Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 21, 2018 18:41:14 GMT -8
How does one go about killing the un-killable. What length's does a mortal have to go to in order to affect a divine being. Mordred Vargo knew the answers to these questions.
The God Tyr had offended him. All of Tyran knew, never offend a vargo, let alone the most wicked of them all. Mordred. It began with the violation of his twin. It would end with the fall of this upstart petty being that dared think he was the evil that kept children awake at night.
Mordred, one of the few beings who would dare challenge a God, had set certain designs already into motion that would undoubtedly weaken and draw the attention of the God Tyr as he planned.
In the capital his faith was banned, punishable by death. His high priestess, doubted and desired her faith to be in another more capable form of wickedness, Mordred. These were minor steps, again to weaken and draw the attention and ire of Tyr.
Faith, belief... is what truly grants a god power. Mordred would undermine all faith in the god, one step at a time. The head of his church questioned her direction, while his followers in the Capital would hang...for the rest of those who dared think it was safe to worship Tyr, they would slowly begin to disappear one by one, simply gone, mysteriously missing from their homes in the night. The only clue left would be a thorny black rose.
Whisper's began to circulate among the lost and downtrodden that salvation, for all the wicked and outcasted children of darkness could be found in a man that preached outside Black Thorne Keep. He could work miracles such as raising the dead and could be in multiple places at one time. To those who knew him, they called him Mordred, to those who didn't, they called him the boogeyman.
War upon the heavens had begun, a war unlike any that had ever been waged in Tyran.
The God Tyr had offended him. All of Tyran knew, never offend a vargo, let alone the most wicked of them all. Mordred. It began with the violation of his twin. It would end with the fall of this upstart petty being that dared think he was the evil that kept children awake at night.
Mordred, one of the few beings who would dare challenge a God, had set certain designs already into motion that would undoubtedly weaken and draw the attention of the God Tyr as he planned.
In the capital his faith was banned, punishable by death. His high priestess, doubted and desired her faith to be in another more capable form of wickedness, Mordred. These were minor steps, again to weaken and draw the attention and ire of Tyr.
Faith, belief... is what truly grants a god power. Mordred would undermine all faith in the god, one step at a time. The head of his church questioned her direction, while his followers in the Capital would hang...for the rest of those who dared think it was safe to worship Tyr, they would slowly begin to disappear one by one, simply gone, mysteriously missing from their homes in the night. The only clue left would be a thorny black rose.
Whisper's began to circulate among the lost and downtrodden that salvation, for all the wicked and outcasted children of darkness could be found in a man that preached outside Black Thorne Keep. He could work miracles such as raising the dead and could be in multiple places at one time. To those who knew him, they called him Mordred, to those who didn't, they called him the boogeyman.
War upon the heavens had begun, a war unlike any that had ever been waged in Tyran.
