Arise Owlbear

You’ve considered both requests, your slave at your feet and the mother of your first child both asking after different things, and while normally you’d simply indulge Ocean-Tide-Red in her magical curiosity, you’d seen far too much of what this fel energy could do. The very moonwell which had become the source of your people’s waters had once been tainted deeply with this unholy power, distinct and hostile to the light in ways which felt almost as if you’d been watching the tangling of two spirits in grave opposition.

“Red... no, this has to be done.” You speak out before the shrine, its whispering malevolence palpable from within the shield which held it.

“|||||-Riptide-Cerulian.” You could hear the anger in her tone as she looked down upon you, her tall feminine form at least half a head above your own as her clawed hand dug into your soft flesh. You didn’t resist, you never could resist her. “As your elder I recommend you not do this, simply breaking objects of such powerful magic is never a good idea. Even if you plan on purifying it into the ground, this is a chance to study the powers of the enemy, to know their weaponry more intimately. You deny us all future defense against the demonic by so quickly seeking to satisfy the latest massager for your cock.”

“You know that is not fair Red.” You replied, your own clawed fingers resting gently upon her shoulder, the thin spokes of her torrent of crimson headfins brushing across your hand as you do, almost akin to a stiff version of the hair which adorned the elves and the harpies. “I do what I do simply to keep our people safe. What I’ve felt and what I’ve fought before inform me in this decision. This power is too dangerous to be kept around, and any shrine so infected with this energy and so hidden can mean nothing but bad news.”

She pulled back then bit her thumb stubbornly, a habit which she’d had even before the drastic changes to her form had made her and the other females of the village into more Harpy-like figures, though her relative size from being of the Sorcerous line had remained. Ocean-Tide-Red was an Amazonian specimen, dancing with fire, water, and light.

“This doesn’t appease me one bit Riptide, particularly where you suppose yourself the wiser. You may be our god, but I am one of the founding elders.” She looked upon you crossly, a slight pout upon her thin lips.

“And I understand and respect this Elder.” You bow your head in formal acknowledgement. “And yet as one who wields the light to cleanse this abomination of fel malignance, I can only say to you that this is the only conclusion which good conscience would allow me to make.”

And with a sound of annoyance she left, knowing that she couldn’t sway you on this now, hating to let any knowledge slide from her grip. You figured she’d stay mad at you for a while, though she’d spent the rest of the month denying you her bed side. You figured you’d need to make it up to her somehow. Eventually.

Breaking the shrine and purifying what was left had been relatively easy. Though you could feel that there would have been far more resistance if you’d tried to purify the entire thing whole, leaving you to wonder just what it was that you were destroying. Still no matter, within a single day the entire thing had been dismantled and purged with enough holy light to illuminate the village for a night.

And for some reason, your new Night elf slave had been openly appreciative of you actions, putting an eagerness in her service which had been missing before.



[10:12] <@Xale> Roll 1d100+31 Owlbear Hunting
[10:12] <+qqbot> Xale rolled 1d100: 67 = [36] + 31
[10:13] <@Xale> Roll 1d100+10 Owlbear Den Father
[10:13] <+qqbot> Xale rolled 1d100: 36 = [26] + 10


Recent attacks on several of your people early on in the month brought your attention upon a certain menace which had been growing since you’d first become a god. Owlbears were a problem to those who traversed into the forests nearby in anything less than a five Murloc group. They’d become opportunistic predators of your people, and responsible for a tally of deaths which now that you were looking into the matter did nothing but raise your ire.

Tracking them down was now a priority.

Thankfully, it didn’t take that much to lure them out as you rode into the forest upon Whisker-Stream-Coal’s back, her eye having recovered for the most part thanks to constant care and rest. Behind you Mythril-Rain-Green clung to your back, his somewhat effeminately slender build easily mistakable for that of the females since the changes had advanced. In truth if not for the single line of head and back fins instead of the group of them the girls had, he’d would have blended in with the women all too easily. His spear was held at the ready for anything, he was your best fighter after all. Another group of ground troops, led by the Light Priest Ruby-Pond-Aqua, trailed behind you all, a group of warriors and Tide Hunters with their various bestial companions.

You were geared for a fight with a foe which had gotten strong and bold in your neglect.

Your advanced scouts would manage to find them out, and with a steady advance your group approached the lair of the powerful beasts.

The slaughter began with a spear though the eye of one of the beasts lounging out front as it spotted Whiskers even as you emerged from the trees. Without hesitation Mythril-Green-Rain leapt from behind you and unto the creature, silencing and slaying it all at once, but it had been already too late. The call had gone out and den was roused, as nearly a dozen of the hulking bird-bear creatures lumbered out of the darkness, murder in their huge lustrous eyes as they broke out into a ground eating gallop.

You did not falter before their charge, and while they were powerful indeed, they were little