Daive Wok

Father Daive Wok was a Hakemura in Damohan, played by Jeb during the first beta test of Forbidden Lore. He only had 5 arms for flavour reasons, and was a devout worshipper of the creature known as a "Walk" or "Wok," asking people if they knew "da wae."

## Backstory

While wandering the world as a young lad, Daive came across a mysterious creature in the woods. He dubbed it "the Wok." He sacrificed his arm to it, and it seemed to be pleased with the sacrifice, bleeding Daive to believe that this mysterious god took the arms of Hakemura as divine sustenance. This was further backed by the fact that, according to Daive, he grew in power after encountering the creature.

Driven by fate, Daive began searching actively for the Wok, as to him it was a divine portent that verified he was best serving his god. Wherever he went, whenever there were important happenings in Daive's life, the Wok was there bearing food in its strange, bowl or saucepan-like tail. After encountering on many an occasion, Daive cast aside his cloths in favour of smearing his body with the divine ambrosia the Wok brought to him as a show of faith.

Fate led him to those of similar beliefs, and he founded a following to worship the one true god, Wok, in secret. Thus, the Cult of Wok was born, bearing resentment to the false gods living in Palavala deserved nothing more than shame and death. After leading the cult for a number of years, Daive went into solitude to study his god and learn its teachings further. Before he knew it, a decade or more had passed, but the discoveries he made were... Substantial. He came across many a buried tome, or scraps from heretic book burnings, and they gave him forbidden knowledge.

Daive had discovered what he called "da wae," known more commonly as *The Lore*. A seed of doubt was also planted in his mind, as he came across lingering remnants of *PCs*...

## Campaigns

### Cutting the String

#### Session 1

Daive met at the meeting point--a secluded monastery he had taken refuge in before--and there were a few others. They stood for a moment in silence, unsure how to start a conversation. Then, the Reverend said a single word: "Run."

"Why are we running? We need more information brudda."

Nobody answered, as Reverand Skylar disappeared and Makar dove out the window. Daive noticed a rippling darknedd behind Cailin's head.

"We need to show da dark da liiiight."

Though he spoke a big game, Daive's plan was far less noble:

"O great Wok, grand me your protection."

He dove out the window after Makar, shimmying his way down the vine to a dusty dirt path. Upon placing his feet on solid ground, Father Daive beseeched his idol to use its power and drop a tree on the monastery, but his faith was not strong enough and nothing happened.

After watching Tiwatti through the window get consumed by the darkness, Father Daive's expression hardened.

"He did not know da wae... We must show them the way..."

Filled with regret he was unable to invoke his god's power to save a fellow Hakemura, Daive retreated with the rest of the party. But the retreat didn't last long, as Calin led the charge back at the shadows using his Flash Poweder.

While Daive stood back, not climbing the vine back to the temple, he could tell that light seemed to be effective against the darkness, once more beseeching his idol do influence the world with the Wok's power.

"Ah yes. We will show you da wae. This is how the Hakemura worship."

With two of his arms on the good side, Father Daive grasped the third and began tearing. The idol, of course, demanded sacrifices, and Daive was prepared to offer. He tore his arm from its socket, and he held it over his idol, splattering it with blood. He knew immediately it accepted his sacrifice. [1]

"Now then. Show them the power of the Wok. The power of the Hakemura's sacrifice. Show dem da wae..."

The monastery collapsed in on itsself as a massive jungle tree fell onto it, slamming directly into where the shadows were. Somehow, the rest of the party managed to get out just in time. With a grin on his face, Father Dave spoke with blood spouting from his wound.

"We will never freeze. This is da power of da Wok."

A fleeting thought regarding PCs passed through Father Daive's mind, but was quickly put aside due to the more pressing circumstances. At Reverend Skyler's offer, Father Dave mentioned he required medical attention, and the ghost cauterized the wound for him. Then, as the monks began to come out and lament the destruction of their abbey, the party fled the scene.

Makar questioned Daive about what happened, and Daive explained it was all due to the power of the Wok. His arm was merely a worthy sacrifice, and beseeched his fellows to sacrifice theirs.

"Your arms can become our power, my bruddas."

Makar gave him a strange look when Daive explained that it was not him, but the Wok, that cut down the tree.

Now given a moment to think, Father Daive reviewed their goal: To find the grave of the mad Zulakan hermit, Alonzis. There were a lot of rumors around the man, though Father did not know the story well. The questions Father Daive was concerned with was whether or not there was another lead on the Lore or PCs in Alonzis's hermitage.

As they wondered what to do, Father Daive rassured the pary.

"Do not worry, to Wok will provide. What do we need? Food, a shelter? The Wok can get it all."

"I don't think we need any of that right now," replied the Reverend.

Father Daive picked up a stick.

"Then the Wok shall guide us. Now, show me da wae."

He dropped a stick, and the perty decided to go in the direction it pointed despite it being directly into the jungle. Eventually, after some slow going directly through the underbrush, they came across a dry riverbed. As they followed the river, just after a bend in the river, they spotted something that looked like a little wooden barrel off to the left.

The consensus was for Father Daive to investigate, and he did so by punching the barrel. A small crack opened up in it, and drops of a dark brown liquid began oozing out of it, along with the scent of alcohal.

"Tis be good mead, I suppose."

"If you're so sure of that, then why don't you drink some?" suggested Makar.

"I am not so stupid as to believe that it is what I think it is, my brudda."

Father Daive, with no invetigative skill of his own, allowed the Reverend to do so in his stead. The Reverend found a box, and dropped holy symbol, so Daive began examinging them with the rest of the party, but there wasn't much interesting. Daive gathered the candles, and the party continued down the river further, as Daive suggested that if it had water it would be a good place to build a shelter.

Rounding another tree, they noticed a crude doll made of twigs handing from the tree. It seemed to have a scrap of red cloth wrapped around it. Tiwatti and Daive discussed why it seemed so familiar, recalling a tidbit of informatin about the hermit: Specifically that, in the archives, they had found, in the notes on the area, mention of a large number of people finding these twig dolls attached to the trees far out in the hills. It was reported as possible heretic activity, but the inquisitors that had passed through found they were little threat, noting that they were clustered closely to Alonzis's house. These dolls had become associated to Alonzis, as it seemed to be one of his hobbies.

"It appears we are growing closer, my bruddas."

There was a pattern to the dolls: One third had red cloth, one third had some sort of nail or claw, and the last third had bits of Zulakan hair worked into them. Observing further, it became obvious that each type was grouped in a certain way--almost like lines, leading to a certain spot.

"Alonzis was Zulakan, no? Then perhaps Zulakan means Zulakan, and his home is along the Zulakan path."

The party expressed their agreement--and fear at whatever may lay down the nail/claw path. The ydecided to head down the hair path. It lead them higher and higher, over a rough patch of rocks, then into a small hollow that at one point had been screened with leaves. The camoflauge had long fallen to the ground though, and they figured this was likely the place Alonzis was at. Their eyes were drawn to a copse of younger trees, where a strange asymmetrical hut sat.

"What did I say? I show you da wae."

"Indeed," replied the Reverend. "You did."

"Now let us hope we find da wae inside. Da wae of da lore."

The shack was, as expected, extremely overgown and run down. The younger, living vines had overtaken the dead, older vines Alonzis had used to secore the shelter. Seeing as the entrance seemed a little small for a Zulakan to confortably enter from, they suspected this may have been the lair of the rumored dog instead.

The Reverend, with his ghostly abilities, went first this time. It was empty, but nobody seemed keen to investigate. Calin suggested that it was likely to return at night, and Daive wondered if they were nocturnal--it was evening, so it was hard to tell either way.

The party settled on doing a short investigation, so Daive volunteered once more.

"Now my brethren. Show me what is hidden, o great Wok."

He felt a fuzzy feeling in his arms as he entered, then began digging around. All he found were odds and sods, small coins, and other useless items. As he moved onto a larger pile of dead leaves, he noticed a very old, very shriveled arm.

"Oh, my brudda! Another sacrifice for you!"

It was distinctly a Zulakan arm, which he dedicated to his idol, and the buzzing in his arms faded.

Seeing as there was nothing else of value, they retreated from the den and began looking for a place to set up camp.

Searching for a good place to set up camp, Father Daive prayed to his idol to help Makar find shelter. [2]

After Makar, uncharacteristically, slipped and slid down a hill of leaves, he found a nearly hidden clearing. Father Daive, seeing this, wore a satisfied smirk. With a small jungle pond, a grassy swarth and sandy banks, and lovely view of the sunset, the picteresque clearing was perfect for setting up camp.

"Did you find the way, my brudda?" asked Daive as Makar climbed up.

"I found... Something."

He led them into the clearing, and they set up camp.

#### Session 2

After going to sleep, Daive was woken up by Skyler, who told him to stop Calin from sleepwalking into the woods.

Catching up to Calin, Daive noted that Calin was walking down a rocky, vined slope, oddly sneaky for a sleepwalker.

"Ah oh, thank the sun it's you, Mr. Wok."

Calin, evidently, knew he had a habit of sleepwalking, and since he recognized Daive's voice he immediately knew they should return to camp. And, hearing rattling of rocks at the bottom of the slope, both of them agreed that it would be most prudent to avoid the new arrival--a mangy dog.

Calin, quieter than a leaf, ran back to the camp. Daive stayed behind to keep an eye on the dog.

"I'll go ahead," said Calin. "You stay here and keep watch."

"Of course, my bruddah. The great Wok shall keep me safe here."

Observing it leave, Daive noticed an odd shimmer in the woods. He recognized it as the Wok. It approached him, slowly uncoiling itsself. As it neared, the sounds around him became more muted, as if he were underwater.

It arrived before him, and he heard three words:

"Do not eat... the dog meat."

Then his eyes snapped open, and he was looking directly towards where the dog had disappeared. Around the same time, the rest of the party arrived, and they began creeping after the dog.

Makar then asked the all important question:

"So, how are we going to kill this thing? I don't see any weapons... Unless you're hiding them or something."

"I do not want to kill it. I wish to present it to my god."

"Will your god kill it?"

"That is for my god to decide."

Calin mentioned that a big big rock was his other plan--evidently Makar has noticed the critical flaw in the party's plan.

Regardless, they continued to track the beast, confident that Makar's knives and Skylar's fire could vanquish it. They followed it to the edge of a ravine. Down the ravine, they began noticing that the dog wan't as stealthy at is was said to be--more like it was sick.

Nearing the village, they encountered a thick wall of vines and growth, that would force them to crawl in the darkness to continue. The ghost scounted ahead, but a scream from the village cut their actions short.

The child, who had been attacked but not finished off, was already receiving medical attention. Father Daive decided not to do anything--or, rather, he couldn't do so without risking drawing unwanted attention. [3]

The party decided to continue hunting the beast--it seemed like it was currently weakened. But Daive and Makar went back to the camp, so as to not lose all of the things they had left there.

Eventually, with little input from Daive, the creature was found and killed.

#### Session 3

[4]

Basically existed, not much else. Buggered off when priests and gods began to show up because hell nah I'm a heritic and don't want to get caught.

He appeared again after Tiwatti turned into a book and burned up. Calin was clutching his remains. Daive suggested feeding the ashes to the Wok.

"Don't put me in there you heretical."

"You cannot call me a heretical. You are the heretical here. You are only a heretic if you have been caught, and I have not been caught my bruddah."

Upon venturing into the woods, and finding the wolf corpse, Daive helped Calin create the ritual circle--which was clearly a wok--by adding peppers.

Taking a knife, Daive slit open the wolf's corpse, pulling out his intestines. Placing the chest cavity of the wolf on his head, he then slathered himself with the Wolf's corpse, using the food matted in his fur as a glue to hold the wolf's remains. It was a hideous, nightmare inducing sight.

Calin offered to be a backup dancer, but apparently participating in a grand bear hug was too much for the little man, as a bright flash stopped Daive from getting a good grip. A stream of viscera was left on Calin's shoulder, and the party started trying to convince Calin to touch Daive, as that was the only way to participate in the ritual.

"High five at best!"

Daive then began a tribal dance, half show of strength. He writhed an gyrated, crushing the wolf's flesh and the remains of the book between his pecs. He continued tp crush the flesh beneath his pits, his elbows, his knees. Then, he jammed the leather and jammed it between his thighs, crushing it into oblivion.

The mouth of the wolf's head opened, oozing with frothing blisters in a soaplike drift. The scent was putrid as is oozed out from every part of the wolf, coating Daive in pus.

"Now my bruddas, I have become ooze."

With a pop, the wolf's eyes fell inward and blisters came out of the sockets. Crimson ooze flowed down, as the carcass of the wolf began gyrating along to the profance and obscene dancing, wriggling and wiggling and shaking all around. Then, as Daive reached the end of his strength, collapsing exhausted, the blisters swallowed the wolf, covering him like a soap... Then, they collected together in the center, flowing back inside the wolf, moving together.

Az Daive lay there, covered in ooze, waiting, the wolf's head began to twitch. The hid rippled, then puffed outwards like some sort of pustulent... thing. A writhing mass of ooze. It exploded in a mass of slimy purulence, leaving behind a blister the lize of a small child.

"...what have we created?" wondered Calin aloud.

"I do not know, my bruddah." replied Daive.

It was 3pm.

Calin fucking left, to sit by the side of the road.

Covered in blood and other indescribable gore, Father Daive began to look for a scrub brush or something to clean off. He began using his Wok idol to scrape the gore out of his fur. Then, he scooped the blister up in his wok. [5]

"Uh, Father Daive, he still looks a little small. Can we do the ritual again?" asked Skyler.

"I am very tired my bruddah. Find another dancer for today."

Getting the blister in his Wok, Daive hoisted the wok over his shoulder like a hobo pack.

"Where are you going?" asked Skyler.

"We have to go somewhere, my bruddah. Obviously, I want to take this with me."

"Makes sense. Let's move on."

Moving slowly but surely,they approached Calin, who began running in fear while emitting a horrified scream.

"Why are you running? WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?"

"I'm running from you!"[6]

Calin stayed ahead of the party, half mad, as they walked down the road. Daive had the wherewithal to cover the end of his wok with the sack the wolf's corpse was in. He ignored the fact that it appeared as if something was living inside the blister--which was looking more like a sack filled with raw egg and buts of chihuahua.

They made camp in an area where the jungle gave way to some healthy shrubland. Having a stroke of inspiration, Daive realized he needed to shove the egg sack inside of someone.

"...if only Tiwatti were here."

"I think the egg is wiggling?" commented Skyler.

"Don't worry. I know how to handle this."

"How do you know that?!" exclaimed Calin.

"...the Wok knows many things."

The party spent another two days travelling, with Skylar scouting ahead to make sure the party wasn't discovered by any passers by. They eventually arrived at the town of Chasewell.

Realizing the obvious--that they couldn't bring Tiwatti's egg sack into town--Father Daive began digging a hole. He was planning to buy a Florp in town, as it would make a perfect flesh furnace. Skyler offered to buy it for him, to which Daive agreed. Daive did, of course, provide reimburment as the Florp was a personal item.

Once the Florp was in his possession, Daive shoved the egg sack into it. The Florp looked a little confused, and its eyes went crossed. From within the Florp's voice, they hear Tiwatti's voice:

"Hi guys. It's me, it's Tiwatti. I'm back."

"Welcome back my bruddah."

They had a brief conversation, where Tiwatti somewhat explained his situation. Father Daive pointed out that Florp do not talk.

"Please never talk again, my bruddah."

"Yup. I've learnt my lesson, I piss off the gods. I.. won't do that again."

"That's good, but... Florps do not talk, my bruddah."

"Yeah, that's right. This is me, being a Florp, not talking."

"Thank you my bruddah."

"Yup."

With Tiwatti in his "growth vat," they made their way into town.

#### Session 4

Apparently, some things were going on, so Daive rejoined the party as they were entering the town. They quickly came across Makar, sipping a drink at the tavern.

Skyler gave them some suggestions on where they were boarding, and Calin leaned towards the Manky Cat. Daive reassured him that he could behave, but upon hearing that Daive would prefer a "sturdy building," Yuru was out of the picture.

"Believe me. The things that I have done, the people I have been with, I have seen many a building fall down. Then you don't get your damage deposit back, by bruddah."

After some negotiation, Makar and Calin got the price per night down, and they rented a few rooms--Calin refused to bunk with Daive.

With some time left, the party went their seperate ways to finish some tasks. Makar, Skyler, and the Florp were going to the temple to research.

"Let us go house hunting together, Calin. It will be our little date my bruddah. I will buy lunch."

"Oh nooooo!"

[7]

Hours later, they were at the 5-armed chef, Alberto's beautiful Italian cafe in the slaughterhouse district. He was known for his wok pizza and margharitas.

"How do you know this man?"

"We do not talk about that in public, my bruddah."

Alberto and Daive, of course, knew each other well, father and son in the Cult of Wok. The cafe was tastefully decorated with wok braziers of lit oil, and wok shaped vases.

Calin tried to flee, but Father Daive already had his hand on Calin's shoulder.

"Wait, my bruddah! Are you sure you do not want to eat? You have to eat lots to grow... big and strong." Daive whispered the end of his sentence in Calin's ear.

"I'll eat! I'll eat! Just get your arm off me!" shrieked Calin.

Alfredo, with an elegant, waiter like gesture. His oiled moustache gleamed as he revealed the piiza, topped elegantly with chicken wings.

Daive stared at Calin as he took a bite of pizza. He gazed at Calin's jaw, working away as he took the first bite. Daive licked his lips seductively.

As Calin tried to leave again, Alberto convinced him to stay for dessert. Calin averted his eyes onto the pizza as Daive maintained vigilant eye contact.

"yes... Yes... stare into the wok, my bruddah."

Daive quietly whispered about how Calin had fallen to the wok.

"Look inside. You know it to be true. You have eated from the wok, and now it is inside of you. "

Calin denied it.

"That's what they all say. But they all fall from glory."

Suddenly, Alfredo appeared next to Calin.

"Dessert."

He placed a tray, with two wok shaped wine glasses in front of Calin. The poor Daka chugged the caramel within, not realizing he was simply falling further.

Calin convinced Daive the second was for him, so Daive picked up the glass and sipped seductively.

"That one's for you. I've had enough sugar for today."

"Yes... I'm sure you've had quite enough."

As Father Daive sipped, Calin fled. Daive only watched, knowing Calin had only two options: Return to the cafe, or head into the haunted slaughterhouse.[8]

Daive met back up with the party at the temple, as the others who were researching came out of it. Calin was telling them what happened, but Daive tried to dispute it.

"Father! Don't touch me!"

Daive hadn't even done anything, furthering the others' belief that he was jumping as shadows like Daive claimed.

#### Session 5

Daive took a walk while the others looked for a house. Upon hearing they had bought a house in a swamp, he was appalled.

"I cannot breathe, my bruddahs."

Daive decided that, the next day, he would search for another house. But, for the moment, he decided to hold a housewarming party by making a home cooked meal: A stir fry. Using his extensive study into the field of culinary arts, Daive cooked a proper meal for the first time in his life.

Seeing the stew Tiwatti had made, Daive was appalled.

"You disrespect me, you disrespect my family! You come to me on the day of my daughters wedding, with a stew!"

"I-I meant no disrespect, I just thought I'd bring a nice stew."

With Tiwatti's heartfelt apology, the two men exchanged their dishes. By Father Daive's standards, the stew was marvelous, a perfect accompaniment to the stir-fry.

Days later, they arrived at the river on their way to Bent Tree Island. The party decided to let Skyler make a bridge of ice. Father Daive suggested the heaviest person go not first nor last, so that Skyler would have both a relatively strong bridge and enough energy to make emergency repairs.

The party agreed.

"So, who is the heaviest person here?"

Everybody looked at Daive.

"I am not heavy! I am big boned!"

As an excuse, Daive offered to carry Tiwatti, and toss him if things went wrong.

"\*Now\* I am the heaviest, because we are two people!"

As it turned out, it was good that Daive didn't go first as he had initially suggested. Skler began making the bridge, ice shot out from the shore. But then, the ice hit something... And that something was not happy.

A river drake rose out of the water; nose coated in ice. Daive hid behind his florp.[9]

"But a Drake, my bruddahs... Is nothing next to the Wok. Now, Tiwatti, my bruddah. Pray with me. Tiwati. Give me your arm, and we can make a new generation."

Tiwatti put out his arm out of the Florp, and Father Daive slammed his wok into it, severing it.[10] It dripped with an egg yolk kind of blood as it lay in the dirt.

As Tiwatti channeled his rage, Daive began to pray.

"Come, O wok. I shall grant you that which you most desire. Show us that your power is greater than any drake or dragon."

A series of images, whispers of peppers, a lot of fried peanuts, chopsticks, and some sort of strange sultan entered his mind... Along with a series of coordinates:[11]

"If you go to the palace built on snake hill, you will find what you are looking for."

The idol exhaled a long sigh.

"Faddah Daive Wok. You do bring me such interesting requests. I will grant this for you. But in return, if you survive, I just want something to know you care. I want you to give me... The eyes of anyone who dies here. Cook it well. Make a stir fry."

"I will do so, my god."

There was a shift in the air. An immense feeling of stillness so calm even the river drake stopped its approach.

"Oh, so you're approaching me," quipped Daive at the Drake.

The drake let out a terrifying shriek. And the island in the distance responded. There was a sudden and terrible... sound. As if all the air had been sucked out of the area.

Daive watched as the eyes of the Florp turned inwards... and then onto himself.

"So. Dis is where I die."

He reached a hand over his face, making to tear out his own left eye. He gouges into it, and with a swift motion, tore it out. The most exquisite pain erupted in his face.

"As promised. The eyes of the damned."

As Father Daive placed his eye in the Wok's bowl, with his remaining eye, he watched the florp's eyes turn black. And its flesh red. So entrancing were the stygian pools of the creature's eyes, Daive did not feel as the spear tipped tongue tore into his chest, and tore out his heart.

They had done it. They had actually created a Flomp.

## OOC

### References

[1] Daive gained 2 lore and one idol favour, but lost 2 health
[2] Rolled an 11+1
[3] Also, Jeb had just started a new job and was tired from working for 8 hours. Additionally, he was in a different time zone. Thus, he spectated most of the session from here on out
[4] Jeb showed up late, about the time at which Tiwatti created a focus for the power of Kurid Vol
[5] Confirmed, the statue Daive carries was the size of a weapon, and a similar shape to the weapon Lupisregina Beta from Overlord uses
[6] This fulfilled the bond Daive had with Calin
[7] Peaceful italian music ["Romance In Venice Full Album Instrumental"](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aV1orzGDVvg) began playing over the bot
[8]"Welcome to spooptober, my bruddas. Welcome to spooptober." whispered Jeb quietly into the Discord
[9] Why do I hear boss music? [DRAGON'S WRATH | Intense Dark Apocalyptic Battle Mix | 1 Hour Epic Music](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4uvqbpkowLA)
[10] This fulfilled Daive's bond with Tiwatti "Can I "convince" the other Hakemura to do what is right and sacrifice his arm to the one true god?"
[11] Daive had reached 12 lore, asking the question "Where is that which the Wok most desires."

### Character Sheet

The following is Daive's character sheet at the start of the Cutting the String campaign.

```
Father Daive Wok

"Do you know da wae, brudda?"

Race: Hakemura

Five Arms cuz one got torn off
Snake Spine
Thick Furred
Life Events--Age: 32 (54.4 Earth years)

33; Sighting: You recently saw a strange creature where you live. When did you see it, and what did you see? I saw a Walkasaurus Rex while out hunting in the nearby forest. It took my arm.
29; Devout: You spent a great deal of effort worshipping a particular being. I am a devoted cultist of the mysterious creature that took my arm. I feel like I've grown in power since meeting it.
77; Doom Driven: Fate has seized you. A guiding portent guides you along the path fate has set out. What is that portent? The mysterious creature always comes bearing food in the bowl of its tail whenever something important is about to happen.
19; Scantily Clad: You refuse to wear anything that covers you effectively. What do you wear? I smear myself with the blessings of my god.
90; Cultist: You have been a member of a secretive cult. What bizarre things did they believe, and are you still a member? I am the founder of the Cult of Wok. The Cult of the Wok believes that the Wok is the one true god, and the heretical false gods living on Palavala deserve to die. I am still a member.
79; Hermit: You have spent a long time living in relative solitude. Why did you do so? While deepening my faith in the One God in the forest, before I knew it decades had passed.
38; Conspiracy Theorist: You believe a secretive group affect you and your actions. Who are they, and how do they affect you? The PCs secretly control us all. I do not know how, but I feel my every action is according to their whims.
Ageing:

10; No effect
10; No effect
Is dead?

5/5 HP
5/5 MP
Refresh: 7

Favour: 0
Idol Favour: 0

Stats:

Brawny: +2
Learned: 0
Nimble: +1
Precise: -1
Charming: -2
The Moves:

That creepy old idol

You carry with you a small figurine made of stone, bone, wood, or similar. Its features are worn, and probably crude, but it radiates a palpable sense of watchfulness. You may or may not have a name for it, but you know it has one. It told you so. Occasionally you ask it for a favour – but it always has its price.

When you pray to the idol, roll + idol favour. You can build favour by giving it offerings of your own accord – but it is quite particular.

10+; It answers any request that can be granted in a way that seems like coincidence.
7-9; It answers any request that can be granted in a way that seems like coincidence, but it wants something small in return. Something that requires a bit of effort to show you care – and is rather creepy. Like a jar full of fish eyes. -1 favour if you fail to get it within 3 days.
6-; The idol does not answer your request, but demands a price, or it will instead cause a harmful ‘coincidence’ to happen to you. The price is always disturbing, and causes someone harm. Like someone’s left ear.
-1 favour if you fail to get it within 3 days.

Bonds:

Ghost wants to become a priest. I wonder if he'll join the Cult of Wok?
Calin is on the run from someone... Why are you running? WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?
Can I "convince" the other Hakemura to do what is right and sacrifice his arm to the one true god?

```

And the following is his character sheet at the time of his death:

```
Father Daive Wok

"Do you know da wae, brudda?"

Race: Hakemura

Four arms cuz two got town off Five Arms cuz one got torn off
Snake Spine
Thick Furred
Life Events--Age: 32 (54.4 Earth years)

33; Sighting: You recently saw a strange creature where you live. When did you see it, and what did you see? I saw a Walkasaurus Rex while out hunting in the nearby forest. It took my arm.
29; Devout: You spent a great deal of effort worshipping a particular being. I am a devoted cultist of the mysterious creature that took my arm. I feel like I've grown in power since meeting it.
77; Doom Driven: Fate has seized you. A guiding portent guides you along the path fate has set out. What is that portent? The mysterious creature always comes bearing food in the bowl of its tail whenever something important is about to happen.
19; Scantily Clad: You refuse to wear anything that covers you effectively. What do you wear? I smear myself with the blessings of my god.
90; Cultist: You have been a member of a secretive cult. What bizarre things did they believe, and are you still a member? I am the founder of the Cult of Wok. The Cult of the Wok believes that the Wok is the one true god, and the heretical false gods living on Palavala deserve to die. I am still a member.
79; Hermit: You have spent a long time living in relative solitude. Why did you do so? While deepening my faith in the One God in the forest, before I knew it decades had passed.
38; Conspiracy Theorist: You believe a secretive group affect you and your actions. Who are they, and how do they affect you? The PCs secretly control us all. I do not know how, but I feel my every action is according to their whims.
Ageing:

10; No effect
10; No effect
Is dead?

5/5 HP
5/5 MP
Refresh: 7

Resources: 7
Favour: 0

Lore: 0

Idol Favour: +2

Stats:

Brawny: +2
Learned: 0
Nimble: +1
Precise: -1
Charming: -2
Known Magic Essences:

Kurid Vol
The Moves:

That creepy old idol

You carry with you a small figurine made of stone, bone, wood, or similar. Its features are worn, and probably crude, but it radiates a palpable sense of watchfulness. You may or may not have a name for it, but you know it has one. It told you so. Occasionally you ask it for a favour – but it always has its price.

When you pray to the idol, roll + idol favour. You can build favour by giving it offerings of your own accord – but it is quite particular.

10+; It answers any request that can be granted in a way that seems like coincidence.
7-9; It answers any request that can be granted in a way that seems like coincidence, but it wants something small in return. Something that requires a bit of effort to show you care – and is rather creepy. Like a jar full of fish eyes. -1 favour if you fail to get it within 3 days.
6-; The idol does not answer your request, but demands a price, or it will instead cause a harmful ‘coincidence’ to happen to you. The price is always disturbing, and causes someone harm. Like someone’s left ear.
-1 favour if you fail to get it within 3 days.
Time to go
When you’re in a bad spot and need a way out, name your escape route and roll +nimble.
10+; You’re gone. Poof.
7-9; You can stay or go, but if you go, you leave something behind or something follows you, the Gm says what.

Bonds:

Ghost wants to become a priest. I wonder if he'll join the Cult of Wok?
Can I solidify my control over Calin? Or will I simply drive him to insanity?

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