Huh?
I wonder what this 'Call to Arms' is? I don't think is signed up for any role playing games, hell I doubt anyone would accept me anyway. I've always seen the way people stare at me, I can tell that they are afraid of me and some even tell others to stay away from me. Even my parents were afraid of me. I haven't even seen since I left, every time I called and asked if they were free they always came up with some excuse or another.
Well might as well see whats up with this 'Call to Arms' since it's inside my own house.
Einar Vidarsun join my worship. I have seen that of all the [Chosen Candidates] you and your personality would fit best under my worship. Anyway now that I'm done with the required mumbo-jumbo I wanted to say that you seem like fun and that you had better choose my worship and not one of those pretentious fools. I can ensure your enjoyment of the work under my worship, and some of those joys happens to be violence on a whole new level for you and people who aren't afraaid from a measly look at or from you, so what do you say? By the way you have to pick one of us. So choose me. Goddess of Might, Brighild Primordialsdoghtr.
[Accept] or [Other Options]
Uhh... I guess that explains how it got inside my locked house. It's magic, it has to be because I have never seen A FLOATING FUCKING SCREEN! Anyways, now that I'm done venting I guess that I should suck it up and choose a god. I never was one for stuck up pains so I guess I'll listen to Miss Goddess here. Without further-a-do I try to press accept and my finger goes right through. Thinking accept gets it done though as I soon find myself in a large hall surrounded by hundreds of other men and women the youngest of which can't be younger that 20 and oldest I can see looking like a 50 year old martial artist judging by the way he's looking around and holding himself.
"QUITE" A thundering voice erupts from the front of the hall. A physical pressure silences us as we see a group of hundreds of... things, there is no way to call them purely people as one of the most forward standing is litteraly a man with the head of a bird of prey of some description. One of the most beautiful women I have ever seen that was a little ways away from the group but obviously a part of the group that I soon realise is the 'gods' alongside a few dozen other gods that are cast out of the group. I don't know why my eyes were drawn towards her but she is staring staight back I notice.
"Mortals, we have decided to honor you with the highest reward you could ever hope to obtain in your insignificant lives, to become our Chosen." The one speaking apears to be a tall one-eyed man, "When one of us calls your name step forth and kneel at their feet."
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Starting of the one-eyed god calls,"Charles Henricks". A middle-aged man steps forth seemingly in a trance and kneels at his feet, then poof they were gone. A muscular white haired man calles for a Herk Deris. A chubby man of eastern discent calls for a Wu Ding. Many others are called forth with most going under the trance until it is just me and the Goddess who I would bet my left shoe is Brighild are all thats left.
"Einar Vidarsun," the goddess called. So stepping forth so I hopefully didn't get put into a trance, I walked up to the woman. The Goddess before me was tall, almost as tall as me. She wore furs of some beast over her shoulders and had muscles that could put many bodybuilders to shame with a figure that could put many actresses to shame. She had wild, dark red hair that went to her shoulders and piercing blue eyes. Suddenly she gave me a wild, sharp-toothed smile and suddenly we were outside a small hut in the woods.
It was cold and the looked to be shabby at best. There was a woodcutters axe and a small pile of wood. The surrounding trees were mostly evergreens with a small amout of decidous in the mix. The goddess stood there, almost as if she was waiting for me to ask her something. So I decided to ask away.
"Where am I?," I asked."In my [Domain] of the Skuld Goddess of Might, or I guess you could say my house." she responded in an amused tone. "Who are you excactly?" that was one of my biggest questions. "I am Brighild Primordialsdoghtr, Goddess of Might of the now erased Skuld." she replied in a cheery tone that was quite obviosly faked. "How can you be the Goddess of an extinct race?"
"Not extinct, erased, my people are still alive just enslaved and unable to worship me anymore. *sigh* I guess I will have to give you a lesson one my world or I guess you could say your new world. In my world gods are real and they are the most powerful beings in the world other then The Primordial. The Primordial gave the mortals their own pantheons for each race, like my Skuld, and should that race be enslaved or killed it would also kill the pantheon of that race. My race was slaved for their large, powerful bodies for menial labour and as slave soldiers. Now I am the only Skuld god left unsealed because I was able to grab you just in time." she carefully explained.
"So your people are slaves and I am the only reason you are alive?"
"Yes and you will free my people and bring us back a home for them."
"Why would I free your people and reastablish an entire race, what's in it for me?"
"The Skuld people are your people as you on Earth would call the Skuld the Scandinavians and you could become a god because the last Skuld God of War died instead of being sealed and now there is a new position that needs to be filled, you could have all the wealth and power you could dream of, then there are also all the Skuld women that would fight for your bed and the men that would fight alongside you as friends instead of fearful bystanders and haters. You could do so much."
"Well, how could I ever save a whole race? I am good at fighting but not that good and I am horrible at anything involving being nondirect like staging a coup."
At my last words she gave me a heart pumping smile."Why don't you try thinking 'status'."