Shamans
Spiritual Kidnappers And Exorcist's on the Run
Between Two Worlds
He came across the first grisly scene. A large stain of dried blood that must have been weeks old. He looked around and saw the victims various items. He saw cloths, a money pouch, a sword, and even an ornate ring, still attached to the finger. It seemed whatever did this wasn't trying to rob him. It wasn't an animal either. The mutilated neat was tossed aside and only the bones were taken. Energy resonated from the stain on the ground before him. This was the place of the man's death and apart from the blood, it was empty. Nothing desecrated the space as if the killer deemed it holy. He pulled a metal rod from his belt and stroked a canine fang that hung from his ear. The apparition appeared in a burst of green light. The form was that of a large bloodhound. It began sniffing the space and immediately gave him a confused look. "Gone?" he asked. And the hound seemed to nod. The shaman has a sigh and focused on the metal rod. He felt it twitch and turn until it was pointing to the east. He brushed a finger against a feather embedded in his hairpiece and a raven emerged in a burst of blue light. They exchanged thoughts and the raven flew high into the air and scouted the forest. Moments later, the raven returned. Squawking angrily. The spirit was there and almost waiting for him. This was an unsettling thought...
Becoming A Shaman
Shamans vs. Summoners
Shamans vs. Druids
Shamans vs. Oathbound
Shamans vs. Clergy and Cultists
Shamans vs. Bards
He entered the forest cautiously, surveying his surroundings. The forest seemed to be dying. He pondered backing out, he wanted to leave. He knew better than to not trust his instincts but he could handle even greater spirits just fine. Deeper into the wood he found that this was no spirit. This was a trap. He felt her gaze first. He felt marked the way a deer does moments before the hunter releases the arrow. He turned and he met her eyes. They burned with a black flame. His eyes widened in fear when he saw her smile. It seemed pinned on and jagged from the scars. Her clothing was filthy and ragged. She wore brown trousers and a white jerkin that draped lazily over her and in her hand was a massive woven sack. He heard him, Old Whisper chattering in his ear as the woman laughed maniacally through her whimpering. She started to sing as she stepped forward, inching closer no matter how far he backed away. "Dem bones, dem bones, gonna walk around...
dem bones, dem bones gonna walk around..."
A Shaman's Power
Binding
Exorcism
Banishing
He turned and ran bolting through the trees as fast as he could. He burst from the treeline and stopped to catch his breath, looking in all directions for any signs of her. His heartbeat pulsed in his ear. He felt his muscles burn from the run and then he heard it. The sound of something heavy dragging along the ground accompanied by heavy labored footsteps. He turned slowly and say her, Lucy Rotten, nearing him. She never changed pace, but she seemed to be gaining more and more every step she took. He tried not to listen but the whispers in his head began to sing along.
"Dem bones, dem bones, gonna walk around.
Now hear the word of the lord."
He turned to run and felt a sudden sharp pain on the back of his head.
Spirit Walks
The dragging sound grew louder as he tried to open his eyes. He was bleeding out and disoriented. The footsteps seemed to echo in his head as Lucy rotten stood over him still singing her song.he opened his eyes to see her with a large stone over head, blood already dropping from a tagged edge. He let out a scream that was cut short by the stones fall. She knelt before him and continued her song as she reached into her bag for sharper stones. She sang with great effort as she worked, singing off each bone as she cut them from his corpse with a crack and squelch.
"Your toe bone connected to your" crack! "Foot bone, Your foot bone connected to your" crack! "ankle bone, Your ankle bone connected to your" crack! "leg bone, Your leg bone connected to your" crack! "knee bone, " she continued until she was finished. She placed each bone in her bag and stood up still singing as she stumbled off in the night. Lucy Rotten with her bag of stones and bones...
"Dem bones, dem bones, gonna walk around
dem bones, dem bones, gonna walk around,
I hear the word of the lord!
tools of the trade
Spirit Animals
The Shamanic Faiths
Old Whisper
The shaman knows the void more than anyone else, even the gods. They speculate that the void tells of the end of the universe. They believe old whisper is the architect of this grand destruction and their beliefs are accurate. Old whisper causes the dilation of time and space along with all the universal maladies that plague reality. Old Whisper isn't a god or a titan. Old whisper isn't just a part of the void, he is the void. An outsider and stranger to the world.
The Chosen of the Void
To be noticed by the void is something shaman go to great lengths to avoid, but sooner or later, all will encounter a member of the chosen. Sometimes it's by chance, a chosen seeks and they find, other times its the unintended consequence of the shaman's profession, as the chosen are much like spirits and shaman confuse the two quite often. Regardless it often leads to the death of the shaman. The chosen are the solitary reason why shaman are nomadic, often living in any one place for
No longer than a year or two. Their life on the run means they can be found in the strangest of places. They often settle in areas where the barrier between the two planes is thinner and stay for as long as they feel safe.
The Ballad of Lucy Rotten
Your Just A Suit of Meat and Bones
A shaman also must be prepared with anchors, totems and other tools for binding and defense as to bind an entity to yourself are widely considered a bad idea, while you have the upper hand in the physical world, celestials have the advantage in the metaphysical. At any point, an entity can possess your empty body which makes returning to it very difficult. Shaman tends to live in solitude or with one or two other shamans. Those who live alone have nothing to fall back on should they be possessed.
After all of this, you have the void.
The void is a domain of emptiness and entropy with no gods or even Titans beholden to it. The shamans were the first to notice it millennia ago. A new domain that shouldn't exist. Despite its emptiness, the shamans have stared into the void and quickly turned away, as something started back into them. The shamans all over the world hear whispers that tempt, entice, and corrupt. For the unlucky few, the whispers promise destruction.
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I really enjoyed the balance between the academic-style descriptions with the interesting narrative examples. I also love your way of using the side bar for smaller sections that really add more depth to the setting. Great job!
Also, they seem really badass and dangerous, marching into the supernatural realms and forcing their will upon it. It seems like a good way to either get super dead or become a legend.
I like to add my narrative that way cause i find its easier to read and also give a reader an idea kf what comes next and Oh yessss your quite right. The shamans are often legends at least to those who are aware of them. Most do end up super dead though. Lol. Thanks for the like and comment and follow. I hope u enjoy my world and i always try to give a critique when i get one. :)