Re: Scro religion

> 
> 1. Who do the scro worship? They think the orc gods are too stupid?
> 
	Dukagsh; scro opinion of orcish deities is pretty low.

> 2. Did Durksah (sp?), or whatever his name is become a god?
> 
	Yep.  I posted a write-up of Dukagsh a few weeks back; I'll post the
relevent part below.  It's all unofficial, of course.

> 3. Would the scro think human LE gods or baatezu make better gods for them?
> 
	Probably not.  They see Dukagsh as somewhat of a Christ-like figure for
them; probably be something like trying to convert Catholics to Islam
(it's done, but not often).  Cults are certainly possible.

Dukagsh
	The future leader of the Scro people had a long and interesting
career.  Born the fifth son of a noble family on Borka, Dukagsh's future
would have been the church, as the common practice was back then on
Borka.  However, Dukagsh was a rebellious son, and left after only a
single month, claiming that it was "not right" for him.  For the next
two years, he wandered about the various cities, mostly spending his
time at the local bars.  His life was slowly dragging downhill, his
appearance deteriorating with each passing month.  It seemed that his
life would soon become nothing more than that of a drunk.
	It was his elder brother (and the Unhuman War) that saved him.  Hating
the way Dukagsh was treating himself, his brother signed him up on a
passing orc scorpion, hoping the military life would change him.  At
first, Dukagsh was a poor choice for a sailor; he was constantly
brawling with the crew and breaking into the captain's private stash of
alcohol.  The only thing that saved him from being publicly executed was
the fact that he a good warrior and had great potential, if he exerted
himself.  He was passed from ship to ship for over five standard years
as various captains tired of his brawling and bragging.  Despite his
problems, Dukagsh learned a great deal about space combat, race
relations, and the command of ships during that time.
	The event that changed his life forever was when he was turned over to
Dezimar's command.  For the better part of a year he listened to the
speeches and proclamations of Dezimar, and was deeply moved by them.  He
gave up the bottle, and started taking charge of his life.  He swiftly
rose through the ranks, eventually given command of the scorpion ship
The Ravisher.  He quickly became Dezimar's most trusted commander and
even became his pupil, learning the basics to casting spells.
	When the elvish fleet closed in on Dezimar's little operation; he gave
command of the fleet over to Dukagsh with orders to find help.  In
addition, the two mammoth ships under Dukagsh's command were each loaded
with a protoform primary witchlight marauder, in status, to give Dukagsh
the leverage he needed to gain the support of the other orcish
commanders.  Dukagsh lead a brilliant retreat, dodging the elvish forces
and making his escape.  Later, when he heard about the destruction of
Phoenix space and the death of his mentor, he was devastated.  He
naturally blamed the elves, and swore to get revenge, no matter the
cost.
	That proclamation gained him the attention of Cancer, God of Corruption
and Raids.  Seeing Dukagsh as a cat's paw for the furthering of chaos in
space, he began sending Dukagsh dreams of power and glory.  Following
these dreams, Dukagsh took his ragged fleet to Ice space, where Admiral
Longtooth was holding out against the elves.  The two quickly struck up
a friendship, and they started making plans for the eventual use of the
marauders that Dukagsh had in his possession.  However, Longtooth was
secretly negotiating with the elves for a peace treaty.  He figured that
the marauders would make perfect bargaining chips to get a better deal. 
Dukagsh learned of the treachery only too late; as he returned from a
mission, he found the base empty, the fleet departed.  A few of his
commanders, hiding in the deepest parts of the base, remained to tell
Dukagsh of Longtooth's treachery.  Dukagsh scoured the Ice space bases
for stragglers to add to his own, now diminished fleet.
	After departing from Ice space with a modest fleet, Dukagsh decided to
return home for reinforcements.  Instead, he found his homeworld
destroyed, his people dead.  Only a handful of people remained, along
with a small fleet of nearly ruined ships.  Dukagsh, shook by this loss,
gathered as many survivors as he could aboard his ships, and departed. 
For the next year he would gather the shattered remnants of the orcish
fleets, following every rumor supplied to him by his command staff (many
of whom had served in other fleets before joining Dezimar's command). 
Dukagsh even learned of the elves' betrayal of Longtooth, which he saw
as justice.  He never approached Winter space, and didn't even stop to
consider aiding the orcs trapped on Armistice.  Instead, he led his
growing fleet through wildspace in search of every orc ship that would
follow his lead.
	Finally Dukagsh became convince he had gathered as many ships as he
could and departed for parts unknown.  He was worried that as large as
his fleet was becoming, the elves would take notice and gather a force
to deal with him.  So he left, taking dozens of orcish ships with him. 
Following the dreams supplied to him by Cancer, he would discover a new,
unclaimed world well suited to rebuild the Orcish Empire.  For the last
35 years of his life, Dukagsh would personally oversee the forging of
his people into something greater.  Their potential was finally
realized, and they became something far more than mere orcs.  They
became the Scro.
	Dukagsh, for his part, became sicker with each passing year.  The
attention of Cancer was taking its toll on his health.  It is indeed a
wonder that he survived so long under Cancer's eye.  Finally, on his
deathbed, Cancer approached him physically, to make him an offer he
couldn't refuse.  Cancer would make him God over his people if he became
Cancer's lieutenant and agent of chaos and strife.  Dukagsh agreed, and
became another pawn for the master of Corruption and Raids. 
Unknowingly, he had sold his people out to become slaves of Cancer's
whims.



-- 
Night Druid