M4 Polytheists vs Monotheists

    I left Europe in search of a interesting discussion. Some times death gets boring after all. So I headed for the Arabian Peninsula to see if I could talk to Muhammad. He was a interesting guy.
    By the time I got to مكة المكرمة (Makka) he was talking to his wife Khadija about the Polytheists, or those who believe in multiple gods. It seemed conflict loomed just over the horizon. I myself am a Buddhist, witch has its roots in Hinduism. Since Hinduism is a polytheist religion, I decided to argue on the Polytheists behalf.  I stepped from the shadows to confront him.
    "Is it true that you are trying to get those who believe in multiple gods away from the Kaaba?" I asked boldly.
    "Yes, for the angel Gabriel told me himself that there is one true god. He is great, and we are his brood. There are no others. All other gods are false!"
    "So you say that Hinduism is false?"
    "Yes!"
    "So you say that

• Religions of the Ancient Near East
  • Ancient Egyptian religion
  • Ancient Semitic religion
• Historical Vedic religion
• Ancient Greek religion
• Ancient Roman religion
• Celtic polytheism are all false!?!"

    "YES I DO!" At this point i could take no more.I was shakeing with rage. (I very nearly punched him, though looking back i think it would have been distasteful) I whent to the Kaaba and sat down, spouting verses from the Dhammapata at anyone who would listen.  Though they did not know know what I was talking about, some of the Meccans came and prayed to their various deities in protest. We stayed for several days, until on the fifth day Muhammad proclaimed that the Kaaba could be Polytheist as well as Monotheist.  There was a small party, then everything went back to normal and there was peace.
    I was pretty pleased with my work and walked from the holy place with a smile on my face.
 
   
   

M3 Dinner is served

    "Die!" The axe cleaved through my flesh, separating head from neck. As the skin was flayed, i burst from my form and turned into a murder of crows.
    "Donec pretium decrepitam hoc sacerdos! you will pay with your sanity, decrepit priest" I said, and flew into his mouth. My shadowy form devoured his mind, leaving him a empty husk of a once great man. I flew out of that place, leaving the new born lunatic. I started search for a place to stay. I didn't want to leave medieval Europe yet, it was ripe with pain and suffering.
    I was walking down the street when a man stopped me and said "Are you Mercer Thorson?" When I said yes he said "Some lady wanted me to give you this" He gave me a letter saying that Princes FeFe wanted me to bring a friend of hers back to life. She also wanted me to tell her where I was. I Shade Walked (teleported) to her and tapped her on the shoulder. We greeted each other and she brought me and gave me a soul pie. I ate it hungrily while we walked and caught up. (We where friends in high school) She led me to a house she was staying at. The owner gave us a dinner of bread and cheese, and then it was time to get to work.
    I walked out to the barn, where a weird, dead, green bat looking thing was sitting in the hay. He was weird  unique. FeFe told me his name was Bubdoimp. I lit some black candles, and reached in to his soul, chanting "I envoke tua spiritum vitae, vivunt, vivere!"After my oration of necromancy, I pulled him up.  I brought him back, then took my money and left.
    I was finding Europe fun. I couldn't wait to leave.

M2 The Trial, and the Execution

     Mercer Thorson awoke in a cold, damp room. I felt around and knew it was in some monarchs dungeon. The smell of death was in the air as he searched the room for a way out. I touched something and had one of the visions that took him when I found a new body.

     The man had had the plague, but survived. He didn't want to though, and became a firebrand. He had looked for trouble. He stole things from a lord and ended up here, dead in a cold dark room. I got what he wanted, in the end. But now it was Mercers turn to get what he wanted. He grabbed the dead mans arm and pulled him up from the depths of hell.

     "Hello" I said, to the shivering man who's arm he was now holding.

     "Where am I?!?" said the man, "Don't eat my soul!"

     "That's a new one. I need to get out of this room. You've been here before, and you know how to leave."

     "The a key is in one of these bricks"he said. I let go of the man and he was a skeleton once more Back to the matter at hand. They must have found out about my powers, i thought. Then a door opend, and somebody dragged me out."Mostra te stesso demonio!", said a voice in rapid Italian," Perché è Satana ti ha mandato a noi?!?"They put me down next to a deep well. "Lascia che Dio ti salva, o accidenti a te di nuovo nelle profondità dell'inferno!"
     They pushed me in. I flouted up to the surface of the water. The man who pushed me in, who I now knew to be a priest, said "God save your soul. Amali, bring me the axe." A man alighted from a unseen door holding a massive ax, its viciosly sharp blade gleaming in the glow of a newly-lighted torch.  The man handed the ax to the priest, who said a quick prayer and handed it back. "Do it" The man hefted the menacing weapon, took a breath, and brought it down as hard as he could, right on my neck!
      I had left the dreadful room, but now i was in a even worse position! The smell of death is thick in the air as my fate takes a turn from bad to worse.

About Mercer Thorson

Mercer Thorson’s childhood was not pleasant. It wasn’t “happy”. It wasn't “cool”. What it was, was different. Mercer didn’t have time for fun. In fact, that's the only funny, ironic thing about his life. It wasn't even ha-ha funny. It was “wow, that sucks” funny. The fact that, even now, when time was a pointless, trivial thing to him, he had never had time for fun. He hadn't had a Father, his Mother was schizophrenic. He was holding the house up, but his strength was dwindling.

When Mercer was four, his mother had been brutally murdered. He had been walking home from school when the screams started. He ran home as fast as he could, and saw his house in flames.  Through a window, he saw a dark figure alighting through the main bedroom. He was taken to social cervices, where he bounced around from Foster parent to Foster parent.

    One day, somebody took Mercer from his current Foster family. He woke up in a pitch black cave. He lived in that cave for years, a voice telling him how to survive. His eyes were pointless, so he just bandaged them and forgot about them. Every day, the voice trained him. How to survive, how to hunt in the darkness. How to use the darkness, to live with it, how to fight with it.

    After years and years of darkness, he walked outside, and saw nothing. His time with the shadow voice had changed him. He was blind, but in a way he saw more than other people. He could feel the darkness. It was inside him. It was him. He was darkness.

    Mercer was a different person. He never had any fun, but as his life shows, he was vary different. He was blind, he was in orphan, and he lived in a cave. How much more different can you get!