Mythological RolePlay

[Squishy Cheeks]

In a dark room in the palace of Charok, lit by a single shaft of light from a large crystal in the ceiling there is a book. The book is bound in Dragon scales, it's pages are made from the wood of the world tree. Inked in Charok's blood. Some call it the book of the dead, others the book of destiny, Charok calls it the Schedule. In it every death, of every living thing, divine and mortal is detailed; the time, the place, and the manner in which it supposed to occur. The age of undeath's pages are blackened by ash from when Charok refused his fate. The writing on the pages are in the language of the dead, and shift and change for every choice people make. The book opens with thunderous noise resounding through the palace. In the garden Charok senses something ominous is about to happen. He appears at the book and takes it gently from it's pedestal he reads the newest entry and feels sickness in his stomach. The passage is unclear, but he knows that the results show be dire. He feels the weight of his responsibilities.

"Summon Gibrah Warbringer, Tordal The Watcher and Phrayce the Kind To Me At Once." His death dealer servant's complied.

Charok returned to the garden's where his work in golemcraft had yielded wonderous results in recent ages. A new race would be born, the Forest Trolls. He took a seedling of the world tree and placed it in the chest cavety of the wooden sculpture, binding it's fate to the fate of the tree. He gave the creature a spark of life and it's eyes opened as it's skin turned green. The Forest troll creaked as it stretched it's mighty arms and legs for the first time. It's moss like beard billowed as it rolled it's head around. "I am Nanth." It said.

"Good" I am Charok. Your creator. I have given you life. You are the first of your kind." Charok gave life to the other Forest trolls. "Protect the forests of the world, and honor the gods. Each of you is bound to the world tree, so I ask you protect it from any harm. Go forth into the world and be prosperous."

Charok released his creations on the world, for good or ill. That was their choice.