The fall of the Neftuli: Demigod Rising 💀 scary.co

Since times immemorial the Neftuli has ruled the world. Once there were more of them but centuries of infighting has reduced the number of the godlike beings to half a dozen, each controlling their territories with iron fists. A precarious balance exists between the remaining Neftuli, an uneasy truce based on the threat of betrayal and backstabbing. Such is the world into which I, Kain, was born. For the first section of my life I was blissfully unaware of the state of the world and the turmoil within it, the friction between the gods that ruled us all. I was sequestered away on a mountainside at the edge of the region controlled by Nehera the Witch-Queen. I had been found in the woods as a babe and brought up by a group of trappers. Stalwart, honorable men. It was a hard life, but a good life. We fought stay alive, each meal and tankard of ale brought with it the satisfaction of having earned it. Wintering in the nearby town of Savastra was the highlight of the year where we got to spend the coin we had so painstakingly earned during summer on proper lodging, good food and good drink. I had the chance to spend time with my childhood friend, Annah. That life ended suddenly one day when I was checking the traps in the forest and a strange woman stumbled upon me, a priestess from the nearby abbey of reclusive nuns. I had never before seen one of them, I had only ever seen the abbey from a distance. Then, she was suddenly right before me with pursuers hot on her heels. At the time I had not known that bringing the priestess to Savastra for treatment of her wounds would pull me into a turbulent life of fleeing for my life, fighting for my life and plotting the downfall of the very gods themselves. If I had known what my life would turn into... I would like to believe that I still would have helped her. But I am not certain. Not at all. My path has been paved with such loss, such pain, that if I could have avoided it, for not only my own sake, I might have. But there has also been good times, love and peace. I would not have unlocked my own dormant powers and abilities if I had not chosen to help the odd priestess with the dark skin and the blue eyes. I would not have met so many awesome, powerful and different women to fight by my side. So, perhaps I would have saved the priestess regardless, knowing what was to come. I am Kain, abandoned orphan turned warrior, weaver of arcana, and so much more. Let me share with you my story, let me share with you how an unknown boy from the ass-end of the world unwillingly became a powerful tool whose existance threatened the world order and even the lives of the god-like Neftuli themselves.

Release Date TBD
Author Mikael Florin
Language English

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