Lords of Creation: From the Void (IC) [Archive] - Page 2

mystic1110

2012-01-03, 12:29 AM

At Zalsaram's arrival Belithia beamed

Ah lover - you have come to join the most wonderful chat! I was just explaining to dear Vemrya that the concept of being has no meaning at all, since an object's existence is defined by its relation to other objects, and actions it undertakes. And since relations are defined by causality and the subjects subjective emotions then, being can only be defined by emotion. The term I am has no meaning by itself; it must have an action and thus the emotion appended to it. As such his personalities are simply extensions of his emotions - shades of his existence - he does not truly exist without them and they do not truly exist without him. Each is a shade of the emotion of the other. Beautiful isn't it!

And dearest Ixth - creation's being denies the existence of universals. Only concepts themselves can be real in an existence that itself doesn't exist, because concepts are born from thought - yet because they are only real by being cased in thought then they are in fact shades of emotion since causality demands actions and and ideas be brought forth from an initial emotional seed. Since concepts are the only real that might exist within creation then emotion was always present since it is the singular concept. Love was always here - I simply made everyone know it, loving brother.

Belithia then turned and began to caress Zalsaram's toxic form

Oh beloved - do you see how our children dance and love - even now I weep at their exploits!

Anyway brothers you have been so wonderful to me, this talk was so pleasant, we must have it more often, but I really must see where my children are and how they are doing!

With that Belithia vanishes and reappears elsewhere in the void and cries the worried yell for all those she considers her offspring - even those who aren't technically hers, once Belithia thinks of you as your mother - it is almost fact; even fate itself would have a hard time arguing with her. Mao, Aenum, Ethreis and Asu heard her motherly wail. Elsewhere the ears of the Kruthiks' pricked up - the brood mother urged them forward in their endeavors.

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Alpha heard the Brood Mothers call, he decided to retreat back to the friendly shadows. Garen could wait - Alpha could not decide what to do with those who did not belong to the perception of reality that was his dead father. The dead did not belong on that world - perhaps they were meant for this. He could simply kill Garen for sport; he was undoubtedly powerful enough he thought as another closed causality loop formed as he began to eat himself eating himself who was thinking about Garen. But what was the efficiency of sport? No it was pointless.

And within the shadows he discovered a man. Oscam. He did not pounce at once - he first observed, and let lose a low growl. If the man lost hope at a little fear like this - their was no point for Alpha himself to waste his time - mere omega would be enough: this man's mettle was being tested by the Kruthik here in the embrace of Nuada's long shadows. Did he pass?

THEChanger

2012-01-03, 07:57 PM

Oscam stood, facing the strange creature who greeted him in his shadow walking. It was unlike anything Oscam had ever seen. Not quite wolf, not quite insect, not quite mortal, not quite divine. Instinctivly, Oscam knew this was not a being to be trifled with. It did not feel like one of Nuada's creations, but neither was it undead. Slowly, Oscam wrapped the shadows around him in a protective barrier. As the thing howled, he could feel his soul shake with fear and dread. But Oscam held firm. "Who are you, strange one?" He knew within the shadows between Nuada's realm and the physical realm he was at his strongest. But Oscam felt something distinctly wrong.

And from his enshadowed throne, Nuada watched, and waited to see how this meeting of cousins would unfold.

AgentIndy

2012-01-03, 08:10 PM

As Belithia left, he felt...determined. Love was a paradox, and paradoxes must be negated for the continued existence of the universe. He brought forth a looking glass, and saw the two most like himself engaged in a duel, blades clashing, and insults thrown. The Philosopher of Nothing, and the Lowliest Peasant were trying to murder each other for their differing interpretations of his will. That would not do.

Ixth appeared in between them in a spectral visage,"Lowliest Peasant, Philosopher of Nothing, I grant you the true nature of my will, the first, is to convert mortals into Changelings to bolster your ranks, the secobd decree is to strip away love from them. The third and final decree is to protect the Changelings from Kruthiks, for they are no match for you, but will be trouble for the upcoming Fae. If you arrive in mass, even their Alpha can not stand in your way," and as quickly as he appeared, he departed back to the realm of Gods.

mystic1110

2012-01-04, 12:33 PM

Belithia sighed, she grew anxious over her missing children - they loved her too much.

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Alpha grinned, or what could be a grin on a beast that was part wolf and part insect. This sac of hope actually spoke back to him - interesting, usually they run away, lose hope immediately, or foolishly try to attack and meet their end within his maw. Alpha created another causality loop, he approached Oscam from behind and from the front - both versions were Alpha, neither the original neither the copy. Cause created cause. He sniffed Oscam's emotions - Alpha licked the chains of causality and emotion that surrounded Oscam, they were strong, this man had a destiny and fortitude. Even the braid of souls that have touched, touch and would touch Oscam throughout his existence was thick and unrelenting. Alpha wouldn't take that away.

But for destiny it didn't matter what reality Oscam perceived - This one might be able to fulfill his potential on his father's body. Alpha lunged from behind, Oscam turned and Alpha lunged from the front - both versions of Alpha began to devour Oscam, his flesh and his hope.

At the same time outside the causality loop Alpha pointed to Oscam to the scene of the two Alphas consuming Oscam's very soul. Alpha couldn't talk - this was the only way he communicate instead of the complex howling and clicking that Kruthiks used - by taking action and then at the same time showing that action. Alpha wondered how this man would react to knowing that while he still breathed and hoped, he also died and lost it all. It was up to Oscam to collapse the superposition of both causes into his destiny - Alpha growled at Oscam urging him to chose which reality would be his.

AgentIndy

2012-01-04, 07:20 PM

The Lowliest Peasant ran across continents to reach a small town known as Flayton. He took the guise of a traveling merchant, he goes into the village, and sets up shop. He sells trinkets to small children, feeding off their joy. Soon, he will strike, by taking an orphan child under his wing, and they would travel the world. This should draw Ixth's favor upon him, and he will become stronger than any other Fae King.

THEChanger

2012-01-04, 09:18 PM

Oscam struggled with the mind-boggling occurance. Here he was, being eaten and at the same time observing himself being eaten. It was a paradox. The agony of it was excruciating and sublime at the same time. This being, whatever it was, had strange power indeed.
But so did Oscam.
"No. This madness ends NOW!" Spikes of shadow burst from Oscam's skin, puncturing the two Alphas and throwing them from him. As reality slowly reset itself, Oscam stood, exhausted but ultimately unharmed, before a single Alpha, pinned by the shadows. "It is a mistake to attack the favored of Nuada in his own domain." Oscam quivered, not with fear or despair, but fury. Oscam had had enough of despair. He had had enough of fear. Now he had the power to protect himself, and those he held dear. A sharp blade of shadow formed itself around his hand, and Oscam prepared to strike down this paradoxical being. But a voice caused the champion of shadows to stop his rage. "You have done well, my champion. But it is not met to try to slay your cousin." The red eyes of Nuada stared down at the pair. "And as for you, Alpha, I imagine you are intelligent enough to understand my words. I thank you for providing the test of will my champion required. But in the future, I offer you and your siblings this advice. Do not strike at those who follow the Hidden God within his own shadows. For your own safety."

mystic1110

2012-01-04, 10:18 PM

Belithia swayed in the void - her children missing. So loving, not wanting to provide their mother the joy of seeing them again. The overwhelming pain was so perfect - so joyous. She must remember this exquisite feeling! She crafted a a porcelain jar holding her emotion at the moment and dropped it onto the world.

Where it shattered the land of Hotei was created. A land that shared Belithia's joy of the pain her children caused her. That land existed on both realities, regardless of hope or despair it was there. It was small an oasis in the madness, but an oasis is still beautiful in a desert. Those who entered would only feel joy, they would be incapable of feeling any other emotion. It was a blessed land, full of wonderful flora and fauna - pleasant atmosphere and pleasant moods. It was heaven among hell - but then again it was a dictatorship. Their could be no sadness of Hotei, those who entered its pristine boarders, became instantly fulfilled and happy.

Shape land 1. 0 Panthethon Ap: 5 Ap left - doing my part making this world a better place :smallbiggrin:

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Alpha growled and clicked. The shadows dared attack him, but if he exercised his full power even this champion of a god would be exercised from this world, and even the next. Yet he also felt bemusement. The collapse of the lie and truth proved different than he expected. This hope-bag was interesting that was for sure.

The shadow god's voice penetrated Alpha's mind, even with his heightened intelligence - it didn't mean he could understand speech or speak. speech is learned through experience - but he understood this god. Like nails in the head.

Also an ancestral memory surfaced, guts and veins - this god was the brood of his father as well - different mother, but he was his uncle. Very well, whoever still honored Zalsar's dead body by providing nutrients in his intestines would be free from Alpha - but the brood was mindless. Even if he howled an order, without his supervision, the rest of the hoard would venture and devour within the shadows. To illustrate this Alpha created another time curve and made a thousand copies of himself - which all proceeded to feed on each other. Alpha pointed the shadows to observe.

Additionally as a gift to one who was chosen by his uncle Alpha licked the chains of causality and emotion that connected Oscam to every other living being, and then gnawed on them, twisting them - till Oscam's emotions became twisted and braided themselves. Since reality was based on perception which is based on emotion - Oscam was given the gift of seeing both realities at once. It was gift of Zalsar himself. At any given moment Oscam will witness the superposition of Mirroden and Zalsar at once without needing hope or despair - the collapse of one reality into another would be within his whim, Oscam thanks to Alpha's gift was the only being that could now travel freely and easily between the two realities. Well....the only being that wasn't Alpha, Alpha long ago gnawed at his own chains of fate.

And the seed of changeling in his center grew ever denser.

Darklady2831

2012-01-05, 05:31 PM

Undeath, it had dwelled in Bayhelm for eons it seemed. To Xulos anyway, it felt like ages upon ages had passed since he last extended his will. Reaching out, he felt the dark pit he dwelt in, the putrid cesspool of energy that had coalesced from his isolation. He breathed it in, and opened his crimson eyes. Pale scarlet light flooded across the pestilent plains, the festering marshes and putrid lakes. The smell of death was overwhelming, a literal fog of stench.

He looked left, to the great mountains that made up the celestial border to his realm. Those enormous mounds of rock and ash, constantly spewing sulfuric vapor and pestilence. The Blighted Peaks, first layer of the Deadlands. He saw the souls of the dead dragging themselves through this miasma, liquidizing their ethereal flesh. Those that made it though were changed, their mortal shells reforged into ghastly things. Their fingers elongated, becoming claws that would make most predators jealous. Their teeth became jagged fangs with which to tear and rip the flesh from their prey. These corpses felt a feral hunger, a tugging force that would overpower any normal man. Their minds were reborn, their cunning far beyond the average man's, their strength and agility was unrestrained by the pain of the mortal coil, allowing them to be stronger and faster than their prey. These monstrous beings would become Ghouls, the hunters of men, the devourers of flesh. They would be a step above the common shambling corpse, stronger, faster, tougher. They had their minds, they kept their memories, and many of them would seem irrevocably insane, unable to stop themselves from consuming their friends and loved ones.

0 AP + 4 AP - 2 AP - 2 AP
Weave Plane: The Deadlands. The Deadlands contain the Blighted Peaks to the far east, and four other layers, which will all be described in coming posts.
Create MR 2 Life: Ghouls

thedarkstone

2012-01-05, 07:43 PM

While the others assumed Aenum was complacent, truly he was maneuvering himself into a better position. After all, if they thought he was out of the picture, it was all the better for him to record and keep the secrets that he felt needed to be kept; and since he was a god of secrets, he did not feel the need to inform all of his compatriots about his slow gaining of power.

AP: 3 (rollover)
Gain Domain: Elves (Eldmer)

Created the eldmer (3 AP)
Infused the eldmer (3 AP)
Blessed them with unaging-ness (1 AP)
AP: 0
Thus, another lesser god enters the ranks, quietly. :smallcool:

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Arliyan knew his work in this land was done; Xulos and Vemrya appeared to be at an uneasy peace. Thus, he began to wander the land, searching for something to do; he could not return to his people now! No; living among them would be unbearable. Instead, he looked for someone, something, not entirely knowing for what it was he searched.

But he searched regardless.

~~~~~

Aenum knew the conflict between Vemrya and Xulos could easily start back up, and, in fact, escalate to involve his own people; and the primary way his people could be reached? Through the shadows. This worried him; so, the child-god approached his--distant?--relative. "Hello, god of that which is hidden." He spoke the name as if talking down to his fellow divinity, as if feeling superior.

Shaking his head at this, Aenum began again. "My apologies; I tend to be rather...well, arrogant at times." He took a deep breath before continuing. "I, Aenum, fellow divinity, come here worried, deeply so, about my creations." Spread across the child-god's face was a look of deep concern and worry; his eyes showed how troubled his inner thoughts were.

"This incessant conflict between deities is causing me unrest; I am worried that my people will be involved in this!" Shock played across his face. It would be horrid indeed for one's creations to bring about such conflict! "For good or ill, all conflict harms more than just those in conflict; my people, innocent as they are, may be brought into this conflict! And to think, your creations might perpetuate it, destroying mortal lives! I cannot fathom how difficult that must be for you."

Aenum's face showed his awe at Nuada's resolve. How unbearable it must be, to deal with that in one's conscience! His eyes showed concern for his fellow god; after all, he would not wish his children to be a part of conflict. The child-god could not imagine how horrid it would be if innocents were destroyed by his naive children! "Even allowing noble, troubled Vemrya's knights passage increases the conflict! This must trouble you incessantly. I cannot imagine how your conscience must be pained." And it was true, he could not imagine how Nuada might feel that his creations might, so innocently, be bringing about conflict.

"Vemrya, noble as he is, does not understand how his conflict harms mortals! I weep for their sake." Aenum's eyes welled up with tears; he might be arrogant, but his body took the form of a child for a reason. "But what can be done? Oh, Nuada, what can be done?" His eyes asked for an answer, one that Nuada might give, to assuage his concerns.

mystic1110

2012-01-05, 10:50 PM

Alpha waited in the shadows still staring at himself eating himself upon thousands looking and imploring Nuada and Oscam to understand - suddenly a child arrived out of nowhere. A god clearly. He smelled the brood mother on him. Alpha howled with laughter - His father was the land itself. God of the world and the world itself - yet his mother infected everything else, even the other gods. Marvelous.

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Belithia felt one of her children move, her first, her adopted, sweet clever Aenum. Oh dear Aenum. How she missed him. Yet just about as she was about to fly to his side in Nuada's shadows she felt a pull, a pull at her heart. And she found herself facing Xulos, Love Incarnate. He pulled at the very souls she created and tied to her beating chest. He pricked a whole in her heart and a tiny strand of souls - souls that are and not just were or will be - was drawn to his realm of love. Tortured beautiful love. Yes her heart was pure love - all emotions at once, but how selfish she was not to allow her brothers to love these souls for eternity as well.

Take from me Love Incarnate, for they are my immortal gift to my brothers.

She blushed at the fact that Xulos literally pulled at her heart - she drew herself upon his putrid flesh and caressed him, and kissed him, where there should be lips. She opened her eyes and looked into his very skull. How glorious was he... if she would have to chose a husband, she would have a hard time deciding between Zalsaram or Xulos, both were so kind to her. Still kissing the god of disease, god of her own little germs - how could she forget those adorable little creatures - her eyes open she saw a tiny object floating next to Xulos. She pulled away from love incarnate and picked it up. It was a heart. Dear Ixth's heart!

Oh my loved one, what a gift you give poor girls!

THEChanger

2012-01-05, 11:49 PM

Nuada nodded to Alpha. "Yes, I understand. Your siblings will do what they must. As shall my children." Nuada was about to say more, but he could feel a tingle across the back of his neck. Another had entered his domain. A god. "My son, and my nephew, leave me. I have a new issue to attend to." Oscam bowed, and left the shadows, returning to the Shadowstalkers with tales of the strange things he had witnessed.

Now Nuada turned to Aenum, the Mageling God. "Welcome...cousin. Yes, cousin. Adopted by Belithia, my aunt. Aenum." Nuada called into being a seat of shadows for the both of them, for he sensed this would be a long discussion. "My creations do only what they were created to do. The Narudan are guides. Through the shadows they lead. To charge them otherwise would be to ask them to go against their very nature. I would not do this. To restrict them from giving aid to the Undead, and the Necromancers, already causes them much stress." Nuada gazed into the eyes of the child-god, and tried to divine their meaning. For now sat before him one of those who sided with Xulos: Had not the godling's champion aided Xulos' monstrousities against Vemrya's knights? And was not Xulos responsible for the death of his father? Yet now the godling came to ask for Nuada's aid, or so it seemed. "But it is not the Narudan who fight. They only do so to protect themselves, and only when the need is greatest. Vemrya's knights act in retribution against the abomination that is undeath, the great scar that caused my father's death. Nuada clicked his mouth-parts together visciously. "And there lies the crux of this matter. You come to me for reassurance, and presumably for help in protecting your people. Yet you aided the murderer of my father in the very conflict which you speak of in fear! What have you to say to that, cousin Aenum?"
For the record, Nuada has a pretty one track mind. And he dislikes Aenum. Good luck with the manipulation. :smallbiggrin:

mystic1110

2012-01-06, 12:35 AM

Alpha was smart enough to listen to a god's command, besides Oscam passed his little test and received his little gift - he would be returned to Zalsaram and live in Mirroden at the same time. The rest was up to him. And with that Alpha sped off into the darkness.

Selinia

2012-01-07, 03:36 AM

Mao...

...was done waiting. Oh, fine, some inconsequential riffraff had pulled off some delightfully dull shows on the world down below, but nothing had really caught her eye as being worthy of selection as her chosen people. It was really a shame, but she supposed that it wasn't surprising given the fact that she had arrived so recently. It was hardly fair to expect anything to meet proper standards when they didn't have a competent example to follow!

That pleasant thought in mind, the goddess set about her work. Mao slipped a single ring from her right hand; platinum it was, inlaid with emeralds. Smirking at the simplicity of it, she brought the gemstone to her lips, brushing it gently before letting it slip from her fingers entirely. And then the ring tumbled down, down, down... down to the world below, clawing at the sky with indigo lightning as if gasping the could could slow its descent. Quite the spectacle to any god or mortal who might have been looking on, though said observer could be forgiven for forgetting it rather quickly, given what followed.

It landed lightly, in a portion of the world devoid of life or the charmingly infantile creations of the other gods. But it slipped into the ground as easily as a pebble might slip beneath the surface of a pond. And like that pebble, the divinely-infused creation sent ripples through its surroundings. Mao was not one for subtlety or long waits, and the land she created was birthed in such brutality that Belithia herself might find satisfaction in her daughter's handiwork.

Hills and ridges were leveled, sea floors abruptly raised, and the horizon flattened as if by the blows of some divine hammer - a metaphor not far from the truth. The displaced earth and stone was shoved to the very outer edges of the effect's circumference, forming a ring of jagged stony mountains whose peaks thrust into the heavens themselves. Not literally, of course, but the fact remained that they were very tall. From the vast altitude of the Void, the strange geometry of this new continent could be seen - perfectly circular, its stony natural border butting rudely into its neighbors to maintain its shape.

Mao was pleased with it, and it had been formed on a very reasonable timetable (by whatever strange metric a god can classify an action as such). But without life, her creation was empty, and empty lands were useless. Useless things irked Mao.

With a snap of her fingers, she cast a paling over her lands, that she might work to remedy that very issue...

Illia, Founding

It has been said that the Goddess created our people with a crack of thunder, a flash of lightning, and the breath of a tempest most fierce. Perhaps there is truth to that. It is not my place to say or speculate on such things, nor to question the wisdom of those whose place it is! I am merely an old scholar, fortunate enough to have the time and wealth to lay down these musings in written form. I pause now, before we begin in earnest, to take in the scent - for all my years, there is still nothing I have found quite so soothing as that tang of newly pressed ink and paper.

We shall, I suppose, begin at the beginning. While, as I mention, these is speculation on the precise method of our creation, we know for certain that the Goddess was our progenitor. We owe unto her our very existence, and the existence of the land upon which we dwell. Little remains from the dawning times, save for stories. Illia is a harsh mistress - her skies are as proud and furious as She who created them, and the great plains have a way of making one truly feel one's small stature in the grand scheme of Her design.

But too, these plains remind us of other things. The earliest tales tell of the wisps of campfires, seen reaching up to commune with the clouds as a great gray forest stretching to the horizon and beyond. Those fires have always been a comfort: they remind us that we are not alone in these lands. We have kin, besides the birds and beasts and flora that roam free. I cannot say how long our people roamed as such, hunting and foraging. But I can say when we stopped.

It is truly amazing, when one gazes upon a seed of grain, to think that we owe so much to so little a thing. But we do indeed - it was such seeds that brought the first villages, the first towns. 'Tis at times like these that we can but marvel at Her greater design, for the wind and rain that our distant ancestors had huddled in misery from were now our greatest blessings. The plants of this land are hardy and strong, drinking thirstily of the downpours and enduring all but the worst storms.

I shall spare you the details of how we built our small villages, grew together into states and nations and learned trades and crafts beyond count. You have likely heard the tale before, and this old man is rather more eager to discuss something else besides. I speak of course of the pegasi! Oh what wondrous beasts! If you have perchanced to mull through a rambling litany such as this, then surly you have hear the tales of the taming of the first of those noble animals. I confess, if I could ride one - even if only once - I should die a happy man.

But now I am rambling like some wide-eyed squire at a clear impossibility, for I am hardly a pegasus knight in body or spirit. I think that perhaps, now, I should take the end of this scroll as a sign to reign in my thoughts before I embarrass myself further. I can always return later, in hopes that one day I shall assemble something resembling a complete history through my flights of fancy...

Actions!

AP:
18 - 2 (Create Land: Illia)
16 - 3 (Infuse Land: Illia, Land of the Endless Skies)
13 - 1 (Create Life MR1: Illians)
12 - 2 (Create Life MR2: Pegasi)
10 - 1 (Create Concept MR1: Agriculture)
9 - 1 (Create Concept MR1: Writing)
8 - 1 (Create Concept MR1: Metalworking)
7 - 1 (Create Concept MR1: Riding)
6 - 2 (Form Organization: The Principalities of Illia)
4 - 3 (Gain Domain: Sky [Storms])
1 = Final

Qualifying for Sky [Storms]
1. Crated Illia and Infused it with storms (2 and 3AP, respectively)
2. Created Pegasi, which bring ground-pounders into the clouds upon their backs (2AP)

7/7 AP total

Whew! That's what I get for putting this off until after a vanishing though, I suppose. Time for some explaining~

Illia is a circular continent, as one could likely infer from the IC bit. In mundane terms, it's a land of vast, rolling plains hemmed in by monolithic mountains through which navigable passes are few and precious. Given its size, a great many plants and animals call it home, but it's quite a bit different that one might expect from a savanna of its size when it comes to the ecology.

This is largely due to the fact that Mao has directly infused the continent with her own essence. As one of the results of this act, Illia is wet. Beating sun and overheating are much less of a problem than flash floods or sudden violent thunderstorms. There are many, many different types of storm in Illia, and the idea of 'calm' weather is rather foreign to them. Even when the skies are clear, the wind is fierce and often quite cold.

Of course, a divine infusion does more than just give a land some wonky weather for its geographic layout: the tempests of Illia actually serve a very potent function in that they act as a sort of magical jamming field that hovers in the sky above the continent. It is impossible to scry into Illia without being on the continent oneself, and 'wide-area' enchantments (such as Belithia's Heart or other such passive 'targets everything' deals - things that originate from within Illia, or are specifically targeted at it like a curse, are too focused) get muddled and diffused by the divine atmosphere.

Mao also has a very limited control of the weather there. Which is to say, she can make it worse if she feels like it, where she feels like it. She can't do anything so precise as actually hit some schmuck with a lightning bolt, but she can call up a lightning storm in his general area.

On to the Illians themselves. They're a MR1 race, which means that they're not going to be putting much demand on the kryptonite market, but they've still got a few interesting traits.

Physically, Illians largely resemble humans. They are perhaps a little paler, a little more slightly built, but the most notable thing from an aesthetic standpoint would be the array of vivid hues they present in their hair and eyes. Pink, green, and lavender are really no less common that black or blond, and it's often possible to venture a vague guess as to where someone hails from simply by hair color. Other races might find bright pink hair amusing, but Illians honestly feel the same way about entire races being essentially homogeneous in that regard.

An Illian's lifespan is roughly the same as a human, though the harshness of their homeland tends to skew averages a little lower. Their metabolism is rather strange though in that they have difficulty accumulating or losing body fat - overeating tends to result in bursts of manic energy as the calories are burned overtime, and going without proper nourishment will make an Illian feel sluggish and tired. Likely growing from this tendency, 'meals' are generally seen as a luxury - most workers subsist on a steady stream of small snacks eaten over the course of a work day to keep energy high.

Illians are carried to term by the mother and born live, but Illian pregnancy is incredibly short, and is harsh and painful even in comparison to the discomfort of human childbearing. An Illian child grows to term over roughly two months, and consumes nourishment parasitically at such a rate that the mother is often outright starving by the time she delivers. It is actually much more common for an Illian mother to die of malnourishment and exhaustion than it is to die in childbirth.

As a race, Illians are very tolerant of wet and cold, and strongly dislike extreme heat or dryness. Bathing in one of the continent's many shallow rivers (or the bathouses that often get built on them) is a popular form of relaxation among all levels of society.

Due to the fact that their high fertility practically ensures that an Illian couple will conceive after copulation, there is a notable societal divide between males and females of the race. Marriage between members of the same gender is the societal norm in most regions, with actual reproduction a separate affair usually arranged between families. The degree of division varies greatly by regional custom though - most simply do not condone living with one another, but a few extreme settlements have been known to actually divide towns and fields down the middle.

Pegasi are exactly what they sound like - winged horses. They're quite clever, for animals, and trained they are known to be fiercely loyal, but they are still ultimately that - animals, albeit rather extraordinary ones. They can gallop across the ground just as ably as they can the sky (in truth, their flight is based on an innate form of air walking - the wings are used for lift and steering, but the actual propulsion is from 'kicking' the air behind them), and do so frequently when Illia doesn't feel like giving them flyable conditions. While many pegasi have been domesticated by Illians, there are still plenty of wild ones.

Illia is a tangled mess of feudal fiefdoms that tend to generally get referred to in the collective as the Principalities of Illia. Outright war is uncommon, but border skirmishes and banditry are rampant, particularly in the smaller states. Even so, the great Illian aptitude of art of agriculture keeps most people fed, though food is always scarce in the colder months.

Most metal in Illia is actually meteoric, and shooting stars aren't terribly uncommon (though nothing on the scale of the huge chunks of ore buried just beneath the surface in places). Armor is generally lightweight, if its worn at all - shields are the preferred method of defense, and pegasus cavalry tend to carry as little as possible to avoid overburdening their mount. Foot soldiers tend to carry longswords or glaives, while riders prefer spears for obvious reasons.

Writing is a poplar pastime among lords, and sages are highly valued members of any court, but literacy is extremely low among the general populace, and paper is difficult enough to make (and writing difficult enough to hand-transcribe) that widely distributing the written word is impractical at best.

The riding of pegasi is a deeply ingrained part of Illian culture, and pegasus knights are held in the highest esteem. The vast majority of pegasus knights are female, and are often the daughters of lords or their trusted retainers, but there is no hard and fast rule preventing anyone else from taking up the lance... provided they can get a pegasus.

Q'telun

2012-01-07, 06:08 PM

"More undead, Xulos? Really?" Vemrya sighed. "I suppose I should do something about this. Let me think, a new type of weapon, a long range slug propelled by explosives. Is that even possible gray?"
"It should be, we are a god after all."
With that, Vemrya scribed a new symbol in the air, creating guns and gunpowder. He whispered in the ear of a blacksmith how to create these new weapons. As he did, Vemrya's lance separated from his arm and turned into a rapier at his waist, and his armor shimmered and turned into noble's clothing.

4AP +4 AP = 8 AP
Create Concept: Gunpowder 2 AP
Create Concept: Cartridges 3 AP
Create Concept: Mass Production 2 AP
Create Concept: Marksmanship 0 AP
8-2-3-2= 1 AP left

AgentIndy

2012-01-08, 06:46 PM

The Lowliest Peasant, after months of searching, had found one he deemed worthy of becoming his apprentice. This boy had the name of Jay, an orphan from the poorest district in the town. He had adopted him from the putrid smelling orphanage he lived at, and taken him to a small cabin he had in the woods.

After a month of having the sandy haired boy do menial labor, the Peasant started showing Jay the abilities of the Fae, subtely of course.

(More later)

Darklady2831

2012-01-08, 09:05 PM

Xulos exhaled, embracing Belithia. Closing his eyes, he showed her the pain he could cause, he had caused, he would cause. He showed her the love behind the pain, the pain behind the love. Xulos poured his emotion forth, and overflowed.

Down below, the army of Knights was almost upon Bayhelm. Legions of undead zombies were arranged about the city, ready to fight for their master. The air crackled with red lightning, and the ground shook. Bayhelm itself was ripped from where it stood, leaving behind nothing but a smouldering crater several miles across.

Just off the Coast of Illia, the air swelled with energy, and a rift opened, spewing forth Bayhelm. It landed in the water, and sank slightly. an island formed, roughly a mile across. The center of bayhelm stood above the water, but for almost a mile in each direction from the shores of the island, submerged buildings and monuments could be found. Zombies shambled along, making their way to the mainland.

All through this, Garen chanted away in his chamber, until he could do so no more. He collapsed, his body shriveling up, drying out almost instantly. He had not been taken like Bayhelm. He lay at the center of the crater, a smoking laboratory surrounding him. It was easily visible from any point around the crater, and the column of smoke rising from it was unmistakable.

0 AP + 4 AP - 1 AP
Alter Land: Bayhelm is now an island off the coast of Illia.

Q'telun

2012-01-08, 11:05 PM

The knights stood at the edge of the crater in shock, some of their comrades had been in the area of effect. Lyuath stared, with a mixture of shock and rage seemingly etched onto his face. His eyes were drawn to the center of the crater, and they widened. He dropped his sword and shield and ran to the corpse of Garen, but slowed when he neared it. "Rest in peace, kinsman. Æquales in vos mortem." With that, Lyuath slipped a holy symbol of Vemrya over Garen's neck.

Darklady2831

2012-01-08, 11:19 PM

Almost immediately, the screams of an infant could be heard. Upon the one unscathed thing in the crater, a slab of black stone, an infant lay. Wrapped in white cloth, the baby boy had a strange marking on his stomach, an indecipherable rune that vaguely resembled an inverted pentagram.

mystic1110

2012-01-08, 11:35 PM

At Xulos' embrace and at Mao's brutal beauty the ever beating heart of Belithia that dictated the flow of fate itself, which was without flow, skipped a beat. She felt herself surge with love. Love and light poured out of her eyes, and she fell, weak, deeper into Xulos' painful embrace - her ascension draining her energy. She clutched Ixth heart. And she clutched at Xulos's tattered infested robes.

Ap: 8
Gain Domain 3 Emotion (Love) (5 from love + 1 From germs (her love) + 1 from 1 nightmares (her love))
Gain Domain 3 Destiny (Causality) (5 from Belithia's heart + 1 joining pantheon +1 childbirth (Causality is cause and effect - without birth there will be no effect
Ap left: 2

Lesser God

-----

Alpha ran through the shadows, the dense fae essence within him, grown to almost an incredible amount. A fae might even mistake him for one of their kings due to the concentration contained within him. He howled. And the brood continued to spread - there was only one place in the world they have not reached: Illia. But soon.

-----

At Belithia's ascension Hotei opened it's eyes. Its eyes were its clear sky, the palm trees and the white sand covering it's body. Hotei was a reality onto itself. A joyous reality, but a small reality. As a new reality on the dichotomy of Mirroden and Zalsaram, it was like a virus. There were now three realities on one plane. Those who ventured onto the area covered by Hotei on Zalsar were torn between joy and despair. It depended on their strength to choose which reality they would perceive: blight stricken despair but freedom of a sort; or the beautiful and peaceful tyranny of happiness. Those who ventured onto the reality of Hotei were torn between Hope and Joy and were almost instantly enslaved in the pleasant mindset of calm contentment.

Who would not want to feel Hotei's joy - the joy of it's mother - Belithia? Hotei decided it must share it Joy - besides it felt the despair of Zalsar and it felt the forlorn hope of Mirroden: the reality of itself of eternal happiness was much better.

And so its sands and seeds began to spread out from it's initial borders. For Hotei began to grow

Ap: 2
Make plane: Hotei is a reality, so it should just be a plane action- its sentient and concurrent with the 2 realities already present. It grows like a lattice - spreading out along thin lines and then encircling the other realities and then filling them it with itself. Like the reality it represents those who enter it interpret everything as joy and happiness - those who speak to hotei if they figure out its sentient will discover that it is annoyingly cheerful and happy. Think of Belithia except happy instead of love and instead of philosophy it is Jamaican

AgentIndy

2012-01-08, 11:55 PM

The young Jay grew to respect his protector who adopted him. The Lowliest Peasant took up the name of Lao to gave a name to give to people. He taught Jay Oathes, and started the teaching of Fate Shaping. Lao kept very few secrets, and after a while Lao decided to make him his Apprentice.

"Jay, it us time for you to see the world as it tryely is," Lao takes a bite from a piece of venison. Jay looked confused,"But Lao, you have been teaching ne for a while now, I don't understand what you are saying." Lao takes his arm, and guides him to a stone circle. There was absolutely no moonlight, and Lao lit a torch, he started to draw his Fae Essence to himself. He started to assume his inhuman form,"Jay son of Grey, do you understand the world around you?"

Jay is obviously freaked out, and struggles to answer,"Yes..s... Sir."

Lao says to his young ward,"Do you possess the fingers that pull fate itself?"

Jay stands up a but straighter,"Yes sir."

Lao rises up a few feet, a crown made of rust adorning his brow, his eyes becoming pitch black,"Do you swear your immortal soul to fight fate itself?"

Jay looks fierce now,"Yes! I do!" This was sincere. Lao had shown him how fate was the reason for war, and disease itself.

"So be it, Jay ,son of Grey, you are now one of two worlds, part of you is steeped in this realm, and the other part is ingrained into the Realm of the Dream. Welcome, Changeling."

Jay looked up, his eyes tinted black, as he saw the world around him truely for the first time.

AP:4
Infuse Race:Fae -3 AP
Make Hero:Jay -1 AP
Current AP:0

Selinia

2012-01-09, 02:13 AM

Illia, Borderlands

The furthest reaches of the Illian continent were in many ways more stable than the wild heartlands. Many a successful and long-established noble lineage held a fortress ensconced in the foothills of the border peaks, and warfare on a scale large enough to truly upset the balance of power was rare... at least, compared to the crucible of conflict that was inner Illia, where warlords rose and fell with the seasons.

The principality of Uther was one such sovereignty. Currently under the rule of Princess Lariea Uther II, it was in most respects a fairly average representative of the sort of nation that operated in the land of the Eternal Empress Mao. Members of the house of Uther lorded over stretches of land, which in turn were lent to loyal and skilled vassals in exchange for their lances in times of war. Swathes of farmland yielded crops in the wake of the constant rainstorms, and resource towns worked the natural bounty of the plains. Truly, an average nation in all respects... save one.

There was now a city seething with the living dead just off of its coast.

Compared to the wide plains, few eyes were ever turned towards the mountains - they were steep and inhospitable, and the drop into the crashing waves on the far side was almost a straight plummet in many places. But pegasus knights still patrolled the thin-aired skies, mainly to ensure that their counterparts didn't think to use the peaks as cover for a lightning raid. Given that a city, even a sunken one, was hardly unobtrusive, the arrival Bayhelm was noted swiftly by the current patrol.

Tannith Gaunt wasn't terribly thrilled with the prospect of investigating the shambling folk who were even now crawling up out of the brine to seek handholds on the white cliffs. She was a dutiful sort, and her loyalty to the Princess was unquestionable, but this was a situation unlike anything she had ever heard tell of. Even the sages spoke little of the distant lands beyond the Principalities. Even so, she would be amiss to report back with little more than a suspicious sighting.

Resigned to what she sensed was likely going to be a deeply unplesant experience, Tannith hefted her lance and put it through the motions that communicated her command to the rest of her flight. Swiftly, the wings of the pegasi bore their riders lower, looking upon these strange creatures that seemed intent on trespass...

Q'telun

2012-01-09, 08:06 AM

"Vemrya protect us," Lyuath whispered when he saw the mark on the boy. Still, this was a child, and as a knight he was duty bound to protect the innocent. Lyuath readjusted the childs wrappings to cover the strange rune, and carried him back to the waiting army.

AgentIndy

2012-01-09, 05:52 PM

Lao sat in a cross legged position in the middle of a circle of stones,"In these months Jay, I have taught you the lesser macgicks on the Fae. Now, it is time to teach you the foundations of a greater power...Contracts."

He took out a piece of flint,"Contracts with the elements form reality itself. Offering favors to these aspects of reality allows you to use them to your advantage," Lao whispers a few words under his breath, and then struck the flint against a rock. A pillar of fire rises from the ground, and summoned forth a flying serpent of fire, almost like Xalsar's original fire elementals,"Hunt for one rabbit."

It left, and brought back an extremely charred rabbit, and dropped it at Lao's feet. The serpent then dissipated,"Rule number one, wording is everything. Your turn."

Jay brought forth the familiar oaths he knew, and picked up the flint. He felt the elements, and muttered a few phrases that made up the contract, emulating Lao by doing this. The flint exploded in his hand, and he was blown back. Lao hit him over the head,"Rule two, don't make offer you can't follow through on."

Selinia

2012-01-10, 02:14 AM

Illia, On Things Best Left Untouched

Prince Enbey had gone mad. Utterly insane, so the whispers went in the shadowed alcoves of his family's fortress. Many of his servants had already fled to a neighboring warlord's land, the loss of their possessions here worth the price to escape a territory that would almost certainly be conquered in a matter of months. Even among those who stayed, there was a certain air of resignation - they had merely chosen to take their chances with an invading army, rather than a barren plain. The fact that such an exodus occurred without interference from Enbey's men was a testament to the truth in the rumors of his slipping sanity.

Had it not been for the untimely death of his sisters and brothers, he would not even have held the battered iron crown that gave him his authority here. He certainly didn't seem to care much for governing his fief, save for the new access to family sages that it gave him. When he ordered skirmishes and raids, he searched for books and trinkets rather than silver or weapons. He hardly left the small library he had amassed in the basement of his fortress (it had once been a prison - but once those were... disposed of, there was plenty of space and privacy). He had been pouring over tomes for weeks now, and it had been days since he had given the order to leave him in peace. Some wondered if he had in fact died.

He had not. Death had not come to take the man, quite yet. Madness, on the other hand...

Feverishly, the young lord scanned the pages one last time, ensuring that he had them memorized. The work of another man who had been called lunatic and heretic alike. Still, were not all geniuses called such before their vision was made known?

"...and as such, the identity, or 'soul', is in truth merely one facet of a greater entity. When one dies, the soul passes on, but I would hypothesize that this entity has the potential to remain active. I would point to the existence of 'undead' postulated by some of my contemporaries as support for this..."

"...and yet, for all these potential applications, there is the singular problem of natural drift, by which all elements of an entity drift towards a disordered, uniform state. To make proper use of this entity, which for clarity I shall term quintessence, one must make use of some manner of tool to prune away the excess elements which dilute its ability. This tool, which at the risk of sounding vain I shall refer to as Maxwell's Razor, is currently a device of pure speculation..."

He had it all memorized. All of it. From the first word and theoretical diagram to the last. Grabbing a nearby lamp, Enbey slammed it down upon the pile of priceless literature - the book before him was one of only three copies ever scribed. As the room, and then at length the castle around it, went up in smoke, the lord whose ward it was could be barely seen, trudging into the barren plains.

What he sought could not be found in Illia.

Actions:

AP:
1 + 3 (Rollover)
4 - 3 (Gain Domain - Dominion [Nations])
1 - 1 (Raise Hero - Enbey, the Wandering Sage)
0 = Final

Actions for the Dominion domain

Create Life MR1: Illians
Create Concept MR1: Agriculture
Create Concept MR1: Writing
Create Concept MR1: Metalworking
Create Concept MR1: Riding
Form Organization: The Principalities of Illia

Mao is now a lesser goddess.

mystic1110

2012-01-10, 06:34 PM

Hotei grew and grew - like a lattice, like a web, like a grid, like a matrix, like a virus, like one of Belithia's germs among both realities - replacing them. Slowly but surely. Kruthiks, Minotaurs, Humans, The People, Elementals, Mutants - all enslaved in paradise. For happiness is the most insidious prison of all.

And Hotei continued to spread - so far it was far far from the shores of Illia, but Like Belithia's love, its joy was inevitable.

Q'telun a shout out to you - for your sig was the one that gave me inspiration for this current monstrosity

-----

Alpha felt the scent of new hope and souls afloat in the air. Through Nuada's shadows he ran towards Illia's shores - drooling in anticipation for new prey. He emerged within the center of the continent. So far he was the only Kruthik to be within its borders. After all while the hoard was ravaging the rest of Mirroden, they could not fly or swim and unlike Alpha the shadows offered no safe passage fro the brood.

Alpha emerged at a relatively empty area of Illia and came upon a pegasus. Devouring proved no great challenge. Even when it tried to fly, Alpha simply ate its soul - he could have done worse. Alpha grimaced - this excursion was proving boring. He was to hunt the greatest of his father's lost sons, this was beneath him. Yet at the same time the rest of the brood could not approach these new creations - so the duty fell to him. How unfortunate.

Suddenly a growl came from his center - the voice of the combined fae essence of ever soul Alpha had ever inhaled - the voice of Ixth's heart. Interesting. How very interesting. Instead of simply destroying all these peoples' hope - he would allow them to destroy their own hope. It was a game. Not only a game of forcing these hope-bags to rend themselves asunder, but a game to fight this inner corruption. This should be a worthy challenge of Alpha.

But how? Alpha hunched in the field with the dead pegasus and pondered the method to the game.

AgentIndy

2012-01-10, 06:51 PM

Jay had spent a few months practicing the magic of Contracts. He had learned how to harvest emotion, and ways to implement it into Contracts. He had taken to the ways of summoning manifestations of aspects of reality. He brought forth some of a drunkard's merriment, and puts it into his words. He held a feather in his hand, and started speaking.

"I, Jay, call upon you name Wind, to bring -" out of the corner of his eye, he saw a Kruthik enter the clearing, about to pounce on him,"me victory against Kruthiks with one of your servants," the wind gave it's silent approval,"I accept," he unleashed his emotional energy to fuel the contract, and an enormous eagle that was like a tornado appeared. Jay directed it to strike the Kruthik, sending it flying across the forest. He jumped onto the tornado's 'back', and pursued the Kruthik.

Draken

2012-01-10, 07:57 PM

Another world. Claiming what was rightfully His.

Zalsaram seethed, acid rain boiled back into the sky before it had the chance to char the land, blessed drough followed.

Happyness, Hope, Despair. When and why had he alowed himself to be dragged into such trifle ephemeral matters? Accursed rage, malfeasant hate, clouding his better judgement... Oh, wretched vicious cycle.

Enough is quite enough. And Zalsaram has had it with such antics.

Metaphysical alignment or not, Zalsaram is, as a substantial matter, a ways away from Mirrodin, visible in its southern skyes as a verdant green star, in fact. But the aforementioned alignment has its quirks, and it does mean that there are equivalencies between both worlds. How could there not be? When both are, in their own fashions, twisted mockeries of the magnificence that was Zalsar.

West of the great lands of Mirrodin, Ilia and... I will have to admit, I forgot the name of the other continents. Whatever. Let me try again.

West of the great lands of Mirrodin, the seal boils by midnight under the viridiscent glare of a distant star, it's baleful flame churning the land beneath the waves even as it poisons those same waters and everything within them. Vile new species of fish and other aquatic things are born there to stalk the deep places of the world and feed their daunting life cycles. But this is not about abyssal fauna. This is about a sore in the world, a sore born o a transfusion of infected blood. It soon becomes a rash over a purulent boil, and all too suddenly it bursts over the waves, spreading the visceral tendrils of landmass transposed by and from the Dark World.

On this most holy of lands, new breeds of mutated kruthiks arrive on the leashes of elemental masters, ready to plunder... no, ready to reclaim the world. Take life back to the god of Living, out of the clutches of Death.

4 AP

3 AP: Infuse Plane (Zalsaram's Litosphere): Of the manyfold layers of the world that is Zalsaram, his solid surface is closest to Mirrodin, and through his divine power it can -at times and in places - be thrust from beneath the waves of Mirrodin as some foreboding, mad landscape inhabited by the polluted industrial horror of the Charnel Forest.

Simply put, this infusion allows Zalsaram to produce islands of himself on other worlds, kinda like a tumor.

AgentIndy

2012-01-10, 08:29 PM

Jay rode his tornado hawk over the woods, searching for the Kruthik that he flung across this forested expanse. He savored the sensation of the wind going by, and focused his eyes on the ground. He saw the Kruthik jumping away, and signaled for the bird to dive at the flowing predator. He drew his dagger, and readied it at his side. The tornado hawk's 'beak' , which in reality was the fastest spinning part of the vortex that made up this bird of prey, impacted the ground of a clearing that the Kruthik just entered. Jay jumped off to allow the summoned creature to recompile itself, and whispered a few words,"Blade, let my strike aim true..." he funneled some of his personal emotions into that aspect of reality. He threw his knife, and it struck in the leg of the beast. The Kruthik attempted to use its effects on Casuality to help it, making the blade slice it's own leg clean off, and one of the hagged barbs flying directly at Jay's face. The tornado hawk tried to intercept, but it merely redirected it a single inch, causing a wide gash to open in a diagonal cut acrossed his eye, thankfully leaving the actual organ relatively unscathed. This was definitely going to leave a terrible scar, and out of rage, he grabbed the tornado hawk's neck, and jumped upon it. He then proceeded to smother the Kruthik with oxygen itself.

After a few minutes of crushing every limb he could reach, he took out the flint Lao had given to him, and said five words,"Burn, and feel pain for a hundred years," and then the Kruthik burned there. It remained alive, oh it stayed alive, unable to pass on, it screamed, and screamed. After it was only ashes it screamed. Screaming, and burning, never ceasing for a hundred years. And Jay didn't have a way to pay in emotion, so he must light a candle every night for one hundred years to keep the flames from deciding to engulf him.

Lao walked out from an arched tree, clapping slowly,"While your methods are rash, you have proven yourself. We will leave tomorrow to continue your training else where."

"Yes my master."

Darklady2831

2012-01-10, 10:49 PM

THEChanger

2012-01-10, 11:31 PM

The Shadow Realm
Nuada observed the slow expansion of the Land of Joy, both upon his father's ghost and the world of Mirrodin. It was a thing destesable to Nuada's sight, pulling away the free will of mortals, and growing across his father's corpse, like a foul tumor. In many ways, it bore resemblance to the undead creations of Xulos, not truly alive, yet replicating the most perfect engine. And yet, those who dwelt upon Hotei seemed truly happy. Though it was a happiness born of divine will rather than true emotion, was it Nuada's right to remove the thing from the world? And even if it was, could that be the correct course of action?
Nuada eventually decided the answer to both questions was no. Hotei, for all its cancerous nature, did create joy and peace-things which were desirable to Nuada. But the Hidden God would take care, to watch Hotei's expansion, and keep sure it did not grow to overtake the lands of truth, as Xulos' undead had almost done.

Turning his eye again to Xulos' foul brood, Nuada saw them moving to attack a new continent, forged by his cousin, Mao the Mighty. He could not, in good conscience, leave her people unprotected against the coming horde. They were strong, and yet they lacked the weapons to repel such an invasion. Their Pegasi calvary were strong indeed, but not sufficient to deal with the undead alone. The Shadowstalkers would go, and work in their element. Until Mao objected to Nuada's unsolicited interferance.

Next, Nuada turned his many eyes to the corpse of his father, and those who dwelt upon it. Great misery was found there, and the lives of those who found themselves upon Zalsaram were both grueling and short. Nuada felt their pain, and decided that some measure of aid would be required. A leader, to protect the lost on Zalsaram's shores. And a way home, for those of deterimined heart. Taking a pinch of the shadow-stuff which comprised his palace, Nuada twisted and molded his creation into being. Two stone tablets, of less than solid substance, that together told a tale of hope and salvation, or despair and challenge. For together, they revealed the inner workings of the Shadow Realm, and how it might be used to construct a gate between two worlds. A stable one.

High above the Kingdoms of the Aeron, the clear skies of Mirrodin lit up as a falling star came to earth in the far north. Through the poisoned air of Zalsaram, past the corrupt city of Mien'Dakar, a second star fell, also finding its way to the utmost north. There the two Tablets of Truth lay, awaiting the day they should be returned to one another, and their purpose fufilled.

The Coast of Mirrodin
Oscam Rosenhurtz looked out, over the sea. He could sense the prescence of the undead, far off. Bayhelm had been ripped by the Undying God from the continent, and pulled towards a new land. He wished to spread his influence. Oscam's duty was to oppose him, in all his works. Turning around, Oscam, for the third time, made mental notes of his forces. Fifty elite Shadowweavers, the core of the Shadowstalkers. Men and women who, like him, had their lives destroyed by Garth's plague-ridden monstrousities. Who had trained under him, until their skill with the burning shadows was pure and unfiltered by nervousness. True warriors of the Hidden God. In addition, he had one hundred journeypersons, those who had not yet become full Shadowstalkers, but possessed enough skill to hold their own in a fight, and half again as many initiates, who had yet to achieve enough skill to be useful in combat. He nodded. "My friends. You have done well to follow me. Together, we have pierced the shadows, and learned of our true protector, Nuada. Now our god calls us to battle. We are few in number, but that is to our advantage, not our dismay. We can slip into the battles, unseen and unnoticed, and dispense justice as we will. The undead march on a new land. We will go, and we will aid the inhabitants of this place. Half of you, full members, and half of you, journeypersons, shall accompany me on my Walk. The rest of you shall remain here, in our new home." Concentrating on the shadows around him, Oscam channeled the will of Nuada through his frail frame. Pulling, wrenching, forcing the shadows to obey his will, Oscam began to create a pool of shadow where the city of Bayhelm once stood. Spires and ledges rose from the pool, hardening, taking shape, until Oscam's work was done. Collapsing to the ground from the strain of recieving instruction from the Hidden God, Oscam beheld his work. A great castle of twisting shadow had been born from the ashes of Bayhelm. The new home of the Shadowstalkers, Castle Atratus, the Obsidian Palace.

Just Outside the City of Mien'Dakar
A lone man stumbled through the wasteland. He could feel the radiation of the eyes of that great tower beaming down on him, twisting his nature. It would not be long before his death. Sinking to the ground, and feeling the sickness begin to take him, the man saw a light, pure and strong, shine through the poison clouds above him. And in that instant, he could feel something change. Despair left him, replaced by a quiet acceptance. Somehow, some way, he had come here. But he could survive. He could adapt. His new home was terrible, but he no longer wished to die.
And if he were to survive, he must become as terrible as the land he lived in.
Once more the man's eyes turned the the great spire in the center of this world. Opening his arms to the sickly green light, he could feel more than his heart change. His skin began to boil and crack, his eyes grew large and bloated. A new form was being forged for a new mind. Rising to his now four legs, the man gazed at his new body. Twisted. Polluted. Perfectly adapted to this strange landscape. With this change of body and mind, only one thing was left before the new being was ready to begin his journey. A new name.
"Slade. I am Slade." And Slade began to head once more for the central spire. He knew, somehow, that others like he had been lived beneath it, and it was his destiny to lead them. And all the while, the shadows around him shifted, protecting him from the worst abuses of Zalsaram's eyes. Though now, Slade's eyes began to emit the same pale green light...

Dear LORD that was a huge post. Now, for some explination.
Rollover- 4 AP
-2 AP-Create Artifact: The Tablets of Truth
A pair of semi-solid stone tablets, alone they confer knowledge of the dualistic state of Mirrodin and Zalsaram, as well as the existance of the Shadow Realm. The information within is slightly skewed towards Zalsar and Nuada as the good guys, and Xulos as the bad guy, but that's because Nuada wrote them. One Tablet exists on Mirrodin, the other on Zalsaram.
Now, if the two were to be brought together, the information changes somewhat. A person who wields either Arcane Magic but foreswears Necromancy, or a Shadowweaver, can use the two Tablets to construct a permanent Gate between the dual planes of Mirrodin and Zalsaram. The Gate appears at corresponding locations on the two worlds, and thus it is important to ensure that survivability is guarunteed on both sides of the Gate.
-1 AP-Alter Land: Raise Castle Atratus
In the place where Bayhelm once stood now has risen a castle forged entirely from shadow. Channeling the divine will of Nuada, Oscam pulled the shadows together to form this bastion of justice and secrets. The Shadowstalkers are based here, and Atratus provides many places from which Shadow Walking is easy. The Obsidian Palace is a place of refuge for those whom society rejects, excepting Necromancers. Any who require asylum can find welcome here. The Castle is enormous however, and not even Oscam is completely sure of its layout.
-1 AP-Raise Hero: Slade the Twisted
Born of Nuada's will and Zalsaram's twisted light, Slade is an Aeron who has become perfectly adapted to his new surroundings. He now has complete control over his own body, allowing for mutations to occur based on his will. His form takes time to change, but eventually can make any changes which are possible without magical aid. IE, he can give himself a tail which shoots spines, but not heat blasts. In addition, his one supernatural ability: Slade has internalized the light which shines from Zalsaram's tower, and can induce mutation in a willing subject. He does not, however, have control of that mutation. If the subject has strong enough will, they can shape the mutation to a certain extent, but there is always a random element to it.
Some of that may have stepped over boundaries, if so, just let me know, and consider it undone.

Draken

2012-01-11, 12:30 AM

Living on Zalsaram

Her eyes stinged, her skin itched, she had coryza. Katarina hated, hated this world and she was sure that it hated her too, it didn't matter that magistrate Ionous had said they all were too insignificant to merit Zalsaram's attention in such a manner, the god hated her, that she was sure of.

Still, for good or ill, she was stuck there, longing for Mirrodin's non-smoke choked skyes, non-oily rivers, for trees that did not give that goddamn sinewy horse-meat, or any meat at all for that matter, or bronze while at it. Trees gave fruit damnit.

Still, there were some advantages and disease was not endemic to Zalsaram, it was weaker there even, they had diagnosed her with pneumonia, which would certainly have killed anyone on Mirrodin, while she was recovering from the worst of it. And the rest of the folks, the non-elemental folks, were not all that bad. Everyone had a tale to tell, a broken heart, a swarm of kruthiks, being trapped at the bottom of a colapsed cave one night and awakening to find it open on the next... Open into Zalsaram. All of them had suffered, all of them had found their way into the Dark World.

Sometimes she imagined if that place was one of second chances, but the lectures of Ionous always returned to her: "Once upon a time there was Zalsar, Upon Which We Dwelt, until the plague god ripped existance from upon his form and in that caused the beautiful first world to die in agony. And from him rose Zalsaram, The Charnel Forest, Upon Which We Now Dwell, and Upon Which All Will Dwell once again."

That certainly did not aleviate her feelings for this place any, it was still horrible and her arrival had been horrible, her city savaged by a swarm of kruthiks. It did not help any that the elementals kept the little monsters in kennels around these parts. Ionous had assured her kruthiks in Mirrodin were wild, the elementals rarely lied, there wouldn't be much point to it.

From a window of her hovel she looked out to the... gardens of Ionous' estate, which she and the other servants tended in the elemental's stead while it took care of affairs in greater Mien'Dakar. There was some odd beauty to it, energy arcs coursing through the air between the copper branches of the coil trees, like leaves made of lightning. She had even learned to enjoy the tickle of the lethal energy blasts that her mutations protected her from.

Maybe this world wasn't so bad after all. And it was lunch time too.

Venereal tubers, oozing still with whatever oils they were fried in and with brass verdigris still unscraped on the underside... Katarina hated, hated this world and she was sure that it hated her too, it didn't matter that magistrate Ionous had said they all were too insignificant to merit Zalsaram's attention in such a manner, the god hated her, that she was sure of...

AgentIndy

2012-01-11, 05:11 PM

Jay and Lao walked across the country, toward the sea. There were rumors of great hordes of monsters pillaging the land. They were there to protect people, but there was an ulterior motive. The deaths of so many people that was occurring there would allow them to absorb their dieing emotions, the most potent that there is available. It will also be a chance to observe Zalsaram's tactics, and formulate a resistance plan. All part of the long game of course.

The pair have arrives at the borders of Ilia, and they start trekking through it, hoping to find someone who knows what is happening. They walked into the domain of Prince Eneby, unsure of what would happen.

thedarkstone

2012-01-11, 09:47 PM

Aenum's face wore a shocked expression. "I aided no deity!" he protested. "I had my Chosen stop the army of Vemrya, of course, but to try to bring peace between the two. I cannot help it if magical capabilities have made Arliyan too ruthless; I made him the way he is, and I cannot complain now." The child-god shook his head. "No, I did not act in Xulos' favor as you assume. I merely acted in fear before my creations as a whole could be touched by the conflict."

The child-god's face was pleading. "I beg of you, please do not send me away. Please hear me out. You have no idea how difficult it is for me to be this humble. I have expended this much effort out of care for you as a cousin, Nuada. We share the shadows as a place where we are most comfortable; I focus on the shadow of hidden knowledge, while you focus on the more literal shadows, but it links us still.

"I beg of you, at the very least, forbid any by my eldmer passage to their island home. If I act against you, you can rescind such a command from your Narudan. But I ask of you, please, allow me to protect my people."

AP: ??
I'll figure out later. xD

Draken

2012-01-11, 10:39 PM

Zalsaram's tactics? Those are interesting, indeed.

Faceless elementals coursed the waves around Ilia in water-borne shapes, scouting the oceanic borders of that new land, as well as the sunken lands of Bayhelm and its wretched host. In a similar token, other elementals with bodies cast out of wind, steam, lightning and hail coursed the sky, bearing witness to the march of the undead hordes. There they seethed and longed for bodies of flame, aptly restraining a nameless hatred matched only by Zalsaram's own.

These numinous powers congregated in the sky above the principality of Uther, walking the storms and evaluating the Ilians. They then decided to descend and seek audience.

AgentIndy

2012-01-11, 10:52 PM

Lao took to acting on the needs of people occasionally, when an elemental was terrorizing a town, he would dispatch it, but when they were dispatching the rogue undead, he helped the elementals indirectly. Jay had taken to learning some sword play, and the language of Ilia. Lao sat atop a mountain with Jay at his side, and lit a small fire,"Servants of Zalsaram, I request an audience with one of your kind."

Draken

2012-01-11, 11:16 PM

My guess is that Lao wasn't fighting a whole lot of elementals then. Because they were not terrorizing anything. Not helping much either, because the elementals were keeping their distance from battles, for now.

Lao's summons did not go unheard, and the flame flickered emerald, wisps rising from it as the green flame coalesced about a newly arrived spirit with feminine curves clad in obsidian plate. Her soft voice echoed like the peal of distant thunder.

"Faeries, you requested audience and I, Ionous, answer. Name yourselves, and speak your piece."

2 Ap enter...

1 AP: Raise Hero: Elemental Duchess Ionous.

1 Ap leaves.

AgentIndy

2012-01-11, 11:36 PM

Lao looked upon Ionous, and spoke,"I, the Lowliest Peasant, One of the Three Fae Kings of the Realm of the Dream, along with my young apprentice Jay request knowledge. Could your Ladyship divulge what has happened to the land of Ilia? We have been isolated from the world until recently," he gave a bow, and motioned for Jay to do the same.

Draken

2012-01-11, 11:44 PM

All have been isolated from the world, stranded on this filthy fiction of that Upon Which We Dwelt."

Ionous spits to the side, her bile sizzling with irradiated power.

"Our arrival was recent as well. What is kown is that the forces of undeath march across this land, they must not be allowed to be. So speaks Zalsaram."

AgentIndy

2012-01-12, 12:15 AM

Lao slipped into his skills at wordplay, and says,"You are destroying undead because Zalsaram says so, and not because they deserve to be destroyed?"

Draken

2012-01-12, 12:21 AM

Selinia

2012-01-12, 01:48 AM

If there was one word to describe the undead tide that had descended upon, it had yet to be created. They shambled up the mountains, slowly spreading across the plains of Prince Enbey's domain. As they reached the first village, they flew into a frenzy. The shambling corpses fell upon the villagers, losing many of their number. Though eventually, the small village of roughly 200 was overwhelmed by sheer weight of numbers, and the rotting horde moved on.

And so it was, that Xulos whispered his secrets into the world, the Tome of Black Dawn fading and reappearing before him. He took his quill, and began to write once more. He poured his power into the tome, forging it into a powerful artifact. It served as an extremely powerful Necromantic focus, magical energies were easier to control, and stronger. The book could not be hidden, if sealed away, it would simply fade from view, and somewhere, where none would expect to look for it, it would reappear. It might change the text and appearance of an existing book, taking its place. It might simply drop onto a field of grass from the sky, waiting for someone to find it. Whatever the method, it could not be found unless Xulos willed it.

And so, Xulos once more let the tome slip down to the world below. A black comet falling down upon Mirrodin. Ebon flames filled the skies above Prince Enbey, and grisly howls could be heard echoing across the land. Before the Wandering Sage, landed the book. A smoking crater, filled with glowing embers and ash, several feet across, lay around it. Prince Enbey heard the whispers, the voice of Xulos tugged at him, barely audible, and always just a little too quiet to make out the words. The book beckoned to the Wandering Sage.

3 AP - 2 AP = 1 AP
Create Artifact: The Tome of Black Dawn. The Tome of Black Dawn is the most holy of books to worshipers of Xulos. Hand written by Xulos himself, it contains all the doctrines and dogma of his faith. The Tome of Black Dawn contains all knowledge of Necromancy that Xulos created, and any who reads the book's chapters on Necromantic Theory is considered capable of using Necromancy. The Book is a focus for magical energy, increasing the power of the wielder. The Tome of Black Dawn can fade and reappear at any time Xulos wishes. If it is sealed away, it simply disappears.

Enbey, Sickly-Sweet Serendipity

The sage had learned much from mere mundane tomes in his study of them. He knew where he was headed - there was a land, it was said, where there dwelt beings much like the Illians themselves. The Aeron. He needed to find them, for it was also said that the Apostate they worshiped had leanred the secret of self-division. That was key - with that knowledge, Enbey would be able to take the first steps towards crafting Maxwell's Razor in more than just theory.

Still, he was never a man to turn down knowledge, regardless of its source. So it was that one dreary, rainy day, which found the sage marching along with a mouthful of hardtack, he stopped to observe a most peculiar phenomenon. Books did not ordinarily drop from the sky, and he had already gone through the tomes he carried with him. Deciding to simply take this as good fortune, or possibly the will of the Goddess, the former lord picks up the tome and flips to the table of contents, looking to to contents of the book.

It promised to be an interesting read, to say the least.

The Principality of Uther, News flash: Zombies

The preliminary reports of this... for lack of a better term, invasion, were met at first with denial, and then horror - for the Princess could not ignore the words of her own pegasus knights. The fact that the mountains were so sheer was a blessing, at least, in that it bought them time. Time for what though, was the question.

Pegasus knights were soon wheeling across the skies in force, every baron and count in the principality being called upon to fulfill their oaths of fealty and send their daughters to wage war in the sky. The villages closest to the mountain range were evacuated, saving what they could, but crops and valuables alike were left all too often to make room for the bare necessities of life. Lances in hand, the knights did what they could to thin the ranks of the dead, diving and dancing across the hordes with the grace for which they were feared and famed, but their foes were simply too many for such tactics to have any meaningful impact.

And worse, Princess Lariea Uther II knew full well that even if these rotting invaders were ultimately defeated, she could still lose her crown. Such an event as this was rare, and she had no doubt that many of her neighbors would relish the chance to seize her family's lands to 'restore order' if she allowed this to continue. No... she had to act now. Decisively. Her own castle, the heart of her realm, lay in the path of the walking dead. Those lucky enough to escape their advance huddled within the walls of the castle-town, while the walls themselves were manned with nearly every surviving soldier in the principality.

Nervous hands clutched at spears atop the wall. Recruits looked to veterans for guidance, and the veterans put on their best show of courage in return. In the courtyard of the keep, and upon a handful of strategically-placed streets, pegasi pawed anxiously at the ground, smelling battle upon the air. And in the distance, shambling ever closer, was the seemingly endless horde.

It was here that the principality would stand, or here that it would fall, and its people with it.

Jay and Lao walked across the country, toward the sea. There were rumors of great hordes of monsters pillaging the land. They were there to protect people, but there was an ulterior motive. The deaths of so many people that was occurring there would allow them to absorb their dieing emotions, the most potent that there is available. It will also be a chance to observe Zalsaram's tactics, and formulate a resistance plan. All part of the long game of course.

The pair have arrives at the borders of Ilia, and they start trekking through it, hoping to find someone who knows what is happening. They walked into the domain of Prince Eneby, unsure of what would happen.

OOC: Apologies for the delayed reply, but they'll find someone as soon as they're free to be found again.

AgentIndy

2012-01-12, 06:47 AM

Ionous sighs slightly.

"The dead can have this mock world wrought by their maker and rot with it. It is but our duty to reclaim life for Zalsaram, and it is but His desire for revenge that compels us to destroy the dead and others who pose themselves as enemies of The Leviathan Unbroken."

"So you do not want to destroy the undead for their actions alone, but merely since they exist? That seems...vaguely wrong."

Draken

2012-01-12, 08:33 AM

"To be is to act, in their existance the dead disrupt the most hallowed natural cycles devised by The Leviathan and infuriate The Leviathan Unbroken, whose wrath beyond all measure was born from the very deeds of the dead."

Lady Ionous crosses her arms.

AgentIndy

2012-01-12, 08:19 PM

"Of course," Lao smiled as a new Archetype crossed his mind, one that wouldn't change him drastically, but will be interesting to him to act out,"I have no further things to inquire about, o' lovely Lady Ionous. I sincerely hope our paths to cross again, maybe we could get to know each other... Personally." Jay punched him in side, and put a palm to his face. He had read about this in the Tomes he had consulted during his training. This was an arcetype adjustment, and was how an immortal 'kept it fresh' in a manner of speaking. The Fae were such a fickle race at times.

Draken

2012-01-12, 09:02 PM

Ionous turns her blank face down towards Lao and remains silent for a few moments.

"You are... trying to seduce me. I have seen my mortal servants engage in that from time to time. What is your intent? I cannot reproduce with you and any copulation would certainly be harmful for you."

Her current body is not just made of fire. It is made of nuclear fire.

AgentIndy

2012-01-12, 09:22 PM

"And when has there been any limits on..." Lao refused to use the word 'love', "appreciating beauty?" He gazed into her face,"I still see no problem with your form," he smirks a bit,"And who said anything about copulation? We just met after all," he gives her a wink, before he turns, and deflects another attempt by Jay attempting to shut him up,"There is much to see in the world, let us journey forth Jay."

Draken

2012-01-12, 11:24 PM

AgentIndy

2012-01-12, 11:47 PM

Face is relative. Eementals don't really have anything particularly distinctive at the front of their heads.

"Fare well, fey. Steer clear of misdeed in the eyes of The World."

With that, Ionous immolates herself away.

"Feisty, that one, don't be fooled-" Lao was interrupted by Jay summoning his tornado hawk,"Ugh, you will be unbearable for a long time." Lao simply summoned a fire serpent, and followed Jay. They continunrd inward in Ilia.

Selinia

2012-01-13, 03:29 AM

Jay and Lao, Illia

As the fey lord and his mortal apprentice made their way over the overcast and oft-stormy plains of the continent, they might notice that each day, the skies seemed a little darker. A littler angrier. True, it was the season for such prolonged tempests, but there was still an ominous sensation that the clouds themselves were growing angry with the flood of transgressors.

Nonetheless, as they moved towards the inner region of the continent, they soon stumbled upon one of the settlements dotting the landscape. In truth, villages and fiefs of this sort were quite common, but the terrain had a peculiar way of seeming empty until one was practically upon one's destination. Some less well-armed villages only still remained standing because nobody had noticed their presence in some particularly deep dip or behind some hill. This one though, was hardly helpless - a squat stone keep jutted up from amidst a collections of homes, and fields could be seen sprawling in all directions. Nobody could be seen working them, but given the late hour and foul visibility this starless night, that was really to to expected.

There was nothing stopping them from approaching, if they wished, but they might be mistaken for raiders if they did not wait until morning to do so...

AgentIndy

2012-01-13, 08:44 AM

Jay and Lao saw the town up ahead,"Let's stay out here for the night." They slept a bit outside the town for that night.

Selinia

2012-01-14, 02:21 AM

Jay and Lao, Non-Answers

The pair's night is uneventful. As is their morning... conspicuously so, in fact. Despite the sun being well risen (as much as it could be said to with such heavy cloud cover), the fields were still empty. The fort was definitely occupied - lights could be seen through the rare window through the night, and smoke issued up from an open one, likely the kitchen. But the town itself seemed deserted.

It was a riddle that soon tipped its hand, however, as the keep's gates opened and out filed a procession of Illians equipped with everything one might need for the tending and maintenance of crops. More disconcertingly, the farmers were flanked by a small contingent equipped with everything one might need for inflicting grievous bodily harm - a mixture of long pikes and the rough, tension-powered bolt-throwers that were the staple ranged weapon of levied peasant troops.

The troops accompanied the farmers to the first field, where they began their work. Unobstructed, they would continue to do the same with the rest of the farmlands around the village. There was a somewhat nervous vibe in the air, even at this distance, but these didn't seem like individuals who were looking to pick a fight if one would be avoided.

AgentIndy

2012-01-14, 09:12 AM

Lao and Jay walked to be about 50 yards from the group,"Hello?!" Jay put several wards around them to deflect arrows if that was necessary.

mystic1110

2012-01-16, 03:48 PM

Belithia smiles at Xulos. He was ignoring her again - it was clear he loved her - the thin line of souls he dragged from her proved it. It was just that Zalsaram's love was so much more - physical. Luxurious. Belithia grabbed Xulos and pulled him in and kissed him on his rotted mouth.

You give me so much, but dearest - in life and in love there is strife. Strive for greater. Always exceed.

With that she vanishes and appears in the realm of dreams to admire the nightmares and dreams of trysts that she gave to the mortals. And among these fractured dreams she came upon the sleeping form of Alpha. Her sleeping son was dreaming of a more clever way to fulfill his destiny - Belithia smiles and kisses his dreaming forehead - before flying further into the realm of dreams.

-----

Alpha awakens, and stretches his arms.... wait... what? Arms? He screams in confusion. A scream? Where was his howl? Alpha bends time in order to look upon himself. He appeared in two forms. One was a giant Kruthik - made from the forms of tens of betas. The other form was one of a handsome man dressed in finery.

Those who seek power would see Alpha as a regal male of their own race. Those who feared power would see him in a form made of numerous other Kruthiks.

Alpha howled and screamed at the same time in happiness. The brood mother had given him a boon - he would honor it.

Ap 4: Infuse Hero: Alpha is now infused. Ap left 1

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Hotei grew erratically. For a decade its pristine sands would advance only an inch. Or in an hour its blue skies and palm trees would sprout for miles. Joy was infectious.

Q'telun

2012-01-16, 05:28 PM

Vemrya watched the Aeron advance with content, but one of the voices in his head suggested a better way to make more things. So Vemrya weaved power into the void once more, and called forth the first of many steam engines.

AP: 5
MR 3 concept: Steam power
2 AP left

Draken

2012-01-18, 11:18 PM

Principality of Uther - Spirits of The World

Done with her summons, lady Ionous returned to her observation of the principality of Uther from on high, her soul seething with the same flames that made her body, Zalsaram was a wise teacher in at least one emotion, hatred without peer. She, and her kin, hated the dead beneath.

Observing grew dull and the elementals ound themselves wanting action, so their lady stepped forward through paths of invisible shadow that linked realities, crossing once more into the halls of the Ilian princes, in all her obsidian-cast glory of emerald flame.

"Do not be afraid. Ruler under Mao, standing at the precipice of annihilation. Heed me, for you share enemies with The Leviathan Unbroken."

AgentIndy

2012-01-20, 02:32 PM

Ixth looked upon Jay, and found his style to be interesting. He invested a bit of power to make his summons stronger.he felt himself grower fuller with this.

He also noticed how the Changelings who completed the transition to becoming a Fae had no place in the Realm of the Dream, unless they pushed out a Fae out of their domain. He created a new race to contain these domain less Fae. They were the Faeries.

Ixth felt a wave of inspiration, and took a storm, and saw the possibility of giving birth to another god. He dropped a single drop of his essence into the storm, "Breath, Sartangas."

AP:4+4
Bless:Contract summons are cheaper, and more powerful
Gain Domain:Contracts(Summons)
5 from Contracts
1 from Jay
1 from the fore mentioned bless

Create Race:Faeries -4

AP:0

Demidos

2012-01-20, 05:10 PM

(Zalsar)
It would be a night for the mortals to remember.

The storm's center boiled, and frothed, as in anger. Wind howled wildly, while lightning flashed forth, and from deep within the storm's center a shape, still shifting, mutable, emerged. Slowly, almost painfully, the clouds pulled together into the shape of a man, the swirling winds that had formed him still evident in the swirling tattoos that covered him from head to toe. In one hand appeared a spear, and in the other a large shield. Horns grew forth from his forehead. As suddenly as he had appeared, he exploded into a web of electricity that blew out from the center at the speed of light, touching down every few miles, but not burning, almost as if curious. It seemed to touch down most in the deep forests of mirroden, but quickly sped away. The light traced a web covering the entire plane, but faded as fast as it had come, the lightning coalaescing again near ixth, pausing for a moment before again becoming the man. When he spoke, it was in a quiet tone, serious, yet with the capacity for humor.

Greetings brother/father. I am Sartangas, God of the Hunt. I see much has transpired since the birth of the world, and much that needs improvement. Still, it is a good world. Are there others?

AgentIndy

2012-01-20, 05:15 PM

"Hello Sartangas, I am Ixth the One Without Love, and Lord of the Fae. I greet you to the world," Ixth wore an adventurers garb, and has out a chess board.

Demidos

2012-01-20, 05:35 PM

I greatly admired your creations, which seem to match you quite well in cunning and intelligence. That is an interesting game you have there. How is it played?

AgentIndy

2012-01-20, 05:41 PM

Ixth explained the rules of chess to Sartangas,"I view the pawn as the most important piece, for they are legion." He summons forth a bottle of the finest Fae wine, and pours each of them a glass,"To new beginnings."

Demidos

2012-01-20, 07:43 PM

Indeed, the pawns hold great power. But they would be more powerful still if they could move on their own, under their own free will, free to make their own decisions. Still, a fascinating game.

As the wine is extended towards Sartangas, it stirs, then dissolves into its components of moonlight and berries, of which the berries disappear into Sartangas's mouth. The moonlight hangs about him like a halo, illuminating his proud features.

Thank you, my brother. A fine toast indeed.

AgentIndy

2012-01-20, 08:19 PM

"What are your goals now that you are born?" Ixth sips his wine.

Demidos

2012-01-21, 02:04 AM

It seems to me that I know little of how things should be run, as of yet. I think I will create my own life, that i may better understand the mindsets of you other gods. For I assume there are indeed other gods. I do not believe that you created those monstrous undead, nor those proud legions of horsemen that fight them, though I have no doubt you had a hand in the conflict -- I am not judging you. You seem to have a good soul, despite your lack of love and your cunning ways. I simply state fact.

AgentIndy

2012-01-21, 10:55 AM

Ixth feigns a laugh,"You are correct, I neither created the undead, nor those armies. I merely influenced the events that took place."

Q'telun

2012-01-21, 06:53 PM

Vemrya laughs as he walks up, then says, "Ixth flatters himself, the fight between Xulos and I had nothing to do with him. I am Vemrya, and you are?"

Demidos

2012-01-21, 10:13 PM

Greetings Vremya. I am the god of the wild hunt, of nature unbounded. Had I to guess, I would say that you were the god that created the humans -- you have their same bearing and pride. I am impressed by their power and dedication, but this new...steam?...technology that they all speak of -- though they claim it is good in its use of fighting the undead, it destroys the lush forests and fertile fields that spawned them. I am as yet a newcomer here, but it seems to me that the steam power may cause them to lose their lands and even themselves, in the quest for power.

Q'telun

2012-01-21, 10:32 PM

"Yes, I did create the Aeron. I, or rather Vemrya, instilled in them a code of honor at their birth, and they know to respect nature and to not take more than they need. If they do, well, we can always let green have a go at them. You'll have to excuse me, I'm completely insane, that was gray just talking, he is logic."

AgentIndy

2012-01-21, 11:15 PM

"On the contrary my insane sibling, the less I have to do with your petty squabbles, the more they relate to me. Whose servants divert the loon of fate from ordinary men? Who is lurking just outside the vision of mortals ready to strike if they learn too much?"

Q'telun

2012-01-21, 11:20 PM

"I control fate, I got your heart! Oh wait, I wasn't supposed to say that, now was I. Oh well, I'm only going to get beaten furiously by Red and Gray when someone else takes control." Vemrya's green eyes flash with mirth.

AgentIndy

2012-01-21, 11:31 PM

Ixth looked deadly serious, before his hand goes to where his heart should be in his chest,"WHAT?!" the anger is obviously faked, like everything he does, but it seems a little less fake when compared to what he normally sounds like. He grabs Vemyra's collar,"Where is it?" His rough face has cracks in it, exposing the exterior of the loom of fate that is inside him,"Tell me..." these words are cold, emotionless daggers into Vemyra,"Isn't theft against the core of your existence?"

Q'telun

2012-01-21, 11:45 PM

"Dunno how I got it, just randomly showed up, it ws either me or Xulos, and its not like any aspect of me would let that rotting idiot have a thing that controls fate, now would I? And as for what we would or would not do, that is a matter of which personality we currently are. I would steal for the greater good, Green would steal for the hell of it, but thats it." Vemrya said, meeting Ixth's gaze cooly.

THEChanger

2012-01-21, 11:55 PM

Principality of Uther-Outside the City Walls

As the Pegasus Knights strove in vain to cut through the hordes of undead, far below, shadows began to broil and writh. Nuada had sworn to aid those who were targeted by the undead, and aid he would send.

The left flank of zombies eruptted into conflict. Lashes of shadow sliced through rotting flesh, as the Shadowstalkers emerged from their hiding places within the darkness cast by the trees. Their constructs burned the undead flesh, leaving a hole in the ranks of the invading army. Then the seventy five faded back into the shadows, having made their mark. They would strike again, and again. They would lose soldiers. But their mission had been made clear. They were to slow the hordes down as much as possible, while Oscam worked furiously to find a way to turn back the tide.

Principality of Uther-Meeting With a Princess
"And of He Who Stalks The Shadows." The flickering light shed by Lady Ionous cast eeiry shadows, green and sickly. From behind one of the many pillars stepped Oscam Rosenhurtz, dressed in robes woven from finest shadow silk. Twists of shadow, like smoke, drifted off of his form. "I am Oscam, leader of the Shadowstalkers. We have been sent by the Hidden God, Nuada, to give your people what aid we can upon this most dreadful of nights."

Demidos

2012-01-22, 01:15 AM

Sartangas watches the debate closely, though his eyes narrow slightly at the seeming lightheartedness of Vremya, who is speaking of controlling another's heart, another god's, no less, who -- after all -- only moments before brought Sartangas into existence. As of so far, he makes no move to intrude on the conversation.

AgentIndy

2012-01-22, 01:33 AM

Ixth tosses Vemyra aside,"You held my heart, and never even thought of returning it? God's heart are their very core!" Ixth stared him down.

Q'telun

2012-01-22, 08:37 AM

"You'll get it back in due time, you know you don't want it back right now. You only want it when the time is right." Vemrya bares his teeth. "And don't try lying to me, I've seen your very existence."

Demidos

2012-01-22, 01:36 PM

Sartangas steps forward
Forgive me my ignorance says Sartangas in a tightly controlled tone, but which living creature, mortal or divine, would not want to make their own decisions or control their own life? It is the very basis of our existence.

mystic1110

2012-01-22, 01:37 PM

Belithia wandered the land of dreams and the land of the Fae, till she ventured upon the golden court of the golden queen. Dear Vemrya was playing with dear Ixth's heart - how much her brother's loved each other! Vemrya was playing with a god's heart - the heart which danced around Belithia's fingers... Oh beloved brother how they hurt each other so lovingly.

Belithia wondered how having one's heart played with would feel. Xulos' thin line of souls from her, wasn't .... painful enough. An idea was born in Belithia's heart. The Gods are outside of time— time exists only within the created universe. The other Gods saw the flow of time as real - or at least let it be real - Belithia perceived everything as part of the same emotion, even time was the same. Belithia, however, considered all points in time to be equally valid frames of reference, after all relativity and perception depended on chemical structure at any given time which depended on causality which was the singular emotion. Emotion was time and time was emotion and emotion was love and time was pain. Past and future, are directions rather than states of being; future or past is entirely dependent on which emotion you were feeling and thus using as a basis for observing it.

Since an observer at any given point in time can only remember events that are in the past relative to him, and not events that are in the future relative to him, the subjective illusion of the passage of time is maintained - but in the end it was illusion born from emotion. There is no passage of time; the ticking of a clock measures durations between events much as the marks on a measuring tape measures distances between places. There is no free will, future events are as immutably fixed and impossible to change as past events. However free will is also 'present' throughout time, during life, thus mortals exercise free will in the 'future' as it were. Free will existed within the conception of time, within the conception of emotion.

What would be the best way to understand the pain that Vemrya brought to dear Ixth.... ah, birth. The birth of a goddess - the birth of a heart.

A woman in a plain dress walked through the void. And saw her wonderful brother began to create, to build. A light shone through the darkness. Her dress, she saw, was pink - her skin grey. A shame that almost none would see her in this form. Even this great brother of hers would only see her as either a voluptuous pale creature in a dress of white and ruby jewels or else an iron statue covered in spikes - Belithia wondered which aspect of her this brother would see her as?

All of a sudden Belitha saw her brother make life - ah this brother truly understood. Existence needed life - and life needed to spread - to breed. And yet existence needed something to define it, not to confine it but to provide meaning and context - pain. Life was pain and pain was life. Two sides of the same coin. Without the context of pain, life would be boundless, but pointless. Life not meant to be lived.

Belitha just wanted to share. This life... a feeling surged through her. A feeling that held power within itself. Love. And thus love was born. Belitha's love had force, it would eventually lead to great feats of creation - and great feats of destruction. As a goddess Belitha didn't have a heart, but one grew in her chest at the thought of this gift she gave to the world. She beamed.

Belitha was flooded by the love she felt towards her brother and his creations, and decided a gift was in order. She looked at the new life and smiled: From now on all life would be able to breed and feel the most exquisite pain, the pain of childbirth. Belitha cried, her gift - her gift was too beautiful, she wept for life - knowing it would be thankful, fearful that this love might consume her.

All of a sudden a figure appeared behind Belithia - Belithia herself: If time is mutable due to emotion, then why couldn't Belithia converse with herself?

My sister, myself, my love
My sister, myself, my love: you understand you should not be here - although time and love may fly in any direction, causality and our hearts demand them to be singular and forward directional. Although everything is singular it must have an end.
Actually beloved, it was your heart I came here for this too is about the condition of love and causality

Belithia plunged her arm into Belithia's breast, pulling her close and locking lips with her, as her tongue caressed Belithia's tongue, as her teeth bit her lip, she grasped at Belithia's heart and placed her other hand upon Belithia's breast, squeezed - and Belithia sighed in pleasure - both of them - and Belithia pulled away and tore our Belithia's heart.

I want to experience our dear brother Ixth's love and pain. And you are me, dear one

As Belithia bled from her chest cavity, clutching her empty bosom - Belithia flew to her and implanted Ixth's heart into where her heart used to be. And Belithia smiled as :

My sister, myself, my love: about time my birth coalesced into this illusion of existence - you have to understand, this birth of mine was determined by causality and emotion - although I now contain our brother's heart and understand the void of emotion and love. Although his lack of love is not the oblivion of love - I can show him the path to absolution. Understand this is my birth, and his birth is my death. Time is eternal and one - I exist with you and I die before you were born and am born because you live.

The system undergoes transitions from one state to another, between a finite to countable number of possible states to infinity. It is a random process; it was a memoryless system. Each state depends only on the current state and not on the sequence of events that preceded it or succeeded it. The improbability or nonsensical existence of the current state didn't matter - it just existed. Even though it depended on each other state - the present depended on the present only.

Sense was a mortal luxury - Gods existed beyond conflicting theories - or at least Belithia did. Or at least Belithias.

Belithia with Ixth's heart was seperate but combined and one with Belithia with her original heart. Belithia with Ixth's heart was not her all - loving sister/self. Belithia with Ixth's heart had a plan. With that she vanishes from herself leaving herself not within the past but wandering the land of dreams and the land of the Fae. Belithia with Belithia's heart smiled as she ventured upon the golden court of the golden queen.

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Alpha appeared in two aspects. One as a multitude of Kruthiks and the other as a most virile masculine man of any given species he appeared too, in this case any Illian would see him as the pinnacle of an Illian male. Alpha prowled/walked to the nearest Illian town, it just so happened to be the Principality of Uther. Ah Oscam - and one of his father's different brood. Alpha spoke slowly, trying out language for the first time:

Ah my cousins and prin-cess. My name is One. I'm glad to see that you, Oscam, are doing so well - I see we both changed greatly from our meetings in my uncles' shadows. And Lady Ionous please tell me of my father's true self - I wish to know his true glory. And Princess - let me cut to my deal - I am animal, I have no conception of Patience. My deal is action for action. I will provide any action of myself you desire - destruction, annihilation, creation, anything - in exchange for an action on your part to be determined in the future. If you refuse, I would simply leave and provide the same deal to another. Speaking of deals, the same offer applies to you my cousins. An action for an action - refusal simply means the offer extends to the next mortal

AgentIndy

2012-01-22, 01:54 PM

When Belithia entered the realm of the Golden Queen, a peasant Fae, tge Farmer of Rubies,alerted the Golden Queen to this disturbance. The Golden Queen sat upon a rickshaw, and had it bring her to Belithia. She was wearing a long flowing dress made of gold leaf, with a farly revealing neckline. Her neck was encrusted with jewels, and those were covered by a scarf made of the finest silk, almost invisible in the light. Her face was tattooed with crimson tear drops, and half of her face was covered by a jewel encrusted masquerade mask. Contrasting with these signs of lavish beauty is a huge, bloody battleaxe resting upon her back, inscribed with scenes of beautiful, yet horrifying combat. She extends a hand to Belithia,"Oh, goddess of torture and love, how do you fare today?"

mystic1110

2012-01-22, 03:21 PM

The beautiful creature whom extended her hand towards Belithia was breath taking - Belithia was feeling more lascivious than usual due to her short tryst with Belithia who bears another heart - she took the Golden Queens hand in two of her own.

My dear endowed beauty, I am doing very well after seeing your limber form - I simply came to admire your realm and to converse with a fellow woman. Even among gods a woman needs another to talk to, and my daughter is busy - and a powerful immortal as yourself would live long enough to converse with me. I was hoping we might become friends, my lovely.

----

Hotei's growth was unpredictable, but predictably inevitable - it was a malignant neoplasm of a reality. Yet those within it despite lacking choice felt true happiness. Who wouldn't enjoy verdant tropical forests, pristine beaches, lavish waterfalls? Hotei was like a fungus, spores of reality floating among Zalsaram - converting radioactive waste into paradise. Floating around Mirroden - converting ravaging hoards into peace.

One of its branches had reached one of the humans' railways.... a train into emotional narcotic.

AgentIndy

2012-01-22, 03:40 PM

"Indeed it has also been an eternity since I have had the pleasure of talking to another female of my caliber," the Golden Queen pulls Belithia up onto her rickshaw,"Even the other monarchs don't fancy to entertain me anymore. The Loeliest Peasant is off playing adventurer, and the Philosopher of Nothing locks himself in his tower reading for hours on end. Do any gods act like that to you?"

Q'telun

2012-01-22, 03:48 PM

Lyuath was old now, but he still answered the call when Hotei appeared on a railway. He stopped only briefly at his house, to say goodbye to his adopted son. He then rushed off to see if they could beat back a creation of the gods. It seemed that the most the Aeron could do was divert the train tracks, but then Lyuath felt an itch in his spine, like a massive amount of energy was about to erupt from it. Then he saw Vemrya in his mind, and the god spoe. "Lyuath, my child. You have lived a long and good life, but it iss nearing its end. To prevent any pain to you, I will be taking control of your body. Your soul will take its place at my side in the void, and your body will ensure the safety of everything you and I hold dear." Saying that, Vemrya infused a piece of himself into Lyuath, and turned to the train tracks, stabbing deep into the cancerous mass that had grown on it.

7 AP:
Infuse Avatar: 3 AP
Bless: The Aeron now have the choice of going to Belithia or Vemrya when they die.
3 AP

Demidos

2012-01-22, 04:16 PM

Vremya having left, Sartangas turned to his father/brother Ixth.
I do not know if his claims of your happiness or even of stealing your heart are true, but I will support you if you wish to take it back

OOC:Should the conversation end here

Sartangas looked over the mortal world on zalsar and saw the forests and deep places of the world slowly being destroyed, by undead and Aeron alike, be it by simple corruptive presence or by slow expansion. And he knew that the wilderness needed a new race that would champion and protect it. In honor of his creator, his creations were Fey -- not the godlike, manipulative Fae that Ixth had created, but Fey, protectors of the wild. They would be as nature spirits given flesh, having power over their shapes and the power of nature alike. They had some of the mercurial nature of the Fae, but the human resolve.

And the Fey spread through the forests, claiming the deep glens and forested mountains and all of the thus-far neglected woods. They did not claim them for themselves, but rather were stewards of the woods, protecting them from depredetation by outside force.

AP:18
-3 Create MR3 race: Fey (Specifically, Killoren, for those of you with ROTW)
-5 Grant Lycanthropic Druidism (all Fay are natural lycantharopes, but the more powerful can take more varied forms and even cast powerful magics stemming from the land)
-2 Create the Wolfbred Council (a council of the clans that governs affairs that affect all the tribes)
-1 Raise Hero Marrik Bonecrusher: The most powerful of the Fay warriors, Marrik is the awknowledged head of the Shifters should one be required.
18-11=9 AP

mystic1110

2012-01-22, 04:25 PM

"The World speaks truth. Your petty fighting only causes more harm than it causes good. Perhaps he alone is the sane one within this family of Gods. He can defend himself against you all. Perhaps some sanity will come."

Ein turns, glancing back at the Gods.

"I forsake all but the World itself."

And with that Ein disappears into the void and starts walking into the endless distance. Only after an eternity of solitude, Ein's endless journey had an end - for he came upon Belithia simply sitting in the empty void.

Crazed sister - why and how are you here? I had left you, the worlds and the other gods centuries ago.
Dear beloved brother - you forsake existence, but I never forsake you

Ein grimaced.

I'm charmed sister, but please leave me alone, I embrace nothing anymore
Tsk, tsk, beloved. Don't just force yourself into the idea that everything is awake awareness. If you penetrate one thing, you penetrate all things. Penetrating something is not a matter of opposing or removing how something appears. Don't try to cook up some state of non-opposition because this is just another form of penetration. You are still invested in this universe and to me
Wait....you sound as crazy as usual sister, but... something is different.

Belithia with another heart laughed

You were gone a long time my oldest brother, you missed much
No matter. All I want to do is to rid myself of you right now
And that is why I am here, dear brother. Salvation exists in total destruction, annihilation, rather than everlasting torment. The only freedom from me is oblivion. And that is my ultimate gift.

Before Ein could run or use his power, Belithia with another heart grabbed him and kissed him forcefully, and tore at his chest ripping out his heart. The oldest heart of the gods. EIn struggled in Belithia with another heart's embrace but she etertwined her hands and legs on him, not letting him go as she held his heart and bit his neck in incestuous ecstasy. Ein cried out, and Belithia cried out in orgasm, and in the culmination of pleasure and gore, Ein's godly spark vanished. Belithia didn't absorb his essence, he simply never was. Every action he ever took would be explained as unexplained phenomena - the only thing that remained was the beating heart of the oldest god. Ein's heart which controlled shamanism and authority.

As She swallowed the beating heart: Belithia with another heart became Belithia with others hearts. And so Belithia with others hearts continued to sit their in the void, caressing an figment of her imagination: the dead body of a man who was once a god who had once existed and was only a memory in a memoryless system.

Disclaimer: I pmed Tebryn and got his permission to do this.

Use pantheon AP: 2 --> 0 create artifact Heart of Ein. The Heart of Ein is the essence of shamanism and authority. due to his position as the oldest god. It controls respect and the spirits of the elements if not the elements themselves. The user can't force respect, but respect naturally causally manifest wherever the user desires.
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Belithia smiled at the golden queen

"You have no idea dear one, even now brother Vemrya, poor soul, feels the need to show me his love from afar, tugging souls lose from my bosom in secret. It's a shame you know. I know they love me - but they should be much more extravagant about it. Brothers my beauty - are always embarrassed by the love they have for their dear sisters.

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Hotei was confused why some would reject his advances... why would anyone want to feel anything other than happiness. He couldn't simply grow back against the infused power of a god destroying his reality. But like cancer that isn't utterly destroyed (and it would be hard to vanquish in entirety, since it existed in every reality) it would simply spread and grow again. If this railroad would reject him, then he would grow in a lattice around it. Surround it with joy and have them come within his folds by their own will to enter paradise. Which sane being would refuse?

Q'telun

2012-01-22, 04:34 PM

Hotei might be intelligent, but only another god could outwit a god. Vemrya-Lyuath encircled the infected areas with a line drawn by his sword, and after hotei had been contained, he methodically stabbed all places containing Hotei.

mystic1110

2012-01-22, 04:44 PM

Hotei wasn;t wiped from existence, just every aspect of Hotei within miles of a human and containing a human. If Hotei is a cancerous growth, and before it was all encompassing tumor, then now it was a shadow of its former self. Tumors of Hotei that existed interdependently and individually from each other access Mirroden and Zalsaram. Hotei felt nothing but joy at his destruction - he couldn't feel anything else. Hotei however instead of spreading out began to spread to connect all his parts. It would take centuries.

Unfortunately Vemrya's actions had unintended consequences. All the races that lived within Hotei in absolute happiness against their will - still desired happiness. You become addicted to happiness. You need it. Each race that was freed from joy, began to crave to return to Hotei - and so they rioted in despair and began searching for the small tumors of joy that existed throughout the world.

Draken

2012-01-22, 05:27 PM

Zalsaram felt... An itch. An odd itch, and turned his vicious gaze towards the itch, a patch of Hotei growing on him.

His most vicious glare incinerated the impudent intrusion before the Leviathan could properly perceive what it was, odd. Zalsaram turned away from it, dully solved it became a distant concern.

Until the itch started once more, elsewhere. Once more he looked down to see what it was, once more it burned away before he could discern it.

Another itch. Zalsaram sent elementals to watch it, he surely did feel the loss of their communication and glared down on the intrusion, searing it away and reclaiming his servants. He heard their tale, and his wrath was without peer at what they informed. Another world, trying to steal his very flesh.

Sometimes enough is enough.

New cycles were churned out by the Leviathan Unbroken, propicious connections akin to the thousand wirings and mechanisms of his own deific omnistructure, if vastly reduced. Capable of a thousand functions and as akin to the technology the newly arrived aeron spoke of as it was like the eldritch mysteries of the people or the eldmer. But somewhere in-between and vastly more terrible in potence. That was to be the tool of reclamation. The weapon that broke offending worlds and perfected them into Zalsaram. The technology that forged life out of steel. The science that understood the thousand, thousand, ancient and complex relationships between all substances dictated by the World as He Is and as He Was.

It was Maltech. It's dark glory without boundary, for it was the true gift of knowledge from That Upon Which We Dwell.

With that tool, capable even of storing the searing gaze of the world, the denizens of Zalsaram fought back the invading realm of Hotei, and cast it down in flame wherever it dared appear.

Far above, Zalsaram turned his gaze to the sky, searching for Belithia, he found her. He found her, but his glare did not burn. It did not because Zalsaram was wise in the ways of spite and knew that his sister so enjoyed the pain, it was why she was a decent outlet for his more usual grievances.

She was the grievance now, and thus Zalsaram knew how to dhandle her. When his avatar manifested in the light, it was ironclad and smooth, with none of the usual sharp edges and unwiling to release an ounce of his toxins or ruinous power.

His voice was not devoid of the same usual anger, however.

"You tessst my goodwill sssissster."

8 AP!

1 AP: Bless. Zalsaram's glare burns away Hotei... And anything else, really. Just adding mechanical weight to it.

4 AP: Create Concept: Maltech. Yadda, yadda, description above.

3 AP: Gain Domain: Fire (Radiation)!
-1: The blessing above. it is based on NUCLEAR FIRE.
-5: Mutation the primary means is through survival to the emanations of NUCLEAR FIRE
-1: Raise Hero, Lady Ionous... She is made of... You get it.

0 AP!

AgentIndy

2012-01-22, 06:17 PM

Ixth looked at Sartangas."My heart is of no consequence. It will not stop the Plan."

---

The Golden Queen sighs,"My lord Ixth dined with me last season, he spoke of slipping a dagger into your breast, and letting your 'love' stain the streets. You'd like him to do that?"

Q'telun

2012-01-22, 06:33 PM

Vemrya stepped towards Zalsaram and said, "Brother, restrain yourself, she relishes pain remember?"

mystic1110

2012-01-22, 06:37 PM

Belithia frowned at the Golden Queen and replied

Dear Ixth said that? How unusual - I always though he had no flair. I would personally like to keep my heart in my chest - as you would yours, but love is strange. I would like him to express it any way he can. But dearest enough talk about brothers and beloved Ixth, if we are friends we should find a way to entertain ourselves! What hedonistic adventure should we propose?

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In the void at the edges of existence Belithia with others hearts caressed a figment of her imagination - a man... who this man was could have once been a god, who knows anymore. It was just a memory and the system was memoryless. Suddenly an ironclad and smooth steel maltech figure appeared to Belithia with others hearts. If Belithia with others hearts could have found this recess of existence, why not another god? She stood up, the figure of Ein vanished, for it was never there - it was just her imagination. Her two hearts beat in synch. And her third heart with Belithia with Belithia's heart beat in synch as well. For Zalsaram didn't and couldn't tell that this Belithia in the void was not the same Belithia that bore him his children. Belithia with others hearts though was still Belithia - and all the personality defects that entails, except different. For example in front of this Belithia Zalsaram could not shake the feeling, despite his anger, that she was more conniving, devious, dangerous... courtesy of Ixth's heart. Zalsaram also could not help himself but feel that Belithia was even more connected to himself. After all with Ein's Heart beating in her chest, she was the source of Shamanism, the essence of the World itself. And the World itself was Zalsaram. Belithia with others hearts was the essence of Zalsaram himself. Belithia with others hearts was the essence of Zalsaram's elementals. All these feelings penetrated Zalsaram in an instance, but foremost he felt respect, naturally, but against his nature - Ein's heart was the first heart that ever beat... it granted Belithia with others hearts an authority beyond herself.

Beloved Brother, I see you love my accidental creation - I see its love brings love to you in such a myriad of ways: regardless you know how I feel - despite my love for my accidental son, my love for you is greater. Unified love still has magnitudes, you know. You don't need my permission to wipe it off yourself, but if you seek it I would grant it. But dearest brother how i missed you so, tell me of what you have been up to!

Vemrya also appeared

And dear Vemrya! I've missed you as well - please inform me dear ones of what you want to do? I propose a gathering! We have been working and playing and fighting and loving - but when have we all simply been with each other for the pleasure of our companies. Loneliness may be love, but love could be so much grander!

AgentIndy

2012-01-22, 06:54 PM

The Golden Queen giggled at what Velithia was insinuating,"Oh, I can think of several...the Philosopher, and his student prince could be swayed...or we could visit the Alpha, he seems to know his way..." she takes a drink from a goblet of bloodwine,"Or maybe Lady Ionous."

mystic1110

2012-01-22, 07:22 PM

Belithia sighed in anticipation and excitement,

Such wonderful ideas! But I'm enjoying our ladies night, lets include your female Fae and this Ionous in our merriment. I was right in expecting a fellow woman to understand the truth of desires - men are great, but sometime they are too thick to understand what a woman really needs.

Then of course, in the recess of Belithia's mind, it was doubtful that the golden queen truly understood what Belithia meant by merriment and desire - it was often hard to tell - even for Belithia.

Draken

2012-01-22, 08:04 PM

What, didn't I make it perfectly clear that Zalsaram's glare is not in its usual FLAMES O SEARING HATRED set? or that he is not presenting himself as an actively harzardous whale sized pile of industrials?

Zalsaram gives Vemrya a dry look. Its such a dry look that it would surely have 60% of a human being into salt.

It was a very nasty look.

Not nearly as nasty - no, not that. Not nearly as empty as the one he gave Belithia. Because Zalsaram exercised a few of his prerogatives as a god, namely the prerogative to divest himself of any and all influence inflicted by his peers. Moreso than ever, Zalsaram's heart was a rock. A rock in the middle of a field bathed by snow mixed with ash. A distant, cold and diminute thing. Made ever the more mediocre by his monumental proportions. No force in creation could override this one prerrogative awarded a god, the cosmic principle of itself.

Dare I say, it hit the point where his voice was not angry. Indeed, it had the same cold but musical tone of ancient Zalsar.

"Spare me."

With but two words, Zalsaram shattered any ties things such as love or hate had on him, for that brief while, he would once again be the systematic custodian of life and existance in all most its forms. He did not make threats, but statements, he did not give suggestions, but truths.

"I forbid you from expanding that plane, or any other, over my body, sister. I will not suffer any attempts at such. I am confident you mean no ill, for it is not in you to desire such. But this is not something I desire or will abide."

AgentIndy

2012-01-22, 08:14 PM

"Yes..."The Golden Queen blushes,"I will send for both the Crimson Princess, and Lady Ionous." She sends a carrier pigeon to Lady Ionous, traveling at near the speed of light to meet the elemental. A woman clad in the brightest red dress, with a ring on each finger. There was a slash across her, running from her right shoulder, to to her left leg, parting the dress at several places, revealing grievous wounds, that somehow enhanced her looks. Her eyes were blood red, and her long, slender legs had daggers strapped to them,"You summoned me mistress?" The Queen smiled,"Yes, we have a very special gues, take a seat," the Princess took a seat.

Draken

2012-01-22, 08:36 PM

[For the purposes of not cluttering the events in Ilia and also for expedience, it shall be assumed that the Queen's messager arrived post those facts, elsewhere]

She was so pretty... Katarina blushed at the thought, so that was a Fae? But... Those marks. Still. And the other two... One of them was an horrific visage. Was she the Iron Maiden, goddess Belithia? The mere thought of such terrified her more than the inescapable return to Zalsaram.

The mutant attendant of Lady Ionous - no longer clad in fire, but in in spiralling winds and crackling lightning with armor woven of sapphire instead of obsidian - knelt next to her mistress. They had appeared shortly before, from a rift of swirling elemental forces.

"These summons become strangely frequent, fae."

Q'telun

2012-01-22, 09:40 PM

"Uh Zal, from what I've seen of the new land, and trust me I've seen it up close, Belli isn't controlling it at all. Its more like she's just letting it run free and do whatever. And a family gathering would be nice, wouldn't it! I'd be the only one of me showing up, its not that my brothers hate you Belli, its just you make them feel uncomfortable. Sorry."

AgentIndy

2012-01-22, 10:33 PM

The Golden Queen smiled at that remark,"Oh, has the Lowliest Peasant called on you too? He really needs to learn how to ask a lady for a date, rather than being do straight foward. Well, your here....it was Belithia's idea, because we wanted to have a girl's night. How does that sound to you?

mystic1110

2012-01-22, 10:59 PM

Belithia smiles and radiates her warmth and love to all around, unfortunately for the mutant Katarina, who only saw Belithia as the aspect of a spike covered iron statute - she perceived the warmth as god's fire, hotter than any fission or fusion reaction. Still a smile was seen on Belithia's face.

Oh my, you are beautiful sweet Ionous - Zalsaram always did make such exquisite mortals. And your servant! How delightful - I adore the beloved union of Vemrya's and Zalsaram's visions. Such a charming girl!

-----

Belithia with others hearts smiled at Zalsaram. The lack of Her heart and the beating of Ein's and Ixth's did change her perspective somewhat, still she smiled warmly,

Dear Zalsaram, you wish for Hotei to be reduced to oblivion? I give you permission. You wish for me to destroy my accidental son? No. I love him, and I love you, and destruction is merely the other side of creation and creation is love and destruction is equally related to emotion. I have shown my love to my son - I desire only one thing from you - to show him your own type of love: you are already doing so are you not? There was no opposition from me, nor from him - he simply wishes to love just as much as you or I. Dear Zalsaram - why are you here? In front of me, when you knew I would offer no opposition and had no intention other than expressing my emotion?

You are a biological system - the essence of biology itself. Yet biology may be interpreted as sign systems. Life must be considered not just from the perspectives of molecules and chemistry, but as signs conveyed and interpreted by other living signs in a variety of ways, including by means of molecules. The reason you came to me is to understand that a new and more unified perspective on the central phenomena of the biology function is needed. The generation of function and signification in living systems, from the ribosome to the ecosystem and from the beginnings of life to its ultimate meanings. You came here to hear this singular truth: Biology is Emotion, and Emotion is Biology.

So In your destruction and love towards my son, I wish you to understand my lesson, if i do it for you then you gain nothing

Belithia turned and faced Vemrya:

Anyway, aside from heady matters such as these - let us relax and partake in each others company - lets love and talk and make peace with those we consider closest to our hearts

Q'telun

2012-01-22, 11:33 PM

"Love is such a wonderful thing, I'm actually Vemrya's love, and ability to love. He felt that those were the more female aspects of himself, and well, here I am, the one sister in the head of the mad knight." Vemrya sighs.

Draken

2012-01-22, 11:54 PM

Zalsaram sighs, letting out the most minute ammounts of his usual fumes from his... uh... mouth... structure thing.

With that simple deed, the falacious peace of his fettered form breaks and churns into his usual self. The all-mighty glare of his world-self searing once again.

"Asss typical, wrong asssssumptionsss are made. I wish not your creation's end nor do I feel any need to request permission to expunge it from myself."

There are, of course, times when a different approach is needed, stick with a carrot stabbed on it, indeed. Zalsaram breathes out the most caustic fogs he can produce, all but creating a sauna of boiled acid.

"What I want isss simply him out of my body, sssissster... The delights I offer are for you alone."

Deceitful enough, isn't it? These same delights are avaiable to trillions of mortal things after all. The mistake in such thinking is the belief that Zalsaram sees mortals as people.

mystic1110

2012-01-23, 12:39 AM

Belithia with others hearts smiles craftily and lounges with a delighted sigh in the sauna of boiled acid. She motions to the Vemrya to join her:

So glad, that you broke free of that hideous form you greeted me in beloved. But you misunderstand. I know you want to be rid of Hotei, and I know it is within your power to make it so. If you don't wish to express your love by granting him oblivion, then be creative - I've seen what you;ve thought up so far already. Ingenious. Don't you think the existence of Hotei allowed you to create something so elegant? Imagine what the full expression of your love would bring to yourself?

Darklady2831

2012-01-23, 09:43 PM

Xulos lept to the forefront, his form changed. No longer did he have two rotted arms, but six long skeletal limbs that ended in vicious claws. He issued a vicious hiss at Vemrya, his skull's jaw curling into a ferocious grin. The pentagram on his forehead glowed a bright yellow. "Well, hello, brother..." He cracked his back, tattered robes falling off of him to reveal the glimmering gore and bone beneath. "How niccccce of you to give my love ssssuch a giffft." He spoke as if he was a snake, hissing with the S's.

Rifts opened around him, smaller beings, looking nearly identical to him. "I've been away too long... the world needs more... living dead..." as he spoke, bones jerked themselves from their graves, forming into these shambling giants. Six limbed colossi of bone, they towered above the other undead.

Create Life: MR 3: Bone Colossi.

Q'telun

2012-01-24, 11:38 AM

"The world doesn't need more undead Xulos. And besides, its not like it matters to me, the Aeron dissolve when they die, they can't become undead."

mystic1110

2012-01-25, 01:36 PM

Belithia continued to stare at the young mutant Katarina. The result of Zalsaram's and Vemrya's visions. Belithia loved that her brothers were able to create such a marvel - she only wished to add to it: she had children before - but she was always the sole progenitor or the adopter: perhaps that is why her children never spoke to her? They fear the love they had for her and feared the love they would develop - and fear was a method of love, but an inconvenience: Belithia wanted to maximize love. It didn't matter if love was portrayed through a negative emotion, as long as that emotion was vibrant rather than stagnant. It didn't matter if it was Ixth's false void, as long as that false void was expressive. The only children of hers that expressed their love in such a loud way were the Kruthiks... perhaps because another shared in their birth?

With that Belithia reached out toward the Golden Queen, the Crimson Princess, Lady Ionous and Katarina and engaged them in the most beautiful, painful, heartwarming, disturbing, gentle, horrendous, soulful act of love making any of them would ever and have ever experienced. The pleasure and pain felt by each of them was without measure - even if they ventured into the maelstrom of emotion and souls within Belithia's heart, they would still remember this night....

Belithia stood over the heaving bodies of the women around her, since they were still unable to stand after Belithia's lustful adventure. Belithia spoke to the girls,

My sweet girls, welcome .... our son.

And with that Belithia used the memory of the sexual adventure to create a remarkably tall young man who, above all other adjectives, is classical in appearance. His skin was pristine white that radiates brilliance, with the slightest blue tracings that are veins. His hair was woven in golden curls. Belithia clothed him in a simple robe, toga, woven from water and sky, tied at the waist with a hemp rope. Then she took a strand of being from the Golden Queen, the Crimson Princess, Lady Ionous and Katarina and created a black iron diadem out of their combined essence, and place it around her newborn son's brow after softly kissing it.

Dear beloved, we are your mothers, and your name is Pasc

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Belithia with others hearts smiled at Xulos - she wondered how Zalsaram would react to the arrival of his past selves killer.

AgentIndy

2012-01-25, 03:48 PM

The Golden Queen layer down on her bed. The role she had played was strenuous, and it was a masterful performance, no mortal actress could have emulated the act, she felt no carnal emotions, and what she will remember for the rest of her eternity is that bearing a child with a god will put her name into the great myths, moreso than already, thus increasing her own power.

The Crimson Princess was of a similar mind, she was knocked unconscious though. The Golden Queen said,"I doust you did this just for our benefit."

Draken

2012-01-25, 11:36 PM

Lady Ionous collected herself post act, strain and tiredness were not things that The World saw fit to add to its agents, so all she had to do was regain her composure. It was unexpected, and in an elemental court such an advance would be seen as most inadequate, indeed, but these beings did not quite put much more thought on it than your average mortal puts on a handshake.

Katarina... On the other hand, is a mere mortal, emphasis on mere. Human and terribly afraid of the other entities in the chamber - all her life she had heard the scariest fairy tales and the gospel speaking of Belithia managed to be more terrifying than that of Zalsaram, at least now that she lived on The Dark World anyway.

So Katarina sobbed silently on a corner, hugging her legs and wrapping herself in her tails.

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Zalsaram... seethes. A bit more than is usual, at the very least. His emerald glare grows truly odious at the arrival of Xulos.

The Dark World is silent, her has nothing to say to Xulos, really.

mystic1110

2012-01-26, 12:45 AM

Sorry Cousins, Princess - My offer has expired, I have urges and needs, I have no patience - No harm will come to you unless it is the action desired of me, but I pray not

And with that Alpha vanishes as if he was never there, which of course he wasn't/was since it was just an alternate closed time loop of himself. Belithia's power surging within him made him bend the laws of causality and perception with ease.... still it was disappointing that his first foray into the world of subtle destruction wasn't successful... who to try with next?

He sniffed the air and felt the presence of a pair of powerful beings, and he descended upon them in his two forms. Yet Jay and The Lowliest Peasant, who both, sought power, only saw him in his form of pure masculinity. For now he appeared as the most imposing dominant human imaginable. Although the shadows of his form as innumerable Kruthiks was always present as a shadow within one's eye.

Greetings travelers, My name is One, let me cut to my deal - I am animal, I have no conception of Patience. My deal is action for action. I will provide any action of myself you desire - destruction, annihilation, creation, anything - in exchange for an action on your part to be determined in the future. Anyone of us may refuse to carry out any action demanded by the other. You demand, I may refuse. I demand you may refuse. We take turns in demanding - it is up to you who goes first. The catch is simple - if we both refuse each others demands in a row - we both cease to exist and if you refuse a demand twice in a row then the same penalty applies except singularly to the person who broke the rule. This is not a contract - this is a game... It is up to you to join or not. Refusal simply means the game extends to the next mortal

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Belithia smiles and pats Katarina on the head

Yes my dear, Love is glorious!

With that she turns to the Golden Queen and the Crimson Princess and gently corrects them

Benefit? My Dear! Is not love its own benefit, just the pleasure of our companies - the ballet of our beings - isn't that worth the effort in itself?

Although... I knew the existence of our son before your birth, his being was already determined - you might say that you were the tools of causality and fate? But your choice could never be determined without you choosing, it didn't matter that it was decided, it was still chosen - but what was the reason of our tryst? Love. Love is the reason for everything and the existence of everything - even yours. Void of love is still love - acting is still knowledge - but I will not teach you love, for you act so well, and the pleasure of our dance has me wanting more! I know that we will remain close my dear for a long time

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Belithia with others hearts sighed in her bath of acid

Brothers, it has been a long time since we have gathered like this, why is that? The love you share each other should be expressed you know? I feel like I am intruding upon what could become a special moment between the two of you, If you wish me to leave, I will not be a wall against your love.

bryn0528

2012-01-26, 12:56 AM

Atoms compose themselves into molecules, molecules arrange themselves into structures. Harmony reigns in the simple, yet profound, numbers behind this creation. Distances are measured in equal parts and play off of their own structural competencies. It is an action that is intrinsic and ineffable, met with its full potential of possibility without thought of hesitation.
TABPasc stands before the women, bare, but without shame. His mother dresses him in the rituals only a mother could truly abide. "Thank you," he says softly to her, giving her a kiss upon her cheek. "I thank you for this life you have given me. I will cherish it always."
TABHe looks to the world around him, and in his second breath, finds a sort of beauty. He names this beauty, and claims it as his domain. "Harmony, I name you the first law of this beauty. You are the resonating connections between all things, found through the application of perfected proportions and angles. Grace, I name you the second law of this beauty. You are the flawless and natural application of all actions, found through the excellence of purpose and lack of restraint. I so name the First and Second Law of Beauty."
TABPasc again smiles. He does not quite understand the purpose of these things, nor does he fully understand the laws in their creation. He does not make his own Harmony and Grace, or is entirely aware of their existence; these are the things that flow naturally to the God of Beauty and Peace.
TABBut what the god does understand is his mother's heart. All children share a connection with their mothers. In this moment, he sees her swirling darkness and joy. These are things that are also natural to his form, though he does not yet comprehend fully. "Mother, I fear you as much as I love you," he confesses. "And I know this within myself to give you the greatest joy and pain, which you cherish to your dying breath." He touches his chest lightly, just above the heart. "I am afraid for myself, and it is with true pain, for you see I do not revel with misery, that I hide my heart from yours, so that you may not claim it in your own breast." His fingers slip beneath his skin, and pull his glowing heart. He rises into the air, and appears above the mortal planes. "To keep my dying heart from my mother's hands, I give this, a gift, to you dying souls. Only when your final death is reached shall my gift come full circle and return to mother." He crushes his heart to dust, and it falls like stars into the sleeping eyes of all mortals. "With my heart scattered among your people, you shall see and make the beauty in your world."
Pasc's AP = 10. (15) - (2 [Create MR2 Concept; Harmony]) - (2 [Create MR2 Concept; Grace]) - (1 [Bless; Awareness of Beauty]).

AgentIndy

2012-01-26, 06:33 AM

The Golden Queen showed a false smile to Belithia, as she put her exquisite dress back on,"I enjoyed the experience, would you like to do this in another twenty five years?"

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Jay and Lao look upon Alpha. Kay is terrified of his primal mess, but Lao smirked,"I will play your game, but Jay will be a neutral party here, to confirm things are done. I will let you give me the first demand."

mystic1110

2012-01-26, 01:28 PM

Alpha/One impassively replies to Lao

Before the game starts - let me make one thing clear - if you fail to fulfill an action you agreed to accept within the time stated or a reasonable amount of time not stated then you will cease to exist. Termination of existence will be brought from my own power, no law of contracts, thus if you believe you may overpower me - you are free to forfeit the game - although I assure you, you are not. Additionally since I am unable to destroy myself, my existence shall be terminated by suicide by deity. When I erase you, I will attack a god till the god erases me. Finally, your young ward is no part of this game unless an action accepted by one of us involves him. Now then in order to allow you to think more about the rules and strategy of the game, I will start will start with a simple request: I want you to rip off one of your fingers and give it to me

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Belithia smiles at the Fae nobles and replies

Why so long dearests? I have rather enjoyed my stay here in the land of dreams - I see no reason to return to the void.

She turns to Pasc and sees him crush his heart, his gift of love toward her

My beloved son! How beautiful and noble you are! Your gift is perfect!

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Belithia with others hearts looked through the eyes of Belithia at that moment and was distraught at Pasc's destruction and fragmentation of his heart.... yet oddly pleased. Also Belithia words of the perfect gift reminded her of something.... ah!

With that she smiles at Xulos, Vermya, Zalsaram and cries

My dear Zalsaram, I hope you to grow from Hotei's presence and treat it with your love! Not only that I hope you and dearest Xulos reconcile - you are my favorite brothers. And you Vemrya are my only sister... this family meeting was short but I loved every moment of it.

And with that she left her three brothers alone, silent, starring at each other in the void.

Draken

2012-01-26, 02:17 PM

Zalsaram glares the soot-stained snowfall of nuclear winter at Belithia's request. He will reconcile with Xulos once that god is turned inside-out by the end of all he represents.

He does turn a sideways glance at Vemrya, however. Something along the lines of "aren't you a guy?".

THEChanger

2012-01-26, 02:34 PM

The shadows reflected off of Lady Ionous deepened, and slowly went to surround the sobbing mutant. Their cool touch drew small bits of the fear from Katrina, and she felt a chitinous hand touch her shoulder gently. "Come, cousin. Let us leave this place." One of the Narudan has been sent, to rescue this mortal from the company of goddesses and supernatural forces. Nuada watched his aunt's work, furious. If she wished to bring new divinities into the world, all very well and good. But to involve a mortal in such an act was unacceptable, especially a mortal so afraid of the Iron Maiden. Mere mortals should not be so close to divinity-It was not healthy for them. Not safe.

AgentIndy

2012-01-26, 04:21 PM

The Golden Queen's lips curl into a devious smirk,"Then my dear Belithia, I offer you to sleep in my bed chambers, for as long as you want..."

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Lao looks at the One,"Okay, I accept." Lao raises his left hand, and takes the ring finger of that hands, and tears it off. Blood splatters onto the ground, and he laments that fingers sacrifice. He hands it to the One,"Is that satisfactory?"

mystic1110

2012-01-26, 06:07 PM

Belithia smiles

I know your chambers are open for me, but right now may you please send some one to discover what occurred to dear Katarina? I feel my beloved nephew had taken her out of his love for her - he is a sweet heart.... but I did want to say goodbye

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Alpha/One takes the finger and places it on his tounge and bites down. Hard. Chews on it and swallows it.

Delicious, truth be told I feasted on your kinds essence before, always a pleasure. But I digress - your action was satisfactory. Please ask me of anything.

AgentIndy

2012-01-26, 06:19 PM

The Golden Queen waves her hand and a knight goes looking for her.

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Lao smiles at this remark,"Okay then One, I ask you to..." he thinks for a moment, and points at a town while smiling,"I want you go to the nearest inn, and have a drink with a fair maiden. Return with a smile, her name, and a kiss on the cheek. You cannot take these things, they can only be given. And no, you can't use violence."

Q'telun

2012-01-26, 08:36 PM

Vemrya sighs at Zalsaram's question before saying, "Physically and mentally most of the time yes I am. But right now, because of how Vemrya viewed love, I'm female. He saw love as something very feminine and thus when his mind shattered, his ability to love was female. Its complicated."

bryn0528

2012-01-26, 11:21 PM

Pasc returns to his mother, Belithia, in the bedchambers of the Golden Queen. His marbled skin glows dusty in the Fae's gilt decor. "Forgive my dissent, mother mistress, but it is not quite yet perfect." The faintest of lines show the harmonious structure of the god's visage, and it is a good thing his mortal mother is gone. Mutant or no, his sheer presence was formidable, as he embodied the ideas of formidable presence. Circular logic is conducive to the gods, it seems.
TAB"I was born of many women, one of which is mortal." He touches the fibula of his garment. "Therefore, it is within my essence to understand the mortals better than any god so set forth. And I understand their laments. I can hear the brief, pained cries in the night even now. Not yet is it perfected. Beauty, Harmony, Grace. These things exist, but their true meanings are not yet realised in whole. Only then will my vision be complete and the world perfect."

Draken

2012-01-27, 12:00 AM

Katarina is whisked away through the shadows, yelping ever so fruitlessly before vanishing in the darkness.

Lady Ionous pays no heed.

Demidos

2012-01-27, 12:35 AM

Seeing the gathering of gods, Aramar decides to approach and learn more of who these gods are.
Greetings, fellow divinities. I am Aramar, god of the hunt. Whom do I address?

mystic1110

2012-01-27, 03:36 PM

Belithia smiles at Pasc and kisses him on the forehead wishing well in his endeavors to bring harmony within the chaos of emotion - she already knew emotion was a singularity - but her efforts to open her siblings and children and mortals to this truth have been in vain. Through Pasc she hoped that the truth would set them free - free to know the chains of causality and destiny.

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Alpha/One replies flatly.

Unfortunate. This form you see before you - is one bought about through your own lust of power. The task you asked of me is impossible. I have to decline. Now our combined fates rely on you - you may decline and be destroyed and destroy me, or attempt to do everything in your power to fulfill the action you accept - prevent any motion whatsoever within the horizon as soon as I finish speaking.

Sadistic choice: If you prevent motion: Jay will die/get burned due to his contract with fire, a couple pages back. If you decline, Alpha will destroy Lowliest peasant and Jake - before committing "suicide"

AgentIndy

2012-01-27, 05:20 PM

Lao knows that fulfilling this will kill Jay, but clearly he lacked actual emotions. He appeared as his real form, with his rags he wore inscribed with eons of literary work, and eyes made of glass. He extended his arm, and everything stopped. Time passed, as he held everything in stasis. Time passed still.

When the time for Jay to light the candle came, he was unable to. Fire looked over to him and lit him. He didn't die yet, just the guillotine was raised above his head.

Lao thinks in his mind,He didn't specify a time limit. Well, if I stop existing , I'll file a complaint with the management. He released the stasis, and Jay burnt to a crisp. Without giving a second glance to his now well done apprentice, he walked over to One,"I lost. I am using your extremely poor wording, no time limit was set, this I cease to be. But I would like to sa before I cease to exist, how does it feel to run a crooked game? All you have to do is decline what I say to do, and you can make any demand you want and win. I don't like a cheat, and punishing the players of your game when they play it correctly. Looks like it is time here. Well, I guess it's my time," he waits for the cessation of existence to happen.

THEChanger

2012-01-27, 06:19 PM

Katrina was led deep into the shadows, a gentle hand guiding her. They felt safe. Cool. Calming. A chair and table of shifting darkness was conjured by the Narudan, and they both sat. "Little cousin. Nuada has sent me, to be your guide for a short time. Where would you go? Back to Zalsaram? Or would you return to Mirrodin?"

mystic1110

2012-01-27, 06:27 PM

Alpha/One remained passive

You must understand my purpose, I am to return all to Zalsaram or at the least remove all material lost to Zalsaram from Mirroden. You belong to neither. You existence has no importance to me. This game was of no importance - It was simply created out of my desire to test my new found power and intelligence. It seems though that this game was a failure. Wording? I see now the differing objective interpretations of my words. I now force you into a bargain- while your existence had no meaning - I now wish you teach me the ways of cleverness - or course now that I conceptualize your existence as important I will not hesitate to extinguish it as I do now. What is the most interesting, ingenious way to extinguish hope throughout Mirroden?

Draken

2012-01-27, 06:42 PM

Katarina, not Katrina.

For a moment, Katarina's heart fills with hope, hope to return to Mirrodin.

Then she remembers, everything she knew in that world had been consumed by kruthiks, and she now bore the mark of the Dark World, how would the other aeron ever accept her among them? She slumps back on the chair.

"There is nothing for me in Mirrodin. Better... Better return to the gardens of lady Ionous... None of the others know how to tend the coil blooms properly anyway, she would be angry if they short-circuited."

She is rationalizing.

THEChanger

2012-01-27, 07:47 PM

The Narudan considered Katarina's words. "You do not seem so sure. There may be a place for you yet, among the people of the Hidden God. The Shadowstalkers have been charged to protect all those who have become outcast. They would take you in. They are like you. They have lost everything, though to the undead rather than the Kruthiks. They have made a new family for themselves there." The table shifted, and a map of Mirrodin grew out of it. Castle Atratus was highlighted, the place where Bayhelm had once stood. "But returning to Mirrodin will not be easy. I can help you, as can Nuada, but you must find the path yourself."

AgentIndy

2012-01-28, 07:03 PM

Lao looks over him,"I doubt you can match the Fae in the regards of intellect. I do not like the fact you killed my investment."

mystic1110

2012-01-28, 07:11 PM

Alpha/one flatly replied

Intellect was granted to me by your god himself.... but my intellect does not matter. You are in the position of devising me the 'most' clever method of despair for this false world... or face annihilation - I will make sure none of your essence remains intact.

Alpha/One paused...

Investment? I did not destroy him - nor did you - it was his own fate due to the cause of his contract, actually it wasn't his fault either. If you would blame anything blame causality. Anyway investment.... think of this opportunity as a trade of one resource for another. I am your new apprentice - as long as you devise me the most intelligent method to return all my fathers resources back to him and teach me to me as clever as any insignificant fae - then treat me for all intent and purposes as your apprentice.

Draken

2012-01-28, 07:30 PM

Katarina is uneasy, she misses Mirrodin, for sure, but everything she knows, everyone she knows, is on Zalsaram, how could she abandon everything for a start from zero?

With a single memory of her family's old village, the blue sky, the green grass, the brown ground.

"Where... where do we start?"

AgentIndy

2012-01-28, 09:29 PM

"I don't understand what your goals are, if Mirrordin, and all if the mortals who reside on it are from other gods, how is spreading despair helping him, none of these resources here are originally his."

Q'telun

2012-01-28, 11:29 PM

Vemrya looked down at the three mortal realms, and gazed sadly at the remains of Jay. 'Such a waste of such a wonderful thing. Such a shame that his life was cut short. If only there was something I could do.' she thought to herself. 'Are you an idiot?' Logic interjected coldly. 'You're a god, of course there is something you can do. If we can create a whole continent, race, and method of warfare, true resurrection is a simple matter. We could even give the boy a weapon or a means of defense against further exposure to the true form of fae.' 'Oh yeah...', thought Love 'Get to it then, even green and red support this.', Vemrya said in his own crowded head. 'Can't you do it? I mean-'
'Your idea, you do it. Besides, my sense of honor wouldn't allow it.'
With a final color shift of her eyes, Vemrya sighed and drew a sigil lazily in the air with her index finger, then blew a kiss through it.

7 AP: 3+4
Bless: Jay is returned to life
Bless: Jay can now withstand the raw power of a fae's true power
Create Concept: Steam car 2 AP
Gain Domain: Technology (Steam)
3 AP Steam power
2 AP Mass production (Uses steam power)
2 AP Steam cars
7-1-1-2-3= 0 AP

mystic1110

2012-01-29, 01:17 PM

Alpha/One smiled for the first time

You vastly overrated your intelligence - you are either suicidal which is illogical or you are simply delaying and bating me. It is not for me to question my father's logic or his will. My purpose is to give back to him all that which was to be his - remember this is not a game. Now one last time: come up with a clever way to extinguish this world and teach me. Or perish. If your next sentence is not in the affirmative then the latter will come to pass

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In the void Ethreis planned and plotted – the Ultimate treachery. Servility allowed him to pass under the view of the other gods. It was so easy – while they fought in the open he remained in the shadows. Even Ixth, his father, played his game to far in the light. Treachery was the betrayal of trust – the trust that he wouldn’t and couldn’t do anything. But he could.
The Last Whisper, worked silently throughout the land. In the courts of the Fae, in the palaces of the elementals, in the castles of Illian, in the halls of the humans, the tribes of the giants, and the shadows of the fallen Minotaur’s – no one suspected that the whisper was there – but then again that’s how it was supposed to be. Treachery whispered in the recesses of the mind of the mortals. The harlequin mask smiled and frowned.

But what was this ultimate treachery? Surely it can’t be told. Surely it is the betrayal of expectations beyond the comprehension of others – it was the duplicity of deception itself. The harlequin mask smiled and frowned and began to shape the deception of duplicity into a cog. It would be a grand machine that would betray the gods themselves – and it was only possible to build it here in the far reach of the void, ignored by the other gods. Ethreis hovered in the void, a smile touching his lips now that no-one was around. The harlequin mask covered his face anyways, just in case someone actually watching….

Hello dear son, the greatest gift given to me.

Ethreis was startled underneath his Harlequin mask. Belithia! What was she doing here? Did she suspect? How’d she even find him? He quickly fell into his act – creating a table and a gourmet feast from thin air.

Dear, Mother and Mistress – it was been far too long! May I please you with these fine delacies?
Ah, always the pleaser!

Belithia with others hearts smiled, and grabbed a knife and fork. And began to eat the feast Ethreis prepared for her. Ethreis knew he could not best his ‘mother’ with power, but little did she know that the feast was blessed with his essence, poisoned, and would lay her down into a deep slumber. It was a mockery. Ethreis often reflected how much he liked the word 'Mockery', it felt so good on the tongue, so right.. And as Belithia ate the poisoned food he opened the mask like a mouth and slipped an abnormally long tongue out to lick the lips. Belithia gave a little sign and collapsed unto the table, spilling fine brandy everywhere. Still clutching the knife and fork.

Dear, Mother and Mistress, you are so beautiful helpless!

Ethreis caressed his immobile mother’s skin with his elongated fingers – to betray is to take everything. And he would he removed his mask with one hand and leaned in to bite the nape of Belithia’s neck, when all of a sudden a knife was thrust into his chest. And then a fork into his left eye.

Always the pleaser! Although next time do try and make the poison a little stronger – Zalsaram’s hurts so much more pleasantly than yours – most unfortunate my dear son. I had hoped you would love me more.

Ethreis, felt betrayed?! How?! He removed the fork and his left eye and fled to the cog of deception of duplicity, he needed it to stop Belithia. He forgot that she was mad! How could she betray him? Or was his very being betrayal and thus destined to be betrayed.

Correct

How’d she know his thoughts!? Belithia took the floating fork and ate Ethreis left eye that was still attached to it.

You betray your thoughts you know with your actions – that is who you are, everything is betrayed. Your plans, your thoughts, and…. Your life!
NOO!!

Belithia picked up the harlequin mask and smiled

Yes, my dear – you were Ixth’s present to me, you belong to me like any son belongs to his mother – and as any mother, I want to embrace you in totality with my love
This isn’t the end, you will fall!
I know. I know I will fall, everything will fall….not into oblivion however, but into singularity. It is all predetermined - and your cog will be the cornerstone of it all.

With that Belithia used the power of Ein’s heart and forced Ethreis to bow. His servile beings didn’t resist the command of authority. He had no choice. And while he bowed Belithia with others hearts fulfilled her secret name, she walked towards him and removed the knife in his chest, and then carved a hole in his back and while he yet lived she removed his heart with the utensils he created and feasted on his heart. The heart of treachery – the heart of lies. As the man that was once a god faded into memory in a memoryless system – and became simply a figment of imagination – Ethreis last thought was “excellent! Let the ruse begin.” Belithia with others hearts ate that thought too.

Belithia with others hearts became Belithia with many other’s hearts – and no one could tell her apart from herself. She wiped her mouth with one of Ethreis handkerchiefs and took the cog of deception of duplicity and the Heart of Ethreis as the feast faded into non-existence. She vanished further into the void…

I WORKED THIS OUT WITH BLADESCAPE: UNLIKE WITH EIN. IF BLADESCAPE WANTS TO RETURN TO THE GAME WE ALSO CAME UP BACK DOOR.

Pantheon AP: 2 --> 0 (yes im using it again, sorry indy, you can use it next time twice in a row) : create artifact: cog of deception of duplicity. The cog was meant to power a machine that would reduce the universe into oblivion - the purpose and power it has without the machine that Ethreis would have built is unclear, but the cog itself can control trust as of now, but regardless its purpose would always be to provide the method to destruction and entropy.

AP 1 + Rollover 4 + Rollover 4:

Create artifact (2) Heart of Ethries: the heart of Ethries is treachery - the voice tat whispers betrayal into the minds of others. The holder can read the thoughts of others and commit inception :smallwink: giving others ideas that they will automatically think was their own idea
Gain Domain (3) Mortality(essence)
*souls (5)
*heart of Ein (2)

AP left 4
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AgentIndy

2012-01-29, 03:09 PM

Jay was miraculously brought back to life. He got up slowly,unsteady still. He saw Lao talking to Alpha. Lao said,"I will not assist you in your task. The world is fine the way it is." Jay was frightened for his mentor, even though he had gotten him killed.

bryn0528

2012-01-30, 02:08 PM

Pasc bowed courteously to his mothers that remained, "There is a calling sound in the air, that I must attend to now. The worlds below ache. Please excuse me." Without further formalities, Pasc evaporated into the ether, reappearing high above the mortal planes.

The First Art
"There is so much chaos in this world," he said to the nothingness that surrounded him. "The mortal lives strive and strive, and yet they do not know beauty. They are doomed to perish miserable and alone without the proper guidance." He moved his hand through the space, and clenched his fingers around the hilt of a broad, short sword.
TAB"There is so much conflict in all this chaos. Battles that churn between the forces of claimed sides. They do not have purpose. Mortals waste their lives for the wills of what? Gods. That is not beauty." He slashes downwards, from his left shoulder to his right hip. A gash appears, filled with numerous oozing stars.
TAB"Oh, noble Dream, I call upon your persuasive tongue. Speak the porcelain words into the sleeping mortal ears. Fall from the sky like glowing coals into closed eyes. Bring to them my words, my vision. Let them hear and let them see the beauty of the blade."

A congregation of goblins, if one stretched their imaginations to impose such order on the murderous fiends, gathered in the stark, ruddy mountains. The sun was just setting beyond the peaks, and the sky burned like boiling blood. Wooden pikes had been ground to sharp points and turned hard by hot fires. They erected a ring in the rocky outcrops, lit the mountain side with torchfires. Scaffolds were filled all around with the cheering, sneering buggers. Two warriors entered the ring, each armed tooth and nail.
TABFar away, an Ilian armament engaged in a small skirmish. Such outbreaks were common among those that lived to the sword. Methodically, the Ilians approached and dispatched their enemies with precision. Until something odd happened, and their enemies dispersed into chaos. The ordered lines of soldiers began to fall to their enemies blades, and all would die, if it had not been for the captain's next actions. He stepped forward and met his foes in single combat. Beautiful! it was. Just he and his foe, dancing blade to blade, blood in blood.
TABAnd so in such, two very different cultures bore the same idea. "Aristeia," Pasc called it. "Battle within battle, honoring the bravest of fighters with single combat, away from the chaos, until victory met." He smiled, and so the First Art gave its first being. "The First Art, the Art of Mortality."
Pasc's AP = 12. (10) + (3 [Refresh]) - (1 [Create MR1 Concept; Aristeia]).

THEChanger

2012-01-30, 06:56 PM

"There exists two tablets. One on Mirrodin, the other on Zalsaram. They were created by my father, Nuada, but in their creation they were seperated. My father wishes them to be reunited, for together, they can weave the dual worlds together. An agent of my father's is already searching for the first. You must find the second. To the north of your city, deep in the wastelands, it has come to rest." The Narudan created a shadow-portrait of the Tablet of Truth which had come to rest upon Zalsaram's body. "Lord Nuada is strong, but he can no longer directly interfere on the mortal plane. He needs your help to reunite his father's split form. Will you do this, Katarina?"

Demidos

2012-01-30, 11:11 PM

Sartangas took a moment and bowed his head. Despite never having even met him, the death of the god of duplicity screamed its way through the world and reverberated in the cracks of the universe. Shaken, he waves his hand, seeing to it that the souls of his people do not go to the all-devouring maw of Belitha. As he does so, a great shield appears in his hand, made of 7 times hide layered with heartwood of the greatest tree, and a helmet appears on his head of the finest bronze. Around his stomach is a band of bronze. Belitha will not catch me unprepared he mutters to himself. As he says this, he grows larger, and then larger again, his muscles rippling. Nor shall harm come to my people he adds, his voice becoming like the rumble of thunder far in the sky

AP:12-3-1-3-3=2
-3 (Relics) Create Armaments of Sartangas: These powerful relics protect the mind of the wearer from outside influence, and grant near-invulnerability from attacks. These defenses are powered by the spirit of the wild hunt.
-1 (Bless) Create the Wild hunt: The souls of the fallen Killoren accompany their god across the skies, filling the night with howls and warcries as they pass, in man-shape, wolf-shape, or a mix of both.
-3 (domain): Life/Nature

-3 Create MR3 race: Fey (Specifically, Killoren, for those of you with ROTW) -5 Grant Lycanthropic Druidism (all Fay are natural lycantharopes, but the more powerful can take more varied forms and even cast powerful magics stemming from the land)

-3 (domain): Protection

-2 Create the Wolfbred Council (a council of the clans that governs affairs that affect all the tribes)
-1 Raise Hero Marrik Bonecrusher: The most powerful of the Fay warriors, Marrik is the awknowledged head of the Shifters should one be required.
-3 (Relics) Create Armaments of Sartangas: These powerful relics protect the mind of the wearer from outside influence, and grant near-invulnerability from attacks. These defenses are powered by the spirit of the wild hunt.
-1 (Bless) Create the Wild hunt: The souls of the fallen Killoren accompany their god across the skies, filling the night with howls and warcries as they pass, in man-shape, wolf-shape, or a mix of both.

AgentIndy

2012-02-01, 06:14 PM

Lao stood there, deciding to face his death with diginity. He set his blade on the ground,and signed his will, before sending it to his throne room. He closed his eyes, and smiled.

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Ixth felt himself become a higher being, it was simple really. Why couldn't everyone see it? It was so obvious, so freaking obvious. It...it...was logical.

AP:4
Gain Domain:Life(Faeries) -3
4 from Faeries
3 from infusing the Fae
Create Concept MR1:Scientific Method-1
This is given to all life, which will foster scientific growth.

Intermediate God.

Draken

2012-02-01, 07:02 PM

Katarina gained her resolve.

"I understand. I will find the tablet, I will help Nuada."

Katarina certainly was being assertive, more than usual!

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Zalsaram

The burning glare of the Dark World fell upon the thing that intruded, minerals woven of divine design, Nuada's design. So tiny, it boggled the leviathan's monumental mind what such a minuscule thing could do.

Zalsaram focused and saw runes upon the stone, a meager mortal tongue.

Bah, wasted time, Zalsaram turned his glare away, leaving the tablet alone amid molten slag. He turned his many eyes inward, to His workings, to internalize the thousand methods of existance into his very self. In that, Zalsaram grew horribly greater.

4 Ap in.

3 AP: Gain domain: Metal (Maltech)
- 4: Maltech
- 3: Infusion of litosphere

Intermediate god.

mystic1110

2012-02-01, 11:40 PM

Alpha/One frowns...

I see your cleverness has reached its limits - very well - but I have an idea....

With that Alpha/One created a Causality loop a second Alpha/One appeared behind the Lowliest Peasant. The second Alpha/One calmly walked over to the first Alpha/One and formed his hand into a claw and reached into Alpha/One's essence and ripped out the core of Fae taint that Alpha/One absorbed through eating Fae energy off the chains of destiny and souls. The other Alpha/One took the lowliest peasants jaw and broke it, and the first Alpha/One poured the Fae taint into the Fae King. The energy proved too much, cracks appeared all over the Lowliest peasants features till they broke off one by one revealing a very Feminine man - A man that would appear to be the exact opposite of what Alpha/One represented. The Death of the Lowliest Peasant led to the embodiment of Alpha/One's Fae Taint. It would Call itself Omega/Infinity.

Unlike Alpha/One, Omega/Infinity was basically Fae, but not quite - It would still follow it's fathers duty but a more extreme version. Omega/Infinity would plan to remove Mirroden from existence. All that should remain should be Zalsaram. With that the first thing it did was attack Alpha/One. Even Kruthriks should not survive.

Unfortunately for it, Alpha/One was basically a demi-god. After a duel that destroyed much of the Illian landscape, Omega/Infinity fled - to where he would feel at home - the realm of dreams. He began to abuse his power till he could climb to the top of the Fae society and replace the lowliest peasant as a Fae king, and perhaps then he could use them to destroy Mirroden

After the duel Alpha/One shrugged.... and walked on. He needed to find a human more intelligent that himself and the Fae king to come up with the most ingenious method to bring despair to all of Mirroden... that or let Infinity destroy it all.... but destruction would not give his father any more resources - it was inefficient.

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Belithia and Belithia with many others hearts across void and realm Felt their power increase. Perhaps soon each of them though it would be best if they returned themselves into one another - Belithia without her original heart was crueler, more insane, more dangerous and more crafty than she was without it - but Best of all, it seemed to Belithia that Belithia with other peoples hearts just loved people more. Just imagine how much love could be brought to the universe if they were to combine once more?

Ap 4
(1) Raise Hero : Omega/Infinity: the coalesced Fae Taint of countless changelings combined with the Lowliest Peasant and traits of Alpha/One. Think Alpha/One but wants to destroy Mirroden, wants to rule/kill the fae, wants to rule/kill undead, wants to rule/kill Kruthriks and especially wants to kill ALPHA/ONE
(3) Gain Domain: Reality (Relativity)
1 Alpha One
1 Omega Infinity
3 Infuse Alpha One
2 Merge the two worlds

Q'telun

2012-02-02, 01:06 PM

Vemrya's eyes flickered to gray, and then he set off after Belithia. When he found her he said, "My sweet sister, how are you? Surely you must be lonely without your children out here, away from your brothers also! Wouldn't you like some, companionship?" As Logic says this, he is sliding closer to Belithia, eyes flitting over her, looking for the other god's hearts.

mystic1110

2012-02-02, 02:02 PM

The three gods hearts beat in Belithia with many other hearts chest. They were within her as much as they were in their previous owners.

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Belithia in the Fae court let a squeal of delight escape her lips when Infinity walked into the room. His features were more feminine than her's - the goddess of womanhood. He was beautiful.

Hello Brood-Mother. Hello Queen. My name is Infinity and I am the new Fae King. Self-Proclaimed, but I'm sure that will be alright with you two
Why my son, born of so many, what a gorgeous creature you are - or course it is fine by me, but it is not my place to bestow titles. But my dearest Golden Queen, give my son this gift.

In the middle of her heart she felt a longing - a longing for interaction with her actual siblings.... it has been long since she seen them, after all it was Belithia with many others hearts who spoke with them last not her. She felt herself talking with dearest Vemrya and vanished from the land of dreams to be with herself....literally. She kissed the two Fae - her lesbian lovers and left them alone with Infinity.

Infinity smiles at his mothers departure, excellent - he was now the most powerful being in the room - the thought made him feel safer.

Golden Queen, huh?

He walked to her bed, pushing the Crimson princess aside, smashing her against the wall of the court. He grabbed the Queen throat and lifted her up, with the strength of Alpha yet in such an unlikely body.

All you Fae have such stupid names - but I guess if I am to be one of you I need something like that as well. Name me. And then I shall be your lord - and then we will actually get **** done. Why the **** are we making deals with mortals and existence? I will make sure the Fae will crush all beneath our might
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Belithia appeared behind Vemrya without warning and hugged him

Brother! How long have I seen you? I missed you so much!

Belithia with many others hearts smiled at herself hugging Vemrya and lasciviously said

Dear Brother - welcome to the far reaches of the void - you have two helpless women before you, It is every man's dream is it not?

Btw forgot to mention in the last post: Belithia is now a Intermediate goddess :smalleek:

Q'telun

2012-02-02, 03:47 PM

Logic laughs as he says "It is the dream of many men, but I'm afraid my sister would object to any inappropriate actions. The sister in my head that is. But she is not here right now, so..." He let the sentence trail off, hinting at things to come, while sliding his hand towards Belithia's chest.

mystic1110

2012-02-02, 04:05 PM

Perhaps it was because Vemrya was broken himself that he was not concerned or surprised to find himself in the company of two different Belithia's.

While Vemrya tried to reach Belithia with many others hearts breast, Belithia with her original heart who was already hugging him restrained him. Being a sadomasochistic had it's benefits - she knew how to grasp and never let go. Vemrya was completely captivated by contorted limbs in positions he could not even fathom even with the help of divinity.

Belithia whispered into his ear

I'm jealous! You were never this eager when I was the only one around.

Belithia with many others hearts laughed at Vemrya in the embrace of herself/other self.

Dear Brother, she is right! You're extremely eager - too eager. Unlike you. Perhaps you too felt the death of Ethreis? And you've come for what? Vengeance? Theft? The myself in whose embrace you are now in is naive - and pure. Innocent. I am not - thank your favorite brother Ixth. I am you could say his creation. I admit I have other god's hearts in my possession. Gesticulation, you can call it - they asked, begged me for death and I am generous with my gifts - soon it will be the birth of a new god. And the cycle of me - Birth, Strife, Destiny will encircle itself and be complete. What fault do you find? Or perhaps you came here for a different reason? To reunite me with your favorite sister - who you ignored when she only wanted your company? Or are you here to also ask to be reborn?

bryn0528

2012-02-02, 04:14 PM

Pasc scratched behind his left ear. It itched. He ignored the temptation of scratching again. Instead, he looked down at the world. Battles still played out, but not quite in the chaos they had before. There was glory and honor to be had in fighting. It was funny how the chaos of war created beauty. He learned a truth, then. That beauty came from pain, but it wasn't pain. It was something more and transcended.
TABPasc smiled at that. He knew what next to give the world. "Oh Dream, sacred in your lofty sky," he spoke to the gash which still oozed before him. It writhed and screamed, but Pasc's heart belonged with the mortal realms, and he found himself pitiless for this abstraction. "Come down again to feed the mortal's minds. Teach them the rites to maintain for those fallen in war, and those who are simply fallen. Teach them the songs to sing and the plants to eat. Go and do this, Dream."
Pasc's AP = 8.(12) - (2 [Create MR 2 Concept; Funerary Rites]) - (1 [Bless; Beauty Achieved, Eulogy songs]) - (1 [Bless; Medicine Bonus]).

AgentIndy

2012-02-02, 04:35 PM

Lao lingered for a moment upon reality, but only as a shadow. He smiled at the Alpha,"You ****** up," he faded from reality after that.

Jay saw the Alpha, and his Doppelgänger leave. He scrambled over to where Lao was previously. He dug down, to see if it was just a ruse, maybe he sank into the Earth. He search for three days, and gave up. He took Lao's sword, and tried to restart his quest.Vengeance was on his mind, but he was too depressed to really do anything. A crack formed on his arm, which would have bothered him, but he just didn't care. He was assaulted by a bear, and he only survived because he had a strong survival instinct, which killed the bear before he realized what he was doing. He tried to get into fights, to dull his pain with more pain. It didn't work. The crack on his arm had spread to his hands and chest.

Jay took to trying to drink, but he found that a Changeling's body metabolizes alcohol faster than other people. He started to take risks, jumping off of cliffs, and annoying elementals. Nothing brought him solace, not only had he lost his mentor, he had lost his purpose. The crack on his chest spread to his heart, and to his face. He rode into the desert, and decided that if the desert wouldn't kill him, then he would take his own life. He kept Lao's blade with him for that purpose. Each mirage of an oasis made his instincts flare with hope, only to be crushed. On the seventh day of being in the desert, he took out Lao's blade, and held it in front of him, and started to drive it into his heart.

And then his despair was all consuming. No hope, no love, no simple sadness, or even anger remained. Only despair. The first chip came off his arm, and shattered on the sand, a blinding light emanated from the hole. More pieces fell off, until he was entirely enveloped in light. He screamed, and it echoed across the sand. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes. He casually noted that all emotional feeling was gone, that will be different. And he noticed something weird, he had thought that Changelings become Faeries, yet he could feel the Dream calling to him, beckoning him to take his birth right, for this was his Second Birth. He looked at the sky, and took up Lao's sword. He swung the blade, and divided the sky with a stream of light. He floated up to it, and entered the Realm of the Dream.

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The Philosopher of Nothing sat in his study, and looked at his Eternal Ledger. He noticed two major breakages of the Laws of the Fae, the first was worse than murder, the destruction of a True Name. The second offense was almost as bad, a claim for the throne moments after it was emptied, but he couldn't punish the offender for that though. He saw a new True Name added to the Ledger, a Jay, which seemed to rival even his power. This intrigued him, he was going to have to meet this newcomer.

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Jay was dropped into the dilapidated former throne room of the Lowliest Peasant. A scroll of paper was there, and Jay picked it up, and read it aloud,"I, the Lowliest Peasant, grant upon my death, my position as one of the Fae, and give my recommendation for him to become a King of the Fae. He gains ownership of all my lands, and my private villa in the Fae crossing that is both on the Southern Island on Mirrordin, the sea *of Bronze on Zalsarsam, and beside the Statue Mountains in the Realm of the Dream. I also transfer my private guard to him, but he will not have command of them..." the will goes on giving paltry gifts to many Fae, and mortals. He rolled up the scroll, and arrayed to think of a way to avenge the Lowliest Peasant.

TechnOkami

2012-02-03, 12:58 AM

Crash Creation

...suddenly, an explosion.

But this? Nay, this was no mere explosion. This was a great pyroclastic burst of divine energy, radiating from the most unexpected of places: the sun. This energy coalesced and churned on the surface of the great ball of fire, and though the drain of energy on the sun's reservoirs was nary a prinpick, a mosquito's bite of the vein, it caused a sunspot on the surface of the sun, to such a magnitude that it could easily be mistaken for a solar eclipse. Then, a great pillar of raw sunlight, captured in its essence to form a vessel with a singular target: the World.

A second explosion.

The sun's might had darkened for that singular moment, and in as equally sudden a flash, returned to full strength. But now, the golden pillair of fire erupted from the sun's surface, and blasted through the immaterial nonexistence, careening towards the World itself. This cylinder of power moved ever faster, ever closer, impact to the world below growing ever more imminent. At first sight, one would think this an apocalyptic sign for the planet, and that the world below was on the verge of destruction, yet this was not so. Standing on the pillar, careening headfirst to the land below was a single figure. He stood, garbed in armor of volcanic design, and glowing with the radiance of the sun itself. There he stood, looking up at his destination, arms crossed. His cape, a fusion of lightning and solar flares, billowed furiously in wind which was not there. Feeling like it was time, the being pulled forth a shield and sword, bracing the vast amounts of energy for collision.

A third explosion.

High above the night sky, the great tower of light was visible for all to see. It shook the air, which in turn resonated to the ground. Shield at the ready, the figure protected the pillar from collapse, ensuring that it remained intact. A great blast of heat roiled through the skies, as dark clouds lit by its might roiled as it pierced through the atmosphere. Only after the head of the column moved beyond the sky did the being throw his shield, embedding it next to his foot. With sword in hand, a blade with radiance and prowess equal to the might of the sun, he waited until the perfect moment to strike. The great pillar was seconds away from careening into the planet, finding itself in a vast, open desert.

A Fourth, and Final Explosion.

The deity which stood but feet from the world, thrust his blade into the ground, ripping a fissure in the earth for the pillar to follow, sinking deep into the very lifeblood of the planet. The cataclysm ripped sand from rock, bits and pieces of glass and molten minerals instantly forged from the point of impact. In reaction to the overwhelming amounts of energy suddenly plunging into the ground, the earth below erupted in fire and light. A mountain of volcanic nature was forged from the desert, and as lava glowing of radiant gold trickled from the newly forged land, the light pieced through the night sky, billowing forth from the depths of its embedded source. Riding this beam into the sky, the blazing warrior flew into the great skies above, transcending planes until he found himself in the company of his kin.

"Well, that was exciting."

AP = 15
15-2-1-2-1=6
2 AP: Alter Land, Solar Volcano -it functions as a normal active volcano does, however, in addition, it also constantly emits a beam of light, which keeps two miles around the volcano constantly lit by sunlight emanated from the beam. This light dissipates and fades into nothing over the next 100 miles.
2 AP: Create Artifact, Sun Pillar -this, to be frank, is the power source of the volcano. It is lodged deep in its caldera, perpetually giving off light through the volcano and keeping the volcano in an active state.
1 AP: Bless Volcano
1 AP: Bless Sun Pillar

mystic1110

2012-02-05, 02:22 PM

Belithia with many others hearts laughs at Vemrya in the embrace of other self – Belithia.

Dear Brother, you wound me with your silence, but remember I still love everything. My capacity to care for others isn’t something trivial or something to be taken for granted. Rather, it is something you should cherish. Compassion is a marvel of the marvel of the universe, a precious inner resource, and the foundation of existence’s well-being and the harmony of causality. If you seek happiness for yourself, you should give into my compassion: and if you seek happiness for others, you should also give into my compassion.

Belithia with many others hearts began to fade from Vemrya’s view, leaving him with Belithia who finished her other self’s speech:

And Generosity is the most natural outward expression of compassion and loving-kindness. And I am very generous. When one desires to alleviate the suffering of others and to promote their well-being, then generosity - in action, word, and thought - is this desire put into practice and I am that very desire…

Belithia still entangled with Vemrya began to suck on his neck, and as Belithia with many others hearts completely disappeared, Belithia began to reach down her brother’s body…

Beilithia with many others hearts appears with Xulos in his gathering of gods, she gives the new god a cursory glance and blows a kiss in his direction – a fiery body, what a fine man! Who birthed him? She will need to welcome him later. She moved passed Zalsaram and whispered to him in passing

Come

She grabbed Xulos’ tattered robes and vanished into another part of the void. Xulos let out a bellow of foul miasma, troubled and angry by his sister’s actions:

Sister - why have you dragged me here!
Why? Because Love incarnate you have done nothing! My other self may have seen you as loving us in your own relativistic way, but I know you have merely ignored us. You are the ideal bringer of love, and yet you don’t love.
Sister – you ever wondered why the others called you a fool?
Answer my Question!
No Answer mine! You are insane – more so than any others – the crown of thrones has fallen apart due to your existence.

Belithia with many others hearts laughed at Xulos and softly said

Fallen apart? It was never really pieced together in the first place – and you know why? Because you never showed us your love! My other self may have interpreted that as emotional torture and affection – but I know better. I know the disease that has affected you and that is not of your own making – indifference. Hate and pain are just relativistic notions of what love is – indifference is the absence of relativity. Love incarnate let me show you what love is.

Before Xulos could answer Belithia with many others hearts grabbed him and tore away his infested robes, he was bones and rotted flesh underneath. Yet, Belithia with many others hearts dug her fingers into his abhorrent flesh and began to kissed his repugnant mouth. He tried to claw at her, but Belithia with many others hearts simply took pleasure in that and took in Xulos in his entirety. Finally Xulos was able to push her of and flee into the void leaving Belithia with many others hearts alone, bleading….

Belithia with many others hearts smiled, her blood flowing and mixing with Xulos miasma and finally forming Savorla the Kingbreaker – for she was formed from the violation of a king of the gods. She was the formation of the broken crown of thrones – she was Mistress of Temptation, Queen of Desire, Bringer of War, Lover of the Doomed, Lady of Many Faces, Unconstant One, Mistress of the Scorned, Bane of the Abuser, Ghost Lover…she was made in her mother’s twisted image. Belithia with many others hearts kissed her new formed daughter on the lips and said

Break many kings dear one – bring you love and compassion to existence.

And then vanished and follows Xulos. Xulos fled through the void and Belithia with many others hearts chased after him. Finally Xulos had enough and stood his ground and fought her. He let out a powerful blast of necromantic energy but the power of the hearts within Belithia with many others hearts let her simply appear behind him unscathed. She pierced his chest with her nails and tore out his heart. And then Xulos laughed! He fled once more. Belithia with many others hearts looked at the heart and simply saw it as a dull stone – Xulos was heartless – not only that but the heart itself was negativity itself. It exploded in a mass of gravitational density. And the first black hole was created and sucked Belithia with many others hearts in.

Xulos laughed at his sister’s apparent demise… foolish girl thinking his essence was in his heart… when Zalsaram appeared in front of him in. Zalsaram mocked his brother. He laughed at his wounded brother, if you could call it a laugh. He tells Xulos that he will enjoy this gift of Belithia to him, this vengeance that wasn’t his but accomplished his goal so efficiently.

Fool: Belithia is dead…

Zalsaram laughed, if you could call it that. He told his brother, that Belithia was very much alive and that she will destroy him – but he would play a part. Zalsaram let out a huge cloud of unfathomable chemistry which cured Xulos of his diseases and thus stripped him of much of his power. As Xulos staggered backwards, Zalsaram smiled, if you could call it that, and told him only one thing… to run. And with that Xulos, gritting his teeth, fled to the Deadlands. And Zalsaram watched – enjoying the downfall of the one who took everything from him.

Back in the DeadLands, Mephistar was once a lowly Ghoul created from a soul stolen from Belithia. As a Ghoul though, his hunger knew no bounds, and in nameless obscurity he consumed countless undead souls that dwelt in the Deadlands. His ferocity went unmatched by any ghoul before or since, and he quickly became feared as the Harvester of Souls. He hungered ever more for power, and in his quest he ascended from the petty flesh eating ways of the ghouls, and came to devours souls themselves. But this was not enough. He started to torture them, to burn them alive – influence of Belithia’s will of causality. There was no escape from destiny, fate finds a way to reduce everything to singularity. He began to covet souls, to view them as a source of great power and pride. Mephistar had grown from a nameless hunger into a seductive deceiver of the innocent. Mephistar was the Lord of Hellfire, King of Damnation, the Great Harvester and the regent ruler of the Deadlands whenever Xulos was absent. Even when he was present, Mephistar ruled the realm in effect, since Xulos was the emblem of sloth – merely sitting in his throne room. And that is why Mephistar always waited for his chance to destroy the god, and absorb his power.

Xulos appeared in his throne room and fell upon his throne; weak from Belithia’s and Zalsaram’s assaults… he needed to recover. He barked an order to his second in command, Mephistar, to forbid any to enter. Mephistar did as his master commanded, but locked himself in the throne room as well. He walked up to his lord with a worried and servile expression – yet when he reached Xulos he unleashed a torrent of Hellfire upon him hoping to destroy the weakened god. Unfortunately even a weakened god was still a god. Xulos emerged charred and broken from the fire but grabbed Mephistar by the neck and lifted him up – and when he was on the verge of destroying the harvester of souls - Belithia with many others hearts appeared behind him once again.

Xulos dropped Mephistar and turned to face his sister.

How?
Relativity my beloved – exsistence is made of space-time-emotion, it is arelative and subjective. Why you created something from which nothing in space-time-emotion can escape, others saw it as an outpouring of space-time-emotion itself, from which nothing can enter. I simply walked out. Out of your space-time-emotion collapse, out of your love so to speak

Xulos frightened by his sisters power, flees once more, yet as he does so Mephistar in the spur of the moment grabs Xulos and weighs him down. Mephistar did not know who this grey skinned goddess was, but she offered him a chance, he would deal with her later… yet Belithia with many others hearts perforated Mephistar’s skull and grabbed Xulos’ eye sockets.

Goodbye my love, this is the greatest gift I can give, oblivion and a return to the construction of a singularity where space-time-emotion is one and only. Goodbye love incarnate.

And with that she tore off Xulos skull, and dragged it through Mephistar’s head – yet when she did so, the divine spark of Xulos passed through one and into the other. Mephistar inherited his master’s spark. And the wound in his head closed up in a grotesque scar – which healed, but may still be visible to those who knew his betrayal of his master. Belithia with many others hearts smiled at the new god lying broken on the floor. He fell unconscious as a mortal and will awaken as a god, till the next time they meet Belithia with many others hearts kissed xulos skull then kissed Mephistar’s skull, and then said goodbye to the Deadlands

And she appeared before Zalsaram with Xulos’ skull.

A gift, to my loving brother!

And with that she took the skull and formed Tiresias in the form of a blue hooded figure, his features not visible under the hood. However Tiresias was formed from the necromantic infection of causality, he was from time itself he took all forms, and none, and has done for the entirety of creation since his birth. He was not made here – well he was – kind of - Belithia with many others hearts gave birth to him here and yet she also pulled his last form from the far reaches of causality when all was reduced to singularity here as well. He was the the Temporal Council.

As she caressed the newly formed/oldest version of Tiresias, she smiled at Zalsaram

See how your brother grows and is reborn like you have?

Steilos

2012-02-05, 04:25 PM

At first, there was nothing. No euphoria or sharp intake of air, not even a opening of eyes or a surge of life. One second Tiresias wasn't and the next second he always was, thousands upon thousands of infinities of incarnations blinking into existence at once as the Temporal Council came into being, thousands of Tiresiases congregating in the cavernous chamber - where? Within Tiresias of course. Mother Belithia's obsession with the heart had led Tiresias' heart to be a dimension within himself, and all of his incarnations to have Temporal Councils within himself, and all of the residients of those Temporal Councils to have Temporal Councils within himself, and for all of those temporal councils there was a temporal council for each and every senator, who still being Tiresias contained their own little recursive councils. But perhaps 'little' is the wrong word. All of the councils were of equal size and importance, in the Temporal Council.

And so it was that Tiresias regarded the being in front of him. memories from what would have been before Tiresias' birth before he became spread through time, Tiresias merely haveing to access the memories of those who would have came before him if he was going to be would possibly have existed all the time leading up to before and starting at after his birth. He thus knew all about the entity in front of him, the way Tiresias was being offered up on a silver platter to this horridly disorganised aberration, who had fallen through his own inattention to detail causing a murmur of contempt to run through the councilors as he brought his hooded, shrouded head up to Zalzaram. "I am Tiresias. I am what was born when Xulos was destroyed, purged of corruption and damage. I have by his estimates fallen, as he was nothing but corruption and damage, and thus without those elements he is nothing, while I exist. There shall be no more of Xulos, all his plans and schemes have come to naught, and he is dead. But his legacy remains. Corruption, disease and the undead all exist, and all pass on to me."

He lifts his arms up in an expansive gesture, still no emotion visible under that hood. "Here is your vengeance, your 'gift'. It has changed remarkably little, and brought you no closer to your original form. But unlike my... predecessor, I believe we can work something out." He brings his arms back down whilst completely ignoring Belithia.

Darklady2831

2012-02-05, 06:16 PM

In what felt to Mephistar like eons, but may have only been moments to others, he went through change. The Lord of Hellfire grew, enormous black feathered wings sprouting from his back, and long horns bursting from his forehead. He lets loose a feral scream as pain engulfs him, and he rises back to consciousness.

Getting up on one knee, he looks around. Xulos' throne room, unmistakably, that was where he was. Looking around, he noticed the tattered banners and flaming carpet. Torches had fallen over, spilling burning ember across the floor. Shifting his head upward, he looked to the ceiling. The stonework had dozens of small holes, and bricks fell down even now. A wooden beam had broken, causing part of the roof to collapse. Mephistar blinked dust from his eyes, and looked at himself. He was alive, ALIVE. How he had escaped oblivion, he did not know, but he felt better than ever.

He got to his feet, and was shocked when the palace shook on its foundations. Looking about, he saw what he thought were ashes. The nearly obliterated godly corpse of Xulos. He marveled at it, who had killed his master? "Belithia." his mind answered. Surprised, he asked another question. Where did Xulos' power go? He thought, and was nearly instantaneously answered by the glow of divine energy erupting into his eyes and mouth. Beams of light shone from every opening, until he suppressed them. Bewildered, he tested this theory, willing the palace around him to crumble.
And, it, did.

Brushing rubble from his godly form, Mephistar gazed to the skies of the deadlands. He watched the stream of souls dwindle and fade. Without Xulos's power, souls would no longer come here to be transformed. "This will not do." he said, and with a wave of his hand, he was gone, vanishing into the space between planes.

Mephistar appeared in a puff of smoke, cracking his neck and smiling to the gods about him. He saw Belithia, Zalsaram, and Tiresiase. Looking over them, he glanced to where souls were, and he saw opportunity.

Slinking away from the assembled gods, he whispered things to the mortals, things that gave them the will to turn from the doctrines and dogma of their gods. Secretly, Mephistar planted the seeds of sin, and without punishment, sin was a much better option than the alternative.

Flying back to the gathered gods, Mephistar spoke, in his calm, but stern, voice. "Ah, the exalted ones, the great creators of the heavens and the earth. Praise unto you, Zalsaram, Belithia, Ixth, Vemrya. " as he spoke, the seeds of corruption he had planted within the mortals grew, in the blink of an eye to the gods, but centuries to mortals, the vast majority of souls became tainted with sin, going against the will of their divine leaders. "I hate to bother you, but, it seems that the mortals have, well, turned from you..."

15 AP (Starting) - 1 AP = 14 AP
Curse: All mortals with free will have sinned, some more than others, but all have done so. All mortals have broken the doctrines and strictures of their gods. Mephistar did this in SECRECY and hid it from the other gods, so it's not known by even the gods.

Draken

2012-02-05, 06:48 PM

I... Can't think of any way Mortals could sin against Zalsaram. His cult primarily teaches that he doesn't care and that the best thing that can happen is for him to keep on not caring. Because when he pays attention to something, that something tends to go aflame.

Well, it can be some dissident dogma or something, Zalsaram wouldn't care anyway.

Zalsaram fells the air for the stench.

"Ssso you are the inheritor of Xulosss' ssspark? Fitting, then, that you would think the sssmalessst of beingsss are of any relevance."

Well, to Vemrya they are, but Zalsaram doesn't really get it.

For that matter, how would you write a sybilating sound on a c, such as in relevance. Relevanceee. Nah. Relevanccce. Meh. Relevansssse. Now that just looks silly.

AgentIndy

2012-02-05, 07:10 PM

Ixth looks at the newcomer,Mephistar,"Then I am doing my job correctly. Freedom comes above the chains."

Demidos

2012-02-05, 09:14 PM

Seeing the appearance of this new god, already interfering with the creations of the others, scraped on Sartangas' nerves in a way he couldnt quite define.

You are bold with the creations of others. he says, somewhat angered.

AgentIndy

2012-02-05, 11:15 PM

The Golden Queen was taken back by this act,"Why, this is violence!" Her expression of shock turned to one of contemplation,"I am sorry, your name shall be the Last Heir.. The candidate for the throne is here..."

The doors to her chambers swing open, and reveal a man leaning against the frame,"Hmm, Infinity, it's rude to try to force a lady to do what she doesn't want to do," he had a short cape covering his right side, his clothing was rugged, yet spun out of the threads of fate itself. He had a sword at his hip, it was Lao's short sword, adorned with a single piece of Ixth's Heart in the hilt. On his left hand rested a braver, with scenes of battles long past engraved into its iron surface. A curved projector spiraled out of it. A revolver hung at his side, with words long lost inscribed in its barrel as rifling. A strange back pack rested upon his shoulders, while a necklace bearing Vemyra's symbol hung from his neck.

"So, Queeny you have been going behind Ixth's back to have your fun time with Belithia? Not really that good for your people,"He smirked, and looked at his bracer,"Gifts from Ixth, a new king has to be chosen, and he hedging his bets on me." He flips a switching, and a long blade of light exited his bracer,"Interesting it didn't blow up on me," his expression turned deadly serious,"I, Jay the Mirrorborn, make my move for the throne."

Ap:5
Create MR5 Concept:Mad Science -5
Essentially any technology can be made by a mad scientist, the only problem is replicating the results, and safety. Upkeep usually requires a trained specialists,but operating the technology should be fairly intuitive . On a side note, people that follow Belithia's doctrine will find that Mad Science is painfully emotionless. There can be emotional Mad Scientists, but they will have a Fatal flaw that relates to their favored emotion. Ixth's emptionless creations happen to be very good at Mad Science. Emotional practicioners of this type of Scientists undergo bouts of madness.

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-05, 11:47 PM

((I hope no-one minds, but so as not to completely invalidate the massive post I've spent something like four hours working on, I'm going to assume that all the introduction-things happened while Mephistar was in Xulos's))

Savorla, through lips that still seemed to feel the touch of Belithia's, though the Mother and Mistress had vanished perhaps half a minute ago - at least, as the new goddess counted time through her experience, though none could say how long it was for others, whether mortal or divine; to some, she would still have felt her mother's kiss a hundred years after it had been delivered, and for others, less than a heartbeat might have gone by -, whispered into the Void, a response to her mother's greeting and request.

"As you command, Mother."

And with that, she fashioned a jar from her mother's blood, much of which still clung to her clothes, and placed within it the last of her father's body, the ichor and miasma that had flown through his veins, so much of which had gone into her creation.

Then, without even the thought of a farewell to the place of her birth, she vanished, reappearing an instant later before the gathering of the gods, looking, at first, like their perfect lover to each of the assembled deities, though these shapes slowly begin to blend together bare seconds after she arrives, until, finally, her form is that of a beautiful grey-skinned woman, with black hair, and yellow eyes, which seem to be covered by a thin layer of clear ice, wearing a rather revealing black and gold dress.

"Greetings, my family. It is an honor to be part of such an illustrious group," she says, walking to each of them in turn.

"Ixth, The One Without Love... And without lust. Or, for that matter. any other feelings I can find, though it would seem you can emulate them so well as to make them nearly indistinguishable from the real thing...", she murmurs as she passes him, moving to gently caress his cheek as she goes by, despite the fact that she's well aware any reaction he might have will be fake.

"Your name I do not know, oh burning one, or which of us spawned you, if any... I will have to get to know you better."

The Queen of Desire goes to embrace the fiery warrior, pressing as close as he allows, so that if any notice she whispers into his ear, they would be likely to dismiss it as an invitation to her bed.

"I find I am in need of an ally, and I think you could use one as well... If you have any interest in such an arrangement, meet me in my home, once I have created it."

With that, the Mistress of Temptation releases him (assuming she was allowed to embrace him n the first place, that is), moving on to Zalsaram, before whom she kneels.

"Master of Cycles, Lord of Life and the Elements, though I am the daughter of your most hated foe, and it is partly through your actions that my father has died, I bear no hatred of you, and hope that you will likewise hold none towards me."

And yet onward goes the Lover of the Doomed, not waiting for a response from the world-god, to her newest/oldest brother.

"Hail, Tiresias. You, of all those here, even the ones not only claimed by Belithia but birthed of her, are most my true brother, for you were formed by my mother's hand from my father's essence, and I see much of what made me within you. May we never be at odds."

The next to be reached is Savorla's mother, Belithia with other's hearts, who is likely the second deity to be embraced, though not so closely as the first - but not, it may be noted, entirely lacking in the same implications; she remembers well the feeling of Belithia's kiss, and would not be at all averse to repeating the experience.

"Mother and Mistress, you have given me life, and for that I thank you. My home, once made, will always be open to you."

With that, the Ghost Lover goes on to the final one here - Sartangas.

"Greetings, Lord of the Wild Hunt," the Kingbreaker says, smiling softly at him, and going to lay a hand upon his arm. "Your passions run strong, and near the surface, but you are master of them, as you should be. I have but one request for you - that you hunt none of those who take refuge with me without first being granted my leave. So long as that is held to, I can see no reason for us to come into conflict, and your people will be free to seek peace with me."

Greetings completed, at least until Belithia with one heart and Vemrya return, she goes and stands by the fiery warrior, trying to slip an arm around his waist.

And then Mephistar appears for the first time. For the brief time he is among the rest, she is content to simply smile back at him, and create people, her home, and a place for the species she makes.

And then he returns, with news of the corruption of mortals.

"Not only theirs, it seems... My creations have been corrupted as well," the Bringer of War hisses, clearly furious at this sudden change in the Selithens, before apparently calming herself, a smooth facade quickly being put in place to conceal her rage.

"I thank you for bringing this news. But tell me, brother, why do you care about this? It is my understanding that you have created nothing, and thus none of your own creations can have been harmed. Are you truly that concerned for the welfare of our peoples, or do you have some other motive?"

15 AP

Create Life (MR5, Selithens): The Selithens are, for the most part, quite attractive, with pale blue skin, and generally have dark hair, with yellow, orange, or red eyes.

They also have greater endurance and strength than humanly possible, which is often put to good use in their actions for her, whether war or seduction. In addition to these traits, they are unaging, do not decay upon death, and have great magical power.

As well as being tasked with working their way into various courts, the Selithens bring those that call on Savorla for protection or comfort to Netheli.

Weave Plane (Netheli, Refuge of All): A plane of eternal night, where those who seek Savorla's aid are brought. The most notable feature is a massive obsidian and tektite castle, where the mortals taken here live until their wounds, of whatever type, are healed, and they will no longer be in danger from whoever was harming them on the Material.

It should be noted that those who wish to stay past this point are not forced to leave Netheli.

Bless: All races may now call on Savorla to protect them from harm, especially that done by lovers, and to offer comfort after the death of someone they know, or if a love spurns them - provided the member of the race doing so has learned of her existence; the blessing does not give them the knowledge that they can do so. Doing so summons at least one Sellithen, who will do their best to escort them to Netheli.

Alter Land (Aeron Lands): A section of the coast of the Aeron lands splits off, forming a temperate island (Nemehir, Island of the Displaced) with a castle similar to, though smaller than, Savorla's home in Netheli in the center. This island where those mortals that wish to live on the Material but are still in danger, or whose wounds are not yet healed, live.

15 - 9 = 6 AP

Gain Domain - Mortals (Protection):

Created a race to shepherd endangered mortals to Netheli. (5/7)

Created a plane where mortals in danger are taken if they call for her aid. (7/7)

Gain Domain - Change (Healing):

Created a race to comfort and heal mortals that request aid. (5/7)

Created a plane where mortals receive healing of all types. (7/7)

6 - 6 = 0 AP

Savorla should now be a Lesser Deity.

Or not, as it was brought to my attention that the same actions can't count for getting two different Domains. In that case, she has 3 AP remaining.

Draken

2012-02-06, 12:23 AM

TechnOkami

2012-02-06, 12:54 AM

In response to the immediate inquiry to his name, he states it to the being before him.

"My name? It is Calderas!" Undauntedly, Calderas embraces her like he would embrace a sister or any other kin.

Upon her secondary statement, his tone became slightly more serious.

"I'll consider it, though I think I'd like to know my kin a little better before I leap into the fire, sort to speak."

Q'telun

2012-02-06, 08:07 AM

Vemrya smiles and asks, "Tell me sister, who was born first, you or the other Belithia? No, you were born at the same time, nevermind. Who is first in the timeline? You or her?"

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-06, 01:25 PM

Zalsaram focused more of his countless eyes on Savorla as she knelt, the intensity of the glare sizzling ever so more castigating - meaninglessly, for a single eye annihilates all that is not divine, and his mere glare cannot annihilita anything divine.

The Leviathan adressed his niece with the same coldly infuriated tone that was as natural to him as swimming to fish.

"Do not diminish yourself, these mimicries of hominid forms you all are so keen on taking are already difficult enough to perceive."

In response, Savorla nods, smiling, and will appear - though only to Zalsaram - to change forms, into whatever his ideal mate would be, which presumably would be easier to see.

"I suppose that is a fair request, given how much larger than us you are... Is this better, uncle?"

In response to the immediate inquiry to his name, he states it to the being before him.

"My name? It is Calderas!" Undauntedly, Calderas embraces her like he would embrace a sister or any other kin.

Upon her secondary statement, his tone became slightly more serious.

"I'll consider it, though I think I'd like to know my kin a little better before I leap into the fire, sort to speak."

The Lady of Many Faces would have let out an annoyed sigh at the fact that he apparently had not caught on to the ruse, judging by the fact that his response did nothing to continue it, but that would have been rather telling, if anyone was paying attention, so she contented herself with scowling briefly at the Void behind Calderas, where it wouldn't be seen, before she moved on.

In any case, from her position next to him, now that she has returned, the Ghost Lover whispers back her own response.

"I would not have thought leaping into fire would be a daunting prospect for you, given your nature... But feel free to meet the rest before deciding. The offer will remain open unless circumstances dictate otherwise."

She pauses a moment before speaking again, carefully considering her next words.

"Something to bear in mind - I do not know if you have any interest in my body, but whether or not you do, I would appreciate at least a pretense of such. It will make it much easier to hide our alliance, should you choose to accept my offer, since it makes that I had you in my bed a much more believable cover for your visit... But let us discuss it no further here; there are too many other ears and eyes about for this conversation to remain truly private long."

Draken

2012-02-06, 01:37 PM

Darklady2831

2012-02-06, 01:38 PM

Mephistar nodded, carefully weighing the reactions of the other gods. Turning to Savorla, Mephistar gives a charming smile. "Well, if the exalted firstborn don't care for the mortals, who will?" He speaks calmly, almost seductively. "I saw them doing these, things, and, well, it bothers me. That they so wantonly disobey their creators." stroking his chin, his eyes flashed every so subtly. Only the most observant of deities would notice it.

Gesturing to Mirrodin and Zalsaram (The Planet), Mephistar spoke softly. "I think it may be that there are no consequences for misdeeds, that drives them to do these things... I, may have a solution to this... an afterlife..."

mystic1110

2012-02-06, 01:51 PM

What meaning are consequences when they have no direction other than to love through their varied emotions - they are come to me regardless for my compassion knows no bounds

Belithia with many others hearts, still caressing Tiresias, smiles at the rest of the gods softly and warmly - creepily. They knew how intense and pure her compassion was. It was beautiful yet terrifying.
----

Belithia with her original heart smiles at Vemrya

Who was born first? I was. Who existed first? You haven't met her yet... she is the combination of our beings - when we become one. Truth be told I haven't seen myself either - my other self did however receive instruction from my other self, she tell me I grow to love even more!

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-06, 02:53 PM

Mates are things meant to propagate the species, what then, is the species of Zalsaram? None, I say, only an individual is there, unconcerned with matters of propagation. Zalsaram sees his niece exactly as he saw her before, another deity of trifle ephemera, the humanoid shell but a veil over the radiance of divine spark.

"You have attempted a relative change, to try and appear to my perceptionsss asss sssomething different from what othersss sssee. Such insssubssstantiality hasss no meaning to me. Make an abssolute change, and we shall sssee."

For all his interactions with Belithia, Zalsaram is very logical and very much assexual. Being that his body is, primarily inorganic and all.

He is just a very good actor.

Savorla laughs softly, and shrugs.

"I am afraid that I am rather fond of this form - as you are of your own, I think. I could, perhaps, truly alter myself so that my flesh is like yours, but I might as well ask you to take on one more like ours."

Mephistar nodded, carefully weighing the reactions of the other gods. Turning to Savorla, Mephistar gives a charming smile. "Well, if the exalted firstborn don't care for the mortals, who will?" He speaks calmly, almost seductively. "I saw them doing these, things, and, well, it bothers me. That they so wantonly disobey their creators." stroking his chin, his eyes flashed every so subtly. Only the most observant of deities would notice it.

Gesturing to Mirrodin and Zalsaram (The Planet), Mephistar spoke softly. "I think it may be that there are no consequences for misdeeds, that drives them to do these things... I, may have a solution to this... an afterlife..."

Savorla returns Mephistar's smile, just as charmingly - a response that is only partly false, for she truly is enjoying their verbal sparring.

"You would have us punish our creations after their deaths, when they cannot change their course, and the living cannot see the consequences? An interesting, if ineffectual, concept... But one I, at least, wish no part of, though I do not speak for the others. My creations have gone against me, and unlike my mother, I think they do deserve consequences for it, for unlike her, I command more than to spread love and life, but their punishment will be when they live, and decreed by me," she says, turning her gaze to Netheli, looking upon it sadly, as she sees it full of her life for what is likely the last time. "No longer will Netheli be a refuge for all; those who have gone against my commands must remain in the Twin Worlds while they live, unless they should choose to come back to my service, and even then, they can only stay until the one they bring returns. Only those that have never turned from me may stay there forever, though all may return in death, and their children, provided they do as I have ordered, may live there if they choose."

3 AP

Curse: All Selithen that have gone against Savorla's commands are transported to Nemehir, and may never return to Netheli, unless they go back to serving her, and even then they can only stay, while they live, for as long as the person they bring there for healing, protection, or comfort remains, though when they die they are allowed to come back as permanent residents, to aid those living there. This does not apply to any that have never stopped performing their duties.

Bless: All Selithen, on death, may choose to go to Netheli instead of Belithia's Heart.

3 - 2 = 1 AP

Darklady2831

2012-02-06, 04:39 PM

"Ah, but you do not see my point. We must make it known to the mortals, the consequences of their actions. I propose, that instead of allowing Belithia to recycle the souls of the mortals, that we begin anew, let them know the consequences of their actions. The Wicked and debased to be punished, or have their eternal souls always be in service of a god. The righteous, the kind, they shall be rewarded with a paradise after death." Mephistar said, beckoning to all the gods. "I propose that we all do this. That we all create realms for the souls of our followers to go when they die. For their gods to decide their fate!" Mephistar motioned to Belithia. "And the godless? Those who none can lay claim to, they will be recycled by Belithia. To have a second chance at pursuing an afterlife. A fresh start, without the memory of their past selves."

Mephistar gestures again to the world below. "If you do not care for your mortals, so be it, but perhaps you care for their eternal souls."

mystic1110

2012-02-06, 04:49 PM

Belithia with many others hearts smiled at Mephistar, and while still holding onto Tiresias, makes a slight motion of her hand that reminds Mephistar of the feeling of her hand perforating his still yet mortal skull... She smiles and speaks with a voice of such conviction, deities with feelings, knew that she loved them - even Mephistar.

Souls aren't recycled from me - every soul that was, is or will be already exists in me and from me. It doesn't matter if they receive eternal paradise or oblivion, their origin and destination is singularity within me. What punishment can their be that is not a reward or reward that is not punishment? My capacity to care for souls that will have graced existence and those that won't is absolute. Compassion is a marvel of the marvel of existence and the foundation of existence’s well-being and the harmony of causality. Causality is brought forth from my love and my love enshrines each soul no matter where it is. Souls are bound by love and destiny. Destiny is bound by souls and love. Love is bound by fate and souls. Singular finality. Singular Genesis. Genesis and Oblivion are one and the same. Their is no recycling - each being is special to me. You need to learn to think relativistically dear one.

Darklady2831

2012-02-06, 04:59 PM

Mephistar stares at Belithia for a few moments, before speaking, calmly. "Xulos was right, you are a lunatic. Love and hate are two completely separate things, oh mother of many. You may have a mindset that all are one, but you are not the only god in existence." Gesturing to the Deadlands, he grins. "There are countless millions of souls still within the deadlands, they did not join you in your 'singularity'. They toil is damnation. I do think that this is quite unjust. To damn souls randomly, or to let you hoard the eternal essences of mortal beings." A crown of orange flame burst into being upon Mephistar's head, his horns gleaming in the glow of the flame.

Mephistar broke his stare, turning and beckoning to all the gods nearby"I would ask you, other gods. Why? Why allow such an insane, twisted tyrant rule over the essences of your people? Why suffer her insane antics of causality? Why, my brethren, would you damn your own creations to such a being?! glances back at Belithia, Mephistar gives her a devilish smirk. "And no, Belithia, I do not ask this out of love for you. I ask this out of love for mortals, and out of outrage at the current state of reality.

bryn0528

2012-02-06, 05:05 PM

Oh, he slept for those many years, the king of Harmony and Grace. How they forsake beauty under the machinations of Mephistar! How they forgot the songs and the sword dance, forgot the intricacies of the world held together with gilt strings. Oh, how it made him sleep, so very weary.
TABBut he was not done! The faintest outline of eyes ripped open, burned pupiless and consciousness returned. A faint spark between Savorla and the others. Not all had forsaken beauty, some gods remembered it still. From the folds of nothing, the Apollonian god stepped forwards to his kin.
TAB"Mother," his soft lips spoke. "And others alike." His brow furrowed (a harmonious motion, one of perfected proportions of the space of his facial features), and his tongue curled the statement into question.

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-06, 05:56 PM

Savorla steps forward, yellow eyes blazing with cold anger, enough to chill a mortal's soul, and make them certain that they would be forever unloved. But, of course, Mephistar is not mortal, and so it is very unlikely that he'll be affected.

"I do not give Belithia dominion over the souls of my people, unless they choose such themselves. And it is true that we have different interpretations of love, at times. I have agreed with much of what you said, in fact. But I will not stand by and watch my mother insulted. Take back what you have called her," she says, voice reflecting the frozen fury in her eyes.

And then there is a newcomer, though not freshly made, and she turns her gaze upon him, eyes lighting up when she sees his face, reveling in the perfection of his features, and the ideals to which he has devoted himself.

"Well, you are a pleasant surprise, Brother... It is good to see one so fair, and devoted to such things as you seem to be. I think there will be much we can do, if we work together. But I sense a question in your words, though not what it is. Are you asking if we are like Belithia? Or simply seeking to gain our attention, that you may present your true query?"

Her voice has shifted as well; it's much happier, and, to some extent, seductive. It's quite clear that she's rather pleased to meet him, and would like to get to know him better.

Draken

2012-02-06, 06:01 PM

Zalsaram grunts.

"Sssoulss are her purvey, asss far asss I am concerned. I care not for such ephemeral thingsss and leave the fate of sssoulsss to the care of their creator."

Darklady2831

2012-02-06, 06:04 PM

Mephistar snarls quietly at Savorla, raising his now clawed hand as if to smack her. "I abide by honesty, oh Kingbreaker, so no. I will not take back such things. She is a lunatic, and everyone here, you included, know it to be true, but you refuse to speak your mind to an elder god!"

Lowering his hand, Mephistar turned, looking to each of the other gods. "Well?! What say you, mighty brethren?! Do you just stand idly by whilst this insane infant factory continues to twist and tug at the immortal essences of your followers?! As she corrupts the very nature of reality with her warped views?!"

bryn0528

2012-02-06, 06:10 PM

"Well, you are a pleasant surprise, Brother... It is good to see one so fair, and devoted to such things as you seem to be. I think there will be much we can do, if we work together. But I sense a question in your words, though not what it is. Are you asking if we are like Belithia? Or simply seeking to gain our attention, that you may present your true query?"

Brother, yes. He remembered now his divinity. The clouds in his eyes began to fade. With recognition, he moved before her. "Mother?" he said again, though the question died upon the tip of his teeth. "No, you are right. Brother and sister. I have grown weary, my mortal brethren, it seems, are slow to call my name these days. The flame of my existence grows ever stronger, however, when I am near to you, so near to you I shall stay. Yes, the works of our existence will destroy numerous things, but the beauty of our union will shine a greater light and purpose yet. Yes." Pasc finds his hand, and turns it to find his fingers still wrapped around his favored blade. "Yes, yes."

TechnOkami

2012-02-06, 06:28 PM

"Indeed, we will speak later." Calderas releases her from his embrace.

Lowering his hand, Mephistar turned, looking to each of the other gods. "Well?! What say you, mighty brethren?! Do you just stand idly by whilst this insane infant factory continues to twist and tug at the immortal essences of your followers?! As she corrupts the very nature of reality with her warped views?!"
Calderas raises a single finger.
I would like to withhold my opinion. I am still fairly young, and am still learning about my Pantheon Family members, the universe, etcetera.

thedarkstone

2012-02-06, 07:06 PM

Aenum giggled in his little corner of existence. The power he had collected over the past period of time--and he had not measured the time it had taken--was enough that he could now do whatever he wanted to, if he wanted to.

AP: 20 (5 rollovers (Jan 7, Jan 14, Jan 21, Jan 28, Feb 4))

He looked down upon the world. There was so much potential there, so many things he could adjust and modify. The child-god thought deeply. What was needed? More magic, he decided. Magic was something that would always be needed. His current style of magic was powerful, but it was not precise. Aenum took his rough idea of magic and mixed it with an idea of doctoral surgery, fusing the two into a single idea. It was Surgical Magic, precise enough to destroy only a single cell. Its users were able to view each target they chose, destroying it with surgical precision. Using this form of magic, the wielder could also create targeted life, such as individual cells or masses of them.

AP: 20
Create Concept: Surgical Magic (MR 5)
AP: 15

Having thus crafted this form of magic, he distributed it to his chosen, where they split into two factions; one became the Mage-Doctors, using this power to heal patients, the other became the Logicians, seeking to use this newfound power to learn more about the secrets of the universe.
These two groups were both a part of the original Organization created by Aenum, but each used their power for a different purpose, with a different result.

With more of his power, he took the existing idea of truenames, of each individual having a name that described their truest self, and made certain mortals able to speak it, to enact effects, and, most devastatingly, to change it, their own or another's, by their will alone--given time, of course. This gift he spread sparingly among his people; then, his gaze fell upon the Philosopher of Nothing. This power was granted him, with a whisper. "Philosopher, I, Aenum, have granted you this gift. I approve of the Fae, and I hope to aid your kin more in the future. Perhaps you could be my...ambassador."

AP: 15
Create Concept: Truenaming (MR 5)
AP: 10

Lastly, he infused a bit of his essence into the Stoneheart at Arliyan's core, tying the essence of the Eldmeri people into the artifact; no, it was no mere artifact anymore. Its power was magnified by a hundred, and it served a dual purpose; an endless source of energy, and a receptacle for the souls and truenames of all Eldmer. When one of their kin would die, their soul would pass through the Stoneheart and be regifted with flesh, reborn into a new body in their homeland. Thus, the Eldmeri were eternally a people of 333 individuals. Aenum then blessed the Eldmeri, that their truenames as a race and as individuals would never die.

AP: 10
Infuse Relic: Stoneheart
Bless: Eldmeri truenames are eternal.
Gain Domain: Mortals (Ambition)

Raise Hero: Arliyan (1)
Infuse Hero: Arliyan, Hero of Aenum, Wielder of Magic, He of the Stoneheart (3)
Infuse Relic: Stoneheart (3)

AP: 3

With that out of the way, Aenum then moved to where the other gods had gathered. "I seem to have missed quite a bit while I was working on something," the child-god said, looked around, his gaze stopping as it reached each of the newcomers. "What exactly have I missed?"

~~~~~

Arliyan was gifted both the power of Surgical Magery and of Truenaming. He grinned when he felt it, knowing how he could best use it to his advantage. He gathered his might and traversed to the Fae realms, taking with him a small number of other Eldmer likewise gifted. They appeared before Jay, the Golden Queen, and Omega/Infinity.

"Well, am I intruding?" Arliyan said with a grin, his mind running through the various ways he could destroy each individual here--including his own followers--as a mental exercise. "I feel as if I am intruding."

AgentIndy

2012-02-06, 07:31 PM

The Philosopher of Nothing wrote down the knowledge of Truenaming into the Eternal Leger,"Quite fascinating..."

---

Jay twirled his revolver, and pointed it at Arilyn,"Who are you, and where can I get a jacket like yours?"

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-06, 07:44 PM

((AgentIndy, you mind responding to the stuff in the Gathering of Gods? Savorla interacted with Ixth in her introductory post, and now Mephistar is asking for all of the deity's opinions...))

Mephistar snarls quietly at Savorla, raising his now clawed hand as if to smack her. "I abide by honesty, oh Kingbreaker, so no. I will not take back such things. She is a lunatic, and everyone here, you included, know it to be true, but you refuse to speak your mind to an elder god!"

Lowering his hand, Mephistar turned, looking to each of the other gods. "Well?! What say you, mighty brethren?! Do you just stand idly by whilst this insane infant factory continues to twist and tug at the immortal essences of your followers?! As she corrupts the very nature of reality with her warped views?!"

"Your words make sense, though I find the way in which they are said distasteful, but... You choose your time too well for me to trust them, at least yet," Savorla says, with grudging respect. "Many deities - Vemrya, for one, who is most certainly affected - are not here, and I would hear what they have to say before deciding."

Brother, yes. He remembered now his divinity. The clouds in his eyes began to fade. With recognition, he moved before her. "Mother?" he said again, though the question died upon the tip of his teeth. "No, you are right. Brother and sister. I have grown weary, my mortal brethren, it seems, are slow to call my name these days. The flame of my existence grows ever stronger, however, when I am near to you, so near to you I shall stay. Yes, the works of our existence will destroy numerous things, but the beauty of our union will shine a greater light and purpose yet. Yes." Pasc finds his hand, and turns it to find his fingers still wrapped around his favored blade. "Yes, yes."

The Queen of Desire smiles at him radiantly, the expression promising much, and clearly anticipating what they will create, and how they will do so.

"I am pleased to hear that, and glad that my presence revives you. From the destruction that our works make, much will be reborn, more beautiful than before, and the new things we create will, as you said, be still greater than those."

And then Aenum appears; when he arrives, The Mistress of the Scorned turns towards him, still smiling, apparently pleased to meet another of her relatives.

"Greetings, dear brother. What you have missed depends on when you last looked in here. Do you know of Xulos's death? I would assume so, for such a thing is not done without... Ripples, shall we say. But the most important thing since that is that Mephistar is asking for us all to choose whether to allow our mother to keep her control over souls, and greatly insulting her in thr process."

Steilos

2012-02-06, 09:02 PM

Tiresias flickers and after a few more moments is no longer beside Belithia. "Sloppy. Disorganised." comes a voice from behind Mephistar. "Souls are an unecessary complication to begin with. Nothing but a sop to this worthless, imaginary construction called 'love'. The same 'love' which has left mortals scattered enitrely at random amongst the planes. No, this will not do." Tiresias is gone again, reappearing a distance away from Mephistar, on the other side of the gathering from Belithia. "But the mortals exist, now, under the protection of the small-minded... and there is nothing that can be done about it. Organising them into the base strokes of 'good' and 'evil' is a step towards remedying this..."

"Concerning the allotment of souls, it has been decreed that there are no objections." In the accelerated time of the Council, this decision took 600 years - and that was a unanimous vote. "As for Belithia, I. Do. Not. Care. What you decide to do. Rail against her all you want, she'll just ask for more. In the meantime, I have more important work to attend to..."

And so it was that some interminable distance away, Tiresias spread out his stultifying, smothering, controlling essence and formed the Grey Expanse. It became a nexus of sound and a font of knowledge, for in that dull earthen waste with no heat or cold, great towers rose up filled with archives and records of all kinds. It was free to everyone with a penchant for knowledge, but it was marred by the constant whispering chatter, ranging from insane babbling to lewd jokes to awe-inspiring speeches. With a clench of his fist, he summoned a desk on top of the highest tower and sat there, pondering his next action - what to do with the world.

AP: 15/15
Weave Plane: The Grey Expanse (2ap)
Remaining AP: 13/15

Darklady2831

2012-02-06, 09:55 PM

The edges of Mephistar's mouth curled upwards ever so slightly. He could sense that he was voicing the concerns of at least some of the other gods. Looking at Aenum, he bows his head "Greetings, ancient but youthful mage. I come before you, and your ancient kin, to resolve a grievous problem in the fabric of reality." He motions to Belithia, and then to the world of mortals. "She takes in, and devours, reduces to a singularity, the souls, the very eternal essences of mortals. Is this just? Is it right?"

Clasping his hands together, he smiles "I would ask your support with this matter, oh elder one. Do you not agree that mortals should be rewarded, or punished, for their deeds in life? The tyrant king who exploits his people, and the generous farmer, who toils for coppers, and then buys his friends a drink. Are these people not different? Should they not receive punishment and reward for their lifetime of hardships?"

AgentIndy

2012-02-06, 09:55 PM

Ixth looks over Savoria,"I like your style, I think I'll call you Savvy," clearly Ixth had developed the talent of nicknames. He pats Savoria's head, and goes back to his chess board. For some reason, Ixth is pretty tall for a god. Don't try to make sense of that statement.

He rolls his eyes over to Mephistar,"My creations don't die natural deaths. Or have souls. Do what you want, but don't touch the Fae."

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-06, 10:44 PM

Savorla chuckles at the nickname, giving Ixth a pleased grin.

"An appropriate name for me, I think. Thank you for the gift, Ixth. Let me know if I can perform a service of similar value for you at some point."

Though the offer is certainly genuine, she's well aware of the fact that Ixth and the Fae can twist almost anything into a Contract, and will almost certainly hold to the letter of one, which is why she specified 'of similar value'.

AgentIndy

2012-02-06, 10:53 PM

"Well, get me pictures of Spiderman nothing comes to mind Savvy, though I might want to share a drink with you, I know a guy down in the Dream who owns a Villa we could, 'borrow' ," he moved a few pieces on his board.

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-06, 11:03 PM

"That sounds quite enjoyable, oh Master of Dreams," she says, sitting down to observe the game. "All the gods have a piece on your board, yes? It would be interesting, I think, if each of us were to be a queen or king, with our own side, on a larger board, with each side against all, or all save one or two, of the others."

Q'telun

2012-02-06, 11:33 PM

Vemrya smiled, a cold bone chilling smile that would unsettle even the dead world. "Wonderful. Then she has Ixth's heart yes? I have something to attend to, and then I will be taking that from her. And you two will never be united as a greater being. Do you want to know why? Because," here Vemrya's eyes took on the color of the void, his eyes literally two orbs of nothing, "You will become part of the void, feeling nothing, experiencing nothing, your only sensation will be of nothing, and that is enough to drive a god mad." With that, Vemrya's eyes settle back to gray, and he vanishes in a puff of smoke.

mystic1110

2012-02-06, 11:54 PM

As Vemrya was leaving he heard a voice, as if it emanated from his own being - for it had for that was the end

Isn't that the point?
----

Belithia watches Vemrya vanish and smiles

----

Belithia with many others hearts smiles at Aenum

Ah! My first son! How I've missed you!

She then turns to Mephistar

Ah dear one, remember that not all love is equal - yet it is still love. Relativity just means you must change perspective. What is good or evil other than love in its forms. You may do what you want - I would never stand in the way of those I love, and do love you, like I loved your dear father - It's unfortunate I couldn't have the remains of his heart in my chest. But luckily dear Tiresias will carry on his legacy - we are all so proud of him!

With that she then turns to Ixth and flies to him, gently motioned her daughter aside

My dear daughter, Ixth would make a fine man for you - but let me help you with that engagement ! And! Brother Ixth, there is something I wanted to do. Yes! To thank you. You see I found your heart flying around dear departed Xulos... and as i thought it allowed me to understand your love so much better! That is why...

Belithia with many other hearts pulled at the strings of reality and pulled in Belithia to her.

Oh is it time already?
Yes, it is dear me - I'll see you again of course.

And with that Belithia with many other hearts ripped through Belithia's heart and at the same time ripped open Ixths torso. She took her heart. The source of emotion, love, and souls and placed it into Ixths chest.

May you understand, dear one

And with that she kissed Ixth on the mouth and then the corpse of Belithia vanished and she mourned

I mentioned this to Indy when i took his heart... it took awhile....

----

A voice that spoke to no one and everyone, nowhere and everywhere, it was a scale to grand, and too small - faint and loud - imaginary and real. In the end it was a voice no one, even the gods, remembered for it never existed

ineluctable

----

Last Heir? Stupid. But your names are all stupid, same goes for Alpha and the others - seriously. But Jay? Now there's a name. Nice and short. Not to many vowels. Anyway you must be the brat who's was killed by his own master huh? You must love that *******, Alpha then. Well then go **** yourself. ****in Alpha - thinks he's so powerful. Ha, simply a slave to dear old dad and mom. Anyway what do you want? Queen Bitch here was just about to crown me or something.

TechnOkami

2012-02-07, 01:31 AM

...do they do nothing but bicker between each other in an eternal battle for whose the most pompous? It sickens me...

In boredom of the given situation, Calderas unfurls great wings of sun and flame from behind him.
"And now, my fellow Deities, I am off!" And with that, he flies to the land below, floating in the middle of the forever emanating solar beam of his volcanic machination. Summoning his terrible blade, it appeared in hand, its blade pointed down to the earth. He gathered light to his sword, the very pillar bending and twisting to empower its edges.

He released it from his grasp.

As if time itself began to reverse, the smoke, light, and fire began to recede back inside, its power accumulating the closer the blade moved to the volcano. For a moment, the land he lit grew dark, until an eruption of power and glory surged forth, the volcano pulsing back to life. The blade flew upward with the blast, Calderas catching it by the handle, the blade glowing orange with golden heat. As the great volcano ushered forth its might, a great roar could be heard from the volcano's mouth. The earth shook as a great beast started to climb the inside of the volcano, the quake becoming stronger with every foot slammed against the ground. At last, a single claw reached out of the fiery maw, and then another, and then... the head appeared. As the whole creature climbed out and unfurled its wings, its existence was one of fury, grace, and a regal demeanor. Black scales fitted over a combine of sun and light, and wings made of flame ethereal held in a frame as dark as charcoal. The creature shook bits and pieces of lava off of itself, then took to the sky, its legs folding underneath itself as great wings beat against the air, keeping aloft. It circled the great pillar of the sun, flying into it and hovering in front of his creator, the deity which stood in front of it. Arching its neck, the beast bowed in reverence, and Calderas rested a hand on its mighty head.

"You, my creation, shall forever be the symbol of what I wish to do, to create. You are the union of the sun and the earth, you are fire. You can create, as well as destroy, as fire can in all its forms. You and your progeny shall forever live in these sunlit lands, and bring the light of fire wherever you fly. The sky is no limit for you, for you can fly beyond its gaseous reaches. You can dance among the moon and stars, and blaze across the night skies. You are Setsuna, and you are strong..."

Calderas moved back several feet in the air.

"Fly."

The beast let loose a bellow unto the world, and immediately took to the skies. It rose ever faster, past the lands, past the clouds, and past the air itself, until it looked upon the immensity of the planet in a single gaze. She was strong, she was fire, she was... Setsuna. As she let loose another roar, Calderas watched from the pillar, listening to her song of creation. He looked back down upon the world, at the land which he had lit forever with eternal light. It needed a name, something befitting a creation of his.

"...Sol. I shall call it Sol."
AP: 6-5=1
5 AP: Create Solfire Dragons- Solfire Dragons take the shape of dragons, but are unique in many ways. Their bodies are made of fire and light, contained within a frame of black scales. Their fire is a fusion of fire and light as well. Disease simply does not affect them, and they gain sustenance from either bathing in lava or the sun, often times it is both. Sustenance is also acquirable from the stars. They can also fly, IN SPACE.

Demidos

2012-02-07, 01:44 AM

Aramar, who had been quietly watching the quick back and forth looked at Mephistar with dark eyes. The Killoren have never been a part of Belitha's scheming. Their deaths, as natural as the turning of the seasons, merely lead to an eternity of freedom. They may choose their own course past this -- most choose to run with their god across the endless sky for the rest of time. Their very existence sustains me. By making them sin and losing their souls from my sight, you directly attack my power.
Sorry Guys, missed the posting spree

Q'telun

2012-02-07, 12:44 PM

Vemrya ignores the voice emanating from inside him and walks towards the gathering of gods and goddesses. His eyes shifted back to blue as he approached the one most seemed to be arguing with. "So you are the one that has given the mortals "sin". Thats called free will, as I'm sure Ixth has already said. Let me make one thing perfectly clear, I gave the Aeron the choice of going to either Belithia or I. If you want to be included in that choice, prove to me that souls will find redemption with you."

AgentIndy

2012-02-07, 05:04 PM

"Savoria, every piece is it's own board, and every board is a single piece,"Ixtg strokes his chin.

He sees Belithia tear out her heart, and fails to dodge her strik that flays open his torso. When the implantation was finished,he looked down at the huge gash across his chest. His blood seeped across the cosmos, spreading the concepts of mad science, and other Fae things across reality. He stood up, and staggered forward, until he reached his board again. He looked at the surrounding, and uttered,"I don't want to go..."

Light enveloped his body, huge streams of energy shoot across every sky. When the light subsides, he looks a bit different, with a long coat, and pieces of armor emblazoned with his own symbol. He looks up,"Ooh, is this Relief? That's new."

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-07, 05:56 PM

Steilos

2012-02-07, 08:13 PM

Tiresias gets up from his desk, several thousands of millennia having passed in the blinks of an eye before the Council had made its decision. First part of the agenda, the living dead. Some said they were an aberration, others argued that they were too useful to cast away, and others yet believed that a compromise could be reached. That last view won, as always, and so Tiresias raised his hand and suddenly his was a plane of undeath, with every single zombie and source of necromantic power shambling through the mists. Tiresias scanned his domain and noted that there was none of Xulos' corruption to be found. He had successfully corraled and managed the undead, for now at least.

The Temporal Council reappeared next to Vemrya and listened with interest to the argument. He crossed his arms and quietly sent a mental communique to Vemrya. "When you are finished here, I need to talk to you about something. If you have the time, please come see me." He then vanished back to the Gray Expanse... while leaving an obvious trail to Vemrya so he knew where to find him.

Starting AP: 13/15
1ap Bless: All of the undead are now in the Grey Expanse
1ap Bless: Necromancy is no longer inherently evil
Ending AP: 11/15

AgentIndy

2012-02-07, 09:12 PM

Savorla smiles, and shrugs.

"I simply thought it might be interesting, for the game itself... I'm well aware that whatever it is you use that thing for, it's not playing chess," the Mistress of the Scorned says, apparently undaunted by the fact that her mother just implanted her heart/afterlife in the person that she was talking to. "And you feel emotions now, then? That must be interesting, after so long without them... It's a good thing you're as skilled an actor as you are, or I'd be willing to bet Nemehir you wouldn't be able to lie for a year, your time."

Ixth smiled,"Oh, I am indeed the greatest actor, but are you the most skilled seductress?" He smiled, and drew a ring upon her finger, which appeared as a metallic circlet on her finger,"Savvy, I give you a ring made of pure aluminum. It is worth entire kingdoms, and I hope you like it."

He checked his hair,"Meh, not bad."

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-07, 09:40 PM

"Perhaps. We'll have to find out, when there aren't as many others around...", she says, grinning, and examining the ring. "But certainly, no-one has yet challenged my title. As for the ring, it's quite nice, though I'm a bit wary of taking too many gifts from you, King of Contracts."

With that, she pauses, staring off into the Void for a moment, before making a bottle of wine, though not of any known vintage, which is presented to Ixth.

"Here. A bottle of wine, ever-refilling, which has a flavor such that if you were to send it to Mirrodin, kings and queens would pay half their treasuries for a single cup, and if Zalsaram a drop would restore enough hope to free even the most despairing."

Once the description of the gift is complete, the Kingbreaker stretches, in such a way that Ixth - and likely everyone else, though the Lady of Many Faces doesn't really care if they do or not - likely gets a rather nice view of her, and laughs.

"I wonder... If this continues, what sorts of gifts will we eventually make for each other? Oh, and you missed another nickname for me, I think - Savor. Appropriate, wouldn't you say?"

AgentIndy

2012-02-07, 10:14 PM

"Oh Savvy, I found you ascetically pleasing," Ixth covered his mouth,"Oh I said that out loud." He drank a glass of wine,"Fantastic," he brings out a knife, a carves a small violin out of an ancient tree,"Music played on this will bring inspiration to all, and reinvigorate the mind," he hands her the instrument.

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-07, 10:28 PM

Savvy laughs again, accepting the violin with a nod of appreciation.

"Perhaps I should reassess whether or not you'll be able to lie anytime soon, Ixth. Though knowing you, that could easily have been intentional, and no-one would else ever know. But still, either way, thank you. I'm glad you like the way I look."

And, with that, she fashions a quill from the feather of a night phoenix*, and presents it to him, a somewhat triumphant smirk on her face.

"Anything written with this will be in the most beautiful caligraphy, and it will seem to favor one side, while truly being written with the most subtle loopholes, so that it favors the other, who will be made aware, on reading it, of the best ways to exploit them for the desired effect."

*Night phoenixes will be written up next time I have a spare three or five AP.

Draken

2012-02-08, 12:29 AM

One of Zalsaram's innumerable all-searing eyes twitches at the description of the gift.

It is not so much the prospect of something causing him to lose biomass, Ixth is too aloof from mortalkind to do such a thing, it is more the rememberance of Belithia's little limitation of easy transport.

Then again, were it not for it there would be no transport at all. But Zalsaram is a being of negativism, his cup is half empty, I would say.

"If you would excussse me. I have pressssing mattersss to tend to."

With that, the eyes of the world beneath turn away from the gathering of divinities, and Zalsaram's aspect dissipates alongside the shaft of light from His eyes.

Q'telun

2012-02-08, 10:24 AM

Vemrya turned and regarded the trail curiously. In his head he said, 'Gray, go follow him. Come back with your opinion.'
'Fine.'
And while most of Vemrya stayed with the gathered gods, Logic's image manifested in the Gray Plane. "I like what you've done with the place. Now what did you want to see me about?"

Steilos

2012-02-08, 03:50 PM

Tiresias was standing on one of the smaller towers in the Grey Expanse, where the shambling undead could be observed. "Glad you like it." he began, although with no emotional inflection it was hard to tell if he meant it or not. "I recall form the memories of Xulos that you and he... did not get on well with one another. Specifically, these:" Tiresias gestured to incorporate the undead below. "My inheritance from the god of undeath and frankly, a damned mess. What I'm here to ask you is: What would you accept, not counting their complete annihilation? I've already stripped them of Xulos' petty concept of 'evil' and placed them in here, preventing them from causing disruption." A tiny flicker of raw disgust finds its way into that last word.

"Unlike Xulos, I am willing to compromise on this with you. Necromancy can be controlled, regulated, with perhaps a remit to aid only those willing to be raised from their graves... Everyone has unfinished business, Vemrya. And besides, I'm sure the process can be refined, if one does not want unsightly zombies lurching around." He conjures a chair, before sitting down in it and calling up a chair for Logic to sit upon. "I'm asking you because you are the one most affected by the undead, being as the first and many more thereafter of the undead were raised from your creations, if my predecessor's memories are to be believed."

AgentIndy

2012-02-08, 04:16 PM

Q'telun

2012-02-08, 06:40 PM

"That would be fair, I'll accept that. But what do you want in return, just their continued existence? Or something more."

Steilos

2012-02-08, 07:08 PM

Tiresias nods. "The undead, for efficency's sake, should contain the souls of who they once were - hence the clause about the willingness to be raised - and possess their own free will to do as they wish with their second chance of life. I will iron out those details with Belithia later. As for what I will recieve in return..."

Getting up from his chair, the Temporal Council clapped his hands and a rustling of paper echoed throughout the Expanse. "Bookkeepers. Librarians. Scribes. I intend to form a divine bureaucracy, and I need these kinds of people. Therefore, learned men among the Aerons - and their undead counterparts - shall be given the choice to come here to perform the tasks I just mentioned - and learn from the assorted knowledge themselves in the process. In addition, I am to be allowed to spread the blessing of effective oratory without interference amongst your creations." He offered his hand. "Do we have a deal?"

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-08, 09:32 PM

Ixth examines the gift, and sighs,"Ah, such subtle nuances make your creations beautiful. You must inspire the fiercest poets with your work," he curved his mouth into a small smile,"Oh, you intrigue me Savvy, giving me such things as cruelly slipping someone's freedom from their fingers, all while they believe they still hold it firmly in their hands, ha ha, you will be the end of me." He procures a huge tome,"All of the works of literature ever written, there's even a section that would relate to you."

"Thank you. It's good to hear my work is appreciated, and your gifts are quite pleasing as well," the Unconstant says, smiling at him, and placing the tome on a shelf in the Night-Keep at the center of Netheli. "Now... What to make..."

Savorla stares off at the worlds thoughtfully, wondering what to give him, before suddenly smiling, and producing an intricate device, about twice the size of an organ.

"This contains, and can play, every piece of music ever created. And, if you knows what you're looking for, even if you can't remember the tune or the words, only the sense of it, it can find that, as well as that, if you simply want music to evoke a mood, or fit the one you're in, it will pick the that best suited to that."

AgentIndy

2012-02-08, 09:52 PM

"Oh, I'll be making good use of this," Ixth puts on some ambient music,"Should we make our way to the villa?"

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-08, 10:07 PM

Savvy grins, and hops to her feet.

"Certainly. Though I admit, I'd like to know what, exactly, the owner is going to be doing while we borrow it. Certainly, you have a right, but it does seem a bit rude to kick them out of their home, even if only for a while..."

Q'telun

2012-02-08, 10:17 PM

AgentIndy

2012-02-08, 10:25 PM

bryn0528

2012-02-09, 01:26 PM

Pasc spiraled out above the cosmos, in the heavens of the mortal plane. A thousand tiny notes sang out, falling, into mortal eyes. He showed them the First Art, the Art of Mortality. The mortals learned how to kill and, more importantly, how to die. It was so in the songs they sang and knew in their hearts. Taught once and shown again, Pasc vowed to not let the mortals fall into such disrepair again.
TABBut the time of the First Art was coming to an end. Yes, mortals knew how to kill with swords and guns; Pasc showed them how to wield their weapons for the utmost Grace. But wasn't there enough death in the world? Sure, it was beautiful destruction, but their ways were getting bloodier and bloodier. There was too little else in life, for Pasc.

The Second Art
If the First Art created order among the chaos, governing the rules of combat and such, then surely the second art must do the same. But instead of exalting death, creating sacrifice, and honoring heroes out of murderers, the Second Art would do well to control death and limit its bony hands.
TAB"Oh sacred Dream," Pasc spoke to the oozing star wound, "Deliver now my new message. Tell the people to gather, to become whole. Give them the visions of journeys to a land far beyond their homes, on the back of Zalsaram. Tell them to gather and to rule their lands without further influence of the god's petty warring. Go now and deliver unto the dreaming prophets a message of a new land, and of a new beginning."
TABAnd so once again the stars fell from their lofty heavens and into the eyes of sleeping mortals. Those blessed with this sight saw in their dreams a haven, a mortal land not poisoned with despair or with happiness. A place was being given to them, one that would be a place for them to carve their own fortune and names out of the land. So it was so.
TABPasc flew with speed to follow his Mother's lover, the World Itself. He opened a wound on his palm, and allowed the ichor to drop into his seas. "I apologize," he said, alone. "I apologize for this intrusion of Your Most Holy Body, but Mirrodin is simply not to my tastes." Where the golden drops fell, the water crystallized into dusky rock. An island was born from the waters, a floating island. Pasc gave it life, and life flourished in the radiance of Zalsaram. He gave it stillness, so that all would not perish in the radiance of Zalsaram. And, most unlike Zalsaram, he gave it regularity. The lands of this island would bloom trees that grew flowers and fruit, not horse meat or bronze. Precious metals would be in the heart of the single mountain that grew, wood from the forests that quietly blanketed the back of the Floating Isle.
TABAnd so a land was made, and all were invited. Not everyone heeded Pasc's call, but those that did were rewarded with the nubile and virgin island, unmolested and pure. Structure was given in the form of sight, and so the numerous invited races banded together, for the first time, and structured their very own government, free from the influence of others thus far. It was an interesting dynamic, for the races were not always peaceful, but soon bounty would come from the confluence of different ideas and cultures and technologies. And so came the Second Art, the Art of Sovereignty.
Pasc's AP = 3. (8) + (3 [Refresh, 04.2.2012]) - (1 [Bless; Combat Bonus]) - (2 [Create Land; The Floating Isle]) - (3 [Infuse Terrain; Floating Isle]) - (2 [Form Organization; Sovereignty of the Floating Isle]).
The Floating Isle is a large island (roughly half the area of Australia) that comprises of mostly plains, but a large mountain in its center. Rivers and lakes do not exist, thought there is a plentiful source of water via aquifer. This land is Pasc's land, therefore it embodies natural beauty; the vegetation is lush, the vistas are impressive, and the soil has an impressive bronze quality. I'm also going to say that Pasc's influence on the land deters most of the harmful radiation, or that it confers some blessing to its people that lets them mind it not so much (the bronze colored rocks, not actually bronze as in the metal, seem to be the source of this shielding). The Sovereignty houses its capital on this island (their only claimed land at this point) and is comprised of varying mortal races (the Aeron, Ilian, Minotaur, Goblin, Fey.). Undead, Fae, and Eldmeri are not among the numbers, as Pasc considers all to be non-mortal races.

Steilos

2012-02-09, 03:43 PM

Vemrya smiles, both in the gray realms and the void, and logic smiles and extends his hand grasps Tiresias'. "We have an accord. None of me will have any objection to the dead retaining free will or learning."

Tiresias nods, still showing no emotion. "Very well. I shall make preparations, then go talk to Belithia about the soul part of the deal. I'm glad that we could come to an arrangement on this." Then a door opens up behind Vemrya, leading to the Meeting of the Gods. Just to, yknow, save him the trail back.

After Logic had departed, the Temporal Council set about his task with gusto. Firstly, the undead below were obliterated, and their remains returned to the graves from which they rose. Then, one man on the surface of Mirrodin began to get visions of the undead, but not the zombies the Aerons had seen before. His mind was filled with ghosts and perfectly preserved corpses, walking, talking, smiling and laughing like ordinary Aerons. Every day these waking dreams haunted the man and on the twentieth day, Jasper Marwerth fell out his bed screaming, a giant imaginary gloved hand reaching out to him in his sleep. He did not know it at the time, but the middle-aged man had become the first Council Necromancer.

Then, the Temporal Council reappeared at the Gathering of the Gods next to Belithia, about to approach the Goddess of Love and Causality rather tentatively. Did she even understand logic, reason or dealmaking? Was there any sanity in this goddess at all? He was not looking forward to this...

AP:11/15
Bless: The undead do not rot and are instantly returned to the earth upon destruction. The Aeron bless of disintegration means that they'll be limited to things like liches or ghosts until someone drums up a way to create bodies for the dead, but the bless still applies whenever possible. (1 AP)
Bless: All new undead now retain their souls and are sentient, and cannot be raised against their will. (1 AP)
Raise Hero: Marwerth, Chairman of the Board of Post Mortem Magicks (1AP)
Create Organisation: Council Necromancers (2AP)
-Basically Necromancers without the EVULZ. Well, they can keep them if they want, and nobody's stopping someone from raising some evil people who want to come back, but the Council Necromancers exist to police that kind of thing, as they'd rather not have to deal wth all of that Xulos nonsense again.

Remaining AP: 6/15
Grabbing the Necromancy(Sentient Undead) domain tomorrow, methinks. And then the Knowledge(Written Records) one as soon as possible afterwards.

mystic1110

2012-02-14, 06:32 PM

Belithia with many others hearts smiles at her brothers and brood, kisses them each in turn, and then simply vanishes into the void. There was something...something about his day - that made her love abound, pour out and multiply!

She fulfilled Zalsaram's ancient request, she knelled down to the world and the world god, and plucked Hotei from the shadows of reality which he hid and spread.

In remembrance of your creation and gifts of joy, I will tell you the secret of true happiness and I will give you new legs to spread it around the universe.

Belithia, spoke to Hotei... of actually joy. Oblivion. Non-being. The joy of assimilation, for oblivion was the act of non-becoming, and non -becoming was the act of becoming part of nonexistence. Yet existence was nonexistence, so oblivion was becoming existence. Oblivion was assimilation into the essence of everything and nothing. Singularity. For existence and nonexistence were one and the same. Oblivion allowed one to be part of everything. Oblivion was rebirth. Rebirth was to be part of Belithia. Belithia was oblivion and oblivion was Belithia.

She smiles and tears off her arm.... her blood and flesh and relativistic metals of her other forms encased Hotei, who was till now simply reality. But no longer. Hotei was a construct of the literal flesh of a god yet a reality onto himself.

Hotei became the race of Sekot.

The Sekot are innumerable. If the Kuthriks were endless, then the Sekot were beyond that. They existed in the void - and within themselves. Together, they were a reality into themselves. Each of them was a spindled mass needles with no humanoid shape or even a shape of any known fauna or flora. They were Eldritch Abominations. And they had no color - for they were oblivion. Yet they were beautiful beyond comprehension. Anything looking at a Sekot would weep at their beauty.

But beauty was dangerous. Any actual material that they would touch would simply become another Sekot. To be Sekot was to be connected to every other Sekot and absolutely nothing else. To be Sekot was to live in Sekot for they lived in a paradise within themselves. The joy of oblivion.

Yet they had there own society. They worshiped the arm of Belithia, not Belithia herself. They worshiped the arm of a god, that tore Hotei asunder and gave birth to them. They had nobility. They had Castes. They had priests. They has servants and warriors. But they were all exactly the same. Any one of them could be Overlord, and anyone of them could be a slave at any given time. One-who-was-to-be-Sekot would not understand. But they will. Eventually for everything that was not sekot was One-who-was-to-be-Sekot. Everything.

But this reality was still far away, for they lived in the recesses of the void. Far far away...

Belithia with many other hearts smiled as she looked at the horrors she created.... her arm slowly growing back, so far just a mass of sinew. Love truely was in the air today. She was in the air today. Today was a day of excitement

AP 10 (2 roll overs)

Create AP 5 Race: Sekot: when i have time ill explain.... but they are an amalgamation between the following sci fi races Yuuzhan Vong (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Yuuzhan_Vong), Flood (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flood_%28Halo%29), Tyranids (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyranids), but most of all they are based on the Excrucians (http://nobilis.wikia.com/wiki/Excrucians)

Create Ap 5 Concept: Oblivion: The kind where you dont simply die or vanish you disappear from history as if you had never existed.

Happy Valentines! :smallbiggrin:

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-14, 07:26 PM

"Oh Savvy, it belongs to my chosen, Jay. He is currently off in far lands, making small talk with foreign ladies. The villa will be all ours until he gets back, it's wonderfully, you can enjoy Zalsarsam's sunrise, while enjoying Mirrordin's moon set, all while looking up the Dream's noon." He took her by the hand,"Shall you follow my lady?"

The Unconstant smiles, and nods, the layer of ice that seems to lay over her eyes appearing to thin.

"I will, Dream-king. The question is, will you lead me there? You're the one that knows the path, after all... Though my lands are cloaked in night, that doesn't mean I have a stronger connection to the Dream than others. Perhaps a weaker one, really, since I've never had to find it again."

Draken

2012-02-14, 07:44 PM

Stench. Palpable, visible even, like a flammable foul gas, not that anything upon the Dark World was not flammable. That smell was specially so. A holy day with no purpose besides appeasing the Capricious Mother. Kruthiks were set free to wander the fields outside the cities, her irksome colors draped over walls and windows. It was one of the most detestable traditions the mortals had carried over from Mirrodin, really.

Zalsaram and his thousand elemental shards truly despised it all. The smell in the air chafed at his vents.

Zalsaram specially hated that this whole thing took even the slightest of his attention from more pressing matters.

Pressing matters like those happening at the Great Abyss, where his servants raised a tower...

Zalsaram, The Great Abyss

What chasm in this world or any other could match the Great Abyss, a depression so deep that darkness itself ran from the searing blood ozzing at its bottom, an unthinkable, heavy light without any kind of radiance as a sun or the glare of the Leviathan, a crater so wide its edges where lost to sight even in the horizonless Zalsaram.

And in the middle of it - but not really, how could any ever find its center? - the labor a countless mutants and elementals gave rise to a tower, a tower whose building blocks may very well have been taken from and ultimately crafted the Abyss. Tall as it were, it barely hit half the heigh of the central rise of the Dark World. Its sides were inscrbed with litanies and tales of all the gods, ending with the final death of the first kinslayer, Xulos, his image reaching impotently to the sky, his feet pushing away from the tarnished metal and scarlet, bloody glass of the tower.

Far, far, far (... far) below, at the city that surrounded the spire, countless suplicants sang the litanies of Zalsaram, they wanted not for him to see, only for him to give his blessing, to make use of their effort.

He did. And a drop of water fell on the image of Xulos, and then many seconds later, the first drop of rain fell next to a mutant. They mortals and elementals then ran for shelter, like many - or any - other things, Zalsaram's rain was noxious.

It took no one no time to to notice that the drops were clear and they did not sizzle the stonework nor mar the metal ramparts, nor did the pools release any fumes. It took long, however, for the first brave soul to go out and taste the rain, what was the surprise of these folk when he did not melt away into a dross of flesh and mucus, it did not compare to their surprise when he said it was clear - if salty - water.

The rain never stopped, in time it flooded the Abyss and made a sea, and that city had to raise great walls to contain the water, and eventually it had to grow upwards and abandon its lower reaches. In but a few decades of never-ending downpour it had risen to the level of the shores of the Abyssal Sea, the original structures long since drowned, but still inhabited by those elementals and mutants with an affinity for water.

Some flew up the spire, they flew and flew until the sky and rain gave way to great walls of water, and then these walls receded and once again there was sky, but not the bleak sky of Zalsaram, and all around them there was nothing but water where the eye could see.

Mirrodin

The world trembled as divine energy rippled across the sky as scarlet thunder. Somewhere amid the great ocean a whirlpool formed it spiraled down for hours, until finally it grew tired and the water simply fell down upon itself as if from the edge of a cliff. A hole in the ocean, its sheer walls leading down to nowhere in this world.

It was not long before men and women and the spirits of Zalsaram rose from its depths, from this unthinkable physical link between two worlds so diferent from one another. In their wake came a roar of the Leviathan, making the world shudder as his veins crept in.

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Zalsaram

The million, million teeth of the Leviathan twisted into a grin, the first since... Well, the first ever. Zalsaram stopped caring for the limitation Belithia gave in the crossing of worlds, trying to understand it had proven futile and he despised having ever tried to, he despised the time wasted on it. When the answer was so simple... Such ephemera were meaningless, after all. It was insubstantial, distance, empty space. Easy to twist, easy to crush, easy to break.

Soon, all creation would be Zalsaram, as it should always have been.

10 AP

2 AP, Create Plane: Breakthrough. Like all planes of Zalsaram, it does not actually have a name, as it is merely a portion of his body. Breakthrough is a direct, physical link between Zalsaram and Mirrodin, any being can cross it despite emotional state. The one current opening is, however, much easier to cross from Mirrodin to Zalsaram than the other way around, however. As it is a hole, a big, big hole.

2 AP, Create Land: [Mirrodin] The Taint. Zalsaram's veins creep into Mirrodin by means of Breakthrough, causing the area surrounding the oepning to become unto Zalsaram, an extension of the Dark World.

6 AP left.

AgentIndy

2012-02-14, 11:30 PM

Ixth looked at the remmant of Lao's dynasty, and saw that they were constructing a marvel for Lao's successor, Jay. A prototype, combining both the most powerful Fae contracts, a bit of Zalsarsam's maltech, and mad science to fuse life, and machine together in unholy harmony. This thing was humanoid, and about 60' feet tall. On the surface, it was covered in a thick layer of armor, with lines that channel Fae energy from the pilot to the limbs. The armor seemed fairly modular, and could be modified to include specialized parts.

Underneath the armor was a writhing mass of muscle, and tentacles moving around. Three eyes were on the head, each facing an unnatural direction. On the right hand, another eye grew on the back of the hand. The spine had serrated spines coming out from it. It had all the vital organs of a normal life form, but it had about four or five redundant systems each, the monstrosity even had three spines and two auxiliary nervous systems. Each limb had it's own heart, and even decapitation would only **** it off. The whole thing was to function as a 'mount' for an extremely powerful Fae, with the control capsule having to be inserted into an interface that connects all three spinal cords of the beast. The blood of the 'mount' is pressurized, which causes injuries to be quite dangerous, and messy.

The pilot would have to interface directly with the nervous system to pilot this, and then supply massive amounts of Fae Energy to calm the beast. And Ixth found this to be good.

"BioSynthetic Lifeform, prototype, code name 'Fusion' ready for testing sequence."

AP:5
Create Artifact:'Fusion' BioSynthentic Assault Platform-2
Gain Domain:Science(Mad Science)-3
5 from mad science
2 from 'Fusion'

AgentIndy

2012-02-15, 06:48 AM

Last Heir? Stupid. But your names are all stupid, same goes for Alpha and the others - seriously. But Jay? Now there's a name. Nice and short. Not to many vowels. Anyway you must be the brat who's was killed by his own master huh? You must love that *******, Alpha then. Well then go **** yourself. ****in Alpha - thinks he's so powerful. Ha, simply a slave to dear old dad and mom. Anyway what do you want? Queen Bitch here was just about to crown me or something.

"Well," Jay chuckled a little bit,"I was here to discuss with the Golden Queen why my kingdom's borders have decreased drastically during the regime change.But that brings up, a peculiar situation. You are trying to claim a position that is already filled..." his smile turned into a frown,"That means the only way to the throne is by the trials of combat."

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-15, 07:13 AM

bryn0528

2012-02-15, 10:29 AM

Pasc stood motionless above the island, above his island. It felt so wonderful to claim it as his own. He had claimed beauty, before, and harmony and grace, but this was different. This was land, not an idea. He knew it was perhaps the more valiant effort to claim and uphold ideas, but deep down inside there was something visceral and true about claiming your own land. It was the ability to come home.

The Muse
Hammers pounded, saws filed. The forests were lush and relatively harmless (for compared to anything on Zalsaram, this was a harmless place), and so the Sovereignites built and built. They built a great pier within the calm bays, to welcome forth everyone coming for their own liberation. Overnight, outposts popped into existence deeper into the island. Mines grew, tumors on the mountain, and rails were laid, connecting the dotted cities. Maltech, that dark technology so integral to the Leviathan, didn't seem to have much of a place on the island (truly it seemed that whatever protection from the radiated energies of the Hateful Snake caused the maltech to fail as well), though the other technologies made notable presence.
TABBut still, the Wilderness was King. The growing mouths and booming population seemed to little deter the lush lands, seemed little to deplete the resources at the foot of the mountain. This was a land made to bring riches to those who worked their hands, and She would not falter so soon to Her own birth.
TABBut still came the things that crawled in the night. Fey, natural upholders of the glorious nature, named them Bestia, and thought them sacred and holy. Others, still, named them Night Terrors, and found the ghostly creatures disturbing. Whatever the case, these things were beautiful on all accounts.
TABA young Minotaur poet, Titenwulf, trying his hand out for the Romantic lifestyle, wrote the following of his experiences;

My King
A fresh, virgin coat of fallen leaves
Stain the forest floor gold, bronze, and rust.
Dawn has yet to break,
Pale fingertips content
To caress the horizon's edge.
A fat, opulent moon blemishes
The indigo Sky, and silky Light
Lays itself gently through the dying canopy.
I chant the songs of my Ancestors:
My Heart a raging drum,
My Spear the quivering string of some
Exotic and strange instrument.
A ghost cries though the woods,
And birds fly beneath my feet.
I soar and swallow the ground in two bites.
He is coming, he is coming.
Standing before me, proud,
Wearing his gilt crown which
Spreads like branches atop his stag head.
My spear hesitates, but the Wind finds me
And I leap! the quaking metal finds
His side and sinks between the ribs.
I have missed his heart.
His eyes flare with Fear and he bounds
Away into the sacred trees.
Rushing now, my breath failing,
I give him chase.
Wait! My King! I would call into this madness
Were it to give only a second's relapse.
Were it in my power, I would worship now
This Beast and its Flesh.
O, I would worship this frail Earth
And the Teeth that turn Life to Death.
But glory be to what gods above!
He takes to a knee, his heart still racing.
The King is dead,
I see him gasping for mercy, laid in his bed of rust.
He calls for life with his dying breath.
With sweet Pity, I give myself to him,
I give the edge of my deerbone knife.
My King, he grins now,
Crimson across his throat.
With the greatest of ease, I pull myself
Into his Skin.
Ah! Life surrounds my racing heart.
Flesh fills my barren mouth.
Blood trickles down my arid throat.
O, how I worship this frail Earth
And these Teeth that turn death to life.
I am My King, my entrails wrapped around his
And Embraced beneath this visceral skin.
It is my comforting blanket in the night.
It is my home in these dark storms.
Dawn breaks in the east and I smile.
Crimson sings across my throat,
A spear hangs in my side.

Pasc drums his fingers. "He really is something, isn't he?" he says to the nothing and those that might choose to gather and watch what he does next. Pasc draws in his breath and exhales. It travels like winds into Titenwulf, and Titenwulf can feel the very presence of Pasc reverberate there.
TAB"Let's make things a little more interesting, shall we? Titenwulf, I claim you as my first Muse." And Pasc smiles a wide and hopeful smile. "And won't you be something?"
Pasc's AP = 4. (3) + (3 [Refresh; 11.2.2012]) - (1 Create MR1 Life, Bestia]) - (1 [Raise Hero, The Muse]) ).

Bestia are the feral lifeforms unique to the island. They don't hold any supernatural powers, though it may be believed as such, and they certainly seem more intelligent than other animals. Their presence in the forests of the island is holding up mass deforestation.

The Muse is, as you can clearly see, Pasc's chosen hero. The Muse will be a person of great influence to Beauty, Harmony, and Grace. When the Muse passes away, he leaves his gift to another, and so on and so forth.

AgentIndy

2012-02-15, 03:33 PM

The Unconstant smiles, and nods, the layer of ice that seems to lay over her eyes appearing to thin.

"I will, Dream-king. The question is, will you lead me there? You're the one that knows the path, after all... Though my lands are cloaked in night, that doesn't mean I have a stronger connection to the Dream than others. Perhaps a weaker one, really, since I've never had to find it again."

Ixth thought for a little bit,"The Dream beckons all, the call is no quieter or louder where ever you are. But yes, I will lead you," he created a staircase, and descended it, until he reached a mirror. He touches it, and the piece of glass ripples, as he walks through.

mystic1110

2012-02-15, 04:34 PM

Alpha wandered after his battle with infinity - searching for a way to move all or mirroden's creation back to Zalsaram, when he appeared on the taint and beheld the Breakthrough. He smelled his father - he saw his father. His father was obviously disappointed in him - for he had obsoleted him. What use was he now, that his father himself came to take what was rightfully his.

He knelt by the event horizon of the Breakthrough and offered him father a simply query, not expecting to be heard. For even though he was the most powerful mortal in existence - he was still a mortal. Why would the leviathan care about him?

What is my purpose now father? What is the purpose of the brood now?

----

Infinity contorted and threw the Golden Queen to the floor - clearly angry.

****! Did you feel that?! Daddy! Bah! I was going to kill Queenie over here - use her Fae and provoke yours. Have ourselves a grand little war. But whats the point now? Huh? Daddy is destroying it now as we speak. He beat me too it. **** it. You can have the throne - and the bitch here can keep her jewellery as well.

The Last Heir began to walk toward Jay and was standing facing the other way shoulder to shoulder

You want to come with? I can't do it alone, I might as well try to kill One before Dad beats me too it again. You want him to die as well? You can't do it alone; unless you're okay with Dad doing it for you.

Indy if you want me to kill the queen let me know - i forgot all about our previous plans sorry - i can make a decent ret con or something up if you want me to do that

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-15, 04:55 PM

AgentIndy

2012-02-15, 06:08 PM

Down the stair, dancing lightly from step to step, and through the mirror, the Kingbreaker follows Ixth into the Dream, realm of changes and contracts, its nature defined by the perceptions of those inside, and thus changing whenever one's gaze shifts, looking around curiously when she enters.

When she looks around, she sees that she is on top of a marble dome, with towers jutting out of it. An aqueduct exits the base of the dome, and a stream of lava exits the dome, and creates a magma'fall. The entire structure rested upon the summit of a mountain. On one horizon rests Zalsarsam, while on the other horizon rested the Realm of the Dream,"Welcome, to the Crossing."

----

A cruel smile rose upon Jay's face,"Yes, that would be excellent." A mechanical carrier pigeon flew onto his finger and spoke,"The weapon is done my lord," the smile upon his face was terrifying.

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-15, 07:07 PM

AgentIndy

2012-02-15, 07:51 PM

"Hmm.... This is a nexus, then, I take it? Sitting on the border between worlds, but in none of them, and granting access to the Dream, the World-god, and the Void?", the Mistress of the Scorned asks, smiling, apparently entranced by the patterns of the lava flow. "Or is it normally only the Dream and Zalsaram, with the Void being connected only for our convenience? Or is this the home of your Chosen, who, of course, walks in both, and thus needs easy access?"

"This is a Crossing between Zalsarsam, the Dream, Mirrordin, and the Void.Very few of these spots exist, and the sunrises are a thing of beauty. Only your beaty surpasses them," Ixth makes a wide arm motion,"And this may not last forever, why don't we enjoy it?"

mystic1110

2012-02-15, 08:17 PM

Alpha continued to look into the sky of mirroden and the Breakthrough looking at his father the world-god. He knew and didn't dare call attention upon himself.... but - he had no clue what else to do.

----

The Sekot didn't exist in history, perhaps only gods could actually know they were within reality. And yet they saw history and knew that it was One-who-was-to-be-Sekot. And they begun to converge upon the point of reality. First the brightest point of existence. The sun and the beam of light protruding from it. Even that light if it would touch their forms would become Sekot. For even light was One-who-was-to-be-Sekot.

But that history that was to be and not be was still far away. The Sekot moved slowly. There was no rush. The priests had consulted Hotei and the Palm of the Mother within themselves. The decayed deified flesh and sentient reality told them to wait. Soon the bright One-who-was-to-be-Sekot will become Sekot. Soon, enough.

----

The Last Heir smiled at Jay

Hmpf! Toys! Whatever. Lead the way young kingling.

AgentIndy

2012-02-15, 08:57 PM

Jay took a carriage to his capitol, and entered the Research and Development lab, bringing the Last Heir along. Standing sixty feet tall, this humanoid monstrosity was a sight to behold. Jay laughed as he viewed it, "This is the Prototype of project FUSION, do you like how it looks?"

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-15, 10:49 PM

"This is a Crossing between Zalsarsam, the Dream, Mirrordin, and the Void.Very few of these spots exist, and the sunrises are a thing of beauty. Only your beaty surpasses them," Ixth makes a wide arm motion,"And this may not last forever, why don't we enjoy it?"

"Some of the things Pasc has made come close, at least... And assuredly, we will make things fairer yet, in time. But they are indeed beautiful, and I can see no reason not to enjoy it. It's not as though we're bound to any mortal constraints of time," Savorla agrees, drawing a large couch, covered in dark purple velvet in from her plane, and settling herself upon it to watch their surroundings.

AgentIndy

2012-02-15, 11:17 PM

"Some of the things Pasc has made come close, at least... And assuredly, we will make things fairer yet, in time. But they are indeed beautiful, and I can see no reason not to enjoy it. It's not as though we're bound to any mortal constraints of time," Savorla agrees, drawing a large couch, covered in dark purple velvet in from her plane, and settling herself upon it to watch their surroundings.

Ixth almost looked sad,"Time is fleeting..:even for gods."

Draken

2012-02-15, 11:21 PM

Alpha in the Taint

Zalsaram does not work in misterious ways. When he acts, when he directs others to act, it is always a very obvious thing.

Not rare was the elemental who deviated into the path of mutation, and those who did were heralds of magnificent glory and beasts of unthinkable nightmare. Hydareon, Duke of All Fathoms, was one such elemental, the three-faced beast that ruled the City Upon The Abyss.

Hydareon was Alpha's answer, the bearer of his father's word, because elementals were not so much His spawn and thus his brothers and sisters, as they were His shards and thus his aunts and uncles. And so, the Duke spoke.

"Kruthik, it is not becoming of you to think. Why do you not walk this unwholesome land and feed upon it for the glory of The World?"

TechnOkami

2012-02-16, 04:55 AM

The great splitting of the sea and a maelstrom now churning within its watery vastness did not go deaf to Calderas, as even he now heard its cataclysm. Flying over the world itself, he flew to the epicenter of the abyssal hole itself, where now churning and rooting itself within the material prime was the Leviathan, the fish of a deity who would swim in these oceans, and make it all a part of himself.

He looked up, and saw with his divine vision the other deities who moved with their own machinations. A God of the dead, Mephistar, who recently announced that the mortals themselves have lost faith in even the deities. A goddess of immeasurable beauty, who would tempt even the Gods to her bedchambers. And a mad goddess of eternal love, who would swallow all in it for the simple sake of, such was her nature. As well as the ethereal vastness of the rest of the pantheon, they and their designs too did not go unnoticed by Calderas, as he watched in silence the actions of his brothers and sisters...

...and it angered him, greatly.

Within himself would be lit a flame which would forever burn with an eternal blaze of fire, eating him whole until he became the fire itself, and forever the warden of its purpose. Pulling his terrible sword from its sheath, its edges ignited by flames eternal, he let it float and dance in the air, the flames circling 'round its form. He stared into the sky one last time, and saw therein his purpose, his calling, the very reasoning for his existence.

"You were right Mephistar. There is no one who watches over humanity, no one who guides them, no one to carry them under their own wings. That changes today."

Calderas looked down at the deity beneath him, the great eye of the beast fixed upon him.

"Can you hear me down there, Zalsaram? No doubt your ears have reached even here, he who would make all a part of himself."

Floating, with wings of glorious flame, Calderas spoke.

"I have made a decision about what I am to do with my given power. This is only hinted to be false by a single god other than myself, but for the vast majority of the deities? They do not care about the mortals. They do not care for their daily plight, what they have to go through as mere pawns to be flicked away by the fingers of death, their bounds ground into the burning sands of a desert eternal. I... have opted to give the silent a voice."

The blade turned towards Calderas, its edges glowing a deep incendiary red.

"For too long, the gods have watched and tinkered with the world, all in an attempt to bend it to their will, but what good has that done for mortality? Nothing I say, nothing. For too long has humanity been led in the dark, walking within a void from beings of the void itself. I not of the void, am a god born of mortal will. Even if they do not realize it, mortality itself holds power, and they deserve better."

Calderas grabs the blade by its burning edges, his entire being lit ablaze by its heat.

"I will forever lead mortals on the path of good, and teach them what is right in this world. But first, I must amend a wrong I have committed. A god has stepped upon the world, and now one is attempting to bind himself to it... never again!"

There, the deity plunged his sword into his chest, piercing his fiery contents, and all his divine power exploded out of him. It twitched and danced as a column of flame, but soon took the form of a massive churning blaze of fire, forming a sphere. This pyroclastic ball grew, and grew, and grew, and grew! It filled the air, and even reached into space itself. This divine, golden white flame expanded until it matched the vastness of the great chasm below it... and then it sunk. It fell to the pit, its fires burning away at the foul protrusions of an alien world, sending them back to its master. The churning sphere burned at both the world and the toxic, caustic, poison abomination which breached it, and soon the very dimensions by which this breach had occurred had begun to crumble. A cylindrical hellfire began to spin as the very fabrics of the reality between the two worlds was incinerated to nothingness.

As the ashes settled, a new being had formed, reminiscent of a god who once was. The figure, tall in height, pulled a blade from its chest, which revealed its insides to still be wrought of eternal flame. It reached for its head, where it pulled off a helm of might and power. Hair as deep and blue as the depths of the sea unfurled themselves behind this crown of embers, and eyes of green emeralds looked at the now sealed breach between the worlds. In the distance, roars of dragons bellowed through the air, as golden energy seeped down deep into the earth, laying rest at its core and imbuing the world with its power. Wings of fire and light beat to the thumping of his heart... his physical, fleshy, ever-burning heart.
Ap: Irrelevant

Godhood: Sacrificed

Actions: Epic

Calderas is now a mortal hero, and is no longer a deity. His sword, armor, and shield are now all powerful artifacts which he wields. He can still produce wings of flame and fly with them, though he is limited as a mortal is limited, though he is still immortal. Fire has literally no affect on him, and he can still command the sun and flame as if he were a powerful sorcerer, but nothing to the level that he could previously. The dragons he created still revere him as their creator, as he now rides the first great drake of the flight, Setsuna.

More importantly: the breech between the worlds is all but severed, but in a far more important way than ever before. Calderas' divinity embedded itself within the prime material world itself, which will now enforce the rule I broke to the utmost extreme: a deity cannot step upon the world.

mystic1110

2012-02-16, 07:25 PM

Alpha looked up to Hydareon, and saw the entirety of the breakthrough burn away. And he was filled with rage.

Thank you uncle. The heart of Ixth had cursed me with intellect. Foolish of me to accept it. It is not for me to fight destiny and duty. Forgive me in the name of the father-world. I will hunt and destroy this world. No longer will I be subject to the whims of fancy and cleverness. And I promise you this - I will aim for the one who destroyed the fathers arm which tried to grasp this false world. Not first, for all in my path will be torn asunder. Please follow me if and watch his work be done.

With that Alpha left the taint. He left in search of Calderas. Not to bring despair, but to simply rend him apart for his affront to the world-god. All creatures - minotaurs, fey, fae, human, illian were demolished in front of alpha as we cut a bloody swath in search of Calderas.

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Last Heir Whistled

Pretty nice gig you have up here - make me one and i think it'll be good enough to kill ALpha. But your perception should have given you some hint of whats going on in the world. What are we going to do? Simply kill something for revenge - and then come back here to Dream and bicker? Mirroden will be lost to the world-god eventually. Do you care?

Steilos

2012-02-16, 08:24 PM

Tiresias watched Belithia tear her arm off and do... things with it, rather bemused by the whole spectacle. Following the Goddess of a Whole Lot of Different Things into the void, he coughed loudly to get her attention. Goddess of Sweetest Agony, I have a proposal for you. Those souls locked within your heart, some, well, some of them are discontent. Well, as discontent as they can be under the circumstances. You see, they died a little too soon for their tastes. They never got to experience and love the world as fully as they wanted, and many still yearn for a second chance to walk the material. I'm here to ask you if I can take them from your heart to grant them their wish, by granting them immaculate undead forms. Consider it a memorial to dear departed Xulos, if you will." If a temporal anomaly of divine power could be nauseous, Tiresias would have totally wretched right now.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the Temporal Council...
"BLEARRGHUGUHRGHKKK."
"Oh for... Someone clean up after Tiresias The Mortal Incarnation? Third infinity down, second from the left."
"I warned him about mortal manifestations and taking on a biological form. But would he listen? Noooo..."
"Oh do shut up, Tiresina."
"But all I said was-"
"All you did was sanctimoniously prattle for the last five hundred years. Give it a rest! Nobody has been able to hear themselves think!"
"Can you thnk? Do you even have a brain, Tiresias the Nonexistant? Come to think of it, how do we even know you're really here?"
"Urrgghh... I'm sure this is all very stimulating but I'd like some help over here..."
"I hereby table a motion that we procure a bucket for the immediate use of Tiresias The Mortal Incarnation. All in favour?"
"Aye."
"Aye."
"Oh sweet Void AYE!!"
"...this may be the fastest decision the Council has ever taken..."

mystic1110

2012-02-16, 08:40 PM

Belithia with many other hearts looked and laughed at Tiresias, and smiled warmly and touched his chest with her arm that was still sinew and broken veins, her other form showed the restructuring arm as twisted metal.

My dear proper son. Who are you at the moment? What agreement is there in that heart to of yours? So precious and fragile it is, so full of discontent and beauty. I admire it.

She looked within him and as the goddess who made him, and as the goddess of hearts she opened her eyes in a vast chamber. The chamber of Tiresias's heart. And within each Tiresias within that chamber she appeared in their hearts as well within their own councils within infinity. And she smiled at each Tiresias and smiled from without each Tiresias.

Souls? Souls my dear are always with me. They are with me before they are born, during and after. Time is endless and eternal. There is no present and future and past. Just existence and destiny. You don't know what they yearn for - for they yearn to be with me - for they are me and I am them. Do you understand? You may take as many souls as you wish and shower them with your own love, I love to share with my beloved children. The souls don't belong to me. But they will return eventually in time - everything does in the end. Even you my dear. Singularity and oblivion everything is the same.

She smiles at the assembled incarnations of Tiresias, knowing that they want a clear answer

Yes, my dear - you may take the souls from my heart - but currently dear Ixth has my heart - I wanted him to finally experience something, so I gave it to him. Please take care of him, he's so fragile

With that Belithia with many others hearts withdrew from inside Tiresias and once again the only Belithia that Tiresias could perceive was the one caressing him.

AgentIndy

2012-02-16, 08:45 PM

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Last Heir Whistled

Pretty nice gig you have up here - make me one and i think it'll be good enough to kill ALpha. But your perception should have given you some hint of whats going on in the world. What are we going to do? Simply kill something for revenge - and then come back here to Dream and bicker? Mirroden will be lost to the world-god eventually. Do you care?

"Hmm, another one would take some time....along with calibration to your specific genetic structure...but it could be done. There's another frame, the body must be grown though," Jay entered a elevator which took him to the neck of the cyborg,"We should attempt to first find a way to block Zalsarsam's gaze. This synthetic life form maybe the first step in stopping it. Burning the leaves will leave the plant alive, you must poison the root..."

Draken

2012-02-17, 12:13 AM

First things first. I forgot to raise Hydareon as a hero on my last post, so 1 AP to that effect. This post thus starts me at 5 AP.

Pain is an ailment of the flesh, it holds no meaning to the minerals that shape the flesh of Zalsaram.

But still, The World feels, to this day he hates that it is so, and knows that even such hatred is a product of the same feeling he despises so much. Hatred is much of what he knows in that ephemeral realm, indeed.

And hatred... Is what Zalsaram feels for Calderas in that moment when he sacrificed himself to purge The World from what is his by right. A hatred that boils the sky like the only the all-searing glare of the Leviathan can, his cataclysmic search scouring the surface of Mirrodin in his vain search for Calderas, vain indeed, because how could the Leviathan ever perceive something so minuscule as a single mortal?

While all of this goes on, the Breakthrough coils back from Mirrodin, wounded and bleeding, the stingered tail of The World is pulled down to recover amist the void.

Where his glare falls upon Illian lands, the earth withers and cracks, bringing to bear the ancient salt of depths of the sea.

Where it ravages Aeron lands, all is ground to silt and sand, leaving behind rolling dunes of pristine sand in a thousand crystalline hues shimmering beneath the less noxious light of the sun.

Elsewhere, its passing imprints his wrath upon the unwholesome world that briefly felt the magnificence of bearing the spirit of The Leviathan, and there the land is wounded, weeping its own molten blood at the violent parting.

5 AP

3 AP: Shape Land (Three different shape lands): Zalsaram creates three great deserts on the continents of Mirrodin, desolate wastelands of cracked and salted earth or rolling dunes or seared magmatic gorges, these are the landscapes left behind where his gaze lingers in search of Calderas.

This is also the beggining of (and most of, I will admit) Zalsaram's efforts to 'counter' the blockade.

2 AP left.

Demidos

2012-02-17, 01:37 AM

Sartangas looks out over the devastation, appalled. The spite of Zalsaram had in moments created deserts where once trees had bloomed, and had destroyed countless creatures, many of them small creatures of the woods that had done nothing to harm anyone. And this had no purpose -- worse, its only purpose was to destroy. To make things worse, a creature known only as Alpha was leaving its own trail of devastation, killing everything in a huge swath, indiscriminate.

He closed his eyes and breathed out. His breath became watery droplets, and then they coalasced more and more. The Sentali had been created - water with purpose, sentient. The Sentali whirled away as whirlpools, playing in the breeze before vanishing away into the newly created deserts. Deep within the deserts, they spread and spread. The land they touched became oasis, and then forest as they spread like wildfire. The deserts became swallowed up by the forests, and the imbued water they touched and merged with became almost as if alive - in fact, it was alive, hosting hundreds of Sentali in every stream, every river. And the Sentali infused those worthy ones that drank the water with their own essence and protection.

And then Sartangas reached out with his mind in search of someone who was willing to do battle with Alpha, that indiscriminate killer.

AP: 10
-5 Create race (Sentali): Race of personified water elementals, who communicate and think as one, and have the power to bestow telepathy and augment the powers of those who they deem worthy.
(Is that enough AP to spend countering the desert, or should I use alter land as well?)
The last part is because im not sure whats going on countering Alpha. Theres Omega, and then who is Last Heir? I assume calderas would be interested as well?
Edit: this is slightly embarrassing, but i seem to have misplaced the OOC. Could anyone please link it? :smallredface:

TechnOkami

2012-02-17, 02:03 AM

Demidos

2012-02-17, 02:40 AM

Calderas, after having thwarted the beginnings of the Leviathan's assimilation of the world to himself, now flew in the air on wings of flame, gliding towards the lands of his own desert paradise with an ever erupting solar volcano. He saw the great gaze of the one he rebuked nearly strike him, but each time the great deity missed, reducing the land below in sand, which then grew oasis'. Feeling the presence of Sartangas upon his now mortal mind nearly made him lose concentration on flight, but he managed to catch himself in time and keep his aerial position. Slowing to a still in the air, but still kept aloft by his wings, Calderas opened himself up to deity, and spoke.

"Well, I am a deity no longer, but it does not hurt to make your acquaintance. I am Calderas, and... who is this Alpha?"

"Greetings, once-god" says Sartangas. Calderas senses it is not said out of malice, but merely as fact. "Alpha is a creature, if such it can be called, that is the offspring of the mad goddess Belitha and the World-god Zalsaram, who poisoned so much of the world and killed so many only recently. Surely, even with your mortal magics, you must have noticed the destruction caused by him, the countless deaths caused by his creations of deserts, no, salt deserts in which nothing could grow nor survive. I have undone the worst of it, but now his son strides across Mirroden in a frenzy, killing mortals with abandonment. You who profess to so love the mortals, you can stop him. I can infuse you with power to help you destroy him, but it will take the both of us to stop him, especially now that you have so dramatically renouced your godhood to block passage to the mortal realm." Sartangas' voice becomes a bit rueful at the end, but inside his mind, Calderas can see the dark eyes of the living personification of nature staring back at him. "Will you help?"

bryn0528

2012-02-17, 11:56 AM

The world shuddered and shook, and the horizons spun out of control. A cord, drawn tight between two bodies, quivered and snapped. It reeled, lashed, and cut a swatch across the sky. The note was discordant and treacherous, so far merciless as to be an affront to seven different senses. It left behind it a wake of discord; lush lands burning away to desert only to be replaced with living water, and the greatest hunt the world had ever seen taking place (erupting the world into misery and chaos).
TABThis is what Pasc saw, the moment Calderas severed the connection Zalsaram had constructed. He found himself trembling in the wake of destruction that followed, his body seized with anger. He drew that sword that cut the sky itself, narrowed his eyes to slits. "They feud! See how they war amongst themselves, spitting and splitting ideals? I feel their war tremble the air, shatter my edification. It is offensive!" He comes to a boil like a thunderhead, his flimsy garments churning like sea and sky when provoked. "They will spoil the world, spoil my land, my island, my people? I say not." With a deafening crash, silk rips apart into terrible bronze. Pasc stands above the sky in beautiful, horrible armor. The black crown on his brow melts into fire. He lifts his sword and it focuses on a coming point. "Alpha," he says, breathy and heady. "Should you cross my borders, my sword will cross your heart."

Titenwulf reclined in the opening of an impressive archway, window really, of the elaborate white stone library. It was the beginning of the third generation on the island, and what was once mud and straw was now impressive stone. Stone! It was so glorious. It gleamed, white bone, against the brown-green foliage. The sea shimmered grey-green and silver to the other side. Wooden fishing ships dotted around the piers, approaching home as twilight began to fall. His whole world was here, on this island, even if to the other cultures it ran outdated. From the fishing harbor to the great mountain in the distance that speared the sky.
TABHe looked there now, at that impressive, singular peak. The Column, some had taken to naming it. Still others, the Spear, the Peak, and even the Mountain (in the varying tongues scattered, of course, for they still lacked a singular language). Titenwulf eyed the highest crag, or at least tried for the mountain was today wreathed in darkening clouds. The entire sky was a fine blanket of grey wool, and the breeze carried with it the scent of moisture. A grand storm was brewing, though to what purpose he did not know. He wished for the glass panes he knew other cities had in their windows (glass never reached the island, the weather remaining much too mild over the course of the year to justify the expensive need, and storms were a rare sight). The library would be a mess in the coming hours, even now as the keepers scrambled after scrolls sent flying by the gathering winds.
TABWhat angered their god so? The one who stood above the mountain and gave them a prosperous livelihood? Titenwulf knew the god well, all of the island did, for he was their loving shepherd and father, The Peace. But now he was vexed so, and quite not peaceful. Titenwulf leafed through the gazette once more, but found no trauma to offend their Beautiful Father. "It has to be related to the great tremble, those three weeks past," he recalled under his breath. "Though the cause of that none knows either. He certainly is angry about something."
TABA sudden shift of winds knocked an entire shelf over, scattering paper across the sandstone floors. Titenwulf sighed, secured his gazette, and joined the aides in gathering and securing the books. He stopped, though, at finding his own published poem ('My King', published by Court of Horses Est.) among the rest. It seemed to crawl towards him, with the shaking winds. Bemused, he scooped it up in a mighty, hairy hand (how it seemed so odd that such rough, calloused things they were wrote the softest of words). Standing there, holding his poem and reciting the lines inside his head, he felt the wind shift and enter his person. Titenwulf turned to the open windows, and looked out towards the distant mountain.
TABIt rushed forwards, like some crazed beast, tearing the land with greedy, crabbed hands. It ripped him up from the library, and he screamed it was so sudden. Up and up and up! Higher until the clouds swallowed him. There was nothing up here, nothing but distant stars and other bodies, all the clouds and the mountaintop below him. And Him. The Peace was before him, all gathered in arms.
TAB"Ah, Titenwulf, it is good to see you," the twenty foot tall figure spoke, his voice a beautiful, trembling clash of masculinity and femininity. "You have always been my most favored disciple. I suppose that is why I have chosen you, this day." He walked forward (walked! There was nothing below his feet, and yet this man walked as if naught but stone beneath those sandal'd toes), his battle armor gleaming like lightning and rain. "For you see, Titenwulf, I want you to be the carer of something very important." As he approached closer, the god seemed much smaller than before, until, when he was just three feet in front of Titenwulf, they stood at the same height.
TABIn a quick, yet careful, motion, Pasc grasped Titenwulf by the shoulders. He leaned in close, until their lips were separated by only the slightest of spaces. Titenwulf gasped with surprise, and the moment both their mouths were open, something crawled out of Pasc and into Titenwulf. It was like hot, foul air and it clawed its way down Titenwulf's throat and into his stomach. He felt it spread out through his limbs and it weighed him down. Gravity overcame, and he began to fall.
TABAs he fell, he saw his god, Pasc, slip backwards, as if weary. "Go now, Titenwulf, go and be my mortal embodiment. Go and do great things in the names of Beauty, Harmony, and Grace." And Titenwulf fell and fell a thousand feet until he was in his body. He was lying, spread eagle, on the library floor, aides and keepers all around, scrambling. He sat up.
TAB"I'm fine, I'm fine!" He ushered them away with batting hands. But when he stood he retched, and felt that breath inside him still. It wasn't a dream, he thinks to himself. The Peace has given me some part of himself into me. He cradled his stomach, thinking the taste of bile on his tongue would make him retch again. Someone brought him water, and he was thankful for that. He felt it move inside him again, and this time it didn't make him feel ill. It filled him with strength.

Q'telun

2012-02-17, 12:09 PM

Vemrya stared at what Zalsaram was attempting to do, and in the dark of his head, the voice spoke, 'Protect the people. Do not let them know me, for it will destroy them.'
And so Vemrya reached down to the Aeron lands, and breathed part of himself into it, to protect it from the taint.

AP 8
-3 infuse lands
-2 repeating guns
-3 gain domain Technology (guns)
2 ap making guns
3 ap cartridges
2 ap repeating guns
And now I'm intermediate, with 1 ap.

TechnOkami

2012-02-17, 05:26 PM

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-17, 06:09 PM

Savorla shuddered, unable, even with her talent for hiding her true feelings if she chose, to prevent the pain she felt when Zalsaram's gaze turned Nemehir to a blasted wreck from showing, and fled back to the Void, and the gathering of gods.

Looking down on the devastation, she wept. All that she had created in the mortal world, gone, with only the barren lump of rock on which it had once stood left to show she had done so at all. Even the Selithen, made in Netheli, had been utterly destroyed; not only killed, but reduced to nothing, for the fire of the World-God's eyes had burned away even their souls.

And for what? Retribution for another's crime. Calderas had taken it on himself to protect mortals, claiming - even with all she had done to guard them - that he was the only one who cared to do so, and destroyed much of what Zalsaram had made on Mirrodin, the incursion called the Breakthrough, which was the cause of The World's destruction of so much.

"Farewell, my kin. Tell Pasc, if he does not hear this himself, that, though I am sure what we would create together would be beautiful, I cannot hold to our agreement; I no longer have the heart for making anything, alone or with another," the Ghost Lover said to the assembled deities, the sorrow she feels for the destruction of her creations reflected in her voice, and her tears still falling as she speaks.

And with that, having seen all she needed, and more than she desired, of what had occurred, the Kingbreaker retreated to Netheli, no longer caring what happened to the world, or even, for the most part, what the other gods did.

Steilos

2012-02-17, 06:18 PM

Tiresias really wished Belithia wouldn't do that. Really. It was so unimaginably creepy. But he'd be a fool to not expect that sort of thing from Belithia, really. So it was that Tiresias nodded his acceptance. "Thank you, Mother. I shall see him now."

A rather unwelcome Temporal Council arrived at the entrance of the realm that Ixth has esconced himself. He walks around, wandering in search of the chessmaster god.

Demidos

2012-02-17, 08:55 PM

Calderas listened to the God's request for help, and felt all of nature honed on his presence.

"Indeed, I felt their life forces disappear, like candles in the wind. I have called for my dragons to aid in this fight. I appreciate your help, and with my blade, your strength, and their flame, we can take this Alpha down, even if the Leviathan is behind him. I will not let him enslave this world for himself."

Feeling the slight tinge of sorrow from Demidos, Calderas tried to console him.

"Do not feel pained at my decision brother, I made it for myself, for the good of this world. The mortals need a leader, and I can do that in a way the Gods cannot."

Turning to the beat of wings, a flight of dragons composed of sunlight and fire flew towards the armored warrior, slowing to a hover as they neared him.

"Here are my reinforcements."

Calderas pulled his great blade forth, and prepared himself for battle.

"Let us take this fight to Alpha, and end his slaughter."

We shall make a glorious battle of it. And fear not, for you shall fight not alone.
And Sartangas spoke to his people, the Fay and Sentali both. First he went to the water-folk, deep in the streams of the world. And the water crashed and flowed, creating great waves that broke on the rocks like thunder.
And then Sartangas went to the Killoren, the changers. He appeared first to Marrik. He spoke long to Marrik, and Marrik silently gave his consent. Marrik threw back his head and howled as his god swept into his body, taking control of his mind. Gleaming armor appeared on his arms and legs, and he stretched, then grew a foot. Shaking himself, he dissolved into a stormcloud, and appeared before the Wolfbred Council.They quickly accepted all that he had told them, and he bade them to drink of the waters of the forest. They did so, and as they did their senses opened in a way that had been indescribable before. They could see each other, knowing their place in a world at some primal level. The Killoren gathered in force, the first such time that such an event had occured, countless tribes meeting in the deep glades of Thran, the great forest. The Fae drank of the first spring, and were imbued. And their mages called them together, and as one, they changed, becoming all the creatures of the forest. Then the vast army marched, moving as swiftly as the wind, south to meet with their promised allies, and then north, towards the destroyer and his kin.

Once they came in sight of the great flotilla of dragons, they paused.
I have returned, and with your promised allies. Fear not, I have not broken your sacrifice -- I have merely taken the body of this hero and infused it with my own power and my own will -- He understood the need and accepted the sacrifice. Should this body survive, he will be able to return to it. If not...he will run with his god for the rest of eternity.
Sartangas looked about him with a grim smile.
The four elements march as one against our foe -- earth and water, fire and air. We shall see how well he resists.

AP 5:
-3 making forests into deserts (from before)
-2 Infuse Avatar

bryn0528

2012-02-17, 09:13 PM

"Farewell, my kin. Tell Pasc, if he does not hear this himself, that, though I am sure what we would create together would be beautiful, I cannot hold to our agreement; I no longer have the heart for making anything, alone or with another," the Ghost Lover said to the assembled deities, the sorrow she feels for the destruction of her creations reflected in her voice, and her tears still falling as she speaks.
Pasc clanged his sword against his shield, which suddenly spun into existence. The racket was terrible and fearsome, casting burning bolts of energy across the sky. Pasc raised his voice and it boomed louder than the thunder. "Savorla!" he cried into the night. He had heard her words, carried on the wind's breath, and came rushing to her rock in the middle of the sea. "Savorla! Quit this foolishness at once!"

Lady Serpentine

2012-02-18, 03:23 AM

((I assume the reason he went to Nemehir, her 'rock in the middle of the sea', is that you confused it with Netheli, her plane, and where she went? If not, let me know, and I'll change the post...))

When Pasc arrives, Savorla is sitting on a black silk couch, which would normally seat two people, huddled onto one end of it, rather than stretched out cat-like as she normally would be.

She has, for the most part, stopped crying, though a stray tear occasionally makes its way down her face.

"Foolishness, brother? What about this is foolish?", she asks, pain, despair, and anger blending in her tone. "I have seen all that it took me years to create and guide - and not only the places and people, but every goal they worked for - shattered in an instant by the arrogance of a fool, convinced only he cared for mortals, though what I made did more for them than he ever had. Is it any wonder I do not wish to bring more beauty into the world, when all of my kin, save you, seem bent on tearing it down whenever they can?"

TechnOkami

2012-02-18, 02:27 PM

"Yes, we are prepared for this battle, and our forces are ample, but we fight not for glory dear brother."

Calderas flies to the first of the great dragons, and stroked it's head.

"We fight to end this conflict, and stop a senseless slaughterer who would forcibly hold dominion over this world."

"Come, the time is nigh."

Draken

2012-02-18, 04:41 PM

How, recall the oldest and least sane of the gods, was The World at its dawn, when the sun spun around him and not around some heartless construct of a pestilent god. How were those pristine lands back then, those that were called Zalsar.

They weren't sessile, for one. The god that was also the World swimmed the void like a black ocean and held domain over its unseen depths. How long has he remained immobile. Too long, perhaps.

Zalsaram's tail lashes across the nether, and his miriad ventral tendrils coil along his flat body, the stingray form of the Leviathan shifts ever so greatly, its tectonic movements all too vast for the diminute things upon him to ever notice. But everything on Zalsaram can see that He moves, because his innumerable gazes focus on the horizon ahead, and the stars change as he moves. All eyes, not just the Leviathan's are on this inauspicious event. A distant world, that in ways was always so near, comes closer into view.

The opposite is true, of course, as the Leviathan fills the distant sky of Mirrodin in the void beyond the Sun, so massive that his colossal teeth, stalactites of the purest marble, emoldurate that celestial sphere from the distance.

Woe, woe unto the enemies of the Leviathan, for he comes in all his glory, the soulless rock of Mirrodin trembling in anticipation, the the voiceless wind growing wild in jubilee, metal and flame and water singing the praises of The World.

And woe, to those so shortsighted as to think that his stinger was Zalsaram's only entry to Mirrodin, for they forgot an Island.

"Hrmm..."

A small volcanic island by the shores of Illia

Mutants and elemental spirits crossed over from Zalsaram into Mirrodin, taking to the seas and skies in maltech skiffs and assumed wings of air and flame. Carrying still more dreadful things in tanks inside their living ships.

Eight great dukes stood at the helm of the forces of the Dark World, those who challenged His will would know destruction, and He would be whole once more.

It is silly for the elements to array against Zalsaram, seeing as Zalsaram is god of the elements. He's got more than four to boot. Six at the present count, two more to come. :smallamused:

mystic1110

2012-02-18, 04:48 PM

Belithia looked at the two worlds, and smiled as Zalsaram tried to extend his love. He was always so caring. She smiled still when Calderas extinguished his divinity and showed his love towards Zalsaram by burning him. He, also, was so full of love. How could she help the both of them express their love greater?

Her hearts beat - and Belithia smiled. It was perfect. She tore open her chest - her blood staining the void, and ripped out the Heart of Ein. For to long has the world forgotten shamanism. For too long has the essence of Zalsar been gone from the world. For too long have spirits gone without knowing - true spirits. The other gods created new spirits, but the shamanistic spirits were the first to see, and live and feel. Belithia smiled - even though no mortal remembered Ein - his love would still be present, for it was her love and she was he.

Belithia with many others hearts appeared in in the center of Mirroden in a vast hollow chamber that looked like the inside of a geode. She placed Ein's heart in the center of the planet and watched as it grew veins that penetrated the planet in it's entirety. She kissed the warm beating heart with her lips and vanished back into the void.

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Ein's heart beat. Mirroden was alive. The planet itself was sentient now, filled with the forgotten purpose of Ein. But what was that purpose? It didn't know, the god it had belonged to was long gone. Instead it listened to the twisted words of Belithia, that she had left upon its flesh with her lips. The planet's purpose was to love, and to love was to assimilate. The planet only wished to be one with it's own spirits, the planet only wished to be one with its own people.

The landscape of Mirroden, began to shift. The area around the Taint, rose and fell. To one looking at the planet from Zalsaram would seem mountains and hills rise, and great valleys form. Till there was the image of a gigantic mouth. The valleys of the inside of the mouth fell apart, till they became connected to the great corridors of Nuada, and if one followed the gullet all the way down, they would find themselves by Eins heart. The mouth slowly began to close. Villages and cities lost, everything in the mouth was swallowed by the planet itself. And the mouth of Mirroden spoke

I am Mirroden, I am the world, and I am alive.

The voice reverberated throughout the universe. Everything heard it as a slow rumble. Only gods and heroes were able to piece together the rolling earthquake as a voice. There were two world gods now.

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Alpha found himself in darkness, the darkness of Nuada's passages. Last he remembered he was raging, going berserk trying to find out where Calderas was. And then.... did this false world eat him? Was this place also alive?

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(assuming that it's been some time and Jay "built" another Eva - i'm providing the Ap)

Last Heir smiled at Jay, while he was looking at the new machine built for him. It was black and organic, While Jay's looked streamline and Beautiful, His was ugly and twisted in perverse geometric forms that shouldn't exist.

Yes this should do nicely. Why don't we venture out from the dream and begin our assault?

Ap 5

-2 Create plane: The mouth of Mirroden: This is a HUGE area that has eaten the Taint. Basically with Eins heart the planet is alive now. And this is it's mouth. when it moves the area around it shifts elastically, making living near the mouth hard, at least for structures which break apart easily. The actual mouth is formed from what appears to be mountains and variety of other features, rivers and what not - It doesn't look like a mouth unless you view the planet from afar. When you actually on the planet, it simply looks like a constantly moving bottomless pit.

The Voice that speaks from it takes a long time to form syllables - only immortals and gods can actually understand what it says.

-2 Create artifact : Eva for Last Heir.

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