[center] [h2]Uthum, the Sleeping God[/h2] [/center]Uthum had never ventured far from the desert. A strange anxiousness kept him there. A desire to see how these Fae would evolve the usage of mana. They did not disappoint. The original warriors quickly spread the their ‘knowledge’ and belief. Many spears and wicker shields were carved. At night you could see the gentle, blue light of the converging mana being channeled through a primal war or a bright flash of a bolt thrown. Above all else, there have been no accidents yet. Nothing instilled more fear than an accident. And fear was the start of rejection. With somewhat renewed hope, some Fae families began their long march through the blazing desert. Having faith that they would find land beyond it. Uthum had observed the Fae for a long time and even warded them from the greatest of perils. Though he was sad no new runes were brought into effect. Not for a lack of trying. Some Fae had spent night and day drawing figures in the sand. Intrigued he had watched from afar. But their faith was brittle and shortcoming. Someday a great enough leader would convince the others of another glyph maybe. But Uthum got a little impatient. He spotted a family, a simple one, that tried to cross the desert. From the markings on his shield, Uthum saw that the father had experimented with the glyphs. The children were yet young and changeable without causing too much trauma. As for the adults, well they’d survive with a memory of pain maybe. But it was a sacrifice he was willing to make. The Oedon family were never ones to sit by until something happened. They had fought in the war, saw their heroes and leaders die and were one of the first to have discovered the oasis. Now they once again marched forth. Hoping to find a new future. Keitan was the eldest and the leader of the family. With boltspear and wardshield he vowed to protect his little group of people. Between him and his beautiful wife Aia, they had willed no less than five children into this world. All strong and healthy. Just like her husband, she walked armed and ready to fight against whatever foulness would attack them. So when they saw a strange figure approach them from beyond the distant dunes, they were very alert. The creature was not of this place, that they both knew. Immediately the children hid behind their parents. Two wards formed before the shields. Then joined as one. The creature, dressed in strange robes and with mystical looking halo behind him, merely waved. “What an interesting development!” he yelled. But why? “You can join your wards? It must be because of your unity. Ah, wonderful! At least there is a bit of deviance!” The creature shouted from afar. Both Keitan and Aia deemed him quite mad. No words needed to be spoken. Keitan prepared his boltspear and released its energy. But the creature, instead of going down, merely deflected the bolt. “Oh, that one felt a lot sharper.” The creature shrugged off. Aia threw another but once again the creature deflected it. He now stood before the ward. Both adults felt rather safe behind it. But kept their wits and voice to themselves. “I will need you to lower this.” The creature said in an overly friendly tone. But he was no friend. Not one they recognized at least. “Very well.” With the touch of a single, clawed finger the ward, first an ever swirling vortex froze in place and shattered like ice. Keitan and Aia both took a step back. Surprised but ready to fight. Uthum though, was less than impressed. Instead he just reached out with his mind, through the mana and forced the family into a joined consciousness. They all floated in an infinite blackness, with in the distance a sun burning and illuminating only them. A place formed from a half forgotten memory. “We can talk more freely here. In fact, we can show our thoughts so much clearer. To prove his point, Uthum conjured up the memory of him gifting the first two glyphs. Below them sand appeared. Upon it the warriors, practicing their magic. “I am Uthum, God of Magic. I have given your kin a minor gift before.” The aura’s around the Fae changed from cautious to happy in an instant. They knew they could believe him, somehow. “I am Keitan of Oedon. This is my wife Aia and our children, Histvich, Atron and Mordrem. We are in search for a new land. A safe land against our corrupted kin. A place where we can live once more.” The Fae father introduced himself with great pride. “Well met, Keitan of Oedon. I have observed you and your family for some time now. You have mastered the primal war and bolt very quickly indeed. I wish I could talk for longer. But there are tasks to be carried out and no time to spare. Keitan of Oedon. Aia of Oedon. I will bless and make you mine. Not divine, but a power more free will course through you. Be part of you. In return, you will except your tasks and duties I give you.” The family knew they could refuse the gift. Uthum was not a scornful god. But never the less they all had a great sense of ambition. Despite the loss of so many great leaders in the war. They all bowed in sight of the distant, imagined sun. “Then let us begin.” When the Fae awake, their bodies had changed. Thick blue lines coursed through them like arteries. It pulsed faintly with every thought they had. For a moment they merely observed their own and eachothers enhanced form and the unique markings on each of them. Then Uthum spoke once more. “Mana is now part of you. It will adhere to your instincts, your wishes, your very thoughts. I name you the Cult of Oedon and now I give you your first task. Return to your kin and guide them. Teach them while your own powers grow. Make them shape the world around them through the glyphs you will discover for them. I must leave now. I grow weary and must rust. But do not tally. I may return soon.” [hider=Might & Miracles] Start Level 2 God of Magic (Mana), 1 Might, 3 Miracles 1 Might – Create Order: Cult of Oedon End Status: 0 Might, 3 Miracles 0.25/4 Might spent [/hider] [hider=Prestige] Cult of Oedon +1 prestige – Played a minor roll End Status: 1 Prestige [/hider] [hider=Summery] Uthum finds a family in the desert that have mastered his two spells. They try to fend him off but he pulls them into a joined consciousness. Where he explains that he wants to bless them. They accept the blessing and form an order: the Cult of Oedon. Then they are tasked with guiding their kin through magical discovery. [/hider]