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 Tign Tign sat upon his throne, his Golden Dwarves waiting upon him hand and foot. One fanned him, another fed him delicacies they had brought from their former capital of Argushar, dozens upon dozens sang praises to his glory. It was not enough, of course, rightly there should be grand choirs of tens of thousands filling the air with endless praise, entire armies dedicated to seeing to his every whim. His servants did their best to make up for the difference, for they knew he was the world's true king, its rightful master, and it was their holy and solemn duty to do all they could to provide even a modicum of what ought to have been his by right. Tign's mind, however, was elsewhere, on the world outside. He had been gone for so long, and now he could begin to see the land outside his golden cage once more. Something piques his interest and a smile crosses his lips. The Golden Dwarves present rejoice, for their master's smile is more beautiful and precious to them than the rarest gem. With a raised hand, Tign brings utter silence to the room. Then he stands, walks over to the great hearth and speaks. Shivers of bliss run down the spines of the dwarves at the sound, but the words are not for them, rather they carry up and out, through the crack in his prison his servants had created, flying towards their intended destination. ___________________________________________________________________ Captain Anselm sat atop his horse, looking over the beautiful landscape of the Open Hand Pass. It was too bad that such a beautiful land was marred by man's weaknesses. With all the merchant traffic through the Pass, men's greed got the better of them and they turned to banditry. That necessitated the stationing of permanent patrols in the area. He had been assigned here for the better part of six months, the ranking officer of the whole group of men-at-arms. His subordinates were out patrolling the pass, just as he was. It was boring work, and he found his mind starting to wander. Until he heard something, it sounded like a voice, but it was faint, difficult to make out. So, the captain closes his eyes and tries to focus, straining to hear the voice. Suddenly he can hear it clearly, and it is the most beautiful voice he has ever heard, just the sound of it brings him to tears of joy. "I am your king, the king of kings, true master of the world and I have called you. Serve me and you know you are meant to." The words were true, the truest thing the captain had ever heard, he could feel it deep in his bones. His eyes were still closed, as he focused everything he was on listening to the voice, letting it fill him. Without thinking, without opening his eyes, the captain dismounts his horse, and once upon the ground kneels low, as he knew now was the proper place of all peoples, kneeling before their lord and master. The voice continued, "I have much work for you to do, much work indeed." Anslem just reverently listened, letting his master's words fill him to the brim, tears of joy streaming down his cheeks as he accepted his place as the lowly servant of the world's one true ruler. At hex U17:17 Tign spends 1 Aberrance to Invoke Whispers on the Wind to Dreadfully Recruit an Agent, using the Free Invoke in King of Kings to boost. Difficulty +0. 4dF+5 6 Succeeded with Style. quote:Name: Captain Anselm.
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Captain Anselm Agent of Tign The captain knew what he had to do. The Master had told him much, told him the truth that now defined his life utterly and completely. The world had a king, a master, and all the pain and sorrow and disaster there had ever been was because He was denied His rightful throne by jealous and evil mortals and gods alike. The truth at the heart of the world is that all beings, men and gods alike were meant to serve Him and love Him just as Anselm did now. That the Master had told him this was enough to cause him to believe it complete and unquestioningly, however even if for some unimaginable reason it had not been, Anselm still would have believed it. He had never felt happier, never been filled with such purpose, his life with such meaning. He did not remember how he lived before this moment, before he knew he was truly ruled over, truly dedicated to a cause more glorious and righteous than any he could imagine, his life must have been hollow and empty. He would have shared this joyous revelation with his men of his own accord, but that the Master had commanded it as well only filled him with absolute determination. They would share in the truth, amd they would happily and eagerly bow and swear their lives to King of Kings. The Master had commanded it, there could be no alternative. The men-at-arms returned to their camp after a long day of patrols to find their captain waiting for them. Before they could go off and relax he told them he had to speak with them. This was unusual, but not enough to raise any alarms. They were not prepared for what happened next, for when he rose to speak before them, the captain spoke with a force and skill he had never displayed before. As he preached to them it was as if there was another voice echoing within his own, a powerful and perfect voice, but one that grew fainter with each passing second. However, it was enough, more than enough, for the men had already come to trust in the captain over the months of their service here. Now, this combined with his newfound skill and that underlying voice drove the truth of his words into their minds like a spike. Their entire lives upto this point had been empty, but now they had purpose. The King had called upon them to serve, and they would do so with joyous hearts, without question or hesitation. That night, kneeling before the campfire they swore their lives and souls to Tign. The Golden Order was born, there in that mountain pass, servants of the King of Kings, His warriors and priests. That night they stayed awake into the late hours signing His praises, arising the next morning to do His will. Captain Anselm is Dreadfully recruiting a cult using Echos of the King's Voice. Difficulty: 2. 4dF+5 4 Cult: quote:Name: The Golden Order
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The Golden Order Cult of Tign The Golden Order set out to do their Master's work. Abandoning their patrols they go to a secluded area of the pass, one not normally visited by either merchants or bandits. There they begin their work, attempting to carve a physical gate that will soon link to the Master's holy realm. They work as hard as they are able, but they are soldiers, not miners and despite their zeal and their rituals they made almost no progress. Creating an Advantage on Golden Palace. (Weird[+2]). Difficulty: +4: 4dF+2 1
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Captain Anselm Agent of Tign Anselm was patrolling the pass when Don Giardo found him, seeking penance for his failure to prepare the way for the great door to the Master’s realm. His previous failure weighed heavily on his heart, but when he saw his old friend he knew immediately what must be done. He would share the wondrous truth that now dominated his life with his friend and redeem himself in the Master’s eyes all at once. For he knew that all must serve Tign, and all would give thanks for the opportunity to do so. “Old friend!” the Don called out, “I have been searching for you.” He comes closer to Anselm, who dismounts from his own horse. “It is good to see you, but why are you looking for me?” Anselm feigns confusion, but he knows that word of the groups work had been noticed. “There are rumors you deserted, that you had turned to banditry!” Giardo responds. “Scurrilous lies, no doubt spread by evil and jealous men.” Anselm is vehement. “Turned to banditry, nonsense, I have merely discovered something of far greater importance than whatever trade passes through these lands. “What do you mean, brother?” Giardo is clearly taken aback by Anselm’s response. “It is good that you have come, brother, I will share with you the most important truth in the world.” He began to speak of Tign, of His truth, His majesty, the absoluteness of His rule. As he spoke, Anselm could feel the Master’s power bubble up within him, he had been touched with a small bit of the Master’s glory, so that he might lead the wretched masses out of the darkness of ignorance into the light of the King of Kings. He spoke for hours, his zeal growing greater with each passing word, Giardo was enraptured, to hear his friend speak so powerfully, he could feel the great truth of it seeping into his bones. As each hour passed the image of a figure grew clearer and clearer in his mind’s eye, the king that his friend Anselm was describing to him, a golden king, the perfect king, the only king! Giardo could see it, the King on HIS great golden throne, all peoples of all nations gathered around, on their knees before their rightful ruler. No more war, no more strife, no more anger or hate, every person, every man, woman, and child, old friends and blood sworn enemies alike, united in love for their king, their lives dedicated entirely to HIS service. Even the gods in heaven above had lost their enmity for they joined in the chorus, praising HIM alone, pledging their whole selves to obey HIM in all things, now and forever. At some point, he knew not when, Giardo had fallen to his knees, now he bowed, pressing his forehead into the earth in a show of total submission, crying out in a loud joyous voice, “All hail to the true King, may His will be ever done. I pledge my life, my fortune, my name, and my honor, all I am and all I may ever be to Him. I will serve Him in this life, and forever after.” “In His name I accept your pledge, brother.” Anselm responds, and now that affectionate title had taken on a new meaning, for now they were both brother-servants of the Master. They were equal, for they knew that any rank or title not given by Him was meaningless, nothing more than a tool to help bring Him into His kingdom and then be discarded. “Now come brother, open your heart to Him, and listen to His voice alone, for He has much to tell you.” Subverting Don Giardo (Dreadful +3 & Tign's Gift +2) Difficulty: +2: 4dF+5 4 Success O17:17
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The Golden Order Cult of Tign While their captain saw to the conversion of the Don, the rest of his men were resuming their normal patrols, though not for the reason they had originally been assigned them. When one group found a lone merchant, they waited until night had fallen and waylaid him. Tying him up and taking him back to their camp. While the former men-at-arms traveled, they spoke to him of the King of Kings the whole time, their zeal granting a great and terrible power to their words. The terrified merchant was particularly vulnerable, and by the time they had returned to the camp, he was nodding along, and as they sang His praises late into the night, the Master’s glory began to touch his soul. When the next morning came, Theodo the merchant left at the crack of dawn a changed man. No more did trade routes and baubles concern him, his business, his old life was of secondary concern. He had been called to a higher purpose, to serve the one true king. As he walked, he walked no longer as a humble and fearful merchant, but as one of the blessed few who knew the truth of the world and who let it rule his every thought and desire. On the trails, other merchants were swept up in the glory that had now touched him, though they knew not why, if he but asked they would grant him any favor. It wouldn't last, the servile nature of the people was temporarily brought to the fore by the echo of the Master’s power, and such an echo would fade, but Theodo knew it was a premonition of what was to come. There would be a day such devotion and servility would be as commonplace as the air all around him, and he longed for that day with all his heart and soul. O17:17: Recruiting a traveling merchant as an Agent (Dreadful +3). Difficulty: +1: 4dF+3 5 Success with Style quote:
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The Golden Dwarves Servitors of Tign Frustrated at the failure of his cultists to make progress in the work to establish a link between his prison and the outside world, so that others might experience his glory first-hand. Tign raises a hand and gestures for some of his dwarves to attend to the matter. They move at once, locating the proper point opposite of where the humans had failed and beginning to dig, the same action that had brought them into the Master’s service. They fared no better than the Golden Order. Spending an Abberance to Invoke Servitor: Golden Dwarves activating them for the rest of the age. Creating an Advantage on Golden Palace. (Weird[+2]). Difficulty: +3: 4dF+2 1. Failure
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Discovery Phase Theodo Agent of Tign Theodo continued along his way, giving thanks each day that the Golden Order had taken him and taught him the great truth, a truth he would no doubt share with others. Knowing the Master would wish to know the goings on in the capital, and certain that he would be of use there, Theodo made his way into the city. It was different than he remembered, he could feel a tension in the air. Nothing was said aloud, but the common folk could sense that conflict between the nobles was in the offing, and they knew they would suffer for it. Theodo shook his head and reflected how this was further proof of how desperately the people needed a true king, for when His kingdom finally came, there would be no more petty squabbles between scheming nobles. No, on that day the entire world and all those in it would be united in service to Him. The commonfolk would need no longer fear, for the Master was great and wise and they know only the absolute joy of serving Him, the same joy Theodo now felt. Nonetheless, this unrest could be put to His use, and Theodo carefully and cautiously spread rumors and fears leavened with just a hint that perhaps a better future might be coming. Uncannily Discovering O16:19. Difficulty 0: 4dF+2 4 Success with Style. Pretonia now has the aspect “The commonfolk long for a change” Action Phase The Golden Dwarves Servitors of Tign The work on the gateway was nearly complete, Tign needed only to complete it. It irked him, that despite it all, he would still be trapped here, but the prospect of new servants did bring him some cheer. As did the choirs of Golden Dwarves singing his praises, and reaffirming their boundless devotion of him even now. Still others continued to work on the gate, digging through the earth burning with the otherworldly power of Tign himself. Finally they broke through, the light of the sun streaming down the tunnel. It was just a hole in the side of the mountain for now, a humble and unremarkable thing. It had to be such now, when so much of the world was ignorant of their true king, no doubt the same forces that had attempted to depose him previously would strike again. One day though, the Golden Gate would be a massive structure, bedecked in gold and gems and works of art, thousands of pilgrims would pass through its gates daily in hopes of catching a glimpse of the King whom they all so happily served. It please Tign just to think about it, and whatever pleased the Master pleased the Golden Dwarves. Weirdly creating a Portal in O17:17. Difficulty: 0: 4dF+2 0 --- Captain Anselm Agent of Tign Giardo was escorted by the workers, not realizing that he had been fooled or that they knew of his doubts. That is until he is brought before Anselm, and can see the grave expression his old friend wore. “I have heard of your actions, you have doubts about our King, brother?” “No… no, of course not, seeing men filled with such purpose is a glorious thing, is it not… brother.” he attempts to deflect, but he can hear the hollowness of the last word, he knows he has betrayed his old friend’s trust and it eats at him. “That you continue to lie shames you.” Anselm’s answer is angry. “I can hear the doubt in your voice, and that shames me.” Giardo is caught out and his shame bubbles to the surface in rationalizations, “It is strange and unnatural, that you would violate your oaths to the Duchess so, all in the name of this unknown and no doubt foreign king. I have never even met him, how can I trust him?” The cultists are scandalized by that last remark, and Giadro can feel their anger bubble to the surface, but before they can act Anselm just raises a hand and they still. “You know nothing, and with every word further illustrates your ignorance. I have something to show you, something that will dispel your ignorance once and for all.” Giardo seems hesitant until Anselm adds, “If you were ever truly my friend, you will follow me now with an open mind. Do any other, and you will be dead to me.” Anselm’s words are like a dagger to his heart, and so for the sake of his friendship he follows. The two walk towards the mountain, to a different area than Giardo previously visited. In the mountain-side was a gate, and Anselm entered it without hesitation. So consumed by what he was to see was Giardo, that he did not even realize this was the very thing he had been sent to investigate. As they traveled into the earth, a long passage lit by torches that went down into the mountain. Eventually, it let out into a palace that put any other he had ever seen to shame. The most exquisite architecture, bedecked in gold, gems, tapestries that would have been the centerpiece of the collection of any other royal house adorned each and every wall, it left him in awe. They were met by a contingent of dwarves, Giado gasped at the sight of Aurumi, who had mostly vanished so many years before. The dwarves escorted them through the palace, and Giardo began to wonder if these really were Aurumi, they were different, he had met an Aurumi or two, and these dwarves were almost too perfect, as if the ideal of an Aurumi, each and every one the equivalent of an adonis among dwarves. It was alluring, but somehow unsettling at the same time. Finally the dwarves led them down a long hallway, in the distance Giardo could hear singing, but he could not make out the words. Hundreds of voices, each as perfect and hypnotic as his guides’ appearances. He was lead into a great golden room, more beautful and lavish than any he had seen thusfar. All around were these strange Aurumi, each with the same strange handsomeness as the guides, they were singing hymns glorifying the king of kings, the same man Anselm had spoken of. He can hear Anselm gasp, and he turns around towards the throne at the center of the world, and the moment he does it is as if the whole world has stopped. Sitting upon that throne, was a figure, a human man, some small portion of Giardo’s mind identified. That man was glory incarnate, the perfectness of his every quality, his grace and power, rushed over Giardo like a tidal wave. Before his conscious mind could even begin to cope with what he was seeing he had fallen to his knees, an automatic reflex. As Giardo continued to look he at last understood Anselm’s devotion, utterly and completely. Even now, when he thought of the idea of king or ruler, this man was all he could see, all he could imagine. He knew, deep in his bones, that this man was his king, his absolute ruler, not just his, but everyone’s. All doubt, the very capability to doubt in this man, was forever burned from his mind and soul. “So this is the doubter, then?” the man spoke, and Don Giardo shivered in bliss at the sound, it was as perfect as his appearance, exactly how he had ever imagined a ruler should sound, deep and commanding and glorious. “Yes, Master.” Anselm responds, in the corner of his eye, Giardo can see a rapturous expression on his old friend’s face, an expression he realizes that mirros his own. “So what do you have to say for yourself, little doubter?” the man looks at him, and more than anything he has ever felt, he felt the need to please his king, his Master. “I am ashamed, Master. That I could ever have doubted You is incomprehensible to me now. You are the King of Kings, all the world should gladly bow at your feat. “Good.” that single word caused Giado to experience a greater joy than he ever thought possible, the knowledge that he had pleased the man was more important than life itself. “And you are prepared to renounce all other oaths to pretenders and give yourself over to me completely and without reservation?” “Yes, a thousand times yes! I forswear all oaths I have ever given, for any oath not made in Your name is a blasphemy.” He could feel a hatred blaze in his chest for the Duchess and her ilk. He had thought he loved her, but he knew now what love was, and that the Duchess and all other rulers were but poor imitations of the true king, playing on the people’s deep and natural desire to serve Him. Twisting loyalty and devotion that rightfully belonged to Him alone for their own purposes. “I will swear myself to your service utterly and completely. Everything I possess, everything I am or ever will be is Yours and Yours alone.” “Good.” that word again, the knowledge that he had pleased the Master sent another shockwave of joy through him. “You may bask in My glory then, until I have need of you.” Giardo and Anselm nod in agreement, they can imagine nothing they could want more than to remain in His presence, except, of course, to do His will. So they remained, joining their voices to the chorus of Golden Dwarves until Tign gave them new instructions, and they had never been happier. Subverting Don Giardo (Dreadful +3 & Tign's Gift +2) Difficulty: +2: 4dF+5 4 Using the Invoke of We were brothers to boost it to 6, meaning this is a Success with Style. Boosting his Flashy[+2] into Dreadful[+3]. --- The Golden Order Cult of Tign The Golden Order went about their duties, quietly recruiting the pliable and maintaining the normal patrols through the valley to lessen suspicion. 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