Telosh – Sneakthief! The scavenger Grokxex, she knows you, from your drunken desperate stench. You came upon her hunt and stole it. Grokxex was starving, and you made off with her last meal. She resorted to chewing on berries and leaves that were poison and she perished. Do you deny this? Do you take responsibility for this? …This is good. She-Who-Is-Fierce wishes for such weakness and stupidity to be culled. When Grokxex returns to us she will be blessed now, with better eyes and ears for detecting and rooting out those who would try to steal and sneak. She-Who-Is-Fierce is grateful.
Gustav – The spirits of those first free’d by the peacemakers…you fought a memory of them in a fragment of this world…they know you and only wish they had been cut down by your blade originally, and reborn, instead of trapped by the spirit catcher of these hills. You called them goblins as an insult, and goblins were the minions of the spirit catcher, and so they have sworn a blood oath to She-Who-Is-Fierce that they will not be so easy to defeat once they are full-grown again. Your taunting has made them more savage and even if they were to fall on a spear they will have the power for one last killing blow.
Ethelred – Seedling of the one who wielded the Fangblade, a warrior of Kuststad who fought with the ageless wanderer. The beginning of a war that until recently raged ceaselessly in these lands. Those who were cut down by the Fangblade grew more fierce in their return and thus our tribes have become more powerful, with warriors who know no bounds. Those who were cut down by the Fangblade are among the greatest of us today! She-Who-Is-Fierce was most pleased. You must be a peerless warrior and leader to your people!
Alexis – You are the one who She-Who-Is-Fierce has sent us visions of, and the Lady has led us to you. The dead god wanders the hunting range of She-Who-Is-Fierce and she tires of his presence. He mourns and weeps and is quite unseemly. She-Who-Is-Fierce worries the dead god will make sheep of our people. She would allow him to walk back into the world and become reborn as is our way, but he cannot as he is barred by his own making. She-Who-Is-Fierce wishes a boon of you, now that you have walked the steps of the peacemakers who free’d our people. With them gone, She-Who-Is-Fierce has guided me to you in hopes that you will attain the object which holds the last of the dead god’s powers, and break the spell that stops She-Who-Is-Fierce from casting him out. The Peacemakers were our allies by blood oath, but now they are gone, defeated by the slavers. The call of war will soon begin again. Find the Peacemakers weapon, a broken sword mended twice, guarded by many spears, in the place the humans have named for the metal they dig from the earth, and break it for the third time to give She-Who-Is-Fierce free range again before her children must fight. The battle to come may be the toughest any of our tribe has ever faced, and we would not do it hobbled.
