God game heroes story.

Small heroic stories


The first tale is the one of a small baggabon band who decided to hear the call of Chosen, god of heroes:
> They rallyed to attempt the task of stoping the great behemoth, brass giant Neiron
>at first they were hopefull that many more heroes would rally to help them but sadly only none came to help them
> even so they decided that they will not pull back from the impossible task and forged a battle plan. Truly they were brave(some say borderline foolish).
> They mustered a plan to try to trip the giant into falling so that they can hit his weak spots and maybe manage to defeat him.
> they mustered a trap, ingenious trap, by using vines and almost cut trees to make a giant trip wire (the vines many in numbers would trip the giant and the tree would fall makeing the land where he stomped even more unstable)
> at first the trap seemed to work as the giants enormous mass fell down on its knees and his stature looked confused
> The vagabonds switfly started climbing and searching the weak points of the brass behemoth.
>as they hacked and hacked and swiped at all the connections some even managed to peel a little bit of his brass armor out.
> they were shocked to see that it was not an entity but a miriad of hornets and bies all concetrated at restabilising the fallen armor.
> even at this grusome sight the heroes didnt stop, they swiftly crafted small torches and started thrwing them inside in hopes that the bees themselves would burn.
> some did as the torches were bright and powerfull but little did they know they were armored themserlves by the god of Bees and forging.
> in the end the giant managed to kill them all but their actions did have an impact for the giant was headed towrads a village of people uninvolved in the war and this delay allowed the vilagers to run saving a lot of lives

The next tale is the one of Paladin Lorean and his party of Knight:
> As paladin of one of the minor churches of the God of light (you can make me take this out if you dont accept this Osmanthis) Lorean was a zealous in keeping his people safe.
> As the god of heroes passed the rumor of a small village in one of the swamps nearby besieged by poisonous vines and mosnter plantlife. He was the first one to answer the call and gathered only his most trusted knights who volutered, never forcing anyone to go. But as master as servents all of the knights decided to join for there is nothing to fear when lives of innocent are at risk.
> they traveled twords the swamp fighting small plant like demons that arose from the monstrous vines and some abyss ridden beasts(that i created by a failiure to remove something) they reached the vilange where the vines were already starting to devour the captured.
> without hesitation the paladin shouted a battle prayer and usint his mighty light sword Libra he started choping and hacking at the tentacled horror
> His knights immediatly joined forming 2 groops one of heroes to free traped vilagers and other to protect those already freed from raging mosnters
> many have fallen in this brave assault but they braved through it and with paladin lorean at the front they reached the root of the monster.
> although exposed the root was no easy enemy indeed. It continously spawned more tetacles each more spiked and more resiliant in an frenetic attempt to defend itsslef.
> The battle took hours and with each passing moment another knight fell to the monster.
> seeing as his camarades all kept falling without progress Lorean decided that it was time to do one final act.
> he order his men to retreat and clear whatever remanents of the beast were found while he started mumbling the forbidden prayer of sacrifice.
> He turned his form into a glorious being of light and charged one last time and the hearth of the root. The vines tryed to stop him piercing his new form countless of times but Lorean felt no pain felt no fear for he had only one goal. To forever destroy the monstrosity. that killed so many innocents.
> as his final setp of his charged reached the root he plunged his sword and focused all of his light essence his entire form into it to burn the plant monster with holy light.
> After the blinding light finnaly subsided the mosnters tentacled started to wither and when his knights finaly reached the epicenter the only thing remaining was his hilt and his now sparkling white helm.

This story is the one of the battlehardend ork hero Grosh:
> from a young age Grosh was always seen as a possible hero of the ork tribe Gor'Gnok
>He was skilled in both sword and axe and had the aim of a mire tentacle spitter (know to hit even a fly at 100 meters with its spikes).
> As he grew up and obtain his recognition in his tribe after slaying innumerable swamp beasts by himself he was named chief general of the army (second in command after the warcheif himself)
> But he was also strange for an ork. He was blessed with an extraordinary level of inteligence(thhough the orks are not stupid as some gods claim) Some say he may have been even a good shaman if it wasnt for his clear talent in the art of combat.
> One day the god of conflict sent an avatar into the tribe. an avatar of a bloodied ork from a friendly tribe.
> with his "dying" breath he told the warchief that humans, peacefull before to them, have mercelesly slaughtered their tribe and he was the only one to escape.
> though the warchief was wise he was not immune to magic words. The god has spelled him and all of his advisers except for Grosh. And thus huamns were declared enemies.
> Grosh was immediatly sent to attack the city of Dolinas, small settelment of humans.
> he refused to do such a henious act as he knew the humans and knew about their loyalty and camaradery.
> he was immediatly striped of his rank and was exiled swiftly.
> although he was bitter about this he knew that the warchief was not himself and that the real warchief would never do something so atrocious.
> He then learned from a passing witch the truth of the events and climbed the blessed rock Gurantr where warriors are tested.
> The land was known to him as he passed the initiation and conducted it himself. He yelled at the skies challenging the god of deception to face him for the crimes that he commited on both his tribe and the city of men.
> the god did not came but instead a shadowy figgure appeared. It was Zervresh a fallen darkstalker, former servant of the God of death and darkness, decieved by Yutica in gaing more power.
> although not as strong as he was he was still a former darkstalker and thier powers are know to be beyond anything mortals can muster.
> even so Grosh was not a coward and has decided to make a pact with the hungry fiend. A fight to the death. The winner gets to keep the tribe the loser is sent into the realm of the violet twilight.
> the fight started at the 3rd strike of lighting. Both the combatans fought ferociously but the darkstalker was clearly more powerfull
> yet by luck or divine intervention grosh managed the unthinkable. After he was mortaly wonded by the dark sword of the stalker the mustered his last bit of strenght and with 1 blow split hte dark stalker armor in half and delt a mighty blow that killed Zervresh instantly.
> Victorious but mortaly wounded Grosh raised his axe and yelled a cry that shooked the vallies and the mountens that made the sky trembleed and that shaped the lightning itself to look like it was cheering for him.
> the warchief with doubt went to see the spirits in the place of warriors.
> he did not see the spirits but he saw the final death pose of Grosh axe raised mouth opened as if still yelling hsi cry still standing with blood still gashing out of his darkened wounds.
> this sight was so miraculous that it dispeled the charm of Yakuta and he saw the sins he has commited.
> he swiftly called for the shamans to offer Grosh a warriors burial but they refused saying that the elements themselves already gave him the proper glory. Instead they hexed his body to never rot and turned him into a eternal statue of the warior who was fierce but wise and never faultered from his convictions.