>>6133996Tsss
The crazed Thracian explorers return to their lair, and are quick to work constructing perfections of steel and spike. They set their mad minds to war, brutally poking to death any who tries to curve them. Soon, the whole nation sees that sharp is good! No... Sharp is best! Sharp shArp SHarp!
Within weeks of the invention of advanced sharpness, the Roman sovereigns are ousted from Thracia.
Freedom fighters don sharp objects and rush in to battle to free other states captured by Rome, but mostly just as an excuse to poke people.
Whenever his followers know not where to go, Tsss inspires an archer to let loose an arrow, then guides that arrow.
>Guide an arrow to a wealthy lord's vast pumpkin patch, where very many sharp things may be inserted forcefully into many other things in a very satisfying manner, and where you obtain a very satisfying manor, to turn into a house of worship (after killing its lordly inhabitants).>Guide an arrow into the Black Sea, where your followers discover ancient lore from a bygone era (optional: what?)>Conquer Macedonia and Achaea in the name of and at the tip of sharpness incarnate. Roll 1d10. 1-8 Macedonia only, 9-10 both territories>Write-in>>6134058Hazemameen
You begin to be summoned more frequently, and by new faces. People all over the land your prophet has visited now beseech you for blessings.
A shivering widow has misplaced her husband's bear pelt she used for a blanket. The snow has come unexpectedly soon, and she offered a rabbit leg to the flame that she caught days earlier. She asks for help finding the pelt so she doesn't freeze.
Hludolf, a young Germanic child is left all alone at his tribe's forest camp. All the men, women and children who could hold a sword have gone to fight bandits, and all the survivors can only crawl as they succumb to potentially mortal wounds sustained in the battle. Little Hludolf and his tribe was instructed how to convene with you by a jolly hermit, and so he kicks and wiggles metal poles, knocking over a whole elk on a spitroast into the flame, wishing someone would come find him.
Two young lovers make a large bonfire on a lakeside beach to celebrate their love for each other. They throw many shrubs and wood and even their own clothes into the flame. They pray for eternal love, that burns as bright as Hazemameen herself.
A bondsman who became a slave over his own gambling debt is tending to a goose roast in his master's oven. Not long ago, he overheard his master talking about a grand buried treasure out in his wine grape pasture. He "accidentally burned the goose, sorry master", and let you have it in tribute, so that you would reveal the location of the buried treasure.
(con't)
