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Showing posts with label Iuz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Iuz. Show all posts
Friday, May 22, 2020
NPC - Vassliss Priestess of Iuz - Spinecastle
NPC - Vassliss Priestess of Iuz - Spinecastle
During the Siege of Spinecastle a secret cabal worked against the cities defenders. Unbeknownst to the great and good within the city a cult of Iuz worshipers festered amid their ranks. What their ultimate plans had been none can say. Deep in the sub-basement of a manor in the High Ward the cult had its shrine and when the High Ward fell at last the manor had been destroyed and all within slain.
Years later Vassliss, secret priestess of Iuz, entered Spinecastle with a powerful retinue disguised as merchants supplying the always voracious inhabitants with meat and slaves. Few of the Iuzian cultists had survived and those few were slaves to the Bloody Eye orcs. Vassliss purchased those she could and slew all those she could not to silence tongues possibly loosened in their bestial servitude.
In the intervening years she has found the hidden shrine, reconsecrated in the service of her master, and reformed the cult. She has not found out who betrayed the cult, but she suspects the hand of another evil at odds with her own.
Friday, January 31, 2020
Minstrel Tales - Give Me Three Brave Swords Shielding
Minstrel Tales Give Me Three Brave Swords Shielding
Give Me Three Brave Swords Shielding
The minstrels and bards from the Shield Lands sing this song when raising support for their struggle against the Iuz and the Horned Society. It has become quite popular among soldiers, in their camps and the taverns they frequent.
Give Me Three Brave Swords, Shielding
Give me three brave swords, Shielding,
Only three brave swords;
They will keep the little I have
Free from Iuz's horde.
I am dying beneath Iuz's heel, Shielding,
Dying beneath Iuz's heel;
And the agony of such a death
No balm may ever heal.
Iuz has gnawed me like a wolf, Shielding,
A wolf that is fierce for blood;
All the day, and the night beside,
Lapping at my blood.
I dreamed of freedom in my sleep, Shielding,
And the sight was welcome to see;
I awoke with an eager, beating heart,
But there was no freedom for me.
How can I look to you, Shielding,
How can I look to you
For swords to give to your ravaged land,
When you are swordless too.
For I read the defeat in your graven face, Shielding,
And in your eyes so wild,
And I felt it in your shaking hand,
And in your heart so mild.
What have the Shield Lands done, Shielding,
What have the Shield Lands done
That the Oerth looks on and sees us die,
Perishing one by one?
Do the nations of the Flanaess care not, Shielding,
The great ones and the high,
For the suffering of the Shield Land's sons,
Whether they live or die?
There are many still with a brave heart, Shielding,
Dying of want and cold,
While many escaped to safer lands,
Still strong and rich in gold.
Come nearer to my side, Shielding,
Come nearer to my side,
And remember me as I was,
Your homeland before I die.
Quick, for I cannot see you, Shielding,
The seeds of death are sown;
Shielding! dear Shielding! ere I die,
Three swords for your home.
Loosely adapted from 'Give Me Three Grains of Corn, Mother' By Amelia Blandford Edwards
The minstrels and bards from the Shield Lands sing this song when raising support for their struggle against the Iuz and the Horned Society. It has become quite popular among soldiers, in their camps and the taverns they frequent.
Give Me Three Brave Swords, Shielding
Give me three brave swords, Shielding,
Only three brave swords;
They will keep the little I have
Free from Iuz's horde.
I am dying beneath Iuz's heel, Shielding,
Dying beneath Iuz's heel;
And the agony of such a death
No balm may ever heal.
Iuz has gnawed me like a wolf, Shielding,
A wolf that is fierce for blood;
All the day, and the night beside,
Lapping at my blood.
I dreamed of freedom in my sleep, Shielding,
And the sight was welcome to see;
I awoke with an eager, beating heart,
But there was no freedom for me.
How can I look to you, Shielding,
How can I look to you
For swords to give to your ravaged land,
When you are swordless too.
For I read the defeat in your graven face, Shielding,
And in your eyes so wild,
And I felt it in your shaking hand,
And in your heart so mild.
What have the Shield Lands done, Shielding,
What have the Shield Lands done
That the Oerth looks on and sees us die,
Perishing one by one?
Do the nations of the Flanaess care not, Shielding,
The great ones and the high,
For the suffering of the Shield Land's sons,
Whether they live or die?
There are many still with a brave heart, Shielding,
Dying of want and cold,
While many escaped to safer lands,
Still strong and rich in gold.
Come nearer to my side, Shielding,
Come nearer to my side,
And remember me as I was,
Your homeland before I die.
Quick, for I cannot see you, Shielding,
The seeds of death are sown;
Shielding! dear Shielding! ere I die,
Three swords for your home.
Loosely adapted from 'Give Me Three Grains of Corn, Mother' By Amelia Blandford Edwards
Saturday, March 24, 2018
NPC - Aspect of Iuz
Upon his release from the imprisonment of Zagig a vast vision of Iuz as the great king appeared above his northern lands. It is in this form that he is often seen upon his throne.
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