Originally a man, he captured a god.
He became a cursed, and at the time, it was believed impossible for a Cursed to capture more than one god.
We currently believe it to be true.
However, somehow, he captured another.
Thousands of gods, layering on top of each other, he became able to transform into one himself.
At that point, he did a feat that had been perceived impossible.
He killed a god.
Slaughtered one. Pierced it with a sword he summoned from air itself.
He finally found The Blood of The Gods
And that was when he shifted from man to myth.
He was all-powerful, a beast unknown to the world.
He commanded armies of gods, leading them himself.
He was a terrifying beast.
He plagued the realm.
One day, when the first king was searching for the witch, he came across Forare.
Forare was intrigued by the King, and while he was away, he went to the son, and planted the idea of the murder.
After the king was killed and a new one rose to power, Forare spoke of the evil witch.
Forare polluted the new King's mind with stories of the witch's evilness, and convinced him to send an assassin.
He forced the brother into attempting to kill his sister.
And indirectly, the sister into trapping her brother.
But why would he do this?
Forare went to the swamp, pretending to be friendly.
The witch took him in, smiling and free.
However, back at the palace, laid the new King's crownless corpse staying still.
And in Forare's hand, a crown shining bright.
He struck, catching her unaware, as she was killed by a curse she had placed.
With her death, her god flew free, and he thrust the crown in the air.
It scratched the mighty deer, and because of its curse and the power of the wielder,
The mighty deer fell, and he was able to collect it's blood.
Forare stared into the pond, and reached out and pulled Athtar free.
Athtar thanked him, looked down and saw a crown in his gut.
And Forare gained another vial of the Blood of the Gods.
After that, he wandered, as the kingdom scrambled to find a new king.
Who knows where Forare is now." The Jesk finished.
"Oh? You wish to tell me your name?"
The Jesk felt a word land on his ear, and on no one else's.
The Jesk fell back, for he knew the words were no lie. The Jesk's tattoo would have pulsed if he was.
*ding ding*
The door opened and closed, and this tavern would never feel that grace ever again.
"What did he say his name was?" The tavern keeper asked, curious what would produce such a strong reaction.
The Jesk muttered slowly, as if scarred, "Forare."
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