Giganti Ondjord
Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 6:12 am
Any chance of getting the lore for these added to the Giganti culture documents? Very cool, and has given me something to think about. >.< But, the little I've seen from IG... (Sorry Maric)...
Maric (face concealed, wearing a rune-etched rocky ondjord costume)
Maric says, his voice muffled by a costume, "So you wish to know the story of the greatest monster ever born of giganti,."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "So it is known that those who live their lives well, and please the father in the mountain go deep into the earth when they lie for the final time."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "There in the place he has made for us, we fight, and craft, and feast and do all that makes life joyful."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "There to wait on the day he makes for us the perfect bodies that will last forever deathless and eternal."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "But not all those who die are favored by the father. some are made to stay in the ground, their soul merging back into the earth we were made from, and as such to nurish the life to come after."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "And for most of those that is it, that is the end, a quiet blending with all life and a end to everything."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "But some are not content to stop being, to rejoin the earth. for some the rage at the hand delt, or the wickedness they had in life is too great."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "They their hate is so great that rather than becoming part of the earth again, they take the stone onto themselves."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "As the father carved the Giganti from stone at the beginning, they make for themselves a new body from the stones that were to be their resting place for all time."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "They rise from the earth, made of the earth,."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "Given life again, even a pitiful half life they walk, they walk the world lashing out at those for whom life is still natural, for those for whom the father still has faith and favor."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "Their bodies made of stone, their souls possessing the power of pure hate even the bravest and strongest of warriors fall in front of them."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "They crack the hammers that strike their skin, blunt the swords, and so they walk, hungering for life, and hating life in turn."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "That is the thing the Giganti fear. that is why I dress as one tonight."
Maric (face concealed, wearing a rune-etched rocky ondjord costume)
Maric says, his voice muffled by a costume, "So you wish to know the story of the greatest monster ever born of giganti,."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "So it is known that those who live their lives well, and please the father in the mountain go deep into the earth when they lie for the final time."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "There in the place he has made for us, we fight, and craft, and feast and do all that makes life joyful."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "There to wait on the day he makes for us the perfect bodies that will last forever deathless and eternal."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "But not all those who die are favored by the father. some are made to stay in the ground, their soul merging back into the earth we were made from, and as such to nurish the life to come after."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "And for most of those that is it, that is the end, a quiet blending with all life and a end to everything."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "But some are not content to stop being, to rejoin the earth. for some the rage at the hand delt, or the wickedness they had in life is too great."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "They their hate is so great that rather than becoming part of the earth again, they take the stone onto themselves."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "As the father carved the Giganti from stone at the beginning, they make for themselves a new body from the stones that were to be their resting place for all time."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "They rise from the earth, made of the earth,."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "Given life again, even a pitiful half life they walk, they walk the world lashing out at those for whom life is still natural, for those for whom the father still has faith and favor."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "Their bodies made of stone, their souls possessing the power of pure hate even the bravest and strongest of warriors fall in front of them."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "They crack the hammers that strike their skin, blunt the swords, and so they walk, hungering for life, and hating life in turn."
Maric whispers, his voice muffled by a costume, "That is the thing the Giganti fear. that is why I dress as one tonight."