[ WP ] Villages are laid to rubble and countless lives are ruined ... all over a bag of chips

Three hundred years. So long since the last Weaver stalked these lands. Three hundred years, these *weaklings* had lived without terror. But Kasak would end that. Mortals needed to be dominated, there was no other way. Once they had called him the god of balance. All those years ago when he had blessed the people with magic. He thought they could re-establish the Balance but how wrong he was. The northern mortal had ensured that balance would never exist. He stole the magic, used it and tipped the scales. Kasak would fix that. But first he needed the gem fragments. 
 
 He had searched for these three centuries for the tiny chips. All of them combined would fit in the palm of a mortal's hands and their power would last just seconds. But now that he had a mortal form - a stinking, fleshy mass that they called a body - he could finally *hold* those chips and draw more power from the other mortal's blood. Kasak cursed Athansan. A thousand years ago things seemed much easier. Athansan - the god of life - trusted Kasak, they were close to Unifying, giving Kasak control over Life but then Athansan Sharded himself. But it was n't like the first time, the shattering. There were no Gifts left to be found by mortals. Athansan Sharded himself so completely that the Gift itself was shattered, spreading specks across the universe. Specks that were ingested and consumed by unwitting mortals and hence magic was born. Kasak thought he could control that, using his Influence he goaded the priests, controlled them and gave them the ability to use the power they had accidentally consumed. 
 
 But the priests were dead now. The people were too. At least all of the ones that Kasak had come into contact with. He may be in a mortal body now but he still had his Influence and with such proximity making mortals kill each other was easy. The true challenge had been to find the chips. He had razed two entire cities - or made the inhabitants do it for him - and cleared out numerous villages. Even now the stench of smoke clung to his body's clothing, the pungent scent intoxicating his senses. He had lived as a god for far too long, now he was repulsed by what he once was - a man. 
 
 He approached the ruins of the city. The first he had razed. He thought the priests had known where the gem fragments were but they had all died screaming in denial. He now realized they had been telling the truth. No-one knew where they were because no-one knew they existed at all. 
 Kasak walked through rubble strewn alleyways. Once they were streets with buildings on either side but now they were just trenches between piles of brick and burnt wood. Flies were a constant annoyance, their brains too small to Influence, he simply tried to ignore them. They hovered around bodies long since decomposed. Red and brown stained bones were all that remained now. 
 The city's palace was ahead now. Kasak was grateful for his own reluctance to have it destroyed. These people had worshiped him and built the palace in his honor. He relished that idea and had Influenced the people to leave it mostly intact. The doors were missing though, so he strode straight into the large reception hall. 
 Kasak trudged deeper. His mortal feet aching from the weeks of travel that had led to this moment. He strode into the catacombs. Numerous caskets made of heavy stone lined the walls but one stood in the center. The Fulcrum's tomb. Kasak had coined the term, referring to the way the mortal tipped the scales. His real name was lost to eternity. 
 With more effort than he imagined possible, Kasak hefted the lid from the casket. Nothing more than a skeleton in armor remained. A skeleton bigger than even Kasak had imagined. Standing as a mortal this skeleton seemed so... wrong to Kasak. Nearly twice his size all things considered. Regardless, the cold dead bones held what Kasak sought. A rotten leather pouch clutched between rotten finger bones. 
 Kasak snatched the back and felt the pulsing gem chips within and he laughed. Now he just had to find some remaining mortals to drain and he would have limitless power and limitless blood gems in which to store it.
