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C, is my choice.

B would be Cliché as it would conveniently setup the "Big Bad" for the rest of the series...
 

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Seeing how the vote is tight I will wait a little more, in the meanwhile here's a bonus chapter depicting what would have happened if you had chose to accept your ancestral heritage.


The Words of Man



After hearing the plea myriads of thoughts occupied the mind of the young Cimmerian, he could feel a strange sense of kinship and alienation in the presence of the king while an unknown sensation made his blood rush trough his veins with a keen sense of anticipation and hesitation, the deafening tumult of his heart was rumbling in his ears when finally he proudly exclaimed:
"I can feel it, I can feel it screaming in my blood, the call that maintained me awake at night, the longing that was my companion in the far mountain walks, the urge during the hunts, the heritage of thou hath spoketh is my utmost desire, I full accept it thus is my honor as Kairn son of Dhurgal."

The response seemed to inject a new vitality in the king's corporeal apparition, two large hands hard as iron come forth laying on his shoulders.
Gravely the king spoke.
"Allow me to bestow upon you the words that are the Serpent's bane, they will dispel any illusion that its magic can cast upon man and guard your soul against its foul touch.These words are old as Man, and beyond, they are now nothing more than a mere echo, but only man born of man can pronounce them while the accursed sons of the snake and their followers cannot."
The face of the king slowly lowered towards him as brought down by the weight of the ages, then, he whispered this words in Kairn' ear:
"Ka......nama..........kaa..........lajerama"

Hearing this the recondite memories of his race awakened, reverberating trough all his body and soul, precipitating him in a bottomless darkness.



The seething primordial chaos was laid bare before his very eyes, an ever changing explosion of creativity which seemingly devoured itself endlessly.
Time passed, even if there was no time, and the light appeared with the thunderous sound of words that never had been pronounced before, and never will be again.
The amorphous chaos wiggled as withered away when the fiery fires of creation were alighted, the eons passed until finally the newborn Earth emerged from the boiling plasma that originated the solar system.

With the passing ages the primeval life developed on the bottom of the oceans until it abandoned the seas for the dry land starting the cycle of evolution.
And then, from the farthest corners of the universe, they came, with their detestable corruption, the abominations without name, form, shape or substance, taking home on the young planet, giving raise to a soulless travesty mocking real life.
For unimaginable ages they inhabited the Earth, until a cosmic cataclysm put an end to that blasphemy, the survivors crawled inside the bowels of earth searching refuge.

Once again life emerged from the waters and colonized the fertile lands, and so the raise of Man began, from ape to the first civilizations of the stone age, countless empires succeeded each other, until they reached their peak, great was their knowledge of science and magic, but so was their arrogance, in an extreme act of foolishness they opened the doors for the Serpent and its offspring that crawled out from the recondite recesses of earth, thus the fight began.

Finally the regressed Man claimed his victory on the ruins of his ancient splendor.
Again empires and civilizations raised and thrived, the old fight all but forgotten, the battle continued in the shadows, through sorcery and treason, poison and deception, until a new catastrophe sunk the proud continent of Atlantis.

Kairn saw the survivors disperse for all the Earth, he followed them as tribes of nomads until they settled in the lands of the northeast that will become known as Cimmeria.




From the light of the pale sun invading the dwelling Kairn realized that was high noon, slowly he raised himself from the ground where he was laying until that moment.
The shaman looked at him with inscrutable eyes.
"Well awakened Kairn son of Dhurgal, go back to your father, and join him in the warriors' council."

At this words a grin of ferocious satisfaction appeared on Kairn's face as he walked towards the village.



[Missing part with the council's decisions and choices for the player, maybe added in the future.]




Reference for this chapter:
The Shadow Kingdom




Grim Monk said:
C, is my choice.

B would be Cliché as it would conveniently setup the "Big Bad" for the rest of the series...
There's not big bad here, just a bunch of Necromancers up to no good, barbarian hordes of various genre, conflicting empires, innumerable wars here and there, demons and other amenities scattered around the entire world. :M
 
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The Poison of the Serpent


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BHO is tu is Buachiaill thar an treuid

Kairn struggled against the ghastly oppression of his chest and raised his head.
"Empty promises of a long fallen god, you are all but a mere shade that lurks in the shadow of your old enemies."
After a pause to caught breath he added with a snarl:
"Like a worm."

Iomain fein shin do chleidh ’s do chaimir

The silhouette of the serpent waved and disappeared in the fall of sparkles tat exploded in Kairn's eyes, now on the brink of losing consciousness definitively.

Seun sinn fo do bhrot riomhach reidh

Grasping air with great gulps the son of the blacksmith continued to mock the serpent.
"I am not a child that could be swayed by empty boasts and bragging, begone lurid larva."

A Sgeith dhidinn, dion ri ’r mairionn.

A frightening sound like thousands of rusty blades grinding on each other echoed in Kairn's mind, the serpent was laughing.
"Daring words young Cimmerian, but you can't hide you dread and misgiving from me, I will not easily defied as that rotten corpse."

Bi-sa do chlaidheamh cruaidh, cosgarra

Appealing to the reserves of vitality of his barbarian nature Kairn spit in the direction of the serpent.

Chon sinne dhion a irinn arrais

It was as earth itself had swallowed the Cimmerian, he felt the dire touch of dead roots and the fetor of the grave while thick layers of darkness engulfed him.

Bho fhigeirich is bho fheadaine frinne fuara

It was as passing trough dead aeons of the past.
Now the lost Acheron was erecting its blasphemous altars, witnessing the obscene rituals performed there would have destroyed the mind of a civilized person, but Kairn's barbaric mind was too primitive for losing itself so easily, unnhindered by hypocrisy and misconceptions.

’S bho dheathach ruadh an aigeil.

Now Acheron fell, destroyed by the savage hordes of the north, in which Kairn recognized the descendants of the Atlanteans, and precursors of the Cimmerians.
The hatred of the serpent was a physical presence now, almost unbearable.
The survivors of the accursed kingdom sought refuge in the lands were the pyramids of Stygia are now, may them conceal forever the abominations they shelter.

M’ anam an urrachd an Ard Righ

Kairn felt as his long fall had almost reached its end, below him he could glimpse the true body of the serpent unwind, rising up to reach with his fangs the Cimmerian.
It was as his very soul was torn apart while his body was burning with molten lava running through his veins.

Crom murrach an comhdhail m’ anama.



Emerging from a blessed oblivion Kairn raised up, a cold sweat covered his entire body.
The shaman looked at him with hard cold eyes.
"After all you do know fear and uncertainty son of Dhurgal."

With contempt the shaman addressed Kairn:
"The wards I erected for you were not enough to protect you from your own weakness, be thankful that Crom heed my prayer young fool."

The shaman continued with a grave voice:
"Now you have been tainted by the serpent, from now on you are taboo for the entire tribe."

At this words Kairn clenched his fists in rage.
That would have meant to become a ghost among his own people, no one could have spoke to him or sheltered him, from that moment he would have been only allowed to live in the outskirts of the village fending for himself.
The only thing reminding his appurtenance would have been the right to participate in war.
"How, how can I lift the curse placed upon me?"
He asked with a trembling voice, denoting his repressed fury.

With glacial eyes the shaman replied:
"The only way I know is to consecrate yourself to Crom, but beware, if you pass the test you will be bound to honor him with the proper rituals and abide to his rules unquestionably."

"Are you ready for it, son of the blacksmith?"

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A)Accept your fate and live as a pariah in your own village.

B)Consecrate yourself to Crom, and swear eternal allegiance to him.

C)Kill the shaman, no one will know what happened if you concoct a good enough story, Cimmerians are superstitious people.

D)Flee the village after procuring yourself some weapon and food.
You will find you own way to deal with this.
Possible destinations that Kairn can reach from his village:
N)Vanhaeim and Asgard in the north.(this option has won)
W)The lands of the picts in the west.
S)Aquilonia in the south


If you chose D add the cardinal to your vote, all the Ds will be count as one, if D wins the direction with more vote will win, or maybe we will held a second vote to decide the direction, will see.
 
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The cold north first must test the Barbarians will...


We must be first that he's :rpgcodex: ready, before entering decadent southern lands.
 

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Sorry for the delay, but considering the importance of this choice I would wait for some more vote, also, at the moment I feel a little bit sick, I hope to post the update for the next Monday.:crosseshisfingers:
 

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The wind of the North








Kairn remained silent under the implacable scrutiny of the shaman, that after interminable moments finally spoke.

"I see, son of the blacksmith, for tonight you will rest here, tomorrow morning I will make the due arrangements with the chieftain and your family."

After these words the young Cimmerian fell in a deep slumber, his nerves proved by the experience, his soul burdened by shame and guilt.


Waking up was like coming out from a deep well, Kairn felt his whole body ache as after a great physical strain.
The pale Cimmerian sun dimly lighted the day, from it Kairn realized that was already high noon.
In that moment the Shaman entered the dwelling.

"I have already made the necessary arrangements, follow me."
Kairn wrapped the bear skin tightly around his body and stepped out in the cold winter climate.


They walked for a long trait in the snow until they reached a recently built wooden hut.

"From now on this will be your place, you are taboo, the only person with which you will speak is me and only after my permission, you are a good hunter, so procuring food and fire for yourself won't be a problem."
After this words the shaman took from under his clothes an armband made of a strange metal, similar to silver, and with a single gesture closed it around Kairn's left arm.

Even if for few moments it was as a white hot iron blade pierced the body of the young Cimmerian.

"This is your mark and your protection."

For a fleeting moment there was an indefinable sadness on the stone carved face of the shaman in saying these words.
Abruptly he turned his back to the proscribed young man and proceeded towards the village.







Kairn silently sat on the ground, the band of strange metal was firmly tighten on his arm, it seemed almost impossible to remove.
Many thoughts crossed his mind, but with the passing hours a fierce determination grew in his heart.
He would have never accepted to be a pariah.

After reaching his resolution, he fell asleep again, the long hunts taught him that resting was the most important thing before a long journey, and a very long one was ahead of him.





He suddenly opened his eyes, all his senses sharp like a wild animal.
The moon had already reached its peak when he leaved the hut.

He silently passed through the village, like a wolf stalking his prey.
After few minutes he reached his father's forge, skillfully sneaking in.


He passed almost all his younger days inside there, helping his father, he knew even the most remote corner of the room as the palm of his hand.

Feeling all the shame of his actions he began to search for a weapon with which defend himself from the dangers that certainly he would have encountered.

The rumor of heavy steps interrupted his activity, promptly making him find refuge behind a wooden stall containing leather aprons and other garments.



The light of an oil lamp illuminated the forge, it was his father, Dhurgal, but didn't seem to search for intruders, instead he seated at the workbench putting a flask of root beer and a bag with food on it as planning to have a quick meal before working.

After only taking a sip of beer and a morsel of jerky the tall man raised up and directed himself at the farmost corner of the forge, kneeling down as searching for something.

Kairn heard the noise of old wood creaking, it was like his father was struggling to take something out of the ground, after few moments the blacksmith stood up with a grunt.
Kairn could clearly see that he was carrying a large envelope of wrapped leather that he carefully put on the bench.

With rapid and precise movements the blacksmith untied the bundle, revealing the blue steel of a blade covered with various layers of bear fat.

Meticulously Dhurgal cleaned the sword, controlling the edge, in this way Kairn could see that it was a magnificent sword , with a large leaf blade, longer than his own arm, the dimension of the pommel at the end of the hilt spoke of a very heavy blade.


After carefully observing the blade his father sheathed the sword inside the scabbard that was inside the envelope.

For long instants Kairn saw his father bending over the bench, as immersed in some troubling thought, then, the blacksmith took the lamp and slowly advanced towards the door, leaving behind the sword and the food.

When he was about to leave the room Kairn for a moment felt the urge to call him, in that moment his father stopped in the door frame, as hesitating, then he closed the door without looking behind.



Kairn, feeling stronger than ever the combined bite of shame and nostalgia quickly retrieved the food securing the sword around his waist.

Leaving behind any precautions he ventured in the night directed to North, the direction from which the cold wind was blowing, chilling him to the bone.

North, where the hated Vanir dwelt and the Aesir roamed.

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Kairn passed almost a week in the Northern woods, until that moment he was still in the Cimmerian lands, but was quickly approaching the border with Vanaheim, it was then that he saw them fro the top of a hill.

A funereal procession of grim looking warriors carrying heavy axes, covered in furskins and chainmail vests , from where he was Kairn could see their breaded beards and red hairs escaping from the helmets, what followed them was an uncanny sight, a disproportioned sleigh proceeded driven by eight polar bears conducted with whips and pointy sticks by their guides, at the sides two Vanir colossi, more than two meters tall, escorted a cloaked figure that was was seated inside the sleigh, coiled like a cat on top of what looked like a mount of severed heads.

Men, women, children, elder and young, those were the trophies that the warpack collected during its raid in the lands of Cimmeria.

A blinding fury possessed Kairn in seeing that, rapid his hand ran to the sword's hilt.

Suddenly the cloaked figure sprung up and began to look around as hearing something.
An argentine voice issued an order stopping the procession.
With a fluid gesture the figure removed the hood, revealing a woman of unearthly beauty, the pale visage was crowned by a cascade of silver hairs, her glaucous eyes inspected the surroundings trying to pierce trough the woods.

Kairn hold his breath while trying to adhere firmly against the tree in front of him.


After some moments of that immobility the bears grew restive growling and trying to bite their guides that with difficulty tried hold them in place, but an irate stare from the creeping beauty they were transporting was enough to make them cower and moan.

Irritated the woman gave order to continue their grisly march.

From behind his cover Kairn looked them depart.
A strange excitation caught him after seeing the woman, a mixture of desire and repulsion made his loins burn, for the first time in his life he felt something akin to subjection, and this angered him while longing for that ineffable sensation.

Lust and thirst for blood made his breath heavy, but was the sheer need to see her again that occupied his mind at the moment.
He angrily got back to his senses and felt that he had to make a decision.
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A)Let them go, is none of your concern anymore, besides, your village was already preparing to confront them.

B)Attack them, you know the surroundings better than them and can easily find a favorable position for an ambush, you have only to liberate the bears, the wounded beasts will tale care of the warriors and you will have to deal only with the colossi, however, your principal objective is the woman.

C)Precede them to your village and warn your people, this doesn't mean that your condition of pariah will change tho.

D) Just follow them and see what happens.

E)Try to join them.
 
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B or D. I'll see what the others say. Personally I'm thinking we wait until they attack the village and then take the woman. No point warning the ungrateful fools.
 

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A true young Cimmerian is rash, impulsive, and has no thought for the morrow, and no desire save sparkling red ale, red lips, and a keen sword to swing on all the battlefields of the world.

But he can also stalk like the grey wolf.

B or D, but I suspect D would lead to B anyway.
 

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B kill the men then conquer the loins of the woman.
 

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If there will be no more votes by tomorrow night I will consider B as the winning option.
 

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Thanks for the bump.:salute:
I am working on the update just now.
 

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The Hour of the Bear
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Kairn passed through the woods swift like the wind, now he was the hunter, taking the shortest route to anticipate the moves of his prey while being unnoticed, verifying from time to time the position of the Vanirs.

His spirited chase continued till dusk, when the procession stopped.

The woman stood up with her arms raised, facing the dying sun.

Kairn observed from afar the warriors kneel in front of the sleigh as the woman intonate a chant.

Her argentine voice filled the air with an arcane thrill that sent shivers down the spine of the young Cimmerian, evoking
superstitious terrors in his soul and profane desires in his flesh.

The last echo of the otherworldly words vanished, engulfed by the impending darkness, and the warriors begun to prepare for the night.

They lit a fire and consumed a silent meal while the bears crouched in their place,asleep.

Kairn patiently waited as they, one by one wrapped in their furs inside the improvised repairs they made for the night.

Only the woman and the two colossi seemed unaffected by sleep, their eyes pointed on the flames of the fire camp as seeing something denied to others.

Then, as obeying some sort of order or maybe a whim the woman begun to dance on the pile of severed heads on top of the sleigh.

A mellifluous dance, which lasciviousness increased as the flames of the fire grown higher crackling and fizzling.

Kairn observed as she laid her body voluptuously over the trophies collected by her men.

With her legs obscenely spread in front of the fire she toyed with the heads as a child would do with a ball.

Holding them in front of her face mockingly, making them roll around as she moved haphazardly, cuddling them onto her breasts.

It was like where was no end to her depravity as she slowly lowered one of those down her body, pressing the purple
lips of that dead mouth against her skin, an obscene parody of a lover's kissing, until she reached her nether parts, holding tight with her thighs she begun to rock back and fro.

From where he was Kairn could hear her laughters and little screams of joy while engaging in that revolting display of
necrophilia.

With his disgust and his desire stronger than ever he averted his gaze from that sight and ventured into the night.

Not far from there was a location that offered the perfect opportunity for an
ambush, he should have to be there in time for the preparatives.

Until that moment the warpack avoided passages that could hide a number of enemies or expose them to a volley of
arrows or launch of spears, and there were always scouts controlling the surroundings before the sleigh's passage.

But not far from there was a rock boarding the road from which they should have to pass, enough for a single man to hide.

He reached the spot making a large detour, using some fallen branches he canceled his tracks after him, reaching the back of the rock, then he dug a tunnel in the snow accumulated under the rock' s protuberance.

Carefully he closed the hole from which he entered and proceeded to the forefront.

Now only a layer of iced snow separated him and the road passing near the rock, he poked a hole large enough to have
sufficient visual to see their approach.

Curled up inside the snow he covered as much as he could of his body with the bear fat he was carrying in his bag, as
protection from the cold and as a way to cover his odor.
After this he wrapped himself in his bear fur and waited in the half sleep state he
learned while waiting for his prey during long hunts.

When dawn broke up he was still calm and relaxed with his eyes ajar.
There was no tension in his body and his breath was almost imperceptible even when the Vanirs appeared.

He was still like the rock repairing him while the procession passed few meters in front of him.

Then was the turn of the bears driving the sleigh, in that moment spring steel muscles fired up into explosive action.

The entire body of the Cimmerian erupted from under the rock in a crystalline cascade of snow and ice, his sword draw an argentine arc in the air that became crimson halfway as the blade severed the head of one of the guides, with a fluid,
continuous motion Kairn grasped the axe of the man he killed and jumped in the midst of the bears.

A human vortex that the eye could barely follow, he cut the restraints with the axe while wounding with the sword the bears on the muzzle, sending them in a frenzy.

Quickly he escaped the claws and fangs of the raging beasts that begun to attack the Vanirs.

One of the warriors appeared in front of Kairn, trying to prevent him from fleeing, without losing his impetus the Cimmerian impacted at full force against the body of his opponent lifting him off the ground, using the momentum of their falling bodies Kairn struck with the axe he was still holding, the blade broke while cracking open the helmet and the skull of the Vanir crushing his head, splattering blood and cerebral matter around.

Instinctively the Cimmerian got away from the dead body returning on his feet with a capriole, frantically scanning his
surroundings.

Behind him were the warriors that prior to the attack were at the forefront of the procession.

In front of him was the path to the sleigh, and the woman, without a second thought he rushed towards his objective, passing without any care through the warriors battling the bears.


Only animated by a furious lust Kairn avoided with lupine agility the assault of beasts and men alike, that managed only to
graze his skin.

With a final sprint he jumped right in front of the sleigh.

He saw her erupting in a mad laughter , with an ironic smile she mocked him making an inviting gesture.

Enraged he looked angrily straight at her face.
And then their eyes made contact.

Looking into those glaucous eyes was as posing the gaze upon a barren wasteland of ice, cold, desert and completely alien.

Kairn in that moment felt that he was moving through molasses, even if few meters separated them it took all his strength to proceed.

And then the two colossi calmly advanced towards him, their enormous axes ready to deliver the fatal blow.

He tried to move aside with a titanic effort, but to no avail, full of frustration he locked his eyes with hers, those eyes that had him enchained, and that now were trying to pry open his soul.

Something stirred in the depths of the Cimmerian consciousness, uncoiling its viscid spires.

Kairn suddenly was filled with repulsion at that mental contact.

And the cry of the woman pierced the terse air, her body convulsing with revulsion, she looked at him with an inhumane horror in her eyes.

This stopped the colossi for a moment, enough for Kairn to feel the blinding pain of the armband revitalizing his dulled
senses.

The blade of the axe that would have killed him only managed to cut a lock of his hairs, lowering his body he sunk deep the sword in the exposed leg of the giant that had been caught off guard by the sudden reaction of the once semi-paralyzed Cimmerian.

The blade severed muscles and ligaments as the surprised colossus crumbled in a pool of his own blood while the wound continued to bleed profusely.

Seeing this his companion committed a fatal mistake, rushing to help he lost balance exposing himself to the merciless blade of Kairn, that struck using both hands the unguarded neck of the adversary, decapitating him almost completely.

At that point the wounded colossus throw himself over Kairn pinning him down with his sheer mass while firmly grasping the neck of the Cimmerian with one hand.

Kairn struggled as the giant lifted the armed hand ready to hit, helped by the slippery terrain of muddy soil comprised of
melted snow and blood on which they were fighting he managed to twist the giant's arm making him dive face on in the mud.

Without hesitation Kairn jumped on the back of his opponent firmly grasping the hairs and stabbing the exposed throat with his knife, repeatedly.

The young Cimmerian left the red haired colossus gurgling in the mud, suffocating in his own blood, turning his attention at the battle between the bears and the other warriors, the corpses of men and beasts littered the road, the snow transformed into a brownish red pulp.

As far he can see there weren't enemies in sight.

Now he could give all of his attention to the prey for which he embarked in such a dangerous endeavor.

His gaze pried the horizon from end to end when he spotted a faint movement, an argentine flickering that at first tricked
the eye, Kairn's heart begun to beat faster, her, it was surely her.

His nostrils dilated like the nostrils of the wolf smelling his prey, ready to launch after her.

At that point he heard in his ear the faint hiss of the Serpent.
"Give her to me,give her to me untouched."
The insinuating tone faded away, with its allure of many unspoken promises.

Kairn observed the figure in the distance, running in the direction of the northern mountains, her advantage wasn't enough for impeding him to reach her.

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A)Chase her and reclaim your prize.


B)Offer her to the Serpent when you capture her.


C)Capture her and present her to your village, untouched, the offering of such an important hostage may regain you their favor or even more.


D)Leave her alone, obviously there's something strange and dangerous about her, content yourself with the weapons of the dead and the flesh of the beasts.

In this case you can do two things:
1)Continue your travel to the north.

2)Go back to your village, with this victory over such an enemy your status of pariah could change, even if you will
remain taboo.


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Wow! Kairn's a badass. I thought those Colossi would give us more problems for sure.

A. If we don't get the chance to make babies with this lunatic, then those poor soldiers deaths will have been in vain...
 

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