Time passes as time does and for a while things are good. You are given a fine cloak of shell and bone and spend your days tending to the God Shell and the many shrines around the village. Unfortunately the good times come to an end. A Mist decends and the moons go dark. The fish become harder to catch and soon hunters begin to go missing more and more. Sometimes you hear sounds in the darkness. Old nan, the villages oldest woman swears that she hears her sister singing. Old Nan, who’s sister died during the summer sickness thirty five years ago.
She disappears the next night. She walked into the darkness, into the mist to “go dancing with my sister” and did not return. Now her grandson, Odi is claiming that he can hear her in the night. People become scared, retreating from the outskirts of the village huddling together, closer to the God Shell. The God shell that has always protected them. Whatever has created the shell had been a creature of great power and magic. The founders of the village had known when they chose to build their huts around it and to worship it. The God Shell would keep us safe. But the mist presses in, and terrible, inhuman sounds can be heard along the shore. People begin to go hungry. One after another, elders travel into the God Shell to pray for answers and protection. Those that return do so shaken and slumped in failure. Others do not return. You spend weeks praying at the shell with the other elders but your efforts appear to be in vain.
A Meeting is called. A meeting of the wise. You are there, it is your right although you find it difficult to follow some of the conversation. You are still young and inexperienced. The next course of action seems clear. The shell will protect us, as it has done in the bad times in the past. Our prayers have been unheard thus far however. What remains to do is to send someone inside the shell, to quest for the power to weather this calamity. It has been done before, although most who venture within the shell have never returned.
There is an alternative however. Old Logi the One eyed suggests it. He reasons that whatever causes the mist must be of great power and strength, to blot out the moon and to drive away the fish. Perhaps this entity is even more powerful then the God Shell which would explain why it had allowed us to suffer and starve for so long. Maybe we should send someone out to pay tribute to it. To worship and make sacrifices in the hope that it spares us.
There is much argument. Would Logi have us abandon our faith so easily? Would the other elders let us starve while we send more and more of us into the shell? No-one seems to be volunteering however. You look around and see old, scared men and women, now too tired and scared to make a stand either way. You decide to volunteer. Which do you volunteer for?
Undertake a spirit quest into the shell in the hopes of driving off the mist.
Travel out of the village to pay tribute to the mist. Hopefully it will spare you all.
She disappears the next night. She walked into the darkness, into the mist to “go dancing with my sister” and did not return. Now her grandson, Odi is claiming that he can hear her in the night. People become scared, retreating from the outskirts of the village huddling together, closer to the God Shell. The God shell that has always protected them. Whatever has created the shell had been a creature of great power and magic. The founders of the village had known when they chose to build their huts around it and to worship it. The God Shell would keep us safe. But the mist presses in, and terrible, inhuman sounds can be heard along the shore. People begin to go hungry. One after another, elders travel into the God Shell to pray for answers and protection. Those that return do so shaken and slumped in failure. Others do not return. You spend weeks praying at the shell with the other elders but your efforts appear to be in vain.
A Meeting is called. A meeting of the wise. You are there, it is your right although you find it difficult to follow some of the conversation. You are still young and inexperienced. The next course of action seems clear. The shell will protect us, as it has done in the bad times in the past. Our prayers have been unheard thus far however. What remains to do is to send someone inside the shell, to quest for the power to weather this calamity. It has been done before, although most who venture within the shell have never returned.
There is an alternative however. Old Logi the One eyed suggests it. He reasons that whatever causes the mist must be of great power and strength, to blot out the moon and to drive away the fish. Perhaps this entity is even more powerful then the God Shell which would explain why it had allowed us to suffer and starve for so long. Maybe we should send someone out to pay tribute to it. To worship and make sacrifices in the hope that it spares us.
There is much argument. Would Logi have us abandon our faith so easily? Would the other elders let us starve while we send more and more of us into the shell? No-one seems to be volunteering however. You look around and see old, scared men and women, now too tired and scared to make a stand either way. You decide to volunteer. Which do you volunteer for?
Undertake a spirit quest into the shell in the hopes of driving off the mist.
Travel out of the village to pay tribute to the mist. Hopefully it will spare you all.