Godville

                            
Intro
   
Zaln opened his eyes. Soft golden sunlight blazed down through the leaves across his face. Confused, he sat up and rustled coal black hair, leaves crunching under his feet as he arose. Legs unsteady, the boy stepped forwards, the soft snap of branches breaking the silence of the forest.
After a few days of wandering, he came upon an ancient altar. Inscribed upon it’s weathered surface was the name “Nicosa”. Scrawled beneath it, barely legible in the grey rock, were strange silver symbols. Curious, he entered the small thatch overhang covering the altar.
Thunder and lightning rolled across the sky of the strange land. The once blue sky turned black as night, and a crimson moon blocked out the sun. Zaln stared into the moon. He felt as though it was staring back, piercing into his mind and soul, foretelling death and destruction in his future. Panicked and surprised, he quickly fell to his knees and folded his quivering hands.
A soft glow encased him and filled his frightened heart with understanding. He had been chosen by the Harvest. In his bravery and strength, he would answer to the calling from the heavens. He was rage. He was hate. He was fear. He would become the Champion of Nicosa.
   
The Beginning of a Hero…

After a few weeks of living in the thatch hut, the realization that he had become a pawn of the gods suddenly hit him. “Oh, great God!” he shouted up to the sky, “Reveal yourself to me! Prove to me that I am not alone in this mysterious world!” Without hesitation, a snarling bolt of lightning struck him down, and he toppled to the ground. He slumped his shoulders and sighed. “Well…THAT didn’t help…”, he said half-heartedly, still gasping for air. Surprised by the unpleasant reaction from his Goddess, he decided to walk for a bit and ponder his decisions of late. Soon after, he encountered a fearsome Cyber Punk in his travels. “Ah ha," he cried. “A fearsome Cyber Punk! I shall kill it till’ it’s dead, and earn the respect of my God!” The ensuing battle was long and boring, but finally, after turmoil, useless turns, and loss of HP, Zaln was victorious. In the ashes of the defeated monster, he found a shiny golden brick, glittering with temptation. He picked up the brick with great difficulty, and turned it in his hands. He abandoned the shabby hut and decided he must quest onward in search of more monsters to be slain in honor of his omnipotent one. And should he happen to run into a few cute girls or boys, a nice tavern, or even a decent city to ravage, so be it. And in the meantime, he would collect more of these golden bricks as tribute for his Man in the Moon, and hide them away somewhere safe. Someday, should he find enough, he will build a grand temple over the site of his great God’s altar, and forever worship the sacred shrine at its core.

Chapter 2 (The Guild Journeys)
Zaln had been fighting monsters and questing for two weeks now. he was getting rather bored, and the scalding lightning of his cruel goddess never ended. Then he heard of guilds. First he joined _Lifeguards Anonymous. After that, he constantly changed from guild to guild. then he discovered The Evening Star Society. He spent a long time in there, but after some time his God no longer felt faithful to that guild. After scanning guilds history, he discovered Harvest Moon, a dark and mysterious guild. Once he joined, he meet many friends, and became closely intertwined with this new guild. He grew, becoming more wrathful and cruel to his hero. Yet, he emerged as a God of new heart, filled with compassion and loyalty to her guild-mates. He swore never to leave, and to constantly meet new Gods and Goddesses, and to have fun with friends. This, he knew, is where he belonged.
Yet, as the youthful God aged, he left his hero and his friends more and more often. Zaln began to wander in depression from guild to guild, abandoned and alone. The God had heartlessly left those he cared for. But in his life, he had become a kinder person, more accepting and compassionate than ever.
But one day, he returned. He spoke once again to her family, older and wiser in his return. He smiled and cried, reliving memories again. He promised himself and his hero that he would never leave again.

Chapter 3
Many, many months later, Zaln returned to the shrine. He had visited many times, placing golden bricks. This time was special though. He took a brick from his bag and placed it carefully. Finally, at last, he was done! Rummaging in his bag, he pulled out a bottle of beer. popping the cap off, he took a sip. Holding up the bottle, he cried up to the sky, “To you, my God! May you wrath last forever more!” and finished the beer. A smiling young face flashed in the evening sky. ‘Odd’, Zaln thought, for his god did not smile often. Zaln grinned, feeling rather accomplished. “You know what, Tigger? Let’s go slay ourselves a Cyber Punk.”

No heroes were hurt in the making of this Chronicle.

   

Description of Nicosa:

He are tall and slim, built like a runner. His hair is short and a dark red, with an undercut style that is usually pulled back. Eyes gleam a bright silver, strangely similar to their hero. And to compliment them, he wears a soft, flowing, blood red cloak, accompanied with dark leather armor underneath. The leather holds symbols of the Fae court. A simple silver necklace hangs with the symbol of the blood moon around their neck. A thick black belt is wrapped around his waist, accompanied by various potions and components for miracles and such. HIs necklace contains a small red jewel that emits a soft silvery glow. The hems of his cloak are lined with silver symbols, that emit a softly flickering silver light. From his frequent use of lightning, his hands and arms are scarred with jagged yet faint lines, and his fingertips are charred.
        

Zaln – 46th-level adventurer, member of the “Harvest Moon” guild, with the motto “Fairy of the Crimson Moon”, stands at the 7th position in the pantheon of destruction under the vigilant supervision of the goddess Nicosa. He is known for his disarming smile and ability to wake even the most exhausted comrades with his laughter.