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=The Antlers of the gods.=

The mural covered corridor was filled with a myriad of tallow lamps, burners and rush torches. A small gathering was taking place: an exchange of stories and knowledge.... titbits, nuggets, and chunks of raw information shared, as a link to the sage's god was made...

There was little ceremony as was oft the case with Wild Sages, just a giving of power and a low litany mumbled more than sung.

There was a rustle...... As if a great book had been opened and it's pages run through at speed.

Then the murals began to move, drawing gasps from the assembled men and women.

Vak Vak hunkered down, acknowledging the power of a Lightbringer.

No magic was asked for, just a shrine to be built, but the god was actually here....

A grey hooded figure walked through the hunting scenes drawn upon the walls, admiring the view and forever capturing the knowledge contained there. Behind him, a small knot of hero scribes did what they did best and recorded everything.

Then a voice, seen rather than heard, came from mural, in the form of fast forming words that scrolled from the god's mouth.

"Wild sage, founder of this shrine.... you face a creation of the Mistress of Light, the vampire of Gork's Hills, guardian of the fires of heaven...... A wife of Nysalor himself.

She still lives, but far away to the west and is no concern to you. But out of Ignorance has come another, spinning his web and thus the Darkman walks again. 

Remember darkness is your ally.

Humakt maybe not.....

A Lead cross, that strikes down Vivamort's spawn.

A healer's death.

A trip to Hell.

Terrible thing's to bear. Trust in the DarkStar and you Dark allies. For they know the Darkman too."

The figure then turns and slowly recedes into the murals.......
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[QUOTE=Baron Greystone;14250868]
Wiping the foam from his mouth, [B]Rothar[/B] asks his questions. [I]“The Longtooth Clan has asked for our help against vampires. What can you tell us of their activity in this area? Have they disturbed your people? Perhaps it would be in your peoples' interest to see that we succeed.”[/I]

[I]“Also, we have been deputized by an Uz hero, and are in pursuit of a bandit.”[/I] The Praxian flashes his lead badge. [I]“Would you be willing to help us in our quest to see that justice is served?”[/I]

[I]“And finally, I want to hear more of this famous castle! What can you tell me?”[/I][/QUOTE]

"Ah do not fret warrior of Prax, our spirits talk and you smell of Bison. I have been to far off Pavis on the river, I know the looks of many tribes....."

The priest's eyes gleam at the interest in the castle. Avarice or general happiness to give information, who knows?

"Well to answer your last question first.... It is in the mountains to the east and is home to a Giant and his kin. I mean a true giant, one who remembers the gods, when they walked these lands, not the stunted offspring that run around causing trouble here and there.
 His castle is the gateway to your home good man. For it opens on to the other side of the mountains and one can soon find their way south to the Wastes......"

He accepts a fizzing stone tumbler from his aide, downs it and then roars something fast and unintelligible to the Darkness behind.

There's an answering shout and then the Priest his returns his attention to the men.

[QUOTE=MonsterMash;14252673][B]Slim[/B] wincing slightly says [I]"probably best to stick to the ale now for all of us. I remember the shrine and Garonag Darktongue from my youth before I wandered over to Jonstown and started following in the ways of the Grey Sage. My mind wanders back towards the ways of the Speaker in Darkness now"[/I]. 

[I]"So Gonn Orta's castle would be home to many giants then? But surely with such magnificence of goods among your wares we would not need to go elsewhere for trade?"[/I]

He briefly pauses and casts a spell to detect magic among the trade items before starting to cast an appraising eye over the many goods. Seeing [B]Rothar[/B] examining the shield and helmet he says to the warrior [I]"those bear the signs of Arkat who the trolls recall as a friend and have enchantment upon them. Not all peoples trust Arkat though so it may be risky once we get away from these lands where the trolls are common"[/I].[/QUOTE]

=Waha shrine=

Godday, Death week, Dark Season. Waha high holy day.

Atop the settlement's mound a collection of Bison skulls, rocks, hides and horns had been joined together in a holy altar to the far away god of Prax. 

Waha.

Several younger braves, relatives to Granny Bisonhooves had joined Rothar under the watchful eyes of Bull and Ben. With no Priest of the cult it fell to the Praxian to take matters into his own hands. 

He had been adorned with three magical vestments: Stinker, a Bison hide cloak. Hoofs, supple calf length boots and finally Old Gnarly, a javelin made from Gnarl wood and Bison bone, a gift from Six Darts in a Tree. As he stood before the altar and faced to the West and his home, the Praxian was gripped with a great feeling of anticipation for what the future was to bring.

Prayers were then offered, songs sung, a blood sacrifice given and a whole lotta power...

And even at that great distance Waha answered, taking the gifted essence and promises of future worship from the assembled laymen.

It was then that Father Bison appeared.

A massive Bull headed man, cloaked in sigils and runes of power stepped out of the darkness and into the shrine's glow.

"Rothar of the Three Mark Clan....." He snorted and pawed the ground, golden eyes fixing Rothar "You are far from home, but you were fated to visit these lands. For the good of your people and mine." 
He walked about the altar, stroking the bones of his people.

"You shall meet a bull. His name is Bo H'har As Jing...... What happens when you meet is up to you both, but the fates of thousands are entwined in the lives of two.... Seek no fetish with these people, for you are of the Bison and it will break your bond with your kin.... Nadara is of my line and she will make a Great Khan a good wife...."

The ceremony continued well into the next day, gifts of rune magic and words of power welcomed the rise of the sun.

And so it was done.