A god am I

[zerombr]

Lukica the Inheritor now with new and improved AP: 4

Lukica drops her tongs in surprise at Valkir's sudden emergence from her mold. She opens her mouth to say something, but by that time the figure had already left her home, bound for parts unknown. She spends the better part of three mortal years in a blank stare, contemplating what exactly she has done, as well as the rudeness that had just transpired.
She shakes her head finally, thinking 'Best not to get hung up on such trivialities, What is more important is what outcome is there to this new addition?' Deciding a scry was in order, she looked to her potion cauldron, willing a look into Valkir's newly created post. She gives up after a few moments, "Ho, what do I care of such things, of afterlife and rewards, the testing ground is the world...adapting to problems, that is the reward. She regards the concept a bit further, 'Still, i suppose a reward is in order to my children, for those that have advanced my cause........What next? Yes...the Mumble character.
She wipes away the illusional image atop the mixed magical potions within her cauldron, dredging up another image, an image of madness.
The laughing figure seemed the epitome of sheer chaos as he slung insanity about as a weapon... 'He is near my people!' The Inheritor growls to herself for the first time, before returning to her forge. She looks over the selections of proto-forms she had made earlier, selecting a more serene woman, it reminded her of Medea, but it required a few....adjustments. 'Can't be rebelling against ourselves, can we? What I need is a figure of sanity, of mental power. Balance is needed between sanity, and delirium, so you will be a watcher over the mortals, to ensure their minds remain intact.' She puts a few crystals upon the figure's plate, being considered the epitome of order itself, clear, crystaline and uniform. After placing a small triangle of crystal around the figure, she unceremoniously shoves the entire plate into the forge.
"Mumbles..." She says absently, grasping her lucerene hammer. She transports herself to the Material Plane, at the edge of Gallat's forest, waiting to intercept the madman before he touches her chosen Proteans, her deific weapon hefted into her hands, a grim look on her face.

[Alber]

Avatar of Gallat, the Material Plane

At last, after quite some time, Gallat and his people managed to round up those not in their right mental state. It had not been an easy task, since it seemed for every madman they managed to restrain, two more would pop up. To make matters worse, Gallat had found himself unable to cure those affected (not that he ever professed healing to be his strong point), even though he did manage to put up mental barriers on those of his people still unaffected. They had managed to imprison the sick in a makeshift dungeon, which was really no more than a large pit. With him stuck on this plane and his divine self focused on other matters, he had no way to find the source of the infestation, though he had a feeling he would soon find out, one way or another.

For now though, the fate of those in the pit needed to be addressed. His first thought was to kill them, since that would be the most efficient way to deal with them. Besides, how dare they abuse his gift of intelligence by allowing themselves to be influenced so easily? However, remembering what thoughts like that had done to him in the past, he finally resolved to have them exiled, rather than executed. He passed his sentence on them, an amount of pity showing in his face as he looked on their deranged, twitching faces. Ordering his people to bind and gag them with the strongest vines available, Gallat had some of the still sane Arkun, led by a diligent scout, Rak'cht, to take the insane past the edge of the forest and abandoned. There their vines would eventually wither and die and their fates would be left to whatever forces would take them in.

And so, Rak'cht, his followers, and the bound mad Arkun, all set off to the edge of the forest, while Gallat's avatar began to see over the damages done.

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By the way, zerombr, the Arkun are indeed (unknowingly) heading towards the Prometheans and, by extension, Lukica. But, do whatever you need to to beget Aldgar first, I can wait.

[Lady Tialait]

Mumbles, for the Lulz.


Mumbles started to giggle. His giggles started to shake the area around him.

"That was funny!"

Mumbles then looked at the mortal races, with a grin.

"I think it's time for some REAL fun!"

Mumbles smirked, then threw a small amount of his power down to the Arkun and or otherwise. And before one of them was small furry creature. The creature had two sparkling eyes. His soft fur covered his two ears, atop his head, they both end in points. His face was triangle, but completely and disgustingly cute.

The creatures would follow the Arkun everywhere, giving off strange sounds 'Mew' and 'Prrr'. And were often getting onto their stuff, bags, playing with yarn. Making total nuisances of themselves.

Mumbles looked at the thing and giggled. He would name it, yes it needed a name.

"I will name my creature....LOLCATZ!...or kittens. I dunno I like both."

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I'll just act like I spent 1 to act the insanity spells.

Sooo, 2-1 (Create Animal LOLCATZ!) = 1

[Aldgar]

Iura Ciel, Lukica's Forge

The astral spark waiting in the Void of Unreality felt a faint breach, a slight, brief opening in the Veil that parted these realms from Reality.

It was open only for a moment, but this moment was enough for it to emerge, escape from the undefined void into Existence.


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The woman's form flares up inside the Inheritor's forge, shattering the crystals around her to dust and absorbing them immediately after. Minutes later, a tall woman emerged from the forge, fully formed, basking in her newfound power and enjoying her right to be.

She pondered for some time, exploring the laboratory until she finally finds a mirror. Gazing upon her reflection, she finds no flaw, only perfection.
With a mere thought, she conjures a pearl-white dress from thin air to clothe herself, and then moves on to more urgent matters.


I am...Iura. Iura Ciel, the lady of law. It shall be my task and my purpose to bring order to this world, so that it may share my perfection and exult in its glory.


The Astral Plane
The newborn goddess shifted to the Astral Plane, and looked upon the material world.

She saw the mountains and forests, the rivers and seas, the animals, the dragons, the sons of steel and the protean, the songtouched and the arkum, the multitude of insects, some of which had been blessed with sentience.

She saw them living in relative peace, each one trying to survive in the harsh and young environment around them, supported by their gods who they revered.

She saw the disorder present in these people, faint, but noticable. While they had been created, nurtured and even -to some extent- taught, they hadn't received the blessing of law. Even worse, some of the arkum seemed to be...confused, driven insane by some outside influence that had forcibly warped their minds.

The lady frowned. This was not how the world should be. Drawing upon the powers within her, she began to draw some nearby extoplasm into a vague shape, and formed it with the force of her will.
It turned into an image of herself, and once it was completed, she willed for the ectoplasm to crystallize, becoming a statue of herself.

I am going to need others to aid me, and to act where I cannot.
You shall be the first of them. Wake up, my child, and live.

With a sudden embrace, Iura kissed the crystalline figure and imbued it with some of her divine essence, granting it life.

You shall be known as Claire, my beloved child. Now come with me, and descend to this material world. There is much work to be done.

With joined hands, the two women shifted again, entering the material plane.


The Material Plane
Iura and Claire appeared in the sky, kept aloft through Iura's divine power. The lady thought briefly about what she was going to do, the impact it would have and the reactions of the other gods to it. Ultimately, she dismissed any doubts and raised her hand as she enforced her will on the world.

Within moments, millions upon millions of stars flared up in the sky, descending as comets upon the planet and illuminating the night as shooting stars headed downwards. Yet none of them reached the surface, each one of them burned to nothing but dust in the atmosphere, leaving the creatures dwelling on the material plane unharmed.

Yet these stars carried something with them that did affect all living beings.
Countless animals, some dragons, proteans and sons of steel, some songtouched and insects and many, many arkum, especially those who had been driven insane all felt...different somehow.

They felt a new power surging through them, as their minds expanded, their senses sharpened and they found themselves blessed with previously unknown abilities.

All of them were instantly aware of who had thusly changed them, and why.

My children, I have granted you this gift so that you may understand the world you live in, and wield the power you now possess. Heed my words, for they are the law. Listen to me, and you shall be blessed even more, and it shall be you that will eventually rule this world.

Iura focused, and removed the insanity from those arkum that had received her gift, deciding that such an affliction was improper for her servants.

She then returned to the Astral Plane, leaving Claire on the Material Plane to supervise the gifted that would be drawn to serve the Lady.

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AP: 4 starting AP, +3 from rollover = 7
-2 to create Phrenic Creatures.

Total AP left: 5

Actions:
SDA-Alter Reality: Create Dress
Standard action: Planeshift to Astral Plane
Free action: Create DR 0 Godling(Claire)
Standard action: Designate Godling as Proxy, granting it DR 1(and reducing Iura's DR -temporarily- to 5)
Standard action: Plane shift with Claire to Material Plane

2 point action: Create Race: Phrenic Creatures
(Basically, Iura is applying this template to lots of creatures at once instead of creating a new race alltogether; Furthermore, the template is slightly changed: Remove the "if INT is 3 or greater" clause, allowing this template to give sapience to animals)

[Lady Tialait]

Mumbles, In Ur Worldz Messin' wit stuff.

Mumbles was now bored. Playing with other folk's stuff was at best a boring waste of time. At best...well a boring waste of time.

Mumbles had concluded that the...rodents were a waste of time. And not really funny anymore. Perhaps if he made his own peaple. Mumbles envisioned it for a moment.

~~~"Yes, we praise you! Oh great Mumbles! We will do your bidding? What prank do you want us to do today?"

Mumbles, The Benovolant blesses his great people with good crops, healthy children and loads of gadget porn. ~~~

Mumbles shuddered.

"No More Gadget Porn!!! Never NEVER NEVER!"

Mumbles started to kick and scream, seriously, the guy doesn't like gadget porn.

-*-Hours Later-*-

Mumbles wiped the tears off his cheeks, those heavy heavy tears. He didn't want gadget porn to ever exist. And would plight those who dared to create it. FOREVER! Right jerks they are.

"Alright, no race. Soooo, not creating a race. That would destroy my precious precious sanity."

Mumbles hugged himself, "I love you sanity."

The Jester smirked, "I'll make me...again...and again...and again...and again."

-*-One Month Later-*-

"and again....and again...and again..."

Something fell on Mumbles head.

"Right then. I shall name it george!"

With a flick of his wrist he created a double of himself. However it was not like him, the freakin' thing spit in his face. "What the.."

Then the clown doubled itself, those doubled themselves, so on and so forth till Mumbles couldn't move, being crowded with clowns.

"Right, bad idea...better get rid of these things."

Mumbles pushed all of them into a box. The box buckled, but did not break.

"That is better. Now, I think three of me will be enough for now. Giggles, Wiggles, and Lou. Get your butts out of the box. The rest..stay in there."

Three Clowns popped out of the box, each with a goofy look on their faces. They saluted, with their left hands, bonking each of themselves on the nose.

Mumbles giggled. "Alright you's guys. Shee, get you's butts onto the world and cause some hilarity shee."

With that the three were sent to the world as a blight. They would get into stuff, start messes and such. They could never be killed, because they were the same as Mumbles, Gods.

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Alright, I just created one DemiGod, called "Infinite Box of Infinite Clowns or Iboic for short. Iboic is a DemiGod DR 1 so he can walk the world. I spend 4 AP on his butt. According to Rules I remember that is correct.

Edit: Draken Corrected me 4 - 3 (Create Iboic) = 1 AP

[Draken]

Outer Nightmare, Kethkress (4 AP)

A thousand of eyes opened in a place so far, so deep in space. A thousand eyes within a hundred maws and at the end of a million clawed arms.

And it made something sever from itself, a lump of gray flesh, which it sent out of it's unspeakable mannor, into the endless infinity between, and then into material skyes.

(-3 AP: beget DR 1 Demigod: Illazan, The Tainter, writeup in the OOC).

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Material Plane, Illazan (1 AP)

Great Illazan fell from the night skies, little more than a massive lump of flesh, losing much mass as it burned through the atmosphere. It fell in the oceans, and where it did so, the waters were corrupted by it's foul blood, the blood of Kethkress. The foul liquid seeped deep, into the earth, and pulled it up, to craddle the spawn of the alien deity.

Illazan's presence too changed this land, what first was burnt, gray flesh soon writhed and wriggled into a confortable position, pulsating and glowing with power, arcane, psionic, electrical. It was like a monstrous, mishappen thing of brain matter, stretching it's tentacles through the land it's parent had given it, changing it, evolving it, corrupting it further yet.

(-2 AP: Raise Land)

(Final AP = 0
Base AP income is now 4, due to Illazan, the Demigod)

[Aldgar]

Iura Ciel, the Astral Plane

Iura sensed the ripple in the fabric of reality as more divine beings were created.
Even though these possessed far less power than herself, they would inevitably pose a new factor in the power struggle on the material plane that was to come.

Thus, she decided to offer knowledge to her followers, and not only to them, but also to those of their -lesser- kin.

She sent a mental command to Claire, and her proxy acted immediately.
A clarion call rang out over the world, piercing the minds of all psionic creatures with raw knowledge.

And suddenly, they gained a deeper understanding of the powers they had been granted, and the concepts that governed those powers.
They had been taught the principles of psionics.

However, this wasn't enough. The lady drew upon her lesser powers granted by her divine status, and altered reality around her, calling a simulacrum of herself into existence. She immediately commanded it to obey Claire, and sent it to aid her proxy in all of its endeavors.

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Currently 5 AP left.

Actions: Teach populous(phrenic creatures): Knowledge of Psionics. (-1 AP)
(This includes psionic focus and the knowledge of augmenting, researching powers and the necessity of powerpoints for manifesting powers;

Right now, all phrenic creatures have only Psi-Like abilities which do not require powerpoints or augmenting, thus, they previously lacked this knowledge.)

Since phrenic creatures live among the non-phrenic of their race, this knowledge should spread quickly among all races.

SDA-Alter reality: Emulate Simulacrum. This creates a 14th level simulacrum of Iura with no Divine Ranks(not even DR 0).

Said Simulacrum is a female Human Telepath 5/Thrallherd 9. It otherwise follows all normal rules for simulacra.

SDA-Alter reality: Emulate Plane shift on Simulacrum, transporting it to the material plane, close to Claire.

4 AP left.

[lesser_minion]

Medea - The Material Plane. Somewhere. 5/5 ap

Medea had wandered for several years in mortal time, observing the death and the madness that had begun to infect the world. Her own dark progeny had been one of the worst offenders, driving some of the Arkun insane.

She had begun to comprehend her own purpose in the world - even if she had failed to protect the living, she could still protect the dead, as well as protecting the living from the dead. In the past, a dying soul would be freed of its ties to its body, but was unable to interact with the world. Only the gods could see these spirits for what they were, and they had not suffered at first. After a short time, the soul-stuff would congeal, forming maybe a new god or giving life to a mortal at birth. However, in the intervening time, the soul was helpless - it could do nothing, see nothing and hear nothing.

Her brush with darkness, however, had led Medea to realise that the souls of the dead had been suffering - even as the gods became corrupted, each generation of spirits had been twisted, broken and reforged. The mortal beings that resulted were slowly growing more and more evil, corrupted by
the bitterness that had slowly crept into the essence of mortality.

With a moment of concentration, Medea drew upon the essence of both the material plane and the astral void, creating a new world that reflected the material plane in a sense - although it was different, far more mutable. She assumed control over the plane's shape, and over the way in which people died - whenever a person died, from now on, it had a place to go.

A soul could find solace in the land of the dead. However, Medea realised that the judge of the dead had to be respected. At a thought, the realm split into infinite layers - near the top were the heavens, a home for the souls of the lawful and just. Near the bottom were nine hells - a place for the punishment of the wicked and vile.

In between were the lands of dreams, where those who made their own path could continue to do so. If such a soul had been wicked in its mortal life, however, then it was doomed to the same lifeless limbo that had once faced every soul. This part of the realms of the dead seemed to touch the material world - a place where even the living could sometimes find their own consciousness. Such beings were still bound by the rules of the plane, and they could find themselves rewarded or damned for the time they spent here.

While it wasn't the best method for encouraging good deeds, Medea felt that giving people a taste of their afterlife could be interesting.

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@Mike the Mystic - the heavens and the hells didn't actually exist when you posted, so I've created them. I've made a few changes to the way things work though - a chaotic soul now remains in the realm of dreams rather than ever ending up in the heavens or the hells. A free spirit makes its own path.

5 ap to create the infinite realm of the dead, and of dreams, making it divinely morphic with respect to Medea and Valkir.

Somebody might want to bestow a couple of nightmares on good guys/good dreams on bad guys otherwise the evil in this campaign will be verrry insane

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[Mike_the_Mystic]

Valkir almost agreed with everything the goddess did, except for the inclusion of Chaos and Order, whom he did not feel were necessary.

"Goddess...what is chaos and order if not concepts of mortals. Order and chaos are both subjective, and are never definitive. A warrior of a god might crusade for "Order", but in actuality slaying innocents for their beliefs is never good, and always evil. A bard is a rogue who never hurts things directly, but is considered chaotic..." He began his speech "Chaos and Order will not be considered in my judgements, and as such the "Lawful" Crusader and the "Chaotic" Bard would be in the opposite positions. It shall be the crusader in the hells and the Bard in the heavens, for their steryotypes do not justify their paths. It will be deeds, not intentions, that will be judged on my scale. And let it be known that one who destroys in an act of offense will have a heart filled with evil, and one who only defends himself will be considered good upon my scale. That is all, Mistress..."

[kopout]

Vorm, 5 ap same place

All the other gods had made a helper of some sort, Vorm had not . So he made from the astral goo and spare parts found in the workshop of Lukica a being of mettle and darkness to add him in the duties of a god. I shall call it, Otsochre.

[Lady Tialait]

Mumbles, Giggling someplace, seriously it's a uncontrollable thing.

Mumbles floated before Valkir, giggling.

"Consider the jester. We can kill one with pure happiness. Consider the joke. A thing of chaos to bring joy. Consider the executioner, a being to end joy for the good of all."

Mumbles snickered.

"Consider this you high and mighty creature. A story."

Mumbles cleared this throat, and chuckled. Floating up side down.

"A single man, a proper man. A true artist with his words speaks through a town. His words bring joy, happiness, and wonderment....However, they are not approved by anyone. They are an insult to the normal folk, and harm their sense of right and wrong. HOWEVER (dot dot dot) he never harms anything physically. He steals...he lies...but all to survive. He never does any TRUE harm. He does break laws, constantly in fact. Where do you send him? What do you do with him? The world cannot condone him, he would destroy all their rules. THERE RULES. So, they would remove him. Exile? No. Imprisonment? No. They execute him. Why? Because, he is a threat to all of them. A threat must be dealt with. Who is in the wrong? The one who kills one to save thousands upon thousands, or the one who put the danger there? Answer me oh great God of justice. Oh great judger of judges. Oh great stealer of souls. Oh great poo-bah!. Oh great master of the lolkittens! Oh...say can you seeeeeeeee!"

Mumbles starts giggling again. He really does that a lot.

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Iboic, In it's Box

The Box of clowns was too full, the three were causing trouble...someplace. Sooo, it popped out a single clown...but not a clown. A being unlike the others.

(Roberts is in)

[Mike_the_Mystic]

While blind, the gaze of Valkir was metaphorically burning.

"He who makes a family go hungry, he who tells dishonesty to get a copper, he who is slanderous, is the same as one who takes the life of innocents, who rapes the town and destroys all. For evil is evil in these blind eyes. But let me tell you a story, cackling one...

A man, a simple man, is wandering through a king's forest. The warden, a man tasked with protecting those from harm, walks into the middle of the road. He tells the man that in order to have protection, he must pay the royal fee. But the man is poor, so the warden does not escort him. Three days later, the warden hears that the man was murdered the day they met by a band of Revolter-thieves, because he had no coin. Who is in the wrong, the warden? The king? The thieves? ALL I SAY! Those who make corrupt laws are corrupt themselves, and make law corrupt. Those who enforce laws that are corrupt prolongue corruption. And those who do not care for another's life is just as corrupt as the politicians and kings they fight against. None are innocent, except the poor man, who did not do anything wrong his whole life and is yet punished by law! There is no law unfallable, there is no chaos unmalleable, ther is only Good, Neutral and Evil in my eyes! Blind as they may be, they see more than yours, Jester! But I do not hate, nor do I anger at any, for this is the path they choose. And your madness is your path, and my judgements are my own..."

[Lady Tialait]

Mumbles, now rolling around laughing.

"You tell a good joke. But, no the poor man was no innocent.

Do you expect everyone to help each other with no essence for themselves? No payment? Let me tell your story...from the future."

Mumbles started to giggle. He did that alot, so nothing new there.

"That same road, same warden, same poor man. However, the warden feels it is a kind act to help the poor man out, escorting him through this forest. THEIVES ATTACK!..as you have pointed out. The poor man is saved by the warden...all hail the conquering hero.

So? Now only the thieves are at fault, perhaps the law makers. But, let's bring this story to the future. You see, the poor man goes threw this forest every day. And the kindly warden never asks a penny. How nice? Soon, word gets around, the Warden asks nothing of those who cannot pay. Ten or twenty trips are given a day by the kindly warden. The poor love him, however...he is no longer able to pay for even a loaf of bread. Growing weak he is escorting your poor man hero through the wood. He gets attacked. The Poor man escapes, but because the warden is now almost starving from no payment for months upon months...he gets killed. A life given to others, to be sure. And you would give him a nice afterlife....but his kind acts are what killed him. Is your 'heaven' only for fools and beggers? You make it clear it is. A kindly king that does not weaken his seat by giving all the royal treasury to those who beg at his step every day is considered a dark criminal. The Warden who asks a modest fee for his services so he may live is a dark villain....Actually disregard me. I like this idea. I think it'll be one heck of a joke!"

Mumbles starts to laugh out loud.

"THIS WILL BE THE GREATEST JOKE EVER!!"

[Mike_the_Mystic]

Within your condensation is a truth: Kindness can kill, but so can cruelty. May I suggest the moderate method. Same scenario as before, but this time, the king doesn't tax as harshly as he did before, leaving the poor man with enough money for a moderate fee. The fee, to begin with, was not moderate, however, because the king is a tyrant who taxes excessively. Because this time the king doesn't tax as harshly as before, threre are no theives in his forest. Therefore there is no need for a fee. The warden leads a different life, say the king's grounds keeper at his castle. There, he will live an honest life with no need for such things as guarding those passing through the forests. What say you, jester?

[Lady Tialait]

Mumbles, now getting bored.

Mumbles yawns, then snickers.

"The King and the Warden belong in your 'hell' the poor man becomes a bandit for his own greed. Hence, goes to your 'hell'. Why you might ask does the Warden and the King belong in your 'hell'? The King seduces the Warden's wife and makes a royal bastard. The Warden in a fit of rage murders the King. Why does all this happen? Because, you see, The Warden was an outdoors man and the King required him to be a guard....life is a very funny thing. I will be on my way...oh judge of the judges. Just remember, just because you can't SEE the pretty colors doesn't mean they don't exist."

With a giggle and a grin the Jester vanishes.

[Mike_the_Mystic]

"A being stranger" Valkir said "I shall never meet..."

He then reiterates his comments before, telepathically, to Medea. "I still wish to know your thoughts, mistress..."

[Alber]

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I'll react to the developments on the material plane once zerombr posts. Until then...

Gallat, Astral Plane

Gallat left his home plane for a time, since he was wary of having his mind occupied with the mind of his avatar. He felt that all that micromanaging was detering him from his very nature. "I'll have to remove myself from mortal affairs soon...", he thought to himself, just as he was stumbling accross two gods he had never seen before, apparently locked in a...debate? He watched from a distance at the two, listening in on their converasation, until the jester finally vanished. A smile crossing both his faces, Gallat approached the remaining divine, Valkir, from behind, circling about him while speaking.

"I would not be so sure...While I am certainly not as odd as that one, you should already know not to close yourself to possibilities so quickly. I know that I wasn't exactly part of that little argument just now...Gallat, by the way, in case you cared to know...but I'm afraid I must admit that the madman had some valid points. After all, you cannot condemn those for your own sense of morality, for you are but ONE god among many who determines what is right and what is wrong.

To illustrate, let me bring back up your story of the warden and the poor man. However, let us say that the "protection fee" was not sanctioned by a worldly king, but instead, by the very god of that land, of whom, we will say for argument's sake, both the warden and the poor man are followers. NOW, who is in the wrong? The warden for upholding the will of his Lord, yet condemning the poor man to his fate? The poor man for selfishly attempting to preserve his own life by persuading a warden to disobey his god? The thieves, who may very well be serving a different god altogether and were themselves commanded by THEIR god to kill and mug the poor man? Please...enlighten me.

[Aldgar]

Claire ci Vallé, Material Plane
Claire had acted according to the wishes of her lady, and she was content doing so. She had been granted power beyond her comprehension, had been chosen to be an important tool in the hands of her goddess:
To witness the creation of the gifted, to impart them knowledge about its nature, and to govern those who heard the lady's call and wished to serve.
She had even been assigned an aide herself, a simulacrum that shared her lady's appearance, taken from a past that had never been.

Yet with every day that passed, more mortals flocked to Claire and asked for guidance. They were a varied folk, members of every race there was, and even animals, awakened by the gift, came and asked to serve.


The blessing of Law
So the godling did her best to fulfill her duty - She gave them laws. Laws to protect and to guide them, to give them purpose and power. Laws to worship the Lady, and the Lady alone - to revere and acknowledge their creators, but to favor the Lady above all. Laws to obey and Laws to command, Laws to liberate and Laws to constrain. Laws to abide by, and those to bend in your favor, Laws to honor for eternity.

The creation of Alexion
Claire called upon the divine powers granted to her, and altered reality as she saw fit, creating food and shelter for the believers, erecting a city to serve as their home.

At first, she created the cities' outer boundaries - a large circle of permanent prismatic walls, encased in permanent walls of force. While the force prevented anyone from coming too close to the shimmering core of the walls, they acted as powerful defensive barrier to protect the citizens from harm.
Eight gates allowed entrance through these walls, gates in the Northeast, North, Northwest, West, Southwest, South, Southeast and East of the city.

Then, she proceeded to erect houses, made of stone and iron, sculpted into uniform designs unique to each of the nine districts.
After defining the districts, she created a temple in the center of the city, a temple dedicated to her goddess, a tall tower made of pure white marble.
This tower of Law was higher than any other building, carefully crafted by Claire without the aid of any unseen servants.
Finally, she dedicated the entire city to the Lady by hallowing its grounds, forbidding any lie to take place within these grounds.

Exhausted from her work, Claire looked at what she had done, and solemnly spoke:
"From now on, this place shall be known as Alexion, the home of Law."

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Iura has 4 AP.

Actions:
Iura:
Free action: Give 4 AP to Claire.

Claire:
Teach populous(believers of Iura, Claire and Simulacria): Concept of Law.
(-1 AP).

SDA-Alter Reality:
Emulate Miracle, Wish, Wall of Stone, Prismatic Wall, Wall of Iron, True Creation, Permanency, Unhallow, Unseen Servant to create Alexion. Each of these spells will be used many times, roughly described in the post. Every spell will be made permanent via Alter Reality or Permanency.

The fluff above says that Claire dedicates the city by HALLOWING its grounds, but she actually uses the spell UNHALLOW(and modifies it with Zone of Truth).

AP left:

Iura: 0 AP.

Claire: 3 AP.

[Mike_the_Mystic]

"I am sanctioned to judge the dead because I am blind justice incarnate, fellow divinity. If it was your task to judge who was going to the heavens or the hells, then you would know, but alas you don't. I am getting the feeling that the gods wish to meddle in the task that is mine, from the jester to the creator of the heavens and hells herself. Is it so wrong to follow one's purpose? Should I rule over these...Lulcats? Or your beings? Why do not the divinities worry about their own tasks instead of mine?" He said, very long-winded as usual.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Otsochre

As malevolent intelligence filled the cold metal skull of Ostochre, he twitched to life. At first his motions were jerky, mechanical, but soon his motions became fluid and subtle, like the ebbing of the water currents, and the prowl of a hungry predator. He traveled to the great sea of space, and looked down upon the world now under his stewardship. A moment of darkness flared in his seemingly infinite sockets and he waved a metal hand almost longingly toward the world. "This place holds many secrets from me. Secrets I must learn. Death is too short here. This will change."

[Aldgar]

Iura Ciel, Astral Plane
Iura had been testing Claire's capabilities by leaving her to deal with the mortal's questions and problems.
And her child had excelled at dealing with them. The Lady was proud, and decided to reward her proxy for building a great city in her honor.

Material Plane
She descended upon the material plane -perhaps for the last time- and appeared within the walls of Alexion.
"You have done well, child. Receive your rightful and just reward for what you have done, so that you may better serve me in the future."

The goddess embraced Claire once again, and wreathed both of them into a silvery-white brilliance as she withdrew her divine essence from her proxy and exalted her to the status of a divine being.

As the light receded, Iura had already returned to the Astral Plane, her divine power too great to be contained by the material boundaries, and her daughter stood still in the center of Alexion, silently weeping because of sorrow and joy alike.
She had changed. Gone was her crystalline, statue-like appearance; Gone was the smooth, black hair so similar to Iura's. In Claire's place stood a woman, tall and slender as before, with golden curls and bright, silvery-grey eyes; a distant, surprised expression on her face.

The parting words of Iura resounded like thunder in her mind, as she tried to comprehend what had happened to her, and why...

"In order to govern my believers, you need to be unbound by morals and ideals other than the Law. This is why you shall become neutral -so that you may unite all races under my rule, and act as my messenger to those Gods that deem themselves *Good*, as foolish as it may be.

Now be, Claire, be what you were meant to be since the time I called you from the Void and gave you life. BE, and never forget that I am your Lady, your mother and your Law.

BE!"

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Actions:

Claire:
Free action:
Give 3 AP to Iura.

Iura:
Plane shift to the Material Plane(to Alexion).
Grant Claire DR 1, change Claire's alignment to LN. (-3 AP, *Beget God* action)

Plane shift to the Astral Plane.

Standard action: Recall Divine Rank from Claire.

AP left: 0

Iura is now a DR 6 lesser deity.

Claire is now a DR 1 demigoddess.

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Lukica the Inheritor above the Arkun forest 4 AP

She waited, she scanned, gripping her forged polearm with a determined fury, awaiting the jester god, and his tainted delerium, yet he never showed. Perhaps he knew what awaited him, or perhaps he changed his course on a whim, either way only delayed the inevitable...

She relaxes her stance, exhaling in relief before heading off to the closest outpost the Proteans had made to the forest...the first line of defense against Mumbles.


--- At the Forest Outpost ---

Smoke rises from the wood and metal community as birds circle overhead. A pile of bodies ominously greets Lukica as she descends unto the battered fort. She activates her voicebox "WHAT HAS HAPPENED HERE?"
An armored Protean she had recognized as one of her Marshalls named Bleak approached her, clasping his hands in an interlinking sign. A representative of her sign, she supposed.
Bleak raised his head, "Feral beasts, they descended from the forest, and attacked...in part." The Inheritor frowned, "IN PART?" Lukica makes a mental note to turn down her voicebox when talking to mortals next time, before he continues. "Some of them attacked, some fought amongst themselves, others....just sat and muttered."
She surveys the area as Bleak added, gesturing to the fire, "Madness...."
The Inheritor turns her head back to him, a scowl on her child-like face, "MADNESS?....THIS WAS...MUMBLES..."

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Yes, yes I know. I couldn't resist

She motions to the forest, as she fiddles with her loudspeaker, it announcing her words in a softer, tinny tone. "We are not at war with the forest folk, they have been tainted by the sire of a sister, Use the communicators I made for you to alert the others. Find a way to control it. You have done well, you have adapted to the surprise." Lukica looks around for another moment, looking at the progress, reminding herself that simple machinery was next for her to teach them, before ascending into the air. "I must seek out my own answers as well..." Without a word of farewell to her people, having encountered strife for their first time, she ripples, returning to her home.

--- At the Font of Inspiration ---

The figure that was Iura was already gone, that was hardly a surprise, but where did she go? The Inheritor sensed the existence of other, newer places to go, other planes. 'Are these the work of those that were birthed here? And why are they stronger than myself? Am I but a fragment of True Iron?' She gritted her teeth, as she left, warping herself back into the Astral Plane with a shudder of power.

--- In the Astral Plane ---

She immediately felt Iura's presence, for she was the Goddess' maker, not that it would have been hard, after all, Iura was a design Lukica had made. Within the starry abysss, she approaches Ciel, gesturing to her voicebox.
"Do you have answers for me? Answers about Mumbles?"

[Lady Tialait]

Mumbles, Astral Plane

Mumbles taps Lukica on the shoulder, "Hi."

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Ostochre

True Death looked over the world, and was intrigued. He wished to learn more, in person, about this world that would so soon feel his influence. However, he could not go there himself.

He felt that the form that would walk in his place on the world below, would begin to show the world what his gifts truly were.

And so he scoured the world, and at last found what he sought to find. A skeleton, perfectly bleached in the sun, a glorious shining white. Ostochre siphoned his will and power into the white bone, and the ivory took on a metallic sheen, as it hardened and strengthened, till it shone like silver and was harder than steel.

As the metal skeleton began to rise, it found in it's hand a great staff, and about it's shoulders a seeming paradox began to form. A white cloak fluttered in the breeze, it was ripped and torn, it's edges ragged, but it was the most pristine and clean piece of material any mortal would ever set eyes upon.

The skeleton looked up into the sky, staring intently at Ostochre, and raised it's hands to the heaven, divine light flooding over it. Had Ostochre any lips, they would have smiled, but in their place his skull-grin answered the same expression on his new creation. Chorsotok, the Prophet of Bone, had been born.

1AP=4AP-3AP Create Avatar, Prophet of Bone.

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Lukica the Inheritor with 4 AP, Mumbles and Iura

It takes her a moment to turn around, her lips tightened in frustration of the simple humiliation of being snuck up upon. "You!" She points a finger, accusing Mumbles. "Because of your insolent asinine antics, several of my Proteans were slain in chaos. You will stop your madness immediately, your delusions have no place in my Great Plan."

[Alber]

Avatar of Gallat, Material Plane

Gallat had had enough...

The past few years had been continuously stressful, and had been worsened by the sudden appearance of the insufferably cute and annoying lolkittens (he wasn't exactly sure how or why he knew they were called that). Not having the patience to try to get rid of them as he had the insane Arkun, he simply let his people deal with them as they saw fit, with many of them finding their appearance and antics "adorable" and deciding to feed and shelter them. A few more Arkun also started mentioning strange dreams and voices, whom Gallat immediately exiled, fearing they were being driven to insanity (although in truth, they were simply some of those affected by Iura). They had put up surprisingly little of a fight, almost as if they wanted to leave.

Having put up with these troubles long enough, Gallat finally decided to completely shut of his people from the outside world, and shut off himself from his people. He cast a great illusion on the forest itself, making it extremely difficult to traverse, and then had his avatar travel to the forbidden isle in the middle of the lake, resolving to have it be a guardian of the portal there, rather than directly interfere with his worshippers any longer. Unfortunately, Gallat had apparently forgotten that not all of his people were in the depths of the forest...

Rak'cht, Arkun leader, Outskirts of the Forest of Arkun

The past few days had been hell for Rak'cht and his followers. Despite his years working as a scout and explorer for the Illusion god, the forest turned out to be MUCH more massive than he had anticipated, and it had taken a good month to reach the forest's edge.

That was when the trouble began...

With the trip having taken so long, the bindings that held the mad Arkun eventually withered and broke just as they neared the edge of the forest. The sane ones gave chase, only to stumble across an outpost of apparently sentient creatures unknown to the Arkun (not that ANY sentient creatures other than themselves were known to them). The mad ones began to attack both the new beings and the sane Arkun when, suddenly, some of the insane Arkun began attacking with some strange power. Worse still, some of Rak'cht's own ranks developed similar powers and turned on their kin. But Rak'cht's group was comprised of scouts and laborers, not soldiers, so he almost immediately ordered a retreat back into the forest, after all, their mission was to release the insane ones outside the forest, which they had done.

It was a shame, Rak'cht thought. He had always wanted to see the world outside his forest and just when he got his chance, he didn't even get a moment to enjoy it. Still, he couldn't help but be relieved that the ordeal was almost over, as he now saw a break in the trees ahead, heralding what was surely the clearing his village was located in.

Unfortunately, this was not the case. Somehow, despite walking in a straight line, they found themselves back in the outside world from whence they came. It was boggling, but Rak'cht had no time to ponder this, as he had to make a decision. His followers had been in such a rush to get home they had not foraged much on the way there, and thus were tired, hungry, and demoralized. Thus, Rak'cht told them that they would make camp there, at the edge of the forest. They would continue sending scout patrols to find a way through the forest, but for now they would simply focus on survival.

The days turned to weeks, to months, to years, and the scout patrols eventually were lost or disbanded due to wane of interest. For Rak'cht and his people now grew ever more curious about the new world around them, and had eventually started considering their "camp" home. And so, the generations passed, and the camp grew into a village, which grew into more villages outlying the forest, with their inhabitants calling themselves the Tribe of Rak'cht, after their founder.

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2 AP for Mold land/illusion spell to create the illusion in the Forest of Arkun. It should be noted, that the forest is still able to be traversed by someone who is deadset on getting through it, such that they mark their trail, map their surroundings, etc. The spell just prevents casual or unprepared entry. I'll also spend the (I think) 2 AP for Guide Populace: although their ways haven't been significantly changed, now that I've split up the Arkun race into the secluded Central Forest Tribe, and the more geographically and culturally open (hint hint) Rak'cht Tribe. I'm expecting both of their ways to change drastically soon, so I'm spending the AP now to cover that. Should leave me with 3AP left (thanks to evolve self and not doing anything for a week, which left me with my maximum of 7 AP)

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Prophet of Bone, the Ivory Wanderer

As the silver-boned skeleton lowered it's arms, and the shaft of "divine" light was once more concealed by passing clouds, he began to look about him. Chorsotok saw that this world had much potential, much potential indeed.

Casting about, Chorsotok located the nearest nest of sentients, and set off to spread his masters word. Ostochre would be praised by this worlds people, and it was the Prophets job to ensure this.

[Aldgar]

Iura Ciel, Astral Plane

"Do you have answers for me? Answers about Mumbles?"

Iura turned around to face the one that had created her, called her from the Void to escape Unbeing and enter Reality.

"I am honored by your presence, mother. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to analyze the source of the insanity yet - nor have I found a way to contain it, other than shielding my followers. It seems..."

She was interrupted as Mumbles appeared and mockingly greeted Lukica.
Politely waiting out the Inheritors irate outburst, the Lady eventually continued, her eyes glowing with psionic power as she absent-mindedly scanned the chaotic deity, gathering information about it.

"...that this 'Mumbles' is a god of madness and wields considerable power. Fortunately, he is very whimsical and does not actively pursue any goal for a long amount of time, which makes dealing with him easier.
Furthermore, the unpredictability of insanity - and chaos itself - disallows any form of agreement that he could be expected to honor."

Iura had completed her analysis, and subtly altered the inflection of her voice as she addressed Mumbles.

"I have seen your work, Mumbles. Not all of it is destructive or even disruptive, and not all of it carries malicious intent. However, be warned.
I will not tolerate any of your actions against my believers, nor will I tolerate any further slight against my mother.

We may be equal in rank, equal -maybe- in power, equal even in our way of despising Good: But you are mad, and I am the Law.
Any further transgressions on your part will provoke my wrath, and I will not be alone."

[Lady Tialait]

Mumbles, Chuckling

"You don't have anything of your own. The God who likes to call himself 'Valkir' owns all souls. If you ask him he'll tell you that Souls are his to control."

Mumbles smirks, without a bit of laughter.

"My mettling is temporary at best, and over all just there for the lulz! His mettling in the affairs of your believers are complete and total domination. Yet, you fear me? Poor little me?"

Mumbles starts to mock-cry. A clown walked up and gave him a hanky. He blew his nose in it and then suffed it in the pants of Iura Ciel.

"However, because it entertains me....I'll not say anything else"

Mumbles starts to giggle, vanishing.

[Mike_the_Mystic]

Angels, Lukica's Current Location

The Mercurim Officer descended to the Goddess known as Lukica and bowed low.

"We have been charged with serving as your messengers and warriors mistress, by the father of all angels, Valkir the Just. What are your orders, mistress?"

The other Mercurim, fourty-nine in all, kneeled before their mistress, waiting for her command.