Lords of Creation: Boundless Wonder, Endless Strife. [IC] [Part III] [Archive]

mattsdelf

2012-10-07, 09:22 AM

Tulmany

Tylarch felt power come and go to the gods. The bar on the world was replaced and then lifted. But how long would it be until another selfish, spoiled god blessed the world with being on fire? How long would it be until the next time somebody decides to try and rub out the civilizations of mortals? His path was set. He would gain all the power necessary to fight them.

He went to Garrug. "Would you mind watching the place for a while?"

Rale

Rale (Tresingiis's now named avatar, see last post on page 48 of the previous IC) was suddenly re-connected to Tresingiis, but it was too late. The god still had his telepathy, but it was clearly communications. Rale gained power as an infused false god. He had Power now! Tresingiis did not bother him immediately, so he flew off, over the ocean towards the other continent.

The hunters

They studied Reddulch from stealth for a time. They watched as he created a new device. The most powerful device, however useless. He created a Luckstone. Whoever was in possession of this would have incredibly unlikely events happen with every step, both good and bad. They saw his power sink, as if where he was once great, and now fallen. This was a weakness, they had an opening!

Exaclone: Tresingiis's throne.

Tresingiis was flush with power, after his reflections, he seemed to grow. How he could lay seven plagues or seven blessings upon the land with ease. Or create seven monsters or raise seven deserts. He could even bring seven entirely new ideas to a world. This time, however, he only created a pair of gates with seven edges. One to sit in the basement of the great city sized pyramid, guarded by seven ethereals at a given time, the other to be cast onto the material world, forever linking Exaclone to that place. The gate on the material plane appeared in the desert. When closed, the gate is a thin sheet of glowing blue light, opaque to any viewer. The sheet fits between a thick platinum plated rim with seven sides. When the gates are opened, everything, including light can pass through it from one gate to the other. You can see through to the other side, and pass through it, traveling faster than light, instantly from Exaclone to the Material world and vice versa. Gods could not pass through to the material world, but why would they have to? Imidiately, nothing could open or close it, so Tresingiis put some of his own power into the gate, so that only Tresingiis's power could open or close it, but he could do so at will, himself.

The Lokab Empire

A gate appeared in Tulmany. Tresingiis had not looked into what was there before he sent it. Nobody knew what to make of it at first, for it's purpose was unclear. They set it up in a locked part of the keep, so it would not be a threat to the general public. The gate had not been opened yet. It was probably for the better.

Michael and Sofia: The Goblin Emirates

Some time later, another bird came to Michael from this, "Deserter." It too carried a letter. This one read:

The Lich on the throne will doom us all! We are doomed! Damned! Forsaken! I've learned his plan! He plans to possess a god! He plans to take all our souls! Go to a town just across the border in the Lokab territory. Go to the inn called, "The Gabble's Shine," and ask for a guy named Simon.

The Deserter

Michael reacts to this, alarmed. "What!? Sofia, news of the liches have arrived." Shortly afterwards, they see the souls of those around them torn and sewn from the actions of gods, a million miles away.

AP breakdown: First Tresingiis.
Starting AP: 2+1
Rollover: +7
Create Relic: The gates of Transit -4
Infuse relic: -2
Remaining AP: 3+1

Tylarch: 0+2=2
Reddulch 3+1-4=0
Rale: 0+2=2

Drowlord

2012-10-07, 10:32 AM

Garden of the Dead Gods

Aquaeris quietly sighed. "So much to see. I can't believe how much evil I did while I was gone."

He reached into the tree of Kiloasa, pulling out the gem of independence. He stared into it peacefully, seeing his reflection.

"Am I but a reflection of the one who stares at me from another universe? Is he his own person? Am I?"

He turned and whispered to the trees, asking them. They whispered back.

Goblin Emirates

Sofía's eyes narrowed. "A lich possessing a god? I can't let that happen. If we fly, we can get there quickly."

Her wings churned the air, but she waited for Michael to go. She was confused by the souls, but ignored them in her haste.

Mynxae

2012-10-07, 11:16 AM

Halls of Death - The Trial

Isyldar split himself, keeping a shard to watch over the trial. He himself disappeared in a puff of smoke, reappearing in the Void.

The Void

He appeared in the Void not too far from the Mortal Plane, merely hovering, his great wings beating up and down, keeping him in the same space as he thought and expanded upon an idea. His idea slowly came into being as a new plane formed itself in front of him, separate from the others as not to be afflicted by any of the ailments or weaknesses of the Mortal Plane, and that only he or others he approved of, could enter.

He opened his eyes and saw his new plane. It was a great planet of ice and cold, the likes of which had never been seen on the Mortal Plane. And for a race of mortals that were his alone, he created a race of resilient humans, the only difference being they could withstand cold more than any other mortal race and that they had command over fire to warm them, and to rain destruction of their enemies. He named them the Fireweavers, for their power over fire was both great and terrible in the same instant.

Start AP: 8+2PAP.

Weave Plane AP4: The ice planet of Ysolde is slightly further out than the Mortal Plane, hence the ice etc.

Bless AP1: No-one but Isyldar, or people approved by Isyldar, can go to the plane of Ysolde. Relics such as Morgash's Viewpoint can still view the plane, but anyone unapproved by Isyldar can not access the plane, via AP expenditure (unless they remove this Bless) or by physically going there.

Create Life AP1: Isyldar blesses Ysolde with the people known as the Fireweavers, a hardy resilient race of humans who can withstand the cold very well.

Create Fabled Concept AP4: Fireweaving. Exclusive to the Fireweavers unless they decide to teach other races. Can be used for merely heating up homes with controlling the heat in steam, or weaving fire as a net to trap an enemy. Even to an extent, bombs/large-scale weaponry, as long as there are several Fireweavers controlling it, rather than just one.

End AP: 0.

mystic1110

2012-10-07, 11:28 AM

Wigbach's musings...

While Gods bickered and fought Wigbach came back from a delightful conversation. The Tea was pretty good as well. He thought about existence - the god of Apathy, simply participated in simply woolgathering. People always think evil is in action, but evil too does nothing most of the time.

Wigbach thought about the other gods: if you tell a lie long enough, people will think its the truth. And that is how gods begun. Lies spun from their own egos. Why did they think they were gods? Simply because of power? Time? What came before? To the creator he was sure they were like the mortals were to them... the creator too was a mere mortal in another eyes.

And so Wigbach just was... wondering...

AP 2 + 2 Rollovers = 10 AP

mattsdelf

2012-10-07, 12:02 PM

The Emirates

Michael took haste, "Yeah, let's get to this place, we should stop it. That inn is only a short ways from here."

He took a step back, and jumped forward in the air, his wings taking over, they flew to the outskirts of a small niche called Sailir. You could hardly call it a town, for it was only a few huts and a few shops. 'Main street' would be the only street. There was the inn, "The Gabble's shine," a blacksmith with the crest of the smithing guild of the land, a deteriorating pagoda with a shrine to Tresingiis. There was an empty granary, a couple of shoppes and several desert farmers, trying to grow things.

The Gabble's Shine seemed to be in good condition. From the outside, you could see that it was two stories tall, made out of clay and brick. A contrast to most of the other buildings which where more like shacks and temporary shelters. You could see two chimneys rising from either end of the inn, stables behind the inn, and a stone cellar below the inn.

Michael turned to Sofia when they had arrived. "Should we go in?"

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-07, 02:13 PM

The Trail

"If you are truly doing what you thought was best, then I shall forgive you as well. Better connection and communication with other gods would serve us all well, Nettal. With that in mind, I would like to invite you to join my pantheon, should you choose to accept." Kipt was quick to forgive, and besides, the reason for him being there anyways was to make sure nobody passed too much judgement on another god. They had beaten Belsheroth bloody without giving him any defense, and he hoped that this trail would serve as an alternative to the pointless brutality. As for Nettal, if he did join his pantheon, it would give them a chance to understand what it meant to be a god, and hopefully adjust his level of extremity.

Acabare

"Hello, my son," Kipt says warmly. There is something about things going on and doing things that take one's mind off of his depression. "I have fixed our block from the material world, and re-purposed my council to keep things that way. If you are hurt by wrong-doings like this to the material world as much as I am, I would gladly have you join us."

Tulmany

"Not at all," Garrug replied, "I will rule as best I can." It was good to know that Tylarch trusted him as much as he trusted Tylarch. After all, with Tylarch in charge, he had all the power to betray him if he wanted to.

The Hunters

A bolt from the blue, Randon's bolas struck Reddulch. They hit true, binding his arms to his waist, and making him unable to cast spells. He rose fast, and took him unawares again with another bolas to the legs. Moving in, he struck him across the head with his club. "This is for the mirage empire!" he cries.

Lady Serpentine

2012-10-07, 02:30 PM

[The Halls of the Dead]

"The curses will be suppressed for the duration of the trial," Savorla answers, not quite masking the pain she feels at the lack of acknowledgement as her daughter from Gwyn. Certainly, she hasn't been perfect, but she's hardly been entirely without worth, either... "They are, however, a personal matter, and thus will most likely be reinstated at its completion, regardless of the decision."

HalfTangible

2012-10-07, 02:46 PM

The Halls of the Dead

Ombra was quiet. Shielding the mortal world was a good call. He deliberately did not say Nettal was forgiven.

mattsdelf

2012-10-07, 02:59 PM

Tulmany

Tylarch was relieved that he could leave to pursue his next goal. "Thank you, I'm going to get the tools that would let me accomplish our mission." He was then busy, doing tasks without resting, where mortals would have not found the time for such training, nor the energy.

And so it seemed, Liches might take a much greater role in a place where peoples souls are bound to their bodies, no matter how dead they might be. For they could still be snatched off by liches, and bound to service. He went from town to town, seeking out those who where still loyal to a god other than, "The Returned," and snatched them up, their souls right off of where he stitched them. Tylarch grew his numbers of bound souls by hundreds in this inquisition.

Then it was study. He denied himself all of those souls and forced spells with raw willpower. He learned a new way of magic, how to do basic sorcery without bound souls. He then re-allowed himself his souls, and found his powers amplified. He was determined to learn how every spell, 'worked,' So he sought out books on glyphs and runes, and looked up how the energies combine themselves to form such powers. He wanted to know everything there was to know about the magics gods wielded, and spent hours long at study.
Long story short, he will be busy on a training montage for a while.

The hunters

Reddulch was bound, he was defeated, his powers struck down. He lost all the power he had, and was physically bound, "You dare claim your name for Mirage!?" But then came the club, and he stuttered. "Wha-a... But I. . . Can't. . . Die? . . ." He was nearly knocked out, and certainly dizzy.
Reddulch demoted from false sparkhood

planswalker

2012-10-07, 03:23 PM

Acabare

"Hello, my son," Kipt says warmly. There is something about things going on and doing things that take one's mind off of his depression. "I have fixed our block from the material world, and re-purposed my council to keep things that way. If you are hurt by wrong-doings like this to the material world as much as I am, I would gladly have you join us."

Acabre

"I love life, I love to feel life, and I love to create life. I wish to be able to help Life spread. I will of course, join you, Father."

ap: 3=4-1(join pantheon)

The World at Large

The spores of the Greensea Forest continued to float through the atmosphere of the world, permeating the whole surface. Few things were actually good hosts for them, and so few did much more than lie as microscopic dormant specks. However, the spores would occasionally bond to a plant with just the perfect parameters, and the infusion of the Green Energy so directly into its being would prosper it.

The second living thing to successfully bond to the spores were hermit crabs. When the hermit crabs eat something that was covered in spores that had not yet gone completely dormant, they ingested the Green Life directly. Most of the times, this just gave them a particularly filling meal. However, those who ate of the spores frequently might develop a tolerance to them. With enough spores devoured, there arose a chance that one would pass through undigested into their waste tract. When that happened, the spore would find itself surrounded by a wealth of nutrients and would grow, quickly multiplying and filling the gut of the crab. It would infuse its host with the Green Life directly, and in exchange the host fed it a steady diet of raw nutrients.

As this symbiosis continues to grow, so does the size of the host. The hermit crab eventually grows so large and its abdomen so bloated that it cannot fit into a shell anymore, and it crawls out for the last time. The spores, by this point changed into a fungus, begin to grow a protective cap around its host. The two will continue to grow in size for almost 40 years until the legs of the crab can no longer support the weight of the massive crab body and the fungus cap, which can easily reach 4' across. At that time, the crab will gorge itself and die. The spore cap will swell up and release new spores in an explosive cloud for the next generation.

Using the charge on Life's Eye to create a new strain of life: the Sporecycle Crabs

they're coastal amphibious hermit crabs of unusual size who trade in their shells for a mushroom cap that feeds and protects them.

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a hermit crab with a steady diet of spores

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one with an active culture of spores can grow quite large.

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it continues to grow large enough that it's not practical to find a shell large enough, and the fungus begins to sprout and grow over to protect it.

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the full adult stage, where it will grow from 1' across to nearly 4' before its weight can no longer be supported by its frame.

Drowlord

2012-10-07, 03:43 PM

Michael and Sofía: Lokab Border

Sofía nodded, but added an opinion.

"Let's be careful, though; liches, of they oppose us, are very tricky, and they might have tried to assassinate us by leading us into a trap."

She waits for Michael to respond to enter the building.

Mynxae

2012-10-07, 07:17 PM

Ysolde

It all started with a crying baby being born, her mother passing away from the strain, her father abandoning her since news of the pregnancy hit. The girl was brought up in a small village next to an icy lake. As she grew up, she rebelled against everyone she knew, for she had no parents, unlike the other children who constantly teased her for that fact. She grew up strong, but she had life goals of her own.

Our story starts with the now-teenage girl on the brink of puberty with the name of Yvir, working in the local general store.
"Yvir, hurry up and got those goods to the customer! We need to keep on top of our work, so stop daydreaming!" said the shopkeeper gruffly.
"Yes, sir. I'll get right on to it" said Yvir, muttering curses under her breath. As she was about to give the goods to the customer at the counter, her anger started to bubble up inside of her. Suddenly, a burst of fire flew out of her fingertips, charring the counter. The shop keeper gasped. "Yvir, you can fireweave?!" he shouted, jumping back as his counter started to smoke slightly.
"I I I, I didn't even know I could!" yelled Yvir, panicking, which sent several more bursts of fire into the counter as it burst into flames.
The shopkeeper rushed out onto the street, yelling for a Fireweaver to come help Yvir control her powers, before she set fire to the entire village.

Meanwhile, the Fireweavers of the village were doing a ritual in the centre of the village when the general store erupted into flames. The fire was over six feet in the high, obviously a Fireweaver gone rogue.
"We must save them!" shouted the head Fireweaver who started to push and pull at the flames, as did the other fireweavers, slowly calming the flames, and extinguishing Yvir's inner fire temporarily, so she did not harm anyone else in her moment of panic, which also caused her to fall unconscious.
"Take her to the temple for she is merely a girl, we need to watch over her and train her. She's obviously a very powerful Fireweaver innately. Imagine how she would be when she's trained?" said the head Fireweaver triumphantly. They all lifted her up, and carried her into the temple, giving her her own room, but kept a few Fireweavers watching over her. Just in-case anything went wrong and she panicked upon her awakening.

mattsdelf

2012-10-07, 08:45 PM

Teras
Introducing Mynxae's Virus character for this quest. Quoted backstory from PM

Name: Teras.
Backstory: Fled Veran when the ash started falling from the sky from the volcano, went to Freeport to start a new life for himself. Has become a well-known trader amongst the people of Freeport, to the extent that he has both friends and enemies. Was there when the immortal thing happened, so yes, he is immortal.
Teras was on his way to one of Freeport's vendors to trade a valued good when a stranger in a dark cloak approached him. He was wearing a hat that came down over his eyes when he tilted his head forwards. He said nothing, but handed Teras a folded up piece of paper. When Teras unwraps it, it reads;

Teras of Freeport, I hear you left your home when the volcano went up all those years ago. I'll cut to the chase, rather, I need your help. I will pay you a grand reward when my task is completed. If you are interested, pack supplies for a journey and come to the stable at the edge of town at dusk tomorrow.

The Deserter

The cloaked man nodded and walked away without speaking a word.

Michael and Sofia
There are other characters I would like to get to the inn before Michael and Sofia, so there will be a delay while I incorperate them into the game.

Tresingiis

Just because I think I have to, I'll drop 2 AP for the society following the Deserter. Leaving me with 1+1

Mynxae

2012-10-07, 10:16 PM

Teras of Freeport, I hear you left your home when the volcano went up all those years ago. I'll cut to the chase, rather, I need your help. I will pay you a grand reward when my task is completed. If you are interested, pack supplies for a journey and come to the stable at the edge of town at dusk tomorrow.

The Deserter

The cloaked man nodded and walked away without speaking a word.

Freeport

Teras glanced at the cloaked man walking away, a grin on his face as he reread the note. "A grand reward eh? Sounds like my kind of thing" he mused. He decided to go along with this, if only for the reward, for he was a greedy man. But not to the point of idiocy. So he made sure to strap his sword to the belt on his waist, and hid a dagger in his boot, for when he packed for the journey. He gathered up his coin from around the room, searching every nook and cranny with his magic to make sure he didn't miss anything. He also went to the general store and bought a week's worth of supplies, including food, horse feed and items for camping. He spent a restless night in his bed, tossing and turning, his dreams haunted by an ominous voice or by the clinking of coins.

He woke up the next day, went about his trade and sold as much of his wares as he could, even selling them for a mere fraction of their worth so he could travel light for his journey. "It sounds like I'll make quite a profit on this journey, so it won't matter" thought Teras thoughtfully.

As the day slowly came to a close, he rushed off after selling most of his wares. Sadly he couldn't sell them all, but some of the leftovers could come in handy. He chuckled and wandered off to the inn, gathering his supplies for his journey, rushing about and using his magic to help him speed about.

His supplies gathered, and his horse saddled and ready to go with a small cart tethered to it behind it with his supplies in it, he awaited the mysterious stranger at the stable at the edge of town.

Elemental

2012-10-08, 07:33 AM

The Halls of Death

Belsheroth's sight and hearing flooded back to him and he was able to gaze upon the assembled Gods. Despite being chained to the floor such that the chains pulled on his muscles in numerous uncomfortable and painful ways, he smiled, the light of the flames catching on his teeth.
Your Father would be proud Gwyn. You have every right to try your hardest to kill me at this time, but you instead grant me a fair trial. Though admittedly, the conclusion is already known to us all. You'll sentence me to be blinded and chained in torment for an Eternity, either here or cast into the Deepest Pits of Hell or the Farthest Reaches of the Void or some other suitable locale. And I'll escape as some eldritch horror bent on revenge and destroy all creation according to some prophecy about the Sun going red.
He stood, the chains of darkness digging into his flesh, blood flowing down them onto the floor.
But we all know that that won't happen. It's too contrived. And besides, this trial only happens at my sufferance. But by all means, continue.

Xondoure

2012-10-08, 12:26 PM

The Halls of Death

"It's cute that you think you have a say in this Belsheroth." the Fool said merrily.

I guess I'll just keep what is new to myself then.

Drowlord

2012-10-08, 02:42 PM

Garden of the Dead Gods

Aquaeris felt the destruction of the Starlit Reaper's curse, and he knew it was too late to avoid hostility between the gods. Still, he could try.

He pressed a palm against the tree of Kiloasa. "I'll make you proud, father."

Then he melted away, a faint two-colored glow melting after him.

Halls of Death

Aquaeris was there. Not with any flashy entrance, or melting in with ghostly mists (more his style anyway), just appearing in a place somewhat away from the rest of the gods. He spoke. His voice was soft, yet it spread, echoing on the walls and floor.

"I hope I am not unwelcome here. If it is alright with you, may I speak?"

He did not direct his question to any one god, instead looking at the floor, his cloak shadowing his two-colored eyes and hiding them from view.

Elricaltovilla

2012-10-08, 02:48 PM

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-08, 03:05 PM

The Hunters

Randon stands over Reddulch, and looks at Drestin skeptically. "He thinks he can't die." The comment was sarcastic. "I think we need to show him otherwise. Maybe we starve him to death, wouldn't that be justice?"

Hazen Keep

Geodrick had yet more success on his campaign against the war-torn Hazen. He had made it as far as Hazen keep, and camped his army just north. He instructed them to attack upon his signal; he had a plan for his siege.

Over the course of his campaign Geodrick felt a power growing within him. Now, he expended it to create a force for himself to use. This power manifested itself in the form of a greataxe, and was intended to grant it's wielder extra powers for transforming provided they had a foundation in some sort of transformation-based magic. Geodrick was the best in the world at shifting druidism, so it granted him outrageous abilities. The axe was also designed to morph with the wielder.

Geodrick turns into a three-headed dragon by turning into a dragon and "gluing" two more necks on it with his artifact power, and starts razing the keep. Having two additional heads does not produce more fire, but does distribute it to a wider space. With most of the keep being stone, and fire being hot enough to burn any flammable it touched, the distribution was most effective. Residential manses burned, and soldiers who rallied were cooked in their armor.

Finally, he landed on the central building, and faced the soldiers. Most of them got the claws, or the bite. One princeling came at him, and managed to take one head off before being flung from the walls by a tale slap. He sure packed a punch, thought Geodrick, I wonder if he was anyone important.

Seeing all of his won blood flow from the decapitated head, and feeling dizzy, Geodrick thought it best to change form again. To anyone looking, the dragon vanished entirely. In reality, Geodrick assumed the form of a single-celled airborne organism, and flew into the castle. Inside the throne room, king Endar was barking orders, and sounding very upset. "Who could think to defy me as much as this runt? I'm my own god, and im sti-" Seemingly from nowhere, the fat king's head rolled off of his shoulders and to the floor. Geodrick's greataxe had struck true. Kicking the body aside, the arch-druid sat in the throne, and proclaimed, "Well, I'm king now, and anyone who says otherwise will meet the same fate as he did. Are there any questions?"

Tulmany

Timmon and his party had been locked up under Tulmany for several days now, and Timmon was getting tired of it. I wish there was a way out, he thought. He went over in his head all of the clever things he could say to the guards to get them to let him out, and without knowing it he granted his wish. Timmon spends 1 AP on curse to make the guards extremely gullible.

He noticed it first when they delivered his breakfast, and he sarcastically told them that they should really give prisoners sugar in their porridge-paste. "You're right, we should." They then promptly left to go see if their supervisor would give them sugar. "Wait! Come back, I still haven't gotten my breakfast!" Timmon called. "No," they replied, "we need to put sugar in the mix first." After that, he knew his best chance was today, and spends another to make himself better at lying.

When they returned, Timmon convinced them that it was the gaoler's job to give them breakfast. He figured that they had probably convinced him such, because the gaoler came, and the sound of keys rattling around had never sounded sweeter. "Are those the keys to the cell in your pocket?" Timmon asked rhetorically. "Why yes, what of them?" "Did you know that they are supposed to go on the inside of the cell for safekeeping? Think about it- why would they let one person have all the keys? It makes much more sense to divide them between the prisoners." "Oh my goodness! You're right!" he exclaimed, then looked anxious. "I can't believe I've been doing my job wrong all this time. Please don't tell my supervisor, or it'll be the end of me." "Just give me the keys, and it will all be alright. Our little secret." Timmon replied calmly. "Thanks so much," the gaoler says as he handed over the keys.

After breakfast was finally served without sugar, there was a sufficient lull in the day. None of the guards were likely to come down to check on them, so he took this opportunity to let him and his friends out. There would of course be two guards standing post at the exit. Being in the goblin-sized cell area, he could not find the creatum who had served as their guide. That was unfortunate; that an innocent man should be confined to prison. So he uses his AP again to ensure that the creatum would get out eventually.

Lokab Empire
Because that part was long enough to get the point across.The rest of getting out of Tulmany was child's play; he blessed them with being able to find good steeds. He even managed to get a good amount of equipment off of the guards. They initially got as far away from Tulmany as they could, but later decided that it was Freeport that they were bound for.

In his convoy are him, a young woman he had brought to entertain him, well-established trader like himself that he liked to keep around, a goblin warrior-chick that he told he brought along for protection, and a teen who claimed to be his son that he brought mainly to carry stuff. Timmon shared his nights with Blythe, a pretty young halfling with thick black hair that he saw no use for outside of love making. He had been with Taylor- the trader girl he had brought along before- but it had only been one time, and she had moved on. Salsalace, the goblin warrior that had joined them was fierce, and was very fit of body. Timmon kept her on her toes with odd requests for her job, and remarks. She was someone who he thought he might come to make love with in the future if the circumstances were right. Aston, his might-be-son was fun to pick on, and his dedication to Timmon was such that he didn't have to worry about giving him the short end of every deal. He thought that because the boy had not left him yet, he surely had no other place to go. They traveled on camels, and wore garments to cover their skin from the sand by day and the cold by night.

Geodrick AP 4
Craft artifact -4 (see description above)
Leaving me 0 AP
Timmon AP 4
Curse, Gullibility: -1
Bless, Guile, himself: -1
Bless, Creatum fate: -1
Bless, steeds in the right place: -1
Leaving me 0 AP

Darklady2831

2012-10-08, 03:20 PM

Halls of Death

Morgash gazed at Belsheroth, his mind ticking away like clockwork, thinking. The flesh that had been returning to his skeletal form had stopped now, his body that of a dessicated corpse, that of a Lich. The Lich God let out a telepathic sigh, his robes finishing their repairs, looking almost as good as the day they were made. "I think... that the time of the Elder gods has passed." he said, speaking loud enough for everyone present to hear, even those that Morgash was not aware of. Morgash gazed at Belsheroth, his eyes full of sorrow. "Forgive me Uncle, for what I have done... but you gave me no choice."

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-08, 06:32 PM

Razorpine Forest

The battle was lost. The Woden began to evacuate with the help of the Lloyas, taking all the animals they could. When the homes of the Lloyas stopped being able to sustain the numbers that the animals and Woden came in, the council decided to shuttle them along to the moon. With the help of druidism, the barren atmosphere became sustainable. The rangers approached the situation differently, constructing domes and basic mechanics to trap the air, and livable environment. All in all, the evacuation was a success, but many were still distressed by the devastation brought to their home, and the pressures of living in a new land.

Back in the Razorpine, the lumber spirits uprooted all the trees. For a time, the settlers lived happily, until the lumber spirits turned on them with nothing else to eat. The Kriegmensch were forced to return to their home in The Valley of the Hearth, where they faded into obscurity. With nothing left to devour, the lumber spirits started picking off each other until the last once starved, leaving the Razorpine a desolate wasteland.

As for Eom, after his defeat against the lumber spirits, he swore never to fight again. With atheism pressing the Kriegmensch, they forgot about Eroberung completely. Rivra became a Dreamwalker Druid, and was able to contact Eom again after long years apart. She decided eventually to go and live with his people, forsaking her own. They lived happily ever after in a forgotten land called The Valley of the Hearth.

Monte Mora

Jewel returned to Monte Mora on her hippogriff, Sam, and sought out Jib immediately.

Darklady2831

2012-10-08, 10:03 PM

The Halls of Death

Morgash turned to Nettal, and bowed to him, not a ceremonious bow, but a kneeling bow. The God of Undeath sent out a telepathic message. "Nettal, your explanation is accepted, and approved... I at least, will not seek recompense, nor an apology, for your acts. But may I ask that my power be let into the material world once more? My agents are few, and I must notify them of my wishes."

Standing once more, Morgash stepped into the shadows. "I apologize, to all of you, for what I have been doing... my mind has been clouded by madness. After this trial, I shall step down as ruler of the Circle, and order the Voidspawn to stand down."

The Northern Kingdoms, Drath

Drath had journeyed far, once he felt the divine barrier go up, he knew that he had an opportunity to establish himself. Thus, he traveled north. Far into the icy wastes he went, along the eastern coast. He eventually found a small peninsula, with a lone mountain on it, and pine trees for miles around. Drath stopped here, and built a Spire with his magic. A large structure jutting out of the side of the Mountain, it was a jagged structure, with many spikes and chains hanging from it's sides. Upon the top sat five enormous spikes, reaching to the skies. It was there that Drath surveyed the land around him.

He was dissapointed with what he saw, miles of uninhabitted forest, and beyond that, nearly endless tundra. Drath set about conjuring animated statues, Golems, to defend his spire with. Large, muscle bound figures of rock, the Sentinels towered at seven feet tall, and wielded weapons that were melded with their forms.

Rollover 0 AP + 4 AP = 4 AP

Drath - False Spark
2 Rollovers - 1 AP - 1 AP = 0 AP

1 AP Alter Land - Torael Peninsula - A mountain and small pine forest surrounding it, about a quarter of the way up the eastern coast of the Northern Kingdoms. The location of Drath's Tower
1 AP Create Life - Sentinels - Magical Automotons that can be created by almost any kind of spellcaster, from almost anything. They are near mindless, and require orders from their creator or someone with a control talisman. They are slightly stronger than the average ice-kin, and are resilient to varying degrees, depending on the material they are made out of. The Sentinels in Drath's Tower are made from Solid Limestone.

mattsdelf

2012-10-08, 10:06 PM

Freeport

When dusk came, Teras was approached by a goblin carrying the reigns of a steed. The horse was easily big enough to carry Teras and his gear. The goblin was dressed in an attire that would have come from a farm. When he came near, the goblin pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and cleared his throat. The goblin proceeded to read it aloud, but it where not his own words;

"I'm glad to see you are willing to help me with this task, so I will bring to your attention the real reason you have been called, unobstructed, as well as reveal the next step. There is a lich in the desert north of here who has taken over the Mirage Empire in Lokab's name. It's not just that, but he has wild ambitions. He aims to posses a god, and bring down upon this realm a terrible change. You will join up with others like you, and fight this evil in time, but first, you must take this horse and ride to a niche to the northeast. You will find an inn, The Gabble's Shine. There, you will meet Simon. He is my personal aid, and my most trusted contact.

The Deserter"

The goblin coughed, and took in a breath. "That's what it says, the horse has already been paid for, think of it as a gift. It's yours as far as I am concerned. Good luck."

Somewhere amongst the shifting sands

Gwen Antur has always had a fascination with knowledge. As a child she travelled with her father all over the globe seeking out ancient footholds of civilization and tracking down the lost locations of history. When Gwen was fourteen her father disappeared searching an ancient castle in the north of the Calsanctium empire. A castle which has since vanished completely. Fifteen years later Gwen has scoured the globe for the answer to her father's mysterious disappearance.

Gwen is a skilled fighter, a talented illusionist, and skillfully paranoid enough to know when to run.

Gwen had been traveling in the eastern desert already, and was looking for a place to stay the night. The desert's heat was getting to her, and she hadn't had anything to drink all day. She trailing along a dry riverbed for a ways, before smoke caught her sight. What luck! A house with a fireplace, likely with dinner cooking. As she staggered up a rather loose dune of sand, she found footing on a more stable ground. She could smell the stew cooking as she got close. The aroma of salty beef and diced carrots filled her nostrils, as the broth that would end her thirst filled her mind. She knocked on the door, and was answered by an elderly goblin woman, who was more than happy to help a hungry wanderer. She couldn't eat it all herself, after all!

After Gwen had filled up on the soup, the lady asked for her name. When she heard that this was Gwen, she gasped. "Why, someone told me you would be here, that's why I had cooked such a meal. This is for you.", She said as she walked to a cupboard and dug around for something. It was a letter, and it was labeled with Gwen's name. When she handed it to Gwen, she seemed eager to hear what it said, as she would not open someone else's mail. When Gwen read it, this is what was written.

Dear Gwen, I'm aware of your prowess in combat. Your father was a good man. Calisancti has grown cold and the desert has grown scary in these times. Even now, there is a lich out there who would bring about the end of us all. I need your help to overcome this lich, and if we prevail, I will delegate my vast resources towards helping you find your father's fate. In the interim, you should come to The Gabble's Shine inn, in a hamlet south of where you are now. All you need do to find it is continue following the riverbed you have walked. Once you get there, seek a man named Simon, he will help provide a basis for our organized efforts.

The Deserter

The woman asked Gwen, "What does it say?"

Timmon The Clever

Timmon "The Clever" is both a hero, and a false spark. He is a smooth-talking halfling merchant who made loads of money selling goods in foreign locations (the business principle being that things are worth more the further away they are because there is more demand there). Young and attractive, he is really kind of a player when it comes to women. Timmon is really a good person, he can just be a total tool sometimes.

Here is the original description I gave to his entourage. It is also copied in my latest post.
In his convoy are him, a young woman he had brought to entertain him, well-established trader like himself that he liked to keep around, a goblin warrior-chick that he told he brought along for protection, and a teen who claimed to be his son that he brought mainly to carry stuff. Timmon shared his nights with Blythe, a pretty young halfling with thick black hair that he saw no use for outside of love making. He had been with Taylor- the trader girl he had brought along before- but it had only been one time, and she had moved on. Salsalace, the goblin warrior that had joined them was fierce, and was very fit of body. Timmon kept her on her toes with odd requests for her job, and remarks. She was someone who he thought he might come to make love with in the future if the circumstances were right. Aston, his might-be-son was fun to pick on, and his dedication to Timmon was such that he didn't have to worry about giving him the short end of every deal. He thought that because the boy had not left him yet, he surely had no other place to go. They traveled on camels, and wore garments to cover their skin from the sand by day and the cold by night.
In short, Blythe is a ditsy slut, Taylor has intelligence on par with Timmon, Salsalace is an attractive warrior who Timmon enjoys making feel uncomfortable, and Aston is a bastard son of Timmon's who he bullies.

Overhead, while they moved towards Freeport, a bird spotted them. It landed, and dropped a note near to Timmon. It read:

Congratulations, I applaud you. Not everyone can put up that kind of show to the guards. I'll cut to the chase. You know what this lich is capable of, what evils, what ambitions he holds. You know it is imperative that he should be stopped. I implore you to change course, and come and see me. If you can sneak into Shreddokk, come to the old town hall, and one of mine will spot you, and bring your group into our home.

The Deserter

Monte Mora

When Jewel arrived, Jib was rejoiced to see her. He ran to her, and was quick to speak. "Jewel! It's great to see you again. What happened to you? You seem shaken."

The Hunters

Drestin was examining Reddulch when Randon spoke. He was quick to offer his two cents. "Everything dies, even the gods. We'll find a way, however painful, to accomplish the same end." He seemed shaken to apprehend his former superior. "Why! Why couldn't you not be such a waste? Such a failure!"

You. . . Lose yourself, Drestin. He chuckled, for he knew he was at his end. "May you never forget who you made you who you are."

I haven't, and that is why we must end it. Rather than good versus evil, your actions mean that evil can only be opposed by another evil. You have soiled your name, The Mirage Empire's name, even Tresingiis' name! You're a disgrace! He turned to Randon. "What shall we do with him?"

Tylarch

Tylarch continued to search book after book, but then he found something. "The Manual of Divine Matters." He studied it, for it seemed to supply the origin of the gods's differences from mortals. As a lich, he rejected it, but as an avenger, he must understand its consequence. It said that a god could only be controlled or dominated if it submit. He decided how he would put this to use. He fashioned several parts to a suit of armor into an array. He bought chains, and a case, and began to work.

Rale

Rale flew over the oceans and now into the desert, horrified at what he could see. In turn, Tresingiis too knew of the force that betook the people. He shook his head, disappointed. He had Rale double back, to fly to an undetermined place in the desert.

Elemental

2012-10-08, 10:10 PM

The Halls of Death

Belsheroth responded an equal level of merriment.
"Of course I have a say in this dear Brother. I could shatter these chains and take refuge within the Forests of Starlight. It's not hard to do."
He looked straight through Reisen's eyes, almost looking into the mind behind them.
You're hiding something from me. Something you hinted at when I couldn't hear you...
Beside Belsheroth, a glass table appeared with a bowl of punch atop it and several glasses. He poured some into a glass for himself, blood from an open wound across the back of his hand dripping onto the table and hissing as it came into contact with the beverage.
"Punch anyone? But not you Nettal."
He sent a silent message to Nettal alone.
And you had best remember what I am...
He turned to face Morgash, the chains digging into his shoulder and across his back.
"For what you have done? Raised an army against me and invaded my dominion and sought to interfere with my purpose while simultaneously declaring everything I have done to be pointless while tolerating the crimes of liches everywhere?
"Of course I gave you no choice. All your actions were your own."
He sipped his punch.
"You are forgiven. But do not concern yourself with Nettal. The barrier has already been removed by Kipt."

Elricaltovilla

2012-10-08, 10:11 PM

Xondoure

2012-10-08, 10:16 PM

Amongst the Shifting Sands

Gwen looked up at the old woman and smiled. She could feel her pulse beating faster as she crumpled the note up in her hands.

"A job offer. Not sure I'll take it but... well, it's worth taking the interview at least."

Darklady2831

2012-10-08, 10:31 PM

The Halls of Death

Morgash again strode forward, and knelt, this time before Belsheroth. "I ask forgiveness for my most recent actions, Uncle... for chaining you in such a way. That is what gave me no choice. My other actions are mine to live with, I was a fool, and I invaded you and yours without any thought. My mind was wrought with madness, but now some clarity has returned..." As Morgash knelt, he extended his power to the Material Plane once more.

Drath's Tower, the Top

Drath was waiting, a magical pentagram drawn atop the spire, he was waiting for Morgash's power to return. When it did, he sprung his trap. Almost all of Morgash's magical might poured into Drath, infusing him with Arcane and Divine power. Drath cackled in glee, tearing away as much of Morgash's power as he could, saturating his tower and the land near it with magical energy.

And almost as abruptly as it started, it stopped. Morgash cut off Drath's hold on his power, but too late, Drath already had more than enough power to carve himself an empire. Chuckling, the Lich retreated to his chambers, plotting what to do with his newfound abundance of power.

Just some fancy IC fluff for saying that the AP Morgash has and the Pantheon AP he will get this week, are going to be spent on stuff Drath would want.

4 AP - 1 AP = 3 AP
1 AP Bless - The Peninsula of Torael is saturated with Magical Energy, making it easier to use arcane magic, and makes powerful spells even more powerful.

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-08, 10:50 PM

Halls of Death

Kipt takes punch less for thirst, and more to try to ease the tension. "It's good punch, Belsheroth," he comments quietly.

Timmon The Clever

Overhead, while they moved towards Freeport, a bird spotted them. It landed, and dropped a note near to Timmon. It read:

Congratulations, I applaud you. Not everyone can put up that kind of show to the guards. I'll cut to the chase. You know what this lich is capable of, what evils, what ambitions he holds. You know it is imperative that he should be stopped. I implore you to change course, and come and see me. If you can sneak into Shreddokk, come to the old town hall, and one of mine will spot you, and bring your group into our home.

The Deserter

Monte Mora

When Jewel arrived, Jib was rejoiced to see her. He ran to her, and was quick to speak. "Jewel! It's great to see you again. What happened to you? You seem shaken."

The Hunters

Drestin was examining Reddulch when Randon spoke. He was quick to offer his two cents. "Everything dies, even the gods. We'll find a way, however painful, to accomplish the same end." He seemed shaken to apprehend his former superior. "Why! Why couldn't you not be such a waste? Such a failure!"

You. . . Lose yourself, Drestin. He chuckled, for he knew he was at his end. "May you never forget who you made you who you are."

I haven't, and that is why we must end it. Rather than good versus evil, your actions mean that evil can only be opposed by another evil. You have soiled your name, The Mirage Empire's name, even Tresingiis' name! You're a disgrace! He turned to Randon. "What shall we do with him?"
Timmon The Clever

After fooling with his party in several different ways about what the note said, Timmon decides to follow it. If anything, he wants to get back at the people who threw him in that prison cell. So the group sets out in the direction of the town, making worse time than he would have liked.

Monte Mora
We don't actually have to play out dialogue.
"Jib!" she exclaims as well, and embraces him firmly. Releasing the hug, "you would not believe where I've been. Oh, you're going to be so jealous when I tell you."

The Hunters

"We kill him, I guess," Randon replied dully. "Like you said, ain't no one that can't die in this world.
" He holds the spike of his club neck level with Reddulch. "All that's left now is to do what needs to be done." Randon begins to measure the swing to make sure he is hitting right, oblivious to any comments that Reddulch is immortal. Ain't nothing in this world that can't die. Three, two, one- crunch

Elemental

2012-10-08, 10:55 PM

The Halls of Death

The table and punch vanished, save for the glass Kipt had already taken. Belsheroth placed one hand upon Morgash's shoulder. The flames of the chain did not touch him and he felt no heat or cold from them.
"You are forgiven."
Even in his madness, he still held onto the vestiges of his kindness and wisdom.
"But the chains remain. I have earned them."
He returned to where he had been sitting on the floor, erasing the heptagram that had been when he had bound Nettal. He inscribed on the floor around him another with his own blood. The spikes of energy that Morgash had used to impale him drove further into his flesh anchoring him to the floor stronger than before. Though he was allowed to sit up, the chains dug into him and tried to drag him down.
"Continue the trial Gwyn. Let there be no interruptions. I cannot guarantee my continued cooperation."
He made no threat. It was merely a statement of fact.

Yeshon

2012-10-08, 11:04 PM

The Trial

"... Belsheroth, you have not given reason for your actions, have you nothing to say that would sway our sentencing? No reason to offer??"

At the same time a voice resounded in the mind of Savorla.

"Do not fret childe, Gwyn simply does not feel she has earned the right to call you daughter. Seek her out after, I will delay her if you need me to."

Gwyn spoke again, "Please Belsheroth, if you have anything to say for yourself, now is the time."

Rollover: 18+7=25

The War of the North

This time would be known after to the knights, as the day of half death. For agonizing hours they lay upon the field, bereft of the will to move and denied death's embrace. Then as abruptly as it came, it ended.

The knights stood upon the field dazed and confused. The Captain snarled at the sky as the new knowledge entered his skull. Belsheroth had done it and now expected everyone to entrust their souls to him.

As quickly as his anger rose, it dissipated. He looked to the Barghest leader, "What say you? The gods have exerted their will upon us as if we were specks of dust, but I won't leave my knights to Belsheroth's judgement, I doubt you'll leave your warriors to him either. Oh, I'm sure some god will lift the edict, but they seem to have decided we're to be puppets on strings. And who's to say they'll always be able to lift the edict?"

He extended a hand, fully expecting to have it loped off, "You have my respect and I would call you equal. Join me and together we'll find a way to make him pay."

Rollover 3+1=4

Action: Raise Hero (Self)

Ending AP: 0

Cerune-Aftermath

Sophia & Huntress v. Profanti

Sophia's sword was blocked by the Ravenkin's dead body, she snarled, but when she got a closer look at the Ravenkin, she recognized her.

She snarled, "Yeah, I've killed people." She drew her hand back and unleashed a devastating punch straight for the Ravenkin's jaw!

"But I'm not a ****ing monster!"

The Captain v. The Doctor

The Doctor's icicle went straight through the Captain's head and out the other side, curiously, he remained standing, "Strange, before that would incapacitate me for a time."

He grabbed the Icicle and exploded with electric might, sending a bolt of lightning down the ice and towards the Doctor's arm, "What do you think could kill me now?"

Somewhere deep in the Bowels of Geasa

The tea certainly was pleasant, such an interesting fellow had come to visit him, he had never dreamed that he would have an ally among the gods.

He crossed his legs and began to meditate. He could feel the dreaming twist at his touch, feel it lurch to his will. It was amazing what results three thousand years of simply meditating could get you.

Rollover:3+1=4AP

Action: Create Fabled Life: Dream Liches-4AP
Ending AP: 0

Elemental

2012-10-08, 11:22 PM

The Trial

"I have thought it over Gwyn. Five thousand years of legal precedent direct me to the hangman's noose. The only defence I have that is meaningful is insanity. And as such, I am too dangerous.
"However, I will explain why I did it.
"The souls of Mortalkind need to be preserved and sheltered from those who would abuse them. For millennia, my brethren have interfered in this task by claiming that I had no right to perform it as I did. I could quite easily ignore the slanderous lies of Mortalkind concerning my intentions, but in recent times, an enemy has risen up against us and now Mortals themselves fight against me. As we speak, thousands are bound to the will of others through an action more unnatural than my own, their essence used to power the most despicable acts of sorcery.
"In my madness, I sought to end suffering the only way I could see possible. Life is suffering, to suspend life is to end suffering. Was this action right? No. Was this reasoning sound? Yes and no."
Belsheroth raised his hands, dragging on the chains that bound him.
"These chains are not strong enough to hold me for long. I know, I forged them to bind a weak and inconsequential God, not one as strong as myself."
He forged two white hot needles out of nothing and had them levitate before his eyes.
"Pass judgement Gwyn. You know all you need to know to do so. I must be bound and imprisoned in the strongest bindings possible. Savorla must blind me and my relics must be confiscated and sealed away.
"You, Gwyn, must continue my purpose and safeguard the Forests from those who would seek to bring it to ruin."
He fixed his eyes on the needles and awaited the deed to be done.

Elricaltovilla

2012-10-08, 11:26 PM

Darklady2831

2012-10-08, 11:36 PM

The Halls of Death

Morgash rose, if the struggle with Drath had harmed him, he did not let it show. "Nettal, your words are wise, but also inexperienced... he must be bound, yes, but not so much that he cannot do anything..." Morgash conjured an image of all the gods who were created near the start of time. Isanloff, Belsheroth, Kiloasa, Morgash, Daazo, Cam, Vargull, Reisen, Ceniza, and Orlur. The gods that had died since then faded into silouettes. Morgash's image changed to resemble himself as he was now. "We thought ourselves wise, and strong... we were that... but we saw the world through a shroud of our own importance... indeed, I was first birthed to bring clarity to this group... but my vision is long since past... the actions of the ancient gods as of late has brought to my mind a point... we should retreat from the world, and let the new gods take over. Our time is up, our views outdated... We are all old, old and tired..." Gazing at Belsheroth, Morgash calmly grasped the needles of nothingness, disintegrating them. "Do you agree, Uncle? Are you tired?"

So, I got this idea a while ago, that Morgash has finally realized that he and the other ancients are too old to rule anymore. Basically, I'm proposing that ICly, the gods that were created near the beginning of the game step down and let the newer gods lead the world.
Of course this doesn't mean that we stop playing, just that ICly our gods take on more of a mentor or advisor role.
Whaddya think?

Yeshon

2012-10-08, 11:38 PM

HalfTangible

2012-10-08, 11:38 PM

Cerune-Aftermath

Sophia & Huntress v. Profanti

Sophia's sword was blocked by the Ravenkin's dead body, she snarled, but when she got a closer look at the Ravenkin, she recognized her.

She snarled, "Yeah, I've killed people." She drew her hand back and unleashed a devastating punch straight for the Ravenkin's jaw!

"But I'm not a ****ing monster!"

The Captain v. The Doctor

The Doctor's icicle went straight through the Captain's head and out the other side, curiously, he remained standing, "Strange, before that would incapacitate me for a time."

He grabbed the Icicle and exploded with electric might, sending a bolt of lightning down the ice and towards the Doctor's arm, "What do you think could kill me now?"

Cerune

Doctor

I don't kill. The Doctor flowed to the side of the electric bolt (since the icicle shot was a projectile) and shot forward across the floor. He rose up before the Imposter, eyes shut, and said quietly, You'll wish I did.

And he opened his eyes, too wide, directly and close for the Imposter to do much more than see the paralyzing visions of all of his past sins colliding into his mind like an avalanche.

((I don't remember our plans, does the Doctor die in THIS fight, or a later one? I remember something about a demon and I KNOW the Huntress dies here...))

Huntress

The Huntress tried to wrap herself around Profaniti, trying to constrict her as if she were a gigantic snake. No tyrant shall rest while I fight.

The Trial

Ombra remained glaring at the Starlit reaper, silent. His mind boiled with rage, hatred, impatience all focused on Belsheroth... and shame, focused inward.

After a few moments, he spoke. Belsheroth should die. Not granted enlightenment. He turned to leave.

Mynxae

2012-10-08, 11:39 PM

Halls of Death

"But Morgash, who shall lead us? You are our great leader, without you we'd be lost!" said Isyldar, sounding disappointed.

Ysolde

Yvir woke up and tried to get out of bed, but was immediately pushed back down. She panicked and started to thrash her limbs around. "Do not worry, young Yvir. You are safe here. We will help you with your powers so they do not go out of control again" said a motherly Fireweaver, her eyes warmly glowing a light red with her inner fire. "My name is Jayne, and I'll be your watcher, your protector and your teacher here in the Fireweaver Temple" said Jayne with a smile on her face.

Yvir brushed some hair out of her face and slowly sat up, this time without being pushed back down. She smiled weakly at Jayne and said "Do we have any food around here? I'm famished. And how long was I out for?".
Jayne chuckled. "You were out for three days, child. Usually when a Fireweaver's power first shows itself, they overuse it by mistake and it ends up consuming too much of their life energy to stay conscious. I'm just glad you're safe. And I'll walk us to the kitchens to get a bite to eat. We'll take our time, you lost a lot of your strength!" said Jayne with a concerned frown on her face, helping Yvir out of bed and almost carrying her to the kitchens.

Once they got a nice steaming platter of food, they sat down at a table that looked like it had been carved from rock. "How did they make this table?" said Yvir between bites, already looking better after stomaching some food.
"They sliced it right out of the rock of the nearby mountain, using fireweaving. It's not too hard, but it takes several fireweavers to do it, otherwise it looks like a botched job" said Jayne with a light smile, her eyes twinkling, happy that Yvir was feeling better.

The Adventures of Teras - The Desert

Teras took a mere moment to relieve his gear and put it onto this giant horse. He could see no easy way to get on it, so he merely lifted himself up with his magic and placed himself down on its saddle. He grunted and snatched up the reins. "Yah!" he said, lashing the reins. The horse galloped off towards the desert until he was out of sight of Freeport, then settled into an easy canter. "I shall name you Beauty. Wouldn't you like that girl?" he conjured an apple from his bags and offered it to Beauty. She let out a happy whinny, grabbed the apple with her teeth and started munching on it. "That's my girl. We're going to get along great aren't we?" said Teras with a brief smile, rubbing Beauty's neck.

He set out towards the inn the goblin had mentioned, The Gabble's Shine. "An odd name, but I shall make do" thought Teras as he saw it in the distance after finding the niche. As he arrived, he tied Beauty to one of the posts out the front, putting a protection spell on her and his gear as he did. "No-one shall touch you, my dear. If they try, they shall get more than they bargained!" said Teras, with a dastardly chuckle.

He walked into the inn, went up to the bar and paid for a tankard of ale. As he sat at the bar sipping his ale, he caught the attention of the innkeeper once again. "Do you know where I can find someone called 'Simon'?" said Teras, his eyes twinkling as he thought of his future reward. "I have travelled all the way from Freeport to see him".

Elemental

2012-10-08, 11:45 PM

The Trial

You think this is because I desire martyrdom!? Has my insanity not shown you how dangerous I can be?
You are a fool Nettal! Do not even think that you can even begin to grasp the full import of my task!
He snapped out of it.
"It is not my choice Morgash. But the judgement has been made. I will go quietly, but if Nettal even so much as lays one finger near my purpose, then he will sorely regret it.
"I am ready."
He turned his eyes back to the needles that merely awaited the power of Savorla to plunge them deep into his eyes.

Elricaltovilla

2012-10-08, 11:46 PM

The Trial

Gwyn shook her head, "I am not sole arbiter of justice uncle, just as you are not sole defender of mortals. Regardless, I will protect the Forest as I must."

She looked to the other gods assembled, "We have heard what we need. So I propose punishment. I would take him to Anreydu and lock him in the deepest bowels of the Citadel were not even Inevitables dare to go. There, the Dreaming leaks into my Citadel, he will be forced to see Mortals as he tried to stop them from being. Living, hoping, dreaming, slaughtering, maiming, suffering, dying, he will see what mortals are, whether beautiful or profane, he will know them before his time is done. Whether this is punishment for him or reward, I know not, but he shall stay out of mortal and divine affairs. I shall keep him there, until such time as myself, Morgash, and Kipt, judge him to have repaid his crimes. Are there any among you who object? If so, please state your reasons.

I object, STRENUOUSLY. I have stated my reasons, Gwyn. But I will state them again.

To chain Belsheroth is to give him what he wants. If you give him what he wants it will only reinforce his behavior, making him more likely to repeat his actions. This is the third time now that he has killed on a grand scale, and each time it has gotten worse.

Binding the reaper will only admit that you fear him. It is the admission that you are not strong enough to challenge him fully, and make him pay recompense to those who he caused to suffer. If you cannot destroy him, then break him. Put him to work. Bring him low and make him a servant to those he would have harmed. Take from him all he holds dear and hand it to one he hates, let him see what errors he has done, let him strive forever to regain what he has lost.

THAT is how you defeat your enemy. THAT is how you discourage poor behavior. That is how you teach a god a lesson.

Mynxae

2012-10-08, 11:51 PM

Halls of Death

Isyldar looked towards Belsheroth with a grin, then spoke up. "Well, he hates me. Could I count for something that prestigious?"

The Bandicoot

2012-10-09, 12:12 AM

The High Roads

As Yohalles stirs in a deep slumber he subconsciously creates a new life cycle for the Lloyas. When a Lloya dies his spirit goes to The High Roads where it wanders for as long as it wishes before being reincarnated into a newborn Lloya.

Meanwhile Dull-Coat looks down at Yohalles and to think your faithful were worried you had abandoned them, in reality you were just taking a nap.... Get up idiot it's morning anyway he nudges Yohalles who only grumbles and rolls over. Dull-Coat looks at a bird and it along with all nearby birds turn into small red birds that let loose a loud shrill whistle every dawn. In response Yohalles unconsciously plops dirt in his ears so the bird's whistles don't affect him.

Ok that's it you dolt... gathering up all his strength Dull-Coat walks off in the distance a bit and reaches down into the earth, pulling up a large jagged cliff. Then he thrusts his spear into the ground and a great geyser of water shoots out, spraying Yohalles and quickly creating a small lake where he lays. Finally, this is enough to wake the young god and he leaps out of the lake coughing and sputtering.

Yohalles 26AP 2PP
-4AP Create Fabled Concept: The Lloya cycle of life and death
Ending AP: 22

Dull-Coat Starting AP: 4
-1 Create Life: Morning Birds, small blood red birds that let out a loud piercing call at every dawn.
-1 Alter Land: God's Rest Peak, a tall cliff. in The High Roads
-1 Alter Land: Rainbow Falls, a jet of water that shoots out from the top of God's Rest Peak and leaves a rainbow that ends in Yohalles Bed
-1 Alter Land: Yohalles Bed, a small deep lake that Rainbow Falls empties into.
Ending AP: 0

Keep in mind all locations are named by Yohalles's faithful, not Dull-Coat

Xondoure

2012-10-09, 12:32 AM

The Halls of Death

"I have another solution." The Fool said in a voice that took form as a whisper that would have deafened the ears of mortals had they been present.

The illusion, which had not left Belsheroth's vision winked at the god of death "Of course you could leave. But if you did you'd only be proving yourself right. I don't think you have it in you."

Meanwhile, the true Fool continued speaking. "The god of death deserves to die. But like it or not, the world needs him. Without the original concept of death... Let us say I am a fan of change, but change too sudden can break things enough to form constants." Catching himself before he spun off topic the Fool continued "I propose we kill him, and then we bring him back. Let him live out a mortal life as both a punishment and a gift so that he might once more understand the nature of the power he wields and its consequences. And at the end of this life, then shall we determine if he has earned his freedom back."

Yeshon

2012-10-09, 12:43 AM

The Trial

Gwyn nodded at the objections, "You raise valid points Nettal, but I don't trust him to-"

Then Reisen spoke, Gwyn's brow furrowed, "And how could this be done?"

Xondoure

2012-10-09, 12:46 AM

The Halls of Death

The fool laughed at Gwyn's remark obviously quite amused with himself. "By asking him nicely."

Elricaltovilla

2012-10-09, 12:53 AM

Or you could curse him into it. Send a god to watch him and make him toe the line. It's better than locking him in solitary confinement where he can brood on how he was "betrayed" or some nonsense. Nettal chimed in. It's a good idea Reisen, at least someone is bothering to think outside the box.

Yeshon

2012-10-09, 12:54 AM

The Trial

She looked at Belsheroth, "... Belsheroth? Are you willing?"

Cerune Aftermath

The Captain screamed in agony as all his sins rebounded upon him. His mind and sanity was being ripped apart, but somehow he was still concious.

Lady Serpentine

2012-10-09, 01:01 AM

"If he is not, I think that I can... Persuade him, shall we say? He may be more powerful, but he has little care for subtlety, and manipulation is one of my stronger points," Savorla sent to her mother, though she gave no outward reflection of it. "And while I admit it may not be the best time, since we're here and in contact, why is it that you refuse to acknowledge me as your daughter?"

Elemental

2012-10-09, 01:54 AM

The Trial

Belsheroth caught sight of Reisen's wink and was both encouraged and discouraged.
"Brooding about betrayal? Oh Nettal... The only one who has betrayed me this day is myself. And besides... My Brother can't think inside the box."
He thought for a moment.
"Am I willing? Does it matter? If for some reason I wasn't, you'd simply force the procedure on me."
From out of nowhere, he procured a piece of parchment and a quill pen. The flames began to eat at the edges of the parchment, but they did not do so with any haste, merely blackening the edges.
"I need to put some affairs in order while I still have some sanity."
He dipped the end of the quill into the pool of his own blood that he was sitting in and began writing.

Xondoure

2012-10-09, 02:10 AM

Drowlord

2012-10-09, 06:41 AM

Halls of Death

Aquaeris lifted his head, his eyes glowing oddly from the shadows of his hood.

"Lords and ladies of creation, why do we need this punishment? There is never such a vile act that one cannot atone for. If ye wish to punish any, chastise me in his stead, for I have taken the reins of Death at this moment, as a substitute for the Starlit Reaper. I have created horrors and relics to aid the cause of evil uncounted. Yet I stand firm in this: not one who atones should suffer. If ye remain resolute, I will quietly bow out of this, but know I have justice in my heart. So many gods we have lost in one way or another... Do we really need to do this to another?"

Lady Serpentine

2012-10-09, 08:17 AM

[Halls of Death]

"Who are you to speak here, sea-born? What is your stake in this?", Savorla sends quietly, at least insomuch as 'quiet' is an applicable term when referring to telepathy. "Not that I would deny your right to do so, of course, but my education has been rather... Lacking, as my mother told me nothing, and Belsheroth barely more."

Yeshon

2012-10-09, 09:15 AM

The Trial

Gwyn stiffens for but a moment, then sags, as goddess of truth she was incapable of lying, so she held nothing back, "That is because I do not feel I have done anything to earn that right."

When Aqaerius and Savorla spoke, she sighed, "It is not that simple. Yes he is sorry for what he did, but nothing has been done to rectify his instability. As it stands we cannot trust him with the powers of an Elder god. I see nothing that would stop him from attempting this all over again. Therefore Reisen suggested we kill him and allow him to be reborn as a mortal, so that his mind may be healed and he, have his chance at redemption."

planswalker

2012-10-09, 09:36 AM

Depths of the Greensea - Graiah

Graiah returned to his home in the Greensea Forest and brooded. Gods were doing things above, though it didn't really seem to effect the world itself. They bicker and such, but other than that one mean one who tried to kill everything but not give the actual release of death, it didn't matter. Life continued anyways. To Graiah's eyes, other than Father seeking to keep Life prospering, the whole lot of them were useless do-nothings. When was the last time one of them bothered to create Life?

Still, they had generated the majority of life on the world over their accumulated lifetimes. They'd created a nice template for Graiah to work with. Perhaps he should take a more active hand with their creations before judging them. He sent a mental message to his daughter, who was currently wandering the continents, observing the workings of mortals.

Antheima, daughter, go seek out ones who care for life like we do. Gather them to yourself and teach them to use our Power.

Of course, father.

Antheima was eager to accomplish this task. She had observed the mortal creations of others, and they fascinated her. Father Graiah focused on Life itself in all its forms, and that was good, but Antheima found those particularly intelligent mortals struggling on the surface of the world to be fascinating. They struggled harder than the less intelligent life, and they created things themselves. True, it was not living things for the most part, but create they did.

She had been wondering for a while now what they would do if taught her father's ways, and now Graiah has asked her to do exactly that.

The World Abroad - Change to the Changelings

Without wasting any more time, she sought out the two kinds of mortals most like herself already, the woden and the changelings of wood.

She first came upon a wood changeling wandering a lonely road.

"Would you like to learn to shape the power of Life?" she asked it.

Lady Serpentine

2012-10-09, 10:30 AM

[The Halls of the Dead]

"So you would deny me affection and acknowledgment because you feel you have not earned the right to give it to me? And what have you done to earn the right to withhold it? Inaction is not always null.

Besides which, did you not consider how it would look to others, and how I would feel? That it would seem as though you felt me unworthy, not yourself?"

[Changing Unchained Changelings]

"Life you offer, and life we are, brought from here, from very far, from the land beyond that star.
Pledges made cannot be broken, 'tis the nature of who you've bespoken.
So who are you who seeming true offers things we own, but calls them new?
Power you say, but power we have, to do many things, by dark or day.
To grow, to kill, to choose as we will, that is power over life, to make a beginning or end all with a knife.
So tell us quite well, why you come where we dwell, to give us something we've had since to Faerie we fell?"

planswalker

2012-10-09, 12:08 PM

[Changing Unchained Changelings]

"Life you offer, and life we are, brought from here, from very far, from the land beyond that star.
Pledges made cannot be broken, 'tis the nature of who you've bespoken.
So who are you who seeming true offers things we own, but calls them new?
Power you say, but power we have, to do many things, by dark or day.
To grow, to kill, to choose as we will, that is power over life, to make a beginning or end all with a knife.
So tell us quite well, why you come where we dwell, to give us something we've had since to Faerie we fell?"

Change Changeling Chaining Cha-Ching!

"I am Antheima, daughter of Graiah the lord of Life. He was formed from the power of Kiloasa; shaped by the will of Kipt. Though there is life already, it is pale and poor compared to its potential. Graiah seeks to expand and fulfill all that is within it.

I have come to offer teaching. There is an energy within life that few can see, and only a handful can shape. I offer to teach you how to shape life itself. It shall begin by unlocking the potential within yourself, and it shall end at the limits of your imagination. Does that interest you?"

Darklady2831

2012-10-09, 12:32 PM

Torael, Land of the Lich King

Drath sat upon his black throne, enjoying the sensation of having so much magical energy at his beck and call. One could say he was drunk with power. So drunk in fact, that he could see far from his tower, into the northern wastes. He extended his reach, probing the lands to the west. He saw the endless tundra, and sought to change it. Thus, he created a chain of mountains upon the borders of Sarkan. Large, jagged peaks, they would serve as a shield against invasion, for they were fraught with peril. Terrible blizzards and dangerous mountain passes, for an army to make it through the Barrier Peaks intact would take a miracle. Drath chuckled, relaxing, he still had plenty of power to use.

3 AP - 1 AP = 2 AP
Alter Land - The Barrier Peaks: A chain of mountains along the eastern border of Sarkan and the south-eastern border of the Ice-Kin Lands. They are almost always troubled by storms and dangerous beasts.

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-09, 02:03 PM

The Trial

"I would just as well not enforce punishment either," Kipt explained to Aqaeris, "but alas, Gwyn is right. Either means of educating Belsheroth would be acceptable to me," he continued. "Nettal, you need to understand that this is not about winning. Our victory in this is not to kill a god, or prove that we are better than a god; we do this so that he may be redeemed."

Drowlord

2012-10-09, 02:42 PM

The Trial

Aquaeris half-bows. "I... see your reasoning. If that is the choice, I will get out of here. There are other ways than mine. As god of remembering the dead, I know that life is precious. All can have beauty if you see true."

He responded to Savorla the same way, though in a slightly different manner. Accompanying his telepathy there were occasional images that would spark into being and out very quickly in her mind.

I am one of the gods of remembrance and death, as well as life. I know that some deserve the chance to learn, and not to die immediately. I'm also one of the oldest and most evil of the gods; if needs be, I sacrifice myself for others, as my life is not worth saving.

As an afterthought, if you ever wish to learn more , or even just to visit me, my home is always open to you. Savorla, you've got a good mind. See that you never lead it to dark paths. I trust you won't.

He then smiled kindly at Belsheroth and vanished.

The Bandicoot

2012-10-09, 02:49 PM

The High Roads
Yohalles looked up at Dull-Coat So? What're you on about? Wake me up and then stand there like a lemming.

You were asleep for a long while you cantankerous goat! Slept through half the war. Slept through some of your faithful crying out to you. Now the Lloyas are pretty evenly split between those who think you a god and those who know you're no more powerful than me. Don't worry though, I know my place. As long as you send me places where I find glory I will follow you.

Yohalles stands up and cracks his neck. Well then go, adventure and find your own glory. When I have something suitable to your skills I will call you as I did before. Until then I will be off finding my own fun while the other gods bicker and argue. a pack full of traveling gear appears on Yohalles's back and he looks towards the sky I have no place in mind my home, take me anywhere. he starts walking and soon The High Roads whisks him away.

A Chance Encounter

Yohalles appears a short distance behind Wigbach and walks up to stand beside him, quietly taking a swig from a skin of ale and deciding to let the other god be the one to start the conversation.

Yeshon

2012-10-09, 03:55 PM

The Trial

Gwyn frowns at Savorla's words, "I... had not considered it in that light. Apologies, daughter, I am... new at this."

Gwyn looked at Belsheroth writing on his parchment, she hoped he'd be done soon, then she looked back to Reisen, "Must we kill him in a specific way? Or shall my spear suffice?"

Elricaltovilla

2012-10-09, 04:01 PM

The Trial

Looking at Nettal the Fool grinned. "He's right you know, you can't betray someone you openly didn't like in the first place. And well, we could curse him. But curses are a funny thing, easily broken, even more easily twisted. Should the decision be his, well, that's much harder to go back on. Free will is truly the most devious of chains left by the Creator."

I was not saying that he would betray me, Reisen. I was saying that Belsheroth would brood on his being betrayed by his fellow gods. Whether that actually happened or not. I have seen it before on the mortal plane. It is a common occurence among both the insane and the powerful. And Belsheroth is both.

The Trial

"I would just as well not enforce punishment either," Kipt explained to Aqaeris, "but alas, Gwyn is right. Either means of educating Belsheroth would be acceptable to me," he continued. "Nettal, you need to understand that this is not about winning. Our victory in this is not to kill a god, or prove that we are better than a god; we do this so that he may be redeemed."

You would not acheive victory in any regards, Kipt. Belsheroth cannot be trusted, and I doubt he can be redeemed. Once he has regained his former status he will seek revenge. I will be ready, will the rest of you?

Lord_Asmodeus

2012-10-09, 04:09 PM

Vargull, The Trial

Vargull lifted his glowing blade, his eyes burning hatred at the reaper. He had always hated him, hated his arrogance. This was merely the latest in what was to him a long line of oversteps, only now did the others see it as Vargull had long seen it. "Will only one gods' power suffice? Perhaps we should be sure of his untimely demise..."

Turning to Nettal, Vargull snorted, fire billowing from his helm. "I will always be ready for War."

Xondoure

2012-10-09, 04:21 PM

"All he has to do is take a swim in the Pools of Divine Possibility. His power will be stripped of him and scattered amongst the stars, and a child will be born on the mortal plane. How much he remembers as he gets older will depend on how much we lords of creation interfere." The Fool said calmly. "Such is the purpose of the Labyrinth; the renewal of creation."

Yeshon

2012-10-09, 04:28 PM

Gwyn nodded not bothering to hide her relief, "Then I will accompany the prisoner and yourself to the Pool... if you are ammendable to this uncle."

Lord_Asmodeus

2012-10-09, 04:30 PM

Vargull seemed a tad disappointed, if that could really be seen beneath his armored figure. "Are you sure I don't get to stab him at all during this process? It seems a waste of a perfectly good opportunity. I suppose stripping him of his power, and keeping his filthy hands away from mortal souls will have to suffice... for now."

mystic1110

2012-10-09, 04:34 PM

A Chance Encounter

Yohalles wasn't truly around when Isanloff yet lived, as such this god was just another god. And to delve into Wigbach's motives more closely - we discover his philosophy: There are no gods. This isn't a grand goal nor is he a murdering psychopath. Thus when Yohalles appeared, the empty tattered robes of the God of doubt looked at the newly arrived lord of creation. And extends his terrible cloak in the shape of broken hands towards the god... in a gesture that can only be seen as "pass the wineskin."

Darklady2831

2012-10-09, 04:35 PM

The Trial

Morgash spoke up, "I agree with Vargull, we should strip away his godly power and store it safely away. I also think that Belsheroth should spend as many lifetimes as a mortal as it takes for him to learn his lesson, as judged by Gwyn, Kipt, and myself. To this end, his mortal form should not remember his time as a god until it comes of age."

Xondoure

2012-10-09, 05:30 PM

"I thought I made it clear he would remember nothing?" The Fool said with an irritated glance towards Morgash. Turning to face Gwyn, the Fool bowed his head slightly. "If you would step this way." As he spoke he gathered his arms around him. With a flourish he opened them once more and in place of a torso appeared a portal. Through it Gwyn saw a familiar sight, the swirling waters that had once given her clues to the answers she sought.

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-09, 08:54 PM

The Trail

A thought suddenly occurred to Kipt. Living life as a mortal might not be so bad. It would certainly free him from all of the godly pressures and depression he had lately. It's too bad that I have a duty to these gods, and to the world, he thought in dismay. But what if doing this- becoming a mortal for a short time- was dutiful, and for the betterment of the world? "If it pleases the trial, I would accompany Belsheroth, and be born as a mortal twin brother to him. With influence and guidance from the ideals I uphold, we might stand a better chance of getting through to him. Of course, I would not retain my memories either, but at least we would have each other to keep each other company."
This actually sounds like a really cool plot to me. Kipt and Belsheroth, mortal brothers. Right now, I have a character who is pregnant if we want to use her. Where better than as Elthiens in a loosely pro-lich household in the Lokab Empire?

Xondoure

2012-10-09, 08:58 PM

The Trial

The Fool's head turned and bowed to Kipt as well. "The thought that other gods might wish to experience mortality had occurred to me. The gateway is open to you as well."

Elricaltovilla

2012-10-09, 09:04 PM

The Trial

The Fool's head turned and bowed to Kipt as well. "The thought that other gods might wish to experience mortality had occurred to me. The gateway is open to you as well."

Nettal shook his head slowly. I'm going to decline your offer, Reisen. I only recently stopped being a mortal. I think I'll stick to divinity for a while longer.

His immaterial form shuddered as matter around him collected to form a new body. His old body was the rich brown of aged mahogany, but this new one was like black lacquered ebony. Where once he had green leaves growing in long vines down his head and back, now only charred smoky branches sat. But most startling was that his new body lacked both a mouth and a neck. His blackened head floated above his shoulders, held in place by immaterial force.

mattsdelf

2012-10-09, 09:04 PM

Timmon the Clever

Timmon's party grew closer to Shreddokk. there where some guards posted, but they where asleep or playing dice. It would have been easy to sneak into the city.

Monte Mora

After some great hellos and an exchange of stories, Jib was very happy to see Jewel again. He asked her what she thought to do next, if anything.

The Hunters

The club hit with an amazing smash! Surely such a blow would have ended a life without passing go or collecting $200, but somehow, with a caved in skull, Reddulch managed to spit; "Ha!"

The Gabble's Shine

The woman bartender nodded, "Aye. He must be in the back, I'll go fetch him for you." She left, then came back a few minutes later, followed by a Human male; about 5' 7" with short, black hair and primitive rounded glasses. He emerged in front of the bar, and called out to Teras.

"My name is Simon, Is this about the letters? You must be. . . Teras, based on the description?"

Amongst the shifting sands

The woman was relieved in a way. "That's good, from the hush hush nature of it, I'd thought it was an invitation to a funeral. The man said I should tell nobody else he was here."

Lady Serpentine

2012-10-09, 09:09 PM

Change Changeling Chaining Cha-Ching!

"I am Antheima, daughter of Graiah the lord of Life. He was formed from the power of Kiloasa; shaped by the will of Kipt. Though there is life already, it is pale and poor compared to its potential. Graiah seeks to expand and fulfill all that is within it.

I have come to offer teaching. There is an energy within life that few can see, and only a handful can shape. I offer to teach you how to shape life itself. It shall begin by unlocking the potential within yourself, and it shall end at the limits of your imagination. Does that interest you?"

"Twitcher."

"Maker."

"Twister."

"Shaper."

"Sidhe-sister."

"Cast out?"

"Kill!"

"Test her first, test her."

The gathering decays into a cacophony for a few moments, before a hush slowly falls, for no discernible reason.

"Everything has prices, some things more than others. Tell us, what is yours? And the cost for breaking our bargain on our part? For we would not trust your word alone, not on this, or anything; you are not of us and we will not return."

The Trial

Gwyn frowns at Savorla's words, "I... had not considered it in that light. Apologies, daughter, I am... new at this."

Gwyn looked at Belsheroth writing on his parchment, she hoped he'd be done soon, then she looked back to Reisen, "Must we kill him in a specific way? Or shall my spear suffice?"

"Your apology is accepted, mother," Savorla replies, the impression of a smile in her thoughts. "I am not one to judge for inexperience, or to hold grudges against my family easily... You will be welcome in Netheli, should you ever wish to visit."

planswalker

2012-10-09, 09:20 PM

"Twitcher."

"Maker."

"Twister."

"Shaper."

"Sidhe-sister."

"Cast out?"

"Kill!"

"Test her first, test her."

The gathering decays into a cacophony for a few moments, before a hush slowly falls, for no discernible reason.

"Everything has prices, some things more than others. Tell us, what is yours? And the cost for breaking our bargain on our part? For we would not trust your word alone, not on this, or anything; you are not of us and we will not return."

Antheima - Negotiations

"You are shrewd to note that. The cost is twofold. The first is that once you have awakened to the power of Life, you cannot never ignore it again. You will never be able to view the world as the simple thing you see now. The second is that you will propagate and encourage Life wherever you go, whether you will it or not. It will be to your benefit to learn shape this creation to suit your will. If you don't, the power will change you. Dare you accept the dangers that come with power?"

Lady Serpentine

2012-10-09, 09:31 PM

Antheima - Negotiations

"You are shrewd to note that. The cost is twofold. The first is that once you have awakened to the power of Life, you cannot never ignore it again. You will never be able to view the world as the simple thing you see now. The second is that you will propagate and encourage Life wherever you go, whether you will it or not. It will be to your benefit to learn shape this creation to suit your will. If you don't, the power will change you. Dare you accept the dangers that come with power?"

[The Maddened - Negations?]

"But those are risks, not costs, side-effects, not what you wish in return for your teaching. So what cost would you put on this power? And again, what happens if we break our deal? And what penance would be on you, if you fail to teach us? Are we to set that, without your aid? If so, you trust much, to put your life in the hands of those you know not, though it could show you have no intent to break it... But still, circumstances can always interfere, regardless of intent, so it is still unwise, even in that case."

The Bandicoot

2012-10-09, 09:35 PM

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-09, 10:53 PM

Starting with 13+1 AP
Create land, The Green Island: -2
Create Life, Dinosaurs: -1
Bless, mortal bodies for Kipt and Belsheroth: -1
Leaving me 10 AP

The Trail

Kipt nodded. "I would, thank you. Before I go though, there is a thing or two I should probably attend to."

Green Island

The Druids needed a new home, that much was obvious. Fortunately, Kipt had heard their prayers. He creates a sizable island just off of the east coast of the eastern continent complete with forests, mountains, rivers, and waterfalls. Kipt is proud of his creation and decides that it is everything the druids could ever want. For them, Kipt also creates the wildest of beasts. He populates the Green Island with dinosaurs to challenge the druids at taming animals.

Low Roads

Osha reappeared, and gathered the council of druids. They were all anxious to hear from her after she had been gone so long. "I have found it!" she exclaims. The others look at her, not knowing what to think. "The land that Kipt promised; it exists." Several of them looked excited about this discovery, until Flaeme spoke up. "We cannot trust this promise of new land," she said. "It could be some trick or curse. No, we are far better off making our own path." Stamyn was aghast, "How can you say that?" he asked. "Easy," Skele spoke up, "We never suffered these problems under Kiloasa. I think we will go back to worshiping him." The room erupted with noise. "I feared you would all be too blind to see it," Flaeme continued, clearing the chatter. "When your new god fails you, we will welcome you among us. Until then, Skele, me, and all the Woden who will follow us will be going back to the material plane." Brenson especially looks on in disgust as they leave. "I assure you that Kipt does care about us in these troubled times!" he announces to the Woden people, and leads the way to the Green Island.

Through all of the commotion, Osha hangs back with Seera, who doesn't seem to be moving at all. "Seera, whats wrong, aren't you coming too?" "Actually, no," he replies. "I have decided to stay with the Lloyas." "I want to stay with you!" she says impulsively. "I'm glad. It will be good to have another of my race around." Osha looks uncomfortable. "Wha-" he begins, before Dreamwalking himself to the answer. He sees past her skin to her true form, a Kalpan. "You liar! I can't believe you would do that! And after all this time..." "Listen, I am as much a Woden as you. I am no impostor. I was born and raised in the Razorpine, and I took Woden form for so long because... well, I just wanted your acceptance. You are not fully Woden yourself!" It was true that Seera was part Woden; one of his parents had been Elthien, and he shared some Elthien features. "I guess I can forgive you, then. You are still the Osha I know, and you had no ill intentions."

Osha, Seera, and a several others joined the Lloyas; Stamyn, Brenson, and the followers of Kipt migrated to The Green Island; Flaeme, Skele, the Wildings, and a few others moved into the forests on the eastern continent; The Rangers decided to stay on the moon, and elected the former horn blower for the council to be their leader.

The Hunter's Wife

Kipt blesses the unborn child in Ella's womb to split into triplets. Two of the children do not have souls so as that a god may easily slip beneath one's skin.

The Hunters

"Holy ****" Randon looked upset and disturbed by the fact that Reddulch didn't die. Maybe he can't be killed, he thought reluctantly. "How do you kill something that won't die?" Randon asks Drestin after a moment of thinking about it. "Do you restrain it for eternity?"

Shreddokk

"Wheres the fun in getting in legally?" Timmon asks his party, "and if they ask, we didn't know." "Just be careful," Taylor replied, "we all know what happened last time." Blythe chimed in "Yeah, be careful babe." "Salsalace, why don't you go first? At least that way we can murder them if they deny us," Timmon continued with a deliberate lack of delicacy. Salsalace gives him a look, but complies. The group proceeds into the city, and resumes the search for the deserter.

The Trial

"It is done, I am ready to go."

Xondoure

2012-10-09, 11:18 PM

Amongst the Shifting Sands

"Could you describe this man for me?" Gwen asked.

Yeshon

2012-10-10, 12:08 AM

The Trial

"Thank you daughter... I will visit when I return."

Kipt's longing concerned her greatly, but Gwyn nodded and grabbed the chains after Belsheroth had finished writing and helped him to his feet. "Let us go then."

Darklady2831

2012-10-10, 12:35 AM

The Trial

Morgash followed Kipt, his withered arms crossed. "I may create a mortal shell with which to watch the mortal form of Belsheroth. An elder perhaps, a traveler to watch him grow. Just to ensure that nothing goes amiss during the first decade or two of it's life."

Lady Serpentine

2012-10-10, 12:57 AM

Elemental

2012-10-10, 02:44 AM

The Trial

"Shut up Nettal. Your voice brought on my last bout of insanity. It would not be good for your continued health to risk another."
He ignored Vargull's insults and continued writing.
"Only one lifetime Morgash. If that does not work, the chains it will have to be."
He finished his last line and laid his quill on the ground where at last the fires consumed it. Gwyn helped him to his feet and he handed her the parchment.
"Gwyn, I wish for you to be my Executor."

Starting AP: 8
Craft Relic: The Will of Belsheroth. In essence, it is merely a sheet of parchment with writing on it that transfers responsibility for the defence of the Forests of Starlight, guiding souls to rest, guidance for the Belsherai, final approval over the choice of High Ecclesiarch, and a number of other lesser tasks to the Executor chosen by Belsheroth.
What exactly this means is still to be decided.
Remaining AP: 4

Elricaltovilla

2012-10-10, 03:21 AM

Novaix

2012-10-10, 06:08 AM

Alchazzar, Morgazzar
So, that was that. Fyurl got up from his makeshift throne slowly, letting it fall back into place in the floor. The peace conference, as it were, certainly seemed to have taken an interesting development. A good portion of the gods were going to simply leave for the time being... surely, in that time, Fyurl could find something to accomplish that he otherwise couldn't.

It was nice to have Morgash's palace all to himself, the dark god mused. Whether someone would assume control over the pantheon Morgash had left, or if in a stroke of luck he himself managed to do so... it didn't particularly matter. This location still belonged to Morgash himself, and if Morgash was straying from the path of Evil, it wasn't safe anymore - even if he wasn't, it probably wasn't the best idea to stick around. While Fyurl could simply hide himself using the Mantle of Shadows, and the Iridescent Viewport was a valuable asset, it was too risky. He supposed he could weave his own plane to hide in, a plane nobody would know of or be able to find... perhaps later.

Curling his wings around him, Fyurl vanished.

Castle Diabolus
While the Harbinger could have teleported directly inside, it was simply more fitting to walk up to the castle directly. The Jiang Shi were created with belief in Fyurl embedded in their very core to ensure subservience, despite their lack of outward worship, and so all noticed him as he made his way to the central throne room. There, he sat. Was he safe here, truly? It was far out of the way, yet it nevertheless was a large castle, not something that would go unnoticed forever. His retreat into the hidden darkness would have to be better than that. Not to mention, soon he doubted he would be able to remain on the material plane at all, but for now, he needed an immediate place to rest.

First and foremost, Fyurl addressed an issue the Jiang Shi could be facing, granting them a blessing from his power directly. It would let them use all sorts of powers, if they learned how to wield it properly, and also help them control themselves if they ate one too many souls. It was akin to becoming a cleric, he supposed, but in his own twisted way.

Secondly, though they were hidden well enough, there was no such thing as being too thorough. The earth opened, drawing the Castle into its depths, and closing, forming an imposing mountain. Within the mountain, endless tracks of caverns would deter anybody trying to hunt down the Jiang Shi. In addition, Fyurl directly applied enchantments, ensuring those who didn't know about the castle would never, ever find it. At least, any mortal... although the castle was not directly known to any God so far, he was certain, even though it wouldn't be hard to locate if they chose to, or even if they simply happened upon it. Nevertheless, it was still a measure of defense.

Thirdly, the matter of a place to hide - gathering the circle could wait. Though Morgash himself was not particularly trustworthy anymore, there were others of the Circle who were less easily swayed. For starters...

Telepathy
It wasn't too hard for Fyurl to seek out his Isyldar, being his father. Not to mention, the Harbinger was only just watching him through the Viewport, and the Vanguard's less than perfectly sane mind didn't particularly lead itself to subterfuge.

"Good day, father. I trust you are taking good care of yourself."

"I shall skip ahead to my reason for contacting you. You saw what you saw - given that Morgash is no longer our leader, it stands to reason that Morgazzar is no longer a suitable headquarters for the Circle of Darkness. I figured you would make the most sense to go to, as my father. Would you happen to have a new base of operations in mind? Perhaps the Circle should convene somewhere, and plot out our new direction."
+8AP for two rollovers.
10AP+2PAP
Create Lesser Concept: Soul Fury. To prevent fully diablerised souls from destabilising the Jiang Shi, Jiang Shi are able to drain the energy of the soul directly, tiring it out too much to do anything unless the Jiang Shi is also exhausted. The primary method of this is Soul Fury, which allows the Jiang Shi to take on an empowered form, appearing like Fyurl does. Only those who have diablerised hundreds or thousands of souls appear red like him, though, and those who have diablerised less are progressively bluer in colour. Weaker Jiang Shi who have diablerised less souls also lack the wings, and have smaller, useless tentacles, as do Jiang Shi who wish to redirect power into supernatural abilities. -1AP
Alter Land: Castle Diabolus. The castle is now located quite far underground, hidden under a small mountain and a vast network of tunnels. -1AP
Bless: Castle Diabolus. Only people who already know where Castle Diabolus is can find it, apart from Gods. -1AP
7AP+2PAP

planswalker

2012-10-10, 09:30 AM

[The Maddened - Negations?]

"But those are risks, not costs, side-effects, not what you wish in return for your teaching. So what cost would you put on this power? And again, what happens if we break our deal? And what penance would be on you, if you fail to teach us? Are we to set that, without your aid? If so, you trust much, to put your life in the hands of those you know not, though it could show you have no intent to break it... But still, circumstances can always interfere, regardless of intent, so it is still unwise, even in that case."

Communication Errors

"All that I wish in return is that you use the powers given to you. The more powerful Life becomes, the more powerful my father and I are. The act of using the power we teach is the only coin of value to us. If you choose to not use the power once it is awakened, there will be no enforced penalty: none is necessary. The power itself will continue to grow and shape you whether you will it or not. If you choose not to use it, the power will shape you instead of you shaping it. I care not what "penance" you set upon the condition of my inability to teach. I can and will teach what I have offered to teach. The consequence of me not teaching what I offer is that my father and I will not gain the power we would by teaching others. If you wish for there to be a formalized contract with additional penalties, I am willing to trust you to make something fair. You are far more familiar with the proper procedure to create such a contract."

Mynxae

2012-10-10, 10:54 AM

Halls of Death

"He and I may have had our problems, but I do not wish Belsheroth to be gone forever. For what is a villain without a hero to stop them? I will watch over him with earnest, but I won't interfere unless deadly harm were to come to him" said Isyldar, his eyes watering up as he was about to lose his greatest nemesis for a mortal's lifetime.

And with that, he smiled and dissipated into a light green smoke, coiling around Belsheroth in a light hug. "As much as I hate to say it, I trust you. Not with my life, but I do trust you. I wish to apologise for my hatred towards you, I was merely just a child back then. I wish to be the better god, and I truly do not wish you any harm. I'm sure we'll be likely to clash in future, considering our alignments, but at least once, I want to be on the same page. Could you ever forgive me?" the smoke whispered softly in Belsheroth's ear.

Telepathy
It wasn't too hard for Fyurl to seek out Isyldar, being his father. Not to mention, the Harbinger was only just watching him through the Viewport, and the Vanguard's less than perfectly sane mind didn't particularly lead itself to subterfuge.

"Good day, father. I trust you are taking good care of yourself."

"I shall skip ahead to my reason for contacting you. You saw what you saw - given that Morgash is no longer our leader, it stands to reason that Morgazzar is no longer a suitable headquarters for the Circle of Darkness. I figured you would make the most sense to go to, as my father. Would you happen to have a new base of operations in mind? Perhaps the Circle should convene somewhere, and plot out our new direction."

He heard his son calling him in his thoughts, listened and thought briefly upon it. "I have a solution, my son. Perhaps my newly made plane of Ysolde could be our new headquarters? It is hidden from a deity unless I give permission, so it would be perfect for a place for us to scheme!" he thought to Fyurl with a menacing laugh.

He left his smoky self to be a shard to stay with Belsheroth until his final moments, and sent his true self off to Ysolde.

Ysolde

He appeared high in the planet's atmosphere, searching for a good place to have as the Headquarters for the Circle of Darkness. He finally decided upon the top of the highest mountain on Ysolde that among the Fireweavers was known as Mount Pyrait. He flattened the sharp peak of the mountain, which was high above the clouds, and created a fortress with a courtyard open to the fresh mountain air. The courtyard had braziers of green flame lit around a grand table surrounded by comfortable plush chairs of unknown materials that glowed faintly with the favoured colour of each of the Circle, marking them as their own, his own chair seated at the head of the table.

"Members of the Circle of Darkness, I would like to call a meeting to discuss recent events and the future of the Circle itself. I am not including Morgash in this call for the safety of all of us, as he himself seems to have been turning to the side of good. I will imprint the location of our new headquarters upon your minds, but you will be unable to tell any other deity of this place" he stated in each of the Circle's minds, sending them the location of the headquarters on Ysolde.

He sat down in his chair and lay back, relaxing for the first time in a long while. He conjured up delicacies of several planes, laying them all along the table, bringing a juicy strawberry to his emerald lips and biting down on the soft skin, the juice bursting with flavour in his mouth. He sighed contentedly. "I need a vacation..." he thought with a smile on his face, savouring his time alone until the other Circle members arrived.

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-10, 12:52 PM

[The Trial]

Savorla steps through as well, should there be no objection from Reisen to Morgash's entrance, power dancing through her fingers as she does. "I would create a guardian, of sorts, for Kipt as well, if there is no objection? The mortal world is dangerous, especially for the young, and it seems to me it would be foolish to not take precautions against some ill coming to them before they can even learn their purpose..."

Turning to Reisen, she smiles softly, eyes more like molten gold than their usual icy yellow, and this time with a gentle, pleasing, warmth instead of searing anger.

"As well, I would also experience mortality, though separately from the others. Would my use of the Pool be acceptable to you, or should I seek for an alternate means of doing so?"

The Trial

When Savorla spoke, she caught Kipt's eye for the first time. "I would be honored to have one as lovely as yourself to spend some time with in my mortal life." It was an acceptance to her guardian, and a subtle invitation to something more.

New Dawn Isles: That other thing that Kipt definitely did after he created the Green Island

With the cycle changed so that mortals may return from the afterlife, Kipt saw a place he could contribute. He knew that with the afterlife having existed for how long it has, a first wave of people would be massive. To help ease the problem, Kipt makes the New Dawn Isles. There are three main islands, with countless smaller ones surrounding. Each one is unique in it's own terrain, and has people that are different looking from the next island. The people themselves are golems of three varieties created from the natural landscape, although considerably more human-like than we typically think of golems. Though made from elements, they are still biological beings; they just have different skin, or hair, or features. The Golems were made to be without life, which Kipt gave to them when he allowed souls from the afterlife to inhabit them permanently. Stone Golems are given to the souls of Hell, Sand Golems to the souls from Starlight Forest, and Clay Golems to those from alternative afterlife systems, their excess number being filled by souls from both Hell and The Forest.

The first island is Rock Island, having mountainous terrain, and Stone Golems. The second is Sparkling Shore Island, having sandy terrain with jungle and oasis in the center and edges, and being home to Sand Golems. Lastly, Highrock Island contains cliffs, sand, and one mountain, with light vegetation throughout. It is the home of Clay Golems. Sand Golems are slim and have dark tan skin with hair ranging from dusty brown to dark green; Stone Golems are well built and have grey skin with black hair that lightens with age; Clay Golems are bulkier and are known to have brown or orange skin of many shades with hair matching their skin which they often shave or braid. As they get older, they begin to resemble glass, diamonds, and brick respectively, and each has a tribal culture centered around the wisdom of those who have aged features.
Continuing my last post at 10 AP
Create land, New Dawn Isles: -2
Create life, Golems: -1
Bless, souls who have exhausted their afterlife may be reborn as Golems: -1
Form society, diamond leaders: -2
Form society, glass leaders: -2
Form society, brick leaders: -2
Leaving me with a whopping 0 AP
Hopefully I'll have accumulated some when I get back from being a mortal.

mystic1110

2012-10-10, 01:07 PM

A Chance Encounter

Yohalles passes the ale skin and hefts his pack over his shoulder, setting it on the ground in front of him. He then sticks the haft of Deathbringer into the ground, cracks his neck, and looks to Wigbach. So... he says, a slight grin slowly coming across his face.

Wigbach took the skin of ale and lifted it the empty place where his face would have been, yet as the god of famine, when the alcohol was emptied out it merely turned to silver sand that blew into the the void on solar wind. Almost sadly he dropped the the skin and it too blew away... He looked back at the other god but did not answer.

Yeshon

2012-10-10, 06:40 PM

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-10, 10:30 PM

The Trial

Gwyn read the parchment, "... I understand."

She rolled her eyes at Kipt's invitation to her daughter. She moved Belsheroth towards the portal.

But whispered in Kipt's ear, "Keep your hands to yourself."

She helped Belsheroth into the Labryinth just above the Well of Dreams, the sight was familiar to her, long ago she had dove within those waters, but she alone came out whole. "Do you have any last words?"

Kipt stood behind Belsheroth and next to Gwyn, prepared to enter the pool after Belsheroth. He blushed at Gwyn's comment, and offered a sly smirk. He hoped his relationship with Gwyn would not become too strained. He had enjoyed her company on the mission in the dreaming, valued her input as a counselor, and felt bad for the time he accused her of being a hypocrite for not supporting his pantheon. By her tone, Kipt figured that Savorla could only be a close relative of Gwyn's; besides, family relationships were kind of his thing. Yet it was in his personal godly nature to want to be with a goddess. "No worries, Gwyn," Kipt whispered back. Careful to keep his voice low, he continued, "I'm sorry if I caused any offense as well. You have to understand that a god of love will get carried away from time to time."

The Bandicoot

2012-10-10, 11:15 PM

Wigbach took the skin of ale and lifted it the empty place where his face would have been, yet as the god of famine, when the alcohol was emptied out it merely turned to silver sand that blew into the the void on solar wind. Almost sadly he dropped the the skin and it too blew away... He looked back at the other god but did not answer.

Yohalles pulls out another ale skin, keeping this one well away from WigbachI've been thinking lately.....doubting.... My own creation is beginning to rival the amount of power I had when I started this.... he flicks his hands business with mortals. I think....maybe we aren't gods. Maybe we're just.....whatever we are. Maybe I'm just a spirit of the Low Roads who has grown.

Yeshon

2012-10-10, 11:25 PM

Gwyn merely grunted in response to Kipt, but her demeanor seemed amiable enough... amiable for Gwyn anyway.

In reality, she wasn't sure why she said that, it merely felt right at the moment. Which she thought disturbing, especially considering what she taught her knights.* Almost in answer a memory tugged at the back of her mind, the memory of what she had experienced in the dreaming, she frowned slightly.

Maybe she really did want a family, she suddenly wished she had known her sons.

Despite this, she said nothing and merely waited for Belsheroth's response.

*Gwyn teaches knights that when you let emotion make a decision you risk your honor.

Lady Serpentine

2012-10-11, 12:42 AM

[The Trial]

Savorla shot a sharp glance at Gwyn, unsure of exactly what had passed between her mother and Kipt, but suspecting some sort of interference, given the care both had taken to keep from being heard, and the timing of her first comment, hoping to remind her that she had been handling her own affairs since her birth, and was still perfectly capable of doing so.

"Delightful as it might be, I am afraid that were I to meet you after our rebirth, I could be accused of attempting to influence matters, seeing that I have a vested interest in the outcome.

Perhaps we could both go to the world again after this matter has been settled, though, unless you have some way to take care of that difficulty now? And certainly, I would welcome knowing you as a divine, too, whether or not we ever meet as mortals..."

Elemental

2012-10-11, 04:11 AM

The Trial Aftermath

As Isyldar approached him, Belsheroth appearance grew grim.
"I will never forgive you."
He sent a pulse of force to repel the foul deity and stepped away.
As Gwyn helped him toward the Labyrinth, he removed his chains and they fell to the floor transforming into an innocent looking silver necklace. He removed the amulet he wore around his neck and passed it along with his scythe to Gwyn.
"One last task..."
As he spoke those words, one paragraph on the Will blazed with silver light.
"You shall act in my stead Gwyn and I know you will do well. But I implore you, find those who use the souls of others for their own ends and strike them down.
"Until next we meet."
He stepped into the Labyrinth and into the Pool of Divine Possibility, his blood staining the waters and leaving a trail behind him.

Starting AP: 4
Create Fabled Concept: Reincarnation: After two thousand years of death, a soul is granted the right to return to life with no memories of their former life or lives as the case will eventually be. This right cannot be revoked and will always be granted to those who desire it.
Remaining AP: 0

Xondoure

2012-10-11, 04:57 AM

The Pool of Divine Possibility

As Belsheroth fell into the water the pool began to boil underneath. The surface remained as flat as a mirror while just below colors flashed and water swirled in unnatural formations. The Fool had appeared on the other side looking at the assembly of gods with a solemn expression. Behind him stood a giant of a man wrapped in broken chains of ice, a young woman in a red dress whose features took on those of a fox whenever you happened to blink, and a ravenkin with a mask made of mirrors.

Elricaltovilla

2012-10-11, 10:19 AM

The Trial Aftermath

As Isyldar approached him, Belsheroth appearance grew grim.
"I will never forgive you."
He sent a pulse of force to repel the foul deity and stepped away.

NOTE: THIS ISN'T A RESPONSE TO BELSHEROTH
Just want to avoid any potential confusion caused by skimming :smallsmile:

Nettal walked up to Isyldar and laid a hand on the gods shoulder.

A parent scarred by insanity and grief, so much so he cannot recognize his own child. I doubt Belsheroth will ever acknowledge you. It is best you move on, before your parentage overcomes you. the words echoed quietly in Isyldar's mind.

The newly refleshed god walked past Isyldar's shard and out of the Halls of the Dead.

HalfTangible

2012-10-11, 10:56 AM

Cerune Aftermath

The Captain screamed in agony as all his sins rebounded upon him. His mind and sanity was being ripped apart, but somehow he was still concious.

The Doctor siezed the initiative, wrapping himself around the Imposter/Captain and constricting his limbs to hold him in place. He then shoved part of himself into the Imposter's mouth, trying to knock him out via strangulation.

Mynxae

2012-10-11, 11:17 AM

The Trial Aftermath

NOTE: THIS ISN'T A RESPONSE TO BELSHEROTH
Just want to avoid any potential confusion caused by skimming :smallsmile:

Nettal walked up to Isyldar and laid a hand on the gods shoulder.

A parent scarred by insanity and grief, so much so he cannot recognize his own child. I doubt Belsheroth will ever acknowledge you. It is best you move on, before your parentage overcomes you. the words echoed quietly in Isyldar's mind.

The newly refleshed god walked past Isyldar's shard and out of the Halls of the Dead.

Halls of Death

Isyldar was saddened by Belsheroth's actions, but understood why. "I shall try, my friend..." he whispered to Nettal. The smoke then dissipated, leaving nothing but the faint scent of strawberries in the air.

Ysolde

Isyldar thought of his beloved Virus as Belsheroth rejected him, turning his sadness into rage. "You shall never have The Virus in your Forests!" he shouted in fury, echoing around the Circle's Headquarters.

Start AP: 2PAP.

Bless AP1: Upon death, The Virus will be reincarnated with no previous memories as one of the race of Fireweavers. They will not possess any abilites from their old life.

End AP: 1PAP.

(mods, let me know if I need to make this a different action/spend more AP)

Markadelf

2012-10-11, 01:56 PM

Ysolde
Dralcor heard Isyldar's call to go to Ysolde, and he went there

mattsdelf

2012-10-11, 02:10 PM

The hunters

Drestin looked away from the paradox that was before them in horror, but then looked back, when it the problem wasn't solved. "Well, we could try a little harder. What kills people? We could destroy the body. What would happen then?" He looked around at the nearby landscape. He scanned the oasis, but then it hit him. "Water! We can drown him!"

Shreddokk

The group moves stealthily inwards, towards the old town hall. They pass several businesses that seem decayed; The totality of them was not preserved, beams and broken windows where commonplace in the alleys. They passed one dark alley where they could see a man wearing a feathered hat threaten a shorter figure with a knife, before backing down and running off in the other direction. When they came to the place where they had been summoned to, a figure in a dark cloak with a similarly dark hat approached them.

Amongst the Shifting sands

"Yes, he was tall, he had a shady appearance, but when he spoke, he sounded resolute. I thought him to be a good judge of character, since he seemed to know so much about me. He was a supporter of the Mirage before it fell, and he spoke little of politics to me. He seemed to be paranoid that someone was out to get him. He left on his horse the same day as he arrived, only stopping to deliver that letter." She didn't seem like she knew the man before he visited.

Lord_Asmodeus

2012-10-11, 05:14 PM

War in the North

Vuk'garan, arising from his own paralyzed state, looked to the Vampire "How exactly do you propose? Though his has made an enemy of Balsheroth, more so than ever before, I hardly think my Lord is to blame."

Post-War Cerune

The puppet laughed, and it bled as the bones in its face broke. It laughed again, in his voice. "You add insult to injury. My fall was not HIS doing."

As the Huntress tried to constrict Profaniti he sneered, and the tattoos on his body glowed, silver-white light erupting from his mouth and eyes, and from every pore in his body, to burn the shadow as she sought to tighten her grip on the Daemon.

Novaix

2012-10-11, 11:33 PM

Ysolde
As soon as the location was known to him, Fyurl vanished from Castle Diabolus, seated directly in his chair at the table, his elbows propped up on the table with his hands clasped together. He didn't make any noise or motion, waiting with all the patience of a saint for the rest of the members to arrive.

7AP+2PAP
Gain Domain: Wisdom (Forethought). -1AP 2PAP
6AP+0PAP
Domain AP:
Evil (Absolute): Starting Domain.
Balance (Chaos and Order): Starting Domain.
Magic (Jiang Shi): Create Fabled Life: Jiang Shi (4AP), Form Organization: Cruentus Consentio (2AP), Alter Land: Castle Diabolus (1AP).
Wisdom (Forethought): Craft Relic: Mantle of Shadows (4AP), Create Lesser Concept: Soul Fury (1AP), Alter Land: Castle Diabolus' Caverns (1AP), Bless: Castle Diabolus (1AP)
Fyurl is now a Lesser Deity

Elricaltovilla

2012-10-11, 11:43 PM

On Geasa

Nettal looked out on the world below. The mortal world that he tried so hard to protect was sitting there, gleaming as though it hadn't even noticed the effort he'd gone through, the torment he'd endured, the things he had lost to protect it.

Gods, it seemed, were destined for eternal conflict. There would be no end unless one god ruled over them all. But it couldn't be Nettal, he would never be accepted by the other gods and no mortal would ever know his name again. It needed to be an established power, a stable power, but still a power that could be toppled if it grew too dangerous.

Nettal would serve, faithfully of course, until such a time as the next god would be needed. And the cycle would continue, ad infinitum. But the cycle would be safe, it would be predictable. And the mortals would be protected.

As a gesture of his promise to the Material Plane, Nettal reached out with his will and restored the Razorpine Forest to its former glory.

Starting AP: 4
Alter Land 1 AP- Recreate Razorpine Forest.
Final AP 3

HalfTangible

2012-10-11, 11:48 PM

The Shadowlands

Ombra sighed and waved his hand over the table to clear the image. He set down his second Eye of Ombra on the shelf. Watch them. He said aloud, to frame the intent better in his mind. I'm going to want to know everything the gods do as mortals... And make sure there's no issues with the rest of the divine.

The Eye understood, he knew. He sighed and sat down in his red armchair and burrowed his 'face' in his gauntlets. Fat lot of good he'd done for Gwyn...

16AP
-4AP Create Relic: Second Eye of Ombra - this one is recording the lives of Kipt and Belsheroth
-3AP Gain Domain: Artifice(Crystal) (Eyes of Ombra - add up to 8AP)
-3AP Gain Domain: Artifice(Conjuration) (Gauntlets of Darkness)
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6AP Remaining

Ombra now has 7 Domains and is a greater diety. Apparently. Yowza :smalleek:

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-12, 03:43 PM

The Trial Aftermath

"Seeing as how you wouldn't have your memories, I don't think it would be a problem..." Kipt replies. "And yes, I would love to spend some time with you as well," he continues, smoothly.

Kipt looks down at the pool. Maybe he is debating whether or not he is going to go through with it after meeting Savorla, or maybe he is just getting himself ready, thinking about his farewell. "Aqaeris," he says, looking back up again. "Take care of the pantheon for me. You are in charge, or in charge of finding someone else if it is too much for you." Kipt puts a foot forward, "well, take care of the world while I'm gone everyone." He gives a wink that is probably directed at Savorla, and is gone.

Lokab Empire: Ella

While Randon is gone, Ella gives birth to two children which are far from ordinary. Belsheroth is the first out, followed by Kipt. "What will you name them?" Asks the goblin who helped her give birth. "I'm not really sure yet," she replies, "I wish Randon were here so I could get his input." She holds them both, and looks from one to the next. "I think I will call this one Tikip, he feels like a Tikip to me."

Shreddokk

"Hello?" Timmon asks cautiously. "I do believe I am supposed to be here. If not, please don't eat me. You may help yourself to one of my companions, though. I think you'll find Goblin much tastier than Halfling." Blythe laughed with him, Aston looked nervous, Salsalace gave him another annoyed stare, and Taylor just rolled her eyes.

Drowlord

2012-10-12, 08:14 PM

Garden of the Dead Gods

Aquaeris was weeding. Blasts of blue power translocated weeds to the rest of the Deep, and vines grew longer over glowing stone. He heard Kipt's statement and felt yet another burden descend on his shoulders. Judge of the Dead, Lord of the Empowered Council, what was next? He smiled at his own laziness and kept on tending the Garden.

Yeshon

2012-10-12, 09:29 PM

The War of the North

The Captain sneered, "By doing what all men since Ulstwyn have sought to do. Conquer death and then, find a way to Geasa and bring glorious war upon the gods."

NOTE: Way back when, The Guild handed a copy of the Adamantine Codex to the Calasancti, This contained info on all the gods and auto-updates, thus how he knows of Geasa

Cerune-Aftermath

The Captain

The Doctor constricts the Captain, but suprisingly, he doesn't struggle, doesn't react to the phalagnes being forced down his throat, merely continues to groan as the Doctor's eyes made him relive all his sins.

Suddenly the Doctor hears a voice in his head.

I Will Make You Pay!

Sophia

Sophia dropped to a knee and swung her sword up, trying to cut the Ravenkin in half.

"Then I will see you to your final rest."

Over the Pool

Gwyn took the Scythe, "I accept." She watched as Belsheroth and then Kipt dissolved in the water, if that's what you could call it.

She looked at Savorla and her words echoed in the goddess's mind, "I apologise for my interference, Kipt is a good god, but.... He is not a thoughtful god. I simply worry he may hurt you with a hasty word."

She looked at the portal then at Morgash, "But I should go soon, just in case my uncle decides he'd have more fun confining me in the Labryinth."

Despite her words, she smiled fondly.

Anreydu

The Crone sat on the dais of the tower of Clockwork, she had devised a solution, she didn't like it, but it had to happen.

The tower continued to click merrily away as something awesome happened within it. Something incredibly dangerous and stupid, but also, glorious. The Tower of Clockwork, became sentient.

Simultaneously, The Library, one of the highest towers of Anreydu, second only to the tower of Clockwork, received one of its last volumes, all that was left now, was to keep up.

Starting AP: 25

Create Relic Tower of Clockword -4AP, An awesome tower at the Center of Anreydu, it can process information tens of times faster than Gwyn herself. Usually used to predict likely futures or solve particularly strange conundrums. It is not perfect and may very well give false results, especially if it doesn't have enough information. It's biggest is a lack of lateral thinking.

Create Artifact The Library -4AP The tower where a certain Archangel is residing is now complete and has information on all subjects that Mortals can comprehend.

Gain Domain -3AP Knowledge (Wisdom)
-Create Relic Tower of Clockwork-4
-Create Concept The Way of the Source-1
-Create Organization The College of Wizardry-2

Ending AP: 14

HalfTangible

2012-10-12, 09:47 PM

Cerune-Aftermath

The Captain

The Doctor constricts the Captain, but suprisingly, he doesn't struggle, doesn't react to the phalagnes being forced down his throat, merely continues to groan as the Doctor's eyes made him relive all his sins.

Suddenly the Doctor hears a voice in his head.

I Will Make You Pay!

Sophia

Sophia dropped to a knee and swung her sword up, trying to cut the Ravenkin in half.

"Then I will see you to your final rest."

The Doctor's eyes narrowed. Get in line, pal. I've got 3000 years' worth of enemies. The Imposter didn't seem to be falling unconcscious, so he jerked his constricting body, trying to snap the Imposter's legs and arms to render him immobile.

Huntress

As the white light seared her flesh, the Huntress screamed from the magic attack and released her. She then slashed her arm-blades at the demon

((i'm assuming the attack is magic- actual, regular bright light wouldn't do damage to anything except her eyes))

Yeshon

2012-10-12, 10:01 PM

The Doctor's eyes narrowed. Get in line, pal. I've got 3000 years' worth of enemies. The Imposter didn't seem to be falling unconcscious, so he jerked his constricting body, trying to snap the Imposter's legs and arms to render him immobile.

The Imposter's arms and legs snapped, but he had a curious reaction, he smiled.

Suddenly the weight within the Doctor disappeared as Mist drifted through the small openings in the Doctor's hold and a cold, malevolent voice spoke, "Perhaps, but have you faced another who cannot die?"

The mist coallaced and the Captain reformed before the Doctor's eyes, he held out a hand and perhaps it was this moment, the Doctor realised the Captain had left the Drownsword behind.

With a Telekinetic command, the Captain called the Drownsword to his hand.

HalfTangible

2012-10-12, 10:15 PM

The Imposter's arms and legs snapped, but he had a curious reaction, he smiled.

Suddenly the weight within the Doctor disappeared as Mist drifted through the small openings in the Doctor's hold and a cold, malevolent voice spoke, "Perhaps, but have you faced another who cannot die?"

The mist coallaced and the Captain reformed before the Doctor's eyes, he held out a hand and perhaps it was this moment, the Doctor realised the Captain had left the Drownsword behind.

With a Telekinetic command, the Captain called the Drownsword to his hand.

With a glance, the sword was suddenly covered in ice, attached to the ground by an arcing pillar of cold. The Doctor glared at the Captain, his eyes still rebounding his past sins. I have not. But I have met many who claim they cannot die - they are always wrong.

Yeshon

2012-10-12, 11:20 PM

With a glance, the sword was suddenly covered in ice, attached to the ground by an arcing pillar of cold. The Doctor glared at the Captain, his eyes still rebounding his past sins. I have not. But I have met many who claim they cannot die - they are always wrong.

The Captain snarled as the sins of his past continued to assault him and yet, he endured, strange that he did that instead of simply looking away- "Yield!"

The Doctor, suddenly felt an inexplicable desire to do so.

Your decision as to how affected the Doctor is by the Captain's dominating gaze, afterall the Doctor's probably one of a handfull that can take it.

HalfTangible

2012-10-12, 11:26 PM

The Captain snarled as the sins of his past continued to assault him and yet, he endured, strange that he did that instead of simply looking away- "Yield!"

The Doctor, suddenly felt an inexplicable desire to do so.

Your decision as to how affected the Doctor is by the Captain's dominating gaze, afterall the Doctor's probably one of a handfull that can take it.

I don't take orders from anyone or anything that I don't wanna, human. The Doctor said coldly. Try again.

Yeshon

2012-10-12, 11:58 PM

I don't take orders from anyone or anything that I don't wanna, human. The Doctor said coldly. Try again.

The Captain snarled, electricity rippling along his form, then, he sobered "Fine."

He held out a hand and Telekinetically blasted open a section of the wall, allowing the cold air to rush in. He sprouted a pair of bat wings and flew outside.

Should the Doctor follow, he finds the Captain floating in mid air, wings idly beating every once in a while. "If you don't mind I'd rather not excercise my power in the confines of a castle."

He held out his hand and whispered, "change," his arm stretched to prodigious lengths closing the gap between him and the Doctor in a quarter second, faster than a human can even a recognize a threat. His electrified appendage struck for the Doctor's heart.

Simultaneously, he began to chant.

Mynxae

2012-10-13, 12:39 AM

The Gabble's Shine

The woman bartender nodded, "Aye. He must be in the back, I'll go fetch him for you." She left, then came back a few minutes later, followed by a Human male; about 5' 7" with short, black hair and primitive rounded glasses. He emerged in front of the bar, and called out to Teras.

"My name is Simon, Is this about the letters? You must be. . . Teras, based on the description?"

The Gabble's Shine

"Yes, I am Teras of Freeport, previously of Veran. I was called here by someone only known as The Deserter for a matter of great importance, and of great rewards" said Teras, his eyes sparkling with greed. "What can you do for me?"

Ysolde

After Yvir and Jayne had gotten a bite to eat, Jayne guided them back to her room. "I thought we were going to learn some Fireweaving?" said Yvir, looking disappointed.
"Don't be so disappointed child. I need to teach you how to meditate and control your thoughts first. Fireweaving is all about your emotions and controlling them, therefore controlling the fire inside of you" said Jayne seriously.

As they got to Yvir's room, Jayne had her sit down on her bed with her legs crossed, while she herself sat on a chair next to her. "Now, I need you to close your eyes. Thaaat's it, now relax your body, one muscle at a time. Start with your toes. That's it, good girl. Keep going or you'll never learn to control your powers..." said Jayne soothingly.

Elemental

2012-10-13, 02:35 AM

The Lokab Empire

The older child, the one who was Belsheroth, was sleeping. Indeed, he had been sleeping since his birth. Unusually for an Elthien, his hair was a pale, almost luminous silver. He had not yet opened his eyes, but they were very pale.
His Mother looked at him and she felt like naming him after the man she thought was his father.

Don't they have a triplet, a sister or something? I remember you said that Kipt made it so that instead of having a single child, she would give birth to triplets, the other two lacking souls to provide room for divine essence.
Anyway... I plan on having mortal Belsheroth go blind, and is it alright for him to be named Randon?

Lord_Asmodeus

2012-10-13, 07:31 AM

War in the North

Vuk'Garan thought that over for a moment, then smiled. "I believe that would please me, and my Lord. Of course, we will have to conquer the mortal kingdoms first, to have the power to confront the gods."

Post-War Cerune

The light was indeed magical

Profaniti merely grinned as Sophia's blade thudded into the Ravenkin, and stuck in its bones. Chortling with glee he danced back as be brought the corpse puppet to the side, attempting to throw Sophia into the Huntress, even as the Ravenkin continued to speak in his voice to Sophia "Trying a repeat performance eh? I'm sorry to say it's a done deal, you can't kill me twice."

mattsdelf

2012-10-13, 11:23 AM

Shreddokk

"Hello?" Timmon asks cautiously. "I do believe I am supposed to be here. If not, please don't eat me. You may help yourself to one of my companions, though. I think you'll find Goblin much tastier than Halfling." Blythe laughed with him, Aston looked nervous, Salsalace gave him another annoyed stare, and Taylor just rolled her eyes.

The dark figure laughed. He took of his hat with a smile, revealing a bright, human face with a dirty blonde, rough hairstyle. He spoke in a tone that would match the conversations spoken by friends in a bar. "No, I'm not going to eat you. Welcome to Shreddokk, the place of genesis for the uproar that has taken the country. Come quickly, they might see us here."

The Gabble's Shine

Simon was clearly more aware of the 'plan' than the stable-hand. "Right, come this way." Simon led Teras behind the bar to a keg of something strong, one could tell it was strong, it might have been whiskey or vodka, but that was irrelevant. He gave it a push towards the wall, and it gave, a few bricks of the wall pushed backwards an inch, and a click could be heard. After a few minutes of gizmo sounds, the keg moved over on a cable system that was hidden. Where the keg was, you could hear another click, and one of the bricks was pulled down, to allow a hand to pull up on a half inch thick false stone brick floor panel. There was a ladder, and some boards on a passage about 2 feet wide going down. Just inside was a lever, presumably to reverse the process and hide them. Simon grabbed a candle off of the bar, and brought it down, carefully as to not allow the flame near the barrel. The passage smelled musty, but the ladder was sturdy.

Simon was the first to go down the ladder, but motioned for Teras to follow.

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-13, 04:33 PM

The dark figure laughed. He took of his hat with a smile, revealing a bright, human face with a dirty blonde, rough hairstyle. He spoke in a tone that would match the conversations spoken by friends in a bar. "No, I'm not going to eat you. Welcome to Shreddokk, the place of genesis for the uproar that has taken the country. Come quickly, they might see us here."

"Alright," Timmon responded with seriousness. He bid his group to follow him, then moved after the figure.

Lokab Empire

"I think I will call one of them after their father," Ella continued. She looked at the third baby, the one the goblin was holding, "I don't know what I will call the last. Maybe I will just wait until their father comes home to name him. I am tired right now." She leans back and shuts her eyes for a little while. "You must be, you have just given birth. You deserve a rest."

Hazen

After his father was killed, Thordas didn't know what to do. he knew he had to leave, but where should he go? The new king was cracking down on patrols, and he estimated that they would find him soon, so he had no choice. The last night before he planned to leave without destination the next day, he shared another dream with Lansa. She told him that she was in The Port of Whales. After he exchanged where he was, she told him that he should find her, and he planned to do just that.

Xondoure

2012-10-14, 01:32 AM

Amongst the Shifting sands

"Yes, he was tall, he had a shady appearance, but when he spoke, he sounded resolute. I thought him to be a good judge of character, since he seemed to know so much about me. He was a supporter of the Mirage before it fell, and he spoke little of politics to me. He seemed to be paranoid that someone was out to get him. He left on his horse the same day as he arrived, only stopping to deliver that letter." She didn't seem like she knew the man before he visited.

"Thank you kind stranger. If he was traveling by foot I might make the effort to catch up to him. But since he's riding horseback I wonder if you would be so kind as to allow me rest here till morning?" Gwen asked.

Forwards in Time

Having arrived at the meeting location as fast as reason would allow Gwen looked around carefully taking in her surroundings. Whatever this was, she was determined not to be caught unawares.

Pool of Divine Possibility

"Gwyn, before you take your leave I have a question to ask of you. Do you think it right to allow the gods to interfere with the lives of these now mortals? Give the word and I shall hide them from all sight and knowledge, so none will know who they are, much less that two of our own have undertaken this transformation."

Markadelf

2012-10-14, 08:19 AM

DragonloftSorry about not posting this for a bit. Jarla manages to get past the Drakes without being seen and gets through the door to the next room, just in time to see at least 100 Drakes flying out a large hole. Other than the door she came in through, there is a door to the left, a hall to the right and the giant hole that leads into the sky. Jarla can hear more Drakes coming down the hall.

mattsdelf

2012-10-14, 08:22 AM

Shreddokk

They passed a couple of columns made of stone, and came to a halt by one of them. The Deserter knocked on it a couple of times, separately as if in code. Moments after he stopped, the column moved aside, and a passage oppened up. The Deserter said, ""Our safe room is down here. C'mon down.""

The Gabble's Shine

Gwen arrived at the inn shortly after Simon had opened up the passage. The inn was built of brick and stone, there where stables in the back. As she enters, she notices a bar, some barmaids, and people chattering at tables. In the corner behind the bar, there where some people standing over a secret looking passage. It looked like a secret passage because there where mechanical gizmos such as pulleys and latches, as well as a false bottom pulled aside and laid out against the wall. Simon paused and looked up; "Ah, you must be Gwen, follow us this way." Next to Simon, Gwen saw a Virus, who seemed to be there for a job, based on the tones of voice they where talking in.

Michael and Sofia
Finally, lol

Michael and Sofia entered the inn. They too saw the scene as Gwen did. The name, "Simon," was tossed around by the two standing over the secret hatch.

Yeshon

2012-10-14, 01:28 PM

The War of the North

The Captain held out his hand, "My thoughts precisely."

Cerune-Aftermath

Sophia streaked through the air towards the Huntress.

But something curious happened with the Rune Blade, it got very hot, a blue fire erupted along its length, threatening to share its flame with the corpse.

The Rune Blade is an Artifact Gwyn made for Sophia so that she could resist the Vampires, it's got a few goodies in there one of which is it really doesn't like necromancy, or any form thereof.

The Pool of Divine Possibility

Gwyn thought for a moment, then smiled, "You ask me a difficult question uncle... but I would ask that they live as their mortals lived. No more divine favor, or predation than a normal mortal would receive. So, if you could hide their identity, I would ask you to do it."

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-14, 08:10 PM

Dragonloft
No problem. Hey, were we going to have Jarla meet and escape with a named drake? Where would you like to go with all of this?
Jarla presses herself flat on the wall in another attempt to hide, blades ready for combat, should it arise.

Shreddokk

"Alright," Timmon says, still following, "but I'm going to want some answers sooner or later."

HalfTangible

2012-10-14, 08:39 PM

Cerune-Aftermath

Sophia streaked through the air towards the Huntress.

But something curious happened with the Rune Blade, it got very hot, a blue fire erupted along its length, threatening to share its flame with the corpse.

The Rune Blade is an Artifact Gwyn made for Sophia so that she could resist the Vampires, it's got a few goodies in there one of which is it really doesn't like necromancy, or any form thereof.

The Pool of Divine Possibility

Gwyn thought for a moment, then smiled, "You ask me a difficult question uncle... but I would ask that they live as their mortals lived. No more divine favor, or predation than a normal mortal would receive. So, if you could hide their identity, I would ask you to do it."

Post-War Cerune

The light was indeed magical

Profaniti merely grinned as Sophia's blade thudded into the Ravenkin, and stuck in its bones. Chortling with glee he danced back as be brought the corpse puppet to the side, attempting to throw Sophia into the Huntress, even as the Ravenkin continued to speak in his voice to Sophia "Trying a repeat performance eh? I'm sorry to say it's a done deal, you can't kill me twice."

The Captain snarled, electricity rippling along his form, then, he sobered "Fine."

He held out a hand and Telekinetically blasted open a section of the wall, allowing the cold air to rush in. He sprouted a pair of bat wings and flew outside.

Should the Doctor follow, he finds the Captain floating in mid air, wings idly beating every once in a while. "If you don't mind I'd rather not excercise my power in the confines of a castle."

He held out his hand and whispered, "change," his arm stretched to prodigious lengths closing the gap between him and the Doctor in a quarter second, faster than a human can even a recognize a threat. His electrified appendage struck for the Doctor's heart.

Simultaneously, he began to chant.

The Doctor

The Doctor screamed as the lightning struck him, but a bright toothy grin spread across his face as well. He then clasped onto the Captain's arm with one arm, and sliced down at it with a blade formed from another.

The Huntress

The Huntress extended her body to pierce the ground and used her shifting form to throw herself out of the way of the burning blade. She then reached up to try and catch Sophia before she fell and hurt herself.

Drowlord

2012-10-15, 06:36 AM

Michael and Sofía

Sofía walked towards the odd secret compartment, motioning Michael over.

"We as well got a letter from the Deserter."

mattsdelf

2012-10-15, 08:31 PM

The gabble's Shine

Simon beckoned Michael, Sofia, Gwen, and Teras to follow him down the passage. They descended the ladder and came to a stone room with candles and a large round table. Simon instructed everyone to take a seat, and laid out a map of the desert. He called to one of the barmaids to take their order of wines or food on the house. "You all must wonder why you're here. Surely you have heard of the lich named Tylarch, recently? He used to be the manager of the smithing guild of the Mirage Empire until his civil war claimed the land. Now his liches have done awful things, and must be stopped. That is why you are here- We are the Resistance. Those of you will be paid when this is over, not only in money (there will be money), but also in recognition that you helped stop such an evil that would possess a god!"

Shreddokk, a different person and a different secret door.

Timmon follows the deserter down the ladder and into what could be considered a base. It was mostly dug out, so it was rough in some places, but had wooden walls and platforms. You would have to bend down to get through some of it if you where tall, as the ceiling was about 6 feet off the ground, and rocky where it had been dug haphazardly. It led down about 20 feet and over about 10 before coming to a door, which the Deserter opened. Inside was a much nicer room; The air was ventilated through some pipes, The walls where plaster, feeling smooth to touch, the floor was stone, and the ceiling was illuminated by a chandelier. The next thing the group noticed was the smell of ink, and the dozens of charts with various pins and markings nailed into the wall. Upon closer inspection, each chart was labeled with a letter and a number. Some where maps, and others where documents as detailed, such as the memoirs of the previous chiefs, and ascribed quotations of gods who had claimed the surrounding lands. There was a desk, which could be used for writing, as it had a quil and ink, parchment, and pins like the ones on the maps on the wall. There was also a scale model of the desert territories made of clay on a table. It was huge, with cards for important people sticking out of different parts of it, and letters as if in a code. The man was either mad or a genius, maybe both.

The Hunters

The hunters tried many painful ways of ending Reddulch's life. None of them really worked. At the end, they had cut off his head, so his head was a whining, talking, complaining, animated head. With his soul still stitched to his body, he wasn't dying any time soon. In the end, they buried his head 3 feet under sand, in the middle of the oasis's lake. Seeming sufficient, they began the walk back to Tulmany.

Tylarch

Tylarch has been working diligently for a while, when he discovers a way to achieve the kind of power he wants. He creates a Sarcophagus called, "The Sarcophagus of Humility."

Tylarch's AP: 4-4=0
The deal has always been that you may not take AP from someone without asking, so the target must be willing. Here is a breakdown of how it works;

When the sarcophagus of humility is open, a willing creature may enter. If the subject is unwilling, unsure, or ignorant of it's method and effect, it bumps into the back of the sarcophagus as if it where a regular piece of junk.

If the target is willing to enter, and it does, it opens up into an extra-dimensional space, the space is constant, and considered an extension of a plane other than the one that the physical sarcophagus is on. The Sarcophagus feeds on the life energy of anyone inside to provide for their food and water needs, as well as the space provided for them to exist. Nothing can die while in the sarcophagus.

Once inside, only a true god can get out without the key. In that case, they are shunted to a plane of their choosing. It is not easy IC, however, for a god to do this. For every other case, nothing can escape the sarcophagus, even by death. The only way out for such creatures is for someone to put the key into the hole on the outside, and turn it, allowing only the creatures who the entity holding the key wants to let out, out.

By placing the key into the hole and not turning it, and placing one's hand on the sarcophagus's outside, you may utilize, but never take divine power of the creatures inside its extra-dimensional space. True gods can resist this effect, as it is not omnipotent. By using AP in this way, you never have the AP yourself, but use the AP of the entities inside. This is an important distinction, as this can allow a person to use more AP than their cap would allow, including false sparks, who would not asplode.

Let's review: Only willing creatures can enter. Gods can exclude themselves from any of the effects from within, and get out. Mortals cannot die, or get out in any way without being let out, an entity that holds the key and places a hand on the sarcophagus may use the AP of the creatures within it, excluding unwilling gods. I don't think that breaks any rules, OOC.

Mynxae

2012-10-15, 08:38 PM

The Gabble's Shine

Simon was clearly more aware of the 'plan' than the stable-hand. "Right, come this way." Simon led Teras behind the bar to a keg of something strong, one could tell it was strong, it might have been whiskey or vodka, but that was irrelevant. He gave it a push towards the wall, and it gave, a few bricks of the wall pushed backwards an inch, and a click could be heard. After a few minutes of gizmo sounds, the keg moved over on a cable system that was hidden. Where the keg was, you could hear another click, and one of the bricks was pulled down, to allow a hand to pull up on a half inch thick false stone brick floor panel. There was a ladder, and some boards on a passage about 2 feet wide going down. Just inside was a lever, presumably to reverse the process and hide them. Simon grabbed a candle off of the bar, and brought it down, carefully as to not allow the flame near the barrel. The passage smelled musty, but the ladder was sturdy.

Simon was the first to go down the ladder, but motioned for Teras to follow.

The Gabble's Shine

Gwen arrived at the inn shortly after Simon had opened up the passage. The inn was built of brick and stone, there where stables in the back. As she enters, she notices a bar, some barmaids, and people chattering at tables. In the corner behind the bar, there where some people standing over a secret looking passage. It looked like a secret passage because there where mechanical gizmos such as pulleys and latches, as well as a false bottom pulled aside and laid out against the wall. Simon paused and looked up; "Ah, you must be Gwen, follow us this way." Next to Simon, Gwen saw a Virus, who seemed to be there for a job, based on the tones of voice they where talking in.

Michael and Sofia
Finally, lol

Michael and Sofia entered the inn. They too saw the scene as Gwen did. The name, "Simon," was tossed around by the two standing over the secret hatch.

Michael and Sofía

Sofía walked towards the odd secret compartment, motioning Michael over.

"We as well got a letter from the Deserter."

The gabble's Shine

Simon beckoned Michael, Sofia, Gwen, and Teras to follow him down the passage. They descended the ladder and came to a stone room with candles and a large round table. Simon instructed everyone to take a seat, and laid out a map of the desert. He called to one of the barmaids to take their order of wines or food on the house. "You all must wonder why you're here. Surely you have heard of the lich named Tylarch, recently? He used to be the manager of the smithing guild of the Mirage Empire until his civil war claimed the land. Now his liches have done awful things, and must be stopped. That is why you are here- We are the Resistance. Those of you will be paid when this is over, not only in money (there will be money), but also in recognition that you helped stop such an evil that would possess a god!"

The Gabble's Shine

Teras followed Simon down into the secret compartment, glancing at the others with apprehension, afraid he'd have to share his reward with them. "Who are the others and what are they doing here?" he whispered into Simon's ear. He ordered another ale from the barmaid, and winked roguishly at her.

"Recognition eh? What would we need with that when we can be rich?" said Teras as he grinned, spinning a coin over his palm with magic.

Geasa

A trail of smoke flew down from the sky, entwined itself around Nettal giving him a brief hug and forming into the shape of Isyldar next to him. "Hello my friend" he said solemnly. "I sent a shard here to invite you to a meeting of the Circle of Darkness. Sadly only Dralcor and my son Fyurl have showed up, but we have important matters to discuss" he said formally.

Circle of Darkness HQ

Isyldar sighed at the lack of deities to turn out to the meeting. "Welcome Dralcor and Fyurl, my son. Apparently the other members of the Circle of Darkness are too busy to discuss important issues" said Isyldar, his eyes flashing green and red with anger briefly.

He sent a thought off to Morgash. "You should probably get here before we discuss the future of the Circle of Darkness" he sent. "I have contacted Morgash, he will arrive shortly I hope. Then we can see about a new leader... If we cannot have a great leader like him, then perhaps I could take his place" he said grimly.

Xondoure

2012-10-15, 08:43 PM

The Gabble's Shine

Gwen looked around the room, sizing up her compatriots before turning back to Simon. "No offense to those present, but five people hardly seems like much of a resistance. Are there more of us hidden out of sight. If not, well, what exactly is your plan that so few might take down a lich lord?"

The Pool of Divine Possibility

"Then so shall it be. Roseanne, be a dear and lend me your domain."

From behind the Fool, the woman in the red dress stepped forward. Pricking a finger with a nail clipped to a point, she allowed a single red drop of blood to fall into the pool. For the briefest moment the image of Lilli as she was living, the shadow of a secret, appeared upon the surface of the pool and with that the veil was cast.

Using all the PAP of the existing Renati (which I think is three apiece, making fifteen) a veil is cast, a blessing or a curse depending on your point of view. Belsheroth and Kipt's mortal forms are hidden from all the gods, and indeed without a means with which to remember, will not be aware the two have taken mortal form at all.

If you think yourself justified in remembering, run it by me OOC.

Drowlord

2012-10-15, 08:50 PM

The Gabble's Shine

Sofia's wings unfolded. "If we're going for our formal titles, I am the immortal Sofía of the former United Goblin Emirates, First Tear of Aquaeris, Right Hand of the Ocean God. I know much about the liches, as they killed me in my first life. I hope I can be of help in our mission. It does seem that five is a bit few to tackle the evil liches, especially if they are at full power."

Mynxae

2012-10-15, 09:07 PM

The Gabble's Shine

Teras' eyes flashed with anger briefly before calming down at Sofia's remark. "Do not worry madam. I am Teras, son of Alyverai, Leader of the Virus. But alas, I don't know what happened to my people. But nevertheless, I posses powerful magic granted upon my race by Alyveran and can be quite deceitful and tricky when it is needed" he stated, fuming slightly.

Zing! Bet you didn't expect that! :smallwink:

mattsdelf

2012-10-15, 09:13 PM

The Gabble's Shine

Teras followed Simon down into the secret compartment, glancing at the others with apprehension, afraid he'd have to share his reward with them. "Who are the others and what are they doing here?" he whispered into Simon's ear. He ordered another ale from the barmaid, and winked roguishly at her.

"Recognition eh? What would we need with that when we can be rich?" said Teras as he grinned, spinning a coin over his palm with magic.

Simon grinned, for he knew the answer to at least that question. "Well don't you want to be rich and powerful? You could end up governor of a large plot of land with the recognition of bringing down an archlich."

The Gabble's Shine

Gwen looked around the room, sizing up her compatriots before turning back to Simon. "No offense to those present, but five people hardly seems like much of a resistance. Are there more of us hidden out of sight. If not, well, what exactly is your plan that so few might take down a lich lord?"

There are more of us, rejected clerics, traders, and hands of the Mirage. We hope to have backup, but you would be surprised what 5 people can do. If only for now, that is the topic of our meeting. We will discuss what our next step shall be.

The Gabble's Shine

Sofia's wings unfolded. "If we're going for our formal titles, I am the immortal Sofía of the former United Goblin Emirates, First Tear of Aquaeris, Right Hand of the Ocean God. I know much about the liches, as they killed me in my first life. I hope I can be of help in our mission. It does seem that five is a bit few to tackle the evil liches, especially if they are at full power."

Michael then spoke; "I am Michael of the Kilos tribe of Cretaum. I too am a tear of Aquaeris, though I lack combat experience, I've seen the power of the ocean and the desert. You would be surprised what 5 individuals can do."

The Gabble's Shine

Teras' eyes flashed with anger briefly before calming down at Sofia's remark. "Do not worry madam. I am Teras, son of Alyverai, Leader of the Virus. But alas, I don't know what happened to my people. But nevertheless, I posses powerful magic granted upon my race by Alyveran and can be quite deceitful and tricky when it is needed" he stated, fuming slightly.

Zing! Bet you didn't expect that! :smallwink:

Simon gave a smile, akin to, 'Now we're talking,' I'm glad to hear that many of you are accomplished individuals. "We can surely make an impact. The deserter has informed me that he will be meeting us with another group, though wishes us to tell him where. Now I ask that you help decide where it will be that we meet him, and what our strategy will be."

Xondoure

2012-10-15, 09:19 PM

Mynxae

2012-10-15, 09:20 PM

The Gabble's Shine

Simon grinned, for he knew the answer to at least that question. "Well don't you want to be rich and powerful? You could end up governor of a large plot of land with the recognition of bringing down an archlich."

Teras' eyes sparkled at the thought of this. "You make a good point Simon..." said Teras, grinning.

Simon gave a smile, akin to, 'Now we're talking,' I'm glad to hear that many of you are accomplished individuals. "We can surely make an impact. The deserter has informed me that he will be meeting us with another group, though wishes us to tell him where. Now I ask that you help decide where it will be that we meet him, and what our strategy will be."

"I suggest somewhere remote, under the cover of night so no-one will know where we go, and perhaps also under a cloak of magic to shield our life essence from other magic users?" said Teras with a grin as he used magic to shield himself briefly, then re-appeared.

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-15, 09:28 PM

Shreddokk, a different person and a different secret door.

Timmon follows the deserter down the ladder and into what could be considered a base. It was mostly dug out, so it was rough in some places, but had wooden walls and platforms. You would have to bend down to get through some of it if you where tall, as the ceiling was about 6 feet off the ground, and rocky where it had been dug haphazardly. It led down about 20 feet and over about 10 before coming to a door, which the Deserter opened. Inside was a much nicer room; The air was ventilated through some pipes, The walls where plaster, feeling smooth to touch, the floor was stone, and the ceiling was illuminated by a chandelier. The next thing the group noticed was the smell of ink, and the dozens of charts with various pins and markings nailed into the wall. Upon closer inspection, each chart was labeled with a letter and a number. Some where maps, and others where documents as detailed, such as the memoirs of the previous chiefs, and ascribed quotations of gods who had claimed the surrounding lands. There was a desk, which could be used for writing, as it had a quil and ink, parchment, and pins like the ones on the maps on the wall. There was also a scale model of the desert territories made of clay on a table. It was huge, with cards for important people sticking out of different parts of it, and letters as if in a code. The man was either mad or a genius, maybe both.

The Hunters

The hunters tried many painful ways of ending Reddulch's life. None of them really worked. At the end, they had cut off his head, so his head was a whining, talking, complaining, animated head. With his soul still stitched to his body, he wasn't dying any time soon. In the end, they buried his head 3 feet under sand, in the middle of the oasis's lake. Seeming sufficient, they began the walk back to Tulmany.

Tylarch

Tylarch has been working diligently for a while, when he discovers a way to achieve the kind of power he wants. He creates a Sarcophagus called, "The Sarcophagus of Humility."

Tylarch's AP: 4-4=0
The deal has always been that you may not take AP from someone without asking, so the target must be willing. Here is a breakdown of how it works;

When the sarcophagus of humility is open, a willing creature may enter. If the subject is unwilling, unsure, or ignorant of it's method and effect, it bumps into the back of the sarcophagus as if it where a regular piece of junk.

If the target is willing to enter, and it does, it opens up into an extra-dimensional space, the space is constant, and considered an extension of a plane other than the one that the physical sarcophagus is on. The Sarcophagus feeds on the life energy of anyone inside to provide for their food and water needs, as well as the space provided for them to exist. Nothing can die while in the sarcophagus.

Once inside, only a true god can get out without the key. In that case, they are shunted to a plane of their choosing. It is not easy IC, however, for a god to do this. For every other case, nothing can escape the sarcophagus, even by death. The only way out for such creatures is for someone to put the key into the hole on the outside, and turn it, allowing only the creatures who the entity holding the key wants to let out, out.

By placing the key into the hole and not turning it, and placing one's hand on the sarcophagus's outside, you may utilize, but never take divine power of the creatures inside its extra-dimensional space. True gods can resist this effect, as it is not omnipotent. By using AP in this way, you never have the AP yourself, but use the AP of the entities inside. This is an important distinction, as this can allow a person to use more AP than their cap would allow, including false sparks, who would not asplode.

Let's review: Only willing creatures can enter. Gods can exclude themselves from any of the effects from within, and get out. Mortals cannot die, or get out in any way without being let out, an entity that holds the key and places a hand on the sarcophagus may use the AP of the creatures within it, excluding unwilling gods. I don't think that breaks any rules, OOC.
Timmon

Timmon takes in his surroundings as best he can, trying to judge just what kind of a person this deserter is from them. "So... what now?" he asks.

Randon

Victorious, the hunters return to Tulmany. Randon meets with Tylarch, and tells him the good news. As he promised, Tylarch grants Randon favor with him, which Randon elects to save if a time of need should arise. With that done, Randon headed home.

mattsdelf

2012-10-15, 09:53 PM

The Gabble's Shine

Gwen looked around with a raised eyebrow, skeptical, if impressed by those gathered around her. "Some high company here. Afraid I can't say the same. I'm called Gwen Antur. And well, mostly I'm an archeologist."

Simon spoke with dignity, "Not to worry, every greatness has a beginning. I'm sure you'll find your own title by the end of this."

The Gabble's Shine"I suggest somewhere remote, under the cover of night so no-one will know where we go, and perhaps also under a cloak of magic to shield our life essence from other magic users?" said Teras with a grin as he used magic to shield himself briefly, then re-appeared.

Simon says, "A fine idea, there's a shack in a manor northwest of here that would be rather inconspicuous, I'll send a message. What strategies might we have against such an empire?"

Timmon

The deserter began to speak, and it seemed like he would never shut up for a while. "We are here, in Shreddokk. This was the centre of the tribes when the Cretaum alone owned the land. At the time, they had 5 tribes. Since then, it grew into Lokab's territory, growing corrupt, and commingled with other tribes. This forced a sort of growth in cities, though not many. Shreddokk and Tulmany grew, Tulmany to replace Shreddokk as the capitol, since Shreddokk was thought too far south for the protection of the entire land. In addition to the goblins, those set against Reddulch's corruptions, and the liches, there where a group of people who where already upset with the Mirage Empire for switching their captiol. Shreddokk was forgotten, and it has deteriorated from its former glory. This happened before a dark force struck. From the numbers I have ran on the populations, a series of confusing dark shifts in thinking have taken place. I have isolated them to a time frame of within a week of when Reddulch ascended to false godhood. If you look closely though, and this is the bone-chilling part, It seems there was a shift in thinking a few days before Reddulch said anything about that at all. Since then, I've kept my eye's peeled, and I've felt a similar pressence from the lich that i feel when I look at those numbers. Something isn't right about him, like a voodoo doll when you've never seen the person it's of. I've got three leaks from his guards, one from the prison, which is how I knew of your daring escape. A lot of guards lost their jobs for that, it's truly comical. A second leak I've got is a fly on the wall in the castle, and the third is one of the leaders of the guards that line the ramparts of the city of Tulmany."

He went on and on. . . "So I've gathered that Tylarch is building something to bring about the apocalypse, something capable of possessing a god's power, but I can't foresee any other details. The fly said something about a game, but I know not the content of the discussion. There is no place for games among them. What say you? Will you help me bring this guy down?"

Darklady2831

2012-10-15, 11:09 PM

Mynxae

2012-10-15, 11:23 PM

Circle of Darkness HQ

Morgash materialized before Isyldar, smirking slightly. "How did I know this day was coming?" He conjured a throne of bones, sitting on it. The Returned had seen the signs, he'd seen them a million times. He'd watched them, silent and ghostly within the well of eternity for a billlion billion years. All he could do now, was let the events come to pass...

Circle of Darkness HQ

"Greetings Morgash, good to see you arrive swiftly. Considering your turn towards the side of Good, I vote to replace you as the leader of the Circle of Darkness" said Isyldar, his eyes shining proudly.

Darklady2831

2012-10-15, 11:48 PM

Circle of Darkness HQ

"Greetings Morgash, good to see you arrive swiftly. Considering your turn towards the side of Good, I vote to replace you as the leader of the Circle of Darkness" said Isyldar, his eyes shining proudly.

Morgash chuckled softly, raising his hand as if he was grasping a wine glass. Moments later, shards of glass flowed from nowhere to form a glass full of blood red liquid in his hand. He raised it to his mouth, drinking generously. When he lowered the glass, he had two small red stains on the corner of his mouth. "I'm fairly certain that you have no clue how to run an organization like this, Isyldar." And the parts fell into place, the event he'd seen a million times, playing out before his eyes.

Mynxae

2012-10-16, 12:37 AM

Morgash chuckled softly, raising his hand as if he was grasping a wine glass. Moments later, shards of glass flowed from nowhere to form a glass full of blood red liquid in his hand. He raised it to his mouth, drinking generously. When he lowered the glass, he had two small red stains on the corner of his mouth. "I'm fairly certain that you have no clue how to run an organization like this, Isyldar." And the parts fell into place, the event he'd seen a million times, playing out before his eyes.

Alyverai and Teveil materialised on either side of Isyldar, flanking him. "We can both help him rule over the Circle of Darkness, as we both have experience in ruling over our separate races" they boomed ominously. Isyldar nodded and smiled, plucking another strawberry from a bowl on the table.

Novaix

2012-10-16, 12:56 AM

Circle of Darkness HQ
Fyurl, uncaring or ignorant - the former made more sense - of any tension between the others present, rose slightly in his chair. "Seeing as you are unable to lead us for much longer, and you appear reluctant to allow my father to assume command, do you perhaps have someone else in mind? If no-one is elected leader by you, then it's only logical that we'll find a leader amongst ourselves. They may not be somebody you approve of, therefore if you care it is in your best interests to choose somebody yourself, and if you do not then you hardly can be expected to have much of a say in this. " Reclining in his chair slightly, the dark god narrowed his eyes a little. "I would have it on the record that I have no objections to leading myself, and believe I am reasonably suited to do so, if I am chosen as such."

Darklady2831

2012-10-16, 01:06 AM

Mynxae

2012-10-16, 02:12 AM

The Lich God sighed "I have seen a thousand times a thousand times the outcome of today, and it is not at all beneficial if I surrender my throne like this." Morgash rose, dropping his glass of wine to the floor, his throne crumbling into dust. "It is not a question of who will lead you, but who will take leadership from me." With those words, Morgash leaped backwards, summoning large reservoirs of arcane power.

Isyldar jumped up out of his chair, his wings sprouting from his back as he hovered twenty metres into the air. "I do not wish to harm you Morgash" he said, spreading his power into the deep leylines of the plane.

Start AP: 4+1PAP

Divine Infusion AP2: Isyldar infuses the plane of Ysolde.

End AP: 3.

"But if you so wish, I shall try my best!" he shouted, sending a bolt of green energy through Maleficus at Morgash's skull, hoping to incinerate it or at least cause some damage.

RCR

[roll0]

+1 Fledgling +2 Maleficus +2 Infused Plane

Darklady2831

2012-10-16, 02:21 AM

Mynxae

2012-10-16, 02:26 AM

Morgash smirks, coalescing the arcane energy he had into a staff. He sent his essence into the staff, and then used it to amplify his spells. He conjured an enormous magical shield, cackling. "Try harder, boy." Morgash then thrust the staff forward, jabbing Isyldar with a blow of pure force, knocking him backwards.

2 AP + 4 AP (Last rollover) - 4 AP - 2 AP = 0 AP
Create Relic: Knightbane, Staff of all Magic
Infuse Relic: Knightbane, Staff of all Magic.

[roll0] +1 Fledgling, +4 Relic.

He did a backflip and flung up a wave of green energy, deflecting it to the side.

Isyldar disappeared in a puff of smoke, re-appearing behind Morgash, shouting "For all that is Evil!" and swung Maleficus at his head.

[roll0]

+1 Fledgling, +2 Relic, +2 Infused Plane.

Darklady2831

2012-10-16, 02:27 AM

Mynxae

2012-10-16, 02:33 AM

[roll0] Just seeing my roll before I post the outcome and reaction Morgash will have.

Maleficus bit deep into Morgash's skull, and Isyldar felt the crunch of bone beneath his mace. The form of the Mage-God crumbled to dust, an invisible wind blowing it and the staff away.

Waiting for Isyldar to comment on his apparent victory before coming back and attacking him (Keeping the result here, just want some coolness to happen)

Isyldar crowed, spinning up and around into the air in victory. "By golly I've done it! He who was The Returned is now The Vanquished!" shouted Isyldar in glee, setting off fireworks above his head.

Darklady2831

2012-10-16, 02:36 AM

Mynxae

2012-10-16, 03:29 AM

"And the arrogance of the young shows itself." Morgash's voice whispered in Isyldar's ear alone, before large crescent blades of magical force surrounded the upstart god. They closed in on him with amazing speed, slicing into his flesh and biting deep. "Painful yet? Or perhaps you'd like another dose." Morgash smirked, reappearing some fifty yards away from Isyldar.

Isyldar winced and fell over from the pain. He glared at Morgash and disappeared in a puff of steam, allowing the heat to cleanse and cauterize his wounds. "You forget that I am the master of pain and chaos" whispered Isyldar into Morgash's mind.

Suddenly Morgash was struck by sensations beyond painful. Beyond life. And most importantly, beyond death. He had drawn up some of the energy he took from Hotarus all that time ago and imbued Maleficus with it, the raw power emanating a rainbow aura of soul energy. "This day, you shall for once and for all, be dead and gone" he whispered from below Morgash, pushing up from underneath the earth and ice, throwing Morgash high into the air and hitting his chest with a death blow from Maleficus. As it connected, all the power Isyldar could spare was drawn into it and thrust out into, combined with the soul energy from Hotarus, Morgash's chest.

[roll0]

+1 Fledgling, +2 Relic, +2 Infused Plane

planswalker

2012-10-16, 08:21 AM

Antheima - the Gathering of Magic

After the group of wood changelings have agreed to be taught, Antheima also approached some of the newly displaced woden and offered to teach them as well. Together, these two peoples learned and worked together. They grew into Lifeshapers, able to change and create the very basic elements of life itself. Their training begins by learning to master their own life energy and ends at the limits of their imagination.

This band of cultists spread throughout the continent, found in small groups all over. They make their homes in the groves of spore-infused plant life found all over. Those who visit their wyrdgroves will find all manner of strange things within. The most adept Lifeshapers have tapped into their arboreal heritage and have shaped themselves with an infusion of the life energy of the Spores into titanic creatures the size of pine trees. Their fellow Shapers call them "Grand Elders" and most wyrdgroves will have at least one Grand Elder to protect the grove.

Antheima ap: 2=2+2(rollover on 10/14)-2(form organization: the Lifeshapers)
using the charge of Life's Eye to create Grand Elders, a sub-race of woden and wood changelings that shape themselves into 30 foot tree-men.
Graiah ap: 3=3+4(rollover on 10/14)-4(create greater concept: Lifeshaper magic)
also, those Life-infused clumps of vegetation I blessed in my first IC post are called wyrdgroves when there's a cult of Lifeshapers living there.

Darklady2831

2012-10-16, 08:58 AM

Mynxae

2012-10-16, 10:01 AM

[roll0] Same thing as before, I want to see who wins before I post the results.

Morgash's chest caved in, sending him flying into the ground. His staff, Knightbane, clattered to the floor nearby before being picked up in a whirlwind of power and Whisked away to safety. Morgash floated upwards, ichor dripping from his enormous wound. "Good... job..." he grunted, his extremities beginning to blow away into dust. "The Throne is yours, but I am beyond Death... you cannot kill me... goodbye, Isyldar, and welcome to leadership..."

Morgash passed Leadership of the Circle of Darkness on to Isyldar before he vanishes and appears in Morgazzar.

Before he vanishes however, he uses his remaining pantheon AP to expel everyone from Morgazzar, and retreats back there, sitting on his throne of grey marble.

Isyldar glanced around, searching with his power for any trickery. As he came to realise he had really defeated the great Morgash, he summoned his Awakened that had been expelled from Morgazzar. They all raised their bladed arms in salute and shouted "Hail Lord Isyldar, Leader of the Circle of Darkness!".

"So Dralcor, Fyurl, I trust you enjoyed the show?" said Isyldar as he grinned. "What do you propose we do to continue the great legacy that The Returned has left behind? I believe in including my fellow Evils in decisions and planning, unlike some deities I could mention" he said as he rolled his eyes.

"I am truly sorry that it had to come to that my friend. Let it be known that I bear you no will" thought Isyldar apologetically to Morgash.

Yeshon

2012-10-16, 08:05 PM

Cerune-Aftermath

Sophia crashed into the Huntress, she gasped as the air was driven from her lungs. She couldn't even say thanks as she struggled to get to her feet. Afterall, for all her preternatural skill and strength, she was still human.

Meanwhile outside

The Doctor took his arm and the Captain let out a scream... it sounded wrong, like a human at first, but then raised in pitch, until a shriek like nothing ever heard before echoed through the night.

The Captain appeared behind the Doctor, but he no longer looked human, upon his forehead had grown horns, on his back were wings, his skin was leathery, his eyes yellowand his breath smelled like hell. Even his stature had changed to that of a muscular humanoid over nine feet tall.

"Perhaps you should know something about me..."

Between two of them a lightning bolt the breadth of a tower erupted and the Captain sought the Doctor's throat in the maelstrom, "You see, I am no longer mortal."

The Labryinth

Gwyn looked disturbed by Lilli's appearence, she had secretly been glad the goddess had died, but said nothing, even now as the lady of bloody secrets retreated once again into shadow.

She bit her tongue, and instead whispered"I will trust you with their location uncle. For now, I must finish my preparations."

She looked to her daughter, a little disappointed she hadn't spent more time with her, she was curious as to what type of goddess she had chosen to be. "I will meet you again daughter, seek me out Anreydu if you wish, regardless I should not be long delayed from you."

With that she disappeared.

The Forest of Starlight

Gwyn appeared before the gate of the forest, holding aloft the scythe, "Belsheroth has asked me to serve in his absence, I request entry to the forest."

Elemental

2012-10-16, 09:02 PM

The Forests of Starlight

Hazael bowed and stepped back toward the Gates. The other members of the Council of Archangels appeared alongside him with Anzhela at the lead.
"We are aware of this Lady Gwyn. We are yours to command."
They each drew their weapons, swords of various kinds for the most part as well as a couple of scythes. One by one, they stepped forward and placed them at Gwyn's feet.
"Send us where you will Lady Gwyn. But first, we have one request.
"We wish to see our Father's Will."
As one, they looked upon her, subtly barring entrance to the Forests. A large platinum key hung from Hazael's belt.

Starting AP: 4 + 4 bound
Create Artifact: Key to the Forests.
Only Belsheroth or those he has allowed may open the Gate without the Key.
Remaining AP: 0 + 4 bound

Yeshon

2012-10-16, 09:57 PM

The Forest of Starlight

Gwyn opened the will and held it open for them to read.

The Void

The Crone sat watching the stars, Belsheroth had placed a barrier there, but that was fine, it wasn't the path to the outside she had chosen. But there were still a few things to be done before they left, before they did they could to stop the Creator's will.

A voice sounded in Isyldar's head. "Isyldar, this is the Crone, a less... aligned aspect of Gwyn, I request an audience with you."

Darklady2831

2012-10-16, 11:16 PM

The Gates of the Forest of Starlight

The scent of sulfur and ozone filled the air, as energy and magic crackled to life, bringing Morgash before the Gates of the Forest of Twilight. He appeared only a hundred yards behind Gwyn, spitting out purple and green ichor. He smirked, collapsing to his knees before falling on his face, unconscious.

Torael, Drath's Summons

Drath had brooded alone for long enough, he stepped out onto the top of his tower, gathering the ambient energy of the peninsula. Casting out a call, he beckoned all false sparks of the world to his land, to speak with them.

HalfTangible

2012-10-16, 11:47 PM

Shadowlands

Ombra gazed into his table, swirling with bright color, and awaiting his command. He didn't know what to do with himself anymore. Up here, in the stars, he had no way to affect the world directly. The mortals he'd created were already doing the best they could - Ship 7 had managed to get the word out, and some Blur were now actively trying to earn their freedom from the curse by performing acts that Ombra approved of. (Of course, since the act had to be genuine and NOT done because the person wanted a reward, it was still a rare occurrence.) Kipt and Belsheroth were on their trip to see what it was like to be mortal - perhaps he'd try it some time, it was a genuinely interesting idea. He had literally no idea what to do with himself.

He sighed and leaned in to the table, banging his "head" on it. Just show me something worth seeing...

The table's colors swirled, and he looked up in surprise. He honestly hadn't expected that to work... he'd need to investigate the table further. He gazed into it and scowled darkly. The Crone.

Gee, thanks table, the Shard that hides information from it's main body. That's REAL encouraging right now. He muttered, watching.

Xondoure

2012-10-16, 11:51 PM

Torael, Drath's Summons

As Drath let out a call to the false gods of the world the atmosphere changed. Heat cut deep into every breath as the smells of other places began to twist themselves into shape. Out of this stepped a young man with reddish blonde hair and eyes like saphires. His satin robes carefully layered and placed over a white tunic. A belt made of what appeared to be dragon scales held the scabbard of a sword with a hand guard that circled the blade, and a slight curve along the length emphasizing a cutting edge.

High above another false god appeared, with scales as dark as night and as green as the summer forest. His long serpentine figure descending with all the terrifying strength of an elder wyrm.

Stepping from nothing a third appeared. Her long dark hair flowed across the surface of an ornate red dress. Her smile was bewitching, her movements disarming, and whenever you weren't looking her face masked the pointed snout of a fox.

The dragon was the first to speak. "What is it you want lich?"

Hyranthus CXII, Ganehlun, and Roseannne respectively.

Elemental

2012-10-17, 12:03 AM

The Gates of the Forests of Starlight

The Archangels stepped forward one by one and perused the Will and as they did so, they took up their weapons.
"This seems to be in order Lady Gwyn. I hope you will pardon our suspicion."
"After all, there's always the chance someone could attempt to forge such a Will."
Hazael turned to open the Gate. But just as he was going to, Morgash appeared.
"Stop Hazael, our enemy has come at last."
As one, the Archangels moved to surround Morgash.
"We await your order Lady Gwyn."

Snow Haven

King Stephen and his daughter were having an argument. They seemed to be having a lot of them since his dramatic transformation.
"Father. This is madness."
"Don't tell me what is madness young lady."
"Seriously Father? A trip, alone, into the icy North? With a war going on?!?!"
"Don't worry. I'm taken steps to protect myself."
He had gotten frustratingly mysterious since recent events.
That day, Stephen set out for the North riding a grey horse that no one had ever seen before, the royal sword strapped to his back. The journey would have been long had he not had advantages.

Torael

Scarcely moments since he had left, he arrived before the Tower of the Sorcerous Lich known as Drath, his crown glinting in the subdued sunlight of so far North. He dismounted from his horse and it faded into the mist. He levitated himself to the top of the Tower.
"Such perversions of life are frowned upon within my Empire. Be glad that we are not there and can converse civilly without my being legally bound to destroy you."

Stephen's got three AP.

Darklady2831

2012-10-17, 12:07 AM

Drath's Summons

As the dragon spoke, Drath chuckled, replying. "Everything."

When Stephen arrived, Drath tilted his skull, his burning eyes betraying no emotion. "I called you here peacefully, as I have a proposition."

Elemental

2012-10-17, 12:15 AM

Torael

"Just getting my hatred for you and your kind out of the way so it doesn't interrupt whatever your proposition is."
Stephen's cape of Tyrean Purple billowed in the breeze.
"Please, enlighten us as to what you want."

Xondoure

2012-10-17, 12:21 AM

Torael

"How typical of your kind." The dragon growled.

"Quite." Spoke the fair haired man in a sneering drawl. "Didn't you hear?" he continued now speaking to Stephen. "He wants everything."

Elemental

2012-10-17, 12:28 AM

Torael

"We all want everything. But only an idiot would ask for it.
"No... At this time, he wants something specific. Something he needs our help for."
He thought for a moment.
"Tell me... What is this power that you so desperately seek to risk sharing it with us?"

Darklady2831

2012-10-17, 12:32 AM

Drath smirked, Stephen was smart. Perhaps too smart, but at the moment the Lich needed Allies. "The power of the gods themselves." He spoke, standing perfectly still. "I want to overthrow all of creation..."

Xondoure

2012-10-17, 12:34 AM

Torael

"I have followed one as arrogant as you before. Even after a thousand years of complete dominance over this world, in the end, reality caught up with him."

Darklady2831

2012-10-17, 12:37 AM

Torael

"I have followed one as arrogant as you before. Even after a thousand years of complete dominance over this world, in the end, reality caught up with him."

"Ah, but you see, it is not this world I seek to control, but all worlds... all creation... the gods themselves must be cast down!" Drath wrung his hands together, his bones creaking. He cackled loudly, it was clear he was more than a little insane.

Xondoure

2012-10-17, 12:39 AM

Torael

The woman in the red dress laughed. "I doubt you could survive all worlds, let alone rule over them."

Mynxae

2012-10-17, 12:40 AM

Circle of Darkness HQ

"What, no plans? Oh well, I have an idea that involves something I've wanted for a long time, and it will benefit us greatly..." said Isyldar, grinning as his eyes watered, green droplets finding a curse that had been set upon him long ago and destroying it utterly.

Start AP: 3.

Destroy Curse AP2: Isyldar removes the curse put upon him by Belsheroth preventing him from harming any of the Belsherai.

End AP: 1.

The Void

The Crone sat watching the stars, Belsheroth had placed a barrier there, but that was fine, it wasn't the path to the outside she had chosen. But there were still a few things to be done before they left, before they did they could to stop the Creator's will.

A voice sounded in Isyldar's head. "Isyldar, this is the Crone, a less... aligned aspect of Gwyn, I request an audience with you."

Isyldar heard the thought and sent a shard to The Crone's location.

The Void

Isyldar appeared in a puff of smoke, cautiously aware that this may be a trap. "What is it you wish to speak with me about, Crone?" said Isyldar, his eyes glancing side to side, still thinking it may be a trap.

Elemental

2012-10-17, 12:48 AM

Torael

Stephen gave Drath a look of great scepticism.
"Do my ears deceive, or is this the ramblings of a fool?
"Overthrow all of creation? Do you want to be erased?"
He breathed before continuing.
"The power of the Gods is nigh absolute. We are surrounded by their works at all times. Unless they are somehow to be weakened, then there is nothing you or anyone else can do to challenge their sovereignty over cosmic matters."

The Bandicoot

2012-10-17, 02:01 AM

Yohalles yawns and reaches into his pack, pulling out a mushroom. He looks intently. Then, an idea springs to mind and he throws the mushroom towards the mortal plane. As the mushroom falls it splits into many pieces and those pieces grow into a new race. Short, thin creatures called Ming who are remarkable in the fact that when they die their bodies reform and release spores. These spores grow into new Ming, so when a Ming dies it is reborn through the spores. Also, as long as a Ming stays nourished and doesn't meet a violent end they can live indefinitely, never dieing until they wish to.

He looks at his new creation and whispers to them Go, adventure and find your glory. the words fill the race with an urge to adventure.

Yohalles looked out at the world and smiled. He remembered how he had raised Dull-Coat and infused him to be a great adventurer. He also saw how the life and death cycle was working for the Lloya, each spirit being reborn into a newborn. So he thought why not expand his domain twice more, and took Rebirth and Glory to be his own.
Starting AP: 25
-4 Create Fabled Life: The Ming
-1 Bless: The Ming are filled with an incredible urge to adventure for glory.
-3 Gain Domain: Life(Rebirth) Create Fabled Concept: Lloya life cycle(4AP) and Create Fabled Life: The Ming (4AP)nets me 8 out of the 7 points I need for this.
-3 Gain Domain: Adventure(Glory) Raise Hero: Dull-Coat(4AP) Infuse: Dull-Coat(2AP) and Blessing the Min with an urge to adventure(1AP) nets me the 7 I need
Ending AP:14

And that should make Yohalles a Greater Deity

Mynxae

2012-10-17, 03:25 AM

Circle of Darkness HQ

Alyverai heard the call from Drath, listened in on the conversation from afar for a little bit and grinned. "Excuse me my lord, I need to attend to something important" said Alyverai, bowing and disappearing with an explosion of red smoke.

Toreal

Alyverai appeared in a bang with a flash of red smoke as he hovered above those gathered before Drath, flapping his wings sedately. "What's your plan Drath? I was listening from my Master's side, and I heard something about taking over and whatnot?" said Alyverai as he chuckled. "How do you expect to do that exactly? Get a laserbeam and blow the gods up?" he said sarcastically.

Drowlord

2012-10-17, 06:38 AM

Freeport

A beast lurched with its incredible, squamous, bloated size off the slippery docks of the hoary city. It was in its element now; water's element, and insanity.

Toreal

A huge beast crawled or lurched across the land from the water, a thing like a false tentacle clambered up a tower with an abhorrent stickiness. A monstrous blasphemy from the deeps of madness crushed open the door, hundreds of red eyes rolling madly in a leathery green hide that dripped with disgusting slime. It was quite larger that the tower's top, so it remained at the door, leering.

<You have called, small one, and this one has come. What be your reason?>

It reached out mentally with tentacles of madness, sucking up the situation. <Yessss. To take down the gods. I see.>

planswalker

2012-10-17, 08:23 AM

Antheima - Denial

Antheima felt the call for "false sparks" to gather, and, curious to meet others, bounded off to the tower.

"Greetings, fellows. I am Antheima, daughter of Graiah, the Greenvine. Why was this meeting called?"

HalfTangible

2012-10-17, 09:12 AM

Cerune-Aftermath

Sophia crashed into the Huntress, she gasped as the air was driven from her lungs. She couldn't even say thanks as she struggled to get to her feet. Afterall, for all her preternatural skill and strength, she was still human.

Meanwhile outside

The Doctor took his arm and the Captain let out a scream... it sounded wrong, like a human at first, but then raised in pitch, until a shriek like nothing ever heard before echoed through the night.

The Captain appeared behind the Doctor, but he no longer looked human, upon his forehead had grown horns, on his back were wings, his skin was leathery, his eyes yellowand his breath smelled like hell. Even his stature had changed to that of a muscular humanoid over nine feet tall.

"Perhaps you should know something about me..."

Between two of them a lightning bolt the breadth of a tower erupted and the Captain sought the Doctor's throat in the maelstrom, "You see, I am no longer mortal."

The Doctor was quiet as the Captain tried to crush his neck. After a few moments, he said, very calmly and without the slightest indication the crushing was doing anything, ...Which means I DON'T HAVE TO HOLD BACK!! Numerous blades suddenly shot out of the doctor's chest, aiming to pierce the demon that the captain had become. As he did so, the Doctor's skin temperature suddenly dropped down to -50. It would be uncomfortable for him, but significantly moreso for any bare skin he touched.

Yeshon

2012-10-17, 11:35 AM

The Forest of Starlight

Gwyn closed the will and motioned for the archangels to back away as she approached her brother. She knelt next to him.

"He's been attacked."

She was inscruitable as she turned to the Archangels and whispered, "An enemy has appeared at our doorstep, but more importantly, a god has shown himself injured. Nurse him back to health, keep him under guard and let me know the second his condition changes. I will know what happened to him."

The Void

The Crone laughed at Isyldar's unease, "Trust me Isyldar, if I wanted to be rid of you, this isn't how I'd be doing it. No, I'm here to give you a warning."

She rested on her staff, much the same way Gwyn preferred to rest on her spear.

"The Virus use a magic that feeds off of souls, correct? Gwyn has been asked to stop this, I'd suggest you let her. She will call a conference with you before much longer and ask, nicely, that you stop their use of this magic. Her offer will be to exchange your people's use of soul magic with knowledge of wizardry. Negotiate if you must, but do not turn her down... it would go poorly."

Cerune-Aftermath

The thing that once was a man roared in agony, as Ice coursed through his blood, then, something came out, over the scream, an indescipherable word. But a word of grave consequence.

Something was leaving the Doctor, something precious. The Vampire was trying to siphon away The Shadow's life force and his wounds healed around the Doctor's spikes even as the Ice began to recede.

The Captain smiled through his own pain, "I have never fought one of such power... I've enjoyed it."

Geasa

The Head Scale heard the summons, but did not answer, he looked from his cell and saw the proceedings, heard the proceedings, he chuckled. These fools would fail, but, they could be useful.

He reached into the dreaming and fashioned a thought, one of his dream lichs came and carried that thought to Drath, a thought he would think his own. It was the thought of the Tumor, residing at the center of the world. A power that aeons past made the gods tremble.

A power that if properfly fashioned, could kill the gods themselves.

At least, that was the thought he shared with Drath. In truth, the Head Scale did not pursue the tumor because such a thing would be too open and secrecy was his greatest asset.

AP 1
Head Scale blesses Drath with knowledge of the Tumor that Carcino placed in the center of the world and how it could be used against the gods.-1AP

Details up for debate.

Toreal

A mass of purple swirling energy appeared for the briefest of moments, a portal to the Dreaming. But, it imparted something to Drath, a way to kill gods.

At the same moment a being of shadow appeared at the gathering, he was tall and looked more demon than man, though no features could be seen. He surveyed the gathering coolly.

"I am occupied elsewhere at the moment, but have sent a shade as my representative, why have you asked me here?"

To King Stephen the voice would sound oddly familiar.

mattsdelf

2012-10-17, 01:53 PM

Toreal

Tylarch had just finished fine tuning his artifact when he heard the call. He decided that before he put his plans into action, he would hear what Drath has to say. He proceeded in a series of small blinks to get to Toreal. He brought his headdress. "Yes, Drath. For what is it that you called me here??"

The Bandicoot

2012-10-17, 02:25 PM

Torael, Drath's Summons

For Dull-Coat, the summoning was slightly more subtle. As he walked The High Roads he felt the familiar tug of the plane taking him somewhere. Mixed in with it however, was a feeling of familiarity and of strangeness. As he appeared in the middle of the group he looked around, taking in all the sights and feelings but staying completely silent. After a short while he simply sighs, sits down, and pulls out a flask, taking a large swig from it.

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-17, 02:49 PM

Hazen Keep

As first orders of business Geodrick had the garrison he had inherited from taking Hazen keep scourge the country looking for unruly men, much of them soldiers that had served him valiantly when he wanted such traits in men. But alas, a king must act differently than a rebel. Next, he took Lis to be his ward. The girl had served him well after all, and he was considering marrying her to Atan. He would likely have to make up some title of nobility for such a child. Just a taste of power to keep it from thinking itself more worthy to rule. He called the three kids to Hazen Keep as well, so that they would be closer to him. A way of ensuring that he knew what was going on, which might end up being significant; he sensed that Lansa was keeping something from him ever since her return.

When Geodrick heard the summons, he could not refuse. To cover distance he took on the shape of another original creature. He made this one by crossing a Wind Drake with a Falcon, then adding an additional set of pterodactyl wings.

Torael

A shape approaches the tower, making magnificent speed. As it nears, the congregation can see that it has an aerodynamic skin that looks somewhere between scales and feathers, wings of a Wind Drake with aviary features, and a falcon head with draconic features. There is an additional set of wings resembling those found on a pterodactyl.

As it lands, an older Elthien Ranger man emerges, and stows a great axe across his back. "Greeting, I am Geodrick, king of Hazen," he said, addressing the whole group. He finished harshly; saying as definitively as possible that he was king would only serve to make it more true in the eyes of everyone, and make them forget his less than lawful beginnings and ascent to the throne. He looked around at each of them, "who is it that has summoned me here?"

Shreddokk

Timmon yawns rudely in the middle of the explanation of the old tribes, and Shreddokk. When he mentions his escape, however, The Deserter has Timmon's attention immediately. "That was pretty cool, wasn't it," he commented in a break in what the man was saying. After he finished, "sounds like a hoot. These guys imprisoned me; something I didn't think was very polite. Yeah, I'll help you, but only if you promise that the next leader will welcome trade with the Halflings."

Yeshon

2012-10-17, 03:04 PM

Torael

The Imposter's Shade coughed, "KING OF HAZEN??"

He stared at the man in disbelief then smiled cruelly,"I suppose the fat bastard's dead then is he?"

mattsdelf

2012-10-17, 05:43 PM

Shreddokk

The deserter took a pause from his lecture to address the concerns of Timmon; "Yes, I can't find an issue with it. Trade is always a good thing." Seeming that he couldn't find anything else to lecture on, he began to speak logistics. "Look at this map. We've got contacts in all of the marked hamlets." He rummaged through his things for a copy of the map he spoke of before handing it to Timmon.
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AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-17, 08:57 PM

Torael

Geodrick figured that this person knew enough about Hazen before him that he should choose his words carefully. "Yes, and moreover, all of his heirs lacked maturity. Deeming them unfit for rule, I stepped up to the throne myself." It wasn't a complete lie, Geodrick thought he was much more fit for rule than Endar's sons and age was at least a factor. "Now I am afraid that you know me, but I don't have a clue to who you might be."

Hazen Keep

..."It is said that when the hawk sleeps, the rabbits will run wild," Atan said, insightful. They had been debating about what to do with the chaos that had grown worse sense Geodrick left. It had been agreed that they were not very decisive without their ward present. "Let's hope they don't run too much," Lansa replied, thinking that he was still talking about the rebel situation. Lis looked at them both dryly, "the rabbits will always run wild." "Anyways," Atan says after an awkward pause, keeping their conversation going, "The problem will not resolve itself. If we can find no better solution, I will personally lead men into the field to put the problem down." The proposition didn't seem well liked by anyone but Lis. "If you must..." "You know it is, this is the only thing we will decide on." "Very well... just- take care, brother."

That evening, before he left, Lansa came to Atan with her problem. She told him of Thordas, and how they had shared dreams. She told him how she felt like she knew him well, and had come to like him. "...but when he turned up here in Hazen keep, I didn't know what to do." Atan looked contemplative, much more so then was normal for him. Finally, "do you love him?" Lansa was taken aback by the question, but she nodded in the end. "And does he love you?" She nodded once again, less surely thought. "Then the two of you should leave this place, because there will be no happy ending here for a son of Endar and the niece of Geodrick. When I leave, have Thordas be in my rank. I will have a man provide a distraction as well so that you might escape as well using your dreamwalker magic. I will make sure to reunite the two of you outside." When the hawk sleeps, the rabbits will run wild, he thought.

Lansa hugged her brother as hard as she could; she had never loved him more than in that moment. "I love you sister, you know that." Atan looked very manly going about his plans. "Thank you, Atan," was all she said.

Shreddokk

Timmon studied the map. "Now that's a fine piece of paper you got there. To be sure, I hardly seen one more fit. Now, what is it that you actually plan to do?"

Yeshon

2012-10-17, 09:49 PM

Torael

"Ah, but I don't know you, I only know the land. In fact there were two heirs of manful age and stature that could have taken the fat bastard's place were he to die. One was said to be of sufficient skill to make one of the knights' officers sweat. Beyond that, I am aware of a messanger sent to the knights in the North begging for aid, but their Captain disregarded the message, unwilling to sacrifice the momentum he had gained in defeating Cerune and allying with the Black Reach and kept it secret from the Hazenite elements in his army."

The Figure spread his arms, "From my current information it is not difficult to deduce what role you played in Hazen's plight. But I am disturbed that you tried to lie to me about it."

He smiled, "But let us not build our relationship on lies, why don't you tell me who you are? Then I shall reciprocate."

Mynxae

2012-10-17, 09:59 PM

The Void

The Crone laughed at Isyldar's unease, "Trust me Isyldar, if I wanted to be rid of you, this isn't how I'd be doing it. No, I'm here to give you a warning."

She rested on her staff, much the same way Gwyn preferred to rest on her spear.

"The Virus use a magic that feeds off of souls, correct? Gwyn has been asked to stop this, I'd suggest you let her. She will call a conference with you before much longer and ask, nicely, that you stop their use of this magic. Her offer will be to exchange your people's use of soul magic with knowledge of wizardry. Negotiate if you must, but do not turn her down... it would go poorly."

The Void

"That form of magic was put in place by Alyveran himself. Why would she go against such an old form of magic simply because Belsheroth wishes it?" said Isyldar, his eyes flashing angrily as Maleficus growled in his hands.

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-17, 10:27 PM

Torael

Geodrick saw that The Impostor was very well informed. "You should know that I did not lie. One can be a man without having maturity, a quality that I have no lack of. And of course they are less fit to rule than me, but that is obvious because they are less powerful than me. Can you honestly say that if a different king of Hazen was chosen, they would be at this meeting right now?" His old age does give proof to his comments about maturity, and it was also true that none of Endar's heirs could have possibly been invited to Torael, much less have a power level on par with Geodrick. "I will tell you honestly that my revolution was not pretty. You see, I am not from around here originally. I have lived in the Razorpine Forest for most of my life, and have been trained as a shifting druid. Once I came here and learned of their titles and honors, it was only natural for me to want the highest of these- king- for myself. Since then, my power has increased far beyond any other I have known, leading to success in my quest to become king. I think that's quite enough about me, how about yourself?"

Yeshon

2012-10-17, 10:29 PM

The Void"That form of magic was put in place by Alyveran himself. Why would she go against such an old form of magic simply because Belsheroth wishes it?" said Isyldar, his eyes flashing angrily as Maleficus growled in his hands.

"Calm your anger Isyldar, it will not help if Gwyn decides the universe would be better off without you. And the invocation of Alyveran's name will not save you."

She looked unusually stern in this moment, trying to get the new leader of the circle of darkness to listen to reason, before he was cast down.

"Gwyn wished to be rid of it the moment she discovered its existence, but the Virus did themselves in with their volcano and Gwyn let them have the magic as a means of helping themselves. In truth Gwyn sees the soul as an innocent, whether good or evil, they deserve an afterlife, using their souls as power is abhorrent to her."

"Besides, she is offering you a power source that does not depend on a certain resource."

Torael

Geodrick saw that The Impostor was very well informed. "You should know that I did not lie. One can be a man without having maturity, a quality that I have no lack of. And of course they are less fit to rule than me, but that is obvious because they are less powerful than me. Can you honestly say that if a different king of Hazen was chosen, they would be at this meeting right now?" His old age does give proof to his comments about maturity, and it was also true that none of Endar's heirs could have possibly been invited to Torael, much less have a power level on par with Geodrick. "I will tell you honestly that my revolution was not pretty. You see, I am not from around here originally. I have lived in the Razorpine Forest for most of my life, and have been trained as a shifting druid. Once I came here and learned of their titles and honors, it was only natural for me to want the highest of these- king- for myself. Since then, my power has increased far beyond any other I have known, leading to success in my quest to become king. I think that's quite enough about me, how about yourself?"

"Fair Enough, I have been many things in my life, I was born a street urchant in a land that has never known law. I fought my way out and joined a group of warriors dedicated to rectifying those mistakes. Eventually, after long and bloody struggles I worked my way to the upper echelons of this group and saw that our land was good. I could not say the same for the lands around it, they used all manners of oppresion and trickery to keep their subjects in line. And where we had the warriors in my Kingdom, they existed nowhere else. So, I sought the strength of a higher power, I gained strength, incomprehensible to mortal men and I've defeated two kingdoms within a year. That is what you must know about me."

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-17, 11:17 PM

Hazen

Atan had succeeded in his ploy, freeing Thordas and Lansa, and went on about completing his mission. It seemed to him that many of these anarchists retreated once they caught wind of his patrol. Not to say that he did not have some fights. He made sure to honor each person he killed, and made sure the right thing was done to the best of his ability in each situation. The peasants began to know and respect him.

Hazen Keep

Back at Hazen Keep, Lis had to deal with an horde of people who had committed war crimes and hoped to confess. Most of them she had killed, except when it benefited her not to. It's what Geodrick would have done. I am being a hard leader, and he will be proud of me, she told herself. "Who are you?" she asked the next person before her. He looked up and smiled, "my name is Boros. I am the one overseeing these post war raidings." He had her attention. "Well, let's hear what you've done then," she replied, enticed. As it turned out, he had done a great deal, but promised loyalty to whoever would have him. It was a believable story, and Lis was not about to pass him up This man clearly had real influence over these outlaws, and from what she had seen it was from sheer strength, not leadership. "Yes, I can use you. And you will be well rewarded. Firstly, you are to eliminate all children of Endar other than myself. Secondly, you are to join a unit lead by Atan, gain the support of his men, then stab him in the back. No one should miss a few princes of the old king, but Atan will need to be handled more delicately. Strike only when you know you can win, and without being caught. Oh, I want them dead, do you hear me? And if anyone should ask, I was never involved. Ever." Boros nodded, and claimed his choice of equipment. Lis thought herself quite smart for putting him to use like that, and with her as Geodricks ward, Lansa fled, and Atan gone, she would surely inherit the kingdom.

Torael

"Interesting," Geodrick responds. "We may have very comparable power levels, but from completely different sources. Like I said, I am new tot his land, so you will have to tell me more about your country and those you have conquered later. But what really interests me most is this higher power you claim to have gotten power from. I must ask, what is the nature of such a power? How does one receive such a power?"

Mynxae

2012-10-18, 12:09 AM

The Void

"Calm your anger Isyldar, it will not help if Gwyn decides the universe would be better off without you. And the invocation of Alyveran's name will not save you."

She looked unusually stern in this moment, trying to get the new leader of the Circle of Darkness to listen to reason, before he was cast down.

"Gwyn wished to be rid of it the moment she discovered its existence, but the Virus did themselves in with their volcano and Gwyn let them have the magic as a means of helping themselves. In truth Gwyn sees the soul as an innocent, whether good or evil, they deserve an afterlife, using their souls as power is abhorrent to her."

"Besides, she is offering you a power source that does not depend on a certain resource."

"I could just allow Alyveran to show himself from the part of his essence that is in myself, but I'm sure as Belsheroth did, Gwyn will think it as petty trickery. Unless she'd rather test my essence and see it is shared with Alyveran?" said Isyldar with a sigh.

"Explain to me more about this 'Wizardry' business. What are the limitations? How does one control it? Does one have to study, or is it innate?" said Isyldar, his interest perked.

The Gabble's Shine, Secret Compartment

Simon says, "A fine idea, there's a shack in a manor northwest of here that would be rather inconspicuous, I'll send a message. What strategies might we have against such an empire?"

Teras sat down in contemplation briefly before jumping up. "I could cloak us all with my magic, including any horses and possessions as long as someone leads my horse to the manor, for I will need all my concentration" said Teras excitedly.

Yeshon

2012-10-18, 12:25 AM

Torael

"That is not something I may share, the beings I am refering to will reveal themselves to you... should you interest them. I've had a few encounters with them myself, but I do not know how to contact them."

The Void

"That and she didn't like Alyveran, thought he was too rash, but I digress."

She nodded to the world below and the flows of magic were made clear to Isyldar's eyes, "Wizardry is something learned, but with time and practice, there is no limit to what a mortal is capable of. Gwyn and Kipt never intended it to be as powerful as it is when she shattered the Warp Moon infusing its very essence into the world and when Kipt made the structure for learning it. But Magic itself is in contact with the endless, the veil beyond our world and between all other worlds, the emptiness that has no end, but gives way to the Creator's voice. As such, a god could spend eternity exploring the depths of magic and never find the well dry."

She looked to Isyldar and smiled crookedly, "It is hard to learn, but well worth it."

Mynxae

2012-10-18, 12:38 AM

The Void

"That and she didn't like Alyveran, thought he was too rash, but I digress."

She nodded to the world below and the flows of magic were made clear to Isyldar's eyes, "Wizardry is something learned, but with time and practice, there is no limit to what a mortal is capable of. Gwyn and Kipt never intended it to be as powerful as it is when she shattered the Warp Moon infusing its very essence into the world and when Kipt made the structure for learning it. But Magic itself is in contact with the endless, the veil beyond our world and between all other worlds, the emptiness that has no end, but gives way to the Creator's voice. As such, a god could spend eternity exploring the depths of magic and never find the well dry."

She looked to Isyldar and smiled crookedly, "It is hard to learn, but well worth it."

"But what of The Virus who rely upon Soul Magic daily? The Military? The Healers? They would be defenceless and have sick people dying every day until they can study up on Wizardry" said Isyldar with a concerned frown while he gazed upon the flows of magic.

Yeshon

2012-10-18, 12:46 AM

"But what of The Virus who rely upon Soul Magic daily? The Military? The Healers? They would be defenceless and have sick people dying every day until they can study up on Wizardry" said Isyldar with a concerned frown while he gazed upon the flows of magic.

"All change brings death Isyldar and you do them no service by protecting them from hardship."

She looked sad for a moment then shrugged, "It is better to risk their well being than to risk them to Gwyn's wrath."

planswalker

2012-10-18, 12:46 AM

Antheima - Torael

"As interesting as it is to have two males show off their ability to act all brooding and mysterious, could someone please cut to the chase and tell me why we've all been called here?"

Mynxae

2012-10-18, 12:56 AM

"All change brings death Isyldar and you do them no service by protecting them from hardship."

She looked sad for a moment then shrugged, "It is better to risk their well being than to risk them to Gwyn's wrath."

The Void

"Perhaps I could protect them during their lack of magic... Hmm... Or perhaps I could bring in some of my other followers who I have gifted with their own magic, and The Virus could have both Wizardry, and the gifted magic?" mused Isyldar.

Yeshon

2012-10-18, 12:58 AM

The Void

"Perhaps I could protect them during their lack of magic... Hmm... Or perhaps I could bring in some of my other followers who I have gifted with their own magic, and The Virus could have both Wizardry, and the gifted magic?" mused Isyldar.

"I believe Gwyn would accept those terms."

Mynxae

2012-10-18, 01:08 AM

"I believe Gwyn would accept those terms."

The Void

"Sounds good to me. Will she contact me soon? I'm sure you'd rather she didn't know you contacted me" said Isyldar with a smirk.

Novaix

2012-10-18, 02:13 AM

Elemental

2012-10-18, 03:27 AM

The Forests of Starlight

The Archangels backed away, but did not lower their weapons.
"We will do what you have requested Lady Gwyn. He will be watched most closely. But should he try anything, we will act even though it may cost us our lives."
Hazael beckoned to a nearby Belsherai and whispered to her. She departed.

Toreal

Stephen assessed the beings that answered the call:
The Lich? He was suicidal. He would need to be disposed of.
The Three? Enigmas. The Dragon, the False King and the Woman in Red... No one here could be trusted, but they were in agreement concerning the foolishness of Drath's plan.
The Winged Madman and the Abomination? He is mad. Mad and dangerous. Perhaps more so than these others. He will have to be dealt with. And the Abomination... Is hard to read...
The Green Woman? Could be reasoned with perhaps.
The Shrouded Warrior? Hmm... That one has the bearing of a Knight. And a familiar Knight at that. He caught a strong scent of treason.
The Crowned One? Seems to know Drath. Perhaps they would work together to the detriment of the others?
The Silent Herdsman? An enigma also.
The Usurper? Geodrick was definitely dangerous. He needed to be removed.
He listened as Geodrick and who he thought was Captain Eric talked about themselves, revealing so many valuable details.
"Sir Knight, Geodrick, Lady Antheima is correct. You will have to continue your discussion at another time."
Stephen found it very difficult not to say something disparaging concerning matters of length. But he smiled ever so slightly.
"The chase is this. Drath has decided that he wants to overthrow the Gods, something he needs our help for, or at the very least, our non-interference, in order to succeed. Naturally, he has some scheme that he thinks will work that will end up with us all being consigned to damnation for Eternity.
"I find the fact that you still live Drath a mark of certain divine powers ensuring your continued survival in the face of those who would smite you. Is it wise to remove such protection by defeating the Gods?"
Of course he knew about the Cult of the Returned, and he could put single digit numbers together.
"While I have no illusions that I am a particularly pious or virtuous man, I know a foolish idea when I hear one. I desire power as much as anyone else, but without a practical method of gaining it, we might as well be happy with what we have."
The Shrouded Warrior is a traitor. He can't be trusted to not burn down the ocean.

He's considering plotting against them all, or at the very least playing them against each other. He might, he might not. You'll never be certain.
And yes, they have code names now.

mattsdelf

2012-10-18, 05:25 AM

Toreal

Stephen assessed the beings that answered the call:
The Lich? He was suicidal. He would need to be disposed of.
The Three? Enigmas. The Dragon, the False King and the Woman in Red... No one here could be trusted, but they were in agreement concerning the foolishness of Drath's plan.
The Winged Madman and the Abomination? He is mad. Mad and dangerous. Perhaps more so than these others. He will have to be dealt with. And the Abomination... Is hard to read...
The Green Woman? Could be reasoned with perhaps.
The Shrouded Warrior? Hmm... That one has the bearing of a Knight. And a familiar Knight at that. He caught a strong scent of treason.
The Crowned One? Seems to know Drath. Perhaps they would work together to the detriment of the others?
The Silent Herdsman? An enigma also.
The Usurper? Geodrick was definitely dangerous. He needed to be removed.
He listened as Geodrick and who he thought was Captain Eric talked about themselves, revealing so many valuable details.
"Sir Knight, Geodrick, Lady Antheima is correct. You will have to continue your discussion at another time."
Stephen found it very difficult not to say something disparaging concerning matters of length. But he smiled ever so slightly.
"The chase is this. Drath has decided that he wants to overthrow the Gods, something he needs our help for, or at the very least, our non-interference, in order to succeed. Naturally, he has some scheme that he thinks will work that will end up with us all being consigned to damnation for Eternity.
"I find the fact that you still live Drath a mark of certain divine powers ensuring your continued survival in the face of those who would smite you. Is it wise to remove such protection by defeating the Gods?"
Of course he knew about the Cult of the Returned, and he could put single digit numbers together.
"While I have no illusions that I am a particularly pious or virtuous man, I know a foolish idea when I hear one. I desire power as much as anyone else, but without a practical method of gaining it, we might as well be happy with what we have."
The Shrouded Warrior is a traitor. He can't be trusted to not burn down the ocean.

He's considering plotting against them all, or at the very least playing them against each other. He might, he might not. You'll never be certain.
And yes, they have code names now.

Tylarch grinned and laughed. He rose his voice in contempt; "Of course we can bring down the gods! Why, If each of us here brings down one god, just one, then surely we will have made some damage." He stared right into the eyes of the man who had spoke, and threatened him. "Unless you would object?. . . We could instead bring down others who are in our way. . ." His serious tone was short lived, as he laughed and wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, backing off. He approached Drath, taking yet again, a serious tone. "In all my years, I have never seen so much power in one place, they can never silence all of us. What plans have you that you wish our aid in?"

Mynxae

2012-10-18, 05:57 AM

Circle of Darkness Headquarters
Fyurl watched on, his expression indifferent as the two fought. He could have lent a hand, or tried to diffuse the situation with words, but what gain was there? Either Morgash won and, weakened from the fight, could be struck down by Fyurl himself and letting the dark god lead the circle as he desired, or Isyldar won, who Fyurl had more influence over and at the very least was more suited to rule than Morgash was.

"So, Father, where would you lead the Circle of Darkness towards? What are our new goals and policies, now that you are in command?" The dark god flexed his tentacles in thought. "Do remind me again, what is the current situation with regards to Hell? Obviously it would do us well to assume command, if we are in fact able, and it remains the only thing in existence that I am aware is useful."

Circle of Darkness HQ

"I, as Morgash would've wanted, hope to lead us to greatness. But we need to be more subtle about it this time. Our goal is as it should be: Conquer all of Creation. But that's more of the final goal rather than current goals. Our current goals are as such: Gather any followers of yours that can be stealthy and tricky, so that we can wreck major governments from the inside. Make sure that you hide all memories of us from their minds, so all they know is the plan that will be put in place. The only problem is where to start.. Calasanctium Empire? Lokab Empire? Land of Beauty? Choices, choices..." mused Isyldar.

"Seeing as Belsheroth has made Gwyn the caretaker of the Forests, and therefore also the caretaker of Hell, she will be our main opposition in taking it for our side. The Devils answer to me, but I cannot take them without incurring her wrath. Unless either of you have any ideas" said Isyldar, his eyes twinkling thoughtfully.

Toreal

Toreal

Stephen assessed the beings that answered the call:
The Lich? He was suicidal. He would need to be disposed of.
The Three? Enigmas. The Dragon, the False King and the Woman in Red... No one here could be trusted, but they were in agreement concerning the foolishness of Drath's plan.
The Winged Madman and the Abomination? He is mad. Mad and dangerous. Perhaps more so than these others. He will have to be dealt with. And the Abomination... Is hard to read...
The Green Woman? Could be reasoned with perhaps.
The Shrouded Warrior? Hmm... That one has the bearing of a Knight. And a familiar Knight at that. He caught a strong scent of treason.
The Crowned One? Seems to know Drath. Perhaps they would work together to the detriment of the others?
The Silent Herdsman? An enigma also.
The Usurper? Geodrick was definitely dangerous. He needed to be removed.
He listened as Geodrick and who he thought was Captain Eric talked about themselves, revealing so many valuable details.
"Sir Knight, Geodrick, Lady Antheima is correct. You will have to continue your discussion at another time."
Stephen found it very difficult not to say something disparaging concerning matters of length. But he smiled ever so slightly.
"The chase is this. Drath has decided that he wants to overthrow the Gods, something he needs our help for, or at the very least, our non-interference, in order to succeed. Naturally, he has some scheme that he thinks will work that will end up with us all being consigned to damnation for Eternity.
"I find the fact that you still live Drath a mark of certain divine powers ensuring your continued survival in the face of those who would smite you. Is it wise to remove such protection by defeating the Gods?"
Of course he knew about the Cult of the Returned, and he could put single digit numbers together.
"While I have no illusions that I am a particularly pious or virtuous man, I know a foolish idea when I hear one. I desire power as much as anyone else, but without a practical method of gaining it, we might as well be happy with what we have."
The Shrouded Warrior is a traitor. He can't be trusted to not burn down the ocean.

He's considering plotting against them all, or at the very least playing them against each other. He might, he might not. You'll never be certain.
And yes, they have code names now.

"Perhaps if we focused on a deity that is removed from the others? Tresingiis? Or perhaps Morgash, in his weakened state?" mused Alyverai, landing near the other false sparks, conjuring a transparent shimmering green shield around himself, in the case of treachery or a trap.

Elemental

2012-10-18, 06:05 AM

Mynxae

2012-10-18, 06:24 AM

Torael

"It may be so that such a gathering of mortal power has never yet occurred, but there are many Gods, and not even our combined might can take down the weakest of their number. You overestimate your own strength and the strength of those present.
"And if there is one things I know, it is that one should know one's own weaknesses. And pride seems to be one of yours. I suggest you discard it before we begin this venture."
He paused and coughed softly. He chose to ignore Alyverai for the time being.
"Trust me. I have seen the works of the Reaper, and they are no mere triviality. We must be careful or his wrath will destroy us."
And now he stopped ignoring Alyverai.
"You seem to have surprisingly up to date information concerning the Gods. What is your stake in this?"
He examined him carefully and surreptitiously.
"...Alyverai if I'm not mistaken?"

He's going to start guessing who everyone is now. Most he'll have no clue, but those who used to be important figures of legend, history or politics are going to be obvious to him.

Toreal

"Yes, I am Alyverai, chosen of the late Alyveran, now the chosen of Lord Isyldar. I have been at my lord's side as of late, so I have been able to see the information with my own eyes. The leadership of the Circle of Darkness now belongs to Isyldar, who fought Morgash for it and won. Even now, he plans to take down all we hold dear, and I am on his side with that, as long as I have power, and my people are still alive" said Alyverai solemnly.

"And my stake in this is for power, and I'm sure my master would happily help us in our endeavour to take down some of the divinities that oppose him" he said as he grinned.

Elemental

2012-10-18, 06:51 AM

Torael

Stephen's eyes narrowed slightly, but he turned back to Drath before Alyverai could see that.
"So, what is your plan then?
"I need to know it is at least viable before I'm willing to throw away my existence."
He hated being the voice of practicality. It made him feel old.

planswalker

2012-10-18, 07:53 AM

Torael

"If there is a viable plan, I would be interested in knowing it. If it represents a significant enough gain in the relative power of the Green, my father and I would not object to a plan to overthrow the gods. If the gain for the Green is strong enough, he'd even be willing to sacrifice himself to achieve it.

But I first want to know that the pretentious male declaring grand ambitions has a little more than ego on his side."

Drowlord

2012-10-18, 02:42 PM

Torael

The abomination's eyes swirled, its mind reaching out with tentacles of telepathy that would slowly erode one's sanity.

Ah. So long since I have touched another worthy mind. So tempting just to destroy them and harness the body. But that would not do. No, that would not do at all.

I know of secret bastions where dark things live, things half-alive that twitch and squirm to an antiphonal beat that echoes off the farthest star. I know of ways to topple the gods, for once my god spoke to me. They require good minds, while all I have are muling half-wits that are easily disposed of. But they are possible. We have allies in places the gods dare not reach, and places where a mad god reigns with swirling power over beings of his insanity. We have magic of dead gods, brought to us through forbidden means. We have power. What you do with it is not mine.

Oh, and lich? What you think of will come to pass. Wait until the blue star turns bloated red and falls.

This last statement was accompanied by a a slow creeping madness that wound into Drath's brain, and was incredibly nonsensical. Yet, maybe, it might find truth within the lich's already half-mad mind.

mattsdelf

2012-10-18, 03:28 PM

Toreal

Tylarch considered himself above most of the other false sparks present. "I tell you, I already have a plan, and when it comes to pass, the sun will set at dawn. You speak of plotting, you speak of scheming for power, WHY THEN? Why don't you do something already?" He strode in front of Drath and spoke again. " It is no difficult task to bring one down. I tell you, the gods are but powerful mortals, they can bleed and. . . They can die. Defeating them is just like any other opponent. I have the means to do what we say we will do by myself. Tell me why you won't just get out of my way?"

The Gabble's Shine; Secret room

Simon responded eagerly, it seemed like he thought that Teras's idea was key. "Yes, stealth is important with such a plan, I will send a letter to the deserter telling him we will meet him somewhere in a few nights. Did we have a consensus on where?" He also opened up that anyone who had an idea they thought would be helpful in defeating the lich should speak.

Shreddokk

The deserter was glad to share his plans with Timmon, who was willing to help him. "Right now, I am not aware of many liches. Technically if we take the ones there are out, one on one, all of the souls can be freed, since they are mostly bound by two liches. The idea is that when a lich dies, all the souls he has bound are loosed from his grip. Therefore, if we go for checkmate, so to speak, and take out the king. The rest will fall."

Rale

Rale was wondering about his origin, and what he had gained from it all. He gained freedom when he was cut off from Tresingiis, he wanted that freedom back. He used whatever power he had kept, and altered that quality.
starting AP: 4
-4 Bless: Rale is no longer completely tamed by his mind-link with Tresingiis
Remaining AP: 0

Yeah, basically i wanted to throw the AP away so he doesn't asplode

Yeshon

2012-10-18, 03:55 PM

Geasa

The Scale watched with interest, "Hmm, the fools do not seem to realize just what they're up against."

He leaned back dismissing his view into the world and continued meditation, "They will realise soon, gods are not beings of flesh and blood. They will fight and they will fall, for they do not know the virtue of patience. Maybe, maybe they'll know in 3,000 years."

He closed his eyes, For now, let the uprising serve as a distraction, I still must wait.

Toreal

He said nothing to Stephen at first, idly he wondered if the man had gone insane, in truth Geodorik

The Shrouded warrior shook his head, "The gods are not the things they rule and they are correct, the gods will not be easy to kill."

He smiled, "But it can be done, I was working towards it already by denying them their spheres, but there is not a single stroke that will kill all of the gods or others would have done it long before now.

"We may be the most powerful mortals ever to walk the Earth, but I do not think even we would be able to stand against Gwyn's Spear, Vargull's sword, and Ombra's dagger."

The Void

The Crone smiled, "She is already here."

There was a crack of thunder and another shard of Gwyn appeared behind Isyldar, she looked darkly at the Crone.

The Crone shrugged.

Gwyn looked back to Isyldar, she looked annoyed about something, "I am told you wish to reach an understanding."

OOC: The Crone transmitted the message through Thorondor, this annoys Gwyn on a fairly immature level.

Xondoure

2012-10-18, 04:24 PM

The dragon's roar shook the very foundations. His nostrils flared and his wings pulled back in an arcing sweep. It took a few moments for those assembled to realize he was laughing.

"You think this crowd the greatest of mortals? I served one who betrayed a god and took his power, the greatest of the lich lords once forced the gods into slumber for millennia, and then there was the time a god shed his divinity and used mortal form to bring it all to an end. True, there is power now that could not be claimed in the days of the ancients, but my kind remembers, and the kings of old were far greater then any petty lords gathered here. In the end they lost, as shall you if you walk this path."

HalfTangible

2012-10-18, 04:35 PM

Cerune-Aftermath

The thing that once was a man roared in agony, as Ice coursed through his blood, then, something came out, over the scream, an indescipherable word. But a word of grave consequence.

Something was leaving the Doctor, something precious. The Vampire was trying to siphon away The Shadow's life force and his wounds healed around the Doctor's spikes even as the Ice began to recede.

The Captain smiled through his own pain, "I have never fought one of such power... I've enjoyed it."

I take no pleasure in doing what must be done. Was the Doctor's reply... strangely however, he just stood strong in place, sending out ice and grinned broadly at the Captain while the energy drained out of him.

...As if he knew something the captain didn't.

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-18, 06:41 PM

Torael

Likewise, Geodrick looked at the variety of people assembled, hoping to draw conclusions about their nature. But alas, he found that he was a stranger in a strange land when it came to identifying races, magic, and countries other than his own. As talk of defeating gods progressed, Geodrick's face grew more stiff. "When you encounter something with a power level beyond your match, you do not challenge it. I am not saying that the people that you speak of are gods, and I'm not saying that they are not. If they are gods, their power will be close to infinite. If they are not gods, then they are just very powerful mortals. Like us, except far more powerful. Either way, trying to overthrow them before you have a power akin to theirs is hopeless. I would advise you all to wait, and grow your own power, perhaps learning from these divine beings. Let these gods hear that I will not assist anyone with a plan to overthrow them. Anyone who seeks an alliance with me, because I thought that was why I was called here, is still welcome to it, provided that you leave me out of these schemes that will only end in you demise." He spoke boldly and assuredly, with a hint of what might be interpreted as anger. The way he sneers when he says "divine," as well as his statements about the nature of the gods earlier seem to prove that he doesn't believe in or care about the gods.

Shreddokk

"And what should I do to help? Do I have a role in this? I will tell you right away that if armies and masses of physical strength are required, then I have none to offer. What I do have is my tongue, which is both sharp and pleasurable by all accounts." He smiles at his little jest, and looks over to Blythe, wrapping his arm around her and subtly fondling one of her breasts. She breaks free from his embrace, but gives him a kiss on the cheek all the same.

Mynxae

2012-10-19, 12:24 AM

The Void

The Crone smiled, "She is already here."

There was a crack of thunder and another shard of Gwyn appeared behind Isyldar, she looked darkly at the Crone.

The Crone shrugged.

Gwyn looked back to Isyldar, she looked annoyed about something, "I am told you wish to reach an understanding."

OOC: The Crone transmitted the message through Thorondor, this annoys Gwyn on a fairly immature level.

The Void

Isyldar glared at the Crone for a brief second, then bowed before Gwyn. "Yes. I have been told you wish to destroy Soul Magic, but in exchange, grant the power of Wizardry to The Virus. Is this true?" he said somberly.

Drowlord

2012-10-20, 05:06 PM

Torael

The odd thing shook, odd gurgles bubbling off it. Laughter?

See, a voice of reason. I do not topple the gods because it's easier and more profitable to manipulate them.

Aquaeris

The sea-god stood in the Garden of the Dead Gods. It looked pristine, thanks to his recent gardening. He had inscribed glyphs on the trees now, glyphs that announced the names of the dead gods and kept the trees alive. Not to mention that they had been given a semblance of life, and that they were arranged so that if an enemy attacked him here, the dead gods' power would strike them down.

(Rollover)

Aquaeris 12+8=20 AP.

The Cult-Beast 2+1=3 AP.

The Bandicoot

2012-10-21, 01:14 AM

Torael

Dull-Coat looks around and once again pipes up Why manipulate when you can conquer? Why rule from the shadows when we can rule over creation as 'gods' ourselves? All it takes is for the first one to fall and they all will. he stands up and bangs his spear on the ground.

Starting AP Yohalles 14 Dull-Coat 2
Rollover: Yohalles+7 Dull-Coat+2
Ending AP Yohalles 21 Dull-Coat 4

mattsdelf

2012-10-21, 10:44 AM

Toreal

Tylarch shifts his focus from Drath to the other false sparks. He was disgusted by the idea that one might manipulate such mortals. "You will suffer should you try and manipulate from the shadows. They are false gods, we are the mortals given the divine task of exposing the truth. We shall never settle for manipulating them, that only cements our silent obedience." He turned to Dull-Coat, Thought for a minute, and continued, this time announcing to the whole crowd. "Very well then, enlightened ones; I will deliver the first of the gods to fall. I will set the example for all else to accord. I will bring one down to my feet and watch you all follow through. I hold you to this one's remark." He turned to leave.

Tresingiis

Tresingiis decided it was time to open the gate that he had cast down to the world of the mortals. Assigned a group of ethereals to move through and asses the situation. In all hopes, Reddulch would still be leading the empire he built. He knew nothing of Reddulch's corruption, or Tylarch's rise.

The captain of the Ethereal squad assigned to do this was bold, decisive, and spoke with an echoing electric voice. He was named Laedin. He led the squad up to the protal and awaited Tresingiis's opening of it. When it opened, They rushed through, eager to find what might await on the other end of the portal, ignorant of reality.

Tulmany

It was in the basement of the keep that the ring gate was stored. It rang like a bell, grabbing the attention of every guard in the complex. Tylarch had not returned yet. So uncertain of who to contact, the guards scrambled to Garrug, and proceeded to swarm him for some angle. All that the guards could report was ominous lights coming from the gate, and the sound of a phantom churchbell, as loud as thunder crackling up from the cellar. It rang three times before the next sound, the sound of wood cracking, and metal pieces dropping to the floor. The Etherals had broken out of the cellar, and it was Garrug's duty to keep them out.

The Gabble's Shine

Simon addressed the group once more, writing his letter quickly. "I will tell him to meet us in the western strides of Lormassu. We will meet him there because it is close to where I suspect he is, and because of a resource it has. We have leaks to the blacksmith's guild, who will supply us with what we need to achieve nearly any objective. We will ride there under magical cover in the dead of night, and we will arrive to meet with the deserter. Does anyone have anything they would like to add?"

Shreddokk
The deserter was about to reply when he heard the same code of knocking he had used before on his door. He opened the door and there was a goblin standing before him. The goblin handed him a letter and ran off. He turned back to Timmon and read it aloud. "

Greetings, my friend. Here at the Gabble's Shine, we have decided to meet you in Lormassu, among us are two tears of Aquaeris, a knight, and the Virus you asked for. We will discuss your plan when we get there.

Simon"

He then spoke of his own words, "I will let you know that I plan to unveil an artifact that is key to defeating this lich when we get there. You asked what you can do to help? You can help me retrieve it, and enchant it. We will go to Lormassu where we will receive a scepter crafted from the finest metals, plated with gold, and holding a ruby. We will enchant it so it can provide the chance we need to prevail. The details will be worked out later, but we must make haste."
Trying to keep things moving, that's all.

Rollovers:
Tresingiis: 8+1 +7=15+1
Tylarch:0+2=2
Rale:0+2=2
I'm also making the Deserter a false god: +1=1

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-21, 11:21 AM

Torael

"Because when you step out of the shadows, you will die," Geodrick says sternly to Dull Coat, stopping all momentum his sentiment might have gained. As Tylarch was leaving, "if you truly can bring down one god, then I will consider supporting you." It was directed at everyone, not just Tylarch's scheme. Finally, turning to The Abomination, he said, "you are truly wise. I would hope to consider you an ally from this day forth. Before I leave, are there any others who would treat with me?"

Tulmany

"Form up!" Garrug called out as loud as he could through the mayhem. Alas, his voice was still weak after all those years breathing in the dust from his many books. Where the hell is my bloody announcer when I need him, he thought. Garrug began slaying guards who were out of rank, and it took six before they all got quiet and listened to him. "form up, he called again, and was better received this time.

The guards formed an orderly array, and braced themselves for the Etherals as best they could. Meanwhile, Garrug summoned his army of spirits at a 45 degree angle, the front line of guards being the point of intersection between the diagonal two dimensional plane of spirits, and the horizontal two dimensional plane of Tulmany guards.

Garrug made his way to the front, and the soldiers feared him too much at this point to not let him through. Holding his mace pointed at the enemies, he demanded, "who are you?!"

Shreddokk

"Let's go, then," Timmon agreed.
I'll let you work out the going and getting there part.

Drowlord

2012-10-21, 01:14 PM

Torael

The Abomination quivered to a halt.

Yessss, my wise one. Allies are we now. Should thou e'er visit Feeeport in the south, consider yourself at home in my cult's following. Otherwise, I ask thou to a visit to my home whenever you wish. To do so, thou should chant 'Yag-shah mene tekeli-li Yhashoth uar' in the dark of night. I shall hope to enjoy thine company soon.

This was telepathically addressed to Geodrick only. To the rest, he smiles enigmatically.

Believe so if you wish, my little plotters. Plot well.

The beast vanishes, leaving only a sticky black substance behind.

Garden of the Dead Gods

Aquaeris's eyes suddenly widened as a voice he had not heard in two thousand years spoke in his mind.

Greetings, my god. The comforter of you in your dreams of madness requires a home. Mine kind have shunned me, and wish me ill. Couldst thou create another realm to house me?

The god smiled oddly. It didn't seem right, but something in the back of his mind nudged him to say yes.

"Yes."

Good, good. Thank you, Aquaeris.

The Gabble's Shine

"Not at the moment. Let us go."

Actions:

Weave Plane: Mad Rift

The plane, as of now, is blank, but the Cult-Beast is its ruler and shaper. He'll get to it soon.

Create Lesser Concept: Rituals of Summoning

Those who know the language of the Deepspawn can use it to summon these beasts or to access the Mad Rift.

AP (Aquaeris): 20-5-2=13 AP.

planswalker

2012-10-21, 02:45 PM

Torael

Antheima is starting to get rather bored. It seems everyone here thinks that they are the most awesome badass things around and the gods must be nothing. She's heard everyone's boasts about how THEY are gonna whup all the gods. Well, everyone but the one who called the meeting. Other than a suggestion of using some ancient cataclysm, no one's bothered to say anything concrete besides boast of how "wise" and "powerful" they are.

"Drath, you claimed a plan. Care to share it?"

Mynxae

2012-10-21, 03:14 PM

The Gabble's Shine

Simon addressed the group once more, writing his letter quickly. "I will tell him to meet us in the western strides of Lormassu. We will meet him there because it is close to where I suspect he is, and because of a resource it has. We have leaks to the blacksmith's guild, who will supply us with what we need to achieve nearly any objective. We will ride there under magical cover in the dead of night, and we will arrive to meet with the deserter. Does anyone have anything they would like to add?"

The Gabble's Shine, Secret Compartment

"All I wish is for us to go meet this 'Deserter'. He sounds like an interesting person, I must admit. Now, let us be off!" said Teras, his hand glowing with power as he shielded the group from the eyes of others.

They can still see each other of course. And lets just assume he'll shield the horses etc when he gets outside eh? :smallsigh:

Ysolde

Yvir had gone through her training and was now a Master Fireweaver in her own right, and had grown up to a beautiful twenty year old woman with luscious long locks of hair and the prettiest eyes that any man had laid eyes on. Which is why she wanted to rule all of the Fireweavers, being the prodigy she is. Isyldar had been watching her closely as she grew up, knowing that she was special.

As Yvir trudged along a road with some delegates from various tribes and some of the best Fireweavers she knew, a voice came to her. "Yvir, I have watched you since birth, and have seen you become the most powerful Fireweaver on all of Ysolde. What is your ultimate wish?" said an ominous voice in her mind.
Yvir was taken aback, but her most wanted wish came to her thoughts immediately. "Ahh, you wish to rule this world? A simple enough request. But first, you must do something for me" the voice said cunningly.
"Anything!"
"You must take some of your best Fireweavers and create a gateway to the Mortal Plane. Once there, you must teach my race called 'The Virus' Fireweaving. They already possess a type of magic, but it is about to be taken away from them. The Mortal Plane is full of war and distress, so this is why I need them to know Fireweaving once they lose their magic. Sound fair?"
"But Master, however will we get to this 'Mortal Plane' you speak of?" She gasped as she felt the voice press on her mind with his presence, enveloping her with his knowledge. "Your will shall be done, Lord Isyldar" she thought, for she had gleaned his name from a glimpse of his thoughts. She could detect smugness from Isyldar, and grinned, her eyes full of malice.

"Delegates, I no longer have need of you. You are dismissed" she said, her eyes burning. They scampered away, grabbed their supplies and rushed off. She called the Fireweavers close to her and said "A great voice spoke to me. And it is going to solve all of our problems. But first, we must create a great gate to the 'Mortal Plane'. So we shall travel to the base of Mount Pyrait and create a FireGate, which I have been bestowed knowledge of how to bring about the creation of such a gate"
"But how will there be a FireGate on the other side, mistress?" said one of the Fireweavers, too scared to question her will.
"Part of the creation of a FireGate is that once the FireGate on our side is created, we send power through it to the destination which will create one on the other side" said Yvir matter-of-factly.

The group started to travel towards the base of Mount Pyrait, while a shard of Isyldar watched over them as merely a wisp of smoke, cackling in his mind as he did so.

Start AP: 7+2PAP.

Create Fabled Concept AP4: FireGates. Any race which can use Fireweaving can now create 'FireGates'. They are portals to other worlds essentially (liken them to StarGates, kind of), and are made through Fireweaving. (not sure if Yeshon said this was meant to be a Lesser or Fabled Concept..)

Bless AP1: The Virus are now capable of Fireweaving. (-All- Virus will be capable. Not just some like the Fireweavers). (Capable, yes. Know it straight away, no. All the adults will need it to be taught to them by Fireweavers from Ysolde, but anyone who hasn't hit puberty yet will come into their power as of puberty and will need to be taught control, like Yvir etc)

Gain Domain AP3: Fire (Ascendancy).

Actions used to Gain Domain:

Create Fabled Concept AP4: Fireweaving. Exclusive to the Fireweavers unless they decide to teach other races. Can be used for merely heating up homes with controlling the heat in steam, or weaving fire as a net to trap an enemy. Even to an extent, bombs/large-scale weaponry, as long as there are several Fireweavers controlling it, rather than just one.

Create Fabled Concept AP4: FireGates. Any race which can use Fireweaving can now create 'FireGates'. They are portals to other worlds essentially (liken them to StarGates, kind of), and are made through Fireweaving. (not sure if Yeshon said this was meant to be a Lesser or Fabled Concept..)

Isyldar is now a Lesser Deity. (Note to self: Must remember that I can't send Isyldar to the Mortal Plane.. :smalltongue:)

End AP: 2.

mattsdelf

2012-10-21, 07:39 PM

Lormassu

Both groups converged on the new location. The deserter and Timmon's party arrived first, followed by Teras, Gwen, Sofia, Michael, and Simon's group. Lormassu was not as developed as a city, but plenty spread out. It is a surprise, but the business seems well developed here. The Blacksmiths and masons have developed some buildings out of stone. Of stone there is the Blacksmithing guild's base, an inn, a cheese vendor, a wine vendor, and artisan buildings. There is a town hall, and various other buildings. It is not populated enough to be a city, but built up enough that it could not be considered rural.

They arrived in the pitch black night under veil. When in sight of the Deserter, Simon asked Teras to lower the veil, explaining that they would need to speak with this figure. The deserter was standing outside the inn with Timmon's group, and hailed Simon as they approached. The human was dressed in what would be equatable to a suit in such a time, he stood happily with his bright face and green eyes. He had dirty blonde hair, and a very nice mustache. He addressed the rest of the party. "Welcome all, I am he who has asked for all of you here. I believe that we can bring down the liches from the inside if we can take out their leadership. We should go inside. Follow me."

He led them to a stone house that seemed as any other in line, and knocked on the door. After a greeting from an old friend, the man who owned the house let the party in, and showed them around. The floors where made of wood, and the furniture was lavish. There where candles and tables and chairs in the dining room, where The Deserter and Simon stopped to sit, inviting the others to do the same.

Tulmany

Laedin, the leader of the guard stepped forwards, blinking, never moving. The ethereal stood tall, wearing a robe, decorated with rubies, silver, and gold. His skin appeared as a shifting set of lines, less solid. A single eye appeared over most of its face, not an eye like of humans, but an eye like of a hurricane; a dark whirl into the depths of the figure. From that echoed a scratchy voice, almost like an early, imperfect cassette. "We are Etherals, peace was what we expected coming here. Tell me of Mirage affairs-where do we find ourselves, and to whom am I speaking?" The others appeared behind him, in a V, Laedin grasping a scepter, tipped with a spike.

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-21, 09:50 PM

Lormassu

Timmon was glad to see the others he would be cooperating with. He surveyed each of them, trying to get a good idea of who they might be before deciding that he liked the way the group came together as a whole. His group followed along inside the house, and he sat down as if he didn't have a care in the world. "Hello, it is nice to meet you. I have the pleasure of being Timmon the clever." He speaks with pride, then gestures in turn to the rest of his group. "This is Taylor." A Halfling woman who is extremely serious by contrast to Timmon nods hello. "This is grunt. We just call her warrior, or muscle, but I recall her name being Salsalace once." A muscular goblin woman dressed as a warrior gives Timmon a look of annoyance, but shows no other emotion. "This boy is my son, Aston." An awkward teenager shyly waves at them. "And this is my paramour, Blythe." "Hello, it is good to meet you all," says a comely, young halfling woman wearing revealing dress. Timmon smiles as he makes his jest, and is clearly fond of his own sense of humor.
I figured it would be a good idea to briefly introduce everyone in my group again. Although they will be there, Timmon is basically the leader and will do most of the talking.
Tulmany
I made up the title "High Castellan," but it seemed fitting to Garrug's role. This is assuming that the official title was given off-screen, so I can change it if you want.
Garrug did not miss the scepter in Laedin's hand, and he certainly did not fail to pick up on the condescending talk of peace. Still, Garrug lowered his mace slightly, and said, "My name is Garrug, High Castellan of Tulmany to Emperor Tylarch. Who might you be? I have not heard of any Etherals coming here before."

Elemental

2012-10-22, 06:53 AM

Torael

King Stephen watched as Tylarch the Crowned One and the Abomination departed.
"Do you, or do you not have a plan Drath? Tylarch certainly seems to think he has one.
"Make with your plan, or we may just support another in this cause."

The Forests of Starlight

Gwyn has ordered the Belsherai to care for Morgash. And care for him they would.
But they could not do it before the Gates of the Forests, so they fashioned a litter for him and carried him deep into the Forests and laid him atop a crystal bier. As Anzhela's duties were no longer required with recent events, she was placed to watch over Morgash and tend to him.

Darklady2831

2012-10-22, 03:45 PM

Xondoure

2012-10-22, 05:41 PM

Torael

"Come to me with results and we may be more interested. But the Kingdom of Beauty has survived this long by not deigning to interfere with the rest of the world." Said the fair haired king.

"A few words of warning." Spoke the woman with the red dress. Attempting to kill a god gives the god purpose in staying alive. That which has slain the most gods is a simple thing. Those that cannot keep up with the pull of time fade away and are ignored, becoming nothing but shadows of what could have been. To kill a god, is to ignore them. I do hope you succeed but I will not join you. Afterall, to kill the gods... never was there a more foolish undertaking."

The dragon spoke last. "If you wish to pursue this, look to the void. You shall find an ally of terrible power. But be warned, he is not so easily bargained with."

Mynxae

2012-10-22, 05:47 PM

Torael

"Come to me with results and we may be more interested. But the Kingdom of Beauty has survived this long by not deigning to interfere with the rest of the world." Said the fair haired king.

Toreal

Alyverai chuckled and looked pointedly at the fair haired king. "What, was my attack that small? I destroyed quite a few villages and small towns when I tested out my new techmaturgical weaponry. Didn't your precious Queen allow you the knowledge of these attacks?" said the Winged Madman smugly.

Xondoure

2012-10-22, 05:55 PM

Alyverai chuckled and looked pointedly at the fair haired king. "What, was my attack that small? I destroyed quite a few villages and small towns when I tested out my new techmaturgical weaponry. Didn't your precious Queen allow you the knowledge of these attacks?" said the Winged Madman smugly.

"Thank you for revealing yourself as an enemy. Tis a pity you haven't been able to continue your engagement. Had a bit of trouble with the weather?" Hyranthus sneered mockingly.

mattsdelf

2012-10-22, 05:59 PM

Torael

Tylarch had turned to walk away, but upon hearing Drath grant him merit, he stopped, and turned back around. "You would be so quick to follow me?" He heard what the lady in red had said, in contempt not of her, but the continuing theme that his words held no weight. He looked around to get a general consensus of who was picking what side, before continuing. "The methods we would use will glorify me. I ask of you; Do any of you know that these feathers are not just for show? I have possession of at least 5 objects of power, 3 of which will be our keys to victory. If you care to hear my plans, I will tell them to you. Tell me this. Dragon, Who is this ally you speak of?"

Tulmany

The voice that seemed to emanate from Laedin responded. "The Ethereals have never been here before. We come through the gate you locked in the basement. On the other side is a world more hostile to life than that which you could know. The father of this people hails there, you are confronted by no less than a divine trumpet. One who has all but forgotten this place has built an eternal gateway to it.

You know the one. Did you possibly think he has forgotten you?"

He paused. It could not be perceived that he was looking around, at the array of souls, only that the void from which he saw stretched in twitch. He continued his address, unsure of what power had he who stood before himself. A more concerned voice emanated. "What power have liches like yourself in this time? We did not expect. . . We thought you destroyed by another."

Xondoure

2012-10-22, 06:03 PM

Torael

"My eldest brother, the ravager of the north, who grew to large for this world. Mordungand."

Mynxae

2012-10-22, 06:12 PM

"Thank you for revealing yourself as an enemy. 'Tis a pity you haven't been able to continue your engagement. Had a bit of trouble with the weather?" Hyranthus sneered mockingly.

Toreal

Alyverai rolled his eyes at this latest remark. "You think a little bit of weather would stop my invasion? No. I merely stopped because Lord Isyldar wished it, so that he could commit my forces to other plans. But perhaps one day I'll come back to take your pitiful little 'kingdom' for the glory of The Virus. How does that sound, 'O Pompous One?" said Alyverai as he grinned, absentmindedly putting more power into his shield.

Elricaltovilla

2012-10-22, 08:06 PM

Nettal sat on the edge of Geasa, looking down at the world below with his godly senses.

It really is dull up here. I thought this would all take months to pull off. I guess the gods really are as unbalanced as I'd feared. He scanned the mortal world until he overheard the conversation of the false sparks taking place below.

Had the god chosen to re-manifest his mouth after Belsheroth stole his voice, he would have smiled. Now that sounds interesting. The new god thought. But I'll never be able to convince them to let me help. Maybe there's someone else I can find to vouch for me...

From a pocket of nothing, Nettal pulled out the "false" of his spark that he had thrown away when he ascended to godhood, tying a leash around this "falseness" he let it lead him to its source.

Nettal appeared in front of Wighbach only moments later.

Hello there. Nettal thought at the Divine Atheist.

planswalker

2012-10-22, 09:59 PM

Torael

Drath smiled, since he had last spoken, much had been said. The Lich beckoned to Tylarch. "We follow him. He has the plan, my plan, was to gather you all and learn from you. I have done so, and now I say that if we all follow Tylarch, and aid him in his plans, we can overthrow the gods, one by one."

Torael - Antheima, the Very Unimpressed

"Thank you for a wonderfully asinine waste of time. Have fun leading on those who will fall for it. Next time, don't call on me unless you actually have your own plan."

With that, Antheima will bound off.

Edge of the Greensea Forest

As the greenvines continued to flourish, their territory grew ever larger. Graiah half-slumbered in the watery depths of his demesne as he felt Life grow across the world. Life's Eye pulsed gently with green energy, feeding the Greensea Forest above.

The Great Wyrdgrove - Antheima

Antheima left Tylarch far behind and settled into the Great Wyrdgove, the largest such gathering of Spore-infused life in the southern half of the continent. It was here that the original wood changelings to accept her tutelage lived. This particular cult of Lifeshapers was the largest that Antheima knew about, boasting nearly a hundred woden and changeling cultists. The six changelings who started this cult had all shaped themselves into Grand Elders that were nearly forty foot high. Small weeds literally sprung up in seconds where they stepped. They had enough raw Life energy in their systems to cover a barren mountain in Life within a day.

Still, despite their raw power, the six did little but maintain the Wyrdgrove. They had shaped and tamed Life within miles of their home and had little more to focus their energy on. Though a waste of her time, the recent meeting with the pompous "false sparks" did inspire her. If such fractious and self-absorbed creatures could work together, why not her own people?

Together with the six most powerful Grand Elders, Antheima worked a great working of Life Magic in the Great Wyrdgrove. Together, they connected the heart of this grove with every other Wyrdgrove in the world. Now, any Grand Elder in any Wyrdgrove may communicate with any other, and three working together could open a Green Path between the heart of their grove and any other. With this new innovation in communication and transportation for the adept among the Lifeshapers, the Grand Elders decided to meet together once a season to discuss such matters as was important to the Lifeshapers and to share any new discoveries made amongst all groves.

Those Grand Elders whose wyrdgroves had fewer than three Elders in it would seek out the nearest grove or two and work together to make these meetings. Unless there were pressing reasons to do otherwise, soon most wyrdgroves consolidated into groups large enough to support at least 3 Elders to ease communication and trasit.

Using the charge from Life's Eye to use an alter land on the Greensea forest, boosting its size half again.

Graiah ap: 7=3+4(rollover on 10/20)
Antheima ap: 0=2+2(rollover on 10/20)-2(form organization, the Elder Council)-2(bless x2, the Green Paths)

the Green Paths are gateways between Wyrdgroves that are maintained in the Great Wyrdgrove by the six oldest members of the Elder Council.

Any Grand Elder may go to the heart of an area infused with Greenspores and open up a temporary communication window with another such grove, while three working in unison can open up a portal large enough to accommodate their large forms for travel.

HalfTangible

2012-10-22, 10:30 PM

Shadowlands

Ombra had come to a conclusion. His thinking was too narrow.

On one hand, it was a strength to know precisely what was right and what was wrong, and to be able to act without doubt or fear. He knew what he wanted and why, and that knowledge gave him the strength to carry on. He knew the world would never be what he wanted, and so the failure did not stagger him.

But as he watched the Crone and Gwyn and Isyldar talk he found himself disgusted for expecting treachery and wiped the table clean. He sat back down as the fire crackled in place and rubbed at his own 'face' with his gauntlets. He just didn't know anymore.

Ombra had thought for a long time, and realized he'd been thinking within the confines of the world he knew for too long. He stood. He needed to shake up his own worldview - start thinking in terms outside of the powers of divine and magic...

Terrus

From the ether, Ombra crafted a new material, forged in the likeness of the original. However, he didn't want this world to be the same - oh no, he wanted to see what would happen without the most basic of all things in the universe.

So created a massive antimagic field that encompassed all the planet. He then boomed his voice across the planes.

All gods, across all the planes

HEAR ME. THIS IS TERRUS, A WORLD WITHOUT MAGIC, DIVINE OR OTHERWISE. WHEREVER A MAGICAL MATERIAL WOULD EXIST, I HAVE REPLACED IT WITH METAL OR CRYSTAL. THERE IS NO ARCANA, NO DIVINE MAGIC (SAVE THE POWER OF THE GODS THEMSELVES), NO DEMIURGY, NO KARMA. I LEAVE PSIONICS IN CASE REALITY-WARPING IS REQUIRED AND GIFT IT TO ALL WITH THE WILLPOWER TO HANDLE IT ON THIS PLANET, BUT OTHERWISE THERE IS NOTHING MYSTICAL LET THE MORTALS CHOOSE WHAT TO DO WITH THIS WORLD. ALL WE SHALL CHOOSE IS WHAT SHALL BE ON IT.

TO ENSURE THIS REMAINS THE CASE, I HAVE WEAVED TERRUS SO THAT A GOD MAY NEVER SET FOOT ON IT, NO MATTER HOW WEAK. THOSE WHO TRY SHALL BE FORCED BACK INTO THE VOID.

NOW COME, BROTHERS AND SISTERS. LET US SEE WHAT BECOMES OF TERRUS.

18AP

Weave Plane 4AP - Terrus
A second material plane with an identical geography to the first. While it bears plant and animal life, there are no sentient races upon it as of yet. The plane is also shrouded in an anti-magic field. Any sentient on it with sufficient willpower may use psychic powers, but otherwise there is no magic. The plane has been weaved in a manner similar to the material plane except the limit on power for gods on the plane applies to ALL gods, fledgling or no. Where any magic material would've been on the material plane, he placed either crystal or metal. The planet is intended to be a science fiction world.

This is the science fiction world we talked about =p

Create Fabled Concept 4AP - Antimagic Field

10AP

Elemental

2012-10-23, 06:43 AM

Torael

"That was your plan? To wait and see if someone else had a plan?"
Stephen rarely showed anger in public. But today he would make an exception.
"You summon us to your tower in the most desolate and remote lands of the world and ask that we aid you in a foolhardy venture with no chance of success, without even having a plan?
"I will not oppose Tylarch at this time, but nor will I aid him. I will not throw my lot in with you without good cause."
He bowed to those present as they were his equals and that was the proper custom, but he bowed not to Drath.
"I wish you well in your endeavours Tylarch."

Snow Haven

It didn't take long for Stephen to make his way back there. And when he did so, he secluded himself in the royal archives and surrounded himself with ancient texts from long forgotten ages.
To pass the time, he slowly infused the state sword with divine energies. Like Calasanctium, it too would be unbreakable and undefeatable.

King Stephen's AP: 4
Create Artifact: Sword of Kings and Queens. One of the premiere symbols of Calsanctian Royal Authority handed down from monarch to monarch, now it physically matches it's symbolic power.
+2 RCR.
Remaining AP: 0

The Forests of Starlight

Anzhela wiped away the ichor that seeped from Morgash's flesh. She had a cloth dampened with a powerful restorative mixture over her mouth to protect her from the fumes that rose from numerous containers of various metals. Likewise, her eyes were protected by goggles with crystal lenses.
She readied a diamond needle filled with what appeared to be liquid fire. and slowly injected it into his neck.
Despite all her efforts, she could do nothing more than keep Morgash from deteriorating further.
She sent a message to her sister Jesaphina at the Inevitable Library, as the Belsherai called it.
Sister... I need your help. Bring all the books concerning Divine Illnesses you can find...

Anreydu in the Library

Jesaphina's reading concerning theoretical solar physics was interrupted.
And you shall receive it.
She stood, leaving a pile of books around where she had been seated and headed deep into the Library, trying to avoid the Inevitable Librarians, until she found what she was looking for.

Markadelf

2012-10-23, 03:47 PM

DragonLoft
As Jarla waits, the Drakes get closer. She can hear one of them saying, "Let's go kill some people." She hears one of the drakes that went through the hole say, "Wait a sec I forgot my lunch!" You hear some muttering of the word "Every time." Needless to say, some of the Drakes are coming back in. Jarla could either fight alot more Drakes then you expected, try to hide, or go through the door.

AvocadoAvenger

2012-10-24, 08:08 PM

Tulmany

"We came back," Garrug says with no attempt to hide his disagreement with the Etheral. "And even though I have never been a fan of music myself, I can unbiased say that trumpets... never won a war." Garrug tenses as he speaks, preparing for the battle he now knows to be unavoidable.

Dragonloft

Jarla rushes through the door and finds herself in a surprisingly dark room. Something moves from the shadows, and she almost runs back in fear. But what would that accomplish? No, I am a deathdancer of Savorla, I must not fear these shadows. If I turn back now, I am lost. "Hello?" she asked out timidly to the darkness.

mattsdelf

2012-10-24, 08:19 PM

Tulmany

The Ethereal neither made an attempt to hid his aggression. "Very well then." He emitted a high pitched shriek call as loud as thunder. The Ethereals where at war.

Events as they happened where hard for one man to perceive at first. The Ethereals' frame by frame movement could confuse the simple minded. One figure could be made out moving back towards the portal, presumably to get backup. Laedin himself moved little from his position, rather clenched his fist, and then released a bolt of lightning at the line of souls. The lightning did not ground, rather, but jump from one target to another, a sort of chain effect. Two other ethereals did likewise, starting at opposite ends of the lines of souls and guards. The three remaining Ethereals that had come through the portal at first where wearing armor. They blinked over to where the line of combat was, and began a whirlwind, the winds spiraling fast enough to throw guards that it moved through dozens of feet. It would not be long before shouts could be heard from the portal.

The edge of the void

Tylarch appeared before the void, and called out to the mind of the one the Mordungan; I've been told that you can help me. . . Come, speak with me.

Drowlord

2012-10-24, 09:03 PM

Mad Rift

The creature walked in the darkness of the unformed plane, lighting the dark with a shard swirling with chaotic blue energy. The shadows lit up faintly, although it was unclear what the abomination was looking for.

Then it smiled madly as it spotted a odd red crack in the air. It pressed the shard into the hole in the plane, its grin growing as the two merged. The odd thing that fell out of the now larger rift in the air quickly grew eight legs and skittered aimlessly for a moment in the void. It then climbed slowly up its stretched leg and arm and settled on its shoulder.

Spawn of the mad sea-god, first and only of your kind. You will do great things. See?

Its eyes scanned the emptiness and then settled on the rift.

I see.

Good. Now to to your first mission.

The spider skittered up his blank face and leaped into the shadowy rift.

Actions:

Create Lesser Concept: the Spider

The Spider can appear anywhere, though it prefers literature or visual art as its habitats. When it appears, it mars the work slightly, but in a way that could be interpreted as improving the original. It can alter any artform in ways it wants, usually to leave messages to specific persons in books. If the human listens to the Spider, they are able to reach the Mad Rift easily.

Create Greater Concept: Riftcraft

This magic is strongest in the Mad Rift, though, if used by a true master, it can be used in other planes. Riftcrafters can alter the world around them in any way they want. In essence, they are mini-god, though how much of the laws of reality and how much matter you can alter in an area is based on one's Riftcrafting prowess. In the Rift itself, all can use elementary Riftcrafting, but it creates a warped version of the intent. The greater one's imagination, the larger and more vivid a realm one can create in the Rift, however, if one alters the plane too much, their fears and terrors will start subtly manipulating their creations and slowly drive the offender to insanity. One area, called the Redrift, is safe from all dangers of the art, thus creating a thriving area in the plane, but those that try to claim lands past this beware.

AP: 20-2-4=14 AP.

Torael

A tiny spider climbed up Geodrick's arm, slightly crossing the lines of fabric on his garment and weaving them into a complex, weblike pattern. It crawled up onto his shoulder, its eight eyes staring at him.

If you wish, the Abomination will meet with you now. It will not even take a moment of real time, and you shall be rewarded for it. All you must to is stare into my eyes.

Mynxae

2012-10-25, 07:44 AM

Toreal

Alyverai glanced at the other false sparks and decided to take his leave. "I see that this meeting no longer has much real purpose, so I shall just take my leave. See you all soon, especially you" he said, looking at Hyranthus and chuckling evilly. He disappeared without a moments thought.

Veran

Alyverai appeared in the war room, which startled his Generals. "We must launch an attack on the Land of Beauty at once! Their king, Hyranthus, dares to defy me, so we must crush him and his nation under our feet!" shouted Alyverai, who waved his arms madly.
"But my lord, what about the power that coursed through the winds as it threatened to sink our ships and crash our aircraft?" said a general worriedly.
"Bah! I shall get rid of such a miniscule problem myself!" growled Alyverai, finding the blessing on the Land of Beauty and shredding it into tiny pieces. "And to show them I mean business..." he thought cunningly as he threw a curse at the Kingdom with glee.

Start AP: 4.

Break Blessing AP2: Divine Winds.

Hyranthus AP1 - Blessing = Divine Winds. Should any threaten the land of beauty, the weather itself will rise up in defense. This notifies the palace of the attack as well as making it difficult to cross by sea or air.

Curse AP1: Alyverai causes all of the peasants and minor lords to gather up their armies and rebel against Hyranthus' and Atheris' rule once The Virus begin their assault, threatening the kingdom from inside.

End AP: 1.

Ysolde

Yvir and the other Fireweavers came upon the base of Mount Pyrait and instantly began to carve the shape of the Gate into it, but it was happening much too slowly for Yvir's taste. "Oh move over!" shouted Yvir angrily, her dream so close she could touch it. Hot blue-white flames came out of her palms as she carved the rock-face in seconds, leaving a puddle of molten rock that she molded at the bottom of the carving, forming a raised dais for it.

She weaved her arms in a pattern, moving slowly in a circle as she chanted words of untold power, her palms glowing with the power of her ancestors as she suddenly thrusted them towards the carving, pouring lava from her hands into the carving. "Quickly, inscribe the runes upon the lava!" shouted Yvir, who went straight back to chanting. They rushed about, throwing precise bursts of fire at different sections of the lava, marking them. After the last rune was in place, the lava stopped pouring out of Yvir's hands and she collapsed, breathing heavily from the strain. "It... is done!" she said and thought to Isyldar, who merely smiled in his fortress as he looked down from above. He felt pity for her, and sent her some more power, increasing her strength and giving her enough energy to continue her task. She blinked in surprise as energy flowed into her limbs and thought "Thank you Master!".
"No problem my dear. Now, get going" he thought, giving her a slight nudge.
"At once!"

The lava had continued to roll around, but stayed inside the carved rock, becoming the very first FireGate.

The Border of The Virus

A large burst of flame appeared on the horizon as a string of lava came into being upon a raised dais, people appearing in flashes of fire, forming a FireGate on the Material Plane, connecting Ysolde to it until a powerful Fireweaver wished to close it.

A Virus saw this and watched as what looked like thick-skinned people donned in red robes with flame patterns began to walk aimlessly, not knowing where they were going. The Virus groaned in pain, falling to the ground. But recovered just as swiftly, his eyes glowing green. "Greetings Yvir. I am Isyldar, or rather, a shard of Isyldar possessing one of my people named The Virus. Follow me and I shall direct you to their capitol known as Veran" said Isyldar as he grinned slightly.
"An honour to meet you my lord" they all said, bowing as they did so. They all started to follow Isyldar as he wandered off towards Veran, speeding their journey up slightly as he manipulated their speed.

Yeshon

2012-10-25, 10:07 PM

HalfTangible

2012-10-25, 10:58 PM

Cerune-Aftermath

The Captain shook his head, "We are very different."

He held out his hand, "Change."

The hand turned into a hammer, "I learned from the Butler that this is fatal to your kind... but I am not without compassion, join me and I shall let Sophia and the other one escape."

"Suffer not the tyrant to live." The Doctor recited. It has two meanings. The first: 'Kill rather than serve.' The second? 'Die rather than serve'.

But it's a moot point - I don't kill. But... He said quietly, as slowly he began to grow. There's something you should know about me... well, two somethings. Ice began to flow around the two combatants, the air temperature dropping like a stone.

The Doctor grew bigger, and bigger and bigger until he towered over the Captain... and he kept growing! He was almost as big as the castle walls now!

One, Shadows gain more form as their bodies age... and it's been a long time since my last death.

The massive black dragon-thing that was the Doctor spread it's wings wide. Two, I am a Demigod. Surrender!!

I've kinda lost track - whose turn is it on the Huntress/Sophia/Profaniti fight?

Mynxae

2012-10-26, 12:06 AM

The Void

"That... is correct. Are you ammenable to this?"

The Void

"I accept the terms. I will protect my people until they have learnt sufficiently" said Isyldar, a slightly angry expression on his face as he was powerless to change Gwyn's decision.

Veran and The Fireweavers

Isyldar rushed Yvir and The Fireweavers inside Veran, creating a magically charged training grounds that was large enough to hold the entire Virus population, the size of a large stadium. He summoned them all inside in an instant.
"People of Veran, your soul magic will be taken away by Gwyn fairly soon!" he shouted as The Virus gasped in shock and started to rebel, throwing magic everywhere. "SILENCE!" he screamed, as they were all quieted and their magic halted from use.
"I have brought some teachers of a new form of magic that is akin to soul magic. It is called Fireweaving, and the innate power of it has been granted to you. All you need, are teachers!" he yelled, introducing Yvir and the other Fireweavers, who gasped as they were put in the spotlight to The Virus.

Isyldar nudged their minds and they started to dance around, sending bursts of flame everywhere, creating fireworks of pure differently coloured fire, carving various pieces of rock which Isyldar summoned into tables and small buildings as he fed them the strength to do so. The crowd oooh'd and aaaah'd, amazed at what Fireweaving could do. Isyldar each gave them a few small cuts, and they quickly cauterized their wounds, stopping any blood from escaping. Alyverai leaned forward from his throne up high as his eyes sparkled.

The Fireweavers slowly began to call The Virus in as they taught them how to control their powers. They learnt very quickly, for not only were they about to set out for war, they also needed a Home Guard. Though the one problem still remained, healing...

Alyverai sought out Isyldar and saw a small trail of smoke circling lazily in the sky. He flew up to him and then shouted "Master, how shall we heal our sick and dying? We can't do that with Fireweaving!"
"Do not worry, Alyverai. I'm on to it" grumbled Isyldar.

Isyldar looked around, thinking upon what could heal but also destroy... Light? No, that's for goody-two-shoes like Belsheroth and Gwyn. Darkness? Perhaps, but that's too cliched. He noticed that among some peoples, they used herbs for medicine, but also to poison their enemies... Perhaps that could work?

Start AP: 2+2PAP.

Bless AP1: There are now plentiful healing (and poisonous) herbs anywhere a Virus goes, and they possess all knowledge of how to use them.

Bless AP1: Until The Virus are taught Wizardry, Isyldar will use his own divine magic to keep their Aircraft in the air and keep the ships at a steady pace. And also his own magic will be in the bombs etc rather than soul magic.

Create Lesser Concept AP1: Gunpowder Weaponry. They already knew how to use fireworks, so I thought, hey, guns! But only the basic stuff, like the really old muskets that took a while to reload and whatnot. :smallsmile:

End AP: 1PAP.

Also, I'd like to add that Teras was taken to Veran as well, but will be magically teleported back to the others as soon as he knows Fireweaving, so don't mind him.

Yeshon

2012-10-26, 12:32 AM

Cerune-Aftermath

All within sight gasped as the Doctor revealed himself, a giant, a dark shadow, had appeared among them, the guards drew their bows but hesitated. Fearful what vengeance such a thing could reak upon their houses.

The Captain, strangely, seemed hidden from their sight and... unafraid. He flew up so that he was near the Doctor.

"Surrender? That's not my style."

Then he whispered into the Doctor's mind, But I will tell you what is my style. When I took this city I took quite a few prisoners. So, I chained them in the catacombs, all of them, at least, until one of my guards brought a ghoul to visit them.

He jerked his head towards the south, "I'm sure you can see what I'm about to ask of you, and what I'm about to threaten. Trust me, there are more than enough civilians still living here and I don't think even a god could save them all."

Anreydu

The book was not so difficult to find, cross referenced as it was under Diseases, deific nature, and historical events. What was slightly difficult was the fact that a Varakhut was reading it at the moment.

"Greetings Jesaphina, I assume you were looking for this?"

He holds up the tome for her to see, something's, wrong in his demeanor.

"Normally I would have no objection to you taking it, but it's who you're taking it for... I cannot imagine a worse use of such knowledge, I would suggest keeping him isolated from the newer gods, as far as I know, they're the only ones not immunized. Otherwise, just let him die."

The Void

Gwyn's eyes lit up, "It is done."

I'm at 30AP after Rollover, so,

Curse Virus can no longer use Soul Magic
Bless Virus now have access to Wizardry

Ending AP: 28

I'll leave it to you how they're taught wizardry, it takes a while to master, but someone talented can have a working knowledge within a few years.

Elemental

2012-10-26, 01:06 AM

Anreydu

"We were given the Directive to care for him and restore his health."
Jesaphina stepped forward.
"We don't want to, but it is Gwyn's will that this be done."

Yeshon

2012-10-26, 07:44 AM

Anreydu

"We were given the Directive to care for him and restore his health."
Jesaphina stepped forward.
"We don't want to, but it is Gwyn's will that this be done."

"Gwyn is unaware of the nature of his illness, I would keep it that way."

The Bandicoot

2012-10-26, 08:04 AM

Torael
Dull-Coat doesn't say anything, he simply sneers and teleports away.

Ming Camp
Dull-Coat appears and looks at the little mushroom men curiously. When they inmediatly shout "For glory!" and try to attack him he starts teleporting around, dodging their attacks and talking to them. i have an idea...... Stop attacking me...... I'll grant you the ability to..... Jump around like this..... And I'll lead you to glory the Ming stop attacking him so Dull-Coat gathers his power and claps his hands, giving all the Ming to teleport like the Lloyas do. Then he grins as all the Ming bow before him. Why not let these lesser beings call him god?

Dull-Coat Starting AP: 4
Bless: The Ming gain the ability to teleport -1AP
Create Organization: The Ming all follow Dull-Coat as their god. -2AP
Ending AP: 1

HalfTangible

2012-10-26, 08:07 AM

Mynxae

2012-10-26, 08:48 AM

The Void

Gwyn's eyes lit up, "It is done."

I'm at 30AP after Rollover, so,

Curse Virus can no longer use Soul Magic
Bless Virus now have access to Wizardry

Ending AP: 28

I'll leave it to you how they're taught wizardry, it takes a while to master, but someone talented can have a working knowledge within a few years.

The Void

Isyldar watched sadly as he could feel the anguish of The Virus, their first source of power being stolen from them. His face suddenly turned harsh. "It is done, now do not bother me any more! I have a Kingdom to conquer!" he shouted angrily. But as he turned to leave, he was wracked with a horrible pain and his body was surrounded by a red mist. "Let it be known that you are an enemy of Alyveran, Gwyn. You have taken the best gift I ever gave to my people, and for what, something that is learned, not innate. Bah! You shall face my retribution, one of these days..." he muttered in a deep furious voice, his eyes flashing angrily as they turned red for a brief moment before he disappeared, the red mist dissipating as Alyveran hid himself away once more.

Veran

The Virus cried out in anguish as their innate magic was stolen from them, but then they all grinned as another was bestowed upon them. But as they tried to use it, it was not quite within their reach. But never fear, for they had a teacher. And that teacher is Alyverai, their leader and saviour in these dark times. He flew above Isyldar's smoke trail and lifted up the stadium with ease, a red line coming from his hands and meeting at the base of the stadium.
"We have been blessed with a new power! Sure, we lost our old one, but this one is even better!" he shouted gleefully as his magic was showered upon The Virus.

Start AP: 1PAP.

Bless AP1: Alyverai is blessed with expert skills of Wizardry. Not mastered, far from it. But he can do with it what someone who had been studying it for perhaps 40-50 years could do, perhaps more.

End AP: 0.

Start Alyverai AP: 1.

Bless AP1: The Virus are blessed with a basic knowledge of how to use Wizardry, and will learn it slowly over time as extended knowledge is leeched from Alyverai's mind (but he won't lose the knowledge).

End AP: 0.