08-12-2007, 09:15 PM
After proving himself in the combat against the mighty lizardman, Whompt continued to fight his way up the ranks. While his fellow adventurers worked on the details of their plan, their half-orc counterpart was taking care of the problem in the best way he knew how. Through heavy use of violence. Each officer ahead of him fell against the might of Whompt’s axe, each one giving him that much needed step towards his goal. The death of Orin, the grey Dwarf leader.
The fool had gathered among him monstrous races, depending on their strength and savagery to hold the city for him. And hold they did. But races such as these only respected strength. And as Whompt’s axe cleaved through the dwarf’s neck, the balance of power shifted. And just in time too. For at that moment, his companion’s plan came to fruition. A battle ensued, until one voice shouted above the din.
“STOP!!”
And everything stopped. The half-orc moved between the two sides, giving each a baleful stare before continuing. First, he addressed his army.
“No more kill weaker people. No more take over town that no challenge. Find strong fighters and fight them. Become strong or die! That way of life. Good. Evil. No matter! Fight to get strong! Live for fight! No team up, fight alone. Prove own strength to world!”
A short speech, yet it moved the savage beings. Something struck a chord in their minds, perhaps even a bit of Whompt’s soon to come divine spark. They left, ready to spread the word of his doctrine. To only fight those who would present a challenge, and to do so on one’s own merit.
Having set the situation right in this town, the party moved on with their quest. Oskar left, having grown tired of the group’s violent ways, and Whompt held no anger towards him. His credo was not for all. No, only those with the will to improve themselves and the courage to take on ever more dangerous challenges could survive his way of life.
In the end, when all was said and done, the party eventually stood against the one they had been aiding. The wannabe God, Alkaios. The barbarian had never trusted the being, even at the beginning. And so, he led that charge against the mighty titan. The battle raged for hours, the party growing tired and weak as Alkaios seemed to remain as strong as before. Soon, only Whompt stood against his power.
Beaten back, the barbarian seemed about to fall to the titan, but something happened in that moment. His doctrine had spread far and wide, and with a lucky blow to the titan, a bit of the divine spark Alkaios had gained was transferred to his foe. The fight had shifted to trying to overthrow a demented god to the struggled for the right to ascend between two mortals. With renewed strength, Whompt fought back, eventually slaying the titan and gaining the full power of a diety.
After that, the party dispersed, going their separate ways. Whompt and Evi remained together, however, and they roamed the world as they did in the old days. As time passed and Whompt’s influence grew, he tried to help his wizard companion in gaining his own godhood. Only time will tell whether this plan works or fails.
The fool had gathered among him monstrous races, depending on their strength and savagery to hold the city for him. And hold they did. But races such as these only respected strength. And as Whompt’s axe cleaved through the dwarf’s neck, the balance of power shifted. And just in time too. For at that moment, his companion’s plan came to fruition. A battle ensued, until one voice shouted above the din.
“STOP!!”
And everything stopped. The half-orc moved between the two sides, giving each a baleful stare before continuing. First, he addressed his army.
“No more kill weaker people. No more take over town that no challenge. Find strong fighters and fight them. Become strong or die! That way of life. Good. Evil. No matter! Fight to get strong! Live for fight! No team up, fight alone. Prove own strength to world!”
A short speech, yet it moved the savage beings. Something struck a chord in their minds, perhaps even a bit of Whompt’s soon to come divine spark. They left, ready to spread the word of his doctrine. To only fight those who would present a challenge, and to do so on one’s own merit.
Having set the situation right in this town, the party moved on with their quest. Oskar left, having grown tired of the group’s violent ways, and Whompt held no anger towards him. His credo was not for all. No, only those with the will to improve themselves and the courage to take on ever more dangerous challenges could survive his way of life.
In the end, when all was said and done, the party eventually stood against the one they had been aiding. The wannabe God, Alkaios. The barbarian had never trusted the being, even at the beginning. And so, he led that charge against the mighty titan. The battle raged for hours, the party growing tired and weak as Alkaios seemed to remain as strong as before. Soon, only Whompt stood against his power.
Beaten back, the barbarian seemed about to fall to the titan, but something happened in that moment. His doctrine had spread far and wide, and with a lucky blow to the titan, a bit of the divine spark Alkaios had gained was transferred to his foe. The fight had shifted to trying to overthrow a demented god to the struggled for the right to ascend between two mortals. With renewed strength, Whompt fought back, eventually slaying the titan and gaining the full power of a diety.
After that, the party dispersed, going their separate ways. Whompt and Evi remained together, however, and they roamed the world as they did in the old days. As time passed and Whompt’s influence grew, he tried to help his wizard companion in gaining his own godhood. Only time will tell whether this plan works or fails.