[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjEyOC5lN2ViZTYuUVcxaGNuVERyV0UsLjA,/old-type-personal-use.regular.png[/img] [color=gray][i][b]Sin, The 7 Sins, Pride, Gluttony, Wrath, Envy, Sloth, Lust, Greed[/b][/i][/color] [hider=Le Music] [youtube]https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=eRJnQ1iw-ys[/youtube] [/hider] [hider=Summarino/Might] [list] 3 Might used to assend to Level 2. 1 Might used to spread Sin and create the Cult of Amartía (Illumi). 0 Might left [*] Sin grows tired of roaming the empty desert. [*] Is fascinated by the Jungle. [*] Makes a smart move and explores the known world. [*] Finds the Purple Sands. [*] Meets a greedy little Troll. [*] Helps the Troll attain his dreams and becomes extremely wealthy. [*] Sows discord in the Rovaik community. [*] Becomes a problem solver. [*] Sin decides to stay a while. [*] Cult of Amartía formed. (Widely known as the Illumi.) Worshiped by Human, Hain and influencing thr Rovaik. Trolls specificlly. [/list] [/hider] [/center] Time flowed like cement. His exciting exploration of the desert became more of chore than a simple trek. There was nothing to stare at but dunes of red sand which was excruciatingly dull. It was so pointless in the end. Fortunately, his avarice was a fickle thing, soon becoming Sloth. He began to drift into an unpleasant daydream or was it a paranoid fantasy? So hard to tell and he didn't care. It helped to pass the time and he wasn't one for entertaining himself with optimism. Better to be prepared. Soon his oh so long stroll took him to edge of the desert, were the rolling dunes met the jungles edge. [color=Gray]Intriguing.[/color] he thought to himself excitedly. The jungle was a sight to behold. Light faded, creating new shadows and dark patches around him. Eyes glimmered from tree hollows. The wind wailed between distorted trunks, carrying the sickly stink of wood rot. Amartía moved faster, ignoring the briars that caught at his garments, the damp leaves that grimed his red skin. Light and shadows danced across his skin. Insects hummed in and out of the pennyroyal. He enjoyed the minty smell and continued on, delighting in the sound of his feet sliding through the leaves. The trees stood utterly still, statues in a living museum where no leaf dared to fall.  The sounds were all new to him, and just as fascinating: branches creaking, feet shuffling through detritus, small animals chattering, leaves rustling, wind whistling around trunks/disturbing the leaves, birds singing, insects humming/ churring, rustle of animals rooting in underbrush, scrabbling of lizards on tree bark, limbs crashing to the ground, still, quiet, crackling underfoot, breaking branches, clattering leaves, soughing wind, groaning trees, squawking birds, hostile screeches from animals, panting, barking yips, ruffling, ticking, tapping, rattling, shake, shiver, grating, the beat of paws against a path, harmonic, rhythm. Soon his desire for the desert was replaced by the beauty of the forest. [color=Gray]"Enough."[/color] he mumbled to himself. His Greed knew no bounds, so instead renewing it every time he came upon a new land, he decided to see more. Chaos energy rushed through his vein for but a second before he took off into the air, creating a shockwave in his wake. Taking off like a red rocket, he flew through the air, taking in the vast world under him. He eventually came upon a strip of land, closed off by a mountain range to the east, and a vast ocean to the west. Memories of a past life filtered through his mind, a life he knew little off. He remembered swimming in the turquoise ocean. Floating in the void free of gravity. The ocean was something he loved, something his respected. He understood its beauty and its dangers. He found true fascination by the way the waves softly crashed against the rocky beach, their curling fingers brushing each stone with a gentle caress as the wind ushered them gently towards the shore. The way the sun shone off the rippling water, its golden light warped in the twisted, glass waves. No description could truly capture its mysterious majesty, yet only a few words can express its beauty. Wrath rushed through him, and splayed out in a wave of red. He hated Vestec for leaving him with these memories, they didn't [b]belong[/b] to him. In an attempt to rid himself of his own internal turmoil, he floated to the ground, feet touching down on purple sand. Behind him was the calm of the sea, and in front of him were stones placed in a half circle for no particular reason. Or at least to him. From what he could divulge, the Purple Sands had huge spiritual value to those who were guided in life by nature and the natural landscape. Its was place of worship for Shamans and Druids. And a way to tell time. His Greed began to grow, eating at his soul. It became an itch he just couldn't scratch. But he wasn't alone. Hundreds of Hain, Human, and Rovaik lived near by, but one was present at the Purple Sands. A being of red had suddenly appeared, murmuring oddities to himself, a sigh to behold. Their sins splayed out in front of him like an open book, and he fed on it, it was a feast. But there was only one here at the Purple Sands, this one was a special one, a Rovaik, a Troll, a merchant. Amartía walked towards the merchant, its heart and head pounding at the sight of him. The Troll gazed up at Amartía, fear in his eyes, but he could see past that. In truth, his soul was filled with Greed and Envy, he was a leader, a councilman. To be a leader in Troll society meant one had to be rich, an easy facilitator for Greed and Envy. Amartía sat cross legged in front of he Troll, and spoke: [color=Gray]"What do you seek here at the Purple Sands?"[/color] He Troll began to shake with fear, but soon was able to speak. "Knowledge." It said simply. Amartía smiled. No, the troll came for more than just 'knowledge'. He wanted help, answers, he wanted to repent for a Sin he hadn't committed yet. [color=Gray]"If knowledge is what you have come for, I shall give it to you.[/color] he began, his eyes piercing right though the soul of the Troll. The Rovaik wished for power he couldn't attain. He was considered a rich merchant in the settlement, but oddly, he wanted more, he wanted the riches of his fellow council members. He wanted to be richer then them [b]all[/b]. Greed and Envy were such evil vices. Amartía's answer was simple. Take. If he couldn't attain the riches through normal means, take them, force his councilmen to submit to his will. And that the Troll did. With a little aid from him, but soon the Troll amassed riches that trumped that of all of the other councilmen. Using bribes, trickery, blackmail and rumors, he was able to attain his life's desire. He allowed his Greed to overtake him, despite his high position. Soon, the Troll's Envy became Sloth, in which Amartía ate from. This sowed discord in the society of the Rovaik. A single troll had managed to amass wealth beyond that of all the others, and in secret, had unwittingly become a puppet of Amartía. This single Troll held more influence than all others, and with this influence, he began to do what the Council was created to avoid, spread word of Sin. After a long while, the Troll returned, seeking to thank him. "What is your name?" the Troll begged. Once again, he smiled, taking in the Trolls inexhaustible reserves of Sloth, Envy and Greed. [color=Gray]"Amartía."[/color] With time, both Hain and Human would approach Amartía, but their questions and his soulutions would remain a secret. Soon, many came to worship Sin. If a man who Lusted after a woman, he would feed off thier vice, and create more by telling him to take the woman. One such example was that of Fendall, a human man who wished to marry a woman who another man loved also. Amartía weaved a plan for the man, deliver an offensive letter in the other mans name. With time, many came to worship Amartía, most in secret, whether it be Human, Hain, or an ever growing group of Trolls. Whispers of Amartía spread all over the land and between the Ironheart Ranges and the white ocean. Amartía's Greed knew no bounds, the desert could wait. He wanted these Purple Sands.