[center][b]Ialu, Level 7 Hero[/b][/center]

Bringing the dragon all the way back to the village through ice and blizzard proved to be a monumental task, even with telekinesis at their disposal. When at last that was done, there was a wild celebration, as befitted Ialu's triumph over such a powerful beast. Still, the question was now what to do with the dragon.

Clearly the Mighty One had not seen them defeat the adversary that he sent to test their mettle, as the unnatural winter had continued. Ialu reasoned that this meant they would need to get his attention somehow. To do this they erected a great pole inside the village, on the hilltop right beside the Mighty Hut. They then proceeded to spend half a day decapitating the dragon's corpse, something as simple as removing its head being made incredibly difficult by their lack of anything big enough and sharp enough to cleanly hack it off. The dragon looked grotesque at this point, one eye gouged out and oozing fluids while its bones had been snapped into unnatural positions by its tumble off the mountain.

After having at last mounted its severed head atop the pole in sight of men, sky, and gods, Ialu led a chant praising the Mighty One. After that was finished, the blizzard remained. Growing increasingly angry and desperate as his people began to doubt him, he turned to one of the wise men that had spoken of the Celestial Above. Demanding that this man invoke that lesser god to see if that would yield any results, Ialu and his tribe once more prayed to the sky, this time lead by that man.

Still, the blizzard remained. In a fit of utter rage, Ialu beat the man in front of his entire village, for failing to banish the snow and tricking them into praying for a lesser god. From that point onwards, Ialu would consider it an unshakable fact that all gods save the Mighty One were inferior and utterly unworthy of worship. He banned so much as the mention of their name in his village, and demanded that all of the tribespeople worship the Mighty One.

Coming to the realization that perhaps the Mighty One did not dwell in the sky, but rather underground, after a day of leaving the dragon's head on a pole the chieftain had it taken down. Carried by the Wi of several men, the Strong Tribe took the head to a secluded spot in the grove just outside their village. Willing the thick layer of snow and ice on the ground to part, they found what they had come for: a small spring of the sacred water that bubbled up from the center of Galbar.

They then proceeded to defile Escre's holy fount by repeatedly dunking the dragon's visage into its waters. All the while they shouted for the 'Mighty One', demanding that their god acknowledge their strength and that they passed what they perceived as his test. After a short while of this with no sign of the blizzard abating, the cold and confused Strong Tribe turned back dejectedly for their village.

Making the best of their almost complete inability to so much as even leave their snowed-in settlement, they set about putting the dragon's corpse to use. They quickly discovered that its teeth made better spearheads than the sharpened flint stones that they had been using. The dragon's hide and scales was also turned into rather effective armor, light yet still as sturdy as any metal scaleplate. The one-eyed, toothless, head of the dragon was put back on its pole.

A day later, when the night too appeared unnaturally, it was too much. All of their chieftain's plans having failed, many openly challenged him. Ialu brutally suppressed such insults to his authority by personally executing any that so much as muttered a foul remark towards him. The baying of crazed monsters was heard outside of the village as the nightmares of fearful cowards manifested themselves in physical form. Still, the light of a dozen hearths lit up the village and the palisade and watchmen both managed to protect the village from the night monsters.

At last, after a week from the first snows yet what couldn't have been more than a day or two of the darkness, the Mighty One spared its greatest followers its ire. The skies glowed blindingly bright as if lit by the flames of a thousand dragons, and when it was over, the blue sky and warm sun were revealed once more. Ialu had a shrine to the Mighty One erected within the walls of the village, across from the dragon's skewered head. His tribe would learn to strengthen themselves and do the Mighty One honor, both to avoid invoking his wrath once more and to prove the tribe worthy of its name.

[hider=Summary]
-As an offering to the only God that Ialu will recognize (the Mighty One), they displayed the dragon's head in sight of the snowing skies and even doused it in one of the holy veins from the Astral Home, yet the Mighty One seemingly ignored their prayers to remove the snow
-Angry after these attempts failing, Ialu beat one of the Celestial Above's advocates.
-The dragon's hide and scales were made into armor, and its teeth into spearheads.
-When the eternal night came, Ialu executed those that challenges his judgement, so as to maintain order
-When all of this was over, he built a shrine to the Mighty One and taught his tribe to worship that god[/hider]
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7 from before
15 earned by last post
22 total
5 used for dragonhide and scale armor, dragon tooth spears
2 used to teach worship of the Mighty One
15 cookies remain[/hider]