Knightfall
World of Kulan DM
Tu the Cat God
The two pantheon gods knew that Tu was more then a match for them. They had a choice – leave the Northlands to him or go down fighting.
“What do you think, Seraph?” Hansa readied himself for anything.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Seraph growled in response.
The two gods rose into the air slowly, eyeing the cat god and keeping their distance from him. They moved to flank the Feline God but he backed away, evading them.
“Ah, Cronn’s barbarian children. Now, to find out just how strong you really are.”
Tu raised his spear and two pantheon gods readied themselves to get out of the way. Tu did not see them smiling until it was too late.
“Look behind you.” Hansa mocked the cat god's pride.
“Oh please,” Tu started laughing at the two little barbarian gods’ supposed jest. He should have looked, as he brought his arm forward to strike a hand reached out grabbing the spear.
“Hello Tu, remember me.”
Rel pulled on the spear with all his might, flinging it and Tu over the range of the Greystone Mountains. Tu howled as he hit the hills on the other side.
“That is going to leave a mark.” Hansa was glad that Rel had arrived. Now maybe they had a chance. “I think the odds just got a little more even.”
“Rel, where did you come from? Not that I’m not glad to see you.” Hansa felt something odd about the whole situation.
“Larea told me what was going on here. Now, where are those two degenerates?”
“Probably lost on their way to the Twilight.” Seraph laughed.
“Well, you two have been busy. Cronn would be proud.” Rel looked at his nephews with admiration.
“Well, Tu did help I guess.” Hansa looked towards the Sword Gulf. Something was wrong he could sense it. “Where did he go?”
The three gods looked to see if Tu had regained his dignity. He was no where in sight.
“I don’t like this. Where is he?” Hansa felt it then, his sister’s pain. “Hela!”
Then he vicious cat god appeared out of nowhere striking Hansa from behind. The blow sent the young god spiraling out of control to the ground. The force of the impact left a huge crater with no sign of the God of Soldiers.
“Hansa!” Seraph called out to the fallen god hoping to receive an answer. He didn’t get one.
“Damn it, how’d he get over here without being spotted.” Things had gone from not too bad to horrible in mere seconds. “Seraph, do you know where Hela is? I can’t sense her or Hansa.”
“I can’t feel their presence either.” Seraph didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t leave Rel to face Tu alone. Yet, he felt something was wrong. “Rel, Truce has fallen. I can sense his journey to the Twilight beginning.”
“Not so arrogant now are you?” Tu laughed at the duo’s plight.
“Damn you to Baator, Tu!” They weren’t Rel’s words. The rage took Seraph once again and he attacked blindly without any sense or reasoning. He had lost another relative, perhaps three. All sense was gone in him. There was only rage now.
“Seraph, no wait!” Rel’s words could not snap his nephew out of his rage. All he could do was back the Elf Barbarian God up, and he hoped that they could hold out until Seraph’s rage ended.
Rel attacked Tu just as Seraph struck his first blow, his sword in one hand and his favorite weapon in the other, a Rakasta war claw he called Cat’s Paw. The three gods thundered through the sky. Tu used his spear like a staff, blocking blow after blow. Not even Rel’s sword could cut through it. The three gods fought across the mountain sky, striking at each other, looking for an opening. They passed over the Great Forest of Harqual, the Hather Plains, and the desert known as the Great Expanse.
Rel could tell that Seraph was tiring, as the rage left him, and Tu was gaining the advantage. Rel moved in and blocked the other cat god’s obvious attempts to deliver the final deathblow to the Elf Barbarian. His attempt was weak and Tu slammed his fist across Rel’s face sending him to the savannas below. Rel’s Avatar exploded as it hit the ground and it took several moments for him to transfer another one to the mortal plane.
That was all Tu needed. He speared Seraph in the midsection, sending the North god on his own journey to the Twilight, then turned to face Rel’s new Avatar as it formed.
“No!” Rel was shaken by what was happening, he had made an oath to protect Cronn’s kin. It had meant so much to him now that all his own were gone.
“Two down, one to go.” Tu’s laughter could be heard as far away as the Cold Barrens in the Northlands.
The two pantheon gods knew that Tu was more then a match for them. They had a choice – leave the Northlands to him or go down fighting.
“What do you think, Seraph?” Hansa readied himself for anything.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Seraph growled in response.
The two gods rose into the air slowly, eyeing the cat god and keeping their distance from him. They moved to flank the Feline God but he backed away, evading them.
“Ah, Cronn’s barbarian children. Now, to find out just how strong you really are.”
Tu raised his spear and two pantheon gods readied themselves to get out of the way. Tu did not see them smiling until it was too late.
“Look behind you.” Hansa mocked the cat god's pride.
“Oh please,” Tu started laughing at the two little barbarian gods’ supposed jest. He should have looked, as he brought his arm forward to strike a hand reached out grabbing the spear.
“Hello Tu, remember me.”
Rel pulled on the spear with all his might, flinging it and Tu over the range of the Greystone Mountains. Tu howled as he hit the hills on the other side.
“That is going to leave a mark.” Hansa was glad that Rel had arrived. Now maybe they had a chance. “I think the odds just got a little more even.”
“Rel, where did you come from? Not that I’m not glad to see you.” Hansa felt something odd about the whole situation.
“Larea told me what was going on here. Now, where are those two degenerates?”
“Probably lost on their way to the Twilight.” Seraph laughed.
“Well, you two have been busy. Cronn would be proud.” Rel looked at his nephews with admiration.
“Well, Tu did help I guess.” Hansa looked towards the Sword Gulf. Something was wrong he could sense it. “Where did he go?”
The three gods looked to see if Tu had regained his dignity. He was no where in sight.
“I don’t like this. Where is he?” Hansa felt it then, his sister’s pain. “Hela!”
Then he vicious cat god appeared out of nowhere striking Hansa from behind. The blow sent the young god spiraling out of control to the ground. The force of the impact left a huge crater with no sign of the God of Soldiers.
“Hansa!” Seraph called out to the fallen god hoping to receive an answer. He didn’t get one.
“Damn it, how’d he get over here without being spotted.” Things had gone from not too bad to horrible in mere seconds. “Seraph, do you know where Hela is? I can’t sense her or Hansa.”
“I can’t feel their presence either.” Seraph didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t leave Rel to face Tu alone. Yet, he felt something was wrong. “Rel, Truce has fallen. I can sense his journey to the Twilight beginning.”
“Not so arrogant now are you?” Tu laughed at the duo’s plight.
“Damn you to Baator, Tu!” They weren’t Rel’s words. The rage took Seraph once again and he attacked blindly without any sense or reasoning. He had lost another relative, perhaps three. All sense was gone in him. There was only rage now.
“Seraph, no wait!” Rel’s words could not snap his nephew out of his rage. All he could do was back the Elf Barbarian God up, and he hoped that they could hold out until Seraph’s rage ended.
Rel attacked Tu just as Seraph struck his first blow, his sword in one hand and his favorite weapon in the other, a Rakasta war claw he called Cat’s Paw. The three gods thundered through the sky. Tu used his spear like a staff, blocking blow after blow. Not even Rel’s sword could cut through it. The three gods fought across the mountain sky, striking at each other, looking for an opening. They passed over the Great Forest of Harqual, the Hather Plains, and the desert known as the Great Expanse.
Rel could tell that Seraph was tiring, as the rage left him, and Tu was gaining the advantage. Rel moved in and blocked the other cat god’s obvious attempts to deliver the final deathblow to the Elf Barbarian. His attempt was weak and Tu slammed his fist across Rel’s face sending him to the savannas below. Rel’s Avatar exploded as it hit the ground and it took several moments for him to transfer another one to the mortal plane.
That was all Tu needed. He speared Seraph in the midsection, sending the North god on his own journey to the Twilight, then turned to face Rel’s new Avatar as it formed.
“No!” Rel was shaken by what was happening, he had made an oath to protect Cronn’s kin. It had meant so much to him now that all his own were gone.
“Two down, one to go.” Tu’s laughter could be heard as far away as the Cold Barrens in the Northlands.