Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 21, 2009, 08:30:41 pm
Sorry about letting the last one die, but it got too... stale. After overlooking the rules, I have made some changes. Since many gods did not want to use weapons, favored weapon is no longer a requirement.
For people wanting to sign up, post in the OOC thread.
Here is what the players need to know about gods.
Creating a God:
Players need to contact me before posting.
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(http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/7263/godtableuv7.jpg)
Here is what the players need to know about actions.
Every monday, you will be restored to full AP.
Free actions:
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Divine Actions
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Combat
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Reccomended Domains
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When making a plane please use the information found in the SRD hypertext document for 3.5, found here http://www.d20srd.org/srd/planes.htm#planarTraits
You can roleplay the mortals in your flock. However, the power levels are limited; in the first year, mortals cannot exceed level 9, in the second year, they cannot exceed level 18. In year three… just keep epic mortals to a minimum.
When posting, please add the following to your post, so we know which god/mortal etc is speaking, and his location, we call this The make Psyco Jelly A Happy Camper Rule.
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AP does not carry over from week to week.
Please PM me, the GM before you post your god here.
I'd say we can begin when we get five gods. Others can feel free to join at any time.
Post by: Armok on March 21, 2009, 10:07:31 pm
Post by: Little on March 21, 2009, 10:34:20 pm
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 21, 2009, 10:40:46 pm
Armok you can join with your previous god.
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 22, 2009, 03:39:59 pm
Primary Domain: Entropy
Alignment Domain: Indifference
Portfolio Element: Pestilence
Symbol: A black scarab
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Divine Rank: 6
Class Levels Barbarian 8, Druid 10, Master of Many Forms 10
The Thousand are a hive mind, with a single goal, to spread their influence throughout existence. That's not to say that they are stupid or instinctual, Velik Broj can be extremely clever when it seeks something. The thousand are composed of countless insects of many types, but the swarm can assume the form of nearly any creature. The thousand aren't evil because they uphold malevolence, simply because they pay no heed to others when they want something. Velik Broj prefers to use a Double Sword. (Use singular pronouns for Velik Broj, and plural for The Thousand.)
Post by: Grek on March 22, 2009, 08:43:46 pm
Primary Domain: Fire
Alignment Domain: Balance
Portfolio element: Volcanos
Symbol: Red flames on a Grey field.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Divine Rank: 6
Class levels: Cleric 4, Sorcerer 4, Mystic Theurge 20
Rhuax is the God of fire. He is pleased by burning, fires and heat. He often burns things with extreme amounts of fire and magma. He also has a gentle side and provides fertile, ashy soil to all that make burnt offerings in his name
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 22, 2009, 11:36:18 pm
Name: Wayock, God of War
Primary Domain: War; Earth; Moon
Alignment Domain: Indifference
Portfolio element: Battle; Minerals; Orbiting
Symbol: Two crossed swords.
Alignment: True Neutral
Favored Weapon: 2H Axe.
Divine Rank: DR10
Class levels: Fighter 20
Barbarian 16
AP: 5
Wayock likes war, in fact he loves war. He is the god of war. As god of war, he is the master in all forms of war, whether it is small skirmishes between guerilla fighters and patrols, or two crusading armies coming together to fight. To be a master of war you need two things, excellent, superior tactics and to a lesser extent, superior fighting skills. Although Wayock is a god of war, he isn't nasty, but Nuetral. Albeit he is favored towards his own creations. He is neutral, but he helps his fellow gods, and his own people.
Wayock, as a being, is a manifestation of all the hurt, the suffering, the loot, the pillaging, the raiding, the defeats and the victories of war.
Post by: Poltifar on March 23, 2009, 11:06:14 am
Name: Alether, the Supreme Arcanist
Primary Domain: Arcane
Alignment Domain: Indifference
Portfolio element: Disciples of the Arcane Arts (mostly Wizards and Sorcerers)
Symbol: An open hand, with a gem engraved in its palm, and a 13-sided star around the hand.
Alignment: True Neutral
Divine Rank: DR6 (Lesser God)
Class levels: Wizard 9, Sorcerer 9, Ultimate Magus 10
Alether is the very embodiment of the Arcane energies that permeate the multiverse. He does not care for other gods or mortal affairs, except when these have a goal in common with his own. His own goal seems quite simple: raise the Arcane Arts to a level superior to any other form of creation or art in quality, power, elegance, and refinement. He is by nature a perfectionist, seeking to perfect his domain's influence, yet his notion of 'perfection' differs from the traditional 'order' and 'laws' some might assosciate with perfection. For him, perfection needs not only a structured and ordered base, but also freedom to express new ideas and randomness that allows the Art to evolve. Thus, he does not prefer either Chaos or Order. Neither does he uphold Good or Evil, as he considers these last two as things irrelevant to consider, just two differing forms of expression that both have a place in his plans.
Post by: The Willow Wisp on March 23, 2009, 07:23:31 pm
Name: Kryz, The Wandering Storm
Primary Domain: Wind
Alignment Domain: Good
Portfolio Element: Storms
Symbol: Lightning Bolt striking through the heart of a hurricane
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Divine Rank: DR 8
Class Levels: Duskblade 20/ Barbarian 12
Kryz is a god of incredible power, that is difficult to anger, but once angered, quick to act and slow to calm. He commands the winds and all that rely on them. He especially enjoys sending storms to acquire a special brand of divine retribution on the wicked and corrupt. He enjoys times of peace, but sees that if beings live in peace to long they become weak and unprepared for conflicts. He seeks to comprimise over minor conflicts but when tensions flare heis a force to be reckoned, and feared. He takes the form of a human wearing a snow white cloak and robes of white and light blue. He resonates with the power of wind and storms, often resulting in jolts of lighting darting across his body and strong winds blowing from his sleeves and hood. His weapon of choice is the Spiked Chain.
Post by: filiusenox on March 23, 2009, 07:59:58 pm
Name:Titus,The Imperial Wave
Primary Domain:Water
Alignment Domain:Neutral
Portfolio Domain:Waves
Symbol:A pyramid under water
Alignment:Chaotic Neutral
Divine rank:dr-6
Class levels:Fighter 14,Sorcerer 12
Titus is the quietly scheming type.The things he does are only for his people.His appearance on any plane is of a hooded man wearing blue.The only unblue symbol is a yellow pyramid on his back.His weapon is a Trident
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 23, 2009, 08:11:28 pm
The void grew insatiable. For far too long it had wanted to consume, to destroy. It had once tasted living beings, in a time far too long ago for even the gods to remember. The void grew hands, and ripped into itself, pulling free thousands of vermin, harbingers of destruction. They swirled and clambered over each other, forming a somewhat humanoid figure. The figure quickly grew skin over the insects and now looked perfectly like a male human. It soon realized that it should not remain in this expanse of space. Wretched Mortal Space. It created a barrier around the space, and the area outside it turned black as the area inside turned gray. The outside became violent and hungry, it took on a will of it's own. The area inside remained calm. The swarm laughed, the first sound.
Create plane(The Hungry Void) 3AP
Strongly Negative-dominant
Sentient
Infinite
Limited Magic (No positive energy)
Strongly Evil aligned
Timeless (No hunger or thirst. You do not age here, and upon leaving you return to the exact instant you left. Heh. Left.)
Subjective directional gravity
Coterminous (Stray to far from the center of the material plane and you enter the void.)
(Filiusenox, PM me your profile. I'll help get it sorted out.)
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 23, 2009, 08:58:08 pm
The void was nothingness, he felt... A presence. Within the void yet outside it. Wayock sighed, this place was boring. For the moment only however. He gathered energy from all round, and condensed it, smaller and smaller till he got a pebble of rock. He needed more, he got more energy and condensed it and condensed it, more and more energy condensed into solid form until he finally had what he wanted.
A planet.
It was earth-ish in size, a perfectly round sphere. It was not his, however it was free to form, to mold, to nourish...
((Create land: 2/3))
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 23, 2009, 09:19:46 pm
Velik Broj, to Wayock.
"Hello. What is it you are doing with the non-food? You can't eat that."
After saying this Velik Broj began to wonder what exactly could be eaten.
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 23, 2009, 09:23:32 pm
"AH. I presume it is you I felt? Not all things need to be able to be eaten. Neither do all things must be eaten."
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 23, 2009, 09:37:01 pm
Velik Broj was fighting to remain one being.
"I am Velik Broj - We are the thousand! You are not us. What are you?"
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 23, 2009, 09:39:43 pm
"I am me. I am WAYOCK"
Wayocks voice was like the sound of all the people dieing from war, throughout eternity mixed with the sound of all forms of weaponry. Throughout eternity.
Post by: Grek on March 23, 2009, 10:19:41 pm
"Come, Gods, Come forth to the Burning Palace. We shall make this world, build it up, and then we shall rule it and feast upon it's light. Join Me, for I am Rhuax."
((May I reinterate a request from the last game? Please, please, please give everything you create a unique name. The game works alot better if you do.
Mold land(1): Create Burning Palace.
Create Pantheon(2): What it says on the tin.
))
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 23, 2009, 10:51:00 pm
"Rhuak? I see that you have joined us. Ah. It's nice that your... Palace is upon my planet... But what should it be called...?"
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 23, 2009, 11:06:12 pm
"Garden? Food will grow well upon it..."
Post by: Grek on March 23, 2009, 11:11:08 pm
"Nitomushul. It the the Realm of the Planet, afterall."
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 23, 2009, 11:42:37 pm
Post by: Armok on March 24, 2009, 02:44:41 am
One flame however happen to come upon a vein of a mineral wich is combustible, and so, it spread, the fire spread into the planet along many ways, it grows and spreads, and as it do, it create something, a concept, that of growth.
And thus, Omobah was born.
Spoiler: god specifications, copied from other thread. (click to show/hide)
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 24, 2009, 02:55:57 am
Post by: Armok on March 24, 2009, 03:01:55 am
Post by: Poltifar on March 24, 2009, 09:31:15 am
The Void's delicate balance of nothingness and more nothingness was broken, as the beings of near unlimited power molded a speck of rock and dust in the vast emptiness of the infinite plane, and as new fires raged on this virgin planet, feeding the void with their energy.
This exchange of energies, wether divine, comming from the beings themselves, or a side-effect of their creations, as with the flames, created the first cycle of energies. This cycle shook the void, sending across its emptiness the first threads of a new power, one that would be harder than all others to create and control, yet would be able to control and create all others. Arcane power was born.
And the Primal Eldritch energies grew in strength, their waves permeating the void. They flayed randomly, with no purpose, no goal. Until from their own fabric and power, rose a sentience. Alether, Lord of Magic, the Supreme Arcanist, was born.
Alether approached the gathered beings, and not bothering to greet any of them, observed their creation. A small, fragile piece of dirt, floating in the nothingness. Alether scoffed. What were these beings thinking? What could they possibly do with such a worthless creation?
Continuing to ignore the other entities, Alether moved back into the void. Seeing all his Arcane energies wildly flaying in the emptiness, he decides that it might not be the best of ideas to keep them here. Who knows what those other beings might try to do to them? After all, they were crazy enough to create that useless planet. Alether gathered all the energies, and shifted them out of this existence.
Create Plane (3AP):
-Subjective Directional Gravity
-Normal Time
-Infinite
-Divinely Morphic
-Mildly Neutral-Aligned
-Enhanced Magic (All)
-Coexistent Planes (Coexists with the Material Plane and the Void, as well as maybe any other planes created. Consider it an equivalent to the 'Astral Plane' in the base DnD universe)
The plane thus created was a plane as infinite as the void, parallel to both the void and the material world, yet not touching any of them. In the plane, it is a vast expanse almost devoid of matter, but filled with flaying Arcane energies of all kinds. Any who enter it can 'breathe' in it, no matter what they normally dwell in, be it water, air, etc. They can also freely move as if 'flying'. Time passes normally in this plane. All magical effects are enhanced in this plane, to such an extent they might be considered 'wild' in some cases (similar to the 'Wild Magic' plane trait). Currently, Arcane energies are locked in this plane with no way of leaving to be used in other planes except for Alether. This will change eventually. I'm planning on making this plane similar to the DnD 'Astral Plane' in that it is linked to all planes, that way, magic can be used in all those planes and spells such as teleport and astral projecting have a plane to move the caster through.
Post by: Grek on March 24, 2009, 07:45:06 pm
((err, I'd like to point out something important from the rules: gods of DR6 or higher can't go onto the material plane themsleves, they have to send an avatar. So you probably can't be in that castle on the planet...))
((Good point. It is now the the herald of Rhuax sitting there. Rhuax is chilling out the the Void, I suppose.))
Post by: The Willow Wisp on March 24, 2009, 09:24:00 pm
As Kryz became aware of himself and those around him, he noticed a ball of rock that shined with undeveloped potential. Kryz took some of the energy that formed him and cast it onto the plane. This small energy began to form into a single cloud, then a small storm, then a vast storm the size of a large continent. The storm was raging with thunder, lightning, winds, and tornadoes. The storm had a spot of peace in the center, the Eye. The storm, while large, was anchored to one location; and had developed a mind of its own. This storm was named the Maelstrom, its goal is to guard the spot it is anchored to.
Kryz then pulled some of the air the Maelstrom was made of and replicated it, spreading it across the plane. This gave things the ability to breathe and formed the winds that would blow across the plane.
Create Land(2): The Maelstrom
Mold Land(1): Createing Air
(I asked the GM and he said that the Maelstrom was a Create Land action and creating air was a Mold Land action.)
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 24, 2009, 11:12:59 pm
Wayock, to Rhaux.
"Rhuax. I will join your Pantheon! ((Join Pantheon: 3/3)) I feel that, the Pantheon, our Pantheon, even though small.. Has enough power to change things. That is why I propose that whatever power this Pantheon can muster for us be used to mold the land to the benefit of all!"
((I propose, that, using the 1AP gained through the Pantheon by me joining should be used to create mountains and valleys, plains and plateaus and etc. etc.))
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 25, 2009, 12:07:44 am
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 25, 2009, 12:12:59 am
Post by: Armok on March 25, 2009, 01:04:38 am
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 25, 2009, 01:15:07 am
*AP regenerates*
Post by: SombreChapaeu on March 25, 2009, 01:43:25 am
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 25, 2009, 03:04:07 am
Wayock could feel.... He could feel his strength regenerate.
Wayock, muttering to himself.
"This place... Isn't mine. I need my own place."
Wayock needed his own plane.
Wayock traveled far into the void, beyond the sight of all. There he swirled all the energy he could muster, everything he could get his essence on. With that he created his own plane, a plane for him and his creations.
((
Create Plane - 3/3
Waroy - The Plane of War
Normal Gravity
Normal Time
Infinite
Divinely Morphic
No Elemental or Energy Traits (However certain places may have this - I presume this is allowed?)
Mildly Aligned Chaotic
Enhanced Magic (If/When Politifar releases magic from his realm - For now none.)
Coterminous Plane (A door can be created to link the void and the plane)
))
A great door was created, a great wooden door. Behind, the Plane of War was. Wayock was pleased, thus this plane was created, it was infinite in shape and length. Only touching the void where Wayock wanted it to. He pushed the door back to that planet, where he could keep an eye on it. He was outside the door, so none could get in.
Post by: The Willow Wisp on March 25, 2009, 06:32:43 am
Kryz looked upon Nitomushul proudly and proclaimed
"
Now that there is ir and water, plants may grow, life may be born, and things may live upon this planet."
Mold Land(1): Making trenches and craters for rivrs and oceans
Creat Land(2): Making Water
Post by: Poltifar on March 25, 2009, 09:12:59 am
Alether, having watched the gods from afar, playing with the small dirt globe, finally decided to approach. Muttering a few words to the other beings, probably some attempt at a greeting, he examine the sphere. Dirt and water, with some non-void space called air, was all it was. Little more than an anomally in the empty void, a toy the gods molded, but that would never do anything interesting or worthwhile itself. That had to change.
Alether send his own blessing to the planet. A blessing so that it may achieve something itself someday. Something that could grow and change by itself, without always needing the gods to control and shape it. Something that might eventually be able to think for itself.
Mold Land (1): Create some small plains of simple grass with some bushes and some rare groups of larger trees on a small part of the northern hemisphere of the planet.
Create Populace (2): Small prairie animals of all kinds (wild mice, etc...)
No AP left
((Question: does unused AP carry over to the next cycle?))
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 25, 2009, 10:22:28 am
The swarm shuddered. Through sheer force of will, the thousand tiny voices calmed, and became one, a true hivemind. The human form was now stable, and it's thoughts now coherent.
Evolve Physically(3/3 AP)
Velik Broj, to all
"I am now one."
Post by: SombreChapaeu on March 25, 2009, 11:19:18 am
((No, it doesn't. Did I forget to mention it?))
The swarm shuddered. Through sheer force of will, the thousand tiny voices calmed, and became one, a true hivemind. The human form was now stable, and it's thoughts now coherent.
Evolve Physically(3/3 AP)
Velik Broj, to all
"I am now one."
if unused doesn't transfer over, how do gods lower than rank 6 rank up? ranking up costs 3, and a dr 1 only gets 2 points
Post by: Poltifar on March 25, 2009, 12:34:29 pm
((No, it doesn't. Did I forget to mention it?))
The swarm shuddered. Through sheer force of will, the thousand tiny voices calmed, and became one, a true hivemind. The human form was now stable, and it's thoughts now coherent.
Evolve Physically(3/3 AP)
Velik Broj, to all
"I am now one."
if unused doesn't transfer over, how do gods lower than rank 6 rank up? ranking up costs 3, and a dr 1 only gets 2 points
Yeah, that's one of the reasons i asked. Also, i remember reading in the Lords of Creation game on the WotC forums that they did carry on, up to a certain limit. But as you wish.
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 25, 2009, 12:47:40 pm
Post by: Kashyyk on March 25, 2009, 03:49:25 pm
Post by: SombreChapaeu on March 25, 2009, 06:23:34 pm
Primary Domain: Abomination
Alignment Domain: Chaos
Portfolio Element: Mutation
Symbol: a pentagram who's sides change and the angles do not add up
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Divine Rank: 6
Class Levels Sorcerer 8 Alienist 10 FleshWarper 10
A newly... born? god, The Unnamed One was a spellcaster from the Present? Past? Future? who miscast a potent ritual and was thrown into some plane far beyond our knowledge or understanding, there he changed? reverted? mutated? evolved? into some new thing a thing of power? understanding? wisdom? this thing remembered some of it's former? present? future? world, and so ripped it's way back to our reality, which does not understand it, and calls it abomination, this god merely wants to unleash a wave of change across the world... to see it's effects? reshape the world? destroy existence? and it might be funny? necessary? an act of rage?
-Unfortunately because of the sheer chaos that the unnamed one represents even the facts about what he? she? it? change every instant, it's desires are not understandable by the other gods of the normal planes. and attempts to discern the truth about what it was fail due to what it is, will be,
-Appearance a hooded, robed, cloaked, figured. it's garb changes, and is not quite right, it's features are hidden, those that see it cannot describe it, and ordinary mortals cannot survive the sight with their lives.
A hidden hand pressed against the glass wall revealing the other divine at play/work/rest below, the watery wall revealed that which was happening below, as the hand withdrew from the interior of the giant eye he/she/it knew it was time to soon/now/earlier return from/go to/come back to this place beyond creation, to bring forth hope/change/doom to those within, but not yet, time now to prepare, time now to plot.
Create plane(The Land Beyond) 3AP
Chaoticly Dominent: the elemental alignment seems to change at unknown whims, or become perverted reflections
Highly-Morphic
Infinite
Wild Magic: Divine Denizens treat it instead as enhanced magic for all chaos related spells, and impeded for law related spells
Strongly Chaotic Aligned
Erratic Time (You do not age here, and return the same age you left)
Subjective directional gravity: unless otherwise specified
Seperate(Travel to far in the void in the right/wrong way, and you end up here, and the only way out is through to the material plane again by the right/wrong path)
The Land Beyond is a realm beyond that of the knowable, beyond even the void it's a strange land where all is mutable, but to some strange design, to odd shapes, mounds of flesh, and a lot of tentacles, some of them flying around on their own, strange... things prowl the depths, with thoughts unknowable by mortals and nigh undecipherable to the divine, the plane warps at a thought, but tries to warp the warper back, and back again, yet no true intelligence guides this realm.
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 25, 2009, 07:02:09 pm
The cosmology of the planes.
Post by: SombreChapaeu on March 25, 2009, 08:41:02 pm
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 25, 2009, 09:13:13 pm
Post by: Little on March 25, 2009, 09:17:16 pm
Post by: Armok on March 25, 2009, 09:28:20 pm
some examples this far:
-the thousand being made of vermin, and in general the gods having physical forms.
-Wayock made a WOODEN door, despite there not being trees or eve life yet.
-Alether creating high modern plants and animals of billions of different kinds from scratch in a single action, rather than having us evolve them and maybe get something interesting.
-The Land Beyond having "flesh and tentacle", again despite life being a if by now not non-existent then at least new and unproven concept.
These are just the worst. We had the chance to create something actually interesting and unique here, but you all get stuck in stereotypes and in recreating earth because you cant think outside your own limited human perspective.
I'm disappointed.))
Post by: SombreChapaeu on March 25, 2009, 09:30:20 pm
((More like this? ^))
that is perfect and looks creepy
well done.
Post by: SombreChapaeu on March 25, 2009, 09:35:03 pm
((Why do people always use and/or create things without first creating the necessary concepts? it's damn annoying.
some examples this far:
-the thousand being made of vermin, and in general the gods having physical forms.
-Wayock made a WOODEN door, despite there not being trees or eve life yet.
-Alether creating high modern plants and animals of billions of different kinds from scratch in a single action, rather than having us evolve them and maybe get something interesting.
-The Land Beyond having "flesh and tentacle", again despite life being a if by now not non-existent then at least new and unproven concept.
These are just the worst. We had the chance to create something actually interesting and unique here, but you all get stuck in stereotypes and in recreating earth because you cant think outside your own limited human perspective.
I'm disappointed.))
Well actually right now the far realm is fairly empty, i'm going to be filling it after this.
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 25, 2009, 09:49:23 pm
Post by: Little on March 25, 2009, 09:59:18 pm
Name: Youlon the Trickster Primary Domain: Trickery
Alignment Domain: Chaos Portfolio element: Criminals Symbol: A single cold coin with a bag stamped on it
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Divine Rank: DR8
Class levels: Rogue 24))
Youlon
The single bright light of awareness suddenly winked on in the void, and saw the Planes. It was interested, but not interested enough to interfere or make it's presence known. After a brief moment of internal debate, it moved away from the other Planes. It searched itself for a moment, and in a flash of realization realized it was a single entity independent from all others and could think. After another second of soul-searching, it discovered it was male and it's true title was Youlon. After another brief moment of consideration, Youlon decided he wanted a Plane of his own. He set off for a patch of the void and wondered what he would do to designate his Plane. He figured he would try as hard as he could to create a space of his own, and he quickly set about doing this. After concentrating very hard, he suddenly became tired. The void looked no different, but he suddenly felt that the empty patch he had been concentrating on was now his.
Create Plane, Untitled
Alignment: Mildly Neutral
Plane: Currently Empty
Time: Erratic Time (You do not age here, and return the same age you left, death and other requirements of life still required once life exists)
Gravity: Normal(once something exists for gravity, that is)
Shape/Size: Infinite
Morphic Traits: Divinely Morphic
Magic: Normal
Coterminous Plane: No Entry Point on Material Plane(yet)
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 25, 2009, 10:08:09 pm
Post by: Little on March 25, 2009, 10:09:49 pm
Post by: SombreChapaeu on March 25, 2009, 10:10:49 pm
((I'm a Lesser God, right? That's what DR3 is, correct?))you are a demigod dr6 is lesser gods
Post by: Little on March 25, 2009, 10:11:40 pm
Post by: Grek on March 25, 2009, 10:14:45 pm
"What is this? Bah. Let there be FIRE!"
Deep within the Void, Rhuax snaped a finger, transforming the beast into something more pleasing to Him. Something burning. Something made of magma...
((Create Subrace(1): Flaming groundhogs made out of magma. 1/3 personal & 0/1 pantheon spent.))
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 25, 2009, 10:23:18 pm
Post by: Naze on March 25, 2009, 11:05:15 pm
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Sweet, sweet the hall of flesh! The song of blood, what ancient joy! Too long have I slept—why, in this shell I can walk a thousand worlds, renew the sensations of lost millennia. It is mine, it is mine. Who is better than I? I take them all in my hands, caress them or crush them. My little puppet. Shrink from nothing, please your maker.....
Spoiler: Create Plane (click to show/hide)
Post by: Little on March 25, 2009, 11:18:22 pm
Youlon moves away from his little patch of space and moves back into the void. He observes the Material Plane from afar, and then moves in for closer inspection. He moves down onto the plain and observes life in all it's radiance. The new sights and sounds fill Youlon with ideas, and as he races away from the Material Plane, his consciousness filling with ideas with what to do with Life. He rushes past the other Gods back to his little, empty, Plane but on the way he feels something frightening. He feels like it is outside the void, a faint feeling of something that would like to devour him. Youlon fills with the fear, and completely rejects any idea of leaving the void for the space beyond. He has an uneasy feeling that the place beyond could damage him...
Youlon is frightened by the idea of death, and his fear grows. The fear makes him uneasy, a brand new feeling. He reaches out with his mind, careful to stay within known space, and sends out a message.
Youlon
"Hello?"
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 25, 2009, 11:49:49 pm
Post by: SombreChapaeu on March 25, 2009, 11:54:55 pm
((Guys, could be please put a Summary of out actions at the end of our post in bold and put how much AP you used, and how much you have left. It makes it easier for everyone! Also; I'm sure you cannot make multiple realms with one action.))
he'd have to create plane 9 times
also
O/3 AP
Create Plane - The Land Beyond
Post by: Naze on March 26, 2009, 12:03:46 am
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 26, 2009, 12:09:48 am
((Already discussed it with Jelly, It's a layered plane.))((Ah. It sounded like 9 different planes.))
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 26, 2009, 12:19:42 am
BTW
Evolve Physically 0/3 AP
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 26, 2009, 12:24:03 am
Post by: Armok on March 26, 2009, 12:34:07 am
Post by: Naze on March 26, 2009, 12:34:36 am
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 26, 2009, 12:35:26 am
Post by: Naze on March 26, 2009, 12:37:42 am
Post by: Armok on March 26, 2009, 01:01:26 am
Post by: Naze on March 26, 2009, 01:02:46 am
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 26, 2009, 01:10:00 am
Post by: Naze on March 26, 2009, 01:12:47 am
Post by: Poltifar on March 26, 2009, 09:10:40 am
((Soo... New turn?))
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 26, 2009, 09:47:05 am
Post by: Grek on March 26, 2009, 04:24:45 pm
((
Create Plane: Istamoshur
Objective Directional Gravity away from center (0°,0°,0)
Infinite: 3d, 2 self-contained angular directions (Up/down and right/left) and 1 infinite direction(Out/in).
Highly Morphic
Flowing Time
Major positive-dominant
Enhanced Magic: Fire, prismatic and light spells work better.
Separate from all other planes.
3/3 & 1/1 PP spent. None left.
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Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 26, 2009, 04:31:05 pm
Post by: filiusenox on March 26, 2009, 05:47:40 pm
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Post by: Naze on March 26, 2009, 06:04:47 pm
Create Artifact
The Matrix of Moth, foundry from which the twisted ideals of Garish are made.
0/3 AP left.
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 26, 2009, 06:15:39 pm
Mold Land: 3/4 AP
Velik Broj pulled insects and spiders from his body, casting them onto the world. They grew and bred, tiny ecosystems of mindless carriers of disease and destruction.
Create Populous (Insects): 1/4 AP
Velik Broj, to the Insects
"Grow and devour."
And some of the beetles grew, to enormous proportions, like kings compared to their tiny brethren. They were few in number, relatively speaking, but were more than capable of wasting an entire region.
Create Subrace (Giant Beetles) 0/4 AP
Post by: Little on March 26, 2009, 06:36:17 pm
Youlon feels spontaneously rejuvenated, and breaks from his thoughts. None of the other Gods had responded, but Youlon felt fine. He turns his attention to his little Plane and focuses. With a negligible amount of effort, a floating landmass appears in the center of the Plane. Youlon internally registers the fact that his Plane seems easy to mould to his will, and he expands the landmass, making it roughly cone-shaped. The tip of the cone tips down, and Youlon is struck with the idea that he could one day connect it to the Material Plane if there was any interesting reason to do so. Youlon meditates for a long moment, regarding his new domain and the Material Plane. He had no real objectives at this point, but one was hazily forming...
He wanted something new to do, something that could be his to play with, something that would do the unexpected...Youlon nourishes the hard grey earth that had composed the cone, the base of the cone now covered with streams, trees, and plains. Now he needed something to play with...
He creates many small forms of life, sticking to the ground. They populate the fields, plains, and forests, delightfully chattering to one another as they set up homes and nests. Youlon mentally smiles as he makes a mountain range appear in the east, and beyond the rocky cliffs, a vast ocean that ran to the edge of the base. and tumbled off. Within a few short moments of concentration, He raised the forests,plains and mountains to be above water level. Feeling tired, Youlon descends to his new creations and begins to view them...
Free Actions
Create Land
Mold Land
Divine Actions
Nourish Land(1AP)
Create Populace-Small Land Animals(2AP)
AP Left
0/3
Post by: The Willow Wisp on March 26, 2009, 07:25:59 pm
Evolve Physically(3)
No AP remaining
Post by: SombreChapaeu on March 26, 2009, 09:32:32 pm
Create populous Beyond Beings 1/3
then turning back to his/her/it's view of the "material realm." and saw things that interested it, reaching into the soil it touched the simplest of insects and made them his, made them filled with the stuff of Beyond.
Create subrace (Mutation Worms) 0/3
Post by: Grek on March 26, 2009, 10:39:32 pm
"I have an Idea!"
Rhuax summoned a few dozen giant beetles into Istamoshur, and transformed them into beetles made out of magma. Then he took two thirds of those and made them into magma beetles with scaly tails. Then he took half of the magma beetle-fish and gave them feathered wings. He nodded, for it was good. The fact that the feathers were on fire did not concern Him at all. He released them back into the wild.
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Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 26, 2009, 11:00:06 pm
He felt great.
((Evolve Physically: 0/3))
Wayock, to Rhaux
"Rhaux! This power that is within the pantheon, I elect to use it to nourish this world."
Post by: Grek on March 26, 2009, 11:06:54 pm
"More grass, than? Giant grass? Larger swarms of mice?"
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 26, 2009, 11:23:58 pm
Velik Brok, to Kryz
"What are you? Why did you harm the void so?"
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 26, 2009, 11:43:45 pm
"No, but what is there is enough, for now, but what is there needs to spread!"
Post by: Little on March 27, 2009, 12:29:45 am
Youlon ventures out, tearing himself away from observing his domain. He examines the Material Plane, and notes the other Gods seemed intent on developing it. The other Gods had done what he had done to his own realm, except they didn't have explict control over the domain. He found the idea curious, intriguing.
Youlon, to Wayock
"Hello. Who are you? Do you have a name? I found mine. Mine's Youlon."
Post by: Poltifar on March 27, 2009, 09:18:04 am
Evolve Physically, O/3 left
Post by: The Willow Wisp on March 27, 2009, 05:35:06 pm
"I am Kryz, God of Wind and Storms, and what does it matter to you if I harm The Void?"
Post by: SombreChapaeu on March 28, 2009, 01:56:16 am
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 28, 2009, 10:56:30 am
Post by: filiusenox on March 28, 2009, 11:16:01 am
((Fixed))
Post by: Poltifar on March 28, 2009, 02:09:37 pm
Titus searched his soul and found out many secrets.(Use 2 ap out of 3 to Evolve phischilly.)He then turned to molding his plane.He created a large ball of mud and rock.(Mold land use 1 out of 3 ap.) He then went back meditating.
Physically evolving requires 3 AP. Please read the rules...))
Post by: Little on March 28, 2009, 04:20:10 pm
Youlon goes back to his own Plane, dissapointed by the lack of contact. Maybe the other Gods weren't interested in him? Turning his attention back to his Land, he watches the animals play for a moment, but notices the oceans are empty. He concentrates on creating something to fill the oceans, and creates many forms of sea creatures. Watching the fish swim for a moment, he smiles and focusses on the land again. He thinks for a moment, then leaves his Plane, heading to gaze at the Material Realm. It seems like nothing had changed.
Divine Actions
Create Populace-Sea Creatures
1/3 AP Left
Post by: SombreChapaeu on March 28, 2009, 06:36:08 pm
Evolve Physically 0/3 remains
Now more able to understand this Material Plane, and draw upon more of his native energies, he stands ready, he is aware.
"I AM THE NAMELESS ONE."[/b]
Post by: Grek on March 28, 2009, 09:23:17 pm
"Wayock said that there should be growth. LET THERE BE LIGHT."
With that, Rhuax reached out through the planes and ripped open a portal between Istamoshur and Nitomushul, creating a glowing tear in the sky from which poured light and positive energy. Life flourished upon Nitomushul.
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Post by: Little on March 28, 2009, 10:15:34 pm
Youlon looks at the sea, and decides to nourish it. The sea fills with seaweed and plankton, colorful coral and magnificent reefs.
Nourish Land(1 AP)
0/3 AP Left
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 28, 2009, 10:25:23 pm
Wayock looked upon the planet, he knew that life required heat... Yet the only heat came from a large volcano. But that only covered a small area. Wayock took some of the fire, and grew it, larger and larger, bigger than the planet by fire. He took it into the void, away from the planet but not too far. There he left it, for the heat and light to come down from that big ball of fire and light up that planet. He called this big ball of far, Shur.
((I could only find Create land: so yeah.
Create Land: Shur, a sun: 2/4))
Post by: Psyco Jelly on March 28, 2009, 11:17:51 pm
He created a hundred more like it. He scattered them across the swamps, they formed small warrens, using their agility and cunning to snatch the beetles and grubs from their hiding places. They knew nothing of their progenitor, it was not time. He now considered himself the god of vermin as well.
Velik Broj, to Wayock and Rhuax
"I thank you for creating such a hospitable environment. This suits my plans well, and saves me a good deal of trouble."
Create populace: Nezumi, 2/4 AP
Gain Portfolio Element: Vermin, 0/4 AP
Post by: Little on March 28, 2009, 11:45:52 pm
Youlon gazes at his Plane, and he wants it to be more self-sufficent. Up until this point, it had been his will over the Plane allowing life to flourish and survive, but what happened if he was to vanish? Been destroyed by another God, or was imprisoned by another God? His little domain would quickly perish! There had been no air, except the air he had made, so he casted a crude atmosphere on the land, causing air to flow and rain to fall. He flew back from the Cone and Material Plane and made another crude object, a glowing Sun he named Islan. Youlon was bothered by the crudity of these developments, but Air and Fire were not his touch. None the less, the instruments would work in keeping his land alive in his absence.
Free Actions
Create Land: Sun(Islan)
Create Land: Atmosphere
Post by: Naze on March 29, 2009, 12:28:42 am
Evolve Physically (0/3)
Post by: Poltifar on March 29, 2009, 10:36:14 am
((Increase Divine Rank: 3 AP used, 1/4 left. DR is now 7))
Seeing the intelligent creations one of the other gods had made, Alether felt jealous, for he had been the first to create this 'life' entity, and now someone else was going along with it. Not wanting to be outdone, he started preparing for his own future creations. The ones who will further his own plans and visions. He gestured at the planet, causing a large mountain to climb up through the ground next to the northern plains, reaching the clouds in the skies.
((Mold land, 1 AP used, 0/4 left.))
Post by: The Willow Wisp on March 29, 2009, 10:15:09 pm
Create Populace(2): Create Birds
Create Land(2): Made Thrinok
0 of 4 AP remaining
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on March 29, 2009, 11:04:47 pm
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Mold Land: 1/4AP Left
Mold Land: 0/4AP Left
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Post by: SombreChapaeu on March 31, 2009, 12:35:41 pm
Post by: filiusenox on April 01, 2009, 06:55:45 pm
Titus trips on a random bit of void
Titus BUMPS the material plane
The plane is damaged times 30!!!
The material plane has been struck down
Post by: Psyco Jelly on April 02, 2009, 11:14:51 am
Post by: SombreChapaeu on April 03, 2009, 04:00:06 am
2/4 CREATE PORTAL
Yes, these portals would be useful, The nameless one sought dominion over the power of portals
0/4 Gain Portfolio Item: PORTALS
Post by: filiusenox on April 03, 2009, 06:45:26 pm
Post by: Naze on April 03, 2009, 08:09:35 pm
The Skaturii are the first of Garish's creations, long limbed and lanky, it's metal skin has simple flesh grafts stretched over it, the skin long since begun the effects of entropy. They are the scavengers and eyes of Garish.
Create Sub-race Skaturii Magmycota (2/4 AP)
The Skaturii Magmycota are specifically designed to represent fungi and small plants, they are micro-constructs, some being lichens and others being like plant. They crawl with small leg tentacles attached to their roots.
Create Portal - Material World (0/4 AP)
Massive gears rolled out of place, dust that seemed unnaturally old was disturbed as the great gate was opened. The skitterish Skaturii crawled out of their alcoves and nooks. They limped and slid through the gate in search of something to watch.
(Create Populace costs only 1 AP to make on my plane due to the Matrix.)
Post by: Little on April 03, 2009, 08:41:43 pm
Evolve Physically 0/3 AP
Post by: filiusenox on April 05, 2009, 10:49:14 am
Post by: Psyco Jelly on April 06, 2009, 10:55:27 am
Through this link, Velik Broj told them of the hungry void, of it's impossible need to be filled. The Nezumi learned of sacrifice, and the power the void can grant them.
Create Concept (Extraplanar Communication [Cleric, Warlock]) 3AP
Teach Populous (Extraplanar Communication) 1AP
0 AP left.
Post by: filiusenox on April 06, 2009, 11:06:31 am
Post by: The Willow Wisp on April 06, 2009, 05:47:27 pm
Create Populace(2AP): Humans
Mold Land(1AP): Forests
Mold Land(1AP): Spread Forests and Plains across the Plane.
0 AP left
Post by: Grek on April 06, 2009, 09:21:33 pm
Rhuax grew jealous of Youlon's little Islan and Wayock's great Shur. HE was the God of Fire, and HE would be the God of the Suns. He snatched them away and sealed them within Istamoshur, His Realm of Light, only letting them leave for a short portion of their orbits.
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Post by: Little on April 06, 2009, 09:55:18 pm
Youlon frowns as his little creations begin to shiver with cold and wither, so he turns part of his will to keeping his creation alive. He leaves his plane and turns to Rhuax.
"I want Islan back."
Post by: Grek on April 06, 2009, 10:36:49 pm
Istamoshur is light enough for this world. Islan is but a pale reflection of My endless Light. I am the only Sun God! MUHUHUHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Post by: Little on April 06, 2009, 10:49:24 pm
Youlon looks at Rhuax for a moment.
"But my small sun powers my own small world."
Post by: filiusenox on April 07, 2009, 08:06:39 am
Rhuax,give the Sun back to the material plane.Or your volcanos will be turned to nothing but stone and all the creatures in them will die.Because the sun keeps the planet warm enough for magma to flow.
Post by: alfie275 on April 07, 2009, 08:55:48 am
Post by: filiusenox on April 08, 2009, 06:02:09 pm
Post by: The Willow Wisp on April 08, 2009, 06:44:16 pm
Post by: Grek on April 08, 2009, 07:04:41 pm
Ha! It is the Divine Might of Rhuax that makes fires glow and magma burn!
Post by: filiusenox on April 08, 2009, 07:17:00 pm
Rhuax,give the Sun back to the material plane.Or your volcanos will be turned to nothing but stone and all the creatures in them will die.And this time it might be a threat.
Post by: Psyco Jelly on April 08, 2009, 08:32:09 pm
Post by: filiusenox on April 08, 2009, 10:22:45 pm
He travels to the plane of Rhaux and steals back Shur.He takes it to the diamond and encases Shur in it.(shift land use remaining AP.)He smiles as the seas stop being frigid.
Post by: SombreChapaeu on April 09, 2009, 12:14:32 am
Create Utility Artifact: The Birthing Maws
Powers:
Sentient
Generates 1 power point per turn.
Has a capacity of 3 power points
May use these Divine powers:
0:
Control Followers: Only it's Children, can be resisted
1:
Nourish populous: only it's children
Nourish land: only regions of the land beyond
Pestilence: Only it's creations
Beget god-ish: Creates a Paragon form of one of it's children: That Paragon is immune to it's powers ill or good.
Create Subrace
2:
Create populace: Only Monsters:
Create land: only in the land beyond
3:
Create Populace: Player races, very strange, very freaky player races
Create Concept: Creature Concepts Only.
"Evolve": Instead of gaining more pp per turn, this instead replicates create army, or create battle arifact, taking 2 uses of this to make an "artifact" to protect itself with.
Goal: Grow/Expand, have it's children prosper
Weakness:it's own paragons and gods of DR 0+ can harm it and disrupt it.
Destruction: A god of rank equal to or above that of the Unnamed one must sacrifice themselves to permanantly destroy the Birthing Maws, however doing so may also destablize the Land Beyond, possibly destroying it.
Notes: The Birthing Maws can be fed with AP (Although i'm not sure how this part would work, whether 1 point of power for the birthng maws per ap, or maybe a higher exchange rate like 3 points for 2.)
Post by: SombreChapaeu on April 09, 2009, 12:19:35 am
1/4 remains
/me then the UnNamed one reached out to these humans... and Taught them... it taught them naughty, naughty perverted things.
Teach Populace: Sexual Deivency
0/4
Post by: Little on April 09, 2009, 12:56:43 am
Youlon looks at the humans, and decides they need to be more entertaining. They needed to work of their own true accords, with a full set of feelings, desires, and wants! He teaches them the concept of greed, and also shifts several to his own Plane.
Shift Land
Teach Concept: Greed
0/4 Ap Left
Post by: Naze on April 09, 2009, 02:03:57 am
(Pestilence 3/4)
Post by: Grek on April 09, 2009, 07:55:55 pm
"I will deal with you later, imputent one! For now, I shall smite Garish's pathetic creations."
Rhuax opened a portal between his own realm and Garish's portal chamber. He sent lava through it, lots and lots of lava.
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Post by: filiusenox on April 09, 2009, 08:32:06 pm
How dare you call me imptutent,when you the one wanting a ball of heat and light!Something that you could create a hundred of in a second!This insult,this is now war!!!!Your essence will flow and be turned to stone by the might of the lord of the water!
Post by: Dragooble on April 09, 2009, 10:49:29 pm
primary domain: Mind
alignment domain: indifference
portfolio element: knowledge
symbol: a glowing eye
alignment: chaotic neutral
Divine rank: DR6
class levels: Psion 28
the void, the embodiment of mindless hunger, was now joined by something new. intelligence. weather simple lifeforms to omniscient gods knowledge was emerging. and from this collection of knowledge was born Lorian. he represented all the knowledge of these new beings. Lorian then decided to create a place that WAS knowledge. a self-aware forest between the land beyond and non-space. this forest entertained itself with every change around it. Everything from the news from Lorian of what the gods were discussing to the current air currents in its own realm. "This place shall be called Kiranatos" Lorian decided.
create plane 0/3 ap
Spoiler: Kiranatos (click to show/hide)
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on April 09, 2009, 11:13:41 pm
((Raise DR: 1/4))
Wayock looked all around, Shur was gone for the moment. Reappearing every now and again. He looked around again, the planet was thriving without the constant rays of Shur. There was relative peace, he felt that some... Something was happening between other gods, something that would be good for Wayock. But for now he needed to focus. Focus upon the one thing he loves, war. There was peace, but the whole planet was not very productive. He let all the plants and the creatures to thrive and grow, spread.
((Nourish Land: 0/4))
Post by: Naze on April 10, 2009, 03:29:18 am
Create Subrace Skaturii Rex (2/4)
Massive hulking behemoths, a hundred feet high with rending claws, their existence was for but one purpose: Protect the God of All Machines.
Raise Army: Skaturii Rex. (0/4)
With the pathetic attempts of Rhuax Garish felt that those who would seek to destroy progess should suffer a fate worse then death, an eternal imprisonment with the Skaturii Rexes, beasts made with brutal efficiency in mind.
Post by: Fortis on April 10, 2009, 07:34:20 pm
Domains: Night
Alignment domain: good
Portfolio element: Dreams
Symbol: A four pointed star with a spiral set in the center.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Divine Rank: 6
Class: Monk 20 Shadowdancer 8
Within the nothingness of the void, there existed a mind. For aeons it grew, it observed, it contemplated. It saw the creations of the other minds, and was inspired. It longed to create as the others did. For Aeons further, it pondered this idea, and put forth it’s energy. The mind chose a name for itself, an identity, a visage. From the ether of reality itself, it created a body, and Usaria, the shaper of the ether was born.
Her body was that of a woman, wispy and insubstantial. Her skin was white as the stars, and her hair as black as the night. Her eyes shown like sapphires, lacking irises or pupils. Clothed in fabric that appeared like the night sky, she beheld the void in which she was born. The void was as it was named, a void.
All about her was the nothingness of the void. A blank empty reality devoid of matter and energy. But it was more than that to Usaria. It was a canvas. It would be here in which she began her creation. Usaria stretched out her hands and called the space of the void to herself. She felt its raw potential in her hands, waiting to be shaped. She took a bit of the space, and worked it in her fingers. She stretched it, wove it, worked it, refined it. She made about herself a ring of space, glittering with tiny beacons of starlight.
She put forth her power, and she and the ring of space vanished. Parallel to the material world, the space reappeared as it’s own plane. Usaria continued to send forth her power, and the plane expanded, growing, surging, lengthening. It grew for an age, and yet for a second. She poured her wisdom, her knowledge, and her long aeons of contemplation into it. The plane grew vast and massive, large enough to house the world that Usaria envisioned. And it grew intelligent, sharing in Ursaria’s mind itself.
As the plane assumed it’s final shape, Usaria rested, idly decorating her new home with a beautiful starfield as she contemplating what she should create next.
Name: Aether
Gravity: Objective Directional Gravity. In this plane, while one is above the ground, they experience gravity normally. However, when they step off of the ground into the void, they become weightless.
Time: Timeless
Shape/Size: Self contained Torus. Anything leaving the edge of the torus will reappear at the center of the torus. One cannot go into the center and reappear at the edge, but will simply jump to the other side of the center.
Morphic: Sentient
Alignment: Good, strongly
Magic: Normal magic
Create plane: Aether
AP 0/3
Post by: The Willow Wisp on April 13, 2009, 07:00:25 pm
Teach Populous: Compassion
Teach Populous: Honor
Teach Populous: Morality
Teach Populous: Conviction
0/4 AP
Post by: The Willow Wisp on April 15, 2009, 08:10:43 am
Post by: Fortis on April 20, 2009, 11:54:29 am
Yet there were others that had no part of this strife. They simply tended to their own creations. One in particular caught her attention. Kryz, the wandering storm, who made many beautiful things on the material plane, and taught the humans virtues to counter Youlon and the Unnamed one. She desired to know more about this one.
Ursaria took a bit of the space of Aether, and began shaping it. She molded it into a body like hers, wispy, transparent, and clothed in a silken cloth, which glittered like a clear night sky. She had they body of a young woman, with white eyes and black hair. Ursaria blessed the body with a mind like her own, and graced it with life. “Awaken, my herald, my child,” Ursaria said, and the herald awoke.
----
While Kryz rested, the herald of Usaria came to him in a dream, gracefully appearing before his mind’s eye. “Greetings Kryz, the wandering storm. My mistress sends her regards,” The herald said respectfully. “We have seen the actions of other gods. Some act out of greed or vengeance, and others act to corrupt the creations of others. And we have seen your acts, the beautiful things created upon the material realm, and the good virtues you have taught the creations. Ursaria, the Shaper of Ether wishes to meet you. Though her creation is yet newly started, and she has only manifested herself recently, she wishes to support you in your endeavors.”
Create Herald
AP 0/3
Post by: Psyco Jelly on April 21, 2009, 12:22:19 pm
Velik Broj, to the Nezumi
"Now that I have granted you the power to sacrifice, the void must be fed. First, build me a temple, deep in the forest, and give me five of the humans."
The Nezumi Clerics did as they were told, and built a temple from stone and wood. It had five pillars, holding a roof, and no walls. Near each pillar was a stone table, creased so that blood may flow onto the wood floor, forever staining it.
Knowing of the humans' vice of greed, the Nezumi lured them to the temple, with promises of decorated giant beetle shells. The humans were caught, and tied to the tables with ropes woven of reed. They were pierced by sharpened branches repeatedly, the blood was drained, and the bloodless corpses were pulled into the void.
The place became known as the Unhallow, and the Nezumi sacrificed there on important days.
Guide Populace: (2/4 AP) Build sacrificial altar.
The souls of the men were drained of substance, they became hollow. The void filled the husk, and a new race was born. It was humanoid in shape, with skin that was black, and the blood was wisps of black smoke. The eyes were coals in their sockets, and they were completely hairless. They were bony and tall.
Three kinds of the creature were made, one that dwelt in the Hungry Void, consuming the souls of mortals, creating more of it's kind. These were called Alver Renders. The second would carry souls from the material plane to the Renders. They could move freely between the hungry void and the material plane. These were called Alver Couriers. The third lived in the material plane, and was present at Nezumi sacrifices. It guided the others to it, and would tear souls from human bodies. these were called Alver Watchers.
The Alver were born, and the Nezumi worshipped them.
Create Populace (0/4 AP) The Alver.
Post by: Grek on April 21, 2009, 08:23:52 pm
"Wayock, this fool Garish seeks to unmake what we have made, and kill our crops before the time of the harvest. Let us appoint a few mortals to watch for the Skaturii and to campaign against invaders from the outer planes."
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Post by: filiusenox on April 21, 2009, 08:32:31 pm
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on April 21, 2009, 08:33:06 pm
Wayock, in Nitomushul, to Rhaux
"Aye. I agree with this, I put forward my power."
Post by: Fortis on April 21, 2009, 10:02:12 pm
Matter came into being.
Through the vastness of Aether, there was the glittering like billions and billions of stars. All around the great ring of Aether, crystals came into being. Some were vast, forming great mountains and towering peaks. Many were tiny, miniscule like grains of clear sand, and formed stretches of pure white plains and dunes. All around the center of Aether, the glittering circle formed, surpassing the material world in size, shape, breath, and mass. The faint starlight reflected off it. Eos, the land of Aether was made.
But her creation would need light and warmth. The light of Rhaux and Istamoshur would be far too bright and harsh for her plans, so she made her own. She took one of the large crystal mountains and uprooted it from the land. Ursaria held this crystal high, and collected the gentle light of the stars within it. Soon, it glowed with energies of it’s own, shining with a graceful light and a nourishing warmth. She shaped the crystal with her hands, making it into a perfect sphere. She set this sphere at the very center of Aether, letting it’s soft light grace all of Eos. Selene, the light of Aether was made.
2 AP Create land: Eos, land of Aether
1 AP Mold land: Selene, light of Aether
AP remaining: 0/3
Post by: The Willow Wisp on April 21, 2009, 10:04:05 pm
Zynlon, Plane of Air and Storms
- Infinite
- Sentient
- Timeless
- Strongly Good Aligned
- Air-Dominant
- Subjective Directional Gravity
- Normal Magic
Kryz then took notice of the Herald of Usaria. Deciding to accept the offer to meet with Usaria, Kryz created a herald of his own. This herald took the form of a hawk whose wings were cloaked in gusting and twisting winds, and whose talons and beak occasionaly released a jolt of lightning or two. He then sent it to Usaria in Aether to accept her offer. The herald entered the plane in a crack of thunder and made its way to Usaria. "Greetings Lady Usaria," the hawk said with a bow of the head, "My master, Kryz, has agreed to meet with you any time you see fit. Just give me the location and I will relay it to him. He would also like for me to comment that it is nice to find another god who cares for things other than corruption, greed, or evil." and then the hawk just waited, patiently, for Usaria's response.
Create Herald
1/4 AP
Post by: Fortis on April 21, 2009, 10:44:30 pm
“Thank you good Hawk of Kryz. Let your master know that he is welcome to Aether and to walk the land of Eos at any time he chooses. I will be here, shaping my creation. Give this token to him, so that Aether may recognize him.” Ursaria said. She stooped and plucked up a crystal from the ground. With her hands, she shaped it into a four pointed star. The center of the crystal glowed with a soft starlight collected from Selene. Ursaria gave this crystal to the hawk, and let it fly through the still air of Aether back to his master.
Post by: Naze on April 21, 2009, 11:52:36 pm
The Skaturii marched through the lava that covered Garish's skin, the smaller plant Skaturii being completely covered, the larger Skaturii wading ankle deep in the lava. They marched to the great metal gate into the breach, the every grinding of metal on metal and the scrap of claws a screaming testament to Garish's magnificence.
Create Subrace: Skaturii Carnifexia (3/4 AP Left)
Greater then even the largest Skaturii Rex the Carnifexia are massive beasts, each a unique beast hand made by Garish to serve as his protectorates, these beasts stepped in the pooling lava as if it were nothing, barely a fingers width deep compared to their massive claws.
Spoiler: Create Plane: The Breach (0/4 AP Left) (click to show/hide)
Post by: Psyco Jelly on April 22, 2009, 12:16:40 pm
"Garish, you plan to invade the material plane. What is it that you seek?"
Post by: Naze on April 22, 2009, 03:51:02 pm
The wealth of their lands, and I seek to guide them to the immortal unlife....
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on April 22, 2009, 06:54:15 pm
Wayock got his sword and wielded it in one hand, he then struck at the base of his finger, striking it from his hand. It fell and hit the ground, it bounced once then stopped, unmoving. He did it again, and again, and again. On the ground of Istamoshur was the four fingers of Wayock. Wayock looked down upon his hands, and as soon as his fingers fell, more regenerated.
Wayock looked down again and his fingers were gathering larger, soon they sprouted appendages. Then, they got up. These creatures were eight foot tall and massive. Muscles covered every inch of their body. These creatures had six arms, they walked on two legs. There were four creatures, two male, two female. He gathered them and settled them in a prairie. He shall name them the Ger.
Create Populace: Ger 1/5 AP left
Post by: Grek on April 22, 2009, 09:17:27 pm
"Mortals! The Evil God Garish masses His Skaturii legions in darkness, planning to invade this world. I have sealed the portal with magma and flames, but he shall soon find a way around it. Who shall fight against them when the time comes? Who will be the Defenders of Nitomushul?"
A few stepped forwards to become the first of the human druids and rangers. Most were afraid, and stayed behind.
Rhuax, to Velik Broj and Wayock
"Will your the Nezumi learn these skills that we teach to humanity? And your Ger, Wayock? Will them take up the sickle and the bow?"
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Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on April 22, 2009, 09:28:14 pm
Wayock grinned.
"Aye. They will. They will also be so much more."
By now the Ger thrived, dominated combat. He took some of the smaller, faster Ger. The stealthy and the downtrodden. He gathered them, and he moved them from the greater populace. Few missed them, but what they didn't know was that they were to be some of the first to do Wayocks direct bidding.
He moved them to another place, far from the light of civilised people. Where the headquarters of the druids and the rangers was, the defenders of Nature, defenders of all against the threat that is coming. Regardless of their being. They thrived to, they got smaller, faster and stealthier. They could drift through the forests without being seen. Some became druids, attuning to nature and controlling to their will. They were not the Ger.
But the Gar.
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Post by: Naze on April 22, 2009, 11:58:42 pm
Mechanical eyes blinked open, scanning the area, the vast hunched shape of the Skaturii Carnifexia Magistratia trampled across the Breach. Smaller Skaturii swarmed under it's feet for a chance to touch it's immaculate body only to suffer a horrifying fate as the lumbering beast yielded not. It reached the edge of the plane and looked out onto the distant planes on the horizon....The Breach was growing, a transport for his lord's glorious plan.
Post by: SombreChapaeu on April 23, 2009, 12:55:27 pm
!EVOLVE!
1/4 Remains
Then with new found strength he sent a wave of madness/truth/deliciousness. through the portal
Pestilence on the Nezumi: INSANITY MODE!
0/4 remain
Post by: filiusenox on April 24, 2009, 05:46:43 pm
I would raise the Rolsolyl and Zemituleumo but they are underdevolped and i am weak right now...
Post by: filiusenox on April 26, 2009, 05:38:16 pm
this is a fake post.
Titus trips and Bumps into the sea
The sea flies into the land.
the sea explodes in gore.
the sea has been struck down
Post by: Dragooble on April 26, 2009, 09:04:12 pm
in kiranatos the vast amount of knowledge and memories stored by the trees was so dense it took a physical form. translucent wisps of air that floated among the trees. these were the mind wisps.
Create populace, mind wisps, 1/3 pp.
Post by: Grek on April 27, 2009, 02:49:19 am
"And lo, the tree spirits were set on fire!"
Create subrace: Flaming mind wisps.
Post by: Fortis on April 28, 2009, 12:54:46 pm
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Sorry, you get AP on monday, even if I don't post.Since Psycho Jelly is absent, I award AP in his stead, according to what he stated in the OOC topic.)))
Ursaria walked the land of Eos. Her creation was beautiful, but it was still lifeless. It was not good for her creations to be the only life on the world she made. She picked up a handful of the crystalline sand, and held them up to the light of Selene. Each one absorbed the soft light, and glowed on it’s own. Selene scattered the glowing sand over the plains of Eos. Where each grain of sand fell, it became a seed. Each seed sprouted, becoming majestic trees with silvery bark and crystalline leaves. Massive forests grew over the stretches of the plains of Eos, thriving off the gentle light of Selene. This would be a good home for her creations.
Ursaria longed to bring life to her dream, but she waited. She needed to speak with Kryz first. In the other plains, she heard the echoes of the rumbling of coming war. This world was still young, and already this threat was hanging over it.
Mold land: Forests of Eos 1 AP
AP 2/3
Post by: Dragooble on April 28, 2009, 05:59:52 pm
the mind wisps had aquired enough knowledge to know not to accidently set their home on fire. Lorian taught them to make the best of their situation by teaching them how to manipulate the flames to their will.
(teach populous 1 ap 2/3 ap)
Post by: filiusenox on April 28, 2009, 06:31:48 pm
Titus then created a ball of earth(roughly the size of 8 suns of ours) the shape of a globe in his plane.He then rested on the undevolped land.(use rest of ap to create land.)
Post by: Grek on April 28, 2009, 07:01:26 pm
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Post by: Naze on April 28, 2009, 09:20:49 pm
Spoiler: Create Populace (0/4 AP left) (click to show/hide)
Post by: SombreChapaeu on April 29, 2009, 12:14:08 am
CREATE PORTAL
the void -> the Land Beyond
Create portal
Garish -> the heart of one of the suns in existance, randomly moving each use.
Pestilence: Dragon Engines gain random deficent mutations.
Laughing in the center of the land beyond as hordes of unformed/formed/born/made children drifted/flew/crawled around him and their "mother"
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on April 30, 2009, 12:17:03 am
What to do? What to do?
Post by: Psyco Jelly on April 30, 2009, 12:21:43 am
"Ah, Wayock. I recognize you as the grand patriarch of war. War and entropy are quite similar, if analyzed. Perhaps a pact could be formed... The bodies of those lost in war could be used to feed my Nezumi, both literally and figuratively."
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on April 30, 2009, 12:28:39 am
"Well.
I agree, that will be well. HOWEVER
The heroic and the brave, the powerful and the hopeful. All those that are worthy of me, the God of War, will be sent, as the dead, to my plane where they will battle each other during they day, and be resurrected each night to participate in a great feast, telling tales of battles long past finished. All other who died through battle shall go to feed Nezumi.
Deal?"
Post by: Psyco Jelly on April 30, 2009, 01:18:54 am
Post by: Grek on April 30, 2009, 09:14:45 pm
"I would like my fair share. Let those who you do not take be cremated. I care not for their souls, merely that there be flames."
Post by: Psyco Jelly on April 30, 2009, 10:30:46 pm
"So, I get half the bodies and all the souls of those who do not die heroically, Rhuax gets all bodies of those who die honorably, as well as half those who don't, and Wayock gets the souls of those who die honorably?"
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on May 01, 2009, 12:06:18 am
"I get both the bodies and the souls of those that are chosen by me. Those deaths are not necessarily honorable, however having died in battle is necessary. Velik Broj gets half the bodies and all the souls of those that are not chosen by me and Rhuax gets half of the bodies who are not chosen by me.
I want first choice for bodies since the soul and the body of the person is particular to what I need. I presume for you two, that does not matter."
Post by: Psyco Jelly on May 01, 2009, 12:21:23 am
"It does not, however, it may at a later date. Such things will be decided when they come to pass. Perhaps we should for a pantheon, concerning the deaths of mortals."
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on May 01, 2009, 12:42:17 am
Would it succeed in what it wants to achieve?
What does it want to achieve?
"This Pantheon. Say we did do it. What is its goal?"
Post by: Psyco Jelly on May 01, 2009, 10:57:59 am
Post by: Fortis on May 01, 2009, 11:22:19 am
“Awake my children, blessed ones. I give the land of Eos to you. Live in it, use it, care for it, cherish it.” Usaria said.
Create Populace: Aether Elves
AP 0/3
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The herald of Ursaria appeared to Rhuax, Wyock, and Velik Broj.
“Grettings mighty ones, Rhuax, king of magma, Wyock, god of war, and Velik Broj, the thousand. My creator has been listening from afar, and what she hears disturbs her. You three propose to give the souls of the fallen a choice between suffering eternal battle or consumption by Velik Broj’s fell beasts. Ursaria cannot allow this. Let those who desire war and battle go to Wyock, and those who are evil and desire strife go to Velik Broj. But let the souls of those who try to do good and desire peace come to Ursaria, and they will have the peace they desire in Aether. Rhuax may have the bodies for Ursaria will make new ones for the souls when they come.”
Post by: The Willow Wisp on May 01, 2009, 12:44:51 pm
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Kryz then turned his attention to the matter of the souls of the dead. Kryz saw sense in what Usaria had proposed but also saw the possibility of conflict over which plan would be used. So Kryz sent his herald to each of the gods to deliver a message. The Hawk would appear before each god and recite his message before moving onto the next god to repeat his message once again. Each time he said the following," My master, Kryz, wishes to solve the despute over the souls of the dead in a peaceful manner. Kryz proposes that each god vote on what to do. The vote shall be between Usaria's plan and the plan of Velik Broj, Rhuax, and Wayock. All gods may vote and the plan with the most votes at the end will be the one to be used. Agreed?"
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Kryz then appeared on Aether to talk with Usaria. Kryz appeared in a crash of thunder and approached Usaria. "Lady Usaria, I beleive that we should form and alliance to defend all that is good on any and all planes. I will begin a pantheon. I invite you to join and together, along with any future members, we will defend the forces of good."
Summary:
Create Polulace(2/4 AP): Storm-kin
Create Pantheon(0/4 AP): Began a Pantheon.
Post by: Psyco Jelly on May 01, 2009, 01:42:04 pm
"Your proposition is somewhat flawed. None desire strife, so none would come to me. My Nezumi and Aver alone determine the fate of the souls they capture. It would be unfair to them. My Nezumi are creatures of the swamp, their souls return to the fetid water and insects that they so thrive in. But I do realize that their bodies are fragile, and they have not the ingenuity of the humans nor the sheer power of the Skaturii, so I shall give them a new gift.
They will prowl the swamps unseen, striking their enemies before they can respond."
Create Concept(Rogues and Ninjas) AP: 1/4 remaining.
"Those who will take up this role shall blend into the shadows where Rhuax's fire does not light. They shall be black in fur and heart alike."
Create Subrace(Blackfur Nezumi) AP: 0/4 remaining.
Post by: filiusenox on May 01, 2009, 04:04:53 pm
I wish for my fair share of mortals that die honorably at sea.They shall feast on fish and be merry after their deaths.
Post by: Fortis on May 01, 2009, 04:52:19 pm
“Good Kryz, though we our of different kinds, you are a god of chaos, and I one of calm, it is clear we are alike in mind,” Usaria said. “For I had wished to propose a similar alliance myself. I will gladly join your pantheon when I can. Already, the creations are threatened, for the Thousand seeks to send the souls of those who die to feed his foul creatures. I, through my herald, strive to save those souls of good men and women from such a fate.“
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The herald of Usaria to the gods discussing the fate of the souls.
“Do none desire strife? Yet strife is caused through the greed of some. Let them be judged by their actions and their thoughts while they live, then. Those souls who are good do not deserve to be devoured by your creatures, Velik Broj. Nor will Usaria let death in war be their only escape from such a fate. “
Post by: filiusenox on May 01, 2009, 05:50:43 pm
You are wise are you not?
You are powerful are you not?
Can you bestow the energy of arcana upoun me?
I will sacrafice my left eye and hand for the wisdom of the arcana that you posess.
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on May 01, 2009, 07:25:53 pm
"All that die in battle, be they honorable or not, whether they want to battle forever or not, be they die in battle a sea, or on the land, or in the sky. They will be judged by me. Their honor and their want for battle will be taken into consideration. I will take their bodies and their souls to live with me until...
I will take them with the permission of the other gods.
Or without.
The rest, you can fight over."
Wayock was against the idea of 'let the mortals have what they want.'
Mortals don't know what they want.
Wayock left them, to ponder over his words. He went to his realm, a beautiful land rolling plains and high mountains. Frozen tundras and vast oceans. There was none around. Animal or sentient.
There he created a host of women, they rode pure white horses that could fly through the air. The women were human, but they had an air of the supernatural. They were to become to servants of Wayock, to bring and serve the dead that Wayock would choose. Wayock would have let them roam to any battle raging right now to choose, if there was any. He didn't, as it wasn't ready.
Create Populace - Valkryie - 3AP left
Wayock went back to the material realm. He drifted far above the land of Nitomushal. There he went outside reality, and created...
Asgard
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
))Asgard was situated above Nitomushal, floating through space. However it could not be seen, by mortals or gods. Only those Wayock chose to bestow the vision of Asgard to. It could only be accessed by a bridge from a certain point on Nitomushal, a certain mountain. It can only be seen by standing upon that mountain, and looking upon where the bridge, and thus, Asgard is. Only Wayock knows where this is. Wayock it self is a land of plains and mountains. If you go to the edge, you would see a great expanse of mist spreading out, all that they eye can see. On some, clear days if you look closely into the mist you can spy gaps, in those gaps it is said you can see the world of Nitomushal spiraling around in its orbit below. If you were to fall off Asgard you would hit the ground at the front of Valhalla.
Upon the expanse of is the great hall, of Valhalla. Valhalla has spear shafts for rafters and its roof is thatched with shields. The benches are covered in mail. Valhalla has five hundred and forty doors, from which eight hundred men can come out at once. The food and drink that is consumed in Valhalla is infinite. Valhalla can house an innumerable amount of people, yet remain quite roomy.
The bridge that led to Asgard first came to a great gate, once this was open inside was a great courtyard. After that was the great, golden hall of Valhalla. Wayock then moved the Valkyrie to live there. For their time was nearing.
Of course no other god knew this - all they knew and saw was Wayock disappearing... And the sensation of something that was out there, unseen. But what was that something?
((The Plane isn't that hard to get into, it's only hard to find.))
Post by: filiusenox on May 01, 2009, 08:24:25 pm
You can not control the essence of water that are in my people,if they die in battle there essence returns to a heaven i have planned.So do not try and steal the souls of my people!
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on May 01, 2009, 09:33:33 pm
"You are a fool. They will be collected before their soul is released, their essence has nothing to do with it. Their physical body will be carried away, with the soul inside to where I plan to take them. Those that I choose will not have a choice."
(( Didn't see this. ))
Wayock, to Usaria.
"Do you really think that I would let someone, who doesn't want to be there, be in the shield wall of the fallen? One gap can cause a slaughter of all.
New proposal:
Those that die in battle are judged by me for entrance to my palace.
Of the rest half of the souls and bodies go to Velik to feast upon, half of the bodies go to Rhuax and half go to Usaria. Unless anyone else has an excellent claim to some souls or some bodies let them speak up now. If any challenges this proposal speak up now."
Post by: Psyco Jelly on May 01, 2009, 09:53:15 pm
"There is a siege on the material plane by Garish in the works. A conflict between gods would surely expend our resources and leave us vulnerable. We should decide after we reach less turbulent times. Raise your armies. I think that diplomacy may have reached an end... Wait! Garish may simply be distracting us... Inaction could be dangerous. What I say holds. Prepare yourselves."
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on May 01, 2009, 10:05:21 pm
Wayock, to all.
"I will..... I will not be participating actively in this war. Ask me when you wish to raise the Gar."
What he didn't say was, while this war was on the souls will be judged. Hopefully some would be worthy.
Somehow Wayock doubted it.
Post by: Grek on May 01, 2009, 11:05:51 pm
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on May 01, 2009, 11:15:03 pm
Post by: filiusenox on May 02, 2009, 04:50:48 pm
I agree.
Post by: Luke_Prowler on May 03, 2009, 08:09:33 pm
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Unnoticed by the others, who seemed too busy squabling amongst each other, Aaron looked onto the material world, and watched the humans, cowering in their life.
Aaron the Holy, to no one in particular
"In the on comming tides, They must learn to stand againt it"
Teach Populous - Heroism - AP 2/3
With his first act done, he took a few chosen, graced them his will, to become protecter of all this is good and whole in their world, and they knew that their cause was just.
Create Organization - Paladin - AP 0/3
Post by: Psyco Jelly on May 04, 2009, 02:12:08 pm
Behind Kekotur was an Alver Courier, and five Alver Watchers stood over the tables. They held the humans' eyes open, to watch the whole spectacle. A blackfur with a blade made of beetle chitin stood sinister to the humans, showing the blood-caked blades and all of the serrations that lined it.
Suddenly, Kekotur raised his voice. "We sacrifice these humans so the swamp can feed on their blood, we can feed on their corpses, and the void can feed on their souls. May Velik Broj bestow upon us the honor of another year of safety, and another brood of children."
The Blackfur sliced lengthwise down the chest and abdomen of the humans, careful not to cut too deep. The humans screamed in pain, and tried to tear their eyes away, but the Alver held them, forcing them to watch their blood trickle down into the blood-stained floor. The smell of unwashed fur and detritus from the swamp filled the air. The blackfur then sawed off their limbs, applying salves from the swamp vegetation so they wouldn't bleed out. The weakest of the humans fell unconscious after the first arm was removed, and was decapitated. The toughest was reduced to a mewling stump, and then decapitated.
All the Nezumi present feasted on the five humans, and were thankful for the meal.
((In case anyone cares, Nezumi age about 200% faster than humans, so they die around age 25-30. The oldest usually lead them spiritually.))
Post by: Fortis on May 04, 2009, 02:18:49 pm
Usaria looked upon her creations, walking among the Aether elves in the forests of Eos. Her creations were beautiful, And Usaria thought what next she could make for them. She reached out, grasping a bit of the ether of reality to shape it. Her delicate fingers prodded it and molded it. Compared to when she first began shaping it. It seemed so simple now, her experience making it easier to remake it into whatever she pleased. She marveled at her improved skill, idly shaping the ether into various shapes and forms and practicing her shaping.
Evolve physically: 3 AP
AP: 0/3
Post by: Psyco Jelly on May 04, 2009, 05:55:24 pm
As the souls were consumed, Velik Broj grew more powerful. It realised that the Nezumi and Alver were extensions of his power. This could be harnessed, and the void's hunger became more tangible. It was just like The Thousand's hunger.
"We are The Thousand!
I am the Void!"
Evolve Physically: 1/4 AP Remaining
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on May 04, 2009, 07:13:31 pm
It was an interesting thought.
((Raise Divine Rank: 2/5 AP left. DR is now 8.))
Post by: Naze on May 05, 2009, 12:16:09 pm
Pestilence: Aether Elves (4/5 AP left)
Raise Army: Skaturii Dominus (2/5 AP left)
Raise Army: Skaturii Dominus (0/5 AP left)
Post by: filiusenox on May 05, 2009, 05:05:46 pm
He then turns his attentions back to his world...he creates deep gouges in the land some shallow some deep,some wide some narrow.He molded the land so that only a few large islands remained.(Mold land 2 out of four ap used total)
He then took a little bit of essence from the sun that warmed the material plane and placed it close to his home.(Shift land use rest of ap.)
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on May 06, 2009, 12:32:21 am
"Oh Jaur. You are one of the last, you are my most devout. For that I reward you with whatever you wish."
"S...S.. Sir? You're really there! I wish only that you would show yourself to me, show yourself to the rest of the people."
"Oh Jaur. I wish I could, but you see. I do not have a physical body in the Material Plane. However, I wish a herald. A devout mortal who will obey my every whim. Jaur, I am asking you. Will you be my herald?"
"Wayock. I will do whatever you wish."
"I am gifting you with teachings. Teachings that will advance you and your people, that will see them be worthy of me. Go out and teach them Jaur, for after you will be by my side."
Wayock flowed the essence of the learnings he wished into Jaur, since then Jaur knew how to do that. Jaur would go and teach his people of the things he had learned, eventually it will spread to all people. Causing strife and war throught the land. It will also, eventually, arm them for the coming darkness. For now Jaur travelled throughtout the land, teaching mortals of both the learnings and of Wayock.
Spoiler: Actions (click to show/hide)
Post by: Luke_Prowler on May 06, 2009, 10:59:26 am
Evolve Physically - 0/3 AP left
Post by: Fortis on May 06, 2009, 06:13:16 pm
Fortunately, their suffering was short, for another god intervened. Titus came to Aether, and bestowed a blessing upon the elves. Garish’s evil influence was stunted and diminished, and soon forgotten altogether. The elves rejoiced, and Aether rejoiced with them. The lands shifted, a portion of the plains sunk and filled with pure water. A freshwater sea was formed, a tribute to the Imperial Wave. A river flowed from this sea, forming a majestic waterfall when it reached the end of Eos. But Aether did not wish to waste any of the water, and altered itself to save it. Any water that fell from the edge of Eos and to the bottom of the plane was returned to the top, letting it fall back into the sea from whence it came.
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Grateful for the kindness shown by Titus to her creation, Usaria came to him in person, rather than send her herald. “Powerful Titus, master of the seas. Thank you for the merciful blessing you gave to my people, and ridding them of Garish’s curse. I am in your debt.”
“Titus, though Garish’s curse has been lifted from the Aether elves, I fear more strife will come. Armies of beasts and monsters are forming, and a storm is brewing. I fear it will soon break upon the lands. Garish is mighty, and each of us alone would be hard pressed to stop him. But Kryz, the Wandering Storm, has created a pantheon to protect that which is good in the planes. I have pledged my support to this pantheon, and will join as soon as I can. I invite you to join as well, so we can present a united front to those gods who seek to corrupt and consume all.”
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When Aaron the Holy slept, the herald of Usaria comes to him in a dream.
“Good Aaron, Holy one. My mistress Usaria sends her greetings. She has seen your actions upon the mortal plane, your creation of the order of the Paladins. She sees that you seek to defend the good in these worlds. Usaria desired for you to know that you are not alone in your endeavors. Kryz, the Wandering Storm, has created a pantheon for the purpose of defending what is good in these plains. I have pledged my support to this pantheon, and will join as soon as I may. I invite you to join as well, for Usaria has foreseen coming strife. Armies of beasts are being formed, and soon will be released upon the world.”
Shape land: Sea of Tribute
Action done by sentient plane.
AP 0/3
Post by: Psyco Jelly on May 07, 2009, 12:53:01 am
The former hunted the latter. Thus were born the deep elves.
Create Subrace(Deep Elves) 0/5 AP Remaining.
Velik Broj, to no one in particular.
"These will prove to be useful vessels with which to tempt humans. They have grown wary of the Nezumi."
Post by: Grek on May 07, 2009, 01:05:37 am
"Garish! Enough of this silly fighting. I have better things to do. I have to smite that imputent Titus, rout the upstart Aaron and reclaim the suns which ought belong to me. I am the Sun God, and I shall allow your armies free passage through my plane. What I ask of you in exchange is your assistance in crushing Titus and all others who would take from me my rightful place as Lord of Light. I will give your Skaturii great power and add my own minions to our campaigns. What say you?"
Post by: Psyco Jelly on May 07, 2009, 01:13:06 am
"You are the god of light? That is something which I shun. Darkness is where I thrive, and light can burn away darkness. Fire is not subtle in any way. However... Light and fire have their place. What influence do you have over those who do not know the light of day, who dwell in darkness... Or storm clouds that block the sun, and substitute it's light for pathetic streaks of electricity.
It is in your interest to combat Kryz, for he blasphemes the sun."
Post by: Poltifar on May 07, 2009, 01:45:29 am
Alether suddenly awoke. The time was almost right for him to begin. Looking through to the other nearby planes and the material world, he saw many gods, new and old. They were actively creating this 'life' on the world. These gods might think that their little pet creatures were all theirs to toy with, but Alether wouldn't let them have all the fun, now would he? His long sleep had increased his power even more, enough to start his experiments. All he needed now was a base of operation.
The Lord of Magic solidified the powerful arcane currents of his plane into a huge floating island, with a tower of infinite hight in its center. There, he wrote down all his plans, decisions, knowledge, and research in large tomes and manuscripts, storing them in the tower, and preparing to enact them. Because of that, the tower would be known as the Truelore Library, were most knowledge of the multiverse would be eventually gathered and stored.
Evolve Physically (3 AP)
Create Land: The Truelore Library, an infinite tower on a huge floating island (No AP, since the Realm of Magic is divinely morphic for Alether)
1 AP left
Post by: filiusenox on May 08, 2009, 07:48:40 pm
You are wise are you not?
You are powerful are you not?
Can you bestow the energy of arcana upoun me?
I will sacrafice my left eye and hand for a fraction of the wisdom of the arcana that you posess.
((I hate reapeating myself))
Post by: Poltifar on May 09, 2009, 07:00:14 am
Upon hearing Titus's message, Alether dismissed the herald to be able to think by himself. It was time for him to share some of his knowledge with the creatures of the material world, but was it wise to share the full brunt of it with the other gods? Even a small part of this knowledge once given to any of the other powerful beings could cause him great trouble and frustration. But not sharing his knowledge at all would mean it never gets used to thrive and develop. As such, Alether knew he would have to take the middle way.
Alether, sending heralds to all other gods
The heralds sent to all gods were beings of pure energy, shaped like a serpent with a fierce lizard's head. The serpents spoke:
"Alether, the Supreme Arcanist, the Lord of All that is Magic, Arcane, and Eldritch, has decided that access to the powers of the Primal Eldritch Realm shall soon be given. But it shall not be granted to the Gods themselves, but instead to the mortals of the material plane, to be fought over and used by the strongest and wisest of them. As such, his Gift is even now on its way to the world, were its arrival might cause great chaos and panic among the living. So now, dear fellow gods, Alether leaves it to you to take care of your current wars, and the wars soon to be fought over this power. Farewell."
Even as the heralds spread their message, a new burning spot could be observed in the planet's sky, at day and at night, growing brighter every passing day...
It was a meteor, a tenth the size of the planet, blazing its way through the empty void towards the unsuspecting mortal's land...
Mold Land: Meteor (1 AP) from the nearby suns
0 AP Left
Post by: Grek on May 09, 2009, 05:16:15 pm
Gain Portfolio Element: Suns 2/4 PP left
Post by: The Willow Wisp on May 10, 2009, 06:24:37 pm
"You have been given a unique gift, my children," he ushered," You can control and manipulate the forces of lightning. You shall henceforth be known as Boltlings. While very similar to the Storm-kin you are different in many ways. As you evolve your bodies will become slim and sinewy, your speed will be almost double that of the average human and you still control the power of the winds."
Kryz then left them to practice and perfect their new powers.
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Kryz also took note of Usaria's recruiting. He sent his herald to Usaria to deliver a message. "Lady Usaria," the Hawk began," Kryz has seen that you are recruiting others to join the pantheon. My master is pleased with your work and wishes to thank you for doing this. He would greatly enjoy for the pantheon to grow and is looking forward to the possibility of others joining the cause."
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Kryz saw that the gods were slowly trying to further their own agenda. Kryz decided that, instead of bickering with them, he would sit and meditate. He focused on himself and how he could improve.
Create Subrace (3/4 AP): Boltlings
Raise Divine Rank (0/4 AP) (DR is now 7)
Post by: Grek on May 10, 2009, 09:53:12 pm
At the same time, his herald, in the Burning Palace.
"I, Rhuax, Lord of Flames and Magma, proclaim myself God of the Suns of all planes. I shall claim what is mine and slay all who try to stop me."
Gain dominion: Sun
Post by: Fortis on May 11, 2009, 02:34:35 pm
“Aether, a crime was committed against my creations,” Usaria said to the plane. “The god known as Garish had afflicted them with a curse of pain. Though it was lifted by Titus, I fear that Garish will try again. He and his machinations are to be barred from here.” Aether did not respond in words, but in action. A faint, but powerful shimmering barrier appeared around Eos. The barrier expanded to encompass the entirety of Aether.
With Aether protected from Garish, Usaria turned her mind to the herald of Kryz. “Thank you, herald of Kryz. His pantheon, I believe, is the best hope we have for defending the good in these planes. Go, and return to your master now. Let him know that I now join his pantheon, and that he has my support in his endeavors.”
Lock plane: Aether. Garish may not enter. 2 AP
Join Pantheon. 1 AP
1/4 AP
Post by: filiusenox on May 11, 2009, 05:44:41 pm
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He paused He then sent a herald to Usaria in the form of a Roylsoyl with this message,"Usaria,I will join your pantheon,but may i ask for a gift? If you can may you give me a seedling of one of your great crystal trees so that i may light this world,with a light that will shine in the darkness."
Post by: Fortis on May 11, 2009, 06:46:35 pm
“Good Titus, Usaria gladly offers you the seed you desire, in return for your aid to her creations. But remember, it’s light is not strong. It is a gentle light, not powerful like that of Rhuax. Use it well.”
“Usaria and I look forward to seeing you in the pantheon, Titus. Farewell.”
When Titus awoke, there before him was a small crystal box, containing a single silvery nut. One of the seeds from the great trees of the forests of Eos. The silvery nut glowed softly with the light of Aether's stars.
Post by: Luke_Prowler on May 11, 2009, 08:07:52 pm
The herald of Aaron the holy, to Krys, The Wandering Storm
"My master, Aaron the holy, would like extend his greetings to you, and is willing to join your pantheon"
Join Pantheon [3/4 AP left]
As Aaron heard Alether's plan, he did what he figured was best. He quickly smite the messenger, then moved to the material world. he could not let it decend into anarchy and darkness. He dove his hand into the land, and pulled with all his strangth, a huge chunk taken out of it. with some quick calculations, he placed the island to intercept the meteor. he knew that it could not stop the entire thing, but it would atleast take the blunt of it.
Move land [2/4 AP left]
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on May 11, 2009, 08:07:58 pm
From outside the teachings of his herald made many, many people cried out to Wayock in reverence, thanking him for the minerals that he let them obtain. Wayock was not a dominant god, but he was widespread.
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Post by: Psyco Jelly on May 11, 2009, 09:22:10 pm
Create Populace(Predatory Beasts) 3/5 AP Remaining
Velik Broj, to the Deep Elves
"My Elves, learn from these beasts, capture them. Prove your mastery over nature, your right! Too long had you ancestors suffered in the mind-dulling peace of the Aether! Improve yourself, prove yourself! You shall be the masters of this world! Bring me you greatest Warrior!
Teach Populous(Bestial Ways): 2/5 AP Remaining
Post by: Poltifar on May 12, 2009, 08:41:46 am
Alether grinned as he looked down unto the material world from his comfy chair. He now had a better idea of who was going to oppose him. Aaron, self-proclaimed God of Light, had through his actions proven counter-productive in Alether's plans. No matter. He had expected resistance, and that would only make things more... Shall we say, interesting...
But for now, the floating island was a problem between the World and the Gift it was to receive. As such, he had it shift and morph, turning it into a new sphere, which he sent spinning around the planet. As such, the world now had a second rocky orbitting body next to Lu-Nakem. Alether left that second creation nameless for now.
And so the meteor continued on its way unhindered, finally reaching the planet. And thus it impacted it, sending millions upon millions of tons of molten rock and burning ash into its atmosphere. The world grew hotter and more dangerous, as the skies burned and the earth shook. Luckily, Alether had not ment to destroy the world, and as such, only about a third of the southern hemisphere was direly affected, while the rest of the planet was left relatively unhindered, except for earthquakes and unusual weather effects. But those creatures in the relatively small area affected burned and died in horrible pain, killed in the name of the Gift the world was destined to reveice.
Now, a large smoldering crater was present in the southern hemisphere, adding to the heat and magma created by the old volcanoes. The difference was what lay within. From the crater could be seen a perpetual eerie glow, visible from hundreds upon hundreds of miles away even when the light of the suns tried to hide it. Mortals could not possibly resist the urge to come look inside...
Mold Land: move and shape the floating island into a second moon (1 AP)
4/5 AP left
Post by: filiusenox on May 12, 2009, 05:43:32 pm
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on May 13, 2009, 12:18:39 am
He felt improved by this, more attuned, more experienced, not necessarily more powerful, but certainly increased potential for power.
Spoiler: Action (click to show/hide)
Post by: Poltifar on May 13, 2009, 08:47:18 am
Create Artifact: Codex of Arcana (3 AP)
1/5 AP left
Post by: Naze on May 13, 2009, 12:36:17 pm
Create Pantheon: Dies Irae (1/5 AP left)
Pestilence: Predatory Beasts (0/5 AP Left)
Post by: filiusenox on May 13, 2009, 05:51:01 pm
Post by: Grek on May 13, 2009, 09:57:05 pm
"My plane of Istamoshur is sealed from all but Garish, my servants and his legions. None else shall enter."
Rhuax created a great fiery wall around the only portals into or out of Istamoshur. Only those who Rhuax permitted could pass through the flames unharmed. And with that, he began to brood.
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Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on May 13, 2009, 11:56:16 pm
War was coming.
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Post by: Luke_Prowler on May 16, 2009, 01:16:48 pm
Create populace: Archons [0/4 AP left]
Post by: Poltifar on May 17, 2009, 12:43:07 am
He left the new offshoot to roam in and around his crater, for even they could not yet control magic. Maybe they would be the ones to discover the Gift and rebuild the land around the crater? He also left them with their sense of purpose, so that, like their simple light Archon cousins, they would feel like guiding other races. But they would guide them to the TRUE 'right' path, that of Magic and of furtherment of Alether's plans.
Create Subrace: Eldritch Archons (1 AP)
0/5 AP left
Post by: Grek on May 17, 2009, 06:51:47 pm
Rhuax, over the last few days, had been working on creating a race of servents to fight for Him in the upcoming war. They were nearly completed.
They were made of gold, with clawed hands and golden-masked faces. Rhuax hadn't bothered with joints and bones, he simply had the limbs float in place around the rest of the body. They had claws and fingers and all sorts of other metalic bits, simply floating about. Yet, their eyes were dull, not yet animated.
Rhuax infused life into his creations, the heliophagii, and watched as they began to move.
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Post by: Fortis on May 17, 2009, 11:53:23 pm
She decided that she would give her people a gift, so that they would not need this power. She gathered them to her and took a crystal from the ground of Eos. She taught the elves how to shape the crystal as she did. She taught them how to create from it crafts that were pleasing to the eye, tools useful in their lives, and homes and housing to live in. The elves reveled in their new abilities, and created many beautiful things. They began to build a settlement for themselves between the forests and the Sea of Tribute. All but a few forgot of the power Alether had sent.
Still, Usaria’s heart was heavy. Strife would still come, and she would have to prepare for it reaching even Aether. She knew that the same hands that shaped tools and works of art would be turned to shaping armor and helmets, and the tips of spears and arrows before long. And her gift had not satisfied all the elves. A few of them still talked of the power, and sought ways to leave Aether and travel to the mortal realm so they could claim it.
Teach Populous: Crystal shaping. 1 AP
AP: 0/4
Post by: Psyco Jelly on May 18, 2009, 12:27:03 am
He scratched his left forearm, drawing blood. His armed was scarred with many small marks, each representing a kill.
He was tall for an elf, slightly taller than any of the humans he had killed the previous day. His hair was dark brown, matted, and pulled into dreadlocks. The ends of his fingers had been cut off and replaced with the claws of a forest bear. He had two fangs from a dire wolf he had raised, but was forced to kill after it went feral.
The crowd roared at his victory.
"He was not worthy. He shall be food for the Nezumi."
An elf-woman watching the match replied:
"A disrespectful end for him."
He pretended not to hear her words, after all, she was next in line.
"A fitting end for him."
Just then, a thought occurred to him-I wonder if the humans are capable of producing a worthy foe.
He cut himself off.
A sacrilege thought. The elves shall be masters of all.
He proceeded to duel the woman, a feral glow in their eyes. She struck, tearing a gash in his side. He rolled with it to avoid the full force of the blow. Without hesitation, he grabbed her arms, she was off balance from her strike. He twisted around, held himself behind her, and plunged his wolf-fangs into her jugular. She continued to fight in a blind fury until she bled out, but Nas was agile enough to avoid her.
"Find her children. Both their parents are dead. They shall be left in the wilderness to die."
Create Organization: Druids(0/5 AP remaining)((If it's alright with everyone, we've done this with paladins before.))
Post by: Archangel on May 18, 2009, 04:30:18 am
Post by: filiusenox on May 18, 2009, 06:31:43 pm
Post by: Psyco Jelly on May 18, 2009, 08:36:26 pm
Velik Broj let the power surge through him. He released from his body a wasp. His hive connection so perfect that he could actually command the pieces away from his body. The wasp flew to the material plane, and gathered others of it's kind. The swarm flew into the Unhallow during a sacrifice, and took the form of an Elf. The Nezumi knew that it was Velik Broj instinctively, and offered the choicest bits of the humans -eyes and heart - which he accepted.
Their new head priest Kelrku, a thin and withered blackfur, asked him of his appearance.
"I am here to tell you that the Deep Elves will be here soon. There will be a fight between me and a great warrior of the woods."
"How in the Hungry Void could he possibly win?"
"He can't."
"Then why bother fighting, my lord?"
"There will be new epoch of civilization. This will be a key event in my plot."
"You're going to make him a martyr?"
"Yes."
Kelkru knew better than to tell anyone. That would only result in disaster. If The Thousand were angry, hell would follow.
"I will tell no one."
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on May 19, 2009, 03:51:31 am
He went down to the surface, there he found what he was looking for. Two large mountains. Making sure they were full of minerals. He grabbed the foothills of a mountain, and pulled it up. From the roots of the mountain to the roof of it he threw it into space. Leaving it slowly floating through space, he stopped it above Nitomushal. There he went to work.
The moon was kilometres long, twice as wide as it was long. He breathed life into it, creating several moon-bushes upon the planet. Over time he breathed directly into the bushes, giving them much need carbon-dioxide, in turn the bushes pumper out oxygen. These bushes quickly formed a small atmosphere surrounding the moon. The unique properties of the moon let the next generation of trees and bushes to grow tall and wide, reaching out to try to touch the sun. Now that the basis of life was formed, trees which provided food and oxygen he went to work again.
He delved into the mineral rich moon, he found what he was looking for. Clay. He dug out large amounts of clay and carved small human-like creatures. He gave them life, breathed it into him. He made them great miners and engineers, to live off the moon and to build on it. He left the creatures, to spread and dig. To build. For now they were out of the womb, they were no longer Wayocks responsibilities. Happy with his work, he watched them.
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Post by: filiusenox on May 21, 2009, 06:38:48 pm
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Titus puased he felt differnet,shifting...his body formed into something new,something more powerful...He was changed.Titus found something differnet withen him and changed his name.He was no longer Titus but Titus Ylus.(Evolve phiscally 3 out of four ap used.)
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Titus The took the Cyrstal seed from the box,He planted in the center of Lu Nekum and suddenly it grew greatly.It encompassed the moon in leafy trees which made the Moon glow Whitely. (Use rest of ap to mold land.)
Post by: Fortis on May 22, 2009, 11:15:23 am
She took a mass of the crystal in her hands and shaped it. She carved it into the graceful image of the elves, down to the strand of hair or fold of cloth, but strong and powerful in form as well. They were massive, mighty, yet beautiful as well, sculpted from the purest clear crystal. She poured into them the starlight from Aether and Selene, and they began to glow from within with the light. She blessed them with life and intelligence, and the Eosans, the crystal golems were born.
People saw her use of crystal, the creation of the crystalline land of Eos, the gift of crystal shaping to her Aether elves, and the creation of the mighty Eosans, Usaria became recognized far and wide as the goddess of crystals.
Create population: Eosans, the crystal golems. 2 AP
Portfolio element: Crystals 2 AP
AP 0/4
Meanwhile, a small group of Aether elves traveled on the material plane. They wore concealing cloaks to hide themselves from the harsh light of Rhuax, and bore keen edged, exotic weapons made from crystal. Through long journeys and many perils, they came at length to the crater left by Alether’s crater. They had heard rumors of a strange power to be had, and they had come to claim it.
Post by: Poltifar on May 23, 2009, 05:41:40 am
While he waited, Alether continued to expand his knowledge of the world, writting all of it in his library, and growing more powerful in doing so.
As powerful as the reigning God of War himself.
Raise divine rank: 3 AP. DR is now 8
2/5 AP left
Post by: Luke_Prowler on May 23, 2009, 09:13:59 am
Create concept: (Monks and Clerics) 1 of 4 AP left
Post by: filiusenox on May 23, 2009, 04:17:14 pm
Both did as bidded and the Human Paladins where armed with fine armor and weapons.
Post by: Psyco Jelly on May 23, 2009, 10:28:04 pm
The crowd was silent - it's not smart to disturb a warrior's zen.
Without a sound, they closed. Velik Broj allowed himself a smile as he lunged. He thrusted, putting one foot forward and twisting his spine as the other came off the ground. He turned a flip and landed on his feet - Nas knew that he didn't intend to actually hit him with that. Nas lowered himself, and struck left. Velik Broj lightly slashed his hand. Nas wanted to throw him off.
Velik Broj attempted a downward swing. Nas sidestepped and pulled away from melee. Without missing a beat, he jumped forward with great power. Velik Broj pulled up his blade to defend himself. Nas swatted it away and tackled Velik Broj, bringing them both to the ground.
Nas began to savage Velik Broj with his claws, Velik Broj caught his arms, stood up, and kicked Nas away. He picked up his blade and threw it - right into Nas's forehead. Nas fell over, lifeless.
The crowd recoiled. Their greatest warrior was felled. Did not Velik Broj himself say that they would be the masters of this world?
"Elves of the deepwood. You view yourself as being the masters of all races. In your pride, you have forgotten that there is one thing you will never control. ME!" Velik Broj let the last word echo across the forest.
"You have proven to be great warriors. Now that you have proven yourself, I have grander plans. The humans on the plains, and the Nezumi in the forest. They will serve you. Break their will, and you will not have to concern yourself with survival. Learn from the beasts, and build great cities. Build an empire."
Teach Populous (Slavery): 4/5 AP
Guide Populous (Empire): 2/5 AP
Post by: filiusenox on May 24, 2009, 11:51:09 am
Post by: Psyco Jelly on May 24, 2009, 01:57:51 pm
"Titus. You have attacked my race. I have no interest in the creatures of the water. I leave you be, and yet you attack my elves? What is it you desire?"
Post by: filiusenox on May 24, 2009, 02:17:33 pm
"Velik i do not wish to destroy your race of deep elves,but the human mortals are fun to wacth.So i cannot let you conquer and enslave all of them.How about the half closes to the shore are free peoples and the half closes to the swamps are yours."
Titus ordered the Roylsoyl to fly higher then the Beetle riding deep elves could and wait for a descion of Velik and Titus also told them if he failed to agree destroy the forest and knock over every tree and then retreat.
((Water serpents have 2 inch thick skin.A spiked tail.Water pressure breath.Horns.4 legs with claws.Barbs on arms.thick teeth.2 eyes))
Post by: Psyco Jelly on May 24, 2009, 03:08:49 pm
"My elves will enslave what they need to uphold the empire. Most likely, those on the shores of the ocean will not come into contact with them. Even so, there will always be free humans, as they spread almost as quickly as mice."
Post by: filiusenox on May 24, 2009, 03:30:08 pm
"It is fine if you send raids but no large army must be sent to conquer the humans on the coast.Or else the rest of the roylsoyl and the Mermen will get involved and great flood will descend upoun the Swamps."
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on May 24, 2009, 04:58:26 pm
"But why? The humans come under no domain, they do not come under water, earth, nature or any other domain that comes under the void. They are, to me, an anomaly, to be claimed by those strong enough to claim them. Be they divine or mortal. Why should you risk your mighty warriors, Titus, to save but a few communities of humans?"
Post by: Psyco Jelly on May 24, 2009, 05:06:03 pm
"Why would I send an army to conquer the humans? They are easily tempted, and the slaves can breed with other slaves. They will provide a great source of labor."
Velik Broj, to Wayock
"I agree with your outlook of humans. They are hardy and numerous. Why would I let such a great source of power go untapped?"
Post by: filiusenox on May 24, 2009, 05:38:23 pm
"The human are amusing and easy to change to difffernt beings.They are a great source of power.That must not be tappped by Garish or Rhaux."
Post by: Naze on May 24, 2009, 09:41:45 pm
Raise Army: Skaturii Dominus (3/5 AP left)
Raise Army: Skaturii Dominus (1/5 AP left)
(5 Armies now.)
Post by: Luke_Prowler on May 24, 2009, 09:50:20 pm
Pestilence: Skaturii Dominus. 0 of 4 AP remaining.
Post by: The Willow Wisp on May 24, 2009, 10:11:39 pm
Kryz's meditation lasted longer than he had expected. He pulled himself from his thoughts and examined what had happened. Everyone was preparing for war, and others were teaching their people strange ways. Kryz saw that his beings were beings of honor and, unfortunately, beings prone to combat. Brawl often broke out amongst the Storm-kin and the Boltlings. While these brawls were fought as if they were matters of life and death, they always ended with the combatants congratulating each other on a fight well fought. He decided to create a grand arena and allow the Storm-kin to fight without destroying parts of their homes. Kryz told the plane to form an arena large enough to seat all the beings of his plane. The walls rose high enough to me considered mountains, and the actual battleground was large enough to be a island. He appeared before his creations in the grand arena and delivered to them a message.
" My chldren, I have created this arena to allow you to engage in honorable combat against each other without causing collateral damage." As he finished his sentence, Kryz raised an arm and pointed towards a wall. A bolt of lightning burst from his finger and carved words into the wall. "Those" said Kryz, "shall be the rules of engagement. Those who break them shall be banished from the arena. Now, Let the combat begin." and with that Kryz disappeared.
After Kryz disappeared, the Storm-kin and Boltlings gathered around the section of the wall in which the rules were engraved. The rules read as follows:
1) Weapons are forbidden. You shall rely upon your own strength, not the strength of a peice of steel.
2) Slaying the opponent is forbidden. Those who willingly slay an opponent in the arena shall be banned from the arena and have to answer to me.
3) There may be more that one oppenent on each side of a battle but each side must be equal in number for a battle to begin. If sides are unequal the fight will be postponed until the sides are equal in number.
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Kryz then turned his attention to his unfinished thoughts. He proceeded to complete his thoughts, but restrained himself from beginning any new ones. As he contemplated these thoughts he grew, both physically and emotionally.
Teach Populace (3 of 4AP): Rules of Engagment
Evolve Physically (0 of 4AP)
Post by: Naze on May 24, 2009, 11:07:45 pm
As Garish growled the Skaturii screamed and they continued their mechanical march.
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on May 25, 2009, 12:13:27 am
"Titus. Velik is not Garish, neither is he Rhaux. Whether something may be tapped or not by a particular being is not up to you to decide. Sure prevent it all you can, but don't prevent it from the wrong people. Wasting brave warriors to fight a neutral god is foolish, for though the best would come to me, they would not be the best that they could be. Why, exactly, would you change humans? Why would you change a sentient being to suit your own whim? Why not create more, diverse creatures, instead of changing the existing ones and diluting the population. I also dearly hope you or your creatures are performing horrible experiments on the human populace."
Post by: Psyco Jelly on May 25, 2009, 12:55:29 am
The humans were laborers and the Nezumi were craftsmen.
The deep elves commanded the work force, were the military and artisan craftsmen. The druids lead the populous, and took care of important legal matters. Trial by combat was the judicial system.
Create Organization(Elvish Empire): 0/5 AP
Post by: Poltifar on May 25, 2009, 10:52:01 am
Alether sat observing the gods bicker, both in words and in actions, but held far from the struggles for dominance. His time would come. For now, he continued to note down all knowledge of the multiverse, including the other god's actions, in his books and manuscripts.
Gain Portfolio Element: Books, Manuscripts, Libraries... : 2 AP
0/5 AP left
Post by: filiusenox on May 25, 2009, 12:00:14 pm
.(Create organization 2 out of 5 used.)
He then tuaght them to build citys,forts,towers,houses,and walls(Teach populuce:Construction 3 out of 5 ap used.)
He then molded a part of Ynoclian shores to be rocky so that the Ynoclians could mine stone.(Mold land.4 out of five used.)
Titus picked up a crab that walked upoun the shore and made it bigger and gave it a human body where the head started.It had spines instead of hair and could wander where it want.Oh and it had 1 set of human arms and 1 set of crab pincers he named then Crabtuars.(5 out of 5 used. to Create subrace:Crabtaur.)
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on May 25, 2009, 11:35:11 pm
Orbiting...
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Post by: filiusenox on May 27, 2009, 07:58:10 pm
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The Ynoclians sent out a champion named Dalo to fight against the Crabtuar champoin Zielk.
Dalo swung a Sandcrafted blade toward Zeilk.But Zeilk pushed his (Sandcrafted) sheild up to block Dalo and thrusted toward Dalo.Dalo's armor blocked the blade but Bruised him.Dalo slashed across Zeilk's armor after dislogding Dalo's blade from Zeilk's sheild.Then Dalo while Zeilk was he pushed his sheild staight into Zeilks chest.Winding him.Then Dalo put his blade on Zeilk's neck and said "Yeild."
Zeilk agreed and got up laughing and Dalo went back to his sideand was patted on the back and was happy.Zeilk and his Clan rode back to the cave where they lived.
Post by: Grek on May 30, 2009, 03:07:44 pm
"It is time to reclaim Shur for Rhuax. Glorious is Rhuax." And so he went, up into the sky and reaches into the great diamond that contains Shur and ripped it out. Though the diamond was not destroyed, it was damaged and it's fire went out. Where it's shards struck the waters below, they transformed into fire breathing sharks. Rhuax's avatar took the little sun to Istamoshor, where Rhuax took it gladly. And thus, the seas grew slightly darker, only Rhuax's portals shining in the sky. And soon those too would grow dark...
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Post by: Luke_Prowler on May 30, 2009, 03:37:59 pm
[Raise Divine Rank. 1 of 4 AP left]
[Teach populous: Law (Humans) 0 of 4 AP left]
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on May 30, 2009, 09:44:41 pm
The herald traveled the land, spreading a new angle to Wayock, he was already known as the god of war, but the herald spread the idea of he being the god of moons. He spread stories of another world, with different species, and most importantly new dwellers. He did not name this world, but whenever he told the story at night, he would point to the large elliptical moon floating through the stars.
Spoiler: Actions. (click to show/hide)
Post by: filiusenox on May 31, 2009, 03:31:09 pm
Titus then puased.He breathed out....
and he sent his hand straight into his chest and yanked his large soul out and encased it in the crystal that he made so long ago.Titus then breathed out...his energy was draining and he was dieing...
Titus woke up he felt smaller but he still remebered.((Back at the basic lesser god status.))
Titus found out that because he was a god of water he could listen to all the thoughts withen him.He sent the meremen fully armed with fine sandcrafted weapons to fight the Fire Sharks.
Post by: Psyco Jelly on May 31, 2009, 11:27:08 pm
"Greetings, Garish, bane of flesh. I have something of a proposal to make... I have a weapon that can easily destroy the material races. Disease. The plagues can easily tear flesh from bone, but never harms those made of metal.
I could grant you this weapon, if you were to lend me some of your dark artifice."
Post by: filiusenox on June 01, 2009, 10:38:54 am
He sent a herald to Wayock.
"Wayock,i worked harder to gain the moon domain.I have 2 moons orbiting this planet and you have one.You can keep your moon but you may not claim mine."
Titus waited until he was stronger.
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on June 01, 2009, 11:14:44 pm
"Titus, you are nothing but a fool. I do not need your permission to claim some silly moon. If we're playing that 'game' maybe I should wipe you off the face of the planet I created. Do not test me fool, for nothing will come of it but your ruin."
((Since our time zones are off, *AP GET* yes?))
Post by: Psyco Jelly on June 01, 2009, 11:28:43 pm
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on June 01, 2009, 11:35:59 pm
Spoiler: Actions. (click to show/hide)
Wayock traveled back to his moon, the dwellers were flourishing, worshiping none but him. He appeared to them and told them to dig a passage in their honeycombs through the satellite. The passage ended in a plain, rock wall. There he poured all he could into the wall, twisting and molding it. He made grooves along it, handles, for once he was done it was to be a door. A door to where? Well.
Finally Wayock was done, it was a plain, stone door. It went nowhere. But it would go somewhere soon. He traveled to the main Ger settlement, there he sent his herald while he watched over. Wayock was the dominate god there, the Ger would follow him with no questions. He made the Herald, a herald all Ger knew, to command the Ger to do a simple task. He commanded them to create a tall, wide passage, a winding passage deep into the mountains where no light shone and only the rock and metals of the world lived. There they finished, it ended again, on a plain, rock wall.
Again, Wayock formed the wall, handles and grooves until it was a huge door. It could fit five elephants standing on each others backs through with space to go and ten elephants walking side-by-side to fit through, with room to spare. It was the same size as the previous door. He connected it with the door upon the moon and sent messages to both races. He told them to travel through and meet each other, to love each other as brothers and sisters. For they both came from the same Parent, Wayock. He told them to work together, to support each other. For if they divided great ruin would spread to both races.
Spoiler: Actions. (click to show/hide)
Post by: Grek on June 02, 2009, 12:52:15 am
Rhuax, within Istamoshor
A great and brooding darkness came over Rhuax.
"As I have created the Light of Lights, so shall I create the Darkest Darkness. Istamoshor's brilliance shall shine across the planes no longer, for mortals do not respect me and my fellow Gods plot against me."
And so Istamoshor was set into two parts where it was once one. One half remained filled with light and color, but the other half as made dark and indistinct.
So too, were it's peoples split in two. One half became darker and brazen, learning to love the shadows, dancing between them with the utmost stealth, while the other half remained beings of shining gold.
As Istamoshor darkened, so did the last of the lights Rhuax had placed in the sky. With the suns stolen away and the portal-stars transformed into fountains of darkness, the lands of Nitomushal became a place of shadow with the only light coming from the smoldering volcanos of an earlier age. Life began to wither and to die...
Rhuax, to Velik Broj;
"What is disease and sickness compared to darkness and eternal night? As I have given life and light, so too, do I take it away. Truely, I am the Lord of Shadows as much as I am Lord of the Sun and of the Flame."
Actions:
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: Poltifar on June 02, 2009, 08:15:18 am
Firmus was pleased with his work. For the past few turnings of the great light in the sky, he had been building a crude stone house, and had finally completed it. It seemed simple, yet it was no normal stone that had been used in this work. These were stones carved from the essences of Earth. Firmus, one of the beings of pure energy who had claimed this crater as their home, the Eldritch Archons, had made these stones without understanding what he had done. It was simply instinct, as was with all these Archons' powers.
Firmus had been 'elected' as the leader of his group of a half-dozen Archons. He was the brightest amongst them, and the strongest in the control of the primal powers, especially that of Earth, as was obvious from the swirling masses of pebbles and earth that occasionally surfaced on his body of magical energies. His group being one of the more powerful and organized in the crater, they had managed to push other groups away from this piece of land. The most holy land of all for the Eldritch Archons, the land right next to The Object, a strange contraption that no Archon had yet understood. Firmus now claimed it as his and his group's, and had built his new home no more than 50m from the holy relic's resting place.
Firmus gazed at the relic again, as he had done countless times since his arrival here. He felt drawn towards it, as if it was calling it, as if it was part of him... He could feel the power emanating from it. Suddenly, as if from nowhere, he understood what it was.
Running to his fellows, he explained to them, through Archon's language consisting of changes in the energies emanated from his body, about his new idea. The Archons agreed, and started carving the earth to find stone and metal of a good enough quality to make what they wanted to make.
Once good resources were found, Firmus took a slab of stone, and through his powers, remade it into a flawless piece of white marble, upon which he engraved symbols that had popped into his mind. These would be the first written language of the Archons, if not the first written language amongst all neighboring creatures too. The marble slab was placed in the new building Firmus had constructed, and soon more slabs followed, engraved with words and numbers, with knowledge and secrets. This would be the first of the Archon's great libraries, and the first step to understanding the Relic.
Unbeknown to the Archons, was that they had not been the ones to discover writing and the sharing of knowledge alone. The thought had been transmitted from far away, beyond the reality of the Material Plane, by Alether, who had grown bored of waiting for them to progress alone.
Teach Populace: Language, Writing, and 'Books': 1AP
Nourish Populace: Create favorable conditions for the fast learning, sharing, and development of knowledge: 1AP
3/5 AP left
Post by: Psyco Jelly on June 02, 2009, 09:40:47 am
"Most of my creations need no light to survive. The Nezumi crawl in tunnels where your light had never reached, the predatory beasts thrive in shadow. While other creatures wither and die, fungus and insects will grow on their rotten remains. All flesh will be plagued with disease from the smell of the dead.
You fool, you did not outdo me, you have only strengthened me!"
Raise Divine Rank: 2/5 AP
Nourish Populace (Nezumi, Beasts, Insects): 1/5 AP
Post by: Fortis on June 02, 2009, 11:33:30 am
The people of both the material world and of Aether praised Usaria for her gift, and worshiped her as the deity of all starlight.
Create land: Maia, light of the material world: 2 AP
Gain Portfolio Element: Starlight 2 AP
AP: 0/4
Post by: filiusenox on June 02, 2009, 12:05:08 pm
Rhaux have you not looked into the sky above the land of mortals? a new sun glows and lights the world.But not with the red fire of your land but the blue fire of my soul.
Titus had a new power.(gain portfilo element:blue fire use 2 out of 3 points)
Titus then raised up trees south of the river.(mold land:last point)
Titus then named the river Rush for it rushed about.
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on June 02, 2009, 06:24:12 pm
He went to the Ger, and told them, "Go, some of you go, make your homes around the great gate. Dig into the Earth so that you may live." Most Ger went, while the others stayed. They eked out a living until Maia was created. Then they flourished.
The Ger that went into the tunnel dug out rooms to live in, they found ore and magma and used it to create weapons and armour. This darkness was another sign of the war drawing closer. The Ger found an underground lake under the gate. For this they thanked Titus, for the Ger were not blind to the greater world. They found fungi growing deep underground, away from the light, with this they had food.
Wayock went to the moon dwellers, they were struggling. All their plants were nourished by light, they were living off of stockpiles. He told them, "the Ger have created a settlement at the gate, go there and mingle with them, trade with them. Treat them as your own and you will nourish each other." So thus the Moon Dwellers went to the Ger, they gained the fungi and their brothers. Some stayed with the Ger and lived and worked side-by-side with them, the rest went back to the moon, bringing Ger with them. On the moon the fungi flourished, they flourished, living alongside and working along side the Ger in a symbiotic relationship.
Woe is to them if they ever quarreled.
Post by: filiusenox on June 03, 2009, 12:02:06 pm
Titus then sent the Ynoclians hunting and they gathered meat which they traded the mermen in return for sandcrafted items.He then sent the group of Ynoclians who had +Sandcrafted Crafts+ to the darkmarsh with a guard of about 50 Crabtaurs.To trade with the Deep elf empire. They waited on the outskirts of the empire.
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 05, 2009, 12:32:05 pm
Joriak awakened.
He was an ancient being, and a strange one too. His form is that of a massive leviathan, made of various metals, but predominately steel. He was conscious for the first time since the cold death of his last home and he could perceive a multiple of realities around him. Firstly, he saw a planet, strange in it's construction. It appeared to be made of the very flesh underneath it's skin, with a substance quite similar to blood pouring out of an aperture on it's surface. Joriak was not one to be disturbed by these kinds of things though, and he set about trying to view any other interesting features of this place. He saw a great ball of cold, somehow burning in the sky above this strange place, and a smaller ball of flesh, whose purpose seemed to be the refraction of light and the regulation of tides. How odd. He could also glimpse a few other realities that are nearby. He also saw beings of great power gathering, arguing. He would get to that later; first, he must build himself a land with which to maintain the harmony of flesh and rock.
He took from the people of this world the tiniest sample of the rock that was where flesh should be and hurled it into the emptiness. As it flew it grew, and grew, and grew; until, it was infinite in size. The realm inside was a massive hollow sphere with rock (bones), ground (flesh) but a lack of volcanism (mostly involves very, very hot blood) and water. (bit of a constant) He'd have to fix that later, as he was rather drained right now. (New plane created 0/3 AP left)
For his next action he created a herald, it was a simple creatures of copper and bronze, in the shape of an alligator, but with a lot more legs and teeth. (created herald)
Finally, he went off to see the other powers of these realms.
(Made plane: The Flesh Realm. Spherical, infinite, objective gravity toward side, alterably morphic except towards those spells dealing with the modification of flesh, to which it is highly morphic, Highly good/law aligned and enhanced flesh-altering magic. Created herald.)
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on June 05, 2009, 07:37:33 pm
Sometime later a Ger garbed in blood-red robes with black streaks on it walked out of their home and walked to the Serpents, without fear or curiosity. He stepped back and in a tongue understandable to the Serpents, and all, he said,
"Those who I represent are self-reliant. We do not need anyone. Do not intrude with us, or you will regret ever stepping on this land. Begone."
With that a great cheer spread throughout the Ger.
Post by: Archangel on June 05, 2009, 08:16:56 pm
Create populace: Shapeshifters. (1/3AP left)
Post by: filiusenox on June 06, 2009, 09:46:51 am
Post by: Psyco Jelly on June 06, 2009, 12:26:35 pm
"What are you?" One asked in the elven native language. Hoping they could understand.
Velik Broj, to Alether
"Alether, I request you give the mortals a common language. We wouldn't want a war between the merfolk and elves, would we?"
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 06, 2009, 02:28:47 pm
It then occurred to him that he had no place that could be called his home, seeing as the only place that he could see that looked to be worth claiming was right here, the matter was simple enough to remedy. (Made The Realm of Flesh Joriak's home)
Then,Joriak, being somewhat exhausted, focused his attention on the material plane.
His immaterial bulk floated above the planet, being not quite there, but entirely visible to any extranormally gifted (I. e. Psions, Users of magic and clerics) who bothered to look up at the immense creature of metal that was somewhat closer then the moon in the sky above them. The reasons he appeared like this were twofold; 1: He was rather tired at this juncture and therefore slightly out of it, and 2: This was a really good view. His attention was currently not on the developing civilizations of this world, but a humble ant just living it's life and basically just being a small, omnivorous, hive-minded arthropod. He was fascinated by these creatures and their workings. Their caste system, their biology, the little noises they made, they even had war! He decided at that moment that these were the most interesting things around, and were definitely something to watch.
(Both Claimed and made The Flesh Realm Joriak's home. Moved to the Material Plane, where a projection of him is floating in the space around the planet, studying the ants.)
Post by: Psyco Jelly on June 06, 2009, 03:19:21 pm
Create Subrace (Murkfolk) 0/5 AP
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 06, 2009, 04:08:11 pm
(Action: Beget god-ish)
Post by: Grek on June 06, 2009, 06:44:56 pm
"A new god. Interesting It seems he too sees the benifets of creating beings of metal as I and Garish do. I ought send an envoy."
And so Rhuax sent a golden heilophage before the projection of Joriak.
"A thousand greetings, strange and mighty one! My master and creator, Rhuax, sends his greetings and asks your name."
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 06, 2009, 11:37:00 pm
Post by: Grek on June 07, 2009, 02:14:03 am
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 07, 2009, 02:26:06 am
Post by: Naze on June 07, 2009, 03:32:08 am
Raise Divine Rank (2/5 AP left)
Raise Army: Skaturii Dominus (0/5 AP left)
(I now have 5 armies of Skaturii Dominus.)
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 07, 2009, 03:36:48 am
Post by: filiusenox on June 07, 2009, 09:44:07 am
All the while the Mermen march to war against the Firesharks which where 3 times the size of them though the fire sharks where out numbered(Mermen army=10000).The battle commenced the mermen spearmen led the first charge against the Firesharks.
Titus then sent a Herald to Joriak
"Hello metal one.Welcome((?)) to this realm of extinscence."
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 07, 2009, 10:14:31 am
(Just added some water and blood, which functions as magma.)
Post by: The Willow Wisp on June 07, 2009, 11:34:38 pm
Kryz's herald to Rhuax
"Rhuax my master, Kryz, has begun to become annoyed by your iron grip over the domains you reign over. He would rather not cause a conflict but he needs to say something. You have power over Flame, Darkness, and Orbits but that shouldn't mean that you deny all other gods the ability to create things under those domains, or that the people of a plane should suffer because you don't wish for them to have something. He controls the domain of Air, which Fire needs to burn, but he doesn't deprive you of the ability to make fire by denying it air. He don't ask that you relinquish your power over it, but please, don't deny others the power to create things under those domains. And besides, you seem to have angered Titus and Usaria is probably not very happy with you either. He would rather not see a conflict arise between the gods, or to see the people of any plane suffer."
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Kryz noticed a small problem in the Strom-kin society: There was no way of solving conflicts other than combat. While Kryz did enjoy combat as a sport he did not want it to be the way conflicts, specificly matters of law, were settled. One specific case, that of the current arena champion, Gorlim, had him questioning this method. He appeared before his Storm-kin and Boltlings once again in the arena.
"My Children," he began as always," This one created this arena in the idea that it would prevent you from destroying property in large scale brawls, not so you could settle conflicts. The strongest fighter is not always the winner of a conflict. This one wants you to establish a system to resolve conflicts without relying on combat ablilty. Point in case, Gorlim has been doing anything he wants and getting away with it. Destroying the property of others, beating random people into stupors, killing, theft, the list goes on. The method by which you carry out justice is greatly flawed. This one wishs for Gorlim to meet in the arena in seven days to receive retribution." Kryz then turned and, beside the rules of engagment, blasted the way the justice system would work. "Every four years the people of the plane will appoint someone to be the Grand Judge," Kryz explained," This Grand Judge will he all disputs and render a decision on which side is right and render punishment upon those who commit acts of evil or malice." Kryz then disappeared in a flash of light and a crack of thunder.
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The Storm-kin had taken note of an oddity in Kryz's speech: He no longer refered to himself as "I" he instead used "This One". At first it puzzled them as to why he did so. After a few hours of chatter amongst the populace one Storm-kin thought of a possibility. "Maybe it was an attemt at humility?" He said quizzically "Was he trying to be humble?" While some of the others beleived him others saw it as a feeble attempt to make himself seem more mortal by being humble so his victory over the Champion would be more dramatic. This idea was adopted by many of the Storm-kin and some began using "This One" in their dialect to mimic their god. Others simply began acting more humble, while some remained the same.
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Kryz then began to prepare himself for the conflicts that may soon arise. He looked inwards, at the power that dwelled within him. Until the true potential of his ability hadn't been accessed yet and Kryz sought to draw it out. He created a mirror image of himself, made of Lightning and Winds, and began a duel of devastating proportions. He battle long and hard, over the course of days. Six days to be exact, he battled endlessly up until the day of his fight with Gorlim. And during this time he began to find ways of tapping into his true potential. He took two hours to gather himself and catch his breath; and then, in a crash of thunder, disappeared. Off to his duel with Gorim.
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Teach populus(4 of 5 AP): Concept of True Justice(in place of their old system of the strongest is Just)
Teach Populus(3 of 5 AP): Humility
Raise Divine Rank(0 of 5AP) Dr is now 8.
Post by: Poltifar on June 08, 2009, 01:37:39 am
Now that the language was created, the only remaining thing to do was actually teach the races this language. Alether informed the other gods about that, also sending them a copy of the manuscript containing the language, leaving them to decide whether to teach the language to their creations or not.
Create Concept: A Common Language, 3 AP
0/5 AP left
Post by: Archangel on June 08, 2009, 02:05:46 am
Teach Populace: A Common Language
0/3 AP left
Post by: filiusenox on June 08, 2009, 09:56:47 am
Titus tuaght the crabtaurs how raise flocks of parire animals(they now have wool and meat)
Titus tuaght the Ynoclains how to raise the parie grass and how to mill it and brew it to make food.
He tuaght the mermen how to riase kelp for food and clothing and how to raise dolphins for rides and how to raise whales to make great amounts of movable food.
The mermen had sent the fire sharks running but half their number had been lost.
Post by: Fortis on June 08, 2009, 11:49:38 am
Usaria accepted the common language made by Alether. She took the book Alether’s herald gave her, and set it in the settlement and enshrined it Many of the Aether elves went to it and read it, and several scolars began to learn the common tongue in addition to their native language. Usaria asked the herald of Alether to convey her thanks to the Supreme Arcanist, and dismissed the herald. As the aether elves learned the new language and started crafting trade goods of their own from the crystals, Usaria decided to give the races a gift of her own.
She took up a small piece of crystal, and shaped it into a long an hollow tube, with numerous holes in it. She brought one end to her lips and blew, causing the instrument to produce a clear, pleasing tone. Fascinated, the aether elves gathered around, listening as Ursaria varied the tone and produced a pleasing melody. After a while, she finished, stepped forward, and gave the instrument to one of the elves. They praised her, and swiftly learned to duplicate the instrument and create new ones. Eos became filled with the merry sounds of music. The Aether elves took the gift of music with them as their caravans left Aether for the first time, and traveled to the races of the material world. However, Usaria warned them to avoid the swamps and marshes of Velik Broj, and Usaria sent a pair of massive Eosian guardians with each caravan.
For a while, Usaria thought to herself. As she improved her manipulation of the ether, so she had improved her manipulation of matter, from the massive to the minute. She could shape it to her liking easily and efficiently now. She had become more than what she had been.
Still, Garish was still amassing armies, though, and she could not afford to lower her guard. A storm was still building, and she must prepare for it. She sent her herald to each of the members of her pantheon, Titus, Kryz, and Aaron. “My mistress sends her greetings and regards. Usaria had been watching the actions of the other guards. She has seen that Garish continues to build armies. Usaria proposes that we use the power of the Pantheon to prepare to meet him should he attack. With the permission of the panthenon, Usaria will make an army of her own from the Eosians, the guardians of the Aether relm.”
Teach Populace: Music 1 AP
Evolve physically: 3 AP
AP: 0/4
Raise Army: Eosians (pending approval of the pantheon)
Post by: Archangel on June 09, 2009, 02:04:37 am
Create Concept: Right and Wrong
0/3 AP left
He also sent messengers to each of the other gods, all with the same question. "What are you intentions towards this world?"
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on June 09, 2009, 02:42:57 am
"My intentions are none of your business newcomer."
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 09, 2009, 04:20:32 am
"I desire to bring law to this world"
Post by: Archangel on June 09, 2009, 05:21:19 am
Post by: Fortis on June 09, 2009, 10:13:21 am
Post by: filiusenox on June 09, 2009, 11:28:04 am
Post by: Psyco Jelly on June 09, 2009, 03:25:27 pm
Post by: CJ1145 on June 09, 2009, 04:09:25 pm
Thiliazari was born.
He looked out over the expanse, to see many others here before him. He knew that to survive, he would need a place to call home, away from the others.
With all his might, he focused and with a single thought, a home of his own was created by necessity, just as he was.
(Create Plane, 0/3 AP left)
Iniracebela, plane of Thiliazari
Normal Gravity
Flowing Time- One day in the Material Plane is equivalent to 100 years in Iniracebela.
Finite, circular space, 2,000 kilometers in all directions.
Divinely Morphic
Minorly Positive-Dominant
Mildly Good-aligned
Normal Magic
With this, he waited to recuperate, so he may continue his creation of a haven for nature.
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on June 10, 2009, 05:36:03 am
Spoiler: Action (click to show/hide)
Wayock looked upon the Dwellers moon, he was dismayed that the plants upon them were dieing off. Unused to the soft light of the new star, they were having difficulty adapting from the harsh light of the previous star. Wayock changed the plants, making them used to the soft light. They flourished and the Ger and the Dwellers had larger harvests.
Spoiler: Action (click to show/hide)
Wayock retreated back to his hall of Valhalla. There he rested, and gather his power. As more wars happened between the sentients, his power increased. As the earth in the ground was exploited and used more and more, his power increased. As the moons became a part, however small, of the mortals lives, his power increased. He gathered and waited.
Spoiler: Action (click to show/hide)
Post by: Poltifar on June 10, 2009, 08:42:52 am
Raise Divine Rank: to DR 9 (3 AP)
Gain Domain: Knowledge (2 AP)
0/5 AP left
Post by: filiusenox on June 10, 2009, 10:17:49 am
But then they took out the sandcrafted blades and sheilds which where slightly better then the old weapons the Deep Elves had and pointed towards the humans.They then pointed at the pile of blades and shields.
(Trade the humans for better weapons and armor.)
Post by: Grek on June 10, 2009, 03:35:54 pm
"Oh look. Kryz's messenger here to lecture me about property rights. How amusing."
A large explosion was heard. Rhuax looked down upon Kryz's lands, thinking of a good way to get his message accross to Kryz. Something distracted him.
"Sigh. Did I not just say no more suns? I suppose I will have to take this one too."
With the world properly dark again, he responded to the messenger from Rotarn.
"I will till the Land, sow the Seed and reep the Harvest, as was decided in the days of old. Others have forgotten. I rememeber."
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Post by: Iituem on June 10, 2009, 04:20:05 pm
The battle was short and fierce, deep elven and nezumi warriors crashing into hastily gathered crowds of eldritch archons seeking to defend their own. Blade and claw challenged mysterious arcane energies for dominance and soon enough a victor arose as the archons drew back from fear. A lone archon braved death at the legion's hands to race to the holy object at the crater's core, and at the command of the leading elf only himself and a nezumi advisor clambered into the pit that bore the Codex itself. There all three were surprised to find a human there stood, calmly reading through the Codex's brilliant pages. He was not impressive by his nature, wearing rich but unimpressive robes, bearing a thick and drooping moustache and wearing a curious ring of gold upon one eye. The man tore a page from the book headed 'Apotheosis' and stuffed it into his shirt before greeting the trio with a smile. All three spoke in different languages until the figure gestured and all three could understand one another equally.
"What is the meaning of this?" cried the archon. "We had a deal!"
"Which I have fulfilled, Thura," the man replied. "Your soul, and all the knowledge you possess, for knowledge of other races, understanding of their culture. I do hope you enjoy this first-hand experience, brief as it may be."
"As I had a deal with you," said the elf suspiciously. "You promised me victory, and to guide me to an object of great power."
"And so I have, Allian. All you need to do attain your victory is slay this archon." Thura's eyes flashed in horror as Allian's carapace blade flashed out without a moment's hesitation and terminally disrupted the soft luminesence of her form. "As for power, this artefact contains great secrets, greater than you can know, though I gave no promise of a translation, nor that you would ever have it for your own. No, your soul is mine also, and through you the returning and victorious army. Which brings me to you, Retchclaw."
"Vegeance," the blackfur nezumi spat. "You promised me the one who killed my family."
"So I did," the man replied, giving Allian a meaningful smile. Allian's eyes flickered momentarily as the betrayal dawned upon him and his reactions proved swift again as he sliced off Retchclaw's head, though not so fast as to prevent the nezumi making a single scratch with a venom-coated claw. Allian felt the strength drain from him and he slumped to the ground before the shimmering Codex and the moustachio'd man before it. The man reached into his robes and produced an elegantly carved marble tablet, filled to the brim with mystical-looking gibberish.
"I think this looks sufficiently 'artefact of mysterious power' to you, doesn't it?" he asked.
"Who are you?" Allian managed with his dying breaths, the muscles that pumped his lungs already beginning to fail. The man smiled and knelt before him, picking up the carapace axe. As he did so, his shape flickered through different forms; a glowing archon, a wizened nezumi, a shadowy creature Allian had never before seen and finally a perfect facsimile of Allian's own form.
"My name is Turpis," whispered Allian's doppelganger as it thrust the blade through his chest. "And I am Deceit."
Allian chuckled warmly with Datan as his host's nezumi servants brought another set of hollowed out gourds filled with freshly harvested fruits and clear spring water to the flat rock that served as the elven lord's table. Datan struck one of the nezumi for carelessness with arrangement of the fruit, then dismissed it from his mind and raised one of the gourds of water in a toast.
"To a grand victory," he said, "and the recovery of the holy artefact the Emperor sought. Did he receive it well?"
"He is very impressed by the tablet," said Allian, "though it may be many months before anything meaningful is made of it." He leant forward conspiratorially. "I understand many of the higher elves feel this all something of a rolsolyl chase, if you get my meaning. It could prove a valuable career opportunity for one with something more concrete to offfer them."
"Are you such an elf?" asked Datan, raising an eyebrow. Allian raised his hands quickly.
"No, no. I have received glory for my victory and I have little taste for politics. No, what I seek is a place to retire. A little glade with slaves and bountiful fruits like your own. Perhaps a friend who could arrange such a thing." He grinned and Datan mirrored it.
"What would you be willing to offer such a friend?"
"Advice and political sponsorship, for one. My prestige is high right now, and my support could win your candidacy. Also a far more concrete thing than the Emperor received." He drew his axe and placed it on the table, running a thumb along the length of the haft. Datan leapt back in fear as Thura's translucent form billowed from the blade and appeared before the two elves.
"Dread not!" reassured Allian. "It is a gift from a friendly spirit by the name of Turpis, who helped me attain my victory. It will teach you many things, including the secrets of writing."
"Writing?"
"Indeed, the trick of giving words form so that they are not lost upon the air but remain for so long as what they are written on survives. This skill will allow you to control knowledge and make the memorisation of secrets and details that much easier. With Turpis' help, it could win you the Empire." Datan considered the axe carefully, stroking his chin.
"Are you sure?" he asked. Allian smiled, a twinkle in his eye.
"Trust me."
Teach Literacy to Elven Empire: 0/1AP
Post by: Archangel on June 11, 2009, 05:52:17 am
Post by: Poltifar on June 11, 2009, 07:58:12 am
The Codex Crater
Firmus slowly advanced through the ruins of his small city. The Eldritch Archons that had survived, less that two thirds of the original number, waited patiently for the next onslaught of these foreigners, these Deep Elves. The Archons would never give up their land, no matter what.
Not even the new library had survived the battle unscathed. Many of its marble plates, thought to be safe inside, now laid fractured and broken in the building and around it. What the Elves hadn't taken, they had broken. No matter. The knowledge held on them could be rewritten, and new plates made. They had all the time of the world to rebuild, as long as they were able to fend of the invaders. Luckily, those last seemed to have started a slow retreat, apparently having gotten what they wanted... but...
WHAT did they want? In the heat of the battle, Firmus hadn't thought of that. Now, he knew. Without delay, he ran towards the center of the crater, where the RElic should lay...
Post by: CJ1145 on June 11, 2009, 08:56:24 am
The plane had a finite shape, yet it was filled with nothingness. Thiliazari attempted to fix that, and created a landmass to fill it to its brim. The land itself gave off a faint golden glow, but he knew it would not be enough to keep alive what life he would soon bring to it. In the center of his paradise, he created a lake, with many rivers branching out to all corners of his plane. In the center of that lake, an island formed. Thiliazari used the last of his energy, and took a piece of his own soul to give to the land. He had seen the god Rhuax, and his jealous hoarding of all suns and stars. He would work around this.
In the center of the island, a Great Tree sprouted, a brilliant gold, shooting miles upon miles into the air. It created a great light, forever to bring light to the plane he had so carefully molded. Such a marvelous thing of beauty needed a name, and so he named it Tin'ziil, The Goal. With no energy left, he decided he would speak to the other gods for the first time.
He crafted a herald, small in stature, but beautiful all the same. It was a white stallion, with angel's wings, and given the gift of three mouths, so that he may give all lies and deceits to one mouth, and forever shut it, and give all blasphemy, heresy and hatred to another, and shut it. He sent this herald out to each god with the message "Hail, fellow children of necessity; brothers in power. I am new here, and wish to serve the good of the worlds both material and non, what goes on here?"
Post by: Psyco Jelly on June 11, 2009, 12:19:23 pm
Geneding marched toward the elvish capitol. A small number of guards intercepted them, warning them to return to exile, or be tortured as a public spectacle.
"We outnumber this towns' guard. Bring me to Nas, so that I may take my revenge."
"I acknowledge your right to vengeance, but Nas is long deceased. Velik Broj took his life in an arena fight."
"I... Then, how would I take my vengeance?"
"You cannot. You shall remain in exile."
"Velik Broj has taken my honor."
"The thousand will eventually take everything."
Genedin signaled to his band of exiles. They turned and left, this time heading for the continent's southern coast. Safety can be found in the mangroves. He thought to himself. Perhaps I'll build a city of my own.
Post by: Luke_Prowler on June 13, 2009, 04:04:45 pm
Arron the Holy to all:
"Good-bye, noble stangers. May one day we meet again in more acceptable times"
And so Aaron the Holy slept, until he was needed again.
Create plane: plagiarius totus lux lucis (1 out of 4 AP left)
Normal Gravity
Timeless
Self-Contained Shape
Divinely Morphic
Minor Positive-Dominant
Strongly Good-Aligned
Impeded Magic
Teach populous (all): Hope (0 out of 4 AP left)
[And I'm out of here]
Post by: The Willow Wisp on June 13, 2009, 06:05:41 pm
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Later on Kryz did the same with the idea of Karma. Causing many to believe that their good actions will be rewarded and their evil actions punished. While Kryz himself will not punish and reward each individual, he will act only on some very special and specific cases.
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Soon after these two messages were sent to Kryz's people, they formed an idea all there own. They began veiwing certain things as unavoidable. The only common things amongst these thoughts were Death and the After Life. They began viewing these as inevitable and named them just that, the Inevitables. While some viewed these as unavoidable truths, others believed that nothing was inevitable and everything could somehow be avoided. In teaching the idea of Karma and Destiny, Kryz had indirectly taught the people the idea of Inevitables.
Teach Populous(4 of 5 AP): Destiny
Teach Populous(3 of 5 AP): Karma
Teach Populous(2 of 5 AP): Inevitables
Gain Portfolio Element (0 of 5 AP): Destiny
Post by: filiusenox on June 14, 2009, 02:01:10 pm
Titus then made three more specks of earth which he sent into the orbit of Var.
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 14, 2009, 02:15:41 pm
Post by: Grek on June 14, 2009, 06:49:45 pm
Rhuax shaped from smoke three beings which looked like the mortals yet radiated light a pale light. The first was a Storm-kin, the second a Merman and the third a ranger of the Gar. These would be his messengers.
He sent the first to the strongest of the Storm-kin, those who's power and rank had been stripped why Kryz declared that the Great Arena was not to be used to decide what was just and what was unjust. The first messenger spoke to them and spoke thusly,
"It is the mighty who are just, for a loving and kind god would make the just mighty. I am a messenger of that most holy of divinities. He bids you, follow me to a world beyond and sow the seeds of justice there and punish the unjust. For this good deed, you shall be rewarded greatly. In one week, the time will come. You will return here and I shall lead you into the lands of darkness and evil. You shall be as a great torch, that brings light to the world and as a sword which punishes the sinful."
He sent the second of the messengers to the mermen who traded with humanity and had, up untill now, been at peace with mankind. It spoke:
"Meeerrmeen. It iss I, Gloobglob Meesssheeerrrbruub. I bear a terrible message, a warning from the Gods above! The meeen who live on the shooore shall betraaaay ussssss! They have stolen a mighty tool from the Gods, a book of magic and power! They willll uuuse it to destroooy you! You must rise up from the seeaas and slay them all before it iss too late!"
He sent the third messengers to the conclave of druids and rangers, deep within the forest. It arrived just as they began the annual "Burn wood in honor of the mighty Rhuax and then wrestle all night in honor of Wayock" festival. It spoke thusly,
"High Druids of the Council! Ill news! The mermen of the seas plan war upon the peoples of the land. Me must move our forces away from the old gateway and to the sea, lest we be overrun by merish warriors and fail in our sacred duty."
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Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on June 14, 2009, 10:47:14 pm
"For long I have waited and planned. Waited and thought. Waited and brooded. For the decision I am about to make is not one I do lightly. But my hand was forced by one...
I place my self in allegiance with you, and Garish."
Post by: Psyco Jelly on June 14, 2009, 11:32:00 pm
"I have already offered Garish a deal, but he remains silent. I hold my allegiance to him, but you, Rhuax, worry me."
Velik Broj looked upon the material plane. His elves could cope with darkness, but it troubled them. Velik Broj took a small shrub, and twisted it. He filled it with rotting energy, making it bloated and grey. He took many plants and did the same, they thrived off of rot and darkness. Some were phosphorescent, and were as bright as a torch. His elves began to grow farms of these to produce ambient lighting, and even contests of the most brilliant pattern of different lights.
Create Populous: (Fungus) 3/5 AP.
The darkness from the void began to envelope the material plane. Black energy began to swallow the darkest reaches, and since there was no sun, nothing would wither them away.
Pestilence: (All in darkness) 2/5 AP.
He was now the undisputed master of the decaying energies.
Gain Portfolio Element: (Negative Energy) 0/5 AP
Post by: CJ1145 on June 15, 2009, 11:45:59 am
But first, Thiliazari would need these guards. He went to his tree, Tin'ziil. As he approached it, the tree's brilliance grew a hundred fold, and all the land was showered with light. But the land did not burn, for it was a good light, one that was warm, but not scorching, and not harmful. Thiliazari began to sing, and the tree vibrated with joy at the sound. Inside the tree, something was born, and the god's song drew it further and further from inside the tree, until it had exited into the world around. It looked at itself. What was it? It was a he, he decided. But was was his name? Who was he? He looked at himself. He was a golden color, much like the tree behind him. He felt heavy, but as though he could fly from weightlessness. He came to the water surrounding the golden tree, and looked into it. His face was fair, with sharp angles and pointed ears. His hair was a shimmering white, and fell past his shoulders. His eyes were an indistinguishable color. As he stared, they were deep blue, but sprung into a shimmering green, only to regress into a blazing red. The longer he looked, the deeper he was drawn into his own eyes... so he looked back into the tree, and now noticed the strange mist that extended all around it, seemingly for miles.
Suddenly, the mist around the tree condensed, and took form. A voice, soothing and beautiful spoke to him.
"You, my child, are Deniitzi. And your people..." He, Deniitzi as he now was, turned to look at the tree. More of him came from it, and soon dozens surrounded him.
"they are the Na'rin."
Create populace (Na'rin): 1/3 AP remains
"You will be the guardians of my realm. You will nurture it, and you will serve it. And you, Deniitzi, will lead them in their quest."
Beget God-ish (Deniitzi): FREE ACTION, 1/3 AP remains
"Now, then, sit, all of you, and I shall teach you the first tool you shall require in this task. You hold within you the power to bend reality itself to your will..."
Teach populace (magic): 0/3 AP remaining
Post by: filiusenox on June 15, 2009, 05:07:51 pm
A herald appeared to The king of Ynoclia in a dream.He told him to goto the shallows on the third day after today and to be prepared to leave this land FOREVER. The king set his advisors and freinds to organize his people for a mass exodus to a new realm.When they reached the shallows they saw a bright shining blue portal.All of the kingdom walked into that portal and was transported to a lush tropical island.They saw the crabtaurs throw the best of their herds into the water and thank Titus, for he had blessed them all with a great place to live.
Titus then norusihed the land and made trees and gardens.(used last of ap.)
((none of my races live in the materail plane now.))
Post by: Fortis on June 15, 2009, 10:01:22 pm
“This world is lost, but another opens for you. Come to Aether, and leave this stricken plane,” Usaria said the dream. To their mind’s eyes, they saw a path leading to a mountain and a river. When the people awoke, if they chose to heed the dream, they gathered their belongings, packed what food they had left, and set out through the dark lands. The path they set out on matched what they saw in their dreams perfectly, and when they arrived, the herald of Usaria awaited them, bringing a gentle light to a portion of the dark material plane
Beings of all manners gathered at the mountain and the river, and Usaria accepted them all, regardless of their creator, if they were good in her judgment. She reached out her power again and lifted up the whole mountain with the people on top. Wrapping it in her power, the mountain shifted to Aether, and set it upon the land of Eos.
“Those that can be saved, have been,” Usaria said sadly. “Now, we must tend to our own lands. None must enter this realm, save for those who have earned the fellowship of our pantheon.” And Aether agreed. The barrier around Aether shifted, so that none besides Kryz, Titus, and Aaron could enter.
Meanwhile, in the land of Istamoshor, the star Maia, bereft of it’s creator’s power, faded into nothingness.
Move land: Mountain and river to Aether. 2 AP
Lock Plane: All but Kryz, Titus, and Aaron are barred. 2 AP
AP 1/5
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on June 16, 2009, 12:07:07 am
Spoiler: Actions (click to show/hide)
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 16, 2009, 02:05:18 am
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on June 16, 2009, 03:31:40 am
Deep within the earth Wayock felt what he was looking for, randomly he stopped. Turned to face the rough-hewn wall of the shaft. He hefted his pick and dug at the wall, this continued for an age till he found what he was looking for. A copper vein. He dug more, and found a vein of hematite. He took some of both metals back and smelted them, making them from the ore they were into the metal he wanted. He took them and crafted from them a simple, unadorned copper axe head. From the iron he made a simple pole of solid iron. He took these and fitted them together. He started carving the metal, forming patterns. With the loving care of a mother he made this tool of war into something fit for a god.
He made the Axe of Wayock.
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Post by: Grek on June 16, 2009, 04:05:16 am
"There shall be a rain of fire upon the world and all things shall be burned away."
With that, Rhuax filled Istamoshor with magma and opened the portals to the prime material back open, letting magma rain from the sky. He ripped open a gateway to Kryz's realms, sending his messenger to bring forth the armies of Stormkin be beguiled. The Hielophagii also gathered, and prepared for war.
And so they marched, out to the prime Material Plane.
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Post by: Iituem on June 16, 2009, 07:13:52 am
Amongst all the mind wisps in the endless forests of Kiranatos, the greatest was held to be -.--. -.-- was the brightest and strongest of the wisps and one of the few who carried the secret of taming fire. Throughout his life, -.-- profited from this knowledge as he flowed trough the forest, his small tribe of wisps drifting along the currents of knowledge, the rich streams of information that flowed through the trees, exchanging grand secrets of which they had no comprehension as animals might drink water from and add to a stream. The time came that -.-- began to grow old and weak and he feared the day when he might dissolve completely, the knowledge that made up his being returning to the great stream. Such fear often prompted him to take moments of solitude and upon one such moment he met the Other.
The Other had the appearance of a mind-wisp like himself, larger and brighter and tinged with purple streams. -.-- quivered before it in awe.
"-.-- ~-¬.-...-~!" said the Other. "..,'-~~.-"
".,`--`,.~?" asked -.--.
".'`,...---~,."
"~...`,..'.'.~~--..~!"
"~~~...~.`,,.'''`.,,'~"
"~...~...~`.---`.',~---?"
"..-"
"-.---.--.--~~~.- ~.~``',...!"
"..-"
"-.--! -.--,... '.'.,,,~~~ -.--!"
"-.."
"..'..---. ..-"
"---!"
With that, the deal was done. -.-- returned to his tribe, strength renewed and possessed of greater power than before. His life was long and fruitful, but in the fullness of time he was slain in combat by another wisp who he had wronged in his proud ascent. When this had come to pass, his spirit did not return to the great stream, but instead became a tiny gem in the hand of a moustachio'd man. His treasure obtained, Turpis smiled and shifted away from Kiratanos, having stolen the secrets of fire.
Beneath a Scorched Sky
Genedin looked up at the sky in fear and uncertainty. The black rift of Istamoshur that had brought such darkness to the world and changed the swamps of his fledgling city from a poisonous murk of trees to a poisonous, decaying and cannibalistic mass of fungous growths now burned with the fury of dying suns. Streams of liquid fire rained down from it across the land, meteoric strokes of death scarring and twisting all within its wake. The very skies had changed, clouds streaked the colour of flame in reflection of the chaos above and below. As the planet turned, the rift appeared to move across the land, lava streaming from it in a belt of destruction that cut a swathe across the realm. Genedin had already consulted what sages and astrologers existed within his community, who believed that the rift would grace the swamps only barely, but enough to bring fire and destruction to the pockets of marsh gas throughout it.
"A terrifying thought, is it not?"
Genedin spun around, stone dagger flicking instantly into his palm. Sat on a heavy rock atop the mound upon which the Nezumi leader had stood looking up at the burning sky was a human dressed in strange skins of fine texture and purple as the skin of the rarer swampland toads. He sported a greying moustache and a ring of strangely appealing metal around one eye.
"How did you pass my guards?" demanded Genedin. He looked to the base of the hill, where the eight loyal blackfur Nezumi stood watch while Genedin took time for his reflections. They seemed unharmed and alert, yet had clearly not seen the human approach.
"They will not interrupt us," said the human. "In fact, they cannot hear either of us. Rest assured, this conversation is private to all save the gods. My name is Turpis, Genedin. I have come for you."
"You have come to slay me, then?" Genedin flexed his fingers on the dagger's hilt.
"Far from it. I have come to save you."
"Save me?" Turpis gestured to the swollen, blistering skies.
"I hold the secret to controlling fire, Genedin." The human raised a hand, in which was grasped a polished blue stone. Within it, Genedin could see the tiny outline of a glimmering wisp. "This is Prometheus. He can teach you and your people everything you need to know about fire. How to quench it, how to tame it, how to make it your slave and how to make it a weapon. You wish your people to survive and prosper? This is the key. What do you say?"
"I say... what is the price?"
"Two beetles from the swarm of the Thousand."
"What?!" exclaimed Genedin. "That is an outrage, that is blasphemy!"
"It's not blasphemy if another god does it, trust me. In return, I will not only pass on the secret of taming fire, but two other secrets that will bring glory and power to Velik Broj's people. That is my offer to the Thousand. My offer to you is that these secrets will go to you and your city and not to, say, the Empire. My price to you is your first-born son."
"The priest?"
"Yes, the priest. His life and his soul. If Velik Broj agrees to my deal with It, but you and your son do not agree to my deal with you, I will pass it on to the Empire instead. To Emperor Datan, who has slain hundreds of your people in his cruelty, who drives the Nezumi to destruction at the counsel of his advisors." Genedin gritted his pointed little teeth at this.
"That is your offer?"
"Yes, that is my offer. Consider it, but be aware that I do not have-"
Turpis turned suddenly as a line of shimmering energy tore through the air beside him. He leapt and rolled to the side as the line split open and an axe, silver-bladed and burning with ruby flames, thudded into the ground where the man had stood. Genedin leapt back as another human, garbed in shimmering silver plates of metal, stepped through the portal before it closed and wrenched the blood-fire axe from the ground.
"There is no escape, deceiver!" cried the apparition as it swung again at the robed man. Turpis ducked and glanced at Genedin.
"Consider my offer. I will know how you choose."
Turpis fragmented suddenly, exploding into a swarm of buzzing insects and streaming away into the ochre sky. The apparition transformed as well, launching itself after him in the form of a great silver-winged bird with bloodied tips. Genedin watched the two flee for a time, then descended the hill to think about the visitation he had received.
Spoiler: Offer (click to show/hide)
Post by: CJ1145 on June 16, 2009, 11:37:35 am
He created a herald, a black and twisted thing with a thousand mouths, each with a curse and blight upon its lips. He filled this herald with all his rage, and sent it toward Rhuax, with a single message among thousands of insults and slanders.
"What have you done to this wonderful place? The work of so many has been drowned and forever buried by your foolish and selfish act! You are no god, a god is a benevolent creature that cares for and nurtures the earth. You are a devil, and as a devil you shall be treated! Know that this deed shall not go unpunished!"
Post by: Psyco Jelly on June 16, 2009, 01:13:53 pm
"I accept your terms. I do, however, know that the Lord of Fire is extremely vain and greedy. He may seek to smite you for this action. Velik Broj is a neutral party to him, but Rhuax treats neutrals as bad as his enemies. Did you know that we once had a true sun here? A ball of fire that lit and warmed rather than scorched and blinded?
It's worth the risk. The thousand's power shall strengthen you in turn for fire.
You are resourceful for a slave. Who is your owner?"
Post by: Iituem on June 16, 2009, 02:00:38 pm
"Slave? I suppose I am, yes. I am owned by that which is neither sun nor moon, light nor dark, beneath the air yet above the earth, across the water and untouched by fire. Neither day nor night hold dominion o'er me, nor shall the decay of entropy touch me. I am beyond nature and unfettered by machines, untrammelled by order and above the law. I am no slave to creation, nor minion of change, uplifted by knowledge but not bound by it, empowered by ignorance yet enlightened myself. I am servant to all who both seek the truth for themselves and conceal it from others, and to those who profit from its distribution."
He held out his hand, offering the shimmering stone.
"You have a year and a day to prepare your son and the price I have asked. I will come for them both at that time. As for Rhuax... He might well take issue first of all with the one I stole fire from; the who stole fire from Him."
Teach Populace (Nezumi): Fire Use 0/1AP
((Currently taught to the Nezumi under Genedin's command. If someone spends a couple of APs to give Genedin a faction, it will default to that organisation.))
Post by: Archangel on June 17, 2009, 05:32:46 am
He forced the lava back through the portals.
Action:
Counter: "Pestilence: Magma is raining from the sky."
1/3AP left (I think)
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 17, 2009, 05:41:36 pm
The first living things to inhabit this plane were the trees, which are made of precious and semi-precious stones. (create populous: plants 2/4 AP)
The next were the creatures that lurked within the earth, the decomposers and the producers. They were made of dirt and stones (create populous: decomposers/producers 0/4 AP)
Post by: Naze on June 18, 2009, 05:12:15 pm
Create Land: Continent of Carcosa (3/5)
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
Teach populous: Malice (Humans) (2/5 AP left)
Teach populous: Madness (Humans) (1/5 AP left)
Teach populous: Blasphemy (Humans) (0/5 AP left)
Post by: Archangel on June 21, 2009, 02:19:36 am
Thurasa stood in the entrance, pushed the tip of her sword into the stone and rested a hand on the hilt. With her other hand she unfastened her heavy cloak and threw it aside. She was wearing a chain mail shirt, under which was leather and over which was a yellow tunic that had a black cross on the front.
"There is no escape, traitor. Surrender and our creator will be merciful. Do not try to Change, 'brother', neither of us can right now. Rotarn made sure of that. So what is your choice, deceiver?"
Amongst the Senon:
"Whadda ya mean we gotta form and army? Why?"
"Rotarn Himself says that a vast force is coming to attack very soon and you must be ready to fight it."
"Alright. But I ain't joinin'."
(Note to self: Raise an army as soon as possible. Not next turn though)
(Action:
Teach populace: Tactics. No AP left)
Message to the gods who abandoned the Material Plane (Titus and Usaria I believe, but there might have been others):
"Come back and fight ya cowards!"
Post by: Iituem on June 21, 2009, 09:42:48 am
Turpis spoke, the currents of air in the cavern wafting and warping and giving the impression that he spoke from several different angles at once. It was a parlour trick, but he could not afford his voice to betray his position.
"Mercy? What mercy did your master have in mind, Thurasa? A swift death? Or perhaps a return to our glorious society, where you would have me be a slave?"
"There is no slavery amongst the Senon!" Thurasa called out, lifting the sword's tip from the ground and pacing forward cautiously into the darkness. "That is reserved for those of the kind whose form you take, Turpise'Niaané."
"My name is Turpis," growled the hidden demiurge. He caught himself and switched back to a more jovial tone. "Still, I'm happy for you that you believe that. It is a pleasant fiction."
"The truth is no fiction," said Thurasa, swinging the sword low by the ground in search of hidden obstacles or traps.
"There you are mistaken, Thura. 'Truth' is the greatest of all fictions. I should know, I work with it on a daily basis. How do you know what the Truth is, Thura?"
"Thurasa," said the crusader calmly, though her eye twitched slightly at the name. "I know what the truth is because unlike you, Turpise, I know the difference between right and wrong. Rotarn allows me to... see."
Thurasa'Seaané struck the floor of the cavern sharply with the tip of her sword, a brilliant white flame tinged with strokes of crimson running through the blade. Darkness fled before it and Thurasa brought the sword up and lunged, striking Turpis in the heart. She cursed sharply as the form splintered and cracked before her, pulling the sword away from the mirrored surface. Turning swiftly with her sword raised, she was greeted by a thousand images of the trickster ranging at her from every mirror-like facet of the cave.
"If Rotarn allows you to see," said the pacing image of the errant Senon, thumbing the beads in his hand, "then permit me to share a viewpoint. Who taught you what was right and what was wrong? Rotarn. Who gave us our powers and then chained us with the morality not to use them? Rotarn. Who kept you within His grasp and moulded you as He saw fit? Rotarn. Rotarn did not create this world, Thura, He merely stumbled upon it. He isn't of it, He wasn't born here. We were." The form turned suddenly and took a few sidesteps, setting Thurasa on edge as she studied the mirrored reflections for clues to the traitor's presence.
"Do you even remember mortality?" Turpis asked suddenly. The question took Thurasa by surprise.
"Of course I do," she answered stiffly.
"What was it like?"
"I see no reason to tell you, deceiver."
"Humour me," said Turpis' image as it drew a circle on one of the walls with its finger. Thura looked around for the circle and found it marked with a darkened ring around the spot where she had shattered the cavern rock.
"I would rather not," she said, marking the spot as a point of reference.
"Then allow me to take a guess. You were special, not quite like the others. Apart from them, perhaps you thought above, though I'm sure you would never admit to such. You took to heart Rotarn's teachings very literally, strode through the world seeing it through the filters of right and wrong. How am I doing?"
Thurasa was silent, though her eye was twitching again. She lunged at an image of Turpis and it ducked to the side, her blade scraping real fabric for a moment before she lost track of the demiurge again.
"Lucky," muttered Turpis darkly before resuming his more casual tone. "Eventually the day came when Rotarn Himself noticed your drive. He branded you a 'Crusader', the first of your kind. No doubt He called you a shining light, a beacon to the world. Were you proud of that? Proud enough to forge your own weapon in celebration," he said, nodding towards Thurasa's sword.
"The Senon are far from closed-minded," said Thurasa, circling the cave in search of her mark.
"Oh, I know, we would hardly have spread across the world if we were not." Turpis' eyes hardened. "But you are, Thurasa. You would have us all bend to your rules, to your right and wrong, whether we wished to or not. Don't try and tell me that 'sword', as you call it, is for defence alone. You seek out those you consider wrong and bring them to an end, without a care for their free will."
"They cared little for the free will of those they harmed," replied Thurasa harshly.
"That does not excuse you, though."
"What of those you brought to their ends? I see your little collection there is growing." Turpis fingered the little string of beads absently.
"They were given a choice. Yes, certainly I trapped them, but their own weaknesses and 'vice' as you might call it led them there. My method preserved freedom, Thurasa. The freedom to take the consequences. Everyone should have free choice, Thurasa. Even you."
Thurasa turned and found Turpis, the real Turpis, stood in front of her holding a mirrored circle of glass.
"Here is an enemy of more danger to you and your cause than I. I have no quarrel with your master if He makes no quarrel with me, but I take issue where the matter of free will is concerned."
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Post by: The Willow Wisp on June 22, 2009, 12:18:43 am
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Kryz then retreated to a space between the planes. This place was the place where Kryz had previously trained to better himself. Kryz proceeded to draw upon the same power he had to make a copy of himself. Kryz then created a 2nd copy of himself and proceeded to fight them at the same time. The fight was brutal and savage. Each Kryz fighting to win, and each Kryz fighting to kill. The original Kryz struck at the 1st copy. The strike stuck him just to the left of the heart, ending the copy. The second copy used this to his advantage. Striking with a bolt of lighting, he blasted the orginal Kryz with all the energy left in his body. The blow connected, to the copy's joy, with Kryz's heart. The joy then turned to dread when the body of Kryz vanished in a gust of wind. The copy, with no energy left to fight, simply kneeled; awaiting his end. Kryz appeared before him and, with a smile, pulled him to his feet. Pointing to the mark left by the lightning bolt, Kryz patted his copy on the back and said, "You managed to land a direct hit. Impressive. Maybe next time you might actually defeat this one." The copy then melted into Kryz and Kryz was again whole and alone. This battle left Kryz both drained and empowed. Kryz then decided to rest and recuperate.
Gain Protfolio Element (3 of 5 AP): Fate
Raise Divine Rank (0 of 5 AP): DR is now 9
(P.S.- Psycojelly said that since I started typing this post before Midnight on sunday local time, it is still part of the last cycle. This means I can post in this cycle just in case someone was going to be confused as to why I'm technically posting twice in the same cycle.)
Post by: Archangel on June 22, 2009, 02:29:12 am
Post by: Psyco Jelly on June 22, 2009, 02:31:13 am
"And here you shall have a portion of my power for my own use. My Nezumi's control over fire puts me at an advantageous position, especially since the flaming rain has abruptly ended. I hope we can continue such dealings, as they are quite profitable."
Genedin gathered at the arranged meeting place with his firstborn, dressed in spider silks,
"I know not what he will do with you, son. But I never go back on a deal, and this is best as a whole."
"I'd gladly give my life to see those bastards go up in flames. If the alver take my soul I will come back to torment them, I want to see the last one of them lamenting his fate, spare his life so that he may be my slave."
"Then the Thousand will see that we are a better empire, and he may take his throne of our building."
"I have one question before I leave."
"And what might that be?"
"What happens to souls if the Alver don't take them?"
"I... I'm not sure."
"I suppose I'll see."
Genedin and his son waited patiently for Turpis to arrive, and each expected the worst.
Post by: CJ1145 on June 22, 2009, 07:57:36 am
He needed more power...more...more...more.
...
Deniitzi sat amongst his people. He had grown even larger, and stood an impressive height, almost two heads taller than his people. Thiliazari, as their god called himself, said it was equivalent to 3 meters, though what a meter was had yet to be explained. His people had been appointed the guardians of the realm they had been blessed with. Deniitzi had gotten a brief moment to look at the world they might have been born in, the Material Plane, and saw that it was a terrible place, with no light, little food, and a host of vicious, tribal people that fought for a diverse range of petty reasons.
He sat with his people, attempting to fully develop their magical capabilities, which Thiliazari had bestowed upon them. Deniitzi was the first to master it, performing a wide range of spells that could only be described as "miracles".
Suddenly, a pang of discomfort coursed through his body. He looked at the mist, their god, that always floated above them, and saw it was changing. Bolts of energy shot through the mist, vortexes swirling and changing the very composition of the being. It began to shine, and change color from a dark gray to a golden shimmer, with the Great Tree growing ever-brighter to accompany it. Deniitzi sensed what was happening-a great power was forming in Thiliazari, the power that he had spoke of, which he would use to make the land safe again. The Na'Rin, one by one, fell to their knees in prayer, and cried out in a single, heavenly voice.
The herald of Thiliazari heard the cry, and was deeply affected by it. It rode out of the realm, to the material plane, and set itself as a projector for the holy chorus. The song rang out across all the corners of the world, and for a brief moment, all activities stopped as the creatures and people of the Material Plane alike stopped to listen.
And all at once, it faded, and life resumed. But all was not the same, as Deniitzi was right. Thiliazari had grown stronger. Much stronger.
Raise Divine Rank (0/3 AP remaining)
Post by: Iituem on June 22, 2009, 08:18:18 am
"I prefer to deal from a position of strength, or at least not from one of absolute weakness. Permit me to conclude a deal I have in progress, than we will visit your master. You may even attend the deal yourself. In fact, I insist."
Post by: filiusenox on June 22, 2009, 10:08:15 am
Titus then grew in power.(OUT OF AP.)
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 22, 2009, 05:08:15 pm
Then, Joriak decided that it was time. Time to create a race of creatures capable of true thought. He based them on the form of the high queen, but smaller in form. They were organised into a caste system, with queens on the top, followed by drones, followed by soldiers, followed by guards, followed by workers; and at the very bottom there was the very, very big ones used to dig and construct the mounds that they lived in. They were called the borers. Create Populace 0/4 AP
2X Create Populous.
Post by: filiusenox on June 23, 2009, 12:14:16 pm
But in his palace he rembered the war that was brewing on the mortal plane. He went to Netune and crafted a training site for the future armys that would fight for him. He took a Human that had wacthed the Deep elves raid his village and told him to learn sandcrafting from the mermen.He did.Titus gave this human a gift. He could now breath under water,sandcraft blades and armor, and teach people to fight.(create godish:Zar Kag Titunsa Cadan((in english it means Teacher Of Water Elementals.)).)
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 24, 2009, 01:46:13 am
Ragzajal was the first. She was created seperatley from the others. She was created to be larger, more powerful. A near-deity in fact. She was there when Joriak, creator of all there is made the rest of her race. She was there when he made the trees. She was there when he made the animals. She was currently watching the workers as they collected material for the hive. Unlike most things in these realms, they did not need to be told how to do this, after all, they are hive insects and such things come naturally to them. The hive would eventually take the form of a huge spire, with a massive spherical structure at the plinth. It was far, far away from being complete, however and only the very bottom of it was in the first stages of construction.
Being bored with the movements of the workers, she set off to take her place with the other queens.
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on June 24, 2009, 01:56:46 am
Wayock then taught them about weapons. They used simple clubs and simple swords, not the weapons befit the mighty Ger. He gave them information on all types of weapons, from blades to axes, from hammers to bows. He taught them to make them strong, and hardy. But simple, and easy to make. Along with this, he taught them to make armor. From plate to chain, they created huge pieces for the massive Ger. He gave them ideas to create shields, thus they incorporated all these tools of war into their training and tactics. They created a small, but professional army of both Ger and Dwellers.
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Wayock retreated back to Valhalla, to begin this cycles decisions, to give the dead admission. Or refuse them, and let them float to where ever they went.
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Post by: Iituem on June 24, 2009, 12:43:46 pm
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The high-pitched, sibilant verse of nezumi warriors provided a deranged descant to the affricate chants of the human slaves, filling the bog with an unearthly chorus unrecognisable as anything the aether elves would consider music. Carefully constructed fires formed a ring around the midnight marsh and the gathered warriors banged bone and chitin weapons against brightly coloured carapace shells as the slaves were herded toward the great pit of murky water at the centre of the glade. Genedin's son Nezzedin, slicked black fur clashing with the dim whites of his silk robes, stood with a powerful relic at his side; a foreign dagger of rare copper, hammered and cut by the legendary Gar of distant lands.
His narrow eyes flicked across the gathered crowds, searching for the one he awaited. They halted for a time upon a dark shadow cast by a mangrove tree. The shadow trembled, then was cast aside by the purple-robed human figure like a cloak as he strode into the ring, the nezumi warriors making way for the newcomer. The human clutched a scrap of paper in one hand and gave a curt nod to the nezumi priest, who raised his blade and cried out in a murine shriek. With truly rodent agility, the blackfur priest stalked through the crowd of human slaves, slitting throats in wild abandon. He screeched out the holy chant as the verse of the warriors continued, lifeless bodies slumping beside the pit, blood draining freely into the murky water.
Genedin caught sight of the Others first. Stepping from the shadowy trees not as the demigod had done but rather bleeding from it as if being woven afresh from darkness, vaguely humanoid impressions descended slowly upon the clearing, joining ranks with the gathered nezumi and bringing a slow chill to the air. Some of the fires quivered and went out. Meantime, a grey mist spread over the pit of the bog, deepening in shadw until it too became a mass of malevolent darkness. The alver stepped forward, heaving the bodies into the pit as the last of the human slaves was slain, shadowy hands reaching up from the inky pool to drag them into the hungry void. When all the bodies were consumed by the abyss a single figure emerged from the pit, rising up as if carried by unseen mechanisms. It was undistinguishable from the other alver, save for a voice that buzzed like locust swarms and two glimmering red scarabs for eyes.
The gate.. stands... ready!
[Awaiting Psyco to continue this in whatever fashion he has in mind, or for someone to try and intervene.]
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 24, 2009, 05:17:54 pm
They had decided that they would shift the location of the future hive slightly to take advantage of this new development.
Post by: Psyco Jelly on June 25, 2009, 04:43:18 pm
And the nothingness was inside of him.
(Given 2AP to Turpis, part of previous agreement. 3/5 remaining.)
As soon as it was there, the portal pulled the Alver and their collected souls back to the Hungry void. The Nezumi were silent, for a moment, and their prayer ended as Velik Broj's image faded.
Post by: Iituem on June 25, 2009, 05:13:28 pm
With a supreme effort of will, the dying hero-deity stood.
Nezzedin, came a whispering voice in the nezumi priest's head, cutting through the incoherent screaming of the molten flesh. You must fulfill your side of the bargain. Approach me.
The blackfur nezumi shut his eyes and took a step forward, hesitating.
Approach me! the voice demanded with more than a hint of urgency. Not a whole lot of the Senon's frame was left, consumed as it was by the chilling black inferno. Nezzedin contemplated reneging on the deal, letting the would-be god burn and remaining with his father.
But then, would they have the strength alone to reach glory?
He turned to his father.
"Make them burn, father," he said in a cold, proud voice. "For me. Make them burn."
The nezumi strode forward and grasped the ragged shreds of the godling's hand, the last fragments of flesh amongst the fire. The nezumi did not scream as the darkness enveloped him; no such time was allowed him. The dark fire simply spread around and over him, engulfing the two bodies in a pair of indistinct hazes. It held, then burned itself away, leaving a single form.
The purple-robed, be-monocled human turned to Genedin with a smile and two bright red scarabs where his eyes should have been. He blinked, and a moment later they appeared human again.
"His part is done, and mine shall yet be fulfilled. You will find your next gift at the heart of the Elven Empire, in Emperor Datan's own glade. First, though, I have a meeting to attend."
The demigod wrapped his cloak around himself like a mountebank and was gone.
Ascend: 3AP [0/1+2]
Divine Rank: 1
Post by: Iituem on June 25, 2009, 05:35:57 pm
He checked himself over, expecting horrible burns from the experience; healthy and whole as he had been that very morning. Assuming that this was the same day, at any rate. He had no idea how much time could have passed. His robe was intact, but dyed instead a silvery sort of grey, woven with black patterns. The copper dagger in his pockets was still there and so was the holy symbol of - ah, no, it wasn't, was it? Nezzdin picked out the little copper ring on a chain, a little hint from his benefactor to his future role. He smirked at that and held it lightly in one hand, dagger in the other, as he proceeded down the cavern.
At the end of the tunnel surrounding a massive heap of the glowing fungi, enough for serviceable light, was a chamber filled with strange and massive creatures, six-limbed and so densely packed with muscle Nezzedin initially mistook them for gigantic, malformed maggots. The creatures were using stone and copper tools to dig through the rock and extract the shining veins of native copper therein, as well as to mould the extracted pieces with impressive skill into objects of art, utility and (primarily) war.
Upon seeing him, the Ger cried out in alarm and began raising their weapons. Nezzedin found to his great surprise that he could understand what they shouted; it did not bode well for his survival. He gripped his dagger and his symbol, readying himself for a fight, when he felt a sensation in his off-hand. He glanced at the monocle and followed the almost instinctual command.
The Ger cried out in surprise and panic when the strange rat-like creature vanished before their eyes. They hacked and stabbed at the place that it ahd been to no avail. The largest and heaviest of the Ger miners yelled out commands to find the rat and kill it, shouting and bellowing right up until the moment he felt the pressure of a murine hand on his shoulder and began to scream. Welts and rotting, putrescent sores began to spread across his body until he fell to the ground in a crying heap. The tiny rat-like creature stood behind him, gripping a ring of copper and one of their own blades.
"My name is Nezzedin," it said with a smirk. "And I bear a message."
Mortal Herald: Nezzedin (Lvl 7 Nezumi Cleric)
Free Action
Post by: Poltifar on June 27, 2009, 05:43:29 am
Post by: Grek on June 27, 2009, 10:35:28 am
"I have long awaited this day! Titus has fled this world, and his pathetic mermen with him. Now Rhuax shall reign! The true Lord of this World, Rhuax, King of Flame! Muhahahahahaha!"
And so, victorious, the Mighty Rhuax's divine hand reach out from beyond the planes and touched the waters of Nitomushul, boiling them away in a single terrible instant. In their place, seas of Magma and Flame shimmered into existance, endlessly burning along the coasts where men once traded with the mermen.
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Post by: Poltifar on June 27, 2009, 11:16:19 am
Then, he swept up some of the surviving Eldritch Archons from the material plane, and infused them with Primal Eldritch energies, energies far beyond those that normally coursed through their bodies. Fusing them together, he reshaped the mass of sentient magical elements into a long, slender serpent-like creation, not truly a living creature, yet not truly an inanimate object. The humongous creation, as large as the the infinitely-tall Truelore Library, would be left to wander and guard Alether's plane for now.
And thus, Alether went back to work on his plans, plans with which he shall be aided by a truly mysterious and devious being...
Lock Plane: All except those Alether grants passage to (2AP)
Create Battle Artifact: Guardian of the Lore, (3AP)
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Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 27, 2009, 11:24:24 am
Post by: Psyco Jelly on June 27, 2009, 12:46:47 pm
"Rhuax. You have finally gone mad. I was previously indifferent to you and your efforts, but now I oppose you. You have made yourself many enemies, and they we will chastise you for your actions."
Counter Action (Mold Land) 2AP 1/5 remaining.
Post by: The Willow Wisp on June 27, 2009, 01:08:29 pm
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Kryz then decided that he needed to start a connection between Zynlon and Aether. Kryz conjured a portal on his plane. The portal looked like an elaborate crystaline door which, when opened, led to Aether. He then made a second portal on Aether which was the exact same except that it led from Aether to Zynlon. The doors allow all of Kryz's followers and Usaria's followers to move between the two Planes. It didn't take long before the Storm-kin wandered through the doors into Aether. While they did react with caution upon first contact with the Aether Elves, the Storm-kin soon formed an alliance with the Aether Elves. They were both powerful races and would be the most loyal of allies.
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Time had passed since the Storm-kin and Aether Elves formed their alliance. Some parts of both societies had mixed. In some parts of Zynlon, Aether Elves lived amog the Storm-kin and in some parts of Aether, Storm-kin lived among the Aether Elves. As they intermingled, some Storm-kin and Aether Elves fell in love. These unions gave birth to a subrace of both races. They were known as Storm-elves in some parts and Aether-kin in others. This subrace had the appearance of the Elves with the ability to manipulate wind like the Storm-kin. A select few of these Storm-elves were a product of Aether-elves and Boltlings. This gave them the apearance of Aether Elves, ability of Storm-kin, and the God-like speed of Boltlings. They were accepted in both societies completely and fully.
Lock Plane (3 of 5 AP): Locked to all but Titus, Usaria, and their followers
Create Portal (1 of 5 AP): From Zynlon to Aether
Create Subrace ( 0 of 5 AP): Storm-elves/Aether-kin
Post by: Psyco Jelly on June 27, 2009, 02:29:27 pm
Velik Broj, to Rhuax
"To think you, Rhuax, are one that once would devote your power to constructing Nitomushul, have decided to destroy it. You are volatile. Too volatile. You are as unstable as a candle in the middle of a windstorm. I was tolerant, accepting even of your actions. But now you threaten all of my holdings. You are an unbalancing power. One that should be stopped before all is left barren.
You shall be slain and your corpse lit so that the bastard flames may shine in the skies."
Velik Broj, to all
"And the names I curse even more are those that would rather retreat from the material than protect it from tyrants such as these. You are either lazy or incompetent, or both. You may hold the facade of good, while you let innocent creations burn. I give you a chance to fight this menace. Those who would rather remain idle will have no place in the new realm."
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 27, 2009, 02:41:01 pm
"Would it be that I could. But I cannot. I am new of this world and weak. Look to another."
Post by: Iituem on June 27, 2009, 02:59:20 pm
Well, that wouldn't do at all. Turpis spoke to the empty sea, the words sifting into the Void to be picked up by those who could hear such things.
Turpis, to All
"Let it not be said that I stood idly by while Nitomushul burned. In what little ways I can, I will not do nothing in the time of its utter destruction. The world is too much fun to be left solely to rot and ruin."
Post by: Grek on June 27, 2009, 03:15:38 pm
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 27, 2009, 03:24:08 pm
Post by: filiusenox on June 27, 2009, 03:40:17 pm
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 27, 2009, 03:45:54 pm
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on June 27, 2009, 06:24:56 pm
He muttered to himself as he eyed the new dead.
"Some people go too far."
Post by: Poltifar on June 28, 2009, 12:10:13 am
"I have never retreated from the material plane, considering I never had much part in its creation in the first place. Even so, the only reason I am warding my plane was to prepare for a counterattack against the pathetic being who wronged me. But it seems that we have more important problems now, as Nitomushul's destruction would hinder all of our plans, including my plans as well. I offer you my aid in stopping Rhuax's madness if such actions he continues committing, but we need atleast one more ally if the god of war Wayock aids Rhuax."
"Titus, Joriak, think again about joining us. Every ounce of strength and power might help against this threat."
Alether, to Wayock
"It seems you disaprove of Rhuax's actions. As such, I ask: Will you support him if a conflict starts, or will you remain aside?"
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on June 28, 2009, 03:23:47 am
"Well. That depends, Alether. Rhaux is... He is a fool, his attacks upon the material world affects his allies. This, may be his downfall."
Post by: Archangel on June 28, 2009, 03:32:01 am
I do not need you to tell me to fight. It is Usaria, Kryz and Titus who need to take a stand.
Rotarn to all
I will not cower, I will not hide. I will stand against all who do wrong. I WILL FIGHT! I FEAR NOTHING!
Action:
Evolve physically. 0/3 AP left
Post by: CJ1145 on June 28, 2009, 10:03:06 am
It seems that the god Alethar has taken my act of giving knowledge to my people an act of war. I meant no harm by this, as it is merely a defensive measure against the god Rhuax, whom my plans may somewhat irritate. I doubt Alethar will listen to reason at this point, but I have seen that you communicate regularly, and ask that you will act as an arbiter and announce that my actions were not hostile, and I am willing to make a compromise so that I may give my people proper defense without encroaching upon his domain.
Post by: filiusenox on June 28, 2009, 12:44:16 pm
I will join you. But let me recover my strengh.
Post by: CJ1145 on June 28, 2009, 02:23:21 pm
Thiliazari brought forth his herald once more, and sent him with a message, this time to Alethar.
Thiliazari to Alethar
Greetings, fellow being of the stars. I wish to ask, why do you feel such hatred towards me? What I have made is a simple error, one that is repairable at that; it is nothing to feel anything over, let alone such violent hatred. What's more, we seem to have similar goals. We both stand against the jealous god Rhuax, and we both care for the survival of the Material Plane, do we not? I am setting a plan in motion that will keep the denizens of the Material Realm safe while the coming war rages. And also, I offer you the help of the Na'Rin. Mortals they may be, but in their short time they have mastered all that is arcane. I will take this ability from them, if that is what you desire, but I ask you first: would it not be more beneficial to have a race of unstoppable spellcasters by your side? I ask you, allow my people your blessing to bring this power against our common foe, and when the deed is done, you may take it back. Will you accept my help?
Post by: The Willow Wisp on June 28, 2009, 02:44:03 pm
Kryz, to all
"At the time, this one saw inaction as the best course of action this one could take when Rhuax attacked. This one sees now that it was the wrong choice. When this one recovers, all resources will be put into the fight against Rhuax. This one just hopes that all of you, and the people of the Material Plane, can forgive this one's cowardice.
Post by: Psyco Jelly on June 28, 2009, 04:31:14 pm
"Now my empire. War is dawning and your help will be required. I am your supreme ruler, but there are others like me. Great immortal being capable of great deeds. The Fire Lord Rhuax, a being of malevolence and mindless destruction has dried the ocean, and parched the soil. We will punish him for these actions. Learn the names of the other gods, pray to them so that they may help you in ways I cannot. Wayock of War, will grant you strength. Titus will douse the fire!"
Teach Populous (Other Gods) 1AP, 0 Remaining.
Post by: Poltifar on June 29, 2009, 03:39:27 am
"The worse offense you have committed against me is not the imparting of the knowledge itself, but doing so without my consent. I understand the need to use all that is available to suppress he who would oppose our creations, but that is not a reason to steal knowledge I have crafted and nourished for eons to further my meticulous plans. You see, I made the Codex of Arcana, an artifact that would bestow magical powers on mortals who would find it, for a reason. The reason is, I want only the best of the best of mortals to have the limitless power that is magic, and for that, they would have had to fight each other for the Codex and only the strongest and smartest would have triumphed and have gotten the powers within it. You, by giving magic freely to your unproven people, have completely ruined my plans."
"But I am willing to reconsider striking back at you, if you would help me get my plan back on track. For that, I ask you to make your people forget the knowledge you have unjustly taught them, and have whoever of them that wants to learn magic travel to the Codex Crater on the material plane, were the Codex of Arcana lays. There, they would probably have to fight or outsmart the Eldritch Archons, my keepers of lore on the material plane, who guard the Codex. They might be able to negotiate with the Archons, maybe even ally with them, but whatever they do, in the end, your people will have to get to the Codex to learn the knowledge. When they DO get to the Codex, they would have proven themselves worthy in my eyes, and then I would allow the greatest of them to learn magic by reading the lore found in the Codex. Remember that only a handful of beings are capable of learning magic effectively, while others would only learn the very basic before the arcane knowledge drove their minds insane, and even the greatest of your race would have a hard time learning magic, and would take a very long time to master it, so choose them wisely. I even propose leaving your greatest people to live in the crater with the Archons if you befriend them, as they would benefit from the Archons' own innate magical powers and vast libraries of ancient and secret lore."
"I understand the need to fight Rhuax. I already offered my help to all gods who would oppose him, and I will not withdraw that offer. But I will not allow that to stop my plans. So, I ask you now, what do you say to my offer?"
Post by: CJ1145 on June 29, 2009, 11:28:46 am
I agree to your terms. However, you can plainly see I am not yet powerful enough to complete this agreement in any short time. I need more power at any given time to assist you in this matter, so I will not be able to join you against Rhuax quite yet, until I gain the power I need to stand against him. Finally, I make note of my servant Deniitzi. He is more than a mortal, and I must warn you I have little power over him, and cannot remove what he has learned.
With that out of the way, Thiliazari turned back to the Na'Rin.
"My people, there is a matter of which I have little control over, but the arcane abilities which you have striven to achieve must now be taken away. Another god has found my teachings upsetting. If any of you wish to learn the arcane arts, you shall travel to the Material Plane in time. But for now, I must give you your greatest lesson."
"The arcane arts are denied from you, and I apologize. However, be aware that there are schools of magic that you have yet to truly comprehend. Divine magic shall be the first I shall teach you.
(Teach populace (restrict self to divine magic; 2/3 AP remaining))
Not all of you shall be truly worthy for learning these arts. So, I shall create a means for you to decide for yourselves who is worthy to learn these secrets.
Create Organization (The Sentinels), 0/3 AP remaining
You have lived a simple existence among the trees, but the Sentinels shall be the first privileged to live in a true home."
Thiliazari waved his hand, and a great walled city fell onto the plane. It was a marble construction, gleaming white, trimmed with gold and a rich, royal blue. As all the Na'Rin entered, they found houses labeled with the name of each of them engraved on one. But at the center, they found a walled off section, with a great temple. The gate opened for a select few, including Deniitzi. They went inside.
"Behold, my chosen few. You are the Sentinels, and you shall guard this realm and, in time, bring peace to others."
Post by: filiusenox on June 29, 2009, 12:11:13 pm
He took water from Netune and sevrel volunteers from the Ynoclains. He changed the essence of Humans with pure water.These beings where free flowing yet intelligent.He place them on Netune and smiled.(USE 1 OUT 0F 4 AP. TO CREATE SUBRACE:water elementals.)
Titus then tuaght them that they where his chosen warriors. His chosen people. (used 2 out of 4 to teach water elemntals war) Titus then had them equipped with the best sand crafted weapons.
Titus raised a army of loyal,strong and intelligent warriors.(use last ap)
Armys:1
Post by: Psyco Jelly on June 29, 2009, 12:48:58 pm
Raise Divine Rank (2/5 Remaining)
"Now, I call upon all you who will join the fight for the material plane!"
Create Pantheon(Guardians of the Prime) 0/5 AP Remaining
Post by: CJ1145 on June 29, 2009, 01:53:02 pm
It will be some time before I may join you officially, but know you have my support.
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on June 29, 2009, 02:00:49 pm
I may be weak now, and unable to give my official support right at this moment, but know that I support this endeavor. Take care of those brood clutches, and may they serve you well.
Post by: filiusenox on June 29, 2009, 04:57:53 pm
You know you have my support. Dont destroy those Hacthlings, they are the last of the material plane.
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on June 29, 2009, 11:11:24 pm
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Wayock, to Velik.
"I will not join your Pantheon, but know this, I have thrown my allegiance away.
Post by: Archangel on June 30, 2009, 02:29:45 am
I shall join you and lend my strength to you if necessary.
Join pantheon: Guardians of the Prime. 3/4 AP left
((I'm going to do something with the Senon but I need to write it first))
Post by: Poltifar on June 30, 2009, 03:14:11 am
With these words, Alether gathered the power of the Eldritch Realm to aid him, and called upon the Guardian of the Lore to prepare itself for conflict.
Join pantheon: Guardians of the Prime. 1AP
Raised Divine Rank to DR10. 3AP
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Post by: Iituem on June 30, 2009, 06:55:34 am
Turpis, to the Guardians of the Prime
"My powers are limited compared to others. I would be more valuable in the fight over this world if you would allow me use of the power generated by the act of forming a pantheon to construct weapons for my use in the coming fight.
"If you grant me use of the pantheon's power to do so I will join, else I may have to use my limited power to defend myself with a raised army. Will you? I will take a majority of two as the decision."
Post by: Grek on July 02, 2009, 10:25:16 pm
"Wayock has betrayed me. He has forgotten the agreements of old, to till the Earth and to sow the seeds and then, when the time has come, REAP the harvest of their burning flesh and endless war. I cannot win this battle, only die in fire and wait to be reborn. Yet, perhaps there is a way to insure that the Great Harvest is completed, even though I am defeated..."
Rhaux begain to prepare for the end.
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on July 02, 2009, 10:28:57 pm
"I have not betrayed you, for you betrayed me first. For when you cause havoc upon the world you damage my creations, my children. You alienated me, I do not support you for your continued damage upon the material world will damage all.
Including mine own."
Post by: Poltifar on July 03, 2009, 03:01:45 am
"Now is the time to strike. If you would allow me to use the power granted by our Pantheon, and give me some of your energy, I will use it with the little energy I still have to finally deal out our revenge on Rhuax and keep him from doing further damage to our creations."
Ask for the 1 AP from the pantheon and 1 AP from someone else to use with my own 1 AP to attack Rhuax
Post by: filiusenox on July 03, 2009, 09:42:02 am
NEEDS APRROVEL
Post by: CJ1145 on July 03, 2009, 09:48:04 am
Friend, may you spare some of your power so that I may join the Guardians of the Plane immediately? This would allow me to fully support you in combat, and allow me, once my strength is returned, to fully complete the next step of my bettering for future wars.
Post by: Iituem on July 03, 2009, 07:07:41 pm
"Far be it from me to play the peacemaker, but it appears to me that without the intervention of the God of War, the odds are stacked strongly enough against Rhuax that He might be dissuaded from further actions of this sort merely by the threat alone. It would be perhaps best if this coming war did not continue to its inevitable end, for the world needs fire, light and darkness as much as it does any other thing.
"My proposal, then, is this. A Concordat between the gods, agreed upon in a meeting here on the mortal plane by the gods themselves or their avatars or heralds. It seems to me that the unbridled power of our kind, if brought together in a wanton fashion, could very well unmake the world even in its defence. To this end I offer that each god should, by general agreement with the others, act only in those regions where His mortal followers have dominion, or upon His own plane or planes. Where no mortal yet touches is free for the intervention of all until mortals there settle, or if clearly under the domain of another deity should belong to him.
"For example, all moons not yet claimed by mortal races will be the dominion of Wayock, and all suns save those in a deity's own plane shall be the dominion of Rhuax. However, I propose also that such deities as claim a domain must be responsible to uphold it. That is; if Rhuax wishes to hold dominion over suns, there must be suns in those places that require them, though under Rhuax's bidding. If Alether is to hold dominion over arcane magic, the capacity for arcane magic to be learned must exist, as He has provided for with the creation of the Codex.
"Finally, a god may act freely upon his own followers or upon those unclaimed by any god, but He may not act upon the followers of another god directly; only through indirect means such as His own followers or by events started within a realm or by an act under His dominion.
"To reiterate, then, my proposals;
1. A Concordat between the Gods to act only upon realms where;
i. It is clearly within the owned plane of the deity.
ii. No deity holds dominion.
iii. Their own mortal followers hold dominion of the realm.
iv. The realm falls clearly within their own domain (e.g. Wayock and moons, Rhuax & suns).
v. The act falls clearly within their own domain (e.g. Rotarn and justice, Alether and knowledge).
2. The Gods thereafter are responsible for the maintenance and upholding of their domains.
i.e. The God of Suns must provide suns where they are required, the God of Arcane Magic must ensure arcane magic is actually attainable by some means etc.
3. The Gods may not act directly upon those followers claimed by another God without that other God's permission. Indirect action (e.g. commanding their followers to attack the opponent's followers, or starting a volcanic eruption within a realm controlled by their own followers) is permissable.
Gods who can be proved to have failed one or more parts of this Concordat will be subject to attack and demotion by other members, as will any deity who does not agree to follow its requirements.
"I encourage each and every one of you, Garish and Rhuax especially, to consider the benefits of this Concordat before we are plunged into a war that can only end with the suffusion of a divine spark for all time."
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on July 03, 2009, 07:16:42 pm
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Post by: Iituem on July 03, 2009, 07:41:28 pm
Nezzedin, to the Gor
"I come to you and your people offering trades, an exchange of skills in preparation for more concrete dealings between the deity I represent and the one who made you. To you and yours I wish to offer the secrets of communing directly with the gods in exchange for your skills at war- and weaponcraft. If you are willing, one amongst you could have the power to look upon Wayock Himself. What say you?"
What seemed to be the Leader of this small group of Ger looked upon this... Creature.
"One amongst us has looked upon Wayock himself. You will meet him."
One of the smaller, less muscle bound Ger quickly scurried to the side of the leader. He spoke,
"I am a Gor. Come, we will take the quick routes back to the city. I hope you don't like the dark."
The Gor motioned for the creature to follow. They left the lit mine shaft for a small, side tunnel. This tunnel barely fit the Gor, they travelled through this tunnel, in pitch blackness, for some hours. Passing unseen tunnels branching off. Eventually they came to a larger cavern. This one was lit, they continued through, ignoring the Ger, Gor and Gar setting about their works. They passed down a large, lit tunnel into a gigantic cavern. The cavern was full of buildings built in the middle of the cavern and some dug into the walls. It was a city, and underground city. In this huge cavern he saw Ger, and their smaller, faster cousins the Gar. He saw few Gor, for they shied from the light. The Gor guide to Nezzedin looked distinctly uncomfortable under the huge glowing fungus trees around the city, cultivated for their light. Many more moss and fungus lined the cavern walls, creating a perpertual day. They passed short, stout creatures. The Gor guide called them 'Dwellers,' they were almost as numerous as the Ger.
They continued through the streets of the city eventually they came to the central building, it was built up against a huge gate, obviously of divine hands, it was as tall as the cavern, and as wide. The Gor stopped at the top of the steps to this building.
"He is in. I will not go further."
Nezzedin approached the great archway and the building attached, marvelling at the construction both by divine and mortal hands. Already a mind honed by years of advising his militant father began to consider the possible applications of such building techniques. Nezzedin entered the building, rather more comfortable than the Gor had been with the unhealthy but nevertheless bright fungal lighting; certainly more so than he might have been with the harsh light of day, when daylight had still existed.
A figure sat at the far end of the hall on a carved stone throne. Nezzedin could not quite make him out yet, but he delivered his message regardless as he approached.
"I am humbled by the skill of your people," he said, the divine enchantment on his tongue translating the words. "Truly I have never seen such. My name is Nezzedin and I am of a distant people known as the Nezumi. I undstand that the one who brought me here is a Gor, though not all I have observed seem quite the same."
"I come representing the god Turpis, seeking the followers of Wayock. I assume, since Turpis sent me here, He wishes us to perhaps trade knowledge that may be of use to you. I carry the secrets of communing with the divine through special rites, and also the knowledge of how to create and tame fire. For my people both have proved deadly weapons of war, though perhaps you may be able to take them further. In return, I would request the teaching of my own people in such arts of war and construction as you have learned."
"If this is amenable to you, my Lord would also request an audience with your Master in His own realm, for he would not seek to enter without invitation."
On the throne was an average sized Ger. Looking at his features, all over his body were scars, he was missing two fingers on each hand.
"Nezzedin. I am the herald. I'm older than the moons above us, I'm older than the Gor and the Dwellers. I was here before your god was a god. Fire. Fire would be beneficial, so would these special rites. For you see, now days, the young are gtrowing rebellious against Wayock. They have not seen him do mighty things, they have not seen Wayock.
Right now I am the only priest, only disciple of Wayock, to commune with Wayock. Having more be able to do that, would be benefical."
The Herald stops for a moment, lost in his thoughts. Unmoving he stops for what seems like an age.
"I doubt you or your master will get into Wayocks realm. It is locked, there are two ways into it right now. The only way through to it, that I am allowed to speak in detail of, is upon the white horses of the Valkryie, as they carry the dead from the battlefield. The other is to find a bridge, upon an unassuming mountain, a bridge you cannot see if you are not upon this mountain, then cross thiss bridge. Into my lords realm. Even then I cannot assure you he will be there. Neither can I assure you, you will be welcomed with open arms."The Herald pauses again, for only a few minutes this time.
"I will speak with him. But do not hold any hope."
"Where that is concerned," said Nezzedin, "that is all we ask. On the next turning of the moons, I shall have sufficient time to teach your people one skill or the other, though the second may have to wait two cycles further. Which would you desire first, fire or the secrest of the rites? What would you be willing to teach my people in return?"
"Ever since you mentioned that these gifts are not... Gifts. I had decided what we will give you, I am absolutely sure Wayock will agree.
We will give you the knowledge of our metal working and weapon working."
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Within the hidden city of the Ger, Nezzedin had worked hard for the past months, passing on some of the secrets he knew to the elder Ger leaders. Means of starting fires by friction had been passed on, as well as the manifold techniques of varying its intensity, direction and spread. Some of the more ingenious Ger had already begun to make use of a piston of their own devising, a spring-powered device that stamped tinder with force enough to make it catch light.
Teach Populace (Ger & Subraces): Fire Use [1/2 AP]
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"Greetings, Genedin," came the voice from behind the aged Nezumi leader. Genedin snarled and turned to the smiling be-monocled human.
"Betrayer," spat the Nezumi. "You took my son and our Maker's power, and have given us nothing!"
"On the contrary, I have already fulfilled the second part of my deal. One of your people has been gifted with the knowledge of moulding weapons from native metals, of beating out armour from copper to protect himself. A chief. Well, not yet a chief, but I do have high hopes for him."
"You said you would teach me these things, deceiver!"
"No," said Turpis sharply. "I said that these secrets would go you to and to your city. I have given the knowledge of fire to you, and I have given the knowledge of armscraft to your city. Which of you will receive the final part of the bargain, well... That will depend strongly on who is in charge when next I return." The demigod smiled and faded into the shadows. Genedin shouted and swore, stamping in rage. Then he called for his chiefs; he would find this weaponcrafter, and find him before one of his rivals.
Post by: Poltifar on July 04, 2009, 03:10:32 am
"I can not accept this deal at this time, not before atleast a few more of the Guardians of the Prime agree on it. Furthermore, even if the deal is accepted, I will still demand that Rhuax be taught a lesson, that he be punished for his sins against all creation. As such, if by the end of this cycle, few or none of the other guardians disagree with me, I will deal out Rhuax's punishment."
Post by: Archangel on July 04, 2009, 03:17:14 am
Here you go.
Action:
Give 1 AP to Thiliazari.
2/4 AP left
Post by: Grek on July 05, 2009, 02:14:17 pm
"If they cannot agree to peace and continue to despoil the pact of old, I cannot abide by this concordat."
Rhaux sent forth messengers to the mortals still loyal to him, the druidic defenders of the mortal plane, and his own hielophagi. From them, he raised two armies and brought them forth to defend him.
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Post by: The Willow Wisp on July 05, 2009, 02:20:54 pm
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Kryz to all who guard the Prime
"This one is offering those who wish to leave the material plane the option of doing just that. With many of the innocent people out of the way, the conflict between the gods will not claim bystanders. This also allows the people to be safe until Rhuax is under control. If you don't wish for your followers to go then they do not have to. After the conflict I will return all mortals who wish to return to the Prime."
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While many people to Kryz up on his offer of Haven, many did not. Those that arrived in the section of Zynlon were both relieved by the idea of being safe and worried about what may lie in the unknown. They built a large amount of housing around the portal. Soon, a large amount of people were congregating around the portal, causing it to become overcrowded and uncomfortable. Kryz saw this and decided to give them some help. He appeared before the people in his normal appearance but only the size of a small human. "This one doesn't wish to see you all crowded together like this. This land that this one has created for you is the same as your own plane. Go out and explore it, embrace it, master it. Pick a direction and walk that way until you feel you have walked too far. Then rest and walk even farther. This land in the same as your own but much larger and far more expansive. Now go, explore the lands of Zynlon and feel free to contact the Storm-kin if you wish to learn about and live with this one's chosen people." And with that Kryz was gone. The people took these words to heart. Some left alone to explore the world and better themselves in the process. These people often carry little to nothing with them, using their bodies as weapons and tools. Others, however, left as a group and formed tribes. These people carried whatever they thought was needed and often found themselves fighting amongst themselves for sport and revenge. They learned to embrace their anger as a new weapon and began to focus more on physical prowess and less on civilised things. Both types of people formed small pieces of civilization. The tribes formed groups of tents that worked as stopping points when they traveled and the lone travelers fomred small buildings that worked the same way. Some of the lone travelers stayed at the buildings and practiced their skills and worked as guides for those who still traveled. Those who used anger and strength were known as Barbarians, and those who used their bodies and travelled to better themselves were known as Monks.
Altered Land to match the material plane.
Create Portal (3 of 5 AP): From Material Plane to Zynlon
Create Concept ( 0 of 5 AP): Exploration and Adventure (Monks and Barbarians)
Post by: Iituem on July 05, 2009, 05:13:03 pm
"So be it. I encourage all to consider carefully the ramifications of this war, and after the first sortie to consider once again my offer of peace."
Turpis dipped his hand into the pool.
Join Pantheon: Guardians of the Prime [0/2AP]
There are now 2AP in the GotP pantheon pool.
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on July 05, 2009, 05:30:36 pm
"My powers and holdings are slight, but I shall throw my lot in with yours nethertheless!"
Join pantheon: Guardians of the prime 2/4AP
Ragzajal saw the workers and the drones, talking among themselves. The hive was growing larger and larger, it's fleshy exterior dominating the sky for miles around. As the lower castes worked, they began to question. They asked "Why must we work, and gain nothing for ourselves?" Ragzajal knew there was an answer, and after much thought she had come up with it. She looked back at the tower, inside something was going on. The castes were meeting, for she had come up with a way for them all to be satisfied.
The workers would work, construct and be treated with an equal and fair hand, the warriors would defend the hives and would hunt down creatures for food, the drones and queens would make sure that all things would happen for the benefit of all, not just themselves.
Create Concept: Altruism 0/4 AP
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on July 06, 2009, 07:13:22 am
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Post by: filiusenox on July 06, 2009, 08:57:41 am
Titus took the sea and forged it into a blade,he named it: Oceansbite
(use 3 ap to create battle artifact,Oceansbite)
He then join the gaurdians of the prime
(use last ap to join pantheon)
Post by: TheNewerMartianEmperor on July 06, 2009, 09:10:48 am
Ragzajal had noticed an irregularity in certain hatcheries. A few of the young were different from all the other castes. They had proved to be extremely intelligent, even as young. But they were exceptionally frail. Not even the match of a drone. Perhaps these are meant to aid us in guiding ourselves to greatness...
(Create Sub-race: Thinker Caste. 0/4 AP.)
Post by: Iituem on July 06, 2009, 09:22:47 am
"The fight is not going to take place within the last dying days of this cycle. Either attack now with the power of the pantheon or I will use it myself to increase my fighting potential."
As Alether or another Deity did not use power from the pantheon pool before the cycle ends:
Evolve Physically [3/3 Pantheon AP]
Post by: CJ1145 on July 06, 2009, 10:11:24 am
Join Pantheon (Guardians of the Prime); Gifted AP used
Now, Thiliazari looked to his people. There was so much he could do with them to better all existence, but not in his current state. He focused, so that he may train his mind to handle more strenuous activities at once.
Evolve Physically, 0/3 AP remaining
Post by: Fortis on July 06, 2009, 12:53:19 pm
“Kryz, I have been inactive too long. We have saved many from the troubled world, but many still remain. Though I am no warrior, I will do what I can to reverse the damage Rhuax had done.” Usaria said to him. “Those mortals whom you shelter, should they desire the peace of the twilight of Aether, they are welcome to come to Eos. Aether itself will tend to them. But I myself must go to the material realm.”
Usaria vanished from the plane of Zynlon, and her presence was felt hovering over the material realm. She made a star of crystal in her hands, a perfect sphere glowing with an inner light. This crystal she shattered, and sent the shards plunging down to the material realm. Each shard, glittering as they fell, plunged into the soil of the material realm. Each shard became a seed, and each seed sprouted and grew into silvery saplings. These saplings grew into mighty trees. But these trees were not like the plants seen before in the material realm. These trees glowed with an inner light, the starlight of Usaria. These trees and plants did not need the light of Rhuax to live. Indeed, they made light of their own, providing light for the native plants, and food for the animals and peoples that remained.
Raise Divine Rank 3 AP
Mold land: Starlight Forests on the Material Plane 1 AP
1/5 AP left
Post by: Psyco Jelly on July 07, 2009, 02:09:13 am
Velik Broj, to Rhuax
"Rhuax. Tyrant of Flames. Fire is a necessary force, as is water, earth and wind. Entropy and creation. Each seeks a balance with the other. I may not be virtuous, but many of us have one thing in common. Upsetting the balance of things leads only to misery.
I grant you a chance, redirect your mindlessly destructive energies to something more creative. You have forgotten a major aspect of the fire you are comprised of. Fire changes, but does not destroy. I represent destruction, not you. Fire exists to cull the old and forge the new. Fire exists to counterbalance water, which share many of the same traits.
You should exist in the deep confines of Nitomushul, in the forges, in the volcanoes. You should exist in the forests after a storm, in the cremation of a plague victim. If fire consumes all, there will be nothing left for it to burn.
You must learn to control yourself, or we will do it for you."
Post by: GruffyBears on July 07, 2009, 03:04:57 am
Volundr surveys the dismal universe and decides, like other gods, to make his own plane.
He opens a small gap in the Void and steps through, surveying the nothingness.
'This is as good a place as any to setup shop' He thought. He clapped his hands and his plane was formed.
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He threw down a bit of metal dust from his battered blacksmith apron, then expanded each particle to an island, floating upon nothing. There were 7 Islands in total.
He built great bridges to connect the planes, out of black marble
He built a plain to feed the imagination. An Island for smiths, with forges and tools. An Island for writers with librarys, for inspiration. An Island for Musicians, with every kind of instrument imaginable. An Island for stonecrafters, with perfect stones. An Island for Woodcrafters. There were 2 islands left, one he kept for himself, the smallest island, but the highest up. The other, the largest was moved to the middle of the other islands. He deemed that The Centre. He then filled it with things to amues his future people. Gigantic theaters able to house thousands of spectactors, infused with magic so all things were possible on stage. Towers, to impossibly tall to exist. And many more things.
He was happy with his creation. He headed of to his island, to start his furnace going, then stopped and realsed that every craftsman needs an apprentice. So he made one. And named him aptly, calling him; The Apprentice.
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Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on July 07, 2009, 06:40:09 am
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Wayock then went into long forgotten tunnels and grabbed copper. Piles of copper he shaped himself a suit of armor. Fit for a god the armor would reflect attacks from all but the highest god. The Armor of Wayock was mighty, decked out in full plate with gauntlets and a helmet he looked the part for The God of War.
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Post by: Iituem on July 07, 2009, 07:39:01 am
Nezzedin returned once again to the portal city of the Ger.
Teach Populace (Ger & Subraces): Divine Communication (Clerics)
2/3 AP remaining
Post by: Poltifar on July 09, 2009, 02:35:44 pm
Alether saw that Rhuax was more than defeated, and happy that the material was once more safe, returned to his previous plance.
"Turpis! Master of deceit, now is the time to accomplish our work."
Alether wove the powers of the Eldritch Might, focusing them into the tower, were his works of knowledge that he had spent aeons slavering to finish were stored. He wove this into a seal, a seal that would allow it holder to secret all knowledge that he chose.
"It's your turn, Turpis."
Do my part of the artifact: 5/5 AP
Post by: filiusenox on July 09, 2009, 02:48:17 pm
Post by: Iituem on July 09, 2009, 05:33:26 pm
The Truelore Library, Atrium
Turpis stepped through the wide arch leading into the vaulted atrium of the Library. Needlessly expansive, the room was filled with books and bookcases, desks and writing equipment, ornate carvings depicting truths and history and countless other artefacts of knowledge and learning.
The only thing it lacks, thought the godling to himself, is anyone to actually read it.
He thumbed through the string of beads at his fingers until he found an appropriate one, thumbing it gently. Silvery smoke billowed out of the object until it took the form of a translucent, faintly humanoid figure.
"Calaenin," ordered Turpis of the eldritch archon's soul, "seek out your creator in this place. Present my greetings, my honoured appreciation of His store of knowledge and my gift. That is, you. Inform him that I should like to speak with Him regarding a deal."
As Turpis ordered the soul to send its message, a simple wooden door opened nearby. "Ah, a guest! What a pleasant surprise."
An old bearded man stepped out, dressed in long, plain robes and carrying a book in one hand. "You!" exclaimed Alether when he saw who it was, "This is truly a surprise. Turpis, was it? I've heard you've been causing trouble and mischief throughout the material plane. Yes... I've been watching, ever since you took the Codex which you now hold. It has been quite entertaining, really."
Alether waved to a nearby chair, which promptly flew to him. He sat on it casually, facing Turpis, presenting him with a second chair. "Now, why do I have the honor of your visit? Do you come to be the first being to actually read all these books I have slaved Aeons to write? Or is it... something else?"
Turpis took a seat graciously, exchanging the string of beads for a small scrap of paper and thumbing it gently. A polished oak table with stone goblets and fermented berry juice shimmered into being by them and the human-like creature poured them both a glass.
"A little of one, a little of the other, Lord Alether," Turpis remarked, then regarded the scrap in his hand as he took a goblet with the other.
"It only ever produces illusions, you know," he murmured. "That's the limit of its power. I suppose the whole Codex would have been capable of much more, but it is a foolish man who takes more power than he needs."
"Still," he smiled, clapping his hands together. "Things are in motion and should they go to plan, I shall require borrowed power of that sort no further." He took a sip of the wine.
"I have to say that it's proven very enlightening, especially since it freed me up to travel more. There are places I have been unable to travel, yes, but I have seen a fair share nonetheless. One of them would be of particular interest to you; its patron deity has found a way to steal magic from your domain. Quite skillfully, at that!" He chuckled in appreciation of the work of a fellow thief.
"I was wondering if you would care for my help in forging a seal for this plane, capable of preventing magic being used save by your leave. In return, I would ask permission for an Order of my own to be instructed in its use, and they in turn would gladly enough act as custodians for your library."
Alether laughed as he took the second goblet. "My my, you do speak quite vaguely when proposing deals. The promises you give, even if they can be trusted to be fulfilled, are so twisted and vague that you can fulfill them as it seems fit for your own plans. I've seen how easily you befuddled the mortals, how easily you turned their words and wishes against them. As such, I can't accept a deal so simply. First of all, I'd like to know: Why should I even enlist your aid in sealing this plane, when I could quite easily do it myself, with no fear of being back stabbed or ripped-off?"
Turpis smiled and raised his goblet with a nod.
"A fair question. My reason is that you cannot do so yourself - not at present. I took the liberty of working out one way of making your domain more secure, perhaps the easiest way, but your resources are insufficient to complete the initial construction. If you had your leisure to contribute work towards this whenever you wished you could easily accomplish it, or if you were willing to wait the lengths required to develop enough power to accomplish this on your own. Yet I fear even your patience would be stretched by that, and the work is time-sensitive. If the pieces are not in place within a the short span allotted, the whole construction would fall apart."
Turpis produced a small feather and passed it to Alether. Upon touching it, the feather imparted by telepathy partial designs and calibrations for a powerful artefact to be woven into the very fabric of the Truelore Library.
"A trick the Codex taught me," Turpis explained. "I've kept hold of certain elements of the design, of course. Still, the finished piece will bind concepts that you have created directly to the Library. Once so bound, another deity will not be able to obtain knowledge that you have concealed from others, unless they are able to take the Library itself from you."
"As for my penchant for deception, you will be free to peruse the completed design should you accept. I have built no back-doors through this Seal and I have little doubt that you would be able to stop my followers should they give you trouble in your own domain."
"I offer you the remainder of the design and my part in constructing it. In return, I request tutoring to my followers in magic to the equal value of what is supplied in this Seal's construction. Optionally, using my followers as librarians would be a benefit to them in terms of the knowledge present here and to you in the sense that it would actually be read and organised, rather than gathering dust on the shelves. It is a fair deal in terms of power alone and is advantageous because of the time it would save. What say you?"
Alether frowned while staring into his goblet. "I agree that this plan is quite interesting to me. Yet there are still many, many points that you have left unspecified. For example, you say that there are no backdoors in this seal, yet what if you decide to simply take it for yourself once it is completed, or afterwards? Or what if your 'order' decides to relay information regarding any plans I make here in the Library to you? And you have left the 'teach your followers magic of equal value' point extremely vague, what do you consider as 'of equal value'? You haven't even specified WHO these followers of yours are, whether mortals or divine! Don't take offense, but I definitely can not trust you much, if at all. Even if you DO promise to not do any of these things, how do I know you do not lie and break your promises? Do you have a way to prove your promises can be counted on?"
"Well," said Turpis, gesturing with his goblet, "allow me to assuage your fears one by one."
"I am still mortal, mostly, at least until the rites within the Codex are completed and I ascend. Even then, I would be a deity of the lowest and weakest order, whereas you are an entity of significant power. In order for me to betray you and take this artefact for myself, I would need to ally with forces vastly greater than myself to make war upon you. Wayock, for instance. Having done that, I would have no power of my own to protect my interests and they would almost certainly betray me and take the artefact for themselves, reneging on whatever their part of the deal was. It is thus in no way my interest to betray you in this matter."
"Next, regarding the nature of the order I seek to institute. The order's stated aim is the collection of historical information, particularly stories. They are also likely to serve as spies, yes, I will state that freely. Though to the mortal races and realms, and their forces will be mortals. If you cannot conceal your own plans from mere mortals my estimation of you will be greatly lowered."
"Thirdly, if you want a more concrete setting of the deal, I will offer to put my whole effort for the period in which the artefact is being constructed into working on it, and request tuition of my followers in the basic principles of magic and one blank scroll from your personal desk after the artefact is completed, to enhance my personal power. Or I can put half my effort into this in return solely for the scroll after the completion of the artefact."
"As for trusting me, you have my word as a trickster deity. Which, frankly, counts for a lot. I do not have the brute strength of Wayock and I do not have the allies of Usaria. My word, such as it is, is my greatest asset. You can count that I will follow to the letter every contract I make, because to do otherwise would cause too much damage to my reputation."
"If I prove wrong, of course, you could always smite me easily enough. Though that would risk retribution on the part of the other deities if they took issue with the matter."
"Very well," replied the old man. "I will take the second deal proposal. Give me half your effort for this artifact, and I'll grant you one scroll after its completion. But as the deal says, I will not have to teach your followers any magical skills whatsoever. Do we have a deal?"
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Invited into the Library's atrium, Turpis strode through the doors, a cord of beads in his hand. He spared a glance at the shimmering sigils coursing through the air, woven almost completely into the very fabric of the Arcane Realm.
"And what do you bring to the party?" asked the god of Knowledge.
"Souls," replied the demigod, slinging the cord at the sigils. The cord split apart, slinging a score of shimmering beads through the air. Each one began to scream with human, merman, crabtaur, nezumi, ger, elven, sonen and archon voices as it was pulled into the workings of the great seal.
"Twenty souls of great beings, knowledge-seekers, knowledge-hoarders, those who spent their lives in service to deceit and obfuscation, to learning truths and hiding them for their benefit. Twenty souls who spent their lives in service to me and sold their deaths for precious grains of truth to add to their heaps."
Turpis grinned with a little malice as their screams melded into the seals, turning into soft wails and then mournful melodies.
"I call them the Rappacinists."
All throughout the realm the score of tortured souls moved through the endless shelves of the Library, wielding the sigils of the Seal as they had their fingers in mortal lives. They shifted truth behind lie, draped deception in the garb of honesty and soon enough brought a veil o'er all the plane.
Complete Artefact: 1/3AP
1AP remaining
Artefact: The Arcane Seal
A series of wards and obfuscations threaded throughout the Truelore Library and several of the concepts contained within.
The owner may Cloister knowledge that he has already Concealed at the cost of 1AP. Cloistered knowledge may be taught freely by the owner of the Seal but no other. The Conceal Knowledge action initially used to prevent the spread of the Concept cannot be revoked by normal divine methods except by the owner of the Seal (who may revoke the Cloister freely, but will have to pay the cost again to re-Cloister it). Destroying the artefact breaks both the Cloister and the Concealment on all bound Concepts.
Cost: 6AP initial, plus 1AP for each bound Concept. During construction, at least 1AP must come from a deity whose portfolio relates to knowledge or magic, and at least 1AP must come from a deity whose portfolio relates to secrecy, obfuscation, protection or defence.
Post by: Poltifar on July 10, 2009, 04:41:38 am
Then Alether infused the seal into the tower of the Truelore Library, where it would be protected from harm and theft by the powerful wards on the Eldritch Plane and the Guardian of Lore, as well as be in close proximity to Alether for ease of use.
Post by: filiusenox on July 12, 2009, 11:11:18 am
He then examined the essence of the water elementals.
Post by: Iituem on July 12, 2009, 11:30:26 am
Craft Battle Artefact: Cloak of Shadows
1AP + 2 Pantheon AP (1 remaining in Pantheon this turn)
0 remaining AP this turn.
Post by: Fortis on July 12, 2009, 03:32:12 pm
She reached out her power, and lightly touched the minds of the peoples of the material world. She blunted the bite of the painful memories, and kept them from overwhelming the mortal minds. She cleansed their dreams, removing the horrors spawned by the memories of pain, and replaced them with visions of hope and peace. The peoples of the material world slept well, and awoke refreshed and ready to face the challenges ahead of them.
Nourish land: Material world
AP 0/5
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on July 12, 2009, 08:02:47 pm
"The time to act is now. For if we wait longer, well. I'll get bored."
Spoiler: Action (click to show/hide)
After that short speech Wayock went upon his people, the Ger and the Dwellers. The Gor and the Gar, the Skar and the Wer. He went to the herald specifically. The herald knew of all the gods, now that some of them had the power of speaking to the gods, it was ot a good idea for the people to 'stumble' upon these gods unaware. So he told the herald to teach them of the gods, for if the Gar worshiped the God of Nature beside Wayock. If the Skar worshiped the God of Air alongside him, and the Wer worshiped Titus, the God of Water. Well, they would be all the better for it. For both the Gods and the Mortals would receive benefits.
Spoiler: Actions (click to show/hide)
Post by: The Willow Wisp on July 12, 2009, 11:21:03 pm
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While Kryz was very proud of the people for leaving thair homes near the Portal, Kryz was disappointed in their bumbling after they left. Far too many became lost and unable to find a way to guide themselves. Kryz decided to help them. Kryz conjured up a little ball of light. He gave it a simple mind and a simple task: Lead Travellers to safety. He named them Spirit Wisps. He then Made another Wisp with the oposite task but he told it only to act against those with foul intentions. They were Called Will o' the Wisps. He then made a third kind of wisp and gave them the ability to use lightning to protect defensless travellers. He named them Guardian Wisps. He scattered these Wips around all planes he had the right or ability to do so. He hoped they would act as becons of light in the dark unknown, or as insurments of justice in a cruel world.
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The nomads had begun worshipping Kryz as a God of Nomads and prayed to him for protection on their travels. Kryz saw the Title fitting and accepted it.
Teach Populus (4 of 5 AP): Nomadic Ways
Create Populus (2 of 5 AP): Spirit Wisps, Will o' the Wisps, and Guardian Wisps
Gain Portfolio Element (0 of 5 AP): Nomads
Post by: Archangel on July 13, 2009, 05:32:18 am
Action:
Raise Divine Rank. 1/4 AP left
He also taught the Senon that keeping clean helped them to stay healthy.
Action:
teach populace: Hygiene. 0/4 AP left.
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on July 13, 2009, 06:43:53 am
Spoiler: Action (click to show/hide)
Wayock then went upon to his hall of Valhalla. The endless Warriors lining before him, for his acceptance, for acceptance into Valhalla. He meditated while doing this, for it was second nature to him.
Spoiler: Action (click to show/hide)
Post by: filiusenox on July 13, 2009, 09:40:03 am
He then took more water and poured it up until it was as tall as Wayocks Mountain.(use 1 ap to mold land:Ice mountain)
He then was known as the god of ice.(gain portfilo element.Out of ap.)
Post by: CJ1145 on July 13, 2009, 10:20:22 am
Teach populous (Advanced building techniques); 3/4 AP remaining
He saw the Sentinels standing watch at the Great Tree, its golden light illuminating the sky. Ten thousand of his own brood had taken form, and had learned the ways of the divine arts.
It was time.
Two kilometers directly north of the city, there stood a great mountain, the only one of its kind in Thiliazari's plane. The Na'Rin had seen it, but found no use for it and let it stand. This was good, for it was necessary for Thiliazari's final plan to make his haven.
He lifted his hand, and a speck of blue light came forth from the mountain. A single thought, and it grew larger, larger, and larger still. It grew with an unparalleled fervor, until it came to a sudden halt. A massive gate stood watch where the mountain once was.
Create Portal (Mortal Plane -- Iniracebela); 1/4 AP remaining
Thiliazari went through the portal, and came out the other side, and saw the world for the first time up close in many years. The bastard of gods Rhuax had not touched it yet, but it was still dark. He came to a rest at the top of the world, and looked down upon it. He said to the world and all others who listened,
"You have gone without true light for an unbearable time. This is because the one you call Rhuax is filled with greed. Because he considers himself the god of things like stars, he thinks he alone is entitled to them. This is wrong behavior, whether for a god or a mortal. Rhuax wants the stars? Then, you shall go without stars! People of the Material Plane, I give you light!"
Thiliazari reached into the crust of the world, and lifted forth a single silver branch. It glimmered with a sharp light; dimmer than the golden tree of Iniracebela, but still bright enough to illuminate every inch of the earth.
Mold Land, Silver Tree of Light; 0/4 AP remaining
"I know that since the light was taken, some of you still wish to live in darkness. Indeed, you have become accustomed to it. For half the time it would have taken the original star to circle around your world, this tree shall dim, and it shall be your time. But the other half, I give to those who did not care for the darkness; those who would rather see the beauty of this world in all its brightened glory."
With this done, Thiliazari went back to his own plane, where many animals who sought shelter had already entered through the portal. There was much to do next cycle, but for now he was spent.
Post by: Poltifar on July 13, 2009, 11:50:54 am
"And as agreed, I hand to you a scroll from my desk, to pay for my dept towards you."
Give Turpis 1 AP
4/5 AP left
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on July 13, 2009, 07:11:24 pm
Spoiler: Action (click to show/hide)
Post by: Iituem on July 13, 2009, 07:58:09 pm
"I daresay this will see more use on your master's shoulders than mine, in defence of the world and otherwise."
Gift Artefact (Cloak of Shadows) to Wayock
Post by: Grek on July 14, 2009, 08:39:25 pm
"Huh? They still haven't attacked? Ha. They must fear the Mighty Rhuax!"
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on July 14, 2009, 08:42:00 pm
"We want the prevention of an attack on the material realm, not the destruction of a foolish god. We have made our moves, for now, it is your turn. Are you going to attack or perhaps you will beg for forgiveness?"
Post by: GruffyBears on July 15, 2009, 03:21:33 pm
It was a medium sized creature, about the size of a human, made of many varying metals shaped into overlapping cylinders. It had four arms,two legs and a rounded body. Instead of a neck, however, it's head spun round on top of it's body. It had a single glimmering sapphire for an eye.
He called it an Ero.
He threw it a few pieces of scrap, which it gobbled up gratefully. After a few minutes of waiting excitedly, Volundr saw the cylinder at its mid-torso retract. The Ero shuddered and released three eggs. These eggs hatched almost immediatly into more Ero. Volundr grinned, as he was pleased with there efficient design. He left them to gorge on the scraps that littered his floor. And within minutes Hundreds of Ero dotted the floor of his mountain foundry. He looked out, to the other islands.
"But these are not my people." Volundr mused. He went to fetch his easel and paints.
Create race: Ero 2/3 AP used.
1 AP left.
Post by: GruffyBears on July 17, 2009, 05:37:44 pm
"You stand for peace, that is an ideal we agree on. With your blessing, I would join this pantheon."
Join Pantheon 1/3AP used.
No AP left.
(Awaiting confirmation)
Post by: Poltifar on July 18, 2009, 11:23:08 am
Alether opened one of the infinite dusty tomes lining his library. He sat on his comfy chair by his workdesk and silently read a few lines from the work. Then, he closed it abruptly, and put it aside, as he gathered necessary writting materials and a scroll. On the scroll, he wrote the deepest secrets of his most guarded knowledge: the knowledge of Arcana.
Once the scroll completed, he raised it above his head. A whirl of mystical energies surrounded it, and engulfed it.
"Now, my knowledge is safe. No one shall ever be able to disregard my supremacy and dominion over all that is Arcane."
Conceal Knowledge: Arcane Magic (1 AP)
Cloister Knowledge: Arcane Magic (1 AP)
Gain portfolio element: Secret techniques and teachings (2 AP)
0/4 AP left
Post by: Iituem on July 18, 2009, 07:41:15 pm
"And how was your trip?" came a voice from behind. Nezzedin turned to see his God sat on a tree stump in His familiar form, holding a crystalline beetle-shell of dark purple liquid. He sipped at it casually.
"Successful enough," Nezzedin said, bowing his head slightly. "I taught the Ger of divine communion and the use of fire, as I presume You intended me to?" Turpis nodded. "Did You get what You wanted?"
"Very much so." Turpis spread a hand at the devastation. Nezzedin raised an eyebrow.
"Don't misunderstand me," said Turpis. "I am not Velik Broj. Destruction and slaughter for its own sake appeals little to me. Nor am I simply interested in war, though I daresay Wayock will be pleased enough by how this turned out. No, I am afraid that this little conflict is part of a much greater game. One that, as a mortal, the rules of which are unknown to you."
"Are they to remain that way?"
"Yes," said Turpis curtly. He stood up and lifted the tree stump with one foot; it moved aside with surprising lightness. "Come, you will want to see your father and brothers."
Nezzedin looked down at where the stump had been; a narrow tunnel led down into the earth. He looked up again, but the God had vanished. Nezzedin clambered down into the hole.
The tunnels were strikingly familiar to Nezzedin, having lived amongst similar ones for many months. He could see here and there the signs of Gorrish pick-work and smoothing, though no signs of the Gor themselves. The tunnels had been dug unnaturally quickly, given how recent the battle must have been. Nezzedin thought of the Gor he had converted while in their home, then remembered the simple fact that his master was a deity. How simple an act would it be to simply slow, or cycle time itself to give the Gor enough to do work on this scale? Nezzedin laughed.
Mould Land: Genedos (1/6)
He passed nezumi blackfurs and truefurs as he strode through the tunnels, themselves dug into solid rock and high enough for a Gor to walk through, meaning ample enough space for nezumi. The rat-like people seemed largely fatigued, yet there was an undeniable sense of pride in achievement. A few tried to block him, then recognised his heritage and stood aside. A small blackfur escorted him to the centre of the catacombs.
At the heart of the maze of tunnels the rock had been smoothed out and neatly carved into tiles. The walls were largely blank, but a few pieces of artwork had been engraved here and there; the slaying of Emperor Datan, the razing of the Imperial Grounds, a scene involving a figure Nezzedin recognised as Turpis and an older human in some sort of building with lots of shelves and small tablets, a nezumi eating some cheese (he did wonder about that one). He eventually reached Genedin's private quarters.
His father lay on a straw mat, grievously wounded from stab wounds. He remained dressed in dented copper armour with a copper spear by his side, both buffed to a shine in anticipation of his final moments. His breathing became laboured in the shock of seeing his son, yet he regained control. Nezzedin cast an eye around the room; his six brothers all stood waiting, watching their father and their eldest brother in turn. He ignored them and knelt by his father.
"Father," he said, bowing his head. "You have attained victory."
"At some cost," his father chuckled, little bits of blood in the spittle at his lips. "But yes. Vengeance is mine, and I have returned. If I had lived, perhaps I could have united the Empire beneath us after this. Now, though, I suppose I must leave it to you." He smiled weakly.
"The Emperor fought better than I had imagined," Nezzedin considered, looking over Genedin's wounds. Genedin laughed harshly.
"The Emperor died like a squealing pig on my spear, begging 'til his last. No, this came from our people."
"Our people?" Nezzedin raised an eyebrow.
"That bastard god of yours gave the tricks of these" - he tapped his shining armour - "to one of my chiefs instead of me. I wrested the secrets from him, but it gained him much prestige. Once the Imperial Grounds were ours, traitors in my camp turned on me and sought to steal the glory." He spat, giving a dark glance to one or two of his sons. "Most are dead. Some remain hiding, waiting for my end. Well, it comes soon enough, and I will go to the Void as my forefathers did before me. Velik Broj awaits me." He closed his eyes for a moment and Nezzedin thought he had reached his end. Then Genedin spoke.
"The Empire must be re-united under us," he said, his voice cracking. "Otherwise the Elves will just rise again and we will be slaves once more. You must do this, Nezzedin, for you alone have the strength."
"No, you must not," came a darkly familiar voice from the doorway. Nezzedin bared his teeth at the arrival of his stern-faced God.
"My place is with my father!" he snapped.
"Your place is with me." Turpis strode over to his disciple and touched his shoulder. Nezzedin felt a tingling sensation run through his body. "And so long as you serve me and retain my power, it will remain that way."
"Traitor," breathed Genedin. "You turned on me..."
"No, I held my word both spoken and unspoken," replied Turpis harshly, kneeling beside the dying nezumi. "I merely offered you knowledge, but you desired vengeance and power, and I gave you both. That this is the cost of such an endeavour should not matter. Regardless of your dying this day, regardless of what its outcome, you will be remembered. It is at least as great an immortality as that your son possesses."
"My son?" managed Genedin, feeling the last ounces of strength drain from him and the thin tendrils of the Void reaching for his soul.
"Oh, yes. So long as your son serves me, age will not claim him. He may still die, but his mortal life is halted. Is that sufficient, Genedin? First of the Nezumi Emperors?"
Genedin could manage no words, but a thin, bitter smile crept across his lips before he passed forever into Velik Broj's grasp. Turpis stood to address his disciple and Genedin's other sons.
"The price of your shade of immortality, Nezzedin, is to serve me and to give up any significant role in mortal affairs beyond that I dictate. A healthy measure of free will for a healthy measure of life. You have a scant decade remaining, my disciple. Trust me, I know. If you wish, you may leave my service and pursue the glory of your father's legacy. You may do so at any time and your life will resume. You will age, you will die. Or you may remain with me and stand untouched as the centuries pass, retaining a measure of your own freedom and still able to enjoy many of the fruits of life with the eternal vitality of youth."
Nezzedin glared at his God, then softly at the body on the floor. He nodded mute assent. Turpis carried on.
"As for you, younger sons of the First Nezumi Emperor, it is now your responsibility to fulfill your father's legacy - or not, should you wish it. Remember however that only one of you can be Emperor, and that any or all of you can die. Make your alliances, make your vendettas, do whatever you feel necessary. I strongly encourage you to seek my favour in these matters, and the favour of my priests." He clapped his hands. "Chop chop, then. The world awaits your actions."
Turpis led Nezzedin through a door into a hallway, away from the rising squabbling of his brothers. As they walked, Turpis' gait changed and Nezzedin felt some distinct quality in the air alter. His God seemed to grow stronger, more influential. A smile curled on Turpis' lips.
"That went about as well as planned."
"Something to do with rules that I, as a mere mortal, am not privy to?" Nezzedin asked drily.
"Indeed," Turpis chuckled.
Gain Portfolio Element: Politics (3/6)
The pair arrived at a cavernous dome, smoothed by unseen Gor labour and possessing a number of archways carved into the sides in all directions. Some led to further tunnels, others were simply a carved arch over bare stone. Nezzedin judged the dome itself to be nearly half a mile in diameter and momentarily broke step in awe; the architecture nearly, nearly matched that of the impressive works of the Ger city, though this dome had a planned feel that the organic growth of the Ger homeland did not. A thin, shining light came from the apex of the dome. Nezzedin peered at it.
"Is that a... tree?"
"A branch. Actually still connected to that world-tree Thiliazari grew. I'm hoping He doesn't notice that one of the limbs is sticking into a portal. He might take issue with that." Turpis shrugged. "Or not, but it's a temporary fix either way. Sustaining a gate for such a small endeavour is little difficulty for this chamber."
The pair reached the centre of the dome, rather quicker than Nezzedin would have thought. He suspected Turpis might be adjusting time for convenience again. The smooth and featureless floor was interrupted by two pearly-white orbs set into a swirling mosaic of black and white tiles, about six feet in diameter.
"They were cut out of two rocks from beyond the edges of this world," Turpis said, squatting by one of the stones and running his hand over it. "Each one has circled through the void beyond many times, travelled to places beyond your imagining, and even through the very planes themselves before coming here. They were collected by Wayock, whom you know, in return for a favour. The scroll buried beneath them came from Alether, whom you do not."
"Alether?"
"The God whose domain commands the magic of mortals, and of knowledge and I fear soon enough of secrets." Turpis pursed his lips disapprovingly. "I had hoped for that one myself, but I shall still retain some influence in that area regardless."
"Another of those things I don't know about?"
"Quite. But allow me to enlighten you some on the matter. Each of the Gods has great power, some greater than others, but each claims dominion of a certain aspect of existence. We are woven into the very fabric of the world, you could say. Not accurate, but true enough. Wayock is most clearly God of War, but He also maintains strong influence on matters of orbit." Turpis paused as he saw Nezzedin's blank look. Astronomy was not really a known subject on Nitomushul. "Things that pass through the void beyond the world," he conceded. "The important thing is that He holds influence over aspects of travelling, something I do not. Similarly, Alether's dominion of Knowledge and Learning gives Him aspects over divination and the revelation of truths that I have only tenuous grasp over. Yet through these tokens of Theirs, I may tap into such sources of power as They control."
"So the grand scheme of yours is..?" Nezzedin asked, not exactly impressed with Turpis' posturing.
"Travel."
Turpis snapped his fingers and the many arches around the dome flickered to life, shimmering with images of distant places. Nezzedin recognised instantly his home swamps, the burnt-out Imperial Grounds, the hidden city of the Ger and even the mysterious world he had glimpsed through the portal in the Ger city. Yet others he did not; an expansive ocean, a strange building wreathed in fire where insectoid fish flew over seas of uncooling magma, a great mountain, an incredible and terrifying realm of oil and machines. Turpis snapped his fingers again and the arches winked out, replaced by blank stone again. Nezzedin heard faint plinking sounds from the stone of the archway where the image of the fire-realm had appeared.
"I call it The Halfway House. A sort of meeting place for all mortals. A hub of travel, if you will. Each of these archways has the capacity to maintain a permanent portal to a realm, any realm, so long as another deity does not prevent it. You might think me a deity who relishes disorder, but this could well unify the world in its own way. The kind of unification brought about by commerce and trade, by negotiation and compromise. The kind of unification I'm interested in. That little stunt with the gates ought to let the Others know what's going on at any rate. I'm sure They'll contact me soon enough about whether they do or do not want a link to this place themselves."
"You want me to manage a trading post?" Nezzedin raised an eyebrow, but Turpis waved a hand dismissively.
"No, no. You have more important things to do. I'm sure I can find someone to run this place."
"Then what of me, Master?" Nezzedin asked, caring little for such grand schemes.
Turpis snapped his fingers again and one of the arches flickered into life, displaying a glassy black beach by the massive cavern of where the sea had once sat. Nearby a stream poured water into the great abyss, though it had never quite recovered from the destruction wrought by Rhuax.
"You are to travel to the ruins of Ynoclia, Nezzedin. A war has been brewing between the Gods, a war perhaps averted, though we should be wary of resting just yet. Still, even without the war itself, there has been much destruction. Many opportunities lie in its rebuilding. Your tasks are twofold - first, to visit the citizens and help them rebuild. Second, to make contact with the Rhuaxian cult there. It is time for us to make overtures of peace to Rhuax, in the hope that He may accept a place in this newer order of the world."
Create Artefact: The Halfway House (6/6)
Game Use: The Halfway House acts as an amplifier for travel magic. The owner of the House may connect any two planes or locations at the cost of 1AP, but the House itself must serve as an intermediary. Any other deity may connect to the House at the cost of 1AP and effectively use it as a hub of transport to any other (accessible) gate connected to the House.
The owner of a linked portal, or the owner of the House, may allow/deny/specify access through that portal whenever they wish. For example, if Rhuax only wishes servants of Garish to enter through a portal to Istomoshur, then that will be the case unless the owner of the House dictates otherwise. The creator of the portal may disengage the portal as a free action, however, without the owner of the House being able to reactivate it without creating a new portal entirely. (So if you don't want to be invaded by Garish through the House and the owner refuses to let you keep it locked down, you can just turn the portal off completely.)
If the House is ever destroyed, all portals linked to it will collapse instantly.
As an added benefit, all mortal spells relating to travel and divination are enhanced within the Halfway House as if in a realm with the Enhanced Magic trait.
Requirements to Create: At least 1AP from a deity whose portfolio relates to Divination, and at least 1AP from a deity whose portfolio relates to Travel. Total cost 3AP.
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on July 18, 2009, 09:09:33 pm
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
The Einherjar had a physical body in Asgard, yet if they ever got to the material plane, they would not, they would have an etheral body, they would be a soul, a lost soul.
Post by: Grek on July 19, 2009, 04:05:09 am
"Wayock, my brother, we once were friends and allies. Just as you want war and valorous souls, I want to see things burn and feel the ashes underfoot. I will return the light to the sky and even return the suns to their places in the sky, if you will not begrudge me my flames. Name a gift from me, and it is yours, as a sealing of this pact and a return to the times when we were not set against eachother so."
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Post by: Grek on July 19, 2009, 02:17:55 pm
The first would be a mighty sword, forged from Fire and Magma and bizzare metals from beyond this world. With it, Wayock could slice through the heavens and the earth.
The second would be a brilliant crown, set with the shattered fragments of the dead star Maria, from this crown, blinding light shined forth, striking the eyes of all who would dare attack it's owner.
Rhuax nodded his head and saw that it was good. He sent forth a herald to Turpis with the following message:
"Turpis, I require someone to carry these gifts to Wayock to seal our truce. You are the only one that I trust enough to allow you into Istamoshor. Serve me well in this, and you will be granted dominion over the dark corners of this world."
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: Iituem on July 19, 2009, 05:43:40 pm
"The flames approve your coming, but it is best that the scions of Rhuax maintain control here."
"I see," commented Nezzedin drily. "So will your people be inclined towards an alliance with the other survivor clans?"
"Of course not. The fires must burn until the strongest have survived. So sayeth Rhuax, whom I have spoken to person-"
The leader was interrupted by a massive gout of flames bursting from the bowl. A towering figure took form from the flames.
"I am the herald of Rhuax." it announced.
"You see?!" screeched the cult leader. "Rhuax has heard my prayers and sends His own herald to answer! Guide us, oh herald! Guide us!" The herald gave him an odd look.
"I don't think I've ever seen you in my life."
"But surely Rhuax has mentioned me, and how I have guided His chosen people to glory, yes?" the cult leader babbled, keenly aware of the growing anger in his erstwhile followers.
"Not as such, no. Please stop talking to me."
The herald shook its head and turned to Nezzedin, ignoring the humans descending on the flailing cult leader.
"You are Turpis' herald, yes?" Nezzedin nodded, trying to block out the crunching and the screams. "I have a message to deliver."
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Turpis knelt in the wide cavern of the Halfway House, inspecting a small pool of silvery water summoned in the rocky floor.
"The year is almost up, but no further motion from my allies. Hrm. They really ought to use this power if they don't want me to."
Turpis tilted his head, as that part of himself that extended beyond his familiar form tingled softly with his herald's prayer. So. Rhuax is responding.
He glanced at the pool and shrugged. No reason to go unprepared.
Turpis dipped a hand into the pool and soft strands of silvery light ran up his sleeve, darkening into wisps of shadow before shrouding his form.
Create Battle Artefact: Robe of Shadows (3/3 Pantheon AP)
Turpis snapped his fingers at two of the archways and a pair of gates flickered into being, one to a fiery realm of light and shadow, another to an endless wintry castle. Both were immediately barred by shimmering force as the seals of their respective deities took hold.
Turpis, to Wayock and Rhuax
"If you both will allow me to access your realms for this, I will freely act as mediator in this matter. Additionally I will happily connect both your realms by permanent gateways to this Hub, with entry conditions as determined by yourself, at no cost to yourselves."
"I await your decisions."
Post by: Grek on July 19, 2009, 06:54:25 pm
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on July 19, 2009, 08:04:14 pm
"One does not gain entry to Asgard, you can however connect to the Ger city. There we may do this. You may also create a portal from the half way house to the Ger city. However it needs a name."
In preparation Wayock went down to an unassuming Ger, he took thee and change thee for after what Wayock did he was no longer a Ger, but the house for Wayock on his forays into the mortal world..
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Post by: The Willow Wisp on July 19, 2009, 09:32:29 pm
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Upon returning to Zynlon, Kryz realized he had yet to claim a favorite device of his, Thunder.
Raise Divine Rank (2 of 5 AP): DR is now 10
Gain Domain (0 of 5 AP): Thunder
Post by: Psyco Jelly on July 19, 2009, 11:05:48 pm
Gain Domain (Consumption): 3/5 AP remaining
He realized that his Nezumi had successfully conquered the elves. The empire was taken, but this only served to scatter the elves. It would be hard to find a section of the woods that did not harbor a treetop village, or a commons burrow.
Now is the time for them to integrate with the Nezumi.
He reached to Imerrel, one of Nas's old daughters. She was the one who led the fight against the Nezumi before cutting losses and leaving. The thousand insects swarmed into her tent, and formed a being that could easily be recognized as Velik Broj.
"Master?" She said with more than a hint of surprise in her voice.
"There is something I need of you."
"You need me for something?! You let us, your 'chosen race' lose a critical battle with the Nezumi, when you previously showed your unfaltering support?!"
"They defeated you fairly. It was no action of my own. Rhuax's stolen fire allowed them to forge better weapons, Wayock taught them how to turn the battle in their favor. Your only advantages were your strength and druidic magic. The lesson to be learned is that you should never underestimate your slaves."
"I... See. You teach the same way the forest does. Brutally and unexpectedly. My service is yours."
"You need to unite yourself with the Nezumi. Keep them not as slaves, but as allies. You give them direction and they give you masterwork crafts, and a formidable army."
"How would I do that?"
"The leader of the Nezumi has been struck a mortal blow. His first son, Nezzedin serves a different god, a resourceful one. You need to negotiate with him how you could unite and lead the two empires. Convincing him will be more difficult than convincing an elf, he won't respond to violence. Travel to the Ynoclian ruins, where he was last seen."
"I will try my hardest." She said with a bow.
"You will build a new empire, Illicturi it shall be named, it means One of All in Nezu."
Heh, build. Velik Broj thought to himself.
Create Concept (Construction) 0/5 AP remaining.
Post by: filiusenox on July 19, 2009, 11:08:38 pm
Titus then became known as the god of ice(3/4 used to gain domain:Ice)
Titus then bidded his time and waited.
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on July 19, 2009, 11:31:47 pm
Spoiler: Actions (click to show/hide)
Wayock, to the Guardians of Prime.
"Your inability to cohesively attack and deal with threats have frustrated me, I feel you are no longer fit to guard."
Spoiler: Action (click to show/hide)
Wayock then retreated back to his Plane, to recuperate and admit the latest group of heroes. These days the souls come upon in number, with each soul Wayocks power grows, with each battle his power grows, with each use of ore his power grows. With each orbit he grows, mayhap he will eclipse all.
Spoiler: Action (click to show/hide)
Post by: Poltifar on July 20, 2009, 05:38:11 am
"The situation is again dire, fellow Guardians. The current situation might seem peaceful, all strife put to an end, but how long will this phase last? Rhuax is still free, and Wayock again supports him. Prepare, for the strife shall start again."
And Alether himself prepared, and secreted the most exclusive and rare knowledge from the mortal world and the divine planes, hiding them in his library. With these secrets, he would be able to strike at any enemy in ways none would have ever thought possible.
Gain Domain: Secrets (2 AP)
Raise Divine Rank: DR 11 (3 AP)
0/5 AP left
Post by: filiusenox on July 20, 2009, 09:32:26 am
"My freinds,im sorry but I support my elemental brothers: Wayock and Rhuax."
Post by: Psyco Jelly on July 20, 2009, 02:08:35 pm
"Lord of magic, I ask you for a small portion of your knowledge. It is true that right now the bodies of those that perish feed the ground, but I wish for them to serve me in... Other ways. Is there any form of magic you would be willing to grant me that could put their bodies to use for my empire?"
((Asking for necromancy, at least the act of creating undead.))
Post by: CJ1145 on July 20, 2009, 04:06:23 pm
As time passed, and they were bathed in the silver light of the Material Plane's tree-star, they changed. Their skin grew darker, taking on a gray hue as opposed to the golden aura projected by their brothers still in their home domain. Their time there taught them what Thiliazari had not: How to master weaponry, and to use their divinely-gifted powers for more offensive purposes.
They were the Ju'Rin. (Create sub-race, Ju'Rin; 3/4 AP remaining)
They traveled across the entire Plane, colonizing the forests, the plains, anywhere they could that was new and exciting. They were free the wander the wilds as they wished. But they had no way to find each other, no way to remember where they had been. So Thiliazari granted them a way to record all their findings and put it to paper.
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But one among them was gifted. His name was N'Khufu, and his people said he had been chosen by Thiliazari himself. He grew in stature, a full head over his people. They declared him their Grand Chieftain, and his cousin Denitzii, King of the Na'Rin and all Thiliazari's Chosen, elected him as the leader of the Material Plane's Sentinel branch.
(Beget God-ish (N'Khufu), Free Action)
He adapted quickly, and brought the knowledge of the god of Nature to the Material Plane swiftly, and painfully. The word "overzealous" would describe him well, as he would within months connect all the Ju'Rin settlements with a series of pathways, and any village or settlement caught in-between was either shown the light, or banished to a bloody condemnation.
Thiliazari wished to stop him, but he was spent. He would find a way soon, but until then, N'Khufu had free reign over his kingdom.
Post by: Iituem on July 20, 2009, 05:32:43 pm
"This I do to seal a peace between the Firelord and the world of Nitomushul; a people of His own that live within it, that He has reason not to extinguish it in totality, and a link between His realm and those of Wayock's people, to symbolise their agreement to this pact."
Turpis drew three silvery threads from the pool, emptying it once again. He opened a gate to the ruins of Ynoclia and wove two with divine skill, shaping them into webs and patterns in the lives of mortal men. Then with the last he wove threads in the fabric of the Halfway House, drawing open two of the archways; one to a searing realm of equal fire and darkness, another to a different hidden realm beneath the earth.
Garbed in his robe of shifting shadows, Turpis stepped into the fiery domain of Rhuax and received from Him the two artefacts of power to transfer to the Wargod. He passed through the flames that would consume any mortal that lay at the heart of that God's domain, then returned to the safety of the Halfway House, travelling thereafter to the city of the Ger. He presented the Crown and the Sword to Wayock's avatar, completing for now His role in the proceedings.
Create Hub Portals: Ger City, Istamoshur [1AP, Pantheon Pool, + 1AP personal]
Transfer Crown of Maia from Rhuax to Wayock (Free)
Transfer Sword of Flame from Rhuax to Wayock (Free)
Nezzedin stood a distance back from the muscled, scarred human dressed in rich and ragged purple robes. The Firemaster, as he had become known, had in the last six months accomplished what years of squabbling amongst the survivor clans could not; unity amongst those left in Ynoclia. He raised an arm to the chorus of nearly a thousand gathered beneath the ruins of the great tower where he now made his base.
"Hail, Rhuax!" he called. "Hail Rhuax, for His might, His purifying flame has burned away that which ailed us, and brought us once again to glory our people deserve!"
"Hail Rhuax!" came the resounding cry. "Hail the Firelord!"
Giving his final blessings to the throng, he retreated from the balcony into the private chambers where Nezzedin sat. The nezumi studied the half-sandy, half-glassy goblet in his hand, sipping at the water within.
"You say this is 'sandcrafting'?" he asked.
"Yes," said the Firemaster, "though the mermen never passed on its secrets."
"Though you held other secrets of your own," Nezzedin mused, picking up a small fruit from the bowl on the salvaged table by the Firemaster's spartan bed. "For one, you say you can produce a regular, steady supply of these each year? Without having to forage extensively?"
"It is simple agriculture," replied the Firemaster, puzzled.
"Simple to you, perhaps. Still, I do hope you are enjoying your position."
"Indeed," the Firemaster chuckled. "Hail Rhuax."
"Very droll," said Nezzedin, shooting him a dark look. "Do not forget whom you truly serve, however. My master pays more attention to purely mortal affairs than the others, and you may rest assured that He collects on His debts."
"Perhaps," the Firemaster mused, casting an evil eye at the nezumi cleric. "Or perhaps not. I wonder how He would react if I were to have my guards kill you here and now." Nezzedin sipped at his water, apparently unconcerned.
"He would withdraw His patronage, I imagine. Remember whose servants provided you with your information, whose spies gathered the locations of your enemies and planted agents in their ranks. Remember who coached and trained you to be the leader of these people. He has given you all that you desire and in return he asks only your service."
There came a heavy knock on the door. A human guard pushed through, saluting with a fist against his chest to the Firemaster. He gave a barely disguised look of disgust at Nezzedin, who continued to sip at his water.
"Firemaster," the guard said, "there is someone here who wishes to speak to you. A foreigner, she says she is of station amongst the Elven Empire." He signalled to another pair of guards, who escorted in a youthful elven woman, garbed in carapace armour and bearing several scars of battle. Nezzedin immediately stood up, placing a hand on the copper dagger at his belt.
"Leave us!" he snarled to the guards. The guards glanced to the Firemaster, who nodded his assent. They filed out, leaving the three alone in the chamber. The elf kept her hands away from her chitin axe and cautiously Nezzedin removed his from his dagger.
"Who are you?" the Firemaster asked.
"My name is Immerel," the elf replied, "daughter of Nas and one of the leaders of what was the Elven Empire."
"What brings you to Rhuaxia?" the Firemaster asked quickly, before Nezzedin could interrupt him.
"He does," Immerel replied, nodding to Nezzedin. "His God does, at any rate. Though if I am to understand Velik Broj's assessment, this will likely involve you as well." The nezumi flinched instinctively, a hint that loyalties to his old master might still be present.
"What does Velik Broj wish with the Firestarters?" Nezzedin asked. "And with me?"
"Your father shattered the Empire, and with it scattered all of Velik Broj's people. This has purged corruption from us and taught us harsh lessons, but it has made us weak. We seek to forge a new Empire, Illicturi."
"'One of All'?" Nezzedin snorted. "Will it hold true, though? We will not be slaves again."
"You need not be," Immerel said, though she cast a subtle glance toward the Firemaster that Nezzedin did not miss. "We accept the nezumi as equals, you have proven your strength. It would be better, would it not, for there to be one mighty Empire than two struggling and divided?"
"Perhaps it would," agreed Nezzedin, "though I shall have to commune with my God on His thoughts there. I warn you that I have shed my links to my family, though. I cannot use my influence with them to get what you desire." He could see Illicturi's face fall; clearly she had been searching for just that.
Do not forget the resources you have at hand, then, came a thought to his mind. A smile curled on Nezzedin's lips.
"Yet perhaps there may be aid to come." He turned to the Firemaster. "You may be relieved to know that we will be calling in our favour sooner than planned, Firemaster."
"Is that so?" the human leader asked.
"Indeed. Bring the aid of Rhuaxia to Immerel's faction, lend her the power of the Firestarters to help reunite the Empire, and it will ensure Rhuaxia's place within it. Consider, the structure and magic of the Elves, the craftsmanship and tactics of the Nezumi, and the power and skills of the humans of Rhuaxia combined. What glory that might bring, glory that you would play a key role in."
"And of myself?" the Firemaster asked suspiciously.
"Not only will Rhuaxia's future be ascertained," Nezzedin promised, "but your contract with us shall come to an end. Your soul will be freed from our bargain and allowed to pass on to the rewards that Rhuax will surely shower upon you." The Firemaster's lips spread into a hungry smile at the promise of freedom from his fate. Nezzedin's own calm smile matched Immerel's; both knew the implications of the contract he had offered far more clearly than the human did.
Create Nation: Rhuaxia (from the survivors of Ynoclia)
Create Prestige Class: Firestarter [2AP from Pantheon Pool, 0 left in Pantheon]
In the cool dome of the Halfway House, handfuls of adventurous Ger had already begun to build small hostels and houses, and the more independently-minded Heliophagii dared brave the cool of the dome to trade items of heat-resistant wrought metal from the craftsger. The limb of the tree of light had been replaced by a tiny extension of the portal to Istamoshur, from which the shining light of Rhuax's realm provided constant illumination to events.
It came as a surprise to all such inhabitants when two more of the great archways rumbled and flickered to life; one to a grassy plain, the site of a great battle where trees had been burnt to the ground; the other to a craggy and dark cliff of molten glass by a shallow sea, where a spire rose amongst blackened ruins lit by ever-maintained fires.
Create Hub Portals: Rhuaxia, Genedos (surface) [0/3AP left]
[Edit: Balance Reasons]
Post by: filiusenox on July 20, 2009, 05:43:10 pm
Titus pressed down on the land.Causing the ruins of old Ynoclia to be under sea level.If there was any sea.(Mold land:push down Old Ynoclia.4 out of 4 ap used.)
Post by: Psyco Jelly on July 20, 2009, 09:44:08 pm
"What in the void? Nezzedin! What's going on!? That was no earthquake I've ever felt!"
She darted outside.
"We're in the middle of a basin!"
Post by: Poltifar on July 21, 2009, 02:50:59 am
"There are indeed such secrets hidden in my library. And, like all my secrets, they are also found in the Codex of Arcana, on the material plane. In normal circumstances, I would have refused to give the knowledge, citing my personal rules of having to get the Codex to teach your people. However, since there are certain... happenings, and since it seems you only wish for a tiny fraction of the Arcane knowledge that is hidden in the Codex, that of Necromancy, I am willing to negotiate a deal with you."
"First, you will have to limit yourself to only that part of Arcane magic. Second, you will have to personally claim dominion over that part of magic, as such that there is no conflict with my own broad and all-encompassing Arcane magic. Third, I ask for two beetles from yourself, to complement my powers in the next cycle. Do we have a deal?"
Post by: Grek on July 21, 2009, 02:51:51 am
"You have done well, Prince of Lies. I shall honor our agreement. You shall be the granted dominion over the Night and the shadowed places of Nitomoshal."
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Rhuax had long heard the praying of the Firemaster, but did not pay it much heed at first, for he had many cults and few truely pleased him. This one, however, was different. He had a small nation of followers. This was the place to begin the Cult of Flames and insitute proper worship of the God of Flames.
As the Firemaster performed his auguries, the long dormant gateways to Istamoshor began to shine once more. Light filled the mortal world, and down from the sky walked the legion of Stormkin who had so long ago been lead from their homeworld to forge an Empire. As they walked through the streets to the compound of the Cult, the light from the portal seemed to follow them, and plants bloomed where their feet fell.
Rhuax, through an stormkin defector, to the High Firemaster of Rhuxia
"Rhuax has led us here to assist Him in forging a new empire in this darkened world. We are the Heralds of the Divine Light of Istamoshor. We are to report to you, the Firemaster and the leader of the Cult of Flames, and say to you His will and fight along with you."
"Hail Rhuax! My prayers for guidance are answered! What is His will?"
"Each day for seven days, you must burn an offering of wood, oil and incense to the God Rhuax. When this has been done, the light of Istamoshor will shine forth through the world once more and all will know that this Empire is blessed by Rhuax, Lord of the Seven Suns."
"His Will be done. Hail Rhuax!"
And so it was done. The offerings began and soon the Suns begain to shine once more across the land.
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During these days, Hielophagii from wandered into Rhuaxia through the Half Way House. First came those who were of shadows, to make contact with the few followers of Turpis in Rhuaxia, then came the golden hielopaghii of the light. Small Rhuaxian cults, unsatisfied with the Firelord's teachings, sprung up around these metallic visitors from the planes and mystical secrets were transmitted to the cults. It was said by these priests that the Hielophagii were the true heralds of Rhuax and that the stormkin were imposters.
From the Hielophagii, they learned minor tricks of fire magic, conjuring small flames and walking on coals, but greatest was the secret rites needed to draw the attention of Rhuax. The Firemasters, though magically powerful, were ignorant and unable to commune clearly with Rhuax, and so their prayers seldom were answered. The new cults, though without the organization and the raw power of the Cult of Flames, were rapidly recruiting new members. It was they, it seemed to the people, who truely spoke to Rhuax.
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Post by: filiusenox on July 21, 2009, 10:16:27 am
Post by: Psyco Jelly on July 21, 2009, 04:42:38 pm
"It is as good as done. Where in your library could I find information on the subject? If I may enter."
Post by: Iituem on July 21, 2009, 04:54:57 pm
Free Action: Move some Rhuaxians to the tower, some to the Hub or Genedos. Many remain within the city, refusing to leave despite the danger.
Post by: Psyco Jelly on July 21, 2009, 05:07:44 pm
"It seems we will have to continue our conversation at a later date."
Post by: filiusenox on July 21, 2009, 05:09:17 pm
Post by: The Willow Wisp on July 21, 2009, 11:12:45 pm
Kryz, to Guardians of the Prime
"This one believes you all will be perfectly capable of protecting the Material Plane with out this one's assistance."
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Kryz, to Wayock, Grek, and Titus
"This one has decided to join you, if you shall have him."
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Kryz, to Titus
"As you asked before, here is the power this one promised you."
Summary
Left Pantheon (5 of 5 AP): Left Defender's of the Prime
Join Pantheon (3 of 5 AP): Wayock, Rhuax, and Titus (to be renamed later hopefully)
Give AP ( 1 of 5 AP): Give 2 AP to Titus
Post by: Grek on July 22, 2009, 12:32:05 am
((DUDES THEIR IS NO WATER YET!!! IS THERE?))((No. I destroyed it all. You will want to make more.))
Post by: filiusenox on July 22, 2009, 12:56:32 pm
He then tuaght the Rhuaxians about the Elemental gods, and how they built the world that surrounded them.(Use one ap to teach populus)
Post by: The Willow Wisp on July 22, 2009, 07:13:57 pm
"These fools," he thought, "Living their naive existence. Sheltered. Protected. No longer."
These thoughts were his, yet, not his. He was rought with great surges of dark, twisted powers. There was a burst of dark, evil energies; and were Kryz once stood, a new form stood. This new form was physicaly identical to Kryz, except that his clothes were darker than the blackest night. His skin was no more than a shadow, so black that the shadow cast by the hood of his cloak was lighter than his acual skin. This new form staightened up and said aloud, "The fool finally let his guard down."
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This new form summoned up the Herald of Kryz. Upon reaching this new form, the Herald looked confused. "Who are you?" It asked. As soon as the words left the creature's mouth, he was silenced. A swirl of dark energies consumed it. As the energies fell from the herald it's form had changed. Where a proud hawk once sat, a brooding raven now waited.
"Go my minion," the new form commanded, "tell the other gods of my existence. They may call my Synk. I am the better half of that fool Kryz. Until he manages to regain control, he is of no concern."
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The raven then flew away to deliver his new master's message. Synk then turned his attention to the Storm-kin Kryz had grown so fond of. The sight of their naive existence disgusted him. He decided to show Kryz the errors in sheltering a race. He let some of the dark energies flow from him. These energies went amongst the Storm-kin and entered their minds. Twisting their thoughts, corrupting their very beings. These Storm-kin soon became insane. Many having breakdowns and going on rampages. Others babbling on about hearing voices and always being watched. These energies also leaked into the Material Realm, effecting the races of the Material realm in the same way. Synk laughed as he watched these things unfold. He began to contemplate what he could do to celebrate his release.
Summary:
(Switched personalities from Kryz to Synk)
Pestilence (0 of 5 AP): Mental Illness on part of the population of all races
Post by: CJ1145 on July 22, 2009, 08:00:14 pm
"My child, N'Khufu has misunderstood his directions. Storm-kin, human, Archon, race and nationality means nothing to him. N'Khufu kills them all for their indifference to me, including those who have not yet heard my name. He has seen too much corruption, and he has forgotten how to tell the difference between piety and evil. Take the Sentinels loyal to you and attempt to reconcile with him. Either that, or kill him. Whatever happens, you must be sure he will cease his actions before the other gods take his actions as my own. With a bastion of evil amongst the gods, he may soon find refuge there. Go with my blessing."
Denitzii nodded silently and stood. He was clad in a white mail with red trim, in a noble pattern forming the outline of the Judge Stag, Thiliazari's symbol. A winged nasal helm covered his face, leaving only his thin lips and brilliant, dazzling eyes visible. On his back he carried a rounded shield, casted of steel and a metal that not even the Na'Rin may know of. In his hands, a runed longsword, with a hilt of gold and a diamond pommel, said to contain the power of a god itself. Denitzii was told that if he could find a way to destroy the pommel, he would become a being to even rival his creator. As of the present, he had not come close.
Behind him stood 3,000 of his finest Sentinels, only a fifth of the men and women that stood watch day and night in Iniracebela, and only a minor fraction of vast armies of Ju'Rin that wandered the Material Plane. They were clad similarly to their King, and each had decades of experience. They were the greatest soldiers of the Na'Rin, capable of besting any beast, man, or abomination in all of creation. And they were undying in their loyalty to their King and God, and their determination to complete their mission. Their only mission now was the end of N'Khufu's dark reign.
Post by: Poltifar on July 23, 2009, 11:10:07 am
"Yes, you and only you may enter the library. The knowledge you seek is at the top of the tower, were all the Arcane secrets are kept, cloistered by the Ward."
Post by: Iituem on July 23, 2009, 11:42:56 am
"I cannot accept Your gift, Lord of Flames, for other responsibilities demand my power. Let me draw, then, from Darkness this one time and thereafter it remain within Your grasp."
He knelt before the pit and dipped a small phial into the inky blackness, lifting out a fine ounce of unfettered darkness. Once this had been done the sea of night fled from the pit, returning to the dark side of Istamoshur, and great and powerful flames filled the basin. Turpis stared into an inferno hotter and more vibrant than any other in the planes, in an environment where anything less than a deity would be burned away.
He produced a small lump of gold and, with two feeble threads of silver stolen from his weakening pantheon and in the darkness of the vial bound them, forging them together in the divine flames.
"One ring to Rule them all..."
Turpis lifted the finished ring, sigils burning brightly on its surface. He placed it upon his finger and vanished from divine sight.
Gain Dominion: Command [2/3AP]
Forge Utility Artefact: Ring of Power [1/3AP + 2AP from Pantheon]
Utility: The Ring of Power conceals a deity from the sight of all mortals and most divine beings. It functions as if a permanent Plane Lock on that deity's position, preventing him from being perceived (and thus attacked). A deity of at least 4DR higher can make a DR check to overcome this once per turn to discern the wearer's location, as for overcoming a Plane Lock. If the wearer attacks any deity, his position is revealed to that deity and any deities in the victim's pantheon for the remainder of the turn.
Post by: CJ1145 on July 24, 2009, 09:12:11 am
First, Thiliazari taught them the usefulness of maps, as he had with the Ju'Rin. But N'Khufu's people still relied on hunting and the rations they had to survive. They had never thought to take the plants of the forest for food. The Na'Rin now knew what was safe to eat in creation.
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Thiliazari began to glow. As the god of nature he had only so much to help his people with. Perhaps as the God of Adventure, he would have more to aid with.
Gain Domain (Adventure); 0/4 AP remaining
(OOC: I chose the domain Adventure instead of Exploration, as going anywhere you hadn't before, colonization, etc. all seemed to fall under exploration, and that seemed unfair.)
Post by: Poltifar on July 25, 2009, 02:23:23 am
"I'd appreciate it if you would stop taking the power from the pantheon without all our consents. It is supposed to be kept for dire emergencies."
Post by: Poltifar on July 26, 2009, 02:03:13 am
Alether searched through his library, and found what he needed. The knowledge of architecture, through which the Archons would learn to build incredible monuments and accomplish projects never before accomplished on the material realm.
And so, Alether granted them the knowledge through a marble tablet that fell from the sky and landed at their library's doorstep. He then continued guiding them secretly, affecting the turns of events so that they grew smarter and stronger by the day.
That way, the Archons started building themselves a large city within a few years. A city of gleaming white marble. They named the city Splendens.
Evolve Physically: 3 AP
Teach Populous: Architecture: 1 AP
Guide populace: Construction of a great city: 2 AP
0/6 AP left
Post by: The Willow Wisp on July 26, 2009, 08:35:03 pm
Those who died from suicide became a distorted version of their old selves. They would wander the land looking for others, and upon finding them, drain them of their sanity and transform the victim into another of them. Synk called these beings "Allips".
Those who died in violence, under went a similiar transformation. However they did not drain the sanity of their victims. They violently corrupt them into another of them. Synk named these beings "Wights".
Those who were full of evil and sinister intentions were allowed to keep their own thoughts, but were limited to activity only in darkness. They appear as nothing more than sinster figures shrouded in darkness, with only their red eyes to reveal their location. They find and slowly twist their victims into them. Synk dubbed these beings "Wraiths".
Synk them sent these beings into all realms of existance in which he had influence. He then turned his attention to other matters.
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Synk looked upon those few areas were purity was still possible. Small human villages free of violence, storm-kin tribes free of any dark thoughts, and any other form of being that had no drive to take what they want from others. He used his power to corrupt their very nature. He made them think only of themselves. They would steal things they wanted, betray those they didn't like, do whatever they pleased without care for others. Synk was happy to see that even the purest of beings were easily twisted.
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Those that knew of Synk's existance began to worship him out of fear. If they coud please the god of insanity, maybe they could keep their sanity in one piece. Synk laughed at their attempts but did accept the title of God of Madness.
Create Populace (3 of 5 AP): Allips, Wights, and Wraiths
Teach Populous (2 of 5 AP): Selfishness
Gain Portfolio Element (0 of 5 AP): Insanity
Post by: Psyco Jelly on July 26, 2009, 10:56:00 pm
In an instant, he left the library. Now in the bonefield of the imperial grounds, there was no-one in sight. To practice the new spells, Velik Broj began to use entropic forces to power the broken corpses and bones. They formed dark semblances of their old selves, now lacking a soul and the power of free choice.
"Remain in this place. Destroy any non-elf you see."
He kept the instructions simple. This would be the burial grounds for elves alone.
Gain Portfolio Element (Necromancy): 2/5 AP
Create Populous (Zombies and Skeletons): 0/5 AP
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on July 26, 2009, 11:42:36 pm
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Wayocks form, both his god form and his avatar form, were changing. From the red beared human look he started with he changed, he kept the physical shape, the humanoid shape yet...
His eyes were moons, his bones diamonds and his flesh earth. Some of his flesh was rotting, the earthen flesh was falling off in some places. His face remained human, but it changed to gaunt, the look of one who knows too much. His beard became rough and thin, and his hair was wild. Wayock was changing into what he ruled over. Driven to the brink of madness by these changes he finally accepted them. He covered himself up and went underground. There, in a cavern he dug for himself, he made a mighty steed.
The Steed was made to accomodate the gigantic Wayock in his true form. The horse was skeletal, the harbringer of the dead, its bones were iron and diamond, ores of the earth. Its eyes moons. Like Wayock, the horse was what Wayock is. What he ruled over.
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Post by: Grek on July 27, 2009, 12:06:26 am
The High Firemaster preformed the rites of Augury and contacted Rhuax for guidence. From Rhuax, he learned that the four Gods of the Elements had united and that the people were to pray also to those gods, but not the foreign devils of the elves or the archons. He was also told to spread the word that Titus the Teacher and ally of Rhuax, in His infinite mercy, stayed His hand and that soon the rains will return.
The people of Rhuaxia worshiped Rhuax foremost, for the Lord of Flames was an angry God who had to be appeased with offerings in order to preserve their people. Titus, in their minds, was a strange and inscrutable God with few temples, but many heralds and disciples. He was, to the people of Rhuaxia, the Great Teacher who explained the workings of the world and the nature of the Divine. There was Wayock, who was the master of stone and war and the moon, and the caretaker of the souls of the dead. Finally, there were the twin Gods Kryz and Synk, senders of Good and Ill fortune respectively. Some cults worshipped Turpis, thinking Him the Divine Messenger, but all other Gods were banned by order of the High Firemaster.
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Post by: CJ1145 on July 27, 2009, 11:12:17 am
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Thiliazari congratulated Denitzii for both breaking the seal and defeating N'Khufu. His people were growing in power, and he should do the same. In a moment, Thiliazari became more than he was before. He felt truly powerful, perhaps strong enough that he could truly have a say in the goings-on of the world.
Evolve Physically; 2/5 AP remaining
He then turned his head to the horses that Dentzii had used as mounts. His goal was to protect the wildlife, not use them for war. He needed a special mount for his people that was stronger and smarter than horses.
He crafted them first in his mind. They were to be reptilian in nature, aesthetically similar to the dragons of legend. They would fly, they would have special abilities unlike other mounts. But most importantly, they would be intelligent. They would have their own language, but would speak both Common and the language of the Na'Rin. They would be the Drakon.
First would be the Plains Drakon, an emerald green in color. They would breathe no fire, but would be the fastest. The blood-red Desert Drakon would be the strongest. And the Golden Drakon that would inhabit Iniracebela would be the smartest, and would be the mounts of the Na'Rin.
Create Populace (Drakon); 0/5 AP remaining
Post by: Iituem on July 27, 2009, 12:52:48 pm
Gain Portfolio Element: Merchants [2/3AP]
In a way, their prayers were answered. The war continued longer perhaps than it should have, and these merchants and financiers grew fat from the spoils of supplying it. They made sufficient wealth to form a community of their own in the commerce-driven city of Halfway, composed from those Rhuaxians whose small Turpisian cults had chosen to operate within the gate-city instead of the grander realm of Rhuaxia, and from those Nezumi and Dark Elves who had strayed from the path of Velik Broj in turn.
Create Subrace: Hubfolk [3/3AP]
Post by: filiusenox on July 27, 2009, 01:03:05 pm
(give 4 ap to Kyrz/Synk)
He then joined the pantheon of the elementals.Using the patheons power.
(take 1 ap form the pantheon to join the pantheon.)
Post by: Poltifar on July 28, 2009, 02:23:24 pm
Alether sat pondering the situation. Rhuax was most probably still intent on causing destruction on the material plane, and had bribed Wayock to join him. Titus had also showed he was on their side. These together were all already quite a powerful force agains the Guardians of the Prime, and it would only be worse if Garish suddenly awoke and joined them once more.
And Alether was the second most powerful god of all, second only to Wayock, and thus felt that a large share of the responsibility of guarding the material plane fell unto him. Yet, he had his own plans to follow, of nurturing the Archons, of spreading his teachings to the select few who deserved it...
Clearly, Alether was lacking in power to do all these things at once. Thus, he set to work on his greatest creation of all.
The Arcane Lord climbed to the top of the infinite tower of his library. Inspecting the wards that locked the plane and hid his knowledge, he was satisfied that this location would be the best one to put his work. Not even Wayock himself could break the locks of this plane. Atleast, not yet.
Alether summoned the primal eldritch forces, condensing them at the top of the tower. Grasping them with his divine hands, he melded and knitted them together for aeons upon aeons. Then, he grasped even further, to the very foundation of reality, of all realities. The multiverse shook as the power condensed and collapsed into itself, forming a singularity of unimaginable power.
Alether, drained of almost all his strength and power, observed and marveled over his creation. There it stood, untop of the infinite tower of the library of all knowledge, in the heart of the all-encompassing plane of the whirling energies that ruled the multiverse. The Nexus of Power.
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Create Artifact: Nexus of Power: 6 AP
1/7 AP left, and 0/2 AP left in NoP (Charges next turn)
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on July 29, 2009, 12:33:04 am
"I have heard whisperings. Murmurers, some of you may believe we will accept Garish when we come back.
This.
Will.
Not.
Happen.
You also may believe our goal is to cause violence, war and destruction upon the material world. This is not the case, our goal is greater. I also implore you to remember who created the world upon which your creations now stand. I implore you to remember who is responsible for the air that they breathe, who is responsible for the water they drink and the fire that warms their homes."
Post by: CJ1145 on July 29, 2009, 10:33:47 am
You speak as though these things would not have occurred without your guidance. I do say this is madness. You may be in the higher echelons of the gods, but you are by no means the only capable ones. All good things that have come to creation would have come with our without your presence, and I suggest you not be so pretentious about your involvement.
You say your goal is not to destroy, but you align yourself with the dread Rhuax, who has proven time and again his only pleasure is to bring pain and suffering to the Material Plane and all who would support it. He has dried the oceans, he has stolen the lights from the sky so that I must leave my own domain to create a source of light by my own power! Oh! the misery he shall bring if he blinds you to his motives.
If you must find yourself on the side of the bastard of gods, so be it. But I implore you, now, to restrain him. Keep his leash short, so he does not revert all of creation back to a sparkle in our eyes!
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on July 29, 2009, 04:50:08 pm
"Mayhap they would have, mayhap not. But I do not highlight my creation of the world, but my domain.
Rhaux only caused dread and destruction upon the world from corruption by Garish, he stole the light because he believes his domain was being abused, creating fire without permission or acknowledgment. I know a few gods are like this. I am not.
You mistake the who is leading the Pantheon, it is not Rhuax gathering a few gods into service. It is a group of gods brought together through a special... Bond. Rhaux may have been the first, but he is not directing us. I am keeping his leash short. If he does revert 'all' creation, even cause harm that I disapprove on, I will destroy him.
This Alliance, this Pantheon, is not the continuation of Garishes failed attempt for the world. It is new. It's goals are not destruction. We prefer to not cause destruction, but once we reveal our plans. That may be inevitable."
Post by: CJ1145 on July 29, 2009, 06:52:59 pm
Post by: The Willow Wisp on July 30, 2009, 12:00:06 pm
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Synk then turned his attention to the Old Ones.
Synk, to the Old Ones
"My other side seems to have made one smart choice: Joining you. Seeing as I control Air as that fool Kryz did, I see no reason for me to be exluded from this pantheon. If you shall have me, I will work with you. If not, then I shall continue my work without you."
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Synk then looked at Thiliazari and Wayock. Bickering over some insignifigant possibility or another.
Synk, to Wayock and Thiliazari
"Why do you two argue over such nonsense? The Material Plane would have been given earth, fire, wind, and air with or without the Old Ones. But the fact is that we control the things that are required for anything on the material plane to survive. While Rhuax's actions were rash, and a bit foolish, they were justified to some extent. But this Dread Rhuax, as you called him, is now devoted to the pantheon not destroying the Material Plane."
Gain Domain (7 of 5 AP): Corruption
Raise Divine Rank (4 of 5 AP): DR is now 11.
(By the way, the reason I have 9 AP to spend this cycle is because Titus gave me 4, which was added to my 5, making 9.)
Post by: Poltifar on July 31, 2009, 03:20:10 am
Nourish populous: Help build the city: 1 AP
0/7 AP left
Post by: Grek on July 31, 2009, 10:16:46 am
"Kryz or Synk, you are the God of the Winds and, by virtue of that fact, you will always have a place with the other Gods of the Elements.
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Throughout Rhuaxia, the temple guards searched and found the five chosen ones. These chosen ones were summarily brought to the temple and burned alive.
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*Five people appear in Istamoshor, screaming "AHHHHH! It burns!" before realizing they are not dead, no longer on fire and currently located in the afterlife, before their God.
Rhaux, to five of his most trusted followers,
"Garish is of no worth to us any further. He cowers in his Machine-City, unable or unwilling to serve us. If he will not help the Mighty Rhuax willingly, we will take that power by force. Go forth into Skivun, the flesh-face of Garish, and march all the way into the depths of Akash. Bring me the Heart of Garish!"
Everything went black, and when they awoke, they were within a strange and bizzare realm, of metal and flesh. They tried not to think about it, lest their sanity be blasted...
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Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on August 01, 2009, 02:58:42 am
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Wayock, to the Old Ones, The Elementals.
"I request the pantheon power for a personal project of mine."
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When Rhuax destroyed the ocean he in turn destroyed the major rivers, many were dieing from loss of plants along river banks, from loss of fish. So Wayock created new major rivers that wound through the earth, around the planet feeding the people. On the banks of these mighty rivers he propogated new growth of plants and animals. In the name of Titus he soothed the land.
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Post by: Naze on August 01, 2009, 03:15:53 am
"From void evolved Akash. Garish, Father of Machines, saw its perfection. Thus the Grand Evolution began. Father of Machines! Your filigree gaze carves us, and the scars dance upon our grateful flesh! Great Garish moves across the seas of shard and bone and rust! We exalt him in life, in death, and in between!"
Garish rumbled, one mechanical eye peeling open with the hiss of hydraulics and the dripping of hot oil. He was not yet awakened fully.
Yet more Skitarii screamed to the heaven, the largest Skitarii crushing those underfoot in an attempt to raise their mechanical rasping louder.
"Their weak Laws. Their flawed systems. They inhibit the Grand Evolution. In Garish's name, we shall erase them."
Resist the invaders my children...
"Their fragile world. Their futile lives. They obstruct the Grand Evolution. In Garish's name, we shall excise them."
Garish, to Rhuax,
Fool.
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Post by: Poltifar on August 01, 2009, 11:44:08 am
"Garish has returned. Now is the time to prove the truth of your words."
Alether, to the Guardians of the Prime
"Be ready, brothers in battle. For the conflict soon begins."
Post by: filiusenox on August 01, 2009, 04:43:59 pm
Titus to elementals
"I am weak but I will try and hold garish back if you cannot keep him in."
Titus drew his sword and look down at the oceanless planet. The beings that inhabit it will not perish or falter.
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on August 01, 2009, 07:22:10 pm
"For too long has your corruption tainted. Too long have you blindly hurt all around you. Forever you shalt prepare, and prepare. The
Wayock, to The Old Ones, The Elementals.
"Now is the time to show our colours, to show we are not to destroy creation. Come, unto the breach! Let us press forward, let us have Garish's heart!"
Wayock went to a small cliff face upon world, upon his steed he stared at the wall. He dismounted and walked to it. He drew back his arm and punched the wall, his hand sinking into the face. Putting his other hand in he ripped the wall apart, the wall looked into The Breach. The Entrance to Garish.
Wayock, to The Elementals.
"Come my brothers."
Post by: CJ1145 on August 01, 2009, 07:33:29 pm
"I shall not stand for Garish's foolish ploy. The Na'Rin already mobilize, and shall join you next cycle."
Post by: Grek on August 01, 2009, 11:24:19 pm
Rhuax, to Wayock
I stand ready, brother.
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Post by: Iituem on August 02, 2009, 01:16:44 am
- Turpis, to nobody in particular.
Mayari, Nezzik, Daggar and Hale strode through the searing lands and trying their best to ignore the heat, still stifling even through their divine protection. The sapphire rings on their fingers kept the worst of the heat at bay, though Istamoshur was hardly a walk through the park regardless.
"You are certain these things will work?" demanded Mayari coldly. The dark elven ranger kept a hand on her chitin blade, a relic of her family, though a practical understanding of warfare had let her switch the old carapace armour for newer Nezumi-forged copper scales.
"The herald forged them," Hale muttered. "They will work." The Firestarter-turned-cleric of Turpis glared up at the raging inferno that was Istamoshur's sky.
"We're getting paid for this, right?" squeaked Nezzik, scratching his dull black fur idly.
"What we do is vital to the survival of the very cosmos!" Hale snapped, then felt himself being lifted up by the robe.
"But we are getting paid for this," said Daggar. The monolithic Ger, muscles buldging beneath heavy copper plated armour, did not mean it as a question. For reasons of status Hale chose to take it as one.
"Of course," Hale said, shaking himself out of Daggar's grasp. "You were paid a third in advance, held in escrow for you at the Hub. The remainder will be paid out on completion of our mission."
"What's so special about this crystal, then?" Mayari asked. "I would have thought that if your lord was so powerful He could take care of this Himself." Hale snorted.
"How little you understand of the divine," he sneered, then caught himself. The alliance of the New Empire was fragile enough without offending the daughter of the Elven faction's leader. "My lord cannot enter the body of the Machine God without His sensing my lord's presence. As mortals we can pass unnoticed by the Gearlord so long as we do not say His name. Once into the belly of the beast, we must not invoke Him in any way or we are certainly doomed. Then it is simply a matter of evading the Skaturii until we reach the prize."
"And what is the prize?" Nezzik asked.
"Look," said Hale, pointing upward to the sky. The flames drew away, revealing a dark and terrible hole in the firmament. In the shadows beyond, the mortals could make out strange and unnatural shapes; teeth of metal and elaborate chains, slicked with oil and smoke. "It's time. Break the charm, Nezzik."
The blackfur threw down a small glass orb, which shattered on the ground. A soft, silvery cloud enveloped the party, concealing them from sight and lifting them up toward Garish's maw...
Free Action: Send party of adventurers into Garish's realm via Istamoshur. Provide them with mortal-level divine magic in the form of charms and other items.
Free(?) Action: Conceal a small party of mortals from Garish and other deities unless the mortals directly invoke them. Reliant on a link to the party (cleric). Concealment does not work against mortals.
Post by: Archangel on August 02, 2009, 05:51:03 am
Actions:
Evolve physically. 1/4 AP left.
Teach populace: Justice. 0/4 AP left.
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on August 02, 2009, 06:57:23 am
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Wayock, to the Elementals.
"I wish to, again, use the power (2AP) from the Pantheon for the upcoming battle."
Post by: filiusenox on August 02, 2009, 11:17:50 am
Titus to the Elementals
I am here.
Post by: The Willow Wisp on August 02, 2009, 05:07:33 pm
Synk looked upon his gauntlets and, with a somewhat satisfactory tone, said to himself,"Not the best I could make, but the will do."
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Synk then followed his brothers through the portal to the breach. Upon his arrival, he saw waves of Garish's creations ready to stand in his way. With a sinful grin, Synk spoke to his brothers.
Synk, to The Old Ones
"Come brothers, let us destroy this fool, Garish. I will corrupt his heart into utter oblivion. But first, his minions."
And with those words Synk unleashed a wave of corruption upon the armies of Garish.
Create Artifact (1 of 5 AP): Gauntlets of Corruption
Pestilence (0 of 5 AP): Sent waves of pure corruption into the armies of Garish.
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on August 02, 2009, 08:29:10 pm
He grew.
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Smashing into the line of the enemy he killed many upon contact, swinging his axe he killed many more. Now ina trance of rage, of blood lust he yelled.
"I AM"
Slash
"THE WARLORD OF WAR"
Chop
"THE EMPEROR OF EARTH"
Wayock kept swinging and swinging killing many in the process, his army was battling, holding the line well. The Ger were holding the line with their brute strength, the Gar picking them off from afar, or striking from behind. The Gor were helping the Ger, the Dwellers were chopping their knees and he Skar were attacking them for the air. This was not the time for the Wer, Wayock sent them away for their own good. But they could not survive, the horde was never ending.
"I AM, THE MASTER OF MOONS, THE GOD OF GROWTH AND THE GOD OF SOULS."
Wayock, in his bloodlust was never letting up in his savage attack against this horde.
"GARISH, OH GARISH.
Come out, where ever you are. For you doom has come upon you."
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Post by: Naze on August 02, 2009, 09:58:17 pm
Post by: Grek on August 02, 2009, 10:04:05 pm
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Meanwhile, in Skivun, four brave adventurers and a beetle marched tirelessly across the plains of twisted flesh. Golon, dark elf knight in chitin armour, held the reigns of the chitinous steed. Helk, a silent human monk sat behind him, radiating an aura of command. Behind Helk was Mictil, a Heilophage and a shadowy rogue. At the rear of the beetle, Gilkin, another human, held her bow close and scaned the far horizon.
"Why do you think that Rhuax chose us?" intoned Mictil.
"Helk and I are warriors of the Sacred Order of the Burning Carapace. We are Rhuax's most ardent followers." replied Golon
"Right. Then why did they choose Gilkin here?"
"I was trained by the Rangers and Druids of the south. I am a walker of the far horizons." said Gilkin "Why would they He pick you, Mictil?"
"I'm sure He has His reasons." he responded before quickly changing the subject, "Look! There's the way down!"
Post by: filiusenox on August 03, 2009, 12:00:09 pm
The water elementals where battling behind him and assiting the Earth lord's troops when needed.Their wavey blue bodys becoming staind with the foul blood of Garish minoins. Blood was flowing like water.
Post by: CJ1145 on August 03, 2009, 12:17:31 pm
First, he would grow in power.
(Gain Divine Rank: Currently 8; 2/5 AP remaining)
He then turned to the Na'Rin. They were prepared for any war, though this one would not involve them.
(Raise Army (Na'Rin); 0/5 AP remaining)
Post by: Iituem on August 08, 2009, 03:17:30 am
If we were planning to intercede against Garish as per our mandate, this would probably be the time.
Post by: CJ1145 on August 08, 2009, 08:39:47 am
And what help would we be? You are already many against one, we have no way to assist you in any meaningful manner; this is the price you pay for insisting on your own pantheon with no meaningful difference other than in name and other pleasantries.
Post by: filiusenox on August 08, 2009, 10:02:07 am
Titus brought his sword down upoun and grew in strength.
((use 3 ap to grow in level.3 out of 4? or 5?))
Titus then hastily called a herald to him and sent it to Thilzari
Titus to Thilzari
"FOOL! I see your pathic plan for what it is.It will not succed."
Post by: Iituem on August 08, 2009, 12:09:50 pm
You seem to be under the mistaken impression that I am a part of the Elemental pantheon. I am not, being a deity of primarily mortal affairs. I am also loathe to attack Garish without the aid of the pantheon I am part of, which has been somewhat weakened by the formation of the other pantheon, being a deity who does not enjoy being trounced by superior forces.
Post by: Poltifar on August 09, 2009, 12:09:21 am
Gain Divine Rank: Raise to DR 12: 3 AP
Get Portfolio Element: Architectural Wonders: 2 AP
Get Domain: Architecture: 2 AP
0/7 AP left, 2/2 NoP AP left
Alether, to Turpis and Thiliazari
But is not the war against Garish won already? The three elemental gods surely can defeat him, and although I am loath to give them the satisfaction and credit of beating him alone, joining them would be a waste of power.
Post by: The Willow Wisp on August 09, 2009, 12:38:28 am
Plowing head long into the armies of Garish, Synk attacked. His attacks were wild and uncontrolled, caring little if his attacks made direct contact. He took a somewhat sinister joy in destroying these beings. Watching some become twisted, others simply crushed under his attacks, and the rest being corrupting and withering away from the inside. He smiled wickedly, waiting for others to take the place of those he had destroyed.
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While he was destroying the minions of Garish, Synk drew out a power he had yet to tap into. As he fought he grew stronger.
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As he grew stronger, his Gauntlets began to release dark energies. These energies moved from the gauntlet, down Synk's body, to his legs. They formed into a pair of Greaves. The greaves had blades running along the sides, and had many small spikes on the front of the shin. They radiated with the same corruptive power that the gauntlets have. Synk was unaware of them until he stopped attacking long enough to notice they had solidified. He looked down at them and smiled.
Evolve Physically (3 of 6 AP): 7 AP per cycle now.
Create Artifact (0 of 6 AP): Greaves of Corruption
Post by: Poltifar on August 09, 2009, 01:02:57 pm
Alether spun a drop of that power into the power emanated from the Nexus. From these energies solidified a single crystal lens, encircled by a ring of gleaming metal. The lens was to be worn on one's eye, to reveal the weaknesses of the enemy and strike according to them.
Create Battle Artifact: Monocle of True Strike: 3AP
0/7 AP left, 0/2 NoP AP left, 1/2 Pantheon AP left
((Yes, I did just create an insane monocle.))
Post by: Grek on August 09, 2009, 04:11:55 pm
"My brothers, let us claim the Plane of Garish for oursleves. It shall be a forge of the Elements, mixing our powers into new creations, rather than deathless horrors."
Post by: filiusenox on August 09, 2009, 04:29:04 pm
Garish land is our's now brother.
Post by: The Willow Wisp on August 12, 2009, 08:12:06 pm
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on August 12, 2009, 11:59:22 pm
Post by: filiusenox on August 13, 2009, 05:00:34 pm
The herald flew to the city of New Ynoclia and tuaght the people there the wonder of crystal chanting((used 4 out of 5.))
He then broke off a piece of the continent and spreprated it with a great ditch.((outta ap.))
((do we get ap?And im going to claim the crystal domain if fortis does not reply withen 2 cycles.))
Post by: The Willow Wisp on August 16, 2009, 12:33:37 am
Synk, to Wayock
"Let's make this more interesting. Whoever can reach the heart of Garish first gets to destroy it."
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In the midst of all the chaos, Synk's weapons expanded once again. Corruptive energies crept from the gauntlets and began to incase his body. These energies hardened into a chainmail looking armor. It was covered in spikes, as the gauntlets and greaves were, and was constantly releasing corruptive energy. Synk noticed this change and he felt he should complete the set. He placed his hand on his chin and moved it up toward his head. As his hand moved past his face, dark energies lept from his palm and formed a mask. The mask was the same black color as Synk's skin, but it lacked any openings. It had no holes for eyes, nose, or mouth. The mask then let more of these dark energies flow over Synk's head. These energies formed into a helmet of the same color and design. Synk then continued his charge into the lands of Garish.
Create Artifact (4 of 7 AP): Armor of Corruption
Create Artifact (1 of 7 AP): The Tainted Mask
Post by: Emperor_Jonathan on August 16, 2009, 02:17:36 am
First a bow spawned along with its sheath on Wayocks side, in the sheath was a quiver of arrows that never missed.
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Upon his back an impenetrable shell, a disc upon which was his sign. If he wished Wayock could take it off and carry it to defend himself.
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With these new weapons Wayock surged forward, forever deeper to the black heart of Garish himself.
Post by: filiusenox on December 18, 2009, 07:50:49 pm
Post by: Psyco Jelly on December 19, 2009, 01:20:13 am
Well anyway, I liked this, and redux fell through. If any one would like me to run another I could... Last time I got too caught up with RL stuff.
Post by: Grek on December 19, 2009, 02:02:30 am
Post by: RAM on December 19, 2009, 08:07:20 pm
Also you could try to have some sort of influence system or precision system to penalise more powerful beings. There might be a limit on how much power you can exert on some planes, or you need to manifest up to a certain level before doing things, maybe there is a cost to manifest for each action. It would be cheaper to bargain with a hero-god than to do everything yourself...
Post by: Grek on December 19, 2009, 09:03:17 pm
Each player gets one action per turn and as many spells as they can cast.
If a player's Archmage is killed, they are removed from the game, but someone else can create a new Archmage of that order.
If a Player's Order is destroyed, they are removed from the game and their Archmage goes into the pool of monsters to recruit, retaining his defenses.
Each player starts with 3 Mana and 1 Location, designed by them. Their Archmage and Order start at this location.
Actions:
Attack - Kill an enemy Archmage or Monster in an epic battle of magical might. Only works if he has no defenses. Requires that the two combatants be at the same Location.
Move - Your Archmage, your Order or one of your Monsters goes to a different Location.
Recruit Monster - Gets you a Monster. Monsters can be sent to do things in place of the Archmage, risking it's life instead of the Archmage's. The Monster starts either at your Archmage or at your Order. You get to know the name of the Monster, but not it's description before you recruit it.
Claim Location - Claim a Location for your Order. You cannot claim a Location that has anyone's Order in it. You gain 1 Mana per turn per Location that your order owns. You can only claim Locations if they are undefended. Locations also have an Effect, which you can turn on and off at will. You get to know the name of the Location, but not it's description or effect before you claim it.
Attack Order - Attacks the Location that an Order is staying at, preventing the Order from moving. If the Location is undefended and the Order has no defenses, the Order can be destroyed. Requires that the attacking Archmage or Monster be at the Location attacked.
Destroy Location - Destroys the Location that you are at, giving your order 1 Mana per Location left in the game. Also teleports you to the location of your Order. Requires that the Location be undefended and have no Order located at it.
Transfer Mana - Transfers Mana to the Order of the Archmage targeted. Both Archmages must be in the same Location.
Spells:
Scry Monster - Adds one Monster per mana to the game, designed by another player.
Scry Location - Adds one Location per mana to the game, designed by another player.
Fortify Location - Adds one defense per mana to a Location, protecting it and everyone at it.
Magical Defenses - Adds one defense per mana defense to an Archmage, Order or Monster.
Magical Attack - Remove one defense per mana from a Location, Archmage, Order or Monster.
Post by: RAM on December 19, 2009, 10:21:49 pm
If nodes can be created then Destroy node is overpowered, it is probably overpowered regardless.
Post by: Grek on December 20, 2009, 01:14:19 am
What is the difference between a node and a location?
If nodes can be created then Destroy node is overpowered, it is probably overpowered regardless.
Typographical error. First draft had nodes, second draft had locations. I missed a spot.
Destroy Location is pretty powerful, but it can be prevented. Your Archmage does not have to be on a location to fortify it, so you can just fortify wherever the enemy moves to consume it. It is only useful if you are already ahead by enough to take out anyone trying to stop you.