Torn was at home, relaxing after an adventure. He’d been home for a couple of days, and was beginning to get bored, so he’d spent the whole day looking at the performances in the Dream Arena. The bardic performances had been alright, but none had managed to make the audience give a standing ovation - which meant that as far as the Dream Arena went, today’s performances were mediocre at best. The fights weren't much better - after four free-for-alls and eleven duels, no impressive fights had been fought. The only impressive sight he’d seen all day was a highborn warrior from Ataiyo, a man wielding an odd polearm, that had cut through the first three stages of the Warrior’s Gauntlet in the same day. He tried to earn honour and fame by completing the gauntlet in a day rather than a month, but had failed fighting against a wyvern. Torn didn’t want the man to waste his first life in the arena, but the man had been roasted in a single gout of vicious flame, and that was that. He’s probably never coming back, Torn thought to himself. He won’t waste his life for anyone but his master. It was during a particularly dull fight between two groups of conservative soldiers that Torn heard a prayer.
Torn had decided to filter away most prayers, leaving a small number of muses and valkyries to judge said prayers, and bring them to Torn’s attention if the praying was worthy of it. This time, however, the prayer went directly to him. Something was afoot.
Torn closes his eyes and listened. She’s terrified, he thought to himself, ignoring the fight in the arena. In a second, his mind was made up. “These fights bore me,” he said to the Battlemistress, who didn’t reply. Torn didn’t expect her to - the valkyrie’s sole purpose was to protect the sanctity of the arena. In a flash, the Prince of Epics projected himself to the source of the prayer, changing from his comfortable day clothes to martial attire at the same time.
He appeared right next to the boulder where Mazerine was hiding, directly in the path of the encroaching alligator. Another for my collection, he thought, as the creature stopped dead in its tracks, momentarily confused to see a man appearing directly in its path. Torn didn’t pay attention to it, looking instead at the elf. “The gods hear your prayers,” he began, before grinning broadly. “Well, one of us, at least.” He chuckled a bit, preparing to introduce himself. “I am Torn, Prince of Epics, God of heroi-”
Torn was violently cut short as the alligator regained composure, and swiped at him. Torn deflected the blow off his shield, trying to complete his introduction. “Ahem! God of heroism and -” the monster made another attack, this one prompting Torn to skip backwards a few paces. “Fuck it.. Alright, let me just kill this guy. Hang on.” he charged at the ‘gator, shield and spear leveled. As the monster attempted to lunge at him, however, he lept into the air - and a cloud swooped by, stopping beneath Torn’s dominant foot, and he leapt again. Soaring above the monster’s head, it craned its neck to follow, looking up. That was a mistake, for while vaulting over the creature, Torn jabbed with his spear, piercing the monster’s eye. While still in the air, Torn slammed the butt of the spear with his shield, ramming it hard into the creature’s skull and destroying its brain. The monster fell backwards, and Torn managed to avoid having it land on him by doing a backwards hand spring immediately after landing.
Torn yanked his spear out of the creature’s skull, letting out a satisfied sigh. He whistled sharply, and a valkyrie shimmered into existence next to him, looking at the kill. “Hílðegùnn, I’d like to add this thing to my collection. Do you mind?” The valkyrie, her eyes obscured by her helmet, slowly turned her head to Torn. “As you say, my prince.” The valkyrie leaned over, floating in midair, and put her hand over the monster’s heart. She yanked, and a spectral image of the alligator was pulled out of the corpse, immediately dissipating as the valkyrie clenched her hand, claiming the monster’s soul. Torn then looked to Mazerine, and smiled broadly. “Thank you, Hílðegùnn. I’ll take it from here,” he said, and the valkyrie nodded, and disappeared.
Torn walked over to the elf, still smiling. “So. Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Torn, Prince of Epics, god of Heroism and Song,” he said, grinning as he planted his spear butt-first into the ground. He knelt down, still smiling. “I answered your prayer,” he said, looking at her for a moment before speaking again. “Now, I believe you made a promise.”
Torn's god rules:
i: Torn can make anyone feel an intense desire to overcome massive challenges, even where logic dictates it should be impossible. This also incurs a blessing to help them succeed.
ii: If Torn approves of - or praises - a piece of music, that song will evermore sound more appealing to mortal ears.
iii: Torn has the ability to summon any creature he has personally slain, to serve any purpose - or transform into one himself.
Voice Actor: Jon Cozart (Paint)
Theme Song: Masatoshi Ono - Departure!
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