In Hanran Stronghold of the Yeti
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"The Casket of Our Liberator, the Giant Slayer has been taken from us!" The Lord-Protector Spoke out to the assembly of Matriarchs, incompetent fools. He looked over to his leader and Aunt the Elder-Empress, he held deep respect for her, even though she inherited her position she was a wise and respected ruler.
With the stealing of the Casket of Kaihao they were granted the ability to change the society that was protected by the incompetence of its enemies a bunch of Pompous assholes and delusional pigs. The Lord-Protector would seize power, but he was no fool he knew his strengths and weaknesses. He would hand over the changing of society to the Elder-Empress. He would protect his people and reclaim the casket of their Honoured ancestor.
"I henceforth proclaim Tiānming, let the Divine Plains Determine the truth of my leadership" The Lord-Protector declared. Tiānming, mandate of heaven the belief system declared by Kaihao it had fallen out of practice as the Yeti had returned to their Matriarchal ways which had worked but had fallen into disrepair and absolute Nepotism.
There were sounds of protest from the council however the wiser of the council had noticed the military men pouring into the council chamber.
"The ways of Matriarchs Is our peoples way, and after our enemy the Slivered-One has been slain we shall return to it; however, we must have change! Are Weapons and armour has been of the same quality for the last seven generations since their forging! We have stopped innovating and we must return!" The council chamber became charged as the Lord-Protector gave his impassioned speech.
"I have watched as men with no temperance for war languish before being culled, their life bearing no purpose! I have watched unparalleled geniuses amgost women being told they shall never touch a weapon they crave to wield! Positions based on talent! Not birth, not connections, and not gender! We will quell this sliver specter by roaring above our shackles!" The council room was silence but the hallways filled with an audience for common people rushed to applause.
"My Sovereign, my Elder-Empress! Are you truly letting this upstart usurp you!" One of the Councilwoman yelled looking pleadingly at the Elder-Empress.
"The Lord-Protector has my support" she responded simply. She had planned this out crafted the speech, crafted the audience of them being their, the Lord-Protector was the warrior and she the Politician.
Together they would revolutionize their people into a new golden age!
First though they need to buy time to hold off the Slivered-One, scouts had found their base, they had been purposely obscusfiing its location. It was in the old Palace of the Stone-Fisted King, a semi-mythical figure to the Stone giants. She departed the Council Chamber to draft the letter to the Giants along with assurance of free passage through their territory. The pompous fools would play like the postering Lords they thought themselves to be. One time they had ruled over the Caves, the Ogres were nothing but abnormally smart livestock back then. The Yeti were the slave labor of them erecting their structures of magnificence. The cruel part was that the Giants were capable of building the monuments themselves with a flick of their magic.
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Fort of Durnmen's Wrath
Last Fort of the Giants
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King Hkjalk stood up on his throne, overlooking the once grand hall, his people once rulers had fallen to squalors. They clung to unearned pride, of battles long forgotten, they did this through meaningless titles for lands that long since rebelled. As the King was brooding a letter came in the form of bat messenger. The Damnable Yeti, once servile now they had Pompous ideals of power and prestige. Heh, the only Yeti to earn his respect was that Damnable Liberator. He did not worry he was of a long lived people they would watch the world rise and crumple to dust before long then the Giants would rise to their rightful place. Maybe those pigs would serve as better servants they where certainly stupider. Receiving the letter the Giant unfurled the letter held within. It bore the seal of the Yeti leader, it spoke of a slivered armoured Menace that was squatting in the Palace of his grandfather the Stone-Fisted.
Even trapped in their Fortress they held immense power, however if they ever tried to retake their old lands too many would die in the attempt to many to recover. However they had ways of scrying turning to his Seer.
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"Hjoli can you scry to Palace of the Stone-Fisted?" The King asked moreso out respect then out of actually having to ask permission.
"Of course your Majesty" Hjoli bowed to me before throwing dust into the air and it shimmered before showing in image of a grand ruin, once a mighty palace. However something has changed, their where forms moving, small to small to a Yeti or a pig, yet holding weapons.
"A challenger" the King whispered, he scanned his long memory nearly half a millennium of it, and it snapped. Long ago thousands of years ago, his ancestors was a prodigy in scrying and has seen the truth, one that the Yeti and the Ogres knew not of. A challenger, a candle of hope. However the King dismayed he remembered that Challengers on average detested slavery. The King was hit with a dilemma, their children who had been borne after the fall, barely fifty in number had not taken in the tradition of it. If this Challenger held in his heart that it was evil, then him and the others were screwed. However his children the last glimmers of his people might prevail. However he would have to make sure that this challenger was ready, and was powerful enough.
The King felt pressure upon his mind, the stress of knowing that he had squandered his people once prosperous empire.
"Convene the Parliament" the King stated.
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Weurnia, Capital of the Ogre Territories
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"High Chief, what are we to do this Divine calamity that has fallen upon us" A nervous Chief asked the High Chief. An absolutely massive Ogre distinguished from his peers by the system.
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[Pinnacle Ogre] Lvl: 28
Rank Two Elite Elevated Monster
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He stood at thirty foot tall and all muscle, adorned in furs and metal spoils of war. He was filled with fury, his whole southern region had been brutally destroyed by the Pygmy Giant clad in silver. The only remaining testaments to his wrath was a scout and the Shaman of Neigfsil.
The scout weaved a grand story of watching smoke rise from the ring forts one by one taking life and leaving nothing but blood. His people had since created names in absence of a true one. Corpse thief, Smoke Bringer, and the most common was Fjalminar, the Father of Ash. The High Chief was not a fan of giving enemies powerful names to do so was to give your enemy power over yourself.
So the High Chief called him the Pygmy Giant, cause that was probably what he was. This whole nonsense about him having Divinity was hogwash. However he could not let this go lightly they continued to strike our settlements.
"Let us prepare a war band, we will all consolidate into one large ring fort, and then we shall wait, he is a coward a hungry rat nawing at our heal! So we shall consolidate and become strong!" The High Chief declared to the assembled warriors.
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The Shaman saw the foolishness of the warriors, brutes all of them, and he would need to make his own plan. He could be done with his Brethren barely more intelligent than their piggish forefathers! The only ones he had cared for had parishes from that instrument of divine wrath. If the divines had turned against him then he would need to call upon something else, something darker.
He departed to make preparations.
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Back to Kien...
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I awoke to a series of system notifications, through bleary eyes I read the text.
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[System Pseudonyms Registered]
System Pseudonyms are alternative names that you are called with some level of recognition. As a Divine these pseudonyms have power and can empower or weaken you.
New people who here about you are more inclined to use these Pseudonyms.
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-[Slivered-One]
Enemy Pseudonym
Intimidation Against [Cave Yeti] +5%
Upgradable
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-[Fjalminar (Father of Ash)]
Enemy Pseudonym
Intimidation Against [Ogres] +5%
Upgradable
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Hm, neat anyways food, getting up I stumbled to the lot where the same puppet stood their looking over it. Pouring the stew I began to devour the hot meal. Satisfying myself, I returned to my forge.
The new Pseudonyms had inspired me to craft something, something new. I had always like sliver it had seemed to be more refined and less ostentatious than gold, In my opinion at least. Searching for sliver had been harder then I thought however I had found a deposit of argentite and had refined it to form an Ingot of sliver the soft silvery weapon.
It had taken me three more delves to find more ingots of sliver enough to form a scepter. It had started with me carefully planning out what part the ingot would form. Then I began to slowly heat each part of it and with soft beats of my hammer formed the first part of the shaft. Taking another ingot I formed the upper part of the shaft with a careful part for connecting the two wings of the scepter. The easy part done I began to connect the two completed part. The next part was of forging right wing of the scepter. Slowly I lightly shaped the eagle wing carefully I formed it then carefully mirrored it with the left wing. Then slowly slotting the wings into the completed part all I needed was the centerpiece.
I wanted a ruby for that I needed oxygen, aluminum, and Chromium. Now for this I was going to get a bit symbolic, I was going to use my own blood for some of the Chromium not all that was simply unrealistic. Just a drop, and then I would source the rest from other stuff.
Setting up the Aluminum, Oxygen, and the Chromium I placed a single drop of my blood into it and then began pressing large amounts of pressure by using large amounts of rock and magical shenanigans. It took hours to 'grow' the heart sized ruby, pulling it out of the 'oven' I saw it beautiful. A deep blood red ruby, from their I used my magic to by pass what would have been a terrible cutting job. I didn't know how valuable jewels were but they couldn't be that valuable in the wider universe.
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[Ruby of the Depths]
Rank Two Divine Treasure
This ruby was created with a dash of blood in its center, the blood of a Daemon of the Depths. It bears a miniscule amount of his power granting the wielder an uncanny ability to traverse deep places.
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