Pall Mall

Sowki Shifter

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A Fuckin Bad Ass

Bio:

The towers of Tolkeen were gleaming and tall, rising into the heavens as if they would never reach the top. Pall Mall, handsome and strong for a young Sowki, looked out the window of his 300 level class – Linking to the supernatural – with expected boredom. As a child he had learned much about the supernatural world from his clan elders who discussed in detail many monsters, demons and gods in the oral and written histories of his people. On the advise of Grand Master Absynth, a clan elder with revered power and knowledge, Pall had come to Tolkeen to solidify the summoning craft he was so inclined to. After mastering most of his casting and summoning courses, he was finally in the last few elective classes to becoming a 1st level shifter. All he had to do now was complete this last class and find a deity to link to in the hopes of rocketing himself to fame, renown and most of all power.

Having a supreme understanding of languages, circles and magic symbols, Pall had struggled with finding the leverage that would separate him from the rest of his class, who although versed in casting and such, was only just behind him in execution and understanding. As his professor spoke, the Sowki flipped through the required reading and decided on visiting a few chapels mentioned. As he left class that day he knew that this was the catalyst to power that he so eagerly sought. He knew he would have to prove a valuable asset to his link and pondered just who of the supreme beings in the megaverse could use him the most.

On his way to his dorm room, Pall Mall the Sowki ventured into the religion district where many shrines, theaters, and churches of sacrifice were established. The norse gods in particular had caught his eye. Having a general tolerance and integrity that most others did not he decided to try to play to the interests of Odin, the All Father. After all, so many other pantheons seemed like the deities there would ask so much of him or trick him into a servitude that would result in his expiration. Pall knew he could play to Odin’s obsession with Ragnarock and explain that he could be an asset to him in the coming of the end.

But how to grab his attention? Odin surely was more interested in things beyond the understanding of such a low level sorcerer. Pall Mall knew his potential though and just had to catch the eye of the Hooded One. Odin was a god of magic and at the intricately carved alter made of fine cherry, the Sowki rehearsed and ancient liturgy of praise and emplorement of the god and his power.

Hail Odin
Grey Wanderer
For many years You have knocked at the hidden doors to my soul.
Patient yet ever insistent: awaiting my response.

Hail Odin
All Father:
Ye who knows the passageways to my heart.
Yet patient, waiting, not treading there within, uninvited.

Hail Odin
Wise One
You teach me the greater worth of a path freely chosen.
i welcome You now into my heart, unfettered by reservation.

Hail Odin
Spear Shaker
Ye who incites wars amongst nations and the battles within each man’s heart:
You spur me now to rise to Your challenge.

Hail Odin
One Eyed God
Your quest unhalted by sacrifice.
So do i commit to follow Your will.

Hail Odin
Master of the Runes
Through Your Gift we glimpse the web of Wyrd
So do i seek the knowledge Your Staves reveal.

Hail Odin
Patron to the skalds
Bringer of the mead of inspiration
May my words be pleasing to Your ears.

Hail Odin
Master of Fury:
Primal and uncontained: dictated by necessity.
May i persevere, unrepressed, in adversity.

Hail Odin
Valföðr:
My Your Valkyries find me worthy
When the web of my life is cut.

And finally the Sowki cut his wrist deeply allowing his entire PPE base to be sacrificed to the god of magic.

There he waited, the Sowki now becoming dizzy from loss of blood and too exhausted from the sacrifice to help himself to life.

Nothing.

Odin did not come to his aid. He did not come to empower the lustful mage.

Just before a failed save vs coma, Pall Mall heard a familiar voice, but could not make out the words. However he was sure It was Bob, one of his classmates form last semester. Bob had went on to study the intricacies of Ley Line Magic but the two had spent many an hour teaching each other and sharing in their craft and love of magic itself.

The Sanctuary housing the Apse of the chamber grew dark and faded into obscurity.


“Pall….Pall Mall the Sowki…Wake up FUCKER!!”

The smell of sulfur made Pall Mall tear, gag and gasp. Bob had used some smelling salts to awake his companion.

“Where …where am I?” The Sowki laboringly opened all three of his vertically stacked eyes. “Dude – you scared the shit out of me – I’m walking down religion street and I step in this pool of blood. I look up and there you are in Odin’s Chapel…bleeding out! What the hell were you thinking?” The Ley Line Walker was in his traditional garb save his headpiece which sat on a nearby hospital dresser.

They were in the emergency room in a nearby Tolkeen Healing Center. The hustle of several Mystics, nurses and assistants were attending to a range of patients, some bleeding profusely from armed combat practice, some just passed the fuck out.

“You Gave us quite a scare there Mr….Mall” Both Bob and Pall rolled their dee-bee monster lore and determined that their ER physician was of the legendary AMANA race. “How do you feel?” The healer sat, one leg on the gurney, folding his hands. “Actually I feel like you healed all of my lost hit points! – I hope you didn’t spend too much PPE on me” “Its really no problem at all – thats why I’m here. Well if you are all set you are free to go. I see that you are a student at the summoning school so your tuition has paid for your visit today.

Bob and Pall Mall made heir way out to the street, Bob insisting on an explanation.

“Dude – for real – WTF?” “Sorry bro – next time let me go. I was trying to contact Odin and see if he had any employment opportunities” “Yeah effing right! – Odin needs you??!! BULLSHIT! you shifters really stretch it man. Glad I went the way I did. Ya know – someday you are going to play with a fire that burns you alive dude – mark my words “Well I guess I just didn’t try hard enough. And BTW – if I wanted to just mediocre I would have just kept doing your homework for you.” A wink from his top eye followed. “Well see about that asshole. Listen – Im late for Line Phasing and Drifting 325…and there’s a cute little mage-ess in there i need to hypnotically suggest something – suggestive to. “Ok Bob – sweet – thanks again…I’ll have to summon you someday – we’ll grab a beer “Don’t you fucking dare – I hate that Dimensional teleport shit! – Peace.” Bob ran off down the street and turned a corner.

Pall Mall, his ego bruised, began a slow walk home. In his mind he kept replaying what went wrong with his sacrifice. Really – nothing went wrong. Wasn’t he good enough? Wasn’t he on par with some of the Berserkers and Valkyries Odin has in his employ? Couldn’t odin use someone to hold the Great Fenrir Wolf at bay? He knew his PPE base was outstanding and his natural aptitude for illusionary magic, understanding of magic symbols and inclination for power would be an asset for Odin – the god obsessed with the end of Midgard.

As he mulled this over Pall made it home, opened a beer and began to read more about his proposed master, his minions, Ragnarock and his adversaries. Even though he had been healed, the day had taken much out of him and eventually exhaustion over took the Sowki. All three of his eyelids were heavy and he quickly slipped into a deep sleep.


The sky was churning with and blackened. Plumes of burning debris and flames made it wrought with red and orange as vibrant as any finely tailored cloth. Embers of dancing flames raised lazily into view as the once majestic city skyline of Tolkeen now appeared as a crumbled mess of iron supports and scattered building skeletons. The Ley Lines that ran the city so efficiently before were surging out of control wild blue white and brilliant, contrasting the apocalyptic scene behind them.

Pall Mall looked down to his hand and tried to discern if this was actually happening – it all seemed so lucid and surreal at the same time. The sound of wounded citizens sprang from every corner and avenue. Massive explosions and maniacal laughter created a cacophony of almost unbearable horror. He climbed the nearest pile of rubble to gain a better perspective on the city he once called home.

At the apex of this building’s twisted and mangled skeleton, the scene before him froze the Sowki with horror. Failing his save vs horror factor, Pall Mall the sowki saw before him and utterly ruined Tolkeen. Ablaze in nearly every district the city had become overrun with creatures and demons of every ilk. Massive worms of Taut barreled their way through the rubble chasing spell casters and their summoned servants, who in turn tried impotently to defend themselves against the onslaught. Wave after wave of winged demon swooped and slashed at the remnants of the defenders fallen victim to this demon horde. On the horizon appeared even more ranks of demonic soldiers. It was clear – they meant to scorch the earth and leave nothing. Not one life, Not one stone.

Just then a shimmering brilliance of hope. In a brilliant flash, time and space itself ripped open, the whitest of light poring through the rift. It was Asgard! Somehow the entire dimension itself had appeared and with the Rainbow Bridge, thousands of Valkries, Berzerkers and Yggr the terror himself, ODIN! Still frozen with terror, Pall Mall had a glimmer of hope. Hope that this abominable situation would come to pass and that life may continue. Cries of the demons being slain deafened his ears and Pall was spurred to action. Running as fast as he could he tried to close the distance and help his preferred master in victory.

Faster and faster he ran but Pall Mall seemed to be getting no where. He looked down to see his feet hitting the rubble, he felt the wind on his perspiring face. yet still he made no forward progress. Concentrating on the location he wanted to be, Pall slipped through space and time itself, appearing within earshot of the champions of Asgard.

“Hail Odin – Spear Shaker – Ye who incites wars amongst nations and the battles within each man’s heart – You spur me now to rise to Your challenge.

The Sowki voiced with all his might.

“Hail Odin – One Eyed God – Your quest unhalted by sacrifice – So do i commit to follow Your will.”

Odin, towering hundreds of feet in the air and standing on the Rainbow Bridge itself, moved his gaze towards the sorcerer pledging allegiance to him.

“Rise and be recognized – servant of Asgard! To my aide Ye shall come, to my aide ye shall bend!”

Taking a few more unmoving steps forward, an enormous platoon of giant demons had jumped all at once onto the very bridge where Odin stood, cracking it and making it splinter.
The Sowki was suddenly thrown one hundred feet away and after loosing a mele action to recover he realized that Odin was laying waste to the horrific scene. Pall Mall stood and again addressed The Hooded One.

“Hail Odin – Master of Fury – Primal and uncontained – dictated by necessity – May i persevere, unrepressed, in adversity.”

Beginning to gesture, Pall Mall knew the words we himself was chanting out but did not know their purpose, for he began to recite a powerful holding spell – but Odin was holding his own against the giants.

HOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWLLLLLL!!!!!!!”

This incredible ear piercingly horrific sound revealed a single massive rabid wolf, frothing at the mouth and thrashing its head about insanely, appearing as if it had jumped from beyond the horizon and landed on the Rainbow Bridge, shattering into thousands of pieces. Interrupting his spell, Pall Mall was thrown again hundreds of feet. Regaining his footing and looking up, the wolf and The All Father were in pitched combat. The wolf had, with a single swallow, taken the remaining giants down his gullet and was now menacingly chomping at the leg of Odin himself. A single golden ribbon – clasped with a massive human looking hand – tied around the beasts neck and blowing fiercely in the wind of this terrible scene. Odin seemed to falter and was doing his best to defend the vicious bites from the Giant fiend.

Surging forward the Sowki leapt for the ribbon, made of things that are not, and grasping it and pulling with all his might, Pall Mall shouted out.

“Hail Odin – Valföðr – My Your Valkyries find me worthy – When the web of my life is cut.”

The single eye of the god met with Pall’s. A massive thunderclap and the entire scene was engulfed in an all consuming wave of fire and lava.


Sweating profusely Pall Mall’s bed was soaked. He had defecated and urinated the sheets. The dream was an omen. a glimpse of what could be. It had to be. But what did it mean?! Cleaning himself quickly and rushing out the door, Pall Mall was late for class. But to him it was no matter. He was on his way to Odin’s Church. He had to find out what this vision meant. Not nearly refreshed of his PPE, his intent was clear. Either Odin would hear him today, or he would die trying. Literally.

At the church the same familiar scene of the finely crafted sanctuary met his almost mockingly. Blood from his first sacrifice was still in the air – although not present visually. Again he recited the ancient liturgy.

Hail Odin
Spear Shaker
Ye who incites wars amongst nations and the battles within each man’s heart:
You spur me now to rise to Your challenge.

Hail Odin
One Eyed God
Your quest unhalted by sacrifice.
So do i commit to follow Your will.

Hail Odin
Master of the Runes
Through Your Gift we glimpse the web of Wyrd
So do i seek the knowledge Your Staves reveal.

Hail Odin
Patron to the skalds
Bringer of the mead of inspiration
May my words be pleasing to Your ears.

Hail Odin
Master of Fury:
Primal and uncontained: dictated by necessity.
May i persevere, unrepressed, in adversity.

Hail Odin
Valföðr:
My Your Valkyries find me worthy
When the web of my life is cut.

ODIN! HEAR ME! I have dreamt of Ragnarock and it is not to play out as you think! A great catastrophe faces all of Asgard, Midgard and indeed all of existence! I implore you – allow me thy patronage! Allow me thine intervention!”

Again he cut deep, allowing his PPE to fuel the sacrifice. Again the holy place went black.

“Hello son…are you awake? Come back to me.” An old voice brought him from the darkness.

Pall Mall opened his eyes warily. Before him stood an old priest, handsome for such an old man, for what he could see at least. A grey hood covered most of his face and the Sowki could not see him entirely.

“Who…who are you? I thought this place employed no deacons of Odin’s faith?” Feeling groggy, Pall Mall was not sure if he could trust this priest. “Indeed it does my son, but only on special occasions – when the timing is right. Please sit with me. Recover and tell me why you have come to this holy place.

The old man gestured him to join him on a beautifully carved but simple stool, procured seemingly from nowhere.

“I have had a vision old man. One that I fear puts all of Asgard an Midgard and indeed all of existence in jeopardy. I have come to implore Odin for answers, to allow me to help him protect the Megaverse and for his wisdom in magic and power.

The Sowki sat and, looking up, realized that he was in some kind of auxiliary chamber to the Sanctuary. Or at least it had to be. But he was unaware that Odin’s Church in Tolkeen had more than one room. He looked around inquisitively. Indeed the cravings here were similar, but somehow more elaborate and almost gleaming with craftsmanship.

“You have had a rough couple of days my son. Are you sure your studies aren’t getting the best of you? When you are young, the imagination tends to run wild.” The old man sat and revealed his face underneath the hood. Both eyes were as blue as sapphires and looked vibrant and youthful as the took in this ambitious mage. “NO! NO! I am certain of it! I have had a vision! Odin help me!” Pall Mall regained some strength now and began to pace, agitated. “Clam yourself – Calm yourself. Here – have a drink and tell me of this vision.” The old man turned, almost all the way around, and produced two steins, filled with mede. “The drink of the gods! Relax your self and tell me of your tale”

As they sat, the Sowki relayed every last lucid detail and the priest took it all in, both of them slurping the drink of the gods together. When he was finished telling the old man about the vision, Pall Mall felt relieved and glad that someone had listened and glad that the old man had calmed him down with the mede.

“Tell me young one – why would Odin need to be saved from this wolf? It is most surely Fenrir you saw. Is it not his destiny to be bested by Fenrir?” The old man, with his bottom lip consumed some froth from his beard. “Perhaps it is his destiny to be bested by Fenrir, but what I saw was not only Fenrir and not only Odin’s demise but rather – all of existence including that of Asgard. Demons are coming and they are coming to destroy everyone and everything. This isn’t the time for the All Father to embrace his fate, after all wouldn’t he want to best everyone he can before his time comes? – preserving Asgard in the balance? He needs me to help control the hordes and turn them upon themselves. “DO NOT ASSUME TO KNOW THE DESTINY OF THE GODS!” A thundering voice came from the old man as he stood and puffed his chest. “IT IS BY THEIR GRACE THAT MIDGARD EXISTS AND BY ODIN’S GRACE ALONE THAT WILL BRING TO THE FOLD! "

The Sowki began to feel he had over stepped his bounds and that this mere priest was not all the he seemed. At that moment the priest stood and all semblance of age left him and, turning to the inexperienced sorcerer, revealed himself, a single eye gleaming and, each silver hair in perfect place, addressed Pall Mall.

“Indeed your skills could be useful to Odin, but why do I need you in my ranks?”

The beaming brilliance of a god in the presence of man humbled the Sowki. Bowing his head and taking a knee, Pall Mall addressed his Patron.

“My Lord I am the lowest of the low, but my potential far exceeds my current station. For the sake of Odin and of Asgard, allow me to turn the coming horde upon itself and preserve thine legacy. “Your tenacity and resolve is impressive young one, and I am a gambler. We shall let the bones decide your fate. Should I win you leave my presence, never to return. Should you win, room will be made in my kingdom for a new servant of Asgard.

Odin, with an almost childish smirk on his face, pulled from his pocket the hnútukast bones. and rolling them one at a time Odin determined his score.

“Now you” The elder spoke.

Watching the child roll the bones, Odin could hardly contain himself

FUCK YEAH!!! NATURAL TWENTY!!!!” The Sowki was ecstatic and couldn’t believe the absolute luck of his roll. “Well now – thats something I have not seen in a Valerie’s age. Odin welcomes you if you can prove to me your loyalty. “Anything my master.” " There is a certain son of mine that proves yet to be a thorn in my side. While I cannot oppose him directly and create open dissension among the ranks of Asgard, I would have you act as my agent in deterring his never ending schemes and trickery here on Midgard – RIFTS earth. He schemes and plots for a certain bobble here in Tolkeen. I know not what it is or what he wants it for, but to be sure it is not for the benefit of our legacy. You will no doubt know it when you see it. you must recover this item for me servant and report back as soon as you have it. What say you? “Indeed my master. Your will is my life’s command. I would seal it with a drink, should you approve. “HA HA! I like your disposition my servant! We shall have one more drink and you will be on your way to inclusion into the most powerful of pantheons.”

Taking from his robes, Odin produces a keen looking ravens feather. Pricking his finger ever so delicately, a single drop of Odin’s blood meets with the frothy mede, held by Pall Mall.

“Drink heartily – warrior of Asgard. May your quest be worthy of the gods and worthy of all of Asgard itself!

Raising their glasses, together they drank and finished their steins, again the Hooded One removed the froth from his upper lip.

“Many thanks and one thousand gratitudes my master. I shall not delay in your desire and will come to you just as soon as I am able. “Now go and be ever mindful of Loki and his schemes.” And at that a flash of light and the god was gone, Pall Mall again was in the Sanctuary of Odin’s Church.

From outside there came quite a commotion and sounds of combat, random explosions here, screams of surprise and alert there. ’ Has my dream come to fruition so soon’ Pall thought. Rushing outside and looking north all he could see were several Coalition flyers taking aim at his beloved city. looking farther north all the Sowki could see was an intense wave of CS troops invading an ill prepared Tolkeen.

It was clear – a siege had begun.

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