Lords of Creation: History of The Usurpers IC

[AgentIndy]

Pioneer guided Jirgoth,"Our laboratories..." He opened up a module containing nine Vanguards, all researching different types of metals. They were also constructing a new Vanguard, using new techniques to expedite to process. "If you could produce a cure...Then we could mass produce it. It would not be difficult."

Oxonj took the Amulet, and gave it to Premier, who then started mass producing the object within hours of getting it.

[Moonwolf727]

A look into the mind of The Eternal Serpent, Leviathan

URGH. Mermaids. They were loud and annoying and had claws that, while unable to pierce them, scratched up his scales. And teeth that made them really hard to get rid of because they always got stuck. If the Leviathan didn't already know their name he would call them Scratchy-Bitey-Meany-Evil-Loud-Fish-Ladies. But he did know their names and besides, that was far too long.

Still though, even if they couldn't hurt him the sound they made really did irritate his.......Ears? Did he have ears? Certainly not big ones like Smoky-Sea-God-Crux but he could still hear things so he must have them right? Or maybe he was just that great. Yeah, that was it. He was so amazing he could hear without ears that must be the answer.

[Space Lawyer]

Syimi

Syimi appears beside Helkavara. "Oh, Beautiful One, why have you done such a thing? Why do you feel the need to pervert the beauty created by those who are like us?

[Tegu8788]

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Pioneer guided Jirgoth,"Our laboratories..." He opened up a module containing nine Vanguards, all researching different types of metals. They were also constructing a new Vanguard, using new techniques to expedite to process. "If you could produce a cure...Then we could mass produce it. It would not be difficult."

Oxonj took the Amulet, and gave it to Premier, who then started mass producing the object within hours of getting it.

As the hordes swarmed towards the floating fortress, Jirgoth stood in awe of the glorious devices before him. Doctors and engineers found him, and soon provided diagrams and samples of the sickness that afflicted the people to Pioneer. Able to grasp the basics of what the devices do, the best and brightest watch in wonder as small portable devices are crafted, able to be worn around the neck, that can emit light like the sun.

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A look into the mind of The Eternal Serpent, Leviathan

URGH. Mermaids. They were loud and annoying, they had claws that, while unable to pierce it, scratched up his scales and teeth that made them really hard to get rid of. If the Leviathan didn't already know their name he would call them Scratchy-Bitey-Meany-Evil-Loud-Fish-Ladies. But he did know their names and besides, that was far too long. Still though, even if they couldn't hurt him the sound they made really did irritate his.......Ears? Did he have ears? Certainly not big ones like Smoky-Sea-God-Crux but he could still hear things so he must have them right? Or maybe he was just that great. Yeah, that was it, he was so amazing he could hear without ears that must be the answer, he concluded.

Hearing the thoughts of the giant but simple creature below the sea, dozens of feathered serpents plunge from the skies, filling their huge jaws with sea water and mermaids. <You are not alone, great one, you have friends in the sky above.>

[Mynxae]

Kingdoms of the West

King Kyth'ra sat atop his horse, promoting friendship and happiness through his kingdom as he was struck by a most powerful urge and the dark voice of Kiet'ba haunted him. "Must have sacrifices! You must, yessss!" hissed the evil voice in his ear as Kyth'ra's hands opened wide as they glowed with a dark magic as a follower of each race across the world was sacrificed unintentionally by Kyth'ra.

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Start AP: 2.

Curse AP1: Kyth'ra is cursed to take the life of one of each race (of that there are many of them i.e. If there was a race of which there is only one, it will not be slain) every day to satisfy his dark sacrificial side.

End AP: 1.

[AgentIndy]

Pioneer looked over the things that were being brought in, and input them into Metrople,"We can synthesize more of this plague...Shipments of the sun amulets will start immediately. We offer our facilities to your scientists."

[Elemental]

At the edge of the sky, a star remained to watch the world below, a cold star with a calculating mind. It would stake out its dominion, but where would be best? Events moved too quickly to wait for an opportune time so the star moved from its position and plummeted toward the world with the force of an frozen comet.

And in the Northern Ocean a cataclysmic event occurred, a wave arched up from the impact but it froze solid, forever preserved in ice. A cold wind emanated forth bringing Winter to everywhere. Snow fell for the first time and the temperature dropped as the seas began to freeze and glaciers slowly grew down the side of mountains.
The Winter would last forever.

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Starting AP: 15
Create Land: The Frozen Wastes/Tura-Ashandra; A region of snow and frozen sea ice around the North Pole. The ice here is so thick that it will never melt. Near to the centre is the frozen wave caused by Aeron's impact, it is here where she has her citadel, Ashandra-Tor, a beautiful construction of crystal ice. 2 AP
Scourge: Winter Eternal; Winter has come to all lands and will never end. Snow and ice will be the predominant weather patterns of the world. Note: Aeron can be persuaded to relent. 3 AP

[Zhentarim]

Just as the amulets were placed on every photon, winter began. At that time, Xethos was near the equator, so things weren't so bad. Night came for the first time to Xethos, since it no longer mattered to the photons to keep their continent in the light. Their amulets shone through their prismatic bodies and through Xethos… a lightshow to remember…

Now… to do something about the damn gemstone spiders living in the gemstone roses…

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Depleted of energy, Yanyeeku went to sleep. He will be asleep until he has at least 12 AP.

A photon named Helios will now explore the world, freed by his life-giving amulet.

[Space Lawyer]

Syimi

As the world begins to freeze, Syimi shudders in sympathy with the mortal creatures. They were not created with such a place in mind. Syimi goes to the epicenter of this sudden freeze. (Assuming Aeron is there) "My lovely brethren, possessed of the purity of untrammeled snow, why have you frozen this world?

[HopeHubris]

"Damn them, I ascended to godhood to reign supreme, yet even now I am opposed at every turn, an alliance plots my downfall, a mad god freezes the world, and a rival seeks to conquer my realm, why can they not leave me in peace"
Realising that horrible winters would have an adverse effect on his subjects, he allows the elite of the elite, a few hundred of the highest ranking Fey into the Great Palace, his domain, the one place where he ruled supreme and the one place he could ensure was free of the cold.

[Elemental]

Ashandra-Tor

By the time Syimi had arrived, Aeron had already crafted a regal throne for herself in a grand open air throne room atop the tallest tower of her citadel. Sharp spires of ice rose into the sky around the circular space stabbing into the sky.
She stood up as Syimi entered, her elegant gown of silvery blue silk lightly brushing the ground behind her as she walked toward Syimi.
"Because Winter is here. And through it, the World shall have peace eternal."
Her eyes remained cold and her expression neutral and free from malice.

[Moonwolf727]

Meanwhile, Crux is ice skating on the frozen ocean.

[Zhentarim]

Helios the photon wandered the frozen planet until he came up with an idea: move his master's sun closer to the planet!

He eventually found Ashandra-Tor.

"Hello… who might these being before me be?"

He smiled, but since the elf was prismatic, it was difficult to see.

[mystic1110]

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Baelor seeks out the one known as Margareta, The Charcoal Virgin. "Salutations, flame-kissed beauty. I do not believe we have met..."

The Charcoal Virgin looked upon the flaming lord covered in his armor, and thought of her Husband . . . so sure in his power, in himself, in his manhood, and in his control over her. She motioned with her hand, for she was the mistress of fire and flame was merely fire yet to be. The flame which covered the dark lord, dimmed. The Charcoal Virgin tried to speak, for the first time since her star fell, her throat parched and burned. She spoke, her voice sounded like smoke and acrid acid, she tried to maintain the sweet tremor that she had used in the court of her husband and fellow wives, but found her voice much deeper. Yet it was still sweet. Sweet smoke. Sweet acid. The sound of fire waiting to roar, the waiting silence of the ocean after each wave.

Please ignore my flames, they burn deep. Frightfully deep. How may I help you my star fallen brother?

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Elsewhere a young boy, a merfolk who played underneath the frozen sea, ate a fish, his teeth gnawing on it's scales and through it's bones, the blood falling stale around him. His Mother sat further with her Husband. . . who watched the boy with intense interest. . . a shameful interest that should not be. The Mother, merfolk or not, was a mortal and all mortals were the same - all gods were the same, for all gods were mortal. She pursed her lips. . . knowing, but ashamed, but what should she have done? She loved him, but she loved her son as well. An impossible choice, but from her lips escaped a small prayer.

She had no clue who she prayed to, what God would have wanted to hear? But the Virgin heard. She heard and learned another truth of godhood. For gods could be multiple aspects of themselves at the same time, for they are gods. Thus the Watcher remained to talk with the Iron Tyrant, while the Huntress strode down toward the frozen ocean.

The Ocean parted before her, for she was cursed by her own power, it sizzled and the ice cracked and rose in great torrents of stream. She descended beneath the waves, but it was not a true descent, for she never touched the water. The ocean bubbled and it surrounded her, but she walked downwards in a bubble of steam, the water around boiling hot, towards the sounds of the prayer. A ball of white steam and boiling water... the Huntress aspect of the Virgin, walked, for she could not swim.

The mother's prayer, was answered, too late. The Husband had beat her, the son. . . was crying, holding the dead fish and his mothers leg. But it was answered. For as the Husband looked upon his work, his scales began to melt and fuse together - he tried to look back but the scales of his neck wouldn't turn. The horizon of the steam was close and he began to boil, and scream, as his Wife and Child looked on in thankful horror. Then he was gone. . . engulfed in the steam and then that too was gone.

The mother simply saw a beautiful woman covered in the garbs of the sea, beyond the veil of steam.

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Back with her new iron clad suitor, the Charcoal Virgin, grasped the soul - the soul of a wife beater and a pedophile, she took the red soul, boiled alive and drank it in with her parched lips. She did not circumvent the decree of the afterlife, for these sinful souls would not die. . . no they would burn eternally within her. Burn. She would Burn them, and perhaps they would lessen her own pyre. With a charred hand she daintily wiped her lips.

My suitor, I apologize for my poor manners.

[Moonwolf727]

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Elsewhere a young boy, a merfolk who played underneath the frozen sea, ate a fish, his teeth gnawing on it's scales and through it's bones, the blood falling stale around him. His Mother sat further with her Husband. . . who watched the boy with intense interest. . . a shameful interest that should not be. The Mother, merfolk or not, was a mortal and all mortals were the same - all gods were the same, for all gods were mortal. She pursed her lips. . . knowing, but ashamed, but what should she have done? She loved him, but she loved her son as well. An impossible choice, but from her lips escaped a small prayer.

She had no clue who she prayed to, what God would have wanted to hear? But the Virgin heard. She heard and learned another truth of godhood. For gods could be multiple aspects of themselves at the same time, for they are gods. Thus the Watcher remained to talk with the Iron Tyrant, while the Huntress strode down toward the frozen ocean.

The Ocean parted before her, for she was cursed by her own power, it sizzled and the ice cracked and rose in great torrents of stream. She descended beneath the waves, but it was not a true descent, for she never touched the water. The ocean bubbled and it surrounded her, but she walked downwards in a bubble of steam, the water around boiling hot, towards the sounds of the prayer. A ball of white steam and boiling water... the Huntress aspect of the Virgin, walked, for she could not swim.

The mother's prayer, was answered, too late. The Husband had beat her, the son. . . was crying, holding the dead fish and his mothers leg. But it was answered. For as the Husband looked upon his work, his scales began to melt and fuse together - he tried to look back but the scales of his neck wouldn't turn. The horizon of the steam was close and he began to boil, and scream, as his Wife and Child looked on in thankful horror. Then he was gone. . . engulfed in the steam and then that too was gone.

The mother simply saw a beautiful woman covered in the garbs of the sea, beyond the veil of steam.

Crux paused, his merriment forgotten, as he watched this steaming woman descend through the ice into his domain, although not truly into it he noted. The water boiled around her and never touched her skin, he felt a pang of guilt, whatever fire she possessed was doubtless painful to bear. He observed her actions with great interest until she faded away with the soul of a truly sinful man in her hands. This is someone I must meet, if only to congratulate her. He thought in anticipation. He would find her eventually but for now, he wasn't done skating yet.

[Zhentarim]

Helios shook his head. He had somehow mistaken shapes in his own rainbow-field for beings.

He came across Crux. He was skating.

"Hello! Who are you?"

He smiled, but the prism effect made the elf partially hidden by beautiful auroras.

[Moonwolf727]

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Helios shook his head. He had somehow mistaken shapes in his own rainbow-field for beings.

He came across Crux. He was skating.

"Hello! Who are you?"

He smiled, but the prism effect made the elf partially hidden by beautiful auroras.

Crux winced a little, it was just a reflex but it still felt rude to do so, the light reflecting off of the ice and the Photons face was a little too bright for Crux's tastes. "Hello, you are one of brother Yanyeeku's crystal-elf's aren't you? What brings you out to the frozen ocean?".

The Photons weren't Crux's favorite creatures, that honor was still taken by the Leviathan although he was a little biased, but he could not begrudge anyone who said that they were amazing. They were certainly just as cheerful as their ever-grinning creator. He just hoped that they didn't share their creator's tendency to nap for days at a time or else they would probably end up being quarried by the Architects or something.
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[Zhentarim]

"Indeed, I sure am! Photon Pride!"

Helios held out a shimmering hand.

"My name is Helios, and I am an explorer. I was formerly a worker bee, but the winter has stopped most work. We photons are as restless as a beam of light itself! Leader Yanyeeku is normally the same, but he pushed himself this time a little too far for a god. I sure am glad photons never sleep! We just need air to breath, gemstone rose petals to eat, and sunlight to keep the sun magic in us active!"

Helios skipped merrily about. He was cheery, kindly elf child in personality--but an Einstein in brains.

[Moonwolf727]

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"Indeed, I sure am! Photon Pride!"

Helios held out a shimmering hand.

"My name is Helios, and I am an explorer. I was formerly a worker bee, but the winter has stopped most work. We photons are as restless as a beam of light itself! Leader Yanyeeku is normally the same, but he pushed himself this time a little too far for a god. I sure am glad photons never sleep! We just need air to breath, gemstone rose petals to eat, and sunlight to keep the sun magic in us active!"

Helios skipped merrily about. He was cheery, kindly elf child in personality--but an Einstein in brains.

I wonder if Yanyeeku would notice a photon going missing? Crux thought to himself, there was a charm to the photons but they spoke in a very fast and verbose manner. A long conversation with these things was not something you would want for Christmas. Did they have Christmas in this world? He should probably speak to the new arrival about that.

"I understand that you explore, but why would you be up here of all places? To each their own I suppose, If there is somewhere you are hoping to go I can take you there."

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Deities and magic can create temporary portals.

[Mynxae]

Kingdoms of the West

As the ice crept into his kingdom, Kyth'ra was sad that another deity could do such a thing. How would he provide food for all of his subjects? So he sent out a searching thought to the reasoning behind this eternal winter plague that would seek to destroy his people. "The North Pole? How cliche" he muttered as he saddled his great Warhorse and rode off across the frozen ocean, his will keeping the horses hooves well-gripped to the icy surface.

Ashandra-Tor

As he reached the enormous wave that blocked his path, he merely passed through it as if it were the wind in his hair, coming out into the throne room of Aeron and dismounting off of his horse. "What is the meaning of this wretched winter, goddess? It harms my people, and surely the people of others. If you do not stop chilling the world, the mortals will surely die! If it appeases you, I give you my servitude. All I wish is that you end this eternal winter" he pleaded as he knelt on one knee, his right arm across his chest in a partial bow.

[Zhentarim]

I wonder if Yanyeeku would notice a photon going missing? Crux thought to himself, there was a charm to the photons but they spoke in a very fast and verbose manner. A long conversation with these things was not something you would want for Christmas. Did they have Christmas in this world? He should probably speak to the new arrival about that.

"I understand that you explore, but why would you be up here of all places? To each their own I suppose, If there is somewhere you are hoping to go I can take you there."

"Any place that you know of that inspires wonder!"

[Moonwolf727]

"Very well. Enjoy yourself."

About half-way through his sentence Crux opened a portal beneath Helios and watched him fall through, it was rather amusing, almost Cathartic. Crux promptly closed the portal but not before sending a invisible fragment of himself through so that he could watch events unfold. It would certainly be entertaining to see whether the young photon was able to handle himself in front of royalty. How surprised will Helios be when he arrives in the ice queen's throne room, I wonder? It was obviously where Helios had been planning to go, for what other reason would someone be in the frozen north? It felt nice to help people.

[Elemental]

Ashandra-Tor

If one was paying enough attention, they may have noticed a small smile play across Aeron's lips, but they could never be certain.
"Then my servant and champion you are Sir Knight. You must serve me for as long as you shall live. In return, I shall relent and let Winter claim the world for only half of the year. There shall be Spring."
She drew her sword with an audible ring and placed it on both of the as yet unidentified warrior's shoulders.
"I proclaim thee the Guardian of Summer."
Now there was a definite smile, a cruel one and she made a small cut on the Guardian's arm, her sword slicing through his armour with ease. She watched closely as it stained the crystal blade of the Sword of Kings.
"Arise Sir Knight and serve me forever."
Aeron turned and ascended her throne.
"Sir Kyth'ra. Welcome to my court."
The arrival of the Photon was of no importance to her yet. She would deal with the creature when her fellow deities, the beautiful woman and Kyth'ra were finished with their business.

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Starting AP: 10
Create Relic: The Crystal Sword of Kings; This crystal sword is stained with the blood of all who have given themselves up in servitude of the rightful holder of the sword, I.E., Aeron. They must serve her willingly until the sword is destroyed or she relinquishes them from service.
Furthermore, it is capable of cutting through almost anything. +2 to RCR; 4AP
Remaining AP: 6

[Zhentarim]

"Hello! My name is Helios! I am an explorer and faithful servant of Yanyeeku! I love these clear crystals that hang from the ceiling like spikes. What do you call them?"

He looked at the crowns. His lawful instincts took over.

"Is there something you desire, majesty?"

[Mynxae]

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Ashandra-Tor

If one was paying enough attention, they may have noticed a small smile play across Aeron's lips, but they could never be certain.
"Then my servant and champion you are Sir Knight. You must serve me for as long as you shall live. In return, I shall relent and let Winter claim the world for only half of the year. There shall be Spring."
She drew her sword with an audible ring and placed it on both of the as yet unidentified warrior's shoulders.
"I proclaim thee the Guardian of Summer."
Now there was a definite smile, a cruel one and she made a small cut on the Guardian's arm, her sword slicing through his armour with ease. She watched closely as it stained the crystal blade of the Sword of Kings.
"Arise Sir Knight and serve me forever."
Aeron turned and ascended her throne.
"Sir Kyth'ra. Welcome to my court."
The arrival of the Photon was of no importance to her yet. She would deal with the creature when her fellow deities, the beautiful woman and Kyth'ra were finished with their business.

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Starting AP: 10
Create Relic: The Crystal Sword of Kings; This crystal sword is stained with the blood of all who have given themselves up in servitude of the rightful holder of the sword, I.E., Aeron. They must serve her willingly until the sword is destroyed or she relinquishes them from service.
Furthermore, it is capable of cutting through almost anything. +2 to RCR; 4AP
Remaining AP: 6

Ashandra-Tor

Sir King Kyth'ra was humbled by Aeron and had a broad smile on his face as he stood up after being entered into her eternal servitude. "You humble me, My Lady. What is it I must do to serve you?" said Kyth'ra reverently.

Kingdoms of the West

A part of Kyth'ra detached itself and appeared in the Kingdoms of the West. He saw with dismay that the winter had not relented at all, and was determined to save his people.

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Start AP: 2.

Bless AP1: Kyth'ra blesses the Kingdoms of the West with crops that can grow in any conditions, so that they can survive the harsh winters of this world.

End AP: 1.

[Elemental]

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There is no ceiling on the Throne Room. It's open to the elements so that it has a great view.

Ashandra-Tor

Aeron gently smiled at Kyth'ra.
"Shortly my warrior."
Her gaze fell upon Helios.
"They are icicles young Photon and they can impale you with ease."
She apprised the Photon, judging its intellect and form.
"You have been sent to my Court by another. Why and for what purpose?"
The sunlight glinted off the crystal of her crown as snowflakes gently fell around them.

[Phobia]

"You barbarian." Hel clucked her tongue against her cheek as she watched Crux move against her children, his Levitation gobbling up mermaids and octopi left and right. She simply watched impassively as he enlisted others in his mad crusade to destroy beauty. Serpents above her beauties, serpents below her beauties, from the air, from the sea. The Levitation tasted once more of her seemingly delicious tentacled fiends. She simply had to get her own own of those...

And then she grinned as an ice-age spread over the lands. Perhaps help would come from the most unexpected of sources... the Quetzalcoatl would surely be harder pressed to get at my pretties under the ice. She lazed on the ice and ran her hand down it lovingly while watching a mermaid underneath. They wouldn't drown- no, not even with befoulment the accursed Crux placed upon them. Her octopi would survive, the crafty ones at least, learning to hide in the trenches, reefs, and underground caverns but not surviving long enough to grow as large. And her precious mermaids would survive too- learning to survive in air pockets in those same underground caves and pulling themselves out on the ice in the rare warmer areas where there are holes like a seal.

She gave a silent acknowledgement to Aeron and his eternal winter, a note to visit in case he ever developed cold feet, so to speak. This would surely spread her sickness to even more mortals, not to mention the fear it would generate. She was almost ecstatic.

The Hawks, meanwhile, large and menacing survived mostly by picking up stray trolls and humans or whatever else organic they could rip into. They pecked and scratched at the Architects when they drew near but mostly got sucked up in their intake valves. They also took to trying to build nests on them, for some reason.

"Oh, prospects!" The goddess Hel cooed, flashing with radiance and sliding in next to Hubris' current location. "Finding yourself short on allies, hmm?" Her voice mocked as she bite the end of her finger. "Don't worry... a being of most radiant eminence like myself doesn't forget her fans... liked my lions, did you?" She continued to brag, while somewhere a pack of very large female lions surrounded and ripped apart a little lost human boy. "They do so love to spread fear- and I think you've got the gift too. Call me, don't worry, I'll hear you." She added, in case she was somewhere else the next time they spoke.

[Space Lawyer]

Ashandra-Tor

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Ashandra-Tor

By the time Syimi had arrived, Aeron had already crafted a regal throne for herself in a grand open air throne room atop the tallest tower of her citadel. Sharp spires of ice rose into the sky around the circular space stabbing into the sky.
She stood up as Syimi entered, her elegant gown of silvery blue silk lightly brushing the ground behind her as she walked toward Syimi.
"Because Winter is here. And through it, the World shall have peace eternal."
Her eyes remained cold and her expression neutral and free from malice.

Syimi smiles softly. "There can be no peace without chaos to compare it against. This world will be frozen still, their passions cooled and hopes killed in falling snow. Syimi turns to the newly-made god-knight "I thank you, Sir Kyth'ra, for your sacrifice has given back to this world some of what it lost."

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A shard of Syimi appears beside Helkavara. "Oh, Beautiful One, why have you created such things? Why have you marred your creations with such bloodlust and fury? This hate does not become one such as yourself."

[Hamste]

Chemosh woke up from a deep sleep with a start. He was curious why he was here on this world. He felt himself and realized he had a great well of power within himself. He decided he would never let what happened to him happen to anyone else.

He called upon his powers to create a cosmic decree and created a new race to hold this decree. The Decree stated that no child, whether it be sentient or not, that died from unnatural reasons would stay dead. At midnight after the day they die the child's body heal again and would awaken. From that point on until the day they die again they would be known as The Beloved Of Chemosh.

Chemosh summoned a small book to him and wrote down some information on his first creation in it.
The body can regenerate from anything as long as the child died from something like disease or murder (For example if the child died from a heart attack or eating poison they wouldn't come back. If they were bit by a snake and died they would still come back though. This is also true for animals, a shark child that was eaten alive would still come back in side the stomach of the creature that ate the,). A child that died from small pox that was cremated before the transformation would still come back in a whole body (This does not help them after they came back and they can be killed quite easily after the transformation). The transformation to becoming The Beloved Of Chemosh is hard on the mind as they had to face whatever happened after they died. The result is that The Beloved of Chemosh need to fill a void in their heart and to do that they explore and try to unlock the secrets of the world. They are insatiably curious and will take items just to look at them. Due to this causing problems for them they are also blessed with all the skills a thief needs and the ability to use them subconsciously so that they never have to realize they are thieves. Another result of coming back from the dead is that they understand how to bring other people back from the dead and as such naturally know how to use necromancy. Non-sentient creatures that come back in this way are still non-sentient and the only difference between it's orignal form is that it now it is undead. They do not rot or grow but their life span is limited to 1/3rd the life span of their races average life span. They look the same as they did in life but any one who lives with them even for a week will realized they are not alive.
That being written down Chemosh smiled. He decided that he would keep a log of everything he created... after he created several more undead races he might make a copy and send it down to his beloved.

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AP used: Cosmic decree 5 ap, Create Fabled life (They are obviously magical and have undead traits so they probably fit here) 5 ap, Bless 1ap, Magic Knowledge (necromancy) 3 ap so I used 14 of my starting 15 points. For those who have races that have children can you send me the numbers of the number of children that died from unnatural causes and didn't get destroyed again? If you have any questions please tell me. I'm not sure if I followed the rules for creating races or not.

[Zhentarim]

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There is no ceiling on the Throne Room. It's open to the elements so that it has a great view.

Ashandra-Tor

Aeron gently smiled at Kyth'ra.
"Shortly my warrior."
Her gaze fell upon Helios.
"They are icicles young Photon and they can impale you with ease."
She apprised the Photon, judging its intellect and form.
"You have been sent to my Court by another. Why and for what purpose?"
The sunlight glinted off the crystal of her crown as snowflakes gently fell around them.

"I came to ask on behalf of my sleeping master if winter could switch halves of the planet? It would allow the food supply and currency of my people, gemstone roses, to always have some consistency. Also, for something so deadly, those icicles and this winter is very beautiful!"

Helios's intellect, physical weakness, couriousity, and the natural defensive ability of his diamond-like armor was his incessant cheerfulness and perhaps his goodwill toward other mortals. He was so good, he was almost stupid good instead of the normal photon alignment of lawful good.

He was just growing out of childhood and into early adolescence. Photons never die of old age, but they stay "Children," the term used for the ones that haven't reached full size, until about 300 years of age. Helios was 270…

Photons can't reproduce until about 2000 years. That 1700 year gap is their "adolescence."

After Chemosh came to be awake, he somehow knew he was being watched over…

"Her royal majesty, Aeron… do we have a deal?"