A CULTIST-INFESTED TOWN IN THE FORLORN MOUNTAINS
A bubbling pit of inky slime lay before the treacherous Cult of D'khar. The well near the village had been dug out. The cultists no longer cared to keep the nature of their village hid. They had found what they were seeking.
The leader of the cult stepped forward. He barely looked human anymore. Phage spoke, his voice oddly comforting and quiet.
"My faithful followers. Those that serve Shivakas and those that have rightfully turned on their Guildhall Oaths, we have finally found a dormant Spawn of Shivakas. Most importantly, it is the spawn that blessed me with arcane powers in my adolescent years. D'khar, spawn of Treachery, Secrets, and Deceit!"
The cultists murmured, clearly uncomfortable in the presence of a fragment of Shivakas. The bubbling pit did not respond to the introduction.
A guildsmen that turned on their oath stepped forward, "Master Phage? It just looks like oil."
Phage chuckled at the remark. "Well of course. D'khar is dormant. Follower, do you know what a God needs to gain power? Sacrifice. A great and powerful magical sacrifice to awaken it from it's slumber. Bring me the heart of Atos."
Two purple hooded cultists scurried off into one of the village houses. Moments later they carried a large glass container with a still-beating heart inside. Phage lifted the heart out of the container and held it over the inky pit.
"D'khar, I give to you the fruits of a great treachery. I deceived Guildhall. I deceived one of your antediluvians, Atos. I betrayed those who sought to protect the realm from you to gain their power."
Phage drew a fist-full of different colored powders, each powder swirling with great magical power. "They have willingly given my followers this ritual powder, materials, catalysts, and rune ink. They knew not that it would be used to awaken you." Phage tossed the heart and powder into the black inky mass. "I awaken thee, D'khar!"
Thousands of teeth rose out of the ooze to form many different mouths. The mouths tore apart the heart and devoured the powder.
The voice of D'Khar was deafening. Thousands of whispers formed to create words, "My Herald. You've awoken us so quickly. We have chosen well. We thirst for sacrifices of Guildsmen. Their hearts give us strength. It is so tiring to stay awake. We require a vessel to be able to move. To hunt. To eat."
The cultists dropped to their knees and began praying loudly. Phage motioned for quiet as the prayer quieted to a whisper. "My Fragment, my Spawn, I have a vessel for you." A massive snake, easily a hundred feet long slithered out of the woods near the village and coiled at the pool.
"Will this suffice, Lord D'Khar? I present to you the mother to all of the giant snakes you've blessed with your power."
Thousands of teeth rose out of the ooze to form many different smiles. Thousands of whispers uttered the statement, "We are elated, herald. Bring me mana so we may writhe across the land again."