#kallamar you're making this difficult

[starving-dropartist]

He's trying very hard, but everything's much scarier when you're not 20ft tall, sadly :[

[canadianno]

What battle did Narinder win?

Oh!! In the comic here,

I assume you're referencing the text "what battle against the red crown do you believe he won?"

In my headcanon, unclaimed crowns emit an aura. The crown of death is special, because it is the only crown that doesn't create the opposite aura effect to what the crown itself is- the crown of death projects death to all around it.

To claim a crown, one must not only be immune to the aura of a crown, but also make an effort to try and save other people from it.

The red crown is hard to come by. It's the most difficult crown to control, out of all of them, and it's believed that the red crown is impossible to extinguish.

Kallamar is wondering what Narinder could've possibly gone through to win over the red crown :]

[lemonlamblaura]

My Husband is the God of Pestilence - Chapter 1

Welcome to my silly little Canon x OC fanfic. Takes place before Narinder, before the slaying of the other gods, before all the lambs are slaughtered. Kallamar has just found the blue crown and is being trained by Shamura on how to be a God. A little lamb has decided to leave her people behind to help. Do they find love? Spoiler: duh! Also spoiler: this is a tragedy, obviously, as the main character is a lamb.

Lilybell had often thought about what the world outside her small mountain village looked like. Just her luck that now that she could finally go out into the world, there was hardly any time to see it.

The path to Anchordeep from the mountains was long and difficult. Not only did the small group of animals have to make it down the mountain, but they also had to traverse through Darkwood, before coming to the shoreline, without running out of supplies. Everyone was tired long before they reached the shore, where the mud fish would take them down to the ocean floor in a big air bubble.

Tired as she was, Lilybell tried her best to take in her surroundings, watching fish swim past her and seaweed waving in the current as if to say hello. She tried to point out everything to her cohorts, but no one seemed interested, even just to humor her.

As they reached the murky bottom, the group was blessed with a magic spell that allowed them to temporarily breathe underwater, before the bubble popped and the mud fish swam back up to the water's surface. Wasting no time, the group trekked on, hoping to reach Anchordeep before the sun set.

Just before twilight, they came upon a large construction site at the center of a wide crater. A great building was almost finished being built. Sea creatures scattered back and forth with materials, trying to get things put away before darkness fell and accidents were more likely to happen.

The eldest from the mountains, a brown stag, approached a blue starfish standing over a table with some blueprints spread out on the surface. He cleared his throat and she turned around in surprise. "Are you in charge around here?"

"Uh... no," she straighten out her work apron. "The only person in charge here is Lord Kallamar." She leaned in closer to the group, really taking them in before she spoke next. "Ah, you're foreigners, aren't you?"

"We've come from the high mountains to pay tribute to the new god Kallamar. Where can we find him?"

The starfish turned towards a more complete area of the site. "Probably in there. That's going to be the main temple room. I'll take you over. Don't be surprised if Lord Kallamar is cranky, he hates messes. My name's Trenaty, by the way."

They momentarily left Lilybell behind while she was busy watching the followers work. Eventually she realized that no one around her was speaking, and she whipped around, only to see her group had almost reached the temple room and she took off after them. She reached them just in time for them to reach the large, carved hardwood door. Trenaty asked a few from the mountain group to help her push open the heavy door. Inside was a large hall with a stage and pulpit at the other end. It was quite dark, as there were no windows, but the hall was lit by large purple crystals glowing on the walls.

Before the stage was a small group of people, and a huge grey shadow standing over them. As the group approached them, Lilybell came to the haunting realization that the shadow was moving, and even speaking to the group. Trenaty drew her hood over her head before kneeling behind the large creature.

"Lord Kallamar, these foreigners have traveled here to bear witness to your greatness."

As the creature turned, the first thing Lilybell noticed was a pair of glowing red eyes, the pupils thin slits, staring down at them with an air of annoyance. The next thing she noticed was the strangest mouth she'd ever seen, resembling an upside-down Y shape that ran up its face, going beyond its hat and seeming to go through to the other side of its head. The hat itself seemed to stare down at them as well, a single blue circle in a pyramid shape, looking for all the world like an eyeball. Lilybell stood at only a fifth of the creatures height, and she couldn't recall the last time she'd felt so incredibly small.

"Is that so?" The creature, who Lilybell realized at that moment was Kallamar, the God of pestilence, leaned over the group, eyeing each member individually, studying them like someone pouring over a book.

The stag hesitantly, nervously, took a step forward. "M-my lord," he stammered, "we bring you offerings, that you may bless our people and see us safe from sickness."

Kallamar's eyes widened. Lilybell couldn't decide whether it was from surprise or excitement. "Show me."

The group finally removed their packs from their shoulders, some older members letting out a groan for their sore back. Some brought a share of their onion crop, some brought good quality stone, some brought fresh spring water and one brought carvings from soft wood. Lilybell's family, the only lambs in the area, used their own wool to knit warm blankets for Kallamar's followers. The one in Lilybell's arms, a pink and white blanket, was the one she knitted herself. It was poorly made compared to her parents'.

Kallamar picked through the offerings with a look of dull indifference. Did he even care about them? "Your offerings will suffice," he grumbled, tossing aside a wood carving like it was an over ripe piece of fruit. He turned to them and suddenly a cunning look crossed his face. "But if you were truly to pledge your loyalty to me, then one of you would stay to work in my temple."

The group was silent with shock. No one decided to venture to Anchordeep with the intention of staying. The cool water was similar to the cool mountain air back home, but it was not the same. The stag tried to speak, tried to get Kallamar to change his mind, but all that came out was nonsense.

"I will give you a few moments to decide who will stay," Kallamar said calmly. A dark shadow grew around him, and he quickly sank into it, and vanished from sight.

The group slowly turned to look at each other. In an instant the arguing started.

"I can't stay, I left a family behind!"

"I can't stay, I, uh, have to water the crops!"

"That's hardly a job, a toddler could do it!"

"I can't stay-" "I can't stay-" "I can't stay-"

"I'll stay."

The others turned to look at Lilybell, who simply smiled back. "I don't mind. I like it here."

The stag stepped forward with a serious expression. "Lilybell, you do realize that Lord Kallamar will not simply allow you to go home when the mood strikes you, do you not? You will have to stay and serve him forever. You say you like this place now, but what about a month from now? A year from now? How can you be so sure you will wish to stay forever?"

"I know it might be hard," Lilybell began, fiddling with her hooves, "but I'm not afraid of hard work. And if it means someone can go back home where they know they belong, isn't that a better deal?"

"It's not about deals!" The stag cried, stomping his foot hard, the thump echoing off the walls, "it's about your happiness and safety!"

Lilybell smiled up at him softly. "I may find happiness here. And I always wanted to devote my life to something great, greater than our little village. I'm sorry, elder, but you can't make me change my mind."

The stag glared down hard at her for a minute, before relenting and drawing back, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Your parents will never forgive me for this. I won't be surprised if your mother never speaks to me again."

At that moment, the same shadow that swallowed up Kallamar a few minutes ago appeared on the floor again, and the god rose up from it like he had never left the room. He looked down on the group expectantly. The stag reached down and took Lilybell's hoof, giving it a reassuring squeeze, before they approached.

"This is Lilybell, my lord. She has willingly agreed to stay and serve you."

Kallamar leaned down far until he was almost at eye level with the lamb, studying her face, and she in turn studied his. Something rustled under his cloak, and a long, thin ebony hand reached out and took her other hoof, holding up her arm. A second hand slithered out and felt her arm, feeling the bone and flesh under the wool.

"Small and skinny," he said to himself quietly, "not good for manual labor." He released her and straightened, and a second set of hands revealed themselves from under his cloak, one holding a thick, large book, and the other a quill and ink bottle. Using all four hands he opened the book to the appropriate page and uncorked the bottle and dipped the quill in ink at the same time. He wrote for a moment, looking back and forth between the book and the lamb. "Name and age?"

"We just told you-" Lilybell began, before the stag squeezed her hoof and cleared his throat warningly. "My name is Lilybell and I'm twenty years old."

Kallamar wrote for a moment. "Lamb..." he mumbled to himself, seeming to write that too. "What are your skills?"

"Skills? Uh... well, I like to cook and clean, and I know how to knit and embroider, but I'm not very good at it. People have told me I have a nice singing voice-"

"That will suffice," Kallamar interrupted, snapping the book shut and stuffing the cork back into the ink bottle before everything disappeared under his cloak once more. "Until my temple is finished construction you may assist in helping the builders. You," he looked down at Trenaty who had remained silent the whole time, "show this one her daily duties."

"Yes, Lord Kallamar," said Trenaty patiently. "And what of the others? She gestured to the mountain animals.

"Only those who serve me shall remain in my temple. They will leave at once."

Some of the group grumbled at that, but they gathered their things regardless and said their goodbyes to Lilybell. The stag hugged her before they left. "Thank you for your sacrifice."

As Lilybell watched them leave, she felt an unexpected sadness in her heart. She had known them all her life, and she would never see them again. The stag's words echoed in her mind. Could she find happiness here?

"Come, dear," said Trenaty gently, shaking her from her thoughts, "I'll show you around. And don't be offended that Lord Kallamar forgot your name. He never remembers such things."

What a confidence boost!

[canadianno]

Talk about the crowns

-alz, i know who you are, the lamb is a self insert in a way, right?

They have personalities and I am TELLING you about them.

The green crown is stubborn. It's fast in it's loyalty to Leshy and it's very protective of him. I'd also call it the most "emotional" crown, as losing Leshy caused it to throw the BIGGEST hissy fit of all time. The green crown is distraught to be separated from their stupid little worm. While other crowns can usually be temporarily wielded by others, as weapons or tools, the green crown just straight up refuses.

The yellow crown is judgemental. It's notoriously difficult to win over the yellow crown because it judges so harshly. You have to go some pretty damnable extremes to claim it, but once you've got it, it's pretty cooperative. The yellow crown we know is known to share traits with one of the original 5 crowns, due to sharing a color. The yellow crown is a big fan of shiny things.

The blue crown is finicky. It's very peculiar about pretty much everything, and it's lucky that Kallamar usually is too. The blue crown takes a show of loyalty to really be able to wield in any capacity. Even after it's been claimed, it just refuses to work until it decides that you're good enough. Yet, once it does decide that you're good enough, it's known to dote on bearers. It's famously difficult to injure a bearer of the blue crown.

The purple crown is loyal. The purple crown is loyal almost to a fault, and it is going to make it everyone's problem. It's unclear how many past bearers the purple crown has had, but the guess is that it hasn't been many, since it's so difficult to control. The purple crown is the only modern crown other than the red crown known to be able to produce projectile weapons (arrows) that don't need to return to the crown after being fired.

The red crown is temperamental. It's the oldest known crown to currently have a bearer, being believed to have existed since the dawn of time in some capacity. The red crown is the most powerful of the 5 crowns, by a SHITTON, and it doesn't help that the crown itself is easy to make angry. The red crown makes it known that it has a mind of its own, but has not yet spoken. Yet.

[angstandhappiness]

HEH

He's trying very hard, but everything's much scarier when you're not 20ft tall, sadly :[