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2010-11-15, 04:09 PM (ISO 8601)
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Edistris Estra- Pyrokus
Edistris steps off his throne and stands up, the image of him sitting breifly lingering for a moment longer than is natural. "No need for modesty. You scoff at, and deny the creations of your fellow gods. How can you assert you respect the prowess of the other powers when you see their actions as folly? Are not the mortal races mere extensions of the gods that created them?"
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2010-11-15, 05:41 PM (ISO 8601)
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Mondo, Pyrokus
"You misunderstand my distaste for pride and my compassion for greed. I sense you do not agree with my actions. Why is this?"Quod tibi vis fieri, facias.Spoiler: Links to my content threadsAldhaven - May 27, 2010 and ongoing.
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2010-11-15, 06:22 PM (ISO 8601)
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Sozuchi - the Riverways
Having frolicked in the Riverways while his children flourished, Sozuchi looked out upon the world at large, and found it far too boring. No one was doing anything fun, and the Blessed empire, the dwarves, and the elves were far too docile. It was time to show them how dynamic the weather could be. First though, he would rest. Creating five races had tired him for now. For countless eons in the Riverways, Sozuchi rested, biding his time. He had his siblings go forth into the world and whisper in people's ears as they dreamed. Dreams of wind, water, ice, lightning, and noise. Few payed attention to those dreams, but those who did would soon come to be heralded as prophets. For now, though, things were calm.
A Storm is ComingMuch thanks to Ceika for the poketar!
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2010-11-15, 07:00 PM (ISO 8601)
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<I am at peace, i am unmoving. wait... my thoughts, they move. i am not stasis. who am i? who is me? i..feel a presence. i hear his thoughts, his voice>
<He called my name, i am... IMMORTAS>
Inverted World
a golden skeleton materializes in front of The Opposer.
<I see your wish, you want me to oppose this new God, Josiah. It shall be done, my creations shall fight death as his promotes it, my creations shall defend Cowards as his fight them. Goodbye Creator of Opposition, may the world continue to be reflected>
Immortas disappears from The Opposers sight.
He appears briefly in various Planes before disappearing again, after visiting most of the planes he realizes none of them have Stasis. He creates a Plane that embodies that and settles down in it to contemplate his next move.
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Spoiler9AP: 12-3 Create Plane (Fileun)Last edited by DragonOfUndeath; 2010-11-15 at 11:50 PM.
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2010-11-15, 07:06 PM (ISO 8601)
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Edistris Estras, Pyrokus
"I want to see for myself what the mortals are truly capable of. The current situation for them is meaningless, chained by their creators, denied the means with which to grow. I believe judging the inhabitants of the world right now is acting hasty. Only with power can a creature's true character be tested."
He pulled a single black feather out, holding it in his left hand. "Without fire, they may as well be destroyed here and now, before their dreams take them to this place, and trust me, they will."
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2010-11-15, 08:04 PM (ISO 8601)
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Blessed Empire
Nerra were relatively known around the blessed empire, not by that name, not by any particular name other than the obvious description, as the mirror people.
It likely came as a surprise, when a delegation of the mirror people appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, before the palace of the Empress herself, without their usual guises, and sporting guards wearing odd, mirrored armor, in addition to their usual shining weapons.
At the helm of this delegation was a nerra in a black robe with a red underline, and no weapons visible on his person, and this individual adressed the empty space before him, expecting Teikoku to be listening.
"Greetings, empress of humanity, I am Val'Amun, here in the name of the Nerra, and of Hal'Xaazar."
SpoilerMythic Power: Raise Mortal Hero: Val'Amun, the Instigator.
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2010-11-15, 08:13 PM (ISO 8601)
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The Waterfall Palace, The Twilight Jungle
Quarland looked upon his servant Alek as he set forth his armies and decided he had done enough for now with his people. He turned his mask to the cosmos, where his fellow divine lay.
And he saw, in the great Riverways, the god Sozuchi. Quarland had met few gods, and one of the powerful original gods seemed a good start for his introductions. He was also curious as to how these dreams he saw Sozuchi sending out would work.
Calling upon his divine power, he went to the Riverways, and came before Sozuchi. "Greetings." he called to the older god. "I am Quarland, God of Revelry and the Forsaken."
SpoilerI'm guessing announcing oneself as the God of Betrayal would be inadvisable."
Alek'en'quios, Aura
Alek, imbued with the divine power of Quarland, set out to unite the Houses into a functioning nations. House En'Quios was of middling size. It was the nineteenth highest power among the Forsaken, far below the armies of the truly Great Houses.
But Alek's tactics combined with his divine power and the religious fervor of his troops, following the champion of their god, could not be denied. Alek's troops conquered four smaller and similar sized houses, integrating the remaining nobles and commoners into their ranks, increasing their troops to over 75,000. Despite this, they sat only at fourteenth.
So it was meet with great surprise when House Oer'Euyri learned that a House with an army only two-thirds the size of theirs was preparing for war against them. They set out for battle, laughing at the foolishness the supposed Chosen of Quarland had shown. Only to be thoroughly routed, and sent fleeing into the sunset. Escaping far away, House Oer'Euyri survived with less than 25,000 troops to their name.
No House could believe it. They called it a fluke when Oer'Euyri was routed. They said "Coincidence!" when the House Tri'Troy'I fell. They called "Impossible!" when House Mez'Uruyani, the most powerful House fell.
Whether they believed it true or not, the Houses were forced to accept that this upstart House of En'Quios was the singular most powerful House in existence. Secret meetings were held. Information was gathered, collaborated, and confirmed. In dark back rooms in House fortresses and House-independent cities, pacts were signed. And from this rose a great Coalition of Houses, to check the rising power of En'Quios.Last edited by apocalypsePast2; 2010-11-15 at 08:45 PM.
Four Gods wait on the windowsill
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?
Now three Gods sit on the windowsill,
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
Black tounges lap at the spreading pool,
To build the strength they need to rule.
- The Quartet For The Dusk Of Man, Tycho Ephemerous Brahe
Call me Apoc.
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2010-11-15, 08:27 PM (ISO 8601)
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Sozuchi - the Riverways
Sozuchi gives a mock salute with his tail, and responds in kind, albeit satirically. "Hello there. I am Sozuchi, the god of all things not-boring, master of all things flowing and obviously the Most Important Being, for things would be boring without me."
Unable to keep from laughing at his own pretension, Sozuchi breaks into laughter for a moment before regaining his composure. "I am sorry for the humor, but I find titles to be silly things. If we are worshiped, the I guess we are gods, but titles are a thing for those who feel insecure based on their merits alone, no offense intended. I'm sure you merely meant it as a descriptor, but I refrain from them as a personal choice. Anyways, I'm sure you did not come here merely to introduce yourself, Q. What draws you to the Riverways?"Much thanks to Ceika for the poketar!
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2010-11-15, 08:50 PM (ISO 8601)
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Quarland, The Riverways
Quarland is put at ease by this god's laughing manner and attitude. He decides he likes this god.
To Sozuchi's question, he replies," Actually, I kind of was just here to introduce myself. Just going on a round through all the divinities i haven't met. Which is, well, everyone, besides Sora." His lips curl back in a sneer as he remembers that meeting. " Anyway, you're only the second other god I've met, but you're already my favorite. I just wanted to know what's with that storm your brewing up, sending the mortals dreams and such. I won't interfere, of course, whatever it is, I hope it'll make my elves stronger."Last edited by apocalypsePast2; 2010-11-15 at 08:51 PM.
Four Gods wait on the windowsill
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?
Now three Gods sit on the windowsill,
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
Black tounges lap at the spreading pool,
To build the strength they need to rule.
- The Quartet For The Dusk Of Man, Tycho Ephemerous Brahe
Call me Apoc.
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2010-11-15, 08:56 PM (ISO 8601)
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Terran, Kamigawa
Terran was still busy with his student, going through rigorous training techniques, and now that Shujin had mastered the basics, Terran had moved on to teach the young Human some devastating techniques which included manipulating pressure points on the enemy's body. Finishing with the routine, Terran sits down to cool off.
For Shujin, there wouldn't be any rest yet. Although his skills had improved greatly, Terran insisted that his young student should never let his great power get to his mind, always remembering his humble roots, and thus the god of Earth had bidded his student to sweep the training grounds. As the monk continued his chore, Terran asks
"Shoujin... I have heard whispers. What have your ears picked up from amongst your kind?"
"Whispers, Revered Master... ones of fear about the Rot and Josiah."
"Indeed? And what do you make of these whispers?"
"I cannot tell... for while I have not seen the Rot with my own eyes, I did witness the birth of Josiah by your own will, Revered Master, and I trust in your judgement that if the Rot was as terrible as the whispers claim, then you would have acted in your own way."
"You speak the truth, yet your kind still fears what needs not be feared... and so I ask... who spread these whispers?"
"Revered Master, I cannot explain it... its as if I go to sleep comforted, and wake up in fear about what may happen."
"So you say that these whispers come in your sleep Shoujin?"
"I cannot tell Revered Master... I can only tell what I feel..."
"It matters not Shoujin... I may know of someone who can help us get to the bottom of this..."
With that Terran gets up. However, as Shoujin continues to sweep, the dust that was kicked up from the broom enters the Earth god's nostrils. For a few moments, Terran starts to squint, followed by making some funny faces
"Ah.....ah.... ah.... AHHH.... AHHHH.... CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Terran lets out a monstrous sneeze, its pure power, levelling several houses in it's direct blast-wave. Such is the strength of Terran, who goes over to see the damage done, as the dust begins to settle."Do not anger a bard...for you are silly, and would make for a funny song."
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2010-11-15, 09:01 PM (ISO 8601)
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Inverted World
Hal'Xaazar's faceless visage did not shift as his creation came to life and went on to walk the planes, but he did turn his back on that position, and raise his hand, five silvery blobs rising from his open hand and stretching into flat screens, upon which the images of Terran, Teikoku, Mondo, the Sun and Shujin. And he focuses on Mondo and the Sun
"Fire was taken from the world before mortals could acquaint themselves to it... Such potential prevented, it cannot be."
Then a sixth screen, showing Seelia.
"And now, your daugher bears the mantle of mindless life, so dependant on a gift you have partially denied."
Hal'Xaazar uncerimoniously shatters the mirrors of Seelia and the Sun, while casting the image of Mondo on the water at his feet, where the silver disk spreads on the surface, as the Opposer turns to Shujin, Terran and Teikoku.
"You seek to regain fire... But for what reasons? All the wrong ones, it is not needed after all, they never knew it, they do not truly miss it... But there are your spirits, of course. Still."
The three images float up behind Hal'Xaazar, even as the silvery pool before him rises into a statue of Mondo's monstrous form, and Hal'Xaazar's dexterous fingers stretch into fluid stalks with which he sculpts the image into a figure completely unlike that of the primal Fire God.
"You will show them how important fire is to the world... To all of them, including to the fire god who shall be your enemy, you will give them the direst of seasons, Saeric."
SpoilerCue, Solipsism.Last edited by Draken; 2010-11-15 at 09:09 PM.
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2010-11-15, 09:09 PM (ISO 8601)
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Sozuchi - the Riverways
"Oh, by all means interfere. My purpose is to make the world more exciting. The more hands in the pie, the more chance for excitement. These storms I am brewing, well, they are simply my next experiment. I want to see what happens when something not necessarily friendly happens to the mortals that they have no control over. Strength is bred through challenge, and these storms will definitely be most challenging."
The serpentine face contorts into an expression that is at first unrecognizable, then subtle details form, revealing a mischevious grin on a face that shouldn't be able to do so. "Wanna help?"Much thanks to Ceika for the poketar!
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2010-11-15, 09:37 PM (ISO 8601)
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Akhat -- Kamigawa
But the dust did not settle to the ground. As it fell, it fell around... something, outlining a shape, vaguely humanoid, but shifting beneath. Slowly, the dust began to circulate, revolving around the shape, as if some phantom wind were blowing on it. As the wind blew, so it began to change shape, until the shape mirrored that of Terran. It whirled for moments, endless moments, in such a shape, then changed again, growing into a six limbed creature, standing on four, with two outstretched. From somewhere within the cloud, there came a hoarse rumble.
"Akhat stands before you."
One limb reached out, growing some sort of smaller appendages, that flexed and moved, then vanished back into the cloud. Another rumble, quieter this time.
"And who do I have to thank for this form? You, strange creature?"
The limb gestured at Terran.
"Your form is different, the same material, but... different. Worse?"Last edited by Rainshine; 2010-11-15 at 09:40 PM.
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2010-11-15, 09:40 PM (ISO 8601)
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Mondo, Pyrokus
"You speak in meaningless conjecture as if it were fact.
Whatever is has already been,
and what will be has been before;
and the elder gods will call the past to account.
As for mortals, the gods test them so that they may see that they are like the animals. Surely the fate of mortal beings is like that of the animals; the same fate awaits them both: As one dies, so dies the other. All have the same breath; mortals have no advantage over animals. Everything is meaningless. All go to the same place; all come from dust, and to dust all return."Quod tibi vis fieri, facias.Spoiler: Links to my content threadsAldhaven - May 27, 2010 and ongoing.
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2010-11-15, 09:43 PM (ISO 8601)
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Terran, Kamigawa
Shoujin simply points at the direction of his master, who at that moment was scratching his bald head at the destruction he had unwittingly caused.
"I guess that would be the one who will also have to clean this mess."
Looking at Akhat from top to bottom, Terran introduces himself
"I am Terran, the Immovable Mountain... and it seems that as I have unwittingly caused your existence, I have a certain measure of responsibility towards you... so tell me Akhat who stands before me... what manner of creature may you be?"Last edited by Shmee; 2010-11-15 at 09:46 PM.
"Do not anger a bard...for you are silly, and would make for a funny song."
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2010-11-15, 09:59 PM (ISO 8601)
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Edistris Estras-Pyrokus
"Your words ring true, for now. I wonder if the mortals will stay satisfied with that truth, or if they will make their own vision of themselves. I wonder whether or not they will live up to such a vision."
He glanced briefly at Seelia. "[COLOR="teal"]Your offspring should visit me once our places in the universe are settled. However, for now I feel it is time I exerted my will elsewhere. It is only decent that I let you have the last word on the matter though."
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2010-11-15, 10:00 PM (ISO 8601)
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Akhat -- Kamigawa
The creature shifted again, growing up, up, almost seven feet tall, two limbs fading as the swirling began to diminish. Slowly, legs and feet formed, arms and hands, and lastly, the beginnings of a face, with mouth, slit nose, and ears. Then, with a puff of air, the dust... vanished? There was a solid figure standing, skin a dark gold, head pointed at Terran, made all the more incongruous by the complete lack of any visible eyes.
"A mountain? Mountains are made orf rock. I am not rock, but I am."
The head tilted up, considering.
"Sand! I am a creature of sand. A mountain stands firm, but sand blows where it will, scourging flesh, and making clean..."
Tilting back down at Terran, the fingers flexed in and out on the arms, that seemed to be growing just a little.
"Thanks you, Terran, for bringing me to be."
The hands clapped together, suddenly, soundlessly. As they parted, a flood of sand began to pour down around Akhat's feet. It continued until it reached his knees, then stopped. The head looked down, mouth twisting, and his wrist flicked. The sand went airborne in a sudden, twisting sandstorm, ascending in a column until it vanished from sight.
"I see... Interesting."
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2010-11-15, 10:01 PM (ISO 8601)
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Teikoku, Audience Chamber, The Imperial Palace
"Welcome, ambassador of the Inverted World."
Teikoku enters the room mere seconds after Val'Amun speaks his introduction, trailing three rather formidable individuals with whom she had obviously just been conversing. She remains silent as she takes a position in front of her own throne, turning to address the visitors rather than seating herself.
"I must ask your purpose here, however. The existence of your people has long been known, but you have rarely acted so openly as this. Always you have hidden behind a multitude of deceptions, and I do not pretend to assume you have stopped doing so. So you will forgive me if I am... less than trusting of you."
The goddess then falls silent, clearly awaiting an answer. Her companions are clearly appraising the Nerra - the girl attired in the robes of the Order of Air with curiosity, and woman in the blues of Water with caution... and the wizened old man with the unsettling gaze of one who knows entirely too much.Lovely Rita Mordio avatar by Zefir! Thank you!
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2010-11-15, 10:27 PM (ISO 8601)
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Quarland smiles evilly, " Oh, yes please."
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Four Gods wait on the windowsill
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?
Now three Gods sit on the windowsill,
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
Black tounges lap at the spreading pool,
To build the strength they need to rule.
- The Quartet For The Dusk Of Man, Tycho Ephemerous Brahe
Call me Apoc.
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2010-11-15, 10:41 PM (ISO 8601)
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Quod tibi vis fieri, facias.Spoiler: Links to my content threadsAldhaven - May 27, 2010 and ongoing.
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2010-11-15, 10:44 PM (ISO 8601)
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Val'Amun, Audience Chamber, The Imperial Palace
Val'Amun might have smiled, if he had a mouth to do so.
"Of course, I ask you to understand that we are not nearly as centralized as you are, great Empress."
Val'Amun raises his hands, and above him appears an image of the material world and the inverted world, a magnificent illusion, reduced to scale.
"The Inverted World is as vast as this material world, but we Nerra are numerous and not unified amongst its many lands, not like you. I do not represent our race as a whole, but those of us who live here..."
The image begins to dissipate until only the Blessed Isle and its mirror match remain.
"In the lands that match your own. Not all of the nerra among you are ours, many are mere travelers, interested in your culture, but mindful of their secrecy, others are, however, our scouts, to see if it would be good to trade with your people."
He lowers his arms, joining his hands under his sleeves, and the last of the illusion dissipates.
"Wariness is to be expected, but we would like to lift this veil of mistrust with a gift..."
Two members of the comitive move forward, pulling a pedestal bearing an ornate armor, made of similar material as that worn by the guards of the comitive, but crafted like those worn by the prestigious commanders of the Blessed Empire, alongside it is a daisho of the same reflective material.
"We have noticed that you rely mainly on wood, leather and stone, along with what rare silver you can find. This is glassteel, it is strong and durable, and easy to acquire, in our world, although harder to locate in this one. And one of the many things we can offer, should the hand of friendship be extended."
The two members of the comitive pull the pedestal further forward, as much as they are allowed to, before making their way back to the center of the comitive.
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2010-11-15, 10:56 PM (ISO 8601)
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Sozuchi - the Riverways
The great river serpent's eyes lit up with mischief at this. "Ooh, this should prove most fun! All I ask of you is that when storm clouds break out over the world, add your own twist to them, however you want. Oh, and feel free to tell the other gods you plan on meeting all about my plans. I'd love for this to become a party!"Much thanks to Ceika for the poketar!
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2010-11-15, 11:05 PM (ISO 8601)
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And Lo, There Was A Kali.
"...I have it." Kali remarked, looking over the distant fields. He had spent so long searching, looking for an answer. Years of research, decades of effort, so much time and precious willpower put into uncovering the secret. His body had become faded with age, his mind dulling at the edges. He had been driven forward if only by this singular goal, his body left to atrophy. He had forsaken so much to get to this point, and as he clawed his way across the grassy knoll- one of but a legion- he could only belatedly realize that his legs had, in fact, given out. They had rotted away to some necrosis that had made his body burn with fever, not that he could really care so far into this malnutrition delirium.
The Goddess had sought to punish his flesh, to hinder his spirit through such mortal things as disease and famine and drought! Even as his arms revolted crawling up the hill any further, the starlit sky seemed to beckon him closer. Finally dragging himself atop the grassy knoll, he turned himself upon his back, at last deigning to stare into the heavens.
Teikoku be damned for her petty diseases and interruptions.
And whatever other Gods sought to interrupt his search for this question's answer. An answer he now knew.
"I know now, I know so clearly." He rattled out, even as his physical shell died.
"What makes a God?"
And his divine one was formed. Not by intended hands, or by some purposeful rhyme or reason, but a sheer necessity of the laws of nature. The laws of the world so freshly born from the fires of creation. So much power, expelled so furiously upon the soil, was designed to have an equal and opposite reaction. In producing so much, something else must be made, divine energy cannot be so easily configured into matter without some process- some consumption along the line.
And Kali had been wrought of that consumption, logic and reasoning having served as a beacon for those stray, ethereal motes- so much contributed by the hand of Teikoku, and yet so much more contributed by others. The world below him was blindingly complex, even as he stared down upon it from the ethereal realm.
Kali looked at his body for quite some time, his new form- his divine form- no longer needing sleep nor food nor drink. His body seethed with the very essence of what it meant to be a god, and as he looked upon this world the First had shaped? He found that it was, indeed, a grand construct. Things he had never grasped in his mortal life, from the base components of the Human form to the various compositions of minerals that made up the soil, now burned so clearly in his mind. Atrophy was his foe for all eternity, but he now was a living, divine torch with which to burn it all away!
But mankind was a weak creature. Prone to violence. Fear. Though they formed kingdoms, they sought unity rather than thought. They had vestigial organs that simply served no purpose. They had the spark of creativity, yes, but it did not burn within them as it did within Kali!
And it was thus that Kali made a new species, shearing the husk of his former flesh and drawing from his divine energies a creature that would be so much more than man would ever be. It would not have need for uselessly long limbs, or vestigial organs to simply make it look pretty. It would be a creature of unbridled inspiration and thought, and Kali would burn into its very genes the concept of thought.
And so, with suitable theatrics upon the grassy fields, the first Gnomes were born. Wretchedly small things, they were not made by whatever standards of attractiveness that existing mortals abide by. Rather, while Kali had made it so they could reproduce- and reproduce frequently when the need arose- he had given them slightly larger, and much more active, brains.
Of course, being relatively inexperienced at this sort of thing, the first Gnomes Kali made had ended up using too much of their brain, and promptly forgot how to breathe whilst embracing unparalleled levels of brain activity.
The second batch of Gnomes, while designed with automatic actions like breathing and knowing how to move their fairly small limbs, were more in-line with what Kali had envisioned. However, he had made them a bit too creative rather than intelligent, and they had promptly degenerated into a free-for-all of vicious hands-on bloodletting when they realized that the Gnome next to them didn't taste half bad.
And so this went on, Kali constantly having to revise his concept of just what his grand race would be. Though the resulting catastrophes to what he would find an acceptable creature (for the meantime) would have been hilarious to most others, the progenitor of Knowledge was a bit more reserved than laughing at the blood-soaked hill.
When he finally was satisfied, at least enough that the Gnomes did not kill themselves, each other, or take a good stab at killing the soil they stood upon in the name of curiosity, Kali had decided it high time to let his people free.
Free to inhabit a new home. Which, of course, he would have to build. Though his powers were barely touched, he felt no small amount of irritation at this point at just how difficult it had been to get a single primitive species working in a fashion that didn't end with total extinction in just a few moments. Even with this latest incarnation, they were already trying to discover their limitations (Mostly by having one beat up the other as the rest watched, until 'the other' in that situation stopped breathing and started smelling).
Still, what was done, was done- Kali had made the Gnomes just as he had wanted, creatures driven by motivation. Even if their beginning was laced with such odd activities as bashing one another over the head, he had a feeling that they would work out in the end. If not? He'd just start from scratch. Again.
Exerting his divine will once more, the godling lanced the soil before the milling Gnomes with a beacon of pure energy. Where other gods had sought to make massive continents, spread out so far and so wide, he looked upwards, towards the heavens that had once been so tempting to him- but were now so very, very well understood.
And he forged from the soil so skewered something grand, isolated, yet so very grand. Layers of meta and soil were yanked upwards, divine energy coruscating up and down the length of the structure. Built by what he had witnessed within the Blessed Empire, he designed it with grand scope in mind. There, there were the massive balconies, jutting forth on equally massive plateaus! There crops would be grown on the mineral-rich soil, so much being shaped and sculpted from what had already been put there. There! So large an area, so rich in resources, was consolidated. Metals were dispersed below this forming structure, the soil rebelling as something new- something grand was being forged by divine influence. Just as gods had made mountains, so- too- was Kali now creating a new home for his people. The size of its cavernous halls could accommodate things countless times larger than the Gnomes that they were meant for, massive spaces of seeming emptiness built within, darkness stretching well beyond what the eye might see.
And yet, for all its grandeur, the tower was not some ultimate product. Just as its interior was so empty, the metals and gemstones and gold beneath its stone and earthen cellars left untapped, so- too- was the deity's thirst for knowledge unfulfilled. It would be the task of his Gnomes to take this grand structure, with its immense bulwarks of earth and stone, with its veins that ran hot with now-cooling magma and the diverted rivers that even now bled water into its lowest levels, and make it into their home. He gave them what knowledge he had ascended with, the basic tools with which to begin making a true home.
And then, he sat back and waited. How the Gnomes progressed from here would be interesting. A learning experience.
SpoilerCreate Life- Gnomes. 1 AP
Create Society: The Citadel. Free due to Organized.
Landshape: The Citadel. ~10,000 sq miles of a mean, lean, shaped tower. 1 AP
Lead Populace: Agriculture invented. Free due to Leader of Men.
Lead Populace: Tool making introduced. 1 AP
Lead Populace: Writing introduced. 1 AP
Lead Populace: Engineering introduced. 1 AP
Lead Populace: Basic chemistry/alchemy introduced. 1 AP.
Total AP left: 8 AP
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2010-11-15, 11:48 PM (ISO 8601)
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a reverberation through the Planes snapped Immortas out of his meditation. He sent himself through the Planes to the source of the disturbance and noticed a godling creating a bunch of short utilitarian race, he watched soundlessly from a distance as they died, recreated and died again. after some time of this Immortis noticed they were improving, they weren't senselessly killing each other or dying from flaws in their anatomy. eventually the godling (Kali his mind informed) found a form suitable and created a giant tower as their home. Immortas appeared next to Kali, his laughing skull face as blank as ever and his golden body still in the kneeling position he was created in. he spoke.
<Welcome to our circle Kali, were you planning on meeting the other Gods before changing more things?>call me Dragon
I have left this site for a while. I probablt wont be coming back.
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2010-11-16, 12:06 AM (ISO 8601)
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Teikoku, Audience Hall, The Imperial Palace
The nerra's brief description of the state of the inverted world was more or less what she had expected from her research into them. They were a fractured mirror, and just as the world lacked unity, so did they. But broken glass was just as deadly as is was when whole.
"Your gifts are fine, and I thank you for them. But one does not build trade on gifts. Nor do trinkets, however fine, relive you of the veil of suspicion. What do you wish from our lands, that you would trade this glassteel for? Why do you approach us now, when for so long you worked to remain hidden?"
Meanwhile, Teikoku was making careful mental note of the being who had decided that her Isle would make a fine place for a divine construction project. The essence felt familiar, like that of her humans... she looked forward with curiosity to meeting it. But for the moment, her attention remained fixed on the Nerra.Lovely Rita Mordio avatar by Zefir! Thank you!
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2010-11-16, 12:25 AM (ISO 8601)
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Alek, Aura, House Rez'phauroo Fortress
Alek cleaved a diagonal slash through the Rez soldier with his bone sword. Two more came charging at him, one from his left, one from behind. He rolled sideways, catching the one behind with a one-handed stab and backstabbing the surprised other one with his dagger. Looking around, he realized there were no more around him. He focused his thoughts, sensing many life forces in the heavily barricaded great hall before him. He approached the door. An arrow shot at him from one of the towers of the fortress. He spun, caught the arrow, and hurled it back. The archer fell.
Alek cocked his ear for the sounds of battle coming throughout the mammoth stone structure. They were dying down now, as the remaining defenders fled into the jungle or surrendered.
Concentrating on the hall in front of him, he focused his reserves of divine power into a blast, demolishing the centuries old stone barriers and the wards. He calmly strode through the dust.
Movement. Two Rez charged him directly. He sidestepped, blocked, and shoved one of them into the other. They both stumbled, and he impaled both. More shapes approached him. Leaving his sword, he threw his obsidian dagger at one, braining him. Five more rushed him, two circled.
Using his bare hands, he grabbed one's sword arm, and wrenched him into the path of another's downward slash. His blade bit into him with a sickening squelch. He sidestepped a stab, and punched the attacker in the chest. It collapsed inward. A pistol crossbow was fired at him. He ducked, pulled him dagger from the head of a dead Rez, and threw it.
From the darkness, a creaking sound came. With thunderous steps, a fiftenn foot obsidian golem approached. It's razor sharp edges shined. Alek backed up warily, then grabbed the arm of an attempted backstabber, and threw him at the golem. His body was cut in half. The golem put on a sudden burst of speed, closing the distance. Alek ducked the first swipe, but cut his arm on the golems knee. He dived through the golem's legs, cutting his stomach. The golem started to laborously turn. Alek didn't give him the chance, picking him up, despite the deep cuts he received. Alek flexed his muscles and power, throwing the golem at a group of soldiers, who sat watching warily. It tore through them, and shattered against a wall. A Rez cleric started to cast, but another stopped him.
An aged Rez noble stepped out. "We surrender.", he said, showing no shame. " We cannot defeat you. You truly are the chosen of Quarland." The cleric kneeled. As did the remaining troops. And so did what seemed to be the entirety of the House's nobility, standing behind their leader.
"You are now servants of the House of En'Quios," recited Alek, as he had so many times before. " You will assist us in establishing a nation for the Forsaken, as per the Holy Mandate given to me by the Masked Lord, Quarland the Dark. Do you comply?" As if he didn't know the answer.
"Yes.", the cleric responded. " Long live our monarch, Alek the Great."Four Gods wait on the windowsill
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?
Now three Gods sit on the windowsill,
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
Black tounges lap at the spreading pool,
To build the strength they need to rule.
- The Quartet For The Dusk Of Man, Tycho Ephemerous Brahe
Call me Apoc.
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2010-11-16, 12:40 AM (ISO 8601)
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Belos, Pyrokus
The adamantine and mithril inevitable gave a single flex, and from two compartments sprang the previously seen cudgel and club. These two weapons were crafted from the same adamantine that Belos was composed from, and had somewhat intricate gold filigree tracing a pattern of fire across their black surface. Belos let forth a brief click of gears as he deftly turned to the side and demonstrated numerous different strokes of each.
"The cudgel surpasses the club in durability and striking power, since it is wrapped with brands of metal. In some cases these bands of metal had knobs upon the end to enhance the ability to bend the armor of an opponent. A club only surpasses the cudgel in availability and stealth. The former because any improved weapon has the possibility of being used with the same attack patterns as a club. The latter because a club is not as obviously defined as a weapon."
"Rest assured that I am capable of creating a cudgel or club to any specification that you desire, provided that you sign numerous documents binding you from preventing such a weapon from being utilized by anyone but yourself or your direct representatives. Further details may be provided upon request. I am capable of crafting a bludgeoning weapon that can shatter the earth with a single stroke, hammer the soul of your opponent out of their own body, or punch a hole through reality itself. Do you wish to sign?"Last edited by Seramus; 2010-11-16 at 12:41 AM.
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2010-11-16, 12:54 AM (ISO 8601)
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Immortas: The Void
the creation of the 'gnomes' by the godling Kali intrigued Immortas, as he was talking to the godling he sent a sliver of thought through the world and took a closer look at the beings inhabiting it.
He saw the humans, the Blessed, the war-torn Forsaken and lastly the dwarves, these dwarves bore a striking resemblance to both gnomes and humans as if they were a kind of missing link.
Curious he snatched a few from the Material Plane and deposited them in the empty Plane of Stasis (Fileun).
Immortas: Fileun
he watched them amusedly as they struggled to run until they collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.
inside their bodies he saw Decay and Entropy eating away at them, they needed to take things in and out of their body to survive and eventually they would succumb to the disease his father had spread through the world. seeing the Death his mirror Josiah proclaimed nearly unbalanced the order of his thought. Immortas decided to remove this Entropy from the dwarves as proof it was not needed, that Josiah was wrong to proclaim it as inevitable.
his thought picked the dwarves up again but this time started to change them, to warp them into Stasis, he removed the need for food, water and waste but as he was inexperienced at Creation he knew the things needed Blood to fuel movement and brain function, cursing his inexperience he replaced the organs now not needed with the other organs needed to live, he sharpened their teeth sharper than any wood, rock or stone ever made, he elevated their brains copying the process he had stolen from Kali's thoughts, he made their brain emit a pulse designed to make the hearer look upon the creature as if it was the most beautiful thing in the world, their reflexes no longer bound by the speed of electricity rocketed up several orders as the spinal cord was removed.
After a long time had passed he was finished, the vampires (as he called them) were fast, agile and fanged, their brains worked faster than all but the gnomes and their eyesight worked far better than the best elf, their fangs dripped poison that would turn any creature bitten into a vampire in a matter of hours.
their only weakness was one discovered after he had finished; the Curse the dwarves labored under still affected the vampires, albeit only slightly, they could withstand the Sun for several hours but must retreat into darkness to recover.
Next he needed a place to put the vampires he had created. his eyes fell on the Blessed Isle, his thoughts remembered the Inverted World an idea popped into his head, near the Blessed Isle he rose from the fog a flat Plain so barren that nothing lived, no trees dotted the landscape, no birds squawked incessantly, no Human built so much as a hut to protect from a non-existent wind. all was still, peaceful, stable.
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Spoiler9-5=4AP: Create Life (Vampire) (offset by Progenitor)
Create Land (Barren Plains) (SR3)
GP: 8/12Last edited by DragonOfUndeath; 2010-11-16 at 03:52 AM.
call me Dragon
I have left this site for a while. I probablt wont be coming back.
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2010-11-16, 01:40 AM (ISO 8601)
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Sora, the Void.
Sora made many plans for the future and often dreamed of many races that he could father. To him the creation of life was like art. He could breed two species together and father a new race that might have a mix of the strengths and frailties of both. Sora learned that specific breeding would generate rather specific results, and certain qualities could be intentionally bred with those of similar quality and create a product that was even stronger than the original. This would all come in time, but first Sora needed a place to ensure that that his children would grow strong. It took many centuries before he became certain of his destination.
Sora-as-Avatar, the World.
Understanding the motives of his true form, the avatar of Sora went amongst his children and held many contests to determine their true worth. The contests were varied in nature, but the winner was always chosen by Sora to be the parent of a new generation of children. For decades these challenges were held, and while the exact details of the contests changed from year to year they never wavered in nature.
The first contest was one of sheer might, for Sora required his children to be strong of body. Such contests often involved the lifting of increasingly impressive rocks, bending objects that were nearly impossible to bend, or wrestling a mighty beast to a standstill so others could kill it and eat it.
The second contest was one of sheer endurance, for Sora required his children to be strong of heart. Such contests involved standing out in the freezing cold, enduring the string of countless insects, or submerging themselves in the waters of the Water World until they would pass out.
The third contest was one of sheer intellect, for Sora required his children to be strong of mind. Such contests involved reciting the oral traditions of his people from start to finish, detailing all the animals of the world, or watching the skies for the subtle changes of weather that were beginning to manifest.
The third contest was one of sheer passion, for Sora required his children to be strong of spirit. Such contests involved naming grand goals and then striving to accomplish them within the span of a week, writing epic ballads of poetry that expressed the soul, or empower themselves with boundless rage against a worthy opponent.
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2010-11-16, 01:45 AM (ISO 8601)
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Saeric and Hal'Xazzer - The Inverted World
Stepping out of the mirror, Saeric was truly born. His first breath fogged and fell, the voice that followed seemed just as heavy. "And so it shall be, He Who Gave Me Form, and so it shall be, but that is only part of it. They seek the chaos of fire, I will show them the order of it's absence. Eventually, they will come to know the beauty of stillness."
Turning as though to leave, a thought struck him and he spoke again. "Others shouldn't know where I come from; the hardships I mean to strike will be harsher that way. While I have no right to impose that on you, nor nothing to offer in return, I do think you'd see the logic behind that. Besides, perhaps this secret would bind us together." Not waiting for a response, he moved on to the void. He couldn't force an outcome on his father. It just didn't matter if he stayed longer.
Saeric - The Void
From his vantage here, he looked down on the material world. Here was where he would do his work, spread his order, prove his truth better than all other. Raising his hand, he decided to start his work on the edge of it, shaping land that was cold and barren. Ice and snow would have covered it, had the world yet known storms, but, for now, an intense chill filled the air. Hardy, durable plants sprung in the slightly lit tundra. Here he made large beasts, mammoths he would call them, great animals that could survive these lands.
Farther from the light, where darkness was near constant, he laid his touch on the world again, this time pulling figures reminiscent of himself from the lifeless rock. For the most part, they looked like men but standing twice as tall and with stone protruding from their skin. Looking at them, knowing his creation well, Saeric felt no pity for them. They could live here, if they took from the mammoths. Reaching to one, he whispered their fates in her ear. "Bind them as a whole, and you can struggle here, daughter, but let them break apart and you will all fall silent."
For years he watched as the young woman he touched grew. A huntress who could take down the great beasts with ease, a mother of three surviving children, and, above all else, a leader. She united the First Clan and searched out the others, brought them all to prosperity and gave their race a name. "Goliath" she called them, meaning "united" in their language. Her they called Thymilgol, or "She who brought us." Strong and ordered, he was proud of his creation.
Taking cold and molding it, he threw it to Thymilgol. Arriving next to her, she felt nothing but a slight breeze as it passed by. Anywhere else, a dense fog would have made it's presence known, but with so little moisture in the air here, it seemed as though nothing was there. Her only other sign for it's existence was when it reached for her.
Touching her arm, she suddenly felt cold like nothing ever, even in the Lightless Mountains. "Be you not afraid," a voice spoke in her head, colder than ice, yet warmer than that she had heard before, "I speak His words. I carry His favor and His accursed blessing. As of now, you are the only one the Frozen Lord has deemed worthy to hear me, but, eventually, all who live will know who We are. Call me Winter's Breath, but know that's not your Father's name. I speak it once and only once, so remember it well. He is Saeric."
With that the chill left her, and so did the attention of her patron. Saeric hadn't lived for long, though he had sprung from that mirror with purpose in his mind, and he honestly knew nothing of divine politics. For now, he sat in the Void, waiting. Surely someone would come around to meet the new god, someone he could get information from.
SpoilerAP 7 = 12-5 Create Terrain - Test of Courage (mildly crescent shaped with the outside edge reaching into the lighted area of the world, but the ends reaching out from it. It becomes more and more mountainous as you leave the light.)
AP 7 = 7-0 Create Life (Free from Progenitor) - Mammoth
AP 6 = 7-1 Create Life - Goliaths
AP 5 = 6-1 Create Society - The Clansmeet
AP 4 = 5-1 Raise Hero - Thymilgol
AP 2 = 4-2 Create Avatar - Winter's Breath
GP = 10/12"Ah, character counts, always standing in my overly-worded way." - Pyrrhic Solipsism