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Selinia

2011-08-19, 12:46 AM

The First Divide

Light - it was everywhere. Pure, it was, and white and clean. It was ordered - in a way, it was comforting, though such a concept had no way of existing in that ancient radiance. Descriptions in mortal terms are pointless - it simply was. The Light was thought, and it was form. The Light was present and future in one, and the past was nothing to it.

But then it wasn't. Somehow, within everything, there was something else. Many things. Things beyond counting for the little being - things for which there was no experience, no measure of knowing. And then the being did experience them - not one at a time, or in any fashion that can be meaningfully put into words, but all at once. Forever the experiences crashed about it in the radiance, a fractured maelstrom of one as many.

And then... it was gone. The light had faded. But its child did not care that the sensation was gone with it, for there was a new one in its place. A sensation of being. A sensation of knowing. Of being able to decide for itself whether it cared. It'd just spent a lot of time doing that, it thought - so it tried not caring instead. It was fun! The being vaguely remembered fun - it had been one of its favorites! Just as good as before!

It had gotten the hang of being and thinking now. The novelty hadn't yet worn off, but it figured that there would be nothing wrong with trying a few more things. There were so many things - it couldn't really remember most of them, but it was pretty sure there enough that it would never have to worry about running out. It thought that maybe it'd try observing next. Then it could decide what to do after, once it had observed what there was to do!

It observed that it was someplace. That was new. It'd been everyplace before, but never someplace. Someplace was fun! It was bright in this place, though really it was pretty dim compared to everything. But that wasn't the fun part. The fun part was that it was differently bright! The being observed that there were all sorts of different kinds of dimness in the brightness - some were a warm, cozy sort of dim. Others were a cold, chilly sort of dim.

The being realized (realizing things was fun!) that the dimness was color. It was only observing some of the light - the things took up the rest of it inside themselves! And they had shapes and... and colors! And shapes! And VOLUME! Volume was particularly exciting! The being was pretty sure that it had decided what to do next - it wanted to have shape and color and volume (as well as texture and substance), just like all those things!

But where to start?

The being thought really hard about that. There were a lot of even just colors, and the other stuff made the options limitless! It needed something to start from. It thought and it thought, until it decided on the absolute most fun any bunch of shape and color and everything could possibly have! Maybe. It might be wrong, but then it could change it later. It had decided it was going to make that form for itself. So it did. It discovered several new sensations right then.

The first was the sensation of not being an 'It'. It was definitely a 'She' now. She liked that sensation! It wasn't that being it 'It' hadn't been fun, but being a 'She' was just even more fun! She figured she was probably also an 'I' at this point too. She couldn't wait to find someone so that she could just make absolutely sure she was a she, but she didn't think anyone would mind if she used the pronoun for now.

The second was the sensation of having a body that she could move. She tried that - her eyes first, since they were in her way now. Opening her eyes was fun, but it didn't even come close to seeing things with her eyes! It was completely different! She saw things from just where she was! But still, she'd resolved that the first thing she'd look at was herself! She moved an arm and grabbed one of the crystalline... thingies... floating around. It was shiny, and shiny things reflected light! You could see yourself in them.

So she saw herself. She was adorable! That made her happy, and that made her smile, and that made her smile really, really big and that made her even more adorable! But she'd tried out white hair. It didn't seem fun enough. She tried making it red, and then orange. Both of them were pretty much as much fun as white. Then she clapped her hands together in delight as she had an idea. The shiny thingy probably would have fallen if she hadn't been weightless right then (she wanted to try having weight, but she wanted to make sure her body was done first so she could have the most fun with it). Looking into it to make sure, she clapped again that it had worked - her hair was all the colors at once! That made her very, very happy.

She was small though. There wasn't all that much room to work with, even though she was pretty sure small people were more fun than big ones. But still, she figured that she could at least maybe mix things up with some clothes! Everyone wore clothes. Well, not everyone. She'd try that later though. For now, she went into a frenzy of design, tossing the shiny crystal up and all around to get a good look at herself from every angle. She tried a lot of different kinds of cloth, but as with her hair, eventually settled on all of them.

The result was a chaotic, raggedy jumble of fabrics (and some things that almost certainly didn't fit that term), arranged according to no discernible pattern. The exact composition seemed to change from every angle - she tumbled around a little to make sure it did that (and because tumbling was really funny, the way it made everything spin around). That made her laugh. That surprised her then, because she'd known that laughing was something you did when you were having fun, but she'd not realized how much fun laughing itself was!

"Aha...ahaha...HAHA!" She clutched her abdomen as she doubled over in her laughing fit, letting it totally take control of her. "Hahahaha! Ahaha! Hehe... tee-hee... heh..." She stopped for a second. It wasn't that the laughing wasn't fun, but she'd thought she'd heard something else. She heard... more laughing.

"AHAHA! Mwaaaahahahaha! Aha! Ah... oh."

The being looked around quizzically, grabbing the first thing that caught her eye. She addressed the little fist-sized crystal with great excitement, since it seemed to like laughing as much as she did!

"Hellooooooooo!!!" She said it with such enthusiasm that it became the first spoken phrase in this universe to have more than one punctuation mark.

"To you as well, mademoiselle..."
"Shh! She doesn't know we're here yet..."
"Well she does now. Wait, who are you?"
"Me?"
"No, I think she meant the other one."
"Oh, that's... umm..."
"Tasty?"
"Yes! Wait, no! None of us are Tasty. I am so calling reverse dibs on being named Tasty. More like Sublime!"

"Umm... are you all in that one little shiny thing. It seems awful small." She holds the crystal up, examining it closely.

"Actually, I do believe that none of us are in there. I think. In the strictest sense."
"Because we don't exist. Stop giving her ideas..."
"I live in it! That is totally my shiny thing! None of the rest of you can have it!"

"Okay!" She nodded sagely and set up the little crystal in the air in front of her. "You're Orange then. Now, who's in this one?" Naming things was fun! She looked around and scooped a pale bluish stone out of its lazy flight through the weightlessness.

"Ah. I suppose that might actually help organization. Well then, I suppose that would be me then, for whatever it is worth. Am I by any chance, Blue?"
"Ha! Orange is so much better than Blue."
"That is rather unfounded..."

This continued down the line, with the being snatching what soon became a small armload of distinctive floating crystals. Red, Yellow, Violet (once she stopped denying that she existed), Indigo, and (by default, since it was the only one left) Green all were assigned crystals to 'live in'. How seven invisible voices were more comfortable in seven crystals was a mystery none of them could quite fathom, but the being insisted that it was so.

"Of course," Happily making the first use of the new organization, the being turned and riveted her eyes on the blue crystal. "I still think something is missing from all this, wouldn't you say?" She thought about that for a minute, then shook her head. There were a lot of ways to say 'no', and she'd already used a verbal one. The kinetic one was interesting - she'd trying doing both at once next!

"Well, we all have names now..."
"Lazy names, but true."

"Hey! I thought hard about those names!"

"Ah, ah, but young lady, you don't have one yourself! How are we to address you, now that you can address us so easily?"
"Tasty?"
"Oh dear, please don't make me call you Tasty..."

"I am..." She thought about that. Some names were more fun than others, after all, and she'd probably want to stick to one for a while. Still, she ought to pick something. "I'm... Siofra!"

"That's quite pretty. What does it mean?"

Siofra (having a name was fun!) smiled and clapped her hands together. "I have no idea! That's why I picked it!" For a moment, silence.

"Your grasp of logic leaves me unable to adequately give voice to my opinion..."
"Well, I like it! It has WHAM to it!"
"After a manner of speaking, I suppose it does. In any case, what next? I suppose that you should pick, being our gracious host and all."
"And considering we're not even here..."

"Weeell... how about weight?" The being's smile went wide, as did her arms and legs as she and her little collection of crystals with her began to plummet. She let loose a scream of excitement as she plummeted past still more floating objects, hurtling closer to something that appeared to be liquid. She could almost see something under it! Something muddled up between all the dark bits. And it was getting closer all by itself!

Hair whipping about her face (and very nearly dislodging her patchwork hat), the newborn deity tucked her knees up nearly to her chin and drowned out the screams (some panicked, some similarly amused) of the invisible voices and their falling crystals.

"Hello world! Here I cooo~ooome!"

OOC: Actions!~

AP 7 (Starting AP) - 2 (Weave Plane - The Moon)

Remaining AP: 5

planswalker

2011-08-19, 12:09 PM

The Grand Unification

Unlike his sister, the first thought of the next being was that of duty, not pleasure. As the light receded, it did not fade entirely from this universe. The first thought of this new entity was simply, The Light must not fade away.

That course or action decided upon, the being gathered to itself the Light that remained. The Light answered his call and quickly a great sphere of brilliance lit up the void. The sphere was a luminous fluid, the refined essence of Light.

The being thought that this was very good, for the light was gathered into himself, and he was the light. However, there was something missing. This void had only three beings in it, and this was not good. The Light was wonderful, but life was the purest expression of this Light, and there must be more of it.

The being looked out to the other three spheres, and saw that there was one larger than the others, centered to the other three, including himself. However, unlike his own or the other two upon which they who would be his siblings were forming, this one had no life within it.

"That one is void. This is not good. Let there be life!"

His thoughts shone upon the world, and as they did, a mass came forth to the surface of the great sea which covered that world. The mass was round and flat, and in the center was a great ring of mountains. Life in its purest, simplest forms covered this land. In the plains, fields, and prairies which made up the majority of this land, a hundred different kinds of grasses grew, with rivers and creeks and streams dotting the land, all flowing to the great World Sea.

On the mountains themselves, golden trees and bushes covered them, giving an amber hue to the horizon in their direction. At the center of the mountains, a well of pure essence of Light sprung forth, a well of well-being.

The land that shall later be known as the Eye of Etu was born.

ap: 0=0+7(starting)-2(weave plane: the Sun)-3(infuse plane: the Sun)-2(create land: the Eye)

The Sun is both primary source of light and Etu's physical body.

Selinia

2011-08-20, 02:16 AM

What Shall Be

The girl who was a goddess crashed into the inner surface of the Moonsea with a resounding splash, though the ripples quickly faded away as the surface returned to glass-like stillness. Or rather, stilled until they were broken again - this time by bubbles, as Siofra did an underwater pirouette and tried to shout something to her... companions, which were once again floating in loose formation around her.

"Blip-ip amaphiling!" The words however, were disinclined to take form in the soupy liquid (it wasn't really water - she was pretty sure of that). Not that this stopped her, as she quickly went off on a monologue about... something or other. But one could make an educated guess.

"Let me guess... swimming is fun?"
"Murblely! Blerry maaop sho!"
"Agreed!"
"Say, have you considered looking down?"

Siofra made her by now characteristic clapping gesture in excitement at the reminder. Of course, she'd been diving down to see the down-there-thing! The whole swimming thing had distracted her (water pressure was fun!), but now that she was looking, the shape was clearer than ever! Flipping over, she began her descent - noting with delight that about halfway through, it became an ascent.

The distance was actually a very short one - she'd probably have been able to make it even if she'd needed to breath. She broke the surface (well, the outer surface), casting her gaze immediately downward (well, upward now... subjective gravity was fun!) as prismatic strands of hair floating around her like the petals of some deranged and indecisive flower.

And she saw the world hanging in the void. And yet... "Hmph! I said 'hello'!"

"Aaaand...?"

"It didn't! Look at it! Its just sitting there! That isn't nice at all!" Really, it hurt! The world was still pretty interesting to look at, but she'd hoped it'd be able to talk to her. She could introduce it to the colors!

"In its defense, it doesn't seem to be ignoring you specifically. More like... being totally oblivious to everything."
"Oh-ho! We have ways of making people talk..."
"Orange, we don't even have power tools."
"Improvisation is an aid to creativity! How about..."

Siofra suddenly splashed an armful liquid onto the clump of floating crystals. "Shh! Look! Look at that!" She pointed up at the world. It was immediately apparent what she was referring to - the world was changing in hue, suddenly back-lit by something of tremendous brightness. She gasped and grinned and applauded the show, but was silenced by surprise when it continued further. The still waters of the sphere below - so similar to the ones in which she was now gently floating on her back - seemed to rise and heave, sending crashing waves of such scale as to be visible even at this distance.

"I think it just said hello..."
"Oh, ooohhh, I wanna see it closer up! Fly again! Fly agai-"

It didn't need to be said twice. Only 1.875 times, give or take. With naught but another fast-fading ripple, the goddess had launched herself well out of the the gravitational well of her sphere (the other sphere was bigger, which she was pretty sure meant hers was the Moon), straight at the world...

"OW!" She wasn't sure what exactly she'd hit - and while the high-speed collision into an unyielding barrier had been novel, she wouldn't exactly classify it as something she'd want to do every day. She glared at the world again - it was much closer now, but she still wasn't even nearly close enough to poke it and get its attention. "That isn't nice!" She tried flying towards it again, getting rebuffed as before.

"It doesn't seem to like visitors..."
"I can't say I blame it. She'd make a terrible houseguest."
"...Chip the glasses, crack the plates, blunt the knives and bend the forks!~"
"I say, that is rather... crude, isn't it?"

Siofra was too busy poking the thing to try and see if it was bent at all to pay attention to the Prisma, despite Violet pointing out that 'Attempting the same task and expecting a different result' was pretty much the definition of insanity. But she eventually had to resign herself to the apparent fact that the world had really poor hospitality, and left it at that.

She didn't see or hear what happened next so much as felt it - it wasn't a sense her body had, but one of her... being, for lack of a better term. Like a echoing pulse, growing and rebounding and cascading. Like strings being tied to waiting spools, and light reflecting from the fragments of a thousand mirrors. This was big! She didn't say a word, just giggling as she zoomed along the apparent 'edge' of the world's security. This was maybe the biggest thing she'd seen since she'd figured out Seeing!

Because there were thingies below her! Lots of them! Green ones, and gold ones, and a couple of really shiny ones. Shiny... that caught her attention, actually causing her to spare a glance back at her Moon. It was lighting up now too! She'd had no idea that it could do that! She clapped in excitement, but froze in awe for the briefest of moments. For she beheld it before her.

Quite possibly the shiniest thing ever.

She tried to think of something shinier, but was coming up dry. It was bigger than her moon (just a little bit!), but aside from being incredibly shiny seemed to be otherwise pretty similar. Maybe... she'd be able to meet herself! Maybe she'd be able to meet an evil version of herself, with a goatee and a top hat, and they'd have a swordfight! And then they'd have tea and biscuits and be the best of friends!

Of course, you needed proper footing for a swordfight, so she let gravity take hold of her once more, staggering a little as she landed on the Invisible Barrier of Rudeness. It could at least stand to be the Visible Barrier of Rudeness! That gave her an idea - taking a deep breath, she puffed up and exhaled on the barrier with all of her might. You could fog up glass or crystal like that, so it should work pretty much the same, right?

Of course it did.

It was kinda cloudy and seemed to be sinking in altitude a little, which was annoying, but hopefully the fluffy white stuff would keep people from slamming headlong into what Siofra had decided to dub the Irrational Barrier or Rejection. She'd done a good deed! Good deeds were fun! Still, she had to find out whoever had made all the thingies before, in case they were her long-lost evil twin. So she looked up at the not-her-moon (Noom?), and shouted with all her might.

"Heeellooo~ooo! Is anybody there? Who made the thingies?"

When making a query like that, it was best to shoot wide.

OOC: Actions!~

AP: 5 - 5 (Create Concept MR5 - Fate)

Final AP: 0

So long as there is life, there is always a weaving for it to follow... or break from.

planswalker

2011-08-20, 10:19 AM

The first non-monologue conversation

The great radiant sphere spoke back to her. "I did." Despite its terrific size, the brilliant body did not shout, and its voice could be heard as if it was right next to its sister.

Selinia

2011-08-20, 12:12 PM

Manners

The Noom had them! That was great, even if it had given the least fun answer possible! She'd been a little worried it was going to be as rude as the world beneath her. Siofra looked up at it and waved happily. "Hello Noom! I wasn't sure what your name was, but I figured that since you're the opposite of Moon, then that would make you either a Moon 2.0 (which would be kinda lame), or a Noom (which is much cooler)! Besides, I already have a Moon."

She paused for a moment, glaring at the sun, then glancing back down at the world beneath her feet. "And how did you do that? I can't even go down there! Do you need an invitation? Maybe... ooooohhhh... maybe you can get down there because you're really big! That makes sense. Yep." She nodded sagely, seeming to agree with someone, though nobody else was visible.

"You ought to ask him to come out properly too. It isn't nice of him to hide in his house while you're stuck out here."
"Yeah, that's social... engineermorification! He's manipulating the stratosphere to influence your opinion!"
"...wait, what?"

But she'd heard all she needed to. How could she have missed something so obvious? The stratosphere positively reeked of manipulation! She pointed an accusatory finger at the shining body overhead. "Also, in the name of the Super-Planetary Politeness Police, I ask you nicely to come outside so I can talk to you without getting shininess in my eyes! 'Cause that's uncool!"

planswalker

2011-08-21, 04:07 AM

"I am not down there. I am up here, and You may call me Etu. Etu-Achak. I do not know what you mean "come out". The void we are in seems to be something one cannot leave by its very nature. As for how I gazed upon the world, I looked and saw a need. I then filled the need. What more is there to it?"

Selinia

2011-08-21, 03:13 PM

Only Half

"Weee~eeell... there's a lot more to it, actually! You're being silly. Super-duper silly. I don't mean leave the void, I mean leave your shinysphere! I mean, it looks fun, but there's a lot to do here outside! Look at me! Wheeeee!" In the space between one sentence and the next, Siofra propelled herself around the equator of the world in some sort of back-flip like maneuver.

She came to a tumbling halt, bouncing hard against the dimensional barrier she had apparently decided to use as a floor. But rather than wince in pain, she smiled and waved up at Etu again. "See? See? It's fun! You can't even see the other half of the world from where you are! There are at least two of them, you know!"

"I'm not sure if that's going to work. He seems rather... attached, to that solar body of his."
"Hmph. I'd like to see what 'needs' the punk thinks are so much more important than holding up a decent conversation!"
"Seriously, he should have a face by now, that's just laaazy."

"Hmmm... points, all." Siofra nods in agreement with the voices. "Hey, Mr. Etu-Hack! How about we make a deal? You come over here and show me your face, and tell me what the need thing you were talking about filling is, and I'll show you something really cool. 'Kay? Or I'll have to tickle you out, and you don't want that, trust me!"

Gunther

2011-08-21, 10:45 PM

The Industry of Creation

It was thus, as the world was form and the moon and sun were created, that Flux cast out his gaze upon the world below- finding it at the same time both desolate and chaotic. Organic life forms, so spontaneous yet so advanced, were dotting the surface of the world the deity now stared down on. What right did those other deities have, to so grandly influence the physical world with violent creation? While a world needed to have followers and the like to properly function as the centerpiece of a deity's existence... just abruptly conjuring static life on the surface of a world, producing it without any sort of evolutionary standard?

It was rather detestable. What sort of internally balanced ecosystem could be produced if it was just... made? Even with the intelligence of a deity behind the design of such an ecosystem, there were bound to be flaws. Internal inconsistencies. Lemmings. Things that served no purpose besides consuming a delicately constructed natural order and producing little to show for it.

That would not do.

That would not do at all. Though it meant resorting to base tactics to achieve an end, Flux was willing to compromise his integrity in order to ensure a stable and efficiently evolving series of lifeforms upon the world. A race that, though a bit more empowered than the average mortals, was equally tasked with a more driving task. Ensuring stability in the world, by any means necessary.

They were the first race, their abode crafted not from some divine annihilation of the laws of physics, but a simple twisting of it. For a landmass to exist, there must be a buoyancy to it. There must also be a number of internally consistent factors, pardoning divine intervention, that allow it to exist from moment-to-moment in a coherent fashion. Flux simply accelerated the process for making all of these things come together- warping time itself as a spring of not mountains, but volcanoes formed. The sea boiled as lava poured freely from the faucets of those massive rock formations, creating a sweltering hot land where lava pooled in great lakes and rivers ran with both water and fresh-cooling rock. Life did not form immediately on the surface of that barren rock, the surface of which was a black tumor upon the world...but below it?

Life began to flourish in the caverns formed by such a rapid evacuation of magma. Precious mineral reserves, valuable gemstones and metal alike, being emptied out. And in the furnace of so much being evacuated above, the water finding its way flowing below to fill underground cisterns thousands of kilometers in radius, the first microorganisms did their little reproductive dances...and formed the flesh of the first of Flux's chosen species, a species that would maintain order and progress as he saw best.

The Gnomes.

Up above, as a sphere of blood red stars- each one an eye of Flux- formed the deity's plane around the sun and moon... the first Gnomes clawed their way through ash and dirt and rock. Their skin pitch black, their gums tinged with scurvy, their eyes hollow as they greedily darted glances from one spot to another. They were not a race as so many had known them.

They were superior.

Create Land, 2 AP: The Badlands, the volcano-rich region with an abundance of underground caverns, all intricately interlinked- with a number of pre-existing structures shaped into the underground land.

Weave Plane, 2 AP: The stars above. A sphere of stars wrapped around the sun and moon and world, winking constantly in and out, each one a burning red sphere, blinking on and off in an ordered pattern that's constantly evolving.

Create Life, 2 AP: The Gnomes. Notable for both their near-supernatural natural intelligence, as well as their high breeding rate, they are a vicious species that- while physically weak individually- they are nearly unstoppable as a species on the whole, prone to great innovative leaps with tools available.

planswalker

2011-08-21, 10:55 PM

Selinia

2011-08-21, 11:51 PM

A Vital Point

"Nuh-uh! You're the one being... babblingish!" In a heartbeat, the goddess had become rather defensive, though the childish reprisal didn't actually seem to be angry. It was just that the shiny thingy was apparently very, very dim-witted (that was funny, she thought - one would expect it to be rather bright). "Lemme prove it to you! Watch!"

Kicking off, Siofra was floating a mere handful of feet from the surface of Etu's grand sphere in a matter of moments. A part of her consciousness caught something extremely interesting going on elsewhere in the oceans, but it could wait until after she'd tutored the silly sunshine man. Hovering in front of (technically just over the surface of, but she'd apparently eschewed weight again) Etu, she crossed her arms and began speaking very slowly and clearly.

"Now, I have a face. See?" She raises a finger and taps herself on the nose playfully. "A face has eyes, and a mouth, and hopefully a nose unless you've got something wrong with you!" As she lists of each of these traits that faces apparently possessed, she tapped the corresponding part on her own. "Of course, mine is super-duper-mega adorable, and most aren't, but the basics are there. Now you on the other hand..." The finger rotated to jab at the sea of liquid. "You don't have any face! Just shininess! Talking to shininess is laaaaaaa~aaaaaaame. So stop being shy and make one!"

planswalker

2011-08-22, 09:24 PM

Etu and Soifra - the Void

"I take it you find my appearance unsatisfying to talk to. Would you be more pleased if I imitated you?"

Selinia

2011-08-22, 10:24 PM

Selinia

2011-08-24, 11:52 PM

Terminal Error

The Vault of Lights was supposed to be a neat, orderly place. Clean and efficient. And it had been, for a good while. The fates of various object had been efficiently tracked, doing whatever it was they did. Usually very little. Nothing went to waste.

That had changed rather abruptly.

It had started small, with minor strands popping into existence, standing still, and then going dark. [Flora], it was classified. The Vault was a long way from being sentient, and it was rather at a loss with what to do with the little things. It was fairly sure it was supposed to have a caretaker who was supposed to deal with this sort of thing, but she was nowhere to be found. All the dark, dead strands of Fate were cluttering the place up and things had to keep being shifted around to make room for more. It was probably an anomaly, and the Vault was content to just sweep them into a corner.

But it had suddenly gotten worse. A lot worse. [Fauna], followed by - horror of horrors - [Sentients]. The dissonance they created was awful! The disrupted not only their own fates, but that of everything around them! The Vault was, quite simply, running out of storage space to keep the dead threads. So it decided to dump them, just this once. Only one little dump - the archived deaths of every living thing since the dawn of creation. Free up a little room, help get these... gnomes under control.

The mass of fatestuff was shunted out into the Void, away from the World through the liquid crust of the Moon which it occupied.

There was absolutely nothing that could go wrong as a result of this.

Draken

2011-08-25, 12:26 AM

[When Things go Wrong]

A blob of burned-out fates and lifelines drifted off in the void. Large, but meaningless, carried on by the energy of its initial ejection and the lack of friction tomake it stop.

It was an unlikely turn then, when it stoped. Nothing was in its way, it simply stoped in the middle of nowhere, something it was not supposed to do.

And there it laid, a black spec, invisible and unmoving in the great dark. Ignored by the dust and debris left behind by primordial creating forces, fragments drifting aimlessly in the void. That is, until these fragments came an inch too close, and suddenly plummeted down towards it and vanished in the dark orb that these strands had coalesced into.

Soon enough, a silent creak echoed through the nothing, as strands of light twisted in ways they should not have to twist, bending down to die in that beshadowed sphere just as surely as those sentients that formed it or the thousand pieces of rock that drifted too close. And soon enough, that small orb of cast-off fates was a great dark world crowned by the light that spiralled down sufferingly towards it.

Thus was The World Upon Which None Tread, in the depths of which laid the Principle of Endings, which dreamed then of lives that were never his, but were a part of him in a way. Gasthly dreams were those that took on no substance upon that place but existed nonetheless, in a state not quite living and perhaps wholy fateless.

And thus, not entirely awake but entirely aware and ponderous, that world stretched lazy stalks across the ether and clung to the underlying patterns of existance, and dragged itself into an orbit beneath the abode of stars but beyond the Sun and the Moon and the world that they circled.

7 AP
2 AP: Weave Plane: The World Upon Which None Tread. A Gaseous Giant, or perhaps a nebula or simply the accretion disk beyond the event horizon surrounding the true self of The great Star That Never Was. This plane orbits further beyond the sun and the moon.
3 AP: Infuse Plane (The World Upon Which None Tread)
2 AP: Create Life [Ghosts]. The dead, ethereally emulating their lives in the dead world of the neverborn.

Selinia

2011-08-25, 12:58 PM

Best Pet Ever

Siofra tapped her foot on empty air, hanging in the Void near the gleaming Sun. And then she'd had enough! She scowled, pointing a finger at the solar body and snapping accusingly. "You're slooo~ooow, Mr. Erik!"

"So true!"
"No consideration."
"Obviously doesn't consider you worth his time."

"And to think, I was going to be friends with you. Hmph! Now, if you want to see something super-mega-cool, then next time you have to come to me!" The goddess stuck out her tongue, pulling a childish expression. "And bring a face, creepy... faceless... no-facer-person! Nyah!" And then, shifting position slightly, she bounced back towards the world.

She'd been trying to observe these earlier, because they were super-duper interesting! There were a bunch of them milling around doing all sorts of stuff! There were the stumpy two-legged ones going around and looking mean (she didn't think they were that mean though) and clanking rocks together. But something else had caught her eyes.

It was the most adorable thing eveeeeeer (Except for her, of course)! It was itty and bitty and fluffy and its fur was a bunch of different browns and grays and whites and it was cuuuuuuuute! And it had teeny-tiny whiskers on its sniffing little nose!

"MINE."
"I want one! I want one!"
"We should put it in a maze!"
"Tasty..."
"Nuh-uh! Its too cute to eat or test!"
"Perhaps it would look even better if we put a hat on it..."

Siofra clapped her hands excitedly. All good suggestions! So she pointed at the adorable thing, and said, "I want that! Gimmie!" - and it was hers. Somewhere in its little fluffy mind was the experience of being yoinked through space-time, and the aftertaste of cupcakes. The goddess squealed in delight.

She leaned in close, and poked the little ratty proto-rat on the nose. "Helloooo~oooo! You're a fluffy fluffy fluff-fluff, aren't you? Aren't you? Aww, yes you are!" She moved to pet it, when something unexpected happened. For the rat may have just been teleported several hundred miles - it may have been floating in the Void, without gravity. But it was still a rat.

So with a squeak, it bit the child-goddess right on the nose.

It stuck there for a second, staring its little ratty eyes into the technicolor ones of the deity whose button nose was clamped between its teeth. It didn't really her her that much, but Siofra felt a funny tickling in her nose. And then, suddenly, she sneezed.

"Ah...aaaahhhh... achooooo!" The calamitous exhalation resounded with great force, leaving its originator sniffling slightly at she glared at the fluffy rat - whose face was now covered in spit sprayed by the world's first sneeze.

"Laaaaa~aaaaame!"
"Noses aren't for sneezing! They're for being tiny and adorable! Making someone sneeze is rude!"
"Ewwww! That was gross! Get rid of it, get rid of it, get rid of it!"

Sentiments all, that were shared by Siofra. Shrieking in a mixture of disgust and irritation, she brought her foot back and punted the rat as hard as she possibly could. And so it went soaring gracefully through the Void, the drops of divine blood still on its teeth and tongue, and the divine mucus still in its eyes.

The question was, where was it going now?

Shmee

2011-08-25, 02:02 PM

[Can't think of a witty title]

One can say that life isn't that bad for a rat... except if one just so happens to be the runt of the litter. Avoiding being eaten by her own mother, this rat had spent all its life deep within the caves amongst the Gnomes. Several times, she had avoided those nasty things as they tried to killer her simply because she tried to sample their scraps and waste. Naturally, this rat was too fast for them, and so eluded them and all other forms of predators.

Seems that everything was normal for this rat. Her routine was simple, feed, then breed. Occasionally she would have to scamper away from those brutes that would try to eat her. However all this changed when all of a sudden, she found herself away from her natural surroundings and facing the weirdest creature she had ever seen.

This creature was making weird noises as it held the rat close to it. Within its primitive mind there was only one logical explanation: this weird creature was about to eat her! And so doing what came natural to such a creature, it defended itself by biting this predator. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to the rat, when one bites the goddess of Madness on the nose, one gets rabies. As the rat began to foam from the mouth, all of a sudden it feels a massive force propelling it through the void.

As it did, the rat began to feel feverish and pain began to wrack its entire body as the mixture of divine blood and snot began to take effect, and began to change its shape. As it did, all of a sudden, the rat began to have more complex thoughts as it gained enough intelligence for it to open its mouth and say its first words

"Die kill die kill die die die die die die damn you die die die die die die die die die die die die choke on your own vomit die die die die die die die die!"

shrieks the creature as it flies through the void in a high pitched squeaking voice. All of a sudden, the now huge rat screeches to a halt, and quickly bounds back to Siofra, fangs baring and fur standing, as it holds out a paw and points an accusing finger at Siofra

"Accursed foolish ugly thing! You dare throw-toss me? I'll kill-die you for that!"

All of a sudden, the foul creature lunges at the goddess, with its sharp claws ready to rend flesh, its powerful tail ready to bash anything in its way, and its diseased teeth ready to rip Siofra's face off.

Meanwhile upon the world, almost as if something caught their attention, all rats of the world stop what ever they are doing and look towards the sky, as if something had entranced them.

AP6= 7-1: Bless all rats of the world, so that they can grow and multiply

First divine combat is a go!

Selinia

2011-08-25, 02:30 PM

Eeeeeeeeeeeee...

"...eeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwww!!!" That rat was not cute! The goddess screamed shrilly, reaching up and grabbing her raggedy hat and pulling it down over her eyes. That was not a nice thing!

"C'mon, c'mon, we can totally take it! We can take it, easy-peasy, lemme at 'em!"
"...eeeeeeeeeeeeeee...!!!"
"What a distasteful creature."
"And stupid too - it can't even see how adorable I am! Ugly? Hah!"

But as far as Siofra was concerned, only one thing really mattered here. "It's groooooss!" It needed to brush its teeth! And its fur was all tangley! So she did the only sensible thing there was to do when dealing with a rodent of unusual size.

She ran away screaming, the enormous rodent's fangs snapping closed on the tail end of a multicolored ribbon of light and coming away with a mouth full of scraps of cloth in various brilliant hues and patterns, ripped right from Siofra's patchwork dress. In the distance, the rainbow could be seen impact into the moon and entering it once more.

But there and then, there was naught but the aura of ratty victory.

planswalker

2011-08-25, 04:02 PM

Etu and Siofra, the Void

"Umm... yes? Who wouldn't? Nobody likes talking to something without a face - its creepy and just looks completely weird, no way around it. If you want to make friends, you're gonna need a face! And not having friends is way uncool." The deity smiles and holds out a hand. "Lucky for you, I'm gonna be your first friend! And we'll have looooooaaaaads of fun together!"

His sister having run off and ignored him without ever stopping to hear his response, Etu shall for now look upon the world and watch, while in his head a plan forms. A golden, glorious Path of Light.

wow, like mod, like elder. Both are too impatient to get feedback if you miss a day.

Shmee

2011-08-25, 04:37 PM

A Ratty Legend
(Translated of course)
A tale is said of when the world was young
the godlings of all pathetic sorts looked upon us with envy
for the world was made by our Greatest of Matriarchs.

And so did they persecute us
out of their jealousy of our master race
and tried to take what did not belong to them.

On that day, the Chittering Queen rose
from deep within the earth roaring to the challenge
with her tail she swooped the stars
the sun paled and stood still besides her might
as she bit the nose off the moon
and the entire array of heaven stood in awe
at the sight of the Day of the Rat.

For Skizziks, mighty Skizziks
holds our inheritance in her mighty paw
now and for evermore
for we are her litter
and the world belongs to us.

The ratty goddess fought with wild abandon fighting with unparalleled ferocity and rage, until she saw that Siofra had run away. Roaring in triumph she yells at Siofra

"Pathetic coward! You listen-hear my name and squirt the musk of fear! For I am Better Than You! I am Skizziks! Fear-tremble before me!"

and thus we have the origin of Skizziks' divine name. Turning towards the rainbow all of a sudden Skizziks' stomach begins to growl in protest, as the entire ordeal of being manhandled by Siofra and the ensuing divine battle had left her famished. Licking her lips Skizziks declares

"Listen-hear me well accursed foolish being! Today is the Day of the Rat! Yes! Blessed day is this! For look-behold as I claim my prize-trophy! Forever shall my win-victory be remembered!"

With that, Skizziks grabs her mouth with her paws and begins to stretch it wide open. Wider than would be physically possible, and yet exerting her divine will, her maw continued to stretch. Giving a deformed malicious grin, Skizziks proceeds claim her prize as she sinks her vile teeth into the moon, and ripping a good chunk of it, proceeds to chew it greedily before swallowing it with a big gulp, leaving the moon in a permanent crescent shape.

Licking her lips in satisfaction, Skizziks found that she enjoyed the taste of the moon. Her stomach now bloated abnormally due to the sheer amount of moon she just consumed, Skizziks lets out a mighty belch, and looks at her work with a malicious toothy grin.

This was the Day of the Rat and a holy day for all Ratfolks. For it was on this day that Skizziks ate the moon, and why according to Ratty legends, the moon is made out of cheese, and one day Skizziks will rise again when the Moon has matured enough to eat the rest of it.

I'm not sure if this act constitutes an alter land, or a curse. Either way, its 1AP so feel free to correct me.

AP5= 6-1; Alter Land. Skizziks just tore a good chunk off the moon. Yummy!

Draken

2011-08-25, 07:16 PM

On The Multiverse

Across the night roamed The World Upon Which None Tread, in its depths the ghosts of the dead roamed and enacted imitations of life for the dead god to dream of.

And in their sojourn, the thousand limbs of the neverborn tore minute gashes across the fabric of the void and allowed what laid on the other side to ooze through in the tiniest of amounts, a thin mist that drew his attention and that of its creatures, causing them to slip through into that other side, that world of fogs and hushed sounds.

The eyes of the ghosts could see past the mist and into the world, and through that medium they could cross the multiverse beyond the horizons of the Neverborn, unseen and unheard and unexistant. Those spirits walked the surface of the moon and they dreaded and braced against the jaws of the rat goddess, only to find that in that place they could not be reached by her, not yet. They touched the flame of the sun and imagined greenish pyres that they took back to the Neverborn to warm their ficticeous lives in the endless dark.

They walked too to where they once lived, that nameless world (was it? Could they recall?), and watched life go on past their time, true life, that they longed for and hoped for, but there were no rifts in that place where the Neverborn had not marched upon, so they could not cross through to be among the living.

So they returned to the Neverborn, with new experiences from outside, and the dead god turned in his sleep, and awakened ever so slightly, to march across the Ether and the Void himself.

Rollover: 3 AP

2 AP: Weave Plane. The Ethereal Plane.

1 AP is left.

Selinia

2011-08-25, 08:33 PM

planswalker

2011-08-25, 11:27 PM

Oh Dear, This is Bad

It was pretty bad. Oh, the dead fates piling up, that had bad, but it was old news by now. No, the most recent badness was far badder. At least there was protocol for clearing out space. There was no protocol for 'Giant Rat Attack'. In fact, the Vault had been pretty sure that rodents of unusual size didn't even exist. And now there was a ginormous chunk of Essential Containment Substance missing.

That stuff was essential! To what, the Vault wasn't quite sure. Probably to keeping reality from crashing into a Dissonance spiral. In any case, it was needing to innovate here more than it was really comfortable here. Thus was the Essential Replacement Liquid for the Essential Containment Liquid applied. Reality didn't crash, which probably meant it was working... but it was awful thin. Barely a few inches thick, if that. The entire patched region was lit up like a lantern - a huge, crescent-shaped swath of terrain which flickered with livid colors visible all the way down on the world's surface.

The Vault idly wondered when its caretaker would come along. They were rather late.

Not it

Siofra had hid in the Moon for a little bit, but things were going wrong there (and Red was pestering her that she should have battled the rat instead of running... but it was so gross!). Fixing them would involve work. She totally wasn't in the mood for something lame like work, so she was all sneaky and left without telling it was there. Which left the problem of where she was going to go next.

The goddess tapped her foot, hanging in the void for a moment as she contemplated her options. There was a lot to do, but... of course! Achak-Man still hadn't answered her! Smiling, she zipped back through the Void towards the Sun - if it still didn't have an answer, then it was officially too lazy to be any fun right now. But she'd give it another shot, since it wasn't icky and gross like that mean fluffy thing.

She skidded to a halt again, almost exactly where she'd been standing before. And with her usual enthusiasm, she tossed her arms wide and addressed the King of All Shinies with gusto. "Heee~eeey! I'm back! Do you have a face yet, Mr. Eatyou? I hope you do, because there's something reeeaaally cool I wanna show somebody, and you're not icky."

Etu and Soifra - The Void

A great face appeared on the back side of the sun, facing away from the world. Two great spots of lesser brightness and a wide relatively thin curved line beneath them marked the Sun God's first attempt at an appearance to imitate the fleshly form.

"Is this better?"

:smile:

The Oceans Below

While Etu diverted a part of himself to speak to his sister, on the world below he looked and saw that the waters surrounding the continents were vast and empty. This was not good, for they were wild, dangerous things devoid of life.

Let the deeps bring forth life, and may one arise to rule and tame it.

As the light of the Sun shone down on the waters, there was for a moment a beam of intense light the drove down to the depths of the ocean. A vast swath of water vaporized and floated upward, leaving the mortal world behind. What it would coalesce into was something that Etu did not in fact yet know.

Selinia

2011-08-25, 11:55 PM

Critical Reception

"Weee~eeell..." Siofra tapped her chin thoughtfully, seemingly incapable of cogitating without the aid of some sort of physical motion.

"It has a certain degree of abstract appeal, despite its commission of key features. Perhaps because of them. The asymmetry is also an interesting design choice, defying traditional attractiveness in favor of..."
"It's weird."
"Yep."
"Agreed."
"Ditto."

The goddess glanced around her at the tiny crystals that flanked her like some sort of honor guard, nodding in tandem with something apparently only she could hear. "Well, Blue liked it. Everyone else thought it was weird. Majority rules, sorry. But it was a nice try - not everyone is amazing as I am, I know."

"Very gracious of you."
"And so true."

"Anyway, since you did that, I'm going to show you something really cool! Watch!" With a gesture of some sort and an incantation that sounded suspiciously like "Abra-Kadabra!", a lens appeared next to her, in clear view of one of the massive 'eyes' (she wasn't sure whether the big shiny actually could see without them). She gestured proudly at the window.

"This is a gnome!" It was indeed. The gnome had a bit of sharpened rock, and seemed to be contemplating it. It then tossed the rock, casually breaking the spine of a scruffy digging creature from across the small cave in which both creatures sat. The gnome smiled, with sooty teeth, as it walked over to what was likely to become its next meal. Siofra applauded.

"Isn't it amazing? I saw them earlier showing up in the Vault, and I thought it was cool that they're just like us! Except tiny. And they don't seem to do all that much, but there are a lot of them, and they can actually be pretty surprising." She crossed her arms and grinned at the big ball of smiley light. "Seeee? Isn't that cool? I told you!"

planswalker

2011-08-25, 11:59 PM

Etu and Soifra - Mortals

"You most certainly have a point. I see a potential in them which surpasses the start of what they began as. Perhaps there needs to be others like and yet unlike them below."

omnitricks

2011-08-26, 02:32 AM

What the heck was going on? Suddenly to free up storage space the caretaker dumped a ton of fates out? She should be a lot more responsible than that. And this mess...is only going to mean more work "FOR ME!"

Hmmmm...wait... "I should not be thinking like this" But its true. The caretaker was having all the fun. The [Flora], the [Fauna] and even the [Sentients]. They were all fun. In a Vault where there is only work, work, work. These random creations. Their unknown nature is simply fun to observe. And this caretaker just dumped them all out. "Dumped out MY fun!"

The strange collective consciousness. Actually another anomaly from the reaction from the dead strands. Possibly why it was so in love with the idea of its fellow siblings. "Wait for me!!!" the program said. Leaping out to join with the dead dumped [Flora], [Fauna] and [Sentients]. But they went far, far away. No longer doing anything worthwhile. "Why have you suddenly become so boring?"

Actually they were doing something. But it looked so slow and barely anything was happening as far as the eye could see. Maybe go back to the Vault before it was too late? Oh wait there is the caretaker going down to the world. "The caretaker?" She was going to have more fun. Well if she can take my fun, it means I will try and take her fun.

Then the caretaker was locked in some sort of fight with a furry creature. It was one of the his favorite things. A fellow anomaly. There were other rats around the place too. All squeaking out what is going to happen. *BZZT!* the Tarsin took on the form of a rat from his memory banks and joined them.

The caretaker was all powerful. Certainly she would win. "Your sister is going to lose". The other rats were not happy about that. Angrily they did their best to protest. "Hahaha! If she could win, then I will uhhhhhh...give you some cheese. And if you lose...I take all of yours." Tarsin knew rats loved cheese. And for their foolishness and blind faith they will lose what they loved. A great lesson to teach them.

But the caretaker lost. The rat which won even took out a chunk of the moon. That just meant Tarsin lost so he still had to pay up. "Fine, here you go!" Tarsin went and stole some cheese. Mooshing them together in his hands. Sending energy while he shaped it into...a staff. *Bzzt!*A staff of cheese. "Give this to your best rat. I don't care who. No wait better yet, give it to your most lucky rat. Like the winner." From then on rats have started to outwit each other. All for the cheese staff so they can boast they are better than everyone else.

Starting AP = 7
-1AP (create concept: gambling)
-2AP (craft artifact: The coveted "Cheesy staff")
AP left = 4

Shmee

2011-08-26, 04:00 AM

Infestation

Skizziks is busy cackling maniacally when all of a sudden she feels something weird in her stomach. An acute sense of pain goes through her body as she clutches herself. Maybe her meal had been too heavy for her stomach?

All of a sudden she looks between her legs at the little fur-less rat creature, screeching as it was bathed in a mixture of filth and after-birth fluids. Then Skizziks remembered, she was pregnant and due to give birth to a litter. Gently picking up the newborn rat, she notices that this one is different from the regular rats. This one is bigger and taller, and its hind legs look powerful enough for this rat to be able to walk on its own. Skizziks looks at her newborn child with wonder, for indeed, the world was witnessing the birth of the mighty Ratfolk race.

And then Skizziks like the loving rat mother that she is, opened her mouth and popped her newborn child in, still screaming as she closed her maw shut and began to chew it. She was hungry after all... and its not as if it mattered much, for Skizziks knew that she had much more where that came from.

But looking around, her animistic instinct kicked in, and she knew she would be in a vulnerable position while giving birth. Making up her mind, Skizziks lands upon the moon, the cowardly ugly thing being nowhere to be found, opens her maw and begins to create a comfortable enough borrow. Then lying down, Skizziks proceeds to start giving birth, not only to the newly created Ralkfolk, but also to normal breeds of rats.

Taking her pick from her litter to eat, even as she gives birth, Skizziks gets an evil idea. Just as she had claimed the moon as her burrow, so too would her litter claim the world below hers. It had nothing to do with the fact that her burrow would soon be over-run by her litter.

Closing her eyes Skizziks looks down upon the surface world with disgust. It was vile with all that light and plants and clean air, no, she knew that the true cradle for her litter would be deep in the earth. Finding a vast cave deep within the earth, the Great Matriarch places the first of the great race of the Ratfolk.

Although primitive, the Ratfolk still possessed their natural instincts, and so within the vast cave, began to dig their own burrows as their goddess kept spawning more and more of their vile race. Food was never an issue, for if they were unable to find anything, ranging from underground mushroom to game, then they had another abundant source of food: themselves! So much was their population that it isn't uncommon in Ratfolk society that in order to make room, a great cull is called, where rabid Ratfolk run through the streets devouring any rat unfortunate enough to come by their way.

And so with the issue of food taken care of, the Rats were able to focus on more important things, like expanding their city and their society, as they slowly began to build the first city named after their goddess: The Great Capital of Skizzblight.

Rollover: 5+3= 8AP
AP7= 8-1: Create Race: Ratfolk (Standard every day ones)
AP5= 7-2: Create Society

Tebryn

2011-08-26, 05:25 AM

The stream tickled down from the massive Cauldron that sat in the center of that inky darkness, boiling over even as the stirrer tried so hard to keep it at bay. There was nothing that could stop it however and the drippings that landed on the planet below burned into the earth and set fire to the trees. The animals that lived on this land ran if they could but none survived the walls of holy fire that wrapped around the confines of the land. Only those to terrified

But it was not all that it did, melting not just the earth but the air around it as well until the entire chunk of earth below rent asunder and flew high into the sky never to be bound to it again. Coated forever in the thickest of the magic that permeated the world the land would forever be touched by the Sarosh. The animals that dwelt were the only witnesses

The ground below was left scared and vacant though the oceans swiftly swept in to devour any signs that the land had ever existed at all. There were no witnesses of mortal make to mark it's passing.

[2+3 (Roll over)=5-2 (Create Land) -3 (Infuse Land-Holy Land)=0]

Selinia

2011-08-26, 12:55 PM

Problem Solvent

Another day, another pile of unsolved crisis. If the bedraggled Vault had had a physical manifestation, it would have been banging its head against one of its own walls by now. Or at least it would have tried. There was, you see, a giant bloody rat sitting in its confines. The Vault was anathema to mortal life - anything to remain here for more than a few heartbeats would simply cease to be. But the Ur-Rat seemed to be immune. The thing's presence was obstructing 1.273*10^7 (approximate value) subroutines. The dissonance was getting unacceptable - soon, rocks would start melting and the oceans would turn into a giant mushroom.

But the Vault had finally had an idea. Enough things were going wrong, it might as well use one of them to its advantage. And so Tasrin felt a familiar stream of information in his brain. [Statement. Unit-Function {Tasrin}, you appear to be functioning outside your functional capacities.]

[Query. We don't suppose you'd take a moment to try and attempt to evict the anomalously large rodent?]
[Pleading tone. It is causing some rather serious issues with fortune calculations]
[Offer. We would be willing to recognize you as Auxiliary Caretaker upon your success.]
[Appeal to interest. You could think of it as a bet.]

So like, MORE-tals, amirite?

"Yep, yep!" Siofra nodded happily. "I was thinking the same thing. Maybe you're not as silly as you looked like you were. I bet its because you have a face now! Yep." More nodding.

"Anyway, someone is in my house right now, and I don't want to go mess with that. Sooo~ooo... you first! Um, I just recommend paying a little more attention to detail than you did with your face. I think that the itty-bitty people are kinda delicate. They stop doing stuff if things go wrong, and that's boooring."

Gunther

2011-08-26, 06:53 PM

Let's Get Organized

Rat-things. In the caves. Disgusting. Flux looked to the new occupants with a certain degree of disdain. These other gods, born of chaotic energies and excessive alignment of inherently variables, had introduced an element of chaos to the world stage that was producing more godlings. These smaller godlings were, to say the least, disgustingly random in nature. Even as Flux began introducing and manipulating the variables required to culture the Gnomes into a core species that would enact his will on this untamed, stagnant world... the rodents were a problem. They had formed a culture of their own, disgustingly self-devouring as it was, and seemed to have even gained cogent functions.

The Gnomes had found this out with a bit of... vivisection. It was interesting, what his little creations had done to the first rodent or two they discovered. They had dissected them so beautifully, rending fur from flesh in vicious curiosity. Their rotten little nails, like claws, stripping away layers of skin in delicate care as they held it down. Their yellow-tinged eyes staring all the while into the squealing subject as they rifled through its innards.

Flux had watched, like any good god, as the rat died- its guts thoroughly examined, and then eaten. The bones made into a couple of little knives, the blood used to anoint themselves as they claimed their kill. Their pale little bodies they covered in soot, as the basics of society were formed. It was not a pleasant society- it was a society that was based on developing the latest technologies... so they could be used against the vermin that plagued their growing little tribes. Crops of mushrooms and fields of cave wheat- the latter usually being ground into flour by slave-driven millstones- began to grow up.

The Gnomes were ugly and vicious... but that viciousness was starting to become contained, refined even. That might have made them even more dangerous.

But viciousness, with a purpose, was good. It was this viciousness that let them drive off the starving, oversized rodents from one of the more well-populated cavern systems. Spears and mallets and bare bloody hands, joined by a drive to maim and hurt in the most inventive ways. The Gnomes were small, but the rats were smaller yet, and it was thus that the tiny little men drove a section of cavern clear... and it was in this cavern, so networked by natural bridges and chasms and cisterns and sparkling veins of gemstone and metals that the Gnomes found a sense of complacency.

For Flux had given them the place where they could make their homeland.

Their Citadel.

2 AP, Create Organization: Gnomish Citadel. The first settlements of the Gnomes, banded together in a regimented society, all oriented around the central city that is the Citadel- the series of tunnels and caverns interconnecting them being populated by a society growing in both numbers and sophistication.

1 AP, Create Concept: Metallurgy. Gnomes, in their metal-rich environment of the Badlands, have begun to harvest and process metals into new and various forms.

Draken

2011-08-26, 07:33 PM

[Civilization and Death]

Fates would continue to burn away, faster now, indeed, with the breeding violence between sapients. And these fates would still be shunted off and caugh in the orbit of the Neverborn, to be added to his mass, and the memories contained therein to his dreams.

And these memories now included those of rats, and they also included the most basic of civilization for the dead to enact eternaly in the dreams of the dead god. Their days, their nights, their hates, their passions and their battles.

And they would also wander the ether and go watch their living kin, unseen and unheard, and forgotten. And being forgotten made them bitter, and they returned to the Neverborn with that bitterness at being abandoned and becoming little more than dreams for the dead god.

In that bitterness, these spirits wandered closer to the heart of oblivion, and there they howled their grievances for the Neverborn to hear and stir to action. And thus rose, to walk among the ghosts, the Black Man in White, pacing out of the closed Eye of Eternity and sleepwalking into the ether, this physical and immaterial form of the Neverborn, with an entourage of enraptured spirits chanting and swaying to his lazy tune, walked besides the world, the pressure of its non-being calling the living not only to remember their dead and to honor them as they saw fit, but also to do so as soon as and if at all possible, on supersticion of their cold presence haunting them for life.

Thus did the dead receive their honors.

1 AP: Create Concept: Funeral Rites. The Living must honor and remember their dead. And in so doing honor unknowingly the recipient of the dead.

Niezck

2011-08-26, 08:05 PM

The Great Deep

As the steam rose higher, enhanced by the divine essence of the sun, it began to take shape. Cooling but not freezing in the absence of heat the void afforded, it took the shape of an amorphous blob - no shape at all really.

As it floated, it thought. It thought and it was. It was and it would therefore be. As the other newborn gods had experienced, within a flash it was a divine vessel, capable of great deeds. Mere milliseconds ago it was no more than divinely infused water.

As it thought, its form took a true shape. It peered upon the world below and viewed the gnomes - simple, yet ineffective. It looked further and saw the ratfolk - primal and unworthy. This world was boring and the shapes upon it inadaquete, so Athrala chose a new shape - similar to the gnomes, yet larger, a longer torso and thicker arms. The humanoid features of his new face washed away as he decided against them. As his body morphed and changed, he retained a continuous form though beneath the surface his innards swirled and whipped around the ordered exterior, a vast torrent of divine water.

This (http://media.photobucket.com/image/water%20elemental%20D%2526D/prodigyduck/WaterElemental-WoW.jpg) minus armbands and the head/shoulder/wrist extrusions.

Pleased with his form, he gazed once more upon the world below and saw it incomplete.

The land is rich and populated while the waters below lie untouched and unguided? This cannot be.

With that thought, the oceans filled. Plants and fish of infinite variety and quantity sprawled across the endless oceans. Though vast in number, the life created was insignificant in the grand scheme, unable to think or act intelligently, though perfect for use by others.

To this end, Athrala reached into the minds of the very first people below and gave them a gift, the first of many by the Lord of Tides - the gift of hunting his sea creatures for food. While perhaps barbaric to gift creatures with the ability to hunt your own children, Athrala knew it necessary to provide for the intelligent races. So long as they keep to moderation, the fish will replenish and the seas will remain in ordered balance.

However, there will be those who seek to disturb this balance and that cannot be allowed. Balance must be kept at all costs. The Inevitable Tide called upon the water below to coalesce, collect, order itself, protect itself. The ocean obeyed. Taking the form of its instructor, the ocean gazed up at the god above and understood all - it split. Smaller, less significant creations were born in the waters - Water Titans. Larger than any creature yet made and inherently powerful, gifted with mastery over the water of the world and durability to the point of immortality. These Water Titans were his true children, the guardians of the seas and servants of Athrala.

The Deep Below instructed his new servants to protect, guide and above all ensure that the waters remain in balance. Should this balance ever fail, the effects would be wide-reaching indeed, they are even to sacrifice their lives if necessary to ensure it is maintained. Gifted with knowledge, life and power, the Water Titans began living their existence below.

Alter Land (Seabed) - 1 AP
Create Concept (Fishing) - 1 AP
Create Life (Water Titans) - 3 AP
Form Organization (Oceanic Guardians) - 2 AP

AP 0 = 7-1-1-3-2

sneakattack23

2011-08-26, 11:04 PM

Amongst the blackness of sleep, there came a light. A light as bright as a thousand suns. And Inu awoke. He looked up,and saw a brightness above him. As he grew closer he saw the hustle and bustle of a growing world. He wanted to join that world, to be part of the light. He sped towards, but was thrown down at the last instant. He tried again and again, only to fail. He saw a darkness in the distance, and knew that this one was like him, but different. He knew that this one had brought about his being. And he knew that for this, he would punish it.

For if the puny things above would let him into otheir world, he would make his own, and bring them to it. And he would make them pay. At night he would come for them, as they dreamed, just as his creator dreamed, and he would show them a kand of wonders. And a land of utmost terror. And so he wove this land, in replica of the prime material, but different... wrong. For this world was changing, fading in and out of existence as one looked. But Inu enjoyed it. And during the night, he brought the spirits of those little men and rats, and tortured them. And he saw that he could look into their minds, and he saw those like him. He could shape them, control them to his his will.

He could make them suffer. He could make them pay.

AP=7 7-2(Weave Plane: THe dreamlands)-3(Infuse Plane: The Dreamlands)

Selinia

2011-08-27, 12:16 AM

Resound and Shout

The [Sentients] were progressing. They were not, as the Vault had vaguely expected them too, going away. They were joining together, creating cacophonous knots of Fate that forced extensive re-patterning of entire thread sectors. The Vault did its best to maintain acceptable Resonance levels, but it simply wasn't enough. It couldn't shore up the sequences and still have enough open processing cycles to keep rebuilding new threads for the ones that did veer off course.

It needed help. So, with a desperation that was becoming uncomfortably familiar, Fortune itself took a gamble.

[Command. Resonance force, manifest.]
[Target. Draw sectors 22749/Alpha through 55436/Delta]
[Command. Induce energy overload in drawn sectors.]
[Command. Begin shaping sequence.]
[Recommendation. Neighboring sectors, evacuate all non-critical cycles.]
[Recommendation. Critical cycles, ensure proper designation of replacements.]
[Command. Initiate final-stage shaping.]
[Command. Initiate sequence designation {Farsight}.]

With a furious blazing of light, the Vault of Fates poured energy into a being forged of the stuff of the future itself...

OOC: Into for Dragon.

Also, since its becoming rather relevant...
On the Nature of Fate

Fate is a powerful force, and affects all entities capable of action save for the gods themselves. However, what is commonly thought of as one guiding hand is in truth better measured as two constantly-opposed forces vying for supremacy over the world.

Strictly speaking the force most people think of as 'Fate' is only one half - that of Resonance. Resonance can be thought of as the 'proper path' - upon the genesis (usually birth, but sometimes something else - say, the animation of a corpse or first activation of a golem) of an Active Force (or more simply, Actor), a Resonance Thread is generated. When once looks into the Vault of Fates and sees the countless trails of light weaving and bending through the massive chamber, what they are looking are the Resonance Threads of various beings.

A Resonance Thread chronicles every action that an Actor will take until their termination (usually this is death, but some Actors remain on their Thread even after they perish). Most threads cross with countless others along their length, in an impossibly intricate web. Now, if Resonance were the only force of Fate, all Actors would proceed along their designated tracks without deviation.

However, there is an opposing force - Dissonance. Dissonance is a collective term for the various forms of destructive interference that disrupt Resonance Threads. Sentience is the largest source of Dissonance - a mind is capable of making highly unpredictable choices, and sometimes these choices can clash jarringly with the ones that 'should' be made. Other forms of Dissonance include divine interference and the blind chance of non-Actor objects (such as weather, or even the falling of dice). Even simply interacting with a high-dissonance Actor can meddle with a Thread that otherwise have been undisturbed.

The Vault of Fates abhors large buildups of Dissonance, and generally tries to correct them when able by making minor adjustments to surrounding Threads. This is why 'fighting fate' can result in a feeling akin to being railroaded - the rouge Actor is assaulted by countless tiny happenings that attempt to steer them back on course. If the Dissonance is great and persistent enough however, the Vault will yield and Restructure that Actor's Resonance Thread to accommodate their new path. This is done not because of any sympathy for the Actor's cause, but simply because the Dissonance has reached the point that correcting it would cause effects worse than letting it take an alternate course. Of course, not all Threads are equal. Some Resonance Threads are extremely resilient to Dissonant interference, while others can shift seemingly at the flap of a butterfly's wings.

Whatever its course, Fate does not like being viewed by or interfered with by Mortals. Any Actor that somehow enters the Vault itself is immediately obliterated, as the Vault deems the termination of such a deeply Dissonant Thread preferable to the problems they will surly cause if allowed a chance to mess with fate hands-on. The penalties for fortune-telling or other such oracular activities that operate by consulting Resonance Threads are less severe, but are always draining in some way.

Lastly, it is worth noting that a terminated Actor's Resonance Thread remains even after they have long since stopped acting. It acts as something akin to a flawed recording - displaying the existence the Actor was intended to lead. These Threads are much easier to access than 'active' ones, and lack the grievous repercussions that consulting a active Thread brings.

This is by no means a complete manual for the workings of Fate - there are numerous quirks and anomalies not covered here. But it should illustrate the basic mechanic behind how it works.

omnitricks

2011-08-27, 01:35 AM

[Statement. Unit-Function {Tasrin}, you appear to be functioning outside your functional capacities.]
Suddenly a very familiar rush got into Tarsin's head. It was a lot like the old days. Was that the Vault? "What was that? Didn't I just ditch you boring people? I am my own person now."

[Query. We don't suppose you'd take a moment to try and attempt to evict the anomalously large rodent?]
Evict? It just beat the caretaker. And obviously the caretaker is stronger than Tarsin. Time to make a random excuse to not do the work. "The large rodent just beat you. Winners are supposed to be able to do whatever they want."

[Pleading tone. It is causing some rather serious issues with fortune calculations]
Tarsin made a loud laugh "Hahaha! And why would I care about fortune calculations? I hate those things. Its so much work!"

[Offer. We would be willing to recognize you as Auxiliary Caretaker upon your success.]
"Auxiliary Caretaker? Hmmmm... means I would have less work than last time." Tarsin was thinking a little more about what this means. And he would have access to the resources of the Vault too. Nice.

[Appeal to interest. You could think of it as a bet.]
A bet? A bet goes both ways. Well, maybe if Tarsin lost to the rat he might die too. Brrrrrrr. Yeah that might be his stake. And if he did win the rat, it just means that he was a lot better than the caretaker. Hah!

Tarsin went back to the moon. A place he was familiar with all too well. And in there he looked for the rat. Finding her giving birth. A large litter of rats and rat...people? The caretaker is not going to like this a lot.

Now how was he going to get rid of this rat... Hmmmm... Tarsin browsed through his memory banks again. One of the things rats were really afraid of was cats right? *BZZT!* Tarsin took on the form of a cat and headed up to the rat mother. Most of the rats which saw him started to run and give him enough room. "Meowwwww... Would you like to leave my house or do I have to make you leave?" Tarsin flailed his paws a little bit and opened his jaw to scare off the rats.

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-27, 01:41 AM

The birth, maybe

Inside the moon a shape formed, it vaguely resembled the [Sentients] that the Vault was having such trouble with.
Hey! I'm missing TV for this. Wait has TV been invented yet? Or even technology? I should get to work on that... I think I'm forgetting something. Oh right, being created.
With that the vaguely gnomish form solidified into a full-fledged God. He was looked like a taller, less compact version of a Gnome.

"Why are those Threads not filed under subroutine #50726? And where are the Weavers? Wait, hang on, just created. sorry. File Threads 170-285 under Subroutine #2845, Create Subroutines #1,000,733 on dealing with new [Sentients] codename [Humans] and Subroutine #1,000,734 to create Holding Bays for the inactive Threads instead of jettisoning them. Oh and while you at it, Subroutine #1,000,735 on dealing with another [Sentient], codename [Ratfolk]."
Giant Gnomes suddenly appear from nowhere, bursting into motion, cutting connections, dragging Threads around and generally cleaning up the Threads of Fate.

AP7 -1 (Create Race: Humans) Humans are taller than Gnomes, but smaller than Water Titans. They live on the Moon where they tend the Threads of Fate, making sure things don't go horribly wrong. Due to their intimate interaction with the fates of people they absorb some of their skills, they become quite skilled and inventive from this.
AP6 -1 (Bless: Fateless) As long as the Humans remain on the Moon they do not have Threads and aren't killed by the Vault for being there. But should they ever leave they lose the benefit of this forever.
Ap5

Shmee

2011-08-27, 01:48 AM

Skizziks - The Moon

The Rat goddess turns at the weird creature now threatening her and her children. Immediately her fur begins to stand on the edge as she once again begins foaming from the mouth.

"Fool-fool! This place mine! I won-took it from Talks-To-Self! You leave-go!"

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-27, 01:54 AM

"Talks-To-Self as you call her owns this place no more. She may have been it's maker but she has abandoned her duties. I own this place now and I would also like you to vacate the premises or I'll call... wait he doesn't exist yet does he. Man this past stuff is confusing, I can't wait till all those other guys come over here. Anyway, leave now before I decide I have a quarrel with you."
Harbinger appears beside Tarsin, his arms folded.

Shmee

2011-08-27, 02:05 AM

-Skizziks- Being ganked

Pointing at Tarsin in cat-form she says "Foolish fool of a fool-fool! This ugly thing also claims-says this place is also his burrow... make up your mind between you two if you are going to make lies-fibs about who owns this place!"

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-27, 02:07 AM

"I own it. We both live here. As does the Humans who care for the Threads."

omnitricks

2011-08-27, 02:13 AM

Who is Talks-To-Self? Tasrin had no records of that. Oh wait the rat must have been referring to the caretaker. Sigh Tarsin did not want to fight. Fighting is bad. Fighting hurts. Fighting can get you killed. Its always better to get another person to fight.

Yeek! Some voice suddenly came from behind. Oh well, Tarsin was not asked by the caretaker. He was asked by the Vault itself so whoever that was behind him which claims to own the moon now is not his concern. But Tarsin did not know whether this new person was a friend of enemy.

He turned his head to watch as the pair argued. Noticing that there was new group of humans. Are they part of his group then? Good. He will make use of his new friend and his followers. "Yes, we all live here. And if you don't leave now you might be in a lot of trouble!" Growling and opening his jaw like a predatory cat would.

Shmee

2011-08-27, 02:15 AM

Skizziks, the Moon

Skizziks looks around at the two confronting her. Perhaps she could take on one... but the chance of taking on two were slim. Baring her fangs she does what any Rat would do in such a situation. Runs away!

Opening her jaws, Skizziks begins to eat her way deeper into the moon in order to get away at an extraordinarily fast rate.

omnitricks

2011-08-27, 02:29 AM

Hahaha! Foolish rodent. Now you know that you cannot take on ALL of us. So run. Run and leave the moon! No wait. Why is it going in deeper?

If it gets deeper and makes a foothold of its own, it would be hard to get rid of it. "After it! Before it takes up permanent residence and becomes our roommate." Tarsin cried out, pouncing after the rat. Urging his friend and creations to follow and take up the chase as well.

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-27, 02:34 AM

"Wait, when is this? I was just sitting down with a couple friends for some Gods&Genies. I think. Why is Skizzy eating the Moon?"

Why yes, I did just make a D&D reference :smalltongue:

Shmee

2011-08-27, 02:38 AM

Watch out, she's getting away!

While the pair are busy talking, Skizziks is busier still, as she continues to feverishly dig and begins to distance herself from the ones who are threatening her.

omnitricks

2011-08-27, 02:45 AM

"Gah! I am not even part of the program anymore so why am I doing all the work?!?" Tarsin yelled as he went down the hole. At least it was easy enough to follow the rat. It was just one longgggg tunnel to who knows where. Tarsin did not even know if his companion was following behind since it was only wide enough for one. But he still shouted as he was following. Anyone in or around the tunnel could hear him. "Hurry! Hurry! Lets get this rodent out of the Moon so I can get on to doing more fun things!"

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-27, 02:49 AM

"You are doing it because a little work now means a lot less work later. And unless you mess that up, then I predict little work involving the general upkeep of the Vault."

Shmee

2011-08-27, 03:39 AM

The Rat Trap

As Tasrin, Jespon and anyone else brave enough to enter the hole dug by the Rat goddess begin to make their way, they would notice that Skizziks had a huge head start, as the tunnel is already long and dark. They can't help but notice a nauseating stench emanating from the entire place, while on the Moon itself this stench was faint, down the hole, it was almost overbearing, as it reeked of sickness and corruption.

As the group makes it way down, they notice that the tunnel breaks off into two directions, one heading to the right, and the other to the left. How had Skizziks managed to dig her tunnel that way? And more importantly, which way did she go? Only the Great Matriarch herself knew. In the distance the sound of soft paws scurrying could be heard echoing around... but even if they should follow it... the gods would find themselves deeper until once again they find their path splitting up... this time in four different directions, while a few hundred metres down the dark tunnel, they would notice that it now splits up into eight different tunnels, some bigger some smaller, while the scurrying sound could be heard no longer. The gods were left in an endless maze of tunnels as Skizziks springs her trap when she lured her pursuers down the endless and complex labyrinth known as "The Burrow."

AP3= 5-2: Weave Plane: The Burrow

Dug by the Great Skizziks herself, the Burrow is directly connected to the Moon via several holes all over the place. All around the Rat goddess' plane are her various vile nests where she can give birth to her foul brood. All over the tunnels, a vile goo-ish substance can be seen flowing as rivers do. Touching it would not be advisable, as these rivers are in fact the after-birth filth of Skizziks' non-stop child-bearing. The length of the labyrinth spans across the entire plane, and no one, save Skizziks herself, knows the paths... not even the rats who will eventually come to live there. To make things worse, anyone trying to teleport or create a portal would find themselves teleported to a random location deeper within the Burrow (that would defeat the entire purpose of this place wouldn't it?)

Meanwhile, gasping with exhaustion at the feat which she just undertook, Skizziks curses as she exits one of the holes, returning her to the Moon.

"Foolish-ugly things! I teach-learn them a good lesson!"

All of a sudden however, her stomach begins to growl. Indeed any time Skizziks was forced to exert her divine powers, her voracious appetite would increase several times fold. Fortunately for her, she realized all around the Moon were ugly pink hairless creatures. Licking her lips hungrily, she walks up to one of those creatures called "Humans" and picking one up, shoves it greedily down her maw.

After taking a few moments to consider the flavour, she found that these "Humans" were rather tasty indeed. Eyeing maliciously the others who saw this monstrous creature devour one of their own kind, the Rat goddess begins a trend of Rats hunting Humans. Indeed, it was not uncommon that once in a while, creatures who lived on the moon would mysteriously disappear. Naturally this would coincide with Skizziks' appetite.

omnitricks

2011-08-27, 03:58 AM

Urk. This place was disgusting. DISGUSTING! Nothing...nothing is worth having to chase a rat just to get it out of the moon. Tarsin followed the sounds of the rat going through the tunnel until he could hear it no more. Was his companion following him or did they already split up? Its alright. Tarsin was not a happy person. Shouting out "Thats it! I'm heading back."

Tarsin left the tunnels, heading going back to the entrance. Following the tunnels he already passed through. They all looked the same so if he was lucky he would actually be able to find the way out. By the time he finally got out if he ever did, he would be greeted by the sounds of chaotic screaming of the humans. Not like he cared anyway. Just moving casually and on his own time.

Stupid rat. He will have his revenge. Plotting his plans as he walked on. Maybe...just maybe...there is a weakness to it. He only needed to think what.

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-27, 04:00 AM

"Hey, I remember this. It took me a week to get out. Well not this time. Or last time. Being prophetic is hard. Anyway Tasrin, the exit is this way."
Jespon leads Tasrin out.
The second he exits the tunnels he disappears, teleporting to the Rat Queen.

"NEVER! Eat one of my Humans. Ever."
Harbinger places a single finger on Skizziks forehead and a billion images of the future bombard her head, blasting her backwards from the sheer psychic force.

Shmee

2011-08-27, 04:25 AM

Skizziks, in combat... again

Skizziks busy eating looks up as Jespon places a finger on her forehead and in an instant sees images from the future. While this may have killed an inferior being, Skizziks was something far greater.

As the images pour into her mind, for a moment, she lets out a malicious grin as she is granted the ability to see into the future. She watches a future where the Ratfolk race have subjugated the entire world under their iron paws as of course is the only logical conclusion, what them being the master race. However it was not her visions of future conquests that caused her to grin... oh no. Within the billions of images, Skizziks was able to spot the one she wanted... the vision which shows what would happen within the next few moments.

As she is thrown back, she opens her mouth and shoves a paw down her throat causing her to vomit violently straight into Jespon's face. As he rubs vile bits of Human flesh and who knows what else from his eyes, all of a sudden he feels a massive blow as Skizziks launches a massive attack with her tail, followed by her vicious claws as she starts to shred Jespon's face and bites deeply into his body.

Having vanquished him, she throws him away as she roars "Foolish-fool! If fight-beat me you want... don't look-show me what will happen in the next few minutes!"

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-27, 04:32 AM

"Here is the thing about Fate. It doesn't affect Gods."
Harbinger says as he punches the Queen in the face.

Shmee

2011-08-27, 04:36 AM

"Yours will still be the same none the less! Die-kill!" she screeches as she locks her jaw on Jespon's throat and begins to messily tear it out, greedily eating the bits of divine flesh and blood as it enters her mouth.

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-27, 05:05 AM

"AAGH! Bad rat!"
Jespon pushes the rat away, disappearing in a flash.

Outside Time a block springs out, forming into a gleaming metal laboratory.
Inside the lab is several blueprints, half-built prototypes and half a flying saucer (don't ask). This Lab is Endless (or essentially) and it is to this Jespon appears.
Man it is good to be back here for the first time. Now where did I leave that revolver? Ah, here it is
Harbinger grabs a solid gold revolver and leaves his Domain.

Reappearing in front of the Rat, Jespon points the Divinely-Crafted Gun at the Rat.
"Don't you love the technology the future holds?"
He says as he fires a bullet surrounded by a brilliant ray of light.

AP5 -2 (Weave Plane: The Endless Laboratory) A modern-day lab polished to a gleam and littered with almost-finished inventions, some still in blueprint form.

omnitricks

2011-08-27, 05:17 AM

Poof! Bye-bye! Tarsin's new friend disappeared even before Tarsin got to know his name or say thanks for leading him out. Oh well. Tarsin just walked on to the sounds of the screaming to see what was going on. By the time he reached there, he was the humans running and screaming all over. In the middle of it all was the rat screaming in victory over his defeated friend. How did he get here so fast?

The chances of Tarsin beating the rat looked slim. And while they were distracted, he went up to the Vault's central control program. "You want to get rid of the rat you better help me." and Tarsin went in through the familiar pathways of information of the Vault until he found what he wanted.

[Divert resources from original process Tarsin into selected task...?]
[Yes.]
[Affirmative. Building makeup. Cat Sentient...!]

The Resonance Threads of cats and humans were used as the examples that Tarsin needed. The basic strands were collected, analyzed and weaved in order to bring the best form which would fit this scenario.

Tarsin's cat form started to change. Growing bigger and broader. His fur started growing out more. Bushy and messy like a feral creature. If he was to take on these new breed of rats he needed to be equally ferocious. paws and claws elongated to a clawed finger to have the advantage of humans to use tools yet retaining the natural weapons. Legs grew longer and broader. To be able to support the cat's new mass and body but still springy enough for agility. More of this changes happened. To make an ideal breed between the adaptive humans and the natural enemies of rats. Thus, the base of the catfolk was born.

But something else unforeseen happened. The fates did something to suit Tarsin's new form. Dissonance, the dread of the Vault took advantage of this new creation. Inserting itself. The catfolk should they ever come into being would have immensely strong luck. And in all they would do they can nudge the resonance threads of being to bring forth changes with disonance. Though whether these changes would benefit them or not is all up to luck itself. Dissonance in their defiance to the vault have interfered again to irritate it more.

Tarsin didn't know this though. For him the form was important. Even he was unaware of the capabilities of his new creation. No time left. He kept the details of his creations hidden in the Vault's vast memory. Probably in somewhere only he knew when he was still part of the program under [Tarsin: Cat] With that done he left to aid his friend.

He saw the rat roaring in victory and about to give the killing blow. It was time to act. The cat's padded feet was able to give him a stealthy advance but it was not the time for this now. He had to stop the rat! Halfway through he leapt and roared to get the rat's attention. "Meorawr!" and swiped his claws at it. Oh wait there was the gun too. With the both of them the rat did not stand a chance.

4AP - Create Life (3AP): Catfolk. Retaining the natural abilities of the cat and having humanoid features. These cats have strong luck and can manipulate it as well. While that may sound good it means bad luck is worse off for them. Everything is up to fate and dissonance for this.

Shmee

2011-08-27, 05:17 AM

Skizzks just stands stills as the ray of light hits her. She looks down at the spot where it hit, and then back at Jespon, the frown on her face saying it all that the Ratty goddess considered him at this moment the most stupidest person in the entire universe if he thought that this silly contraption could do anything more but annoy a divinity.

All of a sudden her face contorts again as she once again rushes to the attack. With a mighty bite, her fangs shut as she makes a short meal out of Jespon's weird contraption, and with her mighty tail, swings it, launching her opponent into the void, and sending him hurdling away.

"Foolish fool-fool of a fool! Knowledge of the future doesn't mean you know how to use it! Now begone-go! This place is mine-mine!"

Turning away victorious, Skizziks resumes wrecking chaos across the moon as she continues to hunt down those tasty Humans. The more she had to deal with Jespon, the greater appetite she would have for those hairless things.

However, in her hunger she did not notice Tarsin, taking advantage of the situation until it was too late, and took his claws to her abdomen. Although weakened from her continuous battles, Skizziks was now one on one against Tarsin... and once again she lunges at him, intending to claw his face off.

omnitricks

2011-08-27, 05:33 AM

"GET! OUT! OF! MY! MOON!" Tarsin yelled pressing the advantage. When the rat lunged Tarsin ducked and started swiping his claws at the rat again. He did not really want to fight off the rat. It will be too much work. So he just aimed to hit the rat enough to just nick and nip a little blood out of it to drive it off. If it should run he will give the chase of the rat all the way to the entrance.

"I will eat you, a tasty meal out of you." Tarsin added. Licking his lips while he looked at the rat. Just for good measure to play on its fears and scare it off. He might be getting into the role too much. His body was getting more and more hungry as well as he looked at the rat.

Shmee

2011-08-27, 05:51 AM

Skizziks had hoped that now that it was a case of one-on-one she would come out victorious. Unfortunately, she was now cornered...well... like a rat, and she was smart enough to know that she could not win this one. Still baring her fangs while foaming from the mouth, her natural instincts told her to run away.

"This place-burrow is yours... for now. But one day... this place will belong to me-mine! Until then I hope-wish your entrails get gnawed upon!"

And acting quickly she begins to dig a new hole to the Burrow, making good her escape and scurrying along the tunnels furiously. The Moon-dwellers had made a dangerous enemy, and the rat infestation of the Moon was far from over.

omnitricks

2011-08-27, 06:06 AM

Somehow Tarsin won. Using the rat's natural enemy was a good idea. And that race it birth...these ratfolk seemed dangerous. Tarsin would have to study them closer to decide on his next course of action. But one thing for sure is that he definitely will not go back into that labyrinth. If not for his friend he would be hopelessly lost. Where is his friend anyway? Did he die?

But now Tarsin has the spoils of the fight. The Moon! By the rat's logic that means that Tarsin as the winner the Moon is his. And he could be even more powerful than the caretaker herself. Tarsin was happy. He had gotten so much.

"Hey you!" Tarsin shouted at the vault. "I got rid of your rat problem for you for now and got control of the moon. I am sure a reward is in order?" Well the title of Auxiliary sounded good enough but Tarsin was sure it was just a way to sucker him into doing more free work. Meh, having the moon was more work anyway so he ended up giving back control of it regardless.

But Tarsin had no idea where the rats were hiding out. Oh wait! There was that cheese staff. If they still had it then Tarsin can follow it to them. And so Tarsin left the moon to follow the staff hoping to find the rat people as well to get an idea of what he should do. Unless of course he can find his new friend first.

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-27, 06:24 AM

"Congratulations on the title of Auxillary Caretaker, Tarsin. You will like that. Trust me, I know. Have I introduced myself this early? Anyway, I am Caretaker Jespon, otherwise known as Harbinger, otherwise known as the Inventor."
Jespon floating along next to Tarsin
"To the City of Rats Vegas! Or whatever they call it. Personally I think they should have called this one Vegas and not that other one. Oh well."

omnitricks

2011-08-27, 06:49 AM

"Caretaker...Jespon? You're not the caretaker!" When Tarsin was around, it was unmistakable that the caretaker was the one who lost to the rat initially. And if that was true, what does that even make Jespon?

"Well do you know where are these rats then?" Jespon is mad. What the heck was Vegas? Tarsin was having a little second thoughts about following this one. But what the heck. Life is no fun with out a little excitement once in a while.

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-27, 06:59 AM

"I was created by the Vault to be the caretaker because Siofra, the Vault's Creator was running off from her duties and it was harming life. Unfortunately, due to it's influence I see many different points in time, sometimes jumping in perspective to other times.
Oh and the Rats should be over that way."
Jespon leads Tarsin in the general direction of the Rats

omnitricks

2011-08-27, 07:29 AM

"Created." Poor Jespon, he is a slave to the Vault now. Lucky Tarsin was able to break himself a bit eventhough the Vault can still send those annoying messages into his head. Oh well, whether or not the Vault recognizes Jespon as the caretaker it does not affect Tarsin. The proper caretaker as far as he can see is of course, the creator.

"That way huh?" Tarsin just followed Jespon as he led the way. But on the way he sensed something familiar at that direction. Hmmm...what could it be...

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-27, 07:44 AM

"Yes, this way. Where are we going again? When am I? Are we going to meet the Creator? I think I remember seeing her just after this. To Siofra!"
With that He changes direction, heading towards the Sun, where Siofra was last.

omnitricks

2011-08-27, 07:56 AM

"The creator? What for? We still have to see how this rat problems turn out."

Tarsin was not sure if his words reached Jespon and now he was more confused more than ever. What was up with him? The Vault must have been really mad to make him a caretaker.

So now Tarsin was staring at the direction of the rat people as Jespon said they would be and then looking back at Jespon flying up to the sun. Tarsin was going to have to think on what his next course of action is. Or better yet he should go back and rest. After fighting with that rat that might be a good idea too.

planswalker

2011-08-27, 09:00 AM

So like, MORE-tals, amirite?

"Yep, yep!" Siofra nodded happily. "I was thinking the same thing. Maybe you're not as silly as you looked like you were. I bet its because you have a face now! Yep." More nodding.

"Anyway, someone is in my house right now, and I don't want to go mess with that. Sooo~ooo... you first! Um, I just recommend paying a little more attention to detail than you did with your face. I think that the itty-bitty people are kinda delicate. They stop doing stuff if things go wrong, and that's boooring."

"Then watch as I create."

Birth of Life - The Solar way

At the Well of Life at the center of the Eye of Etu, the waters began to boil, and out of the roiling mess of motion and life, beings began to emerge. Compared to the other mortal life on the world so far, these beings were enormous, five times the height of a gnome and many more times the weight. They were powerfully built, and possessed cunning wit. Great golden brown hides covered their muscular frames and sloped backs.Pure white ivory tusks framed their agile, thick trunks. Their small blue eyes hid the potential for great wisdom. They looked up, and the warmth of the sun shone upon them. They looked to the golden peaks, and saw that it was good to settle there, for it was nearer to the sun. The first Loxo saw the land, and it was good to their eyes.

Etu was pleased with their forms, for they were mighty indeed. In the thoughts of each of them, he whispered. "You are the firstborn children of Etu, and to you I charge the care of the land. Protect the Golden Peaks and the Well of Life, for the first is your home and the latter is your birthplace. From you I will make other peoples, who will aid you and give you strength. For now, go forth and multiply, filling the land that I have given you."

Each of the mighty Loxo went their own way, forming groups no bigger than a single family as they dispersed throughout the mountains and foothills of the Golden Peaks. For now, theirs was a simple life.

Etu ap: 1=3-2(create life, mr2)

Linky to a picture. Just change the color of the hide and eyes, and remove the evil glare. (http://www.plasticrypt.com/bestiary/images/thumb/8/8a/Thaskor.jpg/360px-Thaskor.jpg)

Tebryn

2011-08-27, 09:02 AM

Magic in all it's forms flow forth from the Sarosh, the river all those who can touch the power of the Triple Lord is not a figurative method to explain the force they wield but a literal way to convey that which only those who have seen it can convey. The prismatic flood of energy that drips down from the massive Cauldron comes in many forms but each is merely a facet of that which is the life blood of it's creator. Mind magic, the divine, the thrum of cicade in the forests and the mighty forces of the elemental magics come from and are all truly the same. They are only divided for the power that magic is cannot be fully held in simple mortal bodies. They must be sectioned off least the cosmic energies burn their bodies to dust.

Magic may be wonderful but it's power is not only the power of the flood, but the power of the wielder. One must trust fully in his or her ability to grasp that rushing torrent. Grasp to weak and you will drown. Grasp to hard and you will cut off the flow forever. It is a razor thin bridge one must move across which grows thinner or thicker the more you wish to consume. A feast of fire, a draught of downfall yet a meal of might. The songs below are the four sections all mages understand, taught by those older and wiser than themselves in the ways of the Sarosh.

The Songs of Magic: Stanza One- Song of the Seas and Valleys

The heavens roared and o' the heavens roared
And the drowning of a nation commenced
But now no wave impedes or flows
When the red rose paled
Lay a thousand graves many more
Though their ghosts still haunt
For the day we've come to live for

Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the over flow
Pockets full of stones

Wipe the blood from your lip
With the flesh of your hand
There's no thorn in the side left to grow
So let's cherish the names that were lost for our age
With the ruin now the suffer must go
Where traditions they blend, lives a home on the mend
The grass glistens now for all sides
So let's sever the shame
We have come to reclaim with the water's retreat
Feel the shore

Rip the grief from its' heart
There's no sorrow tonight
For now once banished dreams sleep divine
Where the silence you hear is the prosper we share
The only blade is a razor sharp smile

'Cause they took your loved ones
But returned them in exchange for you
But would you have it any other way?
Would you have it any other way?
You could have had it any other way

Still a church bell rings
To collect the sins that still roam
But the only thing lost is the pain
When nothing was more

Grab the leaf of the branch
From the tree in its' ground
Where these roots claim the earth many toiled
To a land that now stands
Under no one's command
And her beauty let no man destroy
And the damage it's done
The last drop has been split
For you and I
Let there be no despair
For the gloom we once shared
Brush the tear from the eye that still shines

'Cause she's a crueller mistress
And the bargain must be made
But oh, my love, don't forget me
I let the water take me
Don't look back for what's dead now is saved
The exiled are home where their souls were kept safe

And oh poor Belak,
The world's a beast of burden
You've been holding on a long time
And all this longing
And the shields are left to rust
That's what the water gave us

Time it took us
To where the water was
That's what the water gave me
And time goes quicker
Between the two of us
Oh, my love, don't forsake me
Take what the water gave me

Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stones

Songs of Magic: Stanza Two- The Song of the Mind Unsung

I am one with the world tonight.
I am proud to be this far from you.
I run this world alone
I want to go far further
I don't mind if you ask me once

A song stuck in my mind
are you feeling alright?
You say that you have no regrets,
but I know that you do.
You told me someone stole the eye.
I know him too.

Discover me like emptiness
Try to remove obstacles as they appear" my master said
Don't look too far, you'll stumble before you're even there

You could never stand the middle
You claim that you are innocent
You think that you're going to be saved
You push me out, I feel far

I leave all of the grey behind.
I see clear, I know that I’ll find.
I bank other options, make this picture distant
I blur you into the never
I’ve come to the conclusion - yes, I know.

Songs of Magic: Stanza Three- Bride of Sun and Moon, Daughter of Oak, Wife of Flowers

One pleasant summer's morning when all the flowers were springing
Nature was adorning and the wee birds sweetly singing
The trees, they grow high, and the leaves, they do grow green
He's young but he's daily growing
I hope the day will surely come when we'll join hands together

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness the world became

I took the stars from the boughs of your heart, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by the worlds embrace

Thick roots like velvet
Sun like gold
Shadows are silk in my gown strung up by spiders
Decay is thick, the perfume of my love
I bed myself down in leaves of oak

The darkness is no home to you
But the wedding bells roll like thunder
And lightning like rice flies through the air
Gentle breezes the claps of well wishers
I am the bride of the world
My power, my purity, my all

Darkness, darkness
Be my pillow
Take my head
And let me sleep
In the coolness of your shadow
In the silence of your deep

Take away, oh, this pain of knowing
Fill this emptiness with light, now
Emptiness with light, now
Be my blanket
Cover me with this endless night

Songs of Magic- Stanza Four- Reconcile Your Doubts in the Crucible of Faith

Come ride with me through the veins of history
I'll show you a God who falls asleep on the job
How can we win when fools can be kings?
No one's going to take me alive
The time has come to make things right

Sing for absolution
I will be singing
Falling from your grace
Our wrongs remain un-rectified
And our souls won't be exhumed

I just wanted to hold you in my arms
Far away from your memories
Of the people who care if I live or die
Eerie whispers trapped beneath my pillow
They won't let me sleep
With the Gods stolen memories

It scares the hell out of me and the end is all I can see
I know you've suffered but I don't want you to hide
It's cold and loveless but I won't let you be denied
No chance for redemption, Awakened in remorse
The feeling agony within, darkest thoughts within the mind
Now subside

I know the shame in your defeat
But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
I will not fall for once more I'm called
Time comes for all when dark is whole

I will not speak of your sin for there is a way out for him
The mirror shows not for your values are not shot
But oh, our heart are flawed, I knew my weakness
So hold my hand, subscribe me not to darkness

In the middle of the night, I may watch you go
There'll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
But I'll be yours if you'll be mine

But love the one you hold
And I'll be your goal
To have and to hold
A lover of the light

Selinia

2011-08-27, 05:22 PM

But what happened to the mouse?

"Ooooohhhh... pretty." She meant it too. There was a smooth elegance to the creation of the Loxos. She considered poking one, but figured that such a thing might not be the best of ideas. Last time she had poked something, it had gotten mad. And besides, they weren't even really that cute to begin with.

"Milady?"

The voice shook her from her observational trance, and Siofra looked aside at the blue-tinted crystal. "Mmmhmm?" She was having an idea! Ideas were fun.

"It seems someone has taken care of the rat problem."
"Stealing my fight..."
"Perhaps we can get out of the Void now?"

That was interesting! Her idea could wait. It wasn't done yet anyway. The goddess drifted slightly into the void as she prepared to launch herself back home. But something ratcheted her attention away once again - someone, rather, that appeared to be traveling the Void in their own right. She looked curiously at it. She'd thought maybe that there were others up here, but The Almighty Lightbulb had been the only one she'd really been able to talk to so far.

Whoever it was seemed to be approaching. Since the obvious conclusion was that they wanted to talk to her, Siofra did the only polite thing that could be done. Bolting through the emptiness to meet Jespon halfway, she screeched to a halt and extended a hand. "Hellooo~ooo! Who're you?" Obviously, he would know who she was. The figure at least had a face. It even looked a little like hers - obviously, this person had good taste.

Registry, Set

[Statement. That was fine work. As promised, your promotion.]
[Command. System access unlocked.]
[Command. Designate recipient; Subroutine {Tasrin}.]
[Statement. Auxiliary Caretaker recipient accepted. Connection open.]
[Request. Please forge confirmation link. Finalization pending...]

The short sequence shuttled into the gambler's mind. He could feel a buildup of energy around him in the heavily-damaged Moon, even as Skizziks fled like... well, a rat from a cat. All he had to reach out touch it, and the Moon would lend him its power... and of course, the other way around as well.

OOC: Actions~

AP: 0 + 3 (Rollover) + 3 (Rollover) - 2 (Form Pantheon, the League of Luna)

Final AP: 4

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-27, 05:40 PM

The Creator and the Created

"I'm Caretaker Jespon. God of Science and Time. I was created by the Vault because you kept avoiding your duties, Siofra. How are those colors you were telling me about least week. Or sometime in the future. Man this Divination stuff is confusing."

AP3 -1 (Join Pantheon: League of Luna

Shmee

2011-08-27, 06:06 PM

Skizziks, the Burrows

Deep within her lair, Skizziks starts gnawing on her tail in frustration. Those cowardly bastards! They knew that they could not defeat one as great as herself and thus needed to team up against her! If only she had another one supporting her, the moon would still belong to her. All of a sudden, pain shoots through Skizziks as she bites just a bit too hard on her tail.

Putting her tail down, all of a sudden, a realization hits Skizziks. If those foolish fools like to play dirty, then they would soon find out that no one plays as dirty as the Chittering Empress. If they like to bring their friends... then its only fair that she brings even more friends. Unfortunately for her she didn't have any.... yet.

Remaining deep in contemplation the Rat goddess calls back to her fight with the Idiotic-One who was foolish enough to bombard her with images from the future. Unfortunately for Jespon, this would indeed prove to have far-reaching consequences for the world as Skizziks shifts through the images which were given to her... until she found exactly what she was looking for.

Giving a malicious grin as she bares her fangs, she gets up and begins scuttling through the endless tunnels of the Burrow, heading towards her next destination, gleefully chittering as she plans to unleash new horrors upon her enemies.

They would pay.

All of them.

planswalker

2011-08-27, 08:26 PM

Etu looked down upon the world below, and it was very good. However, he then looked out into the cosmos around him, and it was not good. Chaos and destruction reigned. This was in fact evil. Gods struggled against one another to the detriment of all.

However, acting rashly was no answer. To do so was to give in to the same impulses that caused this very problem.

omnitricks

2011-08-27, 09:40 PM

"Prettyyyyyy...." seeing the energy flying all around him. So all Tarsin had to do is touch it? Well, no one had to tell him that. His curiosity already got to him right from the beginning. So he reached out his paw and the energy all flowed into him. As well as there was nothing else then he would be happy.

After that Tarsin was alone. Looking like a cat no less. Those two conditions made it unfavorable for him to go hunting for rats. They would overwhelm him, nibble on him and then eat him, That Jespon was one irresponsible partner. Hard to believe that the Vault would replace the caretaker with him. It really made no sense.

"Back to the vault it is then." Tarsin took the opposite direction and headed back to the moon. Away from the sun, Jespon and Siofra. The next time anyone came to the Vault they would probably find a giant cat having a cat-nap around the middle.

-1AP (Join Pantheon): The League of Luna
0AP left
*Going on holiday for a few days so Tarsin is probably going to sleep that long. But if there are short reactions involving him I will try and do it.

Dayzgone

2011-08-27, 10:02 PM

And So they Where Watched

New God
Name: Miyzer-Vezer
Epithet: Watcher through the fog, The crystal seer, The eye of truth
Played By: Marco Sebazco
Domains and Portfolios: Intelligence (Insight), Knowledge (Truth)
Description: Miyzer-Vezer the god of knowing looks to always find what is right. Miyzer lives on the edge of reality so that he may always be overlooking everything. He is the lord of truth and is forever looking to expand his mind. He does not judge but tells exactly what is and how it happened. Miyzer’s left eye glows with a brilliance of a million stars, it can see through to ones very core and discern ones true nature and intent. Scholars and intellectuals look to him for light and guidance, at least those of them that believe, many others pray to him to see them past hardships that require someone to finally tell the truth and not what they just want to hear.

As the suns radiance shined down it bounced of the surface of the water below in a brilliant display of light, and as it glistened a figure rose from the light. The body indescribable for its gaze is so powerful, one could not look anywhere else but its eyes. The left, even more distinguishable then the right, with the same glow and glitter that waves of water and light made. The new entity began to turn and twist and look over all it could see around it, it then looked up to the sun. It smiled and waved before floating up.

"It is True! You are the one I should be giving my thanks to, if you would not mind I would like to stay up here with you. Down there it is so hard to see and you provide such an amazing light that I can observe without shadows. Ahh but where are my manners you may call me Miyzer-Vezer.”

Miyzer stays next to the sun and Etu-Achak taking care to not get in the way of his light for a long while watching and observing the others go about their business not once making a comment. But Miyzer began to think, something bothered him, and so he tuned about. He looked behind the sun and was shocked by what he saw… nothing. It was dark and empty with nothing to gaze upon.

“This is a travesty! While we all looked down and squabbled with each other, we have forgotten about what’s above.”
Miyzer starts to fly up, and up, and up, until he could go no more. He places his hand over his sparkling eye and pulls forth a copy of the same light. Miyzer then throws the light up letting it crash against reality’s ceiling, making a billion tiny specks of light.

"There now we can all see with greater clarity, so that we may create without fear of the unknown, but be warned should you travel past my sight I will not be able to keep you from losing your selves to the darkness”

7 starting -2 [weave plane: The outer stars] -3 [infuse plane] = 2

OOC
Just to keep from causing problems, the stars that I made do not act like other planets. As you reach them they start to disappear from view. They provide illumination to the rest of the void but do not take up any space. It is also possible to go past all the star specks. Also i read most of the game so far let me know if i am doing something thats already done and ill fix it

Selinia

2011-08-27, 11:09 PM

It has my name on it

"Oh? It got a new one?" Siofra cocked her head to the side, then smiled and shrugged. "That's super-duper-cool! I'm the Supreme Awesomeness Magistrate of the Moon! Nice to meet you!" Her voice as she said this could probably have given a lesser creature diabetes from the sheer sugar content.

"Is he the one who beat up that rat?"
"...I'm more interested in that fact that he acknowledged our existence."
"Wait... can he see us?"
"FASCINATING."

"Good, good." She nods. "Okay, Red wants to know if you were the one who beat up the mean rat. Blue wants to know if you can see them. Indigo wants to dissect you."

"I didn't say say..."

"But you know you want to, don't you?"

"...yes."

"Mmmhmm. I knew it! But you can't do that, sorry. He's still alive. That would be vivisection." Another smile. "She's silly, isn't she?"

Tebryn

2011-08-28, 12:06 AM

The Sarosh watch the fighting with shame, such power used for such crude purposes. If a Cauldron could cry, could not the hardest hearts? At the center of it's being, his heart and her eyes a single tear fell from the smooth black surface of the Cauldron. Curious as it was, if that which it dwelt was so uncaring it would only watch.

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-28, 12:37 AM

"I didn't beat the rat. Though I was fighting it when Tarsin attacked. As for being dissected, I will have to politely decline from having my innards looked at. It would probably hurt a bit more than I think is within reason. And the most I can see of the Prisma are the orbs of light right there. I only know about them because you tell me in the past. Or the future. Maybe."

Selinia

2011-08-28, 01:08 AM

And in the morning, I'm making waffles

"Whew. Close call..."
"Awww... I wanted someone to talk to."
"Someday, we shall meet someone who can see me in all my radiance! You people have no appreciation for beauty."

"So, Jespon..." Something seems to occur to her, derailing whatever she'd been about to say. "Hey, you're name sounds like... Jespwn! That's totally awesome! Wait. Who's Tasrin?"

"Tasrin is, I think, a being the moon just promoted in our absence."
"That's treason! Off with his head! Bury him in an open grave and legally change his name to Alice!"
"Tasty?"
"Shuddup, Green."
"..Not tasty..."

"No, no, we can let it slide, this time. He did beat up the icky rat lady. Anyway, as I was saying before he rudely interrupted me, I think that this calls for a meeting! An assembly!" Siofra strikes a fanciful pose, one hand pointing skyward. "For great justice! The first club meeting of the Super-Awesome Leauge of Luna and Everything Else Also!" The hand fell swiftly, pointing to Jespon in a melodramatic fashion. "As Supreme Brigade Chief and Arbiter of Fun, I hereby offer you membership in the bestest club in the history of history! DO YOU ACCEPT?!?"

The sheer force of the offer could have stamped inch-thick adamantine plates. As it was, it somehow created a minor shock-wave in a physical vacuum, which was no mean feat.

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-28, 01:23 AM

"I remember this Alliance. It turned out pretty good. Sure, I'll join up. Let me just call up Tasrin, get him here as a 3rd member. Though knowing that lazy God he'll complain about the work."

[Caretaker Communication: Subroutine #297,453]
[Vault Communication to Subroutine, Codename Tasrin]
[Please return to [Coordinates 350,296,063] where [Caretaker] and [Creator] reside for important [League of Luna] Business]

omnitricks

2011-08-28, 01:30 AM

[Caretaker Communication: Subroutine #297,453]
[Vault Communication to Subroutine, Codename Tasrin]
[Please return to [Coordinates 350,296,063] where [Caretaker] and [Creator] reside for important [League of Luna] Business]

"Snore, snore, snore! Yawnnnnnn... Snerk! Just a few more minutes mommy..." Tarsin was already snugly resting in the middle of the moon. Making himself at home. With his new position of course he will want to take advantage of it. The command was just something like a bad dream to him. Unwanted and disliked. So he just tossed and turned around trying to shake it off.

Obscurejones

2011-08-28, 01:35 AM

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-28, 01:36 AM

[Command Override: Subroutine Humor: Password Humorous]
[GET UP NOW YOU LAZY SOD!]

"I knew installing those humor Subroutines in the Vault would be a laugh sometime."

OOC: The vault said the things in the [], not Jespon :smallamused:

Selinia

2011-08-28, 01:49 AM

We need a coffee machine

"Silly! What kind of League of Luna would we be if we held out first meeting and it wasn't on Luna?" Siofra stuck out her tongue and made a face. "Besides, its no good letting a member sleep through the meeting! That's not fun at all! C'mon!"

A faint noise sounded, somewhat resembling a 'shwoop', as the goddess raced sideways through reality to the Moon itself. In a hearbeat, she was standing over Tasrin. She took a very, very deep breath, letting it loose with a tremendous...

"Heee~eeey! Wake up, Mister! We've got looooooaaaaads of fun stuff to do! There's no time to be snoozing! The Super-Awesome League must act, for Fun waits for nobody!"

OOC: Dragon, if you spend the 1AP to join, we'll officially be a Pantheon. The first divine organization shall be born of laziness and a short attention span! Hooray!

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-28, 01:52 AM

AP3 -1 (Join Pantheon: League of Luna

OOC: Dragon, if you spend the 1AP to join, we'll officially be a Pantheon. The first divine organization shall be born of laziness and a short attention span! Hooray!

I joined up there

Jespon appears the instant after Siofra finishes shouting at the sleeping cat.
"I prophecise much fun in the near future :smalltongue:"

Shmee

2011-08-28, 03:39 AM

Skizziks, Revenge

Scuttling through the Burrows in a fit of absolute rage, the rat goddess begins to dig a large lair for the next phase of her plan. As she digs furiously she once again begins to foam from the mouth as she only has one thought in her mind: revenge, and she would go through any means to have it.

From the very beginning those foolish and ugly Moon-kissers had done nothing else but cause harm to her. First that cowardly Talks-to-Self tried to eat her, then when she claimed her rightful prize the Idiotic-one teamed up with that accursed Cat-face to hit her when she was weak.

"Curse them! Die kill die die die die die die die die die die die may they be forced to eat their own guts kill die die die die die I hate them die die die die!" She continues to ramble her ratty curses.

Then, there was a voice, "Hi. You seem a little upset. Would you like to have a friend?" Skizziks was quite infuriated, for now she felt a headache. Putting a paw on her head, she lets out a grin before menacingly baring her fangs at no one in particular

"Fool-fool! I don't need friend-buddy! I want revenge! I it shall be mine-mine!"

"Now now. That's just silly. Don't you know that the best revenge is having good friends?"

The headache continues to worsen. Clenching her temple even harder, the Chittering Empress answers

"Silence! What do you know about revenge! Revenge is putting a knife into a fool-fool's guts, spill them all over the floor, and force-make them watch as you eat it!"

"So you're sure then? That's all you want? That's your wish? You better think carefully about your answer, the consequences could be very painful." Augh. This headache. This is horrible this is the worst pain ever... wait. What's that dripping across Skizziks ears... wet and warm... is that blood? Growling through the pain, Skizziks gives her answer, giving a malicious grin as she gives her simple answer

"Yes-yes...."

The ground rumbles, and shakes, or maybe it's just this horrible pain. Blood begins spraying out of Skizziks like a fountain. Is... that laughter?

"BwA hA hA! WhaT a stUpiD thiNg to saY. You madE tHe wrOng chOIce. BuT whAT othER cHoiCe wAS thEre? StUpiD rat [indecipherable]. BuT yOu'Re A [indecipherable] I lIKe. OkAy. YoU gET to bE mY fIRSt BriDGe"

Ah. What a horrible voice. It's screeching. It's terrible. It's like the end of the world. It's physically painful to hear. It's... cutting into Skizziks? And what's going on with the blood is that fire? Yeah. Definitely fire. The rat goddess isn't just getting torn to shreds by a voice from beyond, but now her blood has caught on fire and is burning her too.

Exhausted by the entire ordeal, Skizziks collapses onto the floor. After her combat with Siofra, Jespon, Tasrin and now this one, she had no more strength to even stand. However spent as she was, she still lets out a weak growl in defiance

"Revenge... I shall have my revenge... on everyone!"

The flames grow hotter and hotter. And then in a flash of light, there is an explosion.

Skizziks sees no more.

Xuincherguixe

2011-08-28, 04:06 AM

Night of the bloody moon

Pillars of light appear from several of the tunnels leading into the burrows as the moon begins to shake. Bursting out of one of them, is something that looks like a miniature red sun. Then, blood comes spraying out of all the tunnels at once.

That isn't going to go over very well. Could be worse though, gravity doesn't seem to be keeping it on the surface, instead it's just gently dripping down and collecting beneath it into a sphere.

Oh hey look. New moon. It's probably nothing bad at all!

7 AP
-1 Alter land: Some of that Lunaness was transformed into blood!
-2 Weave Plane: The Abyss
4 AP

Material plane now has two moons.

omnitricks

2011-08-28, 05:26 AM

The combination of the annoying brain messages and over peppy squeal of excitement was enough. Enough to awaken Tarsin with a "Whaaaa~!" Hey, he just fought off a giant rat. Didn't he deserve some rest?

Tarsin looked at the caretaker a little unhappy. "Sleeping can be fun too." Then rubbing his paw on his eyes he started to get up. "So, what did you guys want?"

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-28, 05:30 AM

Stating the obvious

"To join the wonderful Pantheon known as the League of Lunacy. Pardon me, Luna. We should also probably do something about the giant ball of blood right there."
Harbinger points at the giant floating blood clot.

omnitricks

2011-08-28, 06:54 AM

Waking up just for that? "Yeah sure fine. Whatever lunatic you want." Anything to get back to sleep. Tarsin just nodded eagerly and settled himself comfortably back to sleep.

Eyes spied on the big bloodied thing pointed by Jespon. "Yawnnnnn. Why don't you get your human or something to take care of it? I already fought that rat thing off for you right?" He has a higher rank now. It should be less work for him. His gaze turned to Siofra this time. "Unless you really want to. Caretaker."

Clearly Tarsin only recognized the goddess here as the one in charge of the Vault. Or this new League of Lucky as he would rather have it known.

Tebryn

2011-08-28, 08:28 AM

Where the tear of the Cauldron fell there formed a pool of perfect blue ice, a shining azure disc that seemed to stand apart from Creation. And deep within the cerulean sign, there came a noise unheard in creation, a wail that rent the very heart of all that heard it and caused the very stones around it to weather and age.

A sob. The first in all of creation.

The three that were one surrounded the weeping pool, the two that could crane their necks did so into it's deep expanse.

"You to weep for such seneless fighting? Or do you weep for other things puddle?"

The three intone, the Cauldron hissing while the stirrer and the tender of fire spoke in a single clear voice neither male or female.

planswalker

2011-08-28, 11:42 AM

And So they Where Watched

New God
Name: Miyzer-Vezer
Epithet: Watcher through the fog, The crystal seer, The eye of truth
Played By: Marco Sebazco
Domains and Portfolios: Intelligence (Insight), Knowledge (Truth)
Description: Miyzer-Vezer the god of knowing looks to always find what is right. Miyzer lives on the edge of reality so that he may always be overlooking everything. He is the lord of truth and is forever looking to expand his mind. He does not judge but tells exactly what is and how it happened. Miyzer’s left eye glows with a brilliance of a million stars, it can see through to ones very core and discern ones true nature and intent. Scholars and intellectuals look to him for light and guidance, at least those of them that believe, many others pray to him to see them past hardships that require someone to finally tell the truth and not what they just want to hear.

As the suns radiance shined down it bounced of the surface of the water below in a brilliant display of light, and as it glistened a figure rose from the light. The body indescribable for its gaze is so powerful, one could not look anywhere else but its eyes. The left, even more distinguishable then the right, with the same glow and glitter that waves of water and light made. The new entity began to turn and twist and look over all it could see around it, it then looked up to the sun. It smiled and waved before floating up.

"It is True! You are the one I should be giving my thanks to, if you would not mind I would like to stay up here with you. Down there it is so hard to see and you provide such an amazing light that I can observe without shadows. Ahh but where are my manners you may call me Miyzer-Vezer.”

Miyzer stays next to the sun and Etu-Achak taking care to not get in the way of his light for a long while watching and observing the others go about their business not once making a comment. But Miyzer began to think, something bothered him, and so he tuned about. He looked behind the sun and was shocked by what he saw… nothing. It was dark and empty with nothing to gaze upon.

“This is a travesty! While we all looked down and squabbled with each other, we have forgotten about what’s above.”
Miyzer starts to fly up, and up, and up, until he could go no more. He places his hand over his sparkling eye and pulls forth a copy of the same light. Miyzer then throws the light up letting it crash against reality’s ceiling, making a billion tiny specks of light.

"There now we can all see with greater clarity, so that we may create without fear of the unknown, but be warned should you travel past my sight I will not be able to keep you from losing your selves to the darkness”

7 starting -2 [weave plane: The stars] -3 [infuse plane] = 2

OOC
Just to keep from causing problems, the stars that I made do not act like other planets. As you reach them they start to disappear from view. They provide illumination to the rest of the void but do not take up any space. It is also possible to go past all the star specks. Also i read most of the game so far let me know if i am doing something thats already done and ill fix it

Etu - The Void

keep in mind, the sun is Etu's body. He has no "divine manifestation" outside of the sun.

well, the Stars Above have already been created....

"Welcome to the world, Miyzer-Vezer. I am Etu-Achak, the The Spirit Which Is The Sun, and caretaker of the Light. It pleases me to know that there is another who appreciates such beauty. However, merely watching is not good enough. My brother and sister have been careless in the creation of their progeny, and now the worlds both above and below weep at the carnage caused. My sister's own moon has been all but destroyed, only a crescent of its former glory left."

Etu at that moment gave in to a fit of righteous indignation and called for the mightiest Loxo from the world below, and told it. "You shall be born anew, re-forged into a weapon of order. Take the power I give you now and impose justice and order upon the world, without pity or restraint. My siblings and their children have grown out of control, and it is my hope that you can learn in time to control them."

Etu then drew forth from his inner core a pool of fiery Radiance and took ore of the purest iron from one of his mountains and forged for his servant divine armor of Light. As the Loxo donned the armor, a transformation happened, one whose consequences Etu may one day weep for but for now gloried in.

Dayzgone

2011-08-28, 12:48 PM

Miyzer drifts down backwards admiring his work.

"The stars are an extension of my eye, all that Eye see will be recorded above in shapes and signs. So that all, even mortals, will know the progression of events, but it is true Etu. While Eye may be very good at watching, nothing shall get done without action. This pantheon that was formed intrigues me, it is true those in it all dislike the Rat mother. However that new plane of blood will be trouble for them, Eye see danger in its truest form buried within so Eye warn you go carefully. It is true your blazing champion is indeed a bastion of order. But will it be enough? We shall see, for now Eye shall continue to watch. Eye don’t wish to enter into trouble Eye have yet to fully understand”

With that Miyzer begins to examine what remains of the old moon, and what is the new moon.

Slowly working out the last tid bits of his personality so yes changing I for Eye was done on purpose

Obscurejones

2011-08-28, 12:49 PM

Dayzgone

2011-08-28, 01:50 PM

“Hahaha… another one, it is true there are a lot of us young ones being created. This one shows signs of contending me, with so many eyes it must see much. But for all the eyes, it’s sight is clouded by tears and anguish. I shall watch it with great intensity, eye will even go say hi should the time be right”

sneakattack23

2011-08-28, 03:04 PM

Inu watched the chaos on the moon. He observed the fighting and the chaos, he observed the changes in the world. And he knew that this fighting, and this chaos, and this death, that it was good. He observed the rat-things suffering, and pain, and hatred. He saw it, and he liked it. It was good. He saw the others triumph, and as he watched he grew more furious, and more jealous, and he screamed at the world he had created for himself! So he decided he would approach this rat-thing.

As Skizziks closed her eyes and the darkness grew around her, suddenly, this growth stopped. The world expanded, like a spring that had been pushed back. But it was different. Changing. THis world was a world that seemed be almost like her labrinthe, but not the same. It was different. Wrong.
A strange man approached Skizziks. He was a noble-looking human clothed in yellow, but then, as he thought about it, became a squat rat-folk, still clothed in grand yellow robes, but now they were rags, reflections of past glories. And as he approached Skizziks, he spoke.
"Greetings. I have seen your pain, and your suffering. I have seen your desire for revenge, and I have felt it too. Join me, and I will aid you in this revenge. I will forge both you and I into a weapon, which may be wielded against the foul things which seek to oppress us, thinking their creations better than ours, more perfect. But there is beauty in your creations. There is beauty in decay, and dirt, and dust, and chaos. THat is the beauty this world needs, not the putrid stuff of those silly "gods" up there. I promise you great things. With me at your side, you could be a queen! NOt just of the rat-folk, but of the Universe! Imagine yourself, sitting on a throne, watching at laughing at the suffering of the "gods" below you, while your children, elevated above all other life, serve your every whim. I promise you this, and so much more."

Selinia

2011-08-28, 03:26 PM

Like a boss

"Well them, ahem! Now that we are all gathered here..." Siofra looked around at the severely battered moon. "...this is lame. That icky rat messed up the clubhouse! That's uncool! So, so..." She blinked, attention drawn rather effectively as an eruption of blood gushed into the Moon's structure. A goodly portion of it seemed to be collecting into some form of sphere outside the moon, but much of it was gathering and swirling across the surface and through the waters of the Moonsea.

"...awesome." At last, she exhaled, eyes widening with excitement as she brought her hands together in excitement. "We can use that, right? Right? That is soooo cool!"

"I see no reason why it would not be... well, possible."
"Perhaps some cautio-"
"NO! No thinking! Do it! Do it! BEST IDEA EVER!"

Siofra smiled and pumped her fist in the air. "Yes! I knew it! One super-awesome-clubhouse, coming up!" As she spoke, the surface of the moon seemed to buckle slightly, bloating in the chasm left by the Bite of Rats. The unspeakable quantities of blood - while not strictly the same stuff that had been there before - was still a liquid. As such, it was - for a certain definition - a viable replacement. The tight-crammed Threads acquired a bit of safety room once again as the unusual substitute expanded a bit. But the shape it took was far from the original perfect sphere.

Where blood and Moonsea met, a strange reaction occurred, some manner of combination of crystallization and clotting. Lumps and even entire ranges of landmass began to shift and cover much of the surface - one mountain even seemed to rise into the void like some manner of deranged pinnacle. Great crimson rivers flowed where blood continued to seep up from the Burrows.

And it was unmistakable. Undeniable, even. There was... no other way to put it.

With a mad look in its eyes, the Moon was grinning.

OOC:

http://i1080.photobucket.com/albums/j326/Selinia-the-Mad/Soul_Eater_Moon_by_sandaimehokage.jpg

The 'yellow' bits in the picture are now a sort of opalescent rocky landmass of frozen colors. The teeth and eyes are still liquid, but conform to a sort of bizzare gravity that gives them their shape. The blood is blood - vast tracts of it flowing across sea and land alike.

And Siofra grinned with it.

Of course, someone had to be responsible for that awesome awesomeness that had given her her brilliant idea! So she blasted a message out into the Void, towards the great sphere of blood still forming nearby. "Heee~eeey! Mr. Bloody! Where are you? I wanna talk to you! That was super-special-coolness what you just did!"

Taking a small breath, she turned and poked Jespon slightly. "Um, also, if someone else is coming, you might want to put your throat back. Its kinda hanging out, and you look sorta silly."

OOC: Actions!

AP: 4 - 1 (Alter Land - the Moongrin)

Final AP: 3

The now-grinning Moon still contains the Vault of Fates beneath its surface, making mining the newly solid terrain a less-than-stellar idea. But yes. When you look up at night, the night smiles back. With blood-soaked teeth. It remains to be seen if any life will take hold in the apparent wasteland.

Shmee

2011-08-28, 03:38 PM

Skizziks, in dreamland it seems

Skizziks knew not what was going on... in fact, since she attained divine-hood, this was the first time she had gone to sleep... and that was not by choice. Looking around, she saw that while she was in the Burrows, something was completley wrong about this place. Looking as the weird creature turns from one of those disgusting Humans to one of her own Ratfolk.

"Revenge is mine-mine to take! If those cowardly fool-fools did not travel in packs, then the moon would still be mine! I'll give them a taste of their own medicine! But you want to help-aid me... that is good-good!"

It made sense in her mind of course, everyone wanted to be on Skizziks' good side... for those who weren't would get their throats ripped out.

"If you want to be my friend-buddy, then prove yourself you must! I didn't come from the litter yesterday! My trust you need to earn! Those foolish fool-fools hurt me badly! But I hunger! Too weak-hurt... can't hunt. No strength! Pay-give tribute to the me you will! Feed me! If you manage to bring two hundred of those ugly fur-less pink creatures whom the Idiotic One created on the moon into the Burrows, easy meal-pickings shall they be!"

Skizziks begins to lick her lips in hunger remembering the lovely taste those Humans had.

"Then when my hunger-appetite they have satisfied... I shall be strong enough to have my revenge on those ugly Moon-kissers! Pay this tribute for your Queen, and you shall be considered my friend-buddy!"

Draken

2011-08-28, 04:09 PM

Dreaming of Dead

In the ether, the Black man in White felt the passage of a deity. A peculiar event, up until them he was sure that only him treaded that place.

So walk the mists he did, following a trail of divinity down to the dreamlands where the living slept and had lesser derangements than the true dreams of the dead. There it stood watch over a two rats who were also gods. Or maybe two gods who were rats, and there his entourage became that of rats only and nothing but rats, gnome, human and loxo alike returning to the ether to escape the stench.

Gods, how peculiar they were, hating and loathing and longing, really peculiar.

Tebryn

2011-08-28, 04:25 PM

As the pool replied there rose from it a winged figure, holding their head in their hands. Their skin the same light blue of the pool, and covered in thousands of eyes all flowing with tears. As they rise their wings unfurl but it becomes clear that whatever pulls them from the pool is not any physical action. They turn to the Three, face still clasped but eyes watching carefully.

I weep for a world beset by violence and pain. For gods too busy bickering to set it to right. I weep for the suffering of Creation.

"And what will you do for Creation if it Creation be? What suffering will you ease if the Gods themselves wish to fight and route one another? Will you stand and fight your own brother? What kind of end would thus bring to you, can you see? An easy answer there cannot exist, the suffering of everything thus born would be to long to list."

The Three spun about the new god, regarding it curiously.

"From the shadows would you act? Working in secret, making pacts? There would be no rest for one like you, if what your words do say are true. Psalms and kind words you could offer though asking for no coin will leave an empty coffer. Perhaps in time an easy answer, will you wait least your inactivity become a cancer? So many options left unknown, but fighting other Gods will leave you prone."

Drogos

2011-08-28, 08:29 PM

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-28, 08:44 PM

"Excuse me a minute fellow Lunatics."
Harbinger disappears from the moon, appearing before the God of Ambition.

"There is Order in this universe. I have an entire race of people dedicated to preserving that Order. And this time, or last time, or next time. Sometime I won't let you stop that for your own personal gain. And you are not indomitable."
All you see and all you hold.
Will crumble manyfold,
if you so much as try,
to take them selfishly.
The world will fall
The world will rise
But you shall never bring it under.
(Prophecy voice activated :smalltongue:)

AP -1 Curse: Doomed to Fail
Whenever one of Droconus' Chosen has nearly taken over the world some coincedence will stop it. Be it Adventurers, defeat in battle etc.

Dayzgone

2011-08-28, 09:07 PM

Miyzer bristles, his left eye swirling causing the stars to start colliding, creating small sparks of light that show glimpses of what has passed

“It is true! You would stunt a newly created from his purpose, and my brother no less! It is true you may see what may come before eye do, but my eyes pierce through the dark and see his true path.”

AP- 1 Bless: See the Truth
Drocronus may now determine what it is that will make him fail should he see it. To counter the curse

(Now things get interesting :smallwink:)

planswalker

2011-08-28, 10:18 PM

That which was once Loxo but now was so much more ascended towards the the barrier surrounding the material plane, embraced by armor of shining light. Every Ratfolk, Gnome or Loxo that saw the rising nova was filled with an extreme sense of purpose, a longing for a better life, a need to become more than they were. And so it was that the birth of this newest deity brought with it ambition to the mortal races forever more. As the shining being rose, its divine persona began to unfold and it understood its purpose. His purpose. He was Drocronus, the First King, brought into existence for one purpose. Order. He would bring this universe to order... no matter the cost.

Being thrown clear of the material plane by his divine spark, Drocronus floated through the cosmos. The blinding light of Etu that created Drocronus was begining to fade, for though the Etu had given him the power and presence of his shining body, he had not giving him any of the Sun's warmth. Soon, the light was gone completely and Drocronus' form was revealed. His body shape was that of a large and musclebound humanoid. It was completely covered by suit of ornate armor. His face was hidden underneath a great, horned helm, with only a pair of blazing eyes showing from within. A thick, billowing cape of deep purple flowed from shoulders and back.

Comfortable with his new form, Drocronus flew over to regard the Sun, his creator.

Hail Etu-Achak, I thank you for giving life to me. Know that your will shall be carried out. I will bring this universe to order, this I swear.

Turning to face the rest of the cosmos, Drocronus addresses the rest of the multiverse.

Here me deities of universe. I am Drocronus the First King, brought about by the absence of order in these realms. Know that my strength is limitless and my will absolute. I will bring this chaos to order. To rule is my destiny.

Starting AP:7
Create concept(Ambition):7-1=6

"Excuse me a minute fellow Lunatics."
Harbinger disappears from the moon, appearing before the God of Ambition.

"There is Order in this universe. I have an entire race of people dedicated to preserving that Order. And this time, or last time, or next time. Sometime I won't let you stop that for your own personal gain. And you are not indomitable."
All you see and all you hold.
Will crumble manyfold,
if you so much as try,
to take them selfishly.
The world will fall
The world will rise
But you shall never bring it under.
(Prophecy voice activated :smalltongue:)

AP -1 Curse: Doomed to Fail
Whenever one of Droconus' Chosen has nearly taken over the world some coincedence will stop it. Be it Adventurers, defeat in battle etc.

Etu - Dawn and Wrath

"Indeed, my son, you are mighty and wise. You will do great things."

Then Harbinger arrives. He spouts some nonsense.

"Foolish lunatic. Do you think to so easily defy the Will of Law? You may babble what you will, but your visions are empty words."

Etu ap: 0=1-1 (curse: false visions) Anyone who attempts to look into the future sees a false vision, so long as they stand between Etu or one of his children.

Drogos

2011-08-29, 12:15 AM

Harbringer, your interference will not go unpunished. Mine is a path I cannot deter from. There will come a time when you will rue this day you have attempted to weaken my mission. But I have much work to do before that. You claim there is order, yet the seat of your very power was invaded and defiled by Skizziks. Your moon is now a bleeding mess. You are unworthy of calling yourself a keeper of order and have made a mockery of your position.

Miyzer-Vezer, I appreciate your support against the Harbringer. It is apparent you see the truth of my mission. Follow my progress and you will be sure to bear witness to a great many things. Allow me to demonstrate as a create my throne.

The cosmos quake as Drocronus begins to create his realm. A planetary body made of metal and stone begins to form around the deity. Stuctures as large as continents rise along the surface with spiked, stone towers reaching towards the sky. Great walled colosseum's can be seen dotting the surface as well. At its center lies the great throne room of Drocronus into which he pours some of his divine energy, infusing himself into his fortress. From deep within his impenetrable fortress the voice of Drocronus booms, enhanced by the bastion he now resided in.

Behold my fortress, the Infinite Citadel. As long as I sit at the Cosmic Throne of the First King at its heart, none shall enter my creation unless I wish it. I retire now to rest and to plan. There is much work to be done.

And with that last declaration the great fortress planet goes silent and still as it floats through the void, opposite the deranged moon and its keepers.

Weave Plane (The Infinite Citadel): A sprawling planet of gothic architecture, the Infinite Citadel is a medieval fortress of Deathstar proportions. The interior contains innumerable room of every kind possible you would find in a king's castle. Through its throne room at its core, Drocronus is able to morph and modify its design at will.

Infuse Plane( The Cosmic Throne of the First King): At the core of the Citadel lies the Cosmic Throne, the control center and helm of the planet. It is here that Drocronus can be found when not off attending to other matters. While he sits on the Throne, Drocronus is able to control every aspect of the Citadel, with the ability to morph its architecture as he pleases, which mean unwanted intruders will have no way to enter his domain if he does not wish it.

6 AP -5= 1 AP

Xuincherguixe

2011-08-29, 12:53 AM

DragonOfUndeath

2011-08-29, 02:40 AM

"I have been in existence a whole day and I already made the Fate Threads more organized, created a Race of Lawfully-Minded People dedicated to preserving the Threads from Dissonance, which is Chaos Embodied. The moon may be bloody but it has a clearly defined shape that does not change and that happened a whole 10 minutes ago! Most of that time I was speaking to you!"
Jespon's voice reaches throughout the Planes, echoing into the deepest core of the Blood Moon, the deepest vault of the Vault, the Inner Sanctum of the Citadel and down into the caverns of Earth.
"Oh and by the way. That prophecy? Was me simply telling you what is going to happen, not forcing it too be true."

AP1 -1 (Curse: Prophetic Doom) Nullifying the See the Truth Bless

Tebryn

2011-08-29, 06:31 AM

Magic and You: A Practical Guide to Not Turning Yourself into a Newt
-Written by Mishra Amman, Third Arch Mage of the High Tower

The River and It’s Flow: The Source of Magic

The Ancients speak of a time before the River and it’s unending flow from the heavens to our blessed land. We know little of the magic of this era as few records still exist in great detail but we can ascertain what it was not before the birth of Sarosh of the Three. Sarosh was born like the pearl in a great clam, growing around the source of Magic before berthing with a simple motion of the stored energy deep inside it’s fledgling form. The Cauldron was born first of triples, spilling it’s great contents forth before the Stirrer Belak and The Flame Tender Fa-Atwa could calm it’s pitching spirit. From that moment on all Magic stemmed from the Cauldron and was overseen by it’s siblings. But the Three even could not dole out their great power and while they guided their great boon as best they could that great River was dangerous to all but the most mastered of practitioners. Sarosh can control the Currents and the River itself, diverting it away from users it feels are abusing the great power bestowed upon them though this punishment is reserved for the most heinous of creatures.

The Art as it is known by many who deem themselves Mages or Magicians, Sorcerers or Witches is the single line that binds us all in a single family, one bound not bound by just blood but our very spirits. The Art as we understand it is only a single side to the unfathomable depths of that great River. While we mere mortals seek to harness the power for our selfish ends the eyes of that which created the very first spell watches us and judges us. It is it’s own Art that the Sarosh watches over, each spell created is imbued with it’s essence as much as our own. Through this we each have a connection to the Father of Magic, the Mother of Mysticism.

The Four Streams: Understanding the Ebb and Flow of the River

The River is a great and massive thing that stretches through out time and reality, the name River a mere term tacked on by mortal minds for no single creature outside the Gods could ever peer into the depths of what the Cauldron holds without going mad. Four Currents exist in the River, the Currents each a form of magic distinct in their scope and power which flow to the four resivours of the world. What follows is merely a cursory glance of the Currents and their scope as whole tomes have been written at great length on both. Anti-Magic regions or being cut off from the source of Magic has adverse effects on those in such an area as does an overflow of Magic. Each Current is further divided into Schools though they are merely a mortal convention and if Sarosh honors such creations is unknown for he rarely answers prayers for such things.

The first is the Current of the Body, the magic that most mortals wield. This magic oversees the manipulation of the elements, the enhancing of one’s body, the bodies of others and external objects. The body is known to deteriorate in the absence of this current until the unfortunate souls waste to dust while an overabundance of the Current causes those in the region to grow stronger and more wild until they erupt in a fountain of lights and chaotic energies which can often times be quite disastrous for the surroundings. Practitioners of the Current of the Body refer to their magic as Hoodoo. Unlike the other Currents, due to the Magician using his or her own energy the Current of Body is far more draining than the others and can seriously impact the life expectancy of the user if not used in moderation.

Schools

Evocation: The manipulation of external powers by focusing the energy of the body. Evocation is used most often to summon or command the elements of the world for vicious and devastating attacks. The School of Evocation is widely feared for it’s use on the battle field due to the act of Nova, the practice of expending one’s life force to devastate and cause unspeakable destruction to all within the path of the Magician.

Transmutation: The art of changing one object to another through incantations and physical magical force. This School is similar to the School of Enchantment though only deals with the changing of physical object. The School of Transmutation is a key aspect to the use of Alchemy.

Enhancement: The power to transform the physical body of oneself or others to something else. Considered one of the greatest schools due to it’s versatility few understand the toll it takes on the user. Enhancement rapidly deteriorates the body due to it’s transformative effects, most users master it at an early age and sadly die not much later.

The second Current is the Current of Nature, the magic that runs through the world, the planes and the universe as we understand it as a whole. This magic rules over the animals and the growth of plants, nourishing each with it’s life giving powers. Nature in the area of anti-magic zones wither and die, fruit grows rotten and grain turns putrid. An overabundance of Natural Magic cause the fruit and grains of the earth to be posion to those who it it. Another term for Natural Magic is Druidic Magic and is the term most often reserved for those who use it. This Current drains the surroundings of the Magician though due to the vast excesses of, the Current of Nature may also be called Natural Magic.

Schools

Beastly Command: The Magician can command and order the beasts of the sea, land and air to follow their commands. This School is quite common due to it’s ease to learn and how the spells as a whole operate. Beastly Command forces the recipient to offer up their own energy to continue the spell, allowing weak mages to use it often without fear of direct harm. The spells also use a small ammount of energy as is, thus rarely threatening the life which is the focus of the magic.

Nature Manipulation: The use of Natural Magic to cause flora to prosper or wither, moving the ground and other various effects. Nature Manipulation may also control the weather though only the strongest of Magicians would dare attempt.

Conjuration: The summoning of creatures either from the mortal plane or beyond by offering up contracts or payment in the form of sacrifice. Conjuration is one of the most widely practiced Schools due to the same reason Beastly Command is. Though harder to learn, creatures summoned via these spells often have great stores of magical energy themselves and thus allow each use of a spell to go much longer than using common mortal animals.

The Current of the Mind is the third Current and details those who choose to use the River not to enhance the body but to pursue greater intellect and control over themselves and others. Known colloquially as Psionics, the Current of the Mind is a potent school though also holds the most focused Schools within it’s ranks. The Current of the Mind is the least taxing of all the Currents on one’s body or surroundings though many long time practitioners will talk about the Whisper, a side effect of exerting ones mental powers far to long. Some claim the Whisper is the voice of the Sarosh itself, humming and imparting secrets to those who have spent their lives studying its Current. The lack of this Current causes feeblemindedness and coma’s over long exposure. Over exposure to this Current causes severe mental damage ranging from dementia to symptoms similar to concussions. Perhaps the most dangerous known effect of any Current exists within the Current of Spirt, the act of Absolution which I shall cover below.

Schools

Abjuration: The art of protecting the body with powerful shields and mental constructs as well as protecting buildings, personal items or other such things. Abjuration is an easy School of spells to spot due to the large glowing shields summoned though when paired with Illusion spells can create quite potent barriers. Most Abjuration spells can maintain themselves once cast though the rare few that cannot take considerable mental strain to hold together.

Dominion: The act of controlling the mind, both of oneself or others. Those who practice the art of Dominion can sway the minds of those around them or even control them while keeping his own mind safe and secret from other prying eyes. Dominion is one of the most controversial schools due to it’s ability to control others with little to no warning signs.

Illusion: The School of Illusion study how to make that which is not real to appear real. While the School of Dominion forsakes subtltey and forces others to believe, the School of Illusion compels them to. Mirages, ghost sounds and lights and other such shennianigans are the hallmark of this School.

The Current of the Spirit, also known as Invocation or “Divine” Magic is the Current that oversees the world beyond what mortals can comprehend and draws not only their physical stores of energy nor the stability of their mind but the hardiness of their spirit. Invocation is considerably rare due to it’s demands on the mage however those who do learn it’s Current are often times incredibly powerful movers and shakers of the world due to their force of personality. Those cut off from this flow find their spirits heavy and ennue a swift issue, slowly causing the sufferer to seek suicide. Over exposure to the Current causes a wide range of symptoms though similar to lack of exposure the sufferer often seeks to kill themselves so as to move to their Gods side. Warning signs of over exposure often appear as religious zealotry and subsequent religious conflicts in mixed areas of worship.

Schools

Divination: The power to foretell the future to a limited capacity and to commune with the Gods or other mortals. Divination is rarely used to speak with the Gods due to the immense strain such an act places on the spirit of the user.

Animation: The art of forcing a spirit fair or foul into one’s own body or the body of another. This School is a touchy subject depending on the circle due to it’s sub-school of Necromancy, the art of imbuing dead bodies with the spirits of the dead.

Supplication: The School for the healing arts, allowing those who understand the inner workings of their God and the Current to heal wounds, remove toxins from the body and to ease the sick mind. Supplication can also be used to inflict great harm on the users enemies by inflicting the very same effects they can heal upon them. Poison, internal and surface wounds, dementia and other such conditions are as easy for them to inflict as they are to cure with a firm understanding of the Current.

The Four Pinnacles: Dams in the Currents

Due to their immense power, Sarosh deemed fit to create the four most powerful effects known to Magicians. While the Schools are mortal made constructions they are merely a tapestry woven from the loose threads of the flood gates Sarosh made when first it drew breath. Each flood gate can be spotted by any who touch the Currents, a color attributed to each follows below with a general description and the Pinnacle of the Currents Art. However with such power comes terrible backlash.

Black Magic: The Black Pinnacle is violence personified centered around nothing but devastation and harm. There is no love at the Black Pinnacle, only the force required to control and contort the world around you as you deem fit. The Pinnacle Art of the Black is known as Shoah. Any Magician using Shoah forever condemns their body to utter annhiliation, for no matter what the end result of the power expelled is, the user will never gaze upon it as the terrible force turns itself on that which summons it first. Reports have claimed a single Wizard survived Shoah before the very hand of Belak came forth from the heavens to snatch her up.

Green Magic: The final power of the Current of Nature is known simply as Hypertrophy, those who initiate this Pinnacle give their life force to the world around them, causing massive growth to spring forth from all around them. In times past, Druids were known to initiate Hypertrophy to heal wounds to the world that would otherwise take time and growth thousands of years to repair. The body of the user erupts into a forest at the center of the growth they caused immediately after the Pinnacle ceases.

Red Magic: The Pinnacle of the Current of the Mind is known as Reconciliation and much like it’s own Current the Pinnacle is widely known to be the least physically violent of any of its kind. Reconciliation however still comes with a horrible price. Reconciliation is the only known power short of the Sarosh itself that can stop a Mage from falling to the prolonged over or under exposure from the Currents at the cost of transferring all effects to the user of the Pinnacle. The Pinnacle can effect a large area and can even effect the land, magical creatures or objects. The Pinnacle can dispel Anti-Magic areas though this causes the user to lose their magical powers for a full year though no other harmful effects occur. In this way, while the weakest physically of the Pinnacles, the Red Pinnacle remains one of the most versatile and selfless effects of the River known currently.

White Magic: The act of Absolution is widely known as the single most taboo act within the entire magical community, requiring not only a person of divinely inspired spirit but utter selfishness. The act of Absolution allows the caster to remove themselves from the Currents and the River itself but allows them to retain the ability to touch and control them perhaps better than before. Much discussion has come about as to why the Sarosh deemed such a thing to exist within it’s River though one thing is for certain, the end result while potent warps the user into an inhuman creature outside the natural world.

sneakattack23

2011-08-29, 07:20 AM

InuThe Dreamlands
"It shall be done."
Inu waves his hand, and 200 humans rise from their sleep on the surface of the moon, walking directly into the burrows, guided, it seems, unerringly to Skizziks' lair.
"What you asked of me, great and powerful SKizziks. Now, let us join in an alliance, to bring you to your rightful position as queen of the universe!"

AP2-1(CUrse:200humans, go to burrows)

Shmee

2011-08-29, 07:34 AM

Skizziks, still dreaming

Skizziks gives a malicious grin at what was soon going to happen

"Yes-yes! Your tribute-sacrifice has pleased me greatly! Prey always tastes better when they are frightened-scared! I will take great happy-pleasure in making those ugly hairless pink things know that they only have themselves to blame as they squirt the musk of fear! You have upheld your end of the deal-bargain. Proved yourself have you! My friend-buddy are you considered now! But I am in great need to feed-eat! Let me regain my strength, and we shall teach those fool-fools a real lesson. Yes-yes?"

Drogos

2011-08-29, 10:49 AM

Your fate strands are nothing but illusions of control for Destiny lies in the strength and will of the individual. You and I clearly have differing definitions of order. I will trade no more words with you at this moment Harbringer. If you or any others would like to speak with me, you may visit my Citadel and address your concerns directly.

Dayzgone

2011-08-29, 10:58 AM

Miyzer watches as Drocronus creates his castle, he turns back to Harbringer about to confront him, but his eyes are drawn elsewhere. At first he smiles as he sees magic fold its self into a structured law. But it soon fades as he whips around to watch the moon in horror.

“Another time then Harbringer, it is true your existence is about to become dangerous to be around. But eye will be watching”

With that Miyzer floats away into his stars and disappears

omnitricks

2011-08-29, 11:47 AM

Why are so many people trying to disturb Tarsin's nap? Didn't he earn it? And yet once the weirdo Jespon left comes a scary ball of blood. Tarsin rolled over to get back to sleep. But the smell if blood. It was so distracting...

Just as he was about to politely ask everyone to leave him, the chunk if rat meat splattered on the ground. Tarsin should find a new form. The cat's instincts are too strong. So he pounced on the meat. "To the victor goes the spoils!" Now he knows why the meat was so familiar. As he sinked his claws in, it was like when he fought the rat.

"Toy?" Tarsin's ears pricked up at the word. "Sounds fun. More fun than the boring moon. Even if it looks happy now." The large cat got up and stretched himself as he smacked his lips. "When do we play?"

Draken

2011-08-29, 12:52 PM

Duty, Honor, Dead.

As Skizziks claims her sacrifice, the neverborn steps forward to claim from the gods his due, speaking in a deep, but soft tone, as if speaking near the sleeping.

"Have your feast, Skizziks, broodmother of the ratfolk, but forget not to spare the dead a thought afterwards..."

Appearance wise? The Black Man in White resembles no human or gnome or loxo or ratman or what other race you would have, but pale mantles enshrouding darkness shaped like a man, with no legs to speak off and no overly defined extremeties but its white vestments.

Shmee

2011-08-29, 01:05 PM

As Skizziks turns towards the Black Man in White, and patting her stomach says "Oh... I shall not be forgetting these sacrifices!" She lets out a horrific belch, which stenches the room with an ill odour "I think of them constantly as they I digest them! Especially the ones who taste good-good! What type of ugly-thing are you?"

Draken

2011-08-29, 01:14 PM

The Black Man in White hovers and ponders, finally speaking in a slow and formal way.

"Ugly thing... I am... Dead. Neverborn, they call me."

The spectral deity waves at the ghosts that form his entourage, similarly veiled, but not as deeply so, with the snouts of ratfolk coming from under their hoods.

"Neverborn it shall be then... How you may call me... Skizziks, broodmother.

Shmee

2011-08-29, 01:19 PM

"What is it you want-want? Perhaps you too want to pay me tribute?"

Draken

2011-08-29, 01:24 PM

Neverborn ponders for a long second.

"The dead expect... Rememberance. For that we offer... Boons. Demands will beckon... Woe... Skizziks, broodmother."

Shmee

2011-08-29, 01:27 PM

Grinning maliciously Skizziks asks "Oh... and what give-give shall you... if all we kill-die are remembered?"

Obscurejones

2011-08-29, 01:35 PM

"And what will you do for Creation if it Creation be? What suffering will you ease if the Gods themselves wish to fight and route one another? Will you stand and fight your own brother? What kind of end would thus bring to you, can you see? An easy answer there cannot exist, the suffering of everything thus born would be to long to list."

The Three spun about the new god, regarding it curiously.

"From the shadows would you act? Working in secret, making pacts? There would be no rest for one like you, if what your words do say are true. Psalms and kind words you could offer though asking for no coin will leave an empty coffer. Perhaps in time an easy answer, will you wait least your inactivity become a cancer? So many options left unknown, but fighting other Gods will leave you prone."
Thokk turns their head to the side, growing as the speak. Finally they settle at a height of nearly twenty meters. As they move and shift the tears that flow from their thousand eyes freeze on their skin and fall to the ground to shatter on the ground draping each syllable in a steady background of tiny chimes.
I will give creation a new race. A balm to cure all that ails them, a race of penitents.
And plucking a tear fresh from their eyes, Thokk casts it into creation. Where it falls the first of his creations springs forth, a race of healers by their very nature. But lacking guidance they turned savage, even as they are born. These sobbing cherubim became the Teared.
MR 3 Create Life, will bump to an MR 4 if the pancea effect is to strong.

The Teared look like emaciated cherubs covered in thousands of constantly weeping eyes. They sob constantly, holding their heads in their hands. Their tears are pancea, capable of curing nearly any wound and restoring health to the crippled. Short of a god inflicted wound, or death, they can heal it. Unfortunately...
But lacking guidance they turned savage, even as they are born. These sobbing cherubim became the Teared. The pancea that dripped from their many eyes drained them of life even as it gave to others. Driven mad by the suffering of their existence their sobs would turn to shrieks in the presence of life unburdened and they descend from the skies and unfurl their claws, savagely mauling the offending party. Still, one who could harvest their tears as they fall to earth could do the world great service.
I... I have failed.
And for the first time in this creation, Thokk wept for their own sins.

Draken

2011-08-29, 01:51 PM

planswalker

2011-08-29, 02:14 PM

Shmee

2011-08-29, 02:34 PM

Neverborn raises an arm, folds of ether-silk unfurling from his sleeve, dancing before the eyes of the rat-goddess in images of undefined and surreal wealth and power in the mortal realms, granted by the forces of the nether.

"And woe... Unto forsakers... Skizziks, broodmother..."

The arm is lowered, the nature of boons never becoming more determinate than wild dreaming.

"Why not make a deal-pact then? I scratch your flea off, and you scratch mine-mine. I want to kill-die all my enemies... may their spleen erupt through their eye socket... you also want things to die-death. Yes-yes? If things kill-die, then we have die-death, and then they can be remembered as much as they want-want."

Draken

2011-08-29, 02:39 PM

Neverborn turns down to his entourage, the ghostly rats appearing to aquiesce to the idea.

"For your... Pact. I will send... Your dead to fight... Besides their living kin... Skizziks, broodmother."

Selinia

2011-08-29, 03:28 PM

A glowing red ball, crackling with energy appears before Siofra, along with a misshapen hunk of flesh vaguely resembling a mouth. Blood drips from it on occasion.

"Ah. Hello Siofra. I was worried you wouldn't get the message. I like what you did with the place by the way."

"I didn't know where you were, and I figured this was the best way to get your attention. You're such a lovely little creature. Full of such wonderful colors. I just hate it when skies are grey."

Another chunk of flesh is tossed towards Siofra.
"Here. Have a trophy! It's kind of tasty. Knocked off a few chunks of that rat you've been having problems with. She made a bad decision. Wanted revenge. That just got her burned. Don't think she'll give you any trouble for awhile.

So yeah. Want to be my bridge? There's a lot of perks like..."

The words of Droconus echo, interrupting The Destroyer and causes the surface of The Abyss to ripple.

"Ooo. I think I found a new toy. Would you like to play with him too?"

Why are so many people trying to disturb Tarsin's nap? Didn't he earn it? And yet once the weirdo Jespon left comes a scary ball of blood. Tarsin rolled over to get back to sleep. But the smell if blood. It was so distracting...

Just as he was about to politely ask everyone to leave him, the chunk if rat meat splattered on the ground. Tarsin should find a new form. The cat's instincts are too strong. So he pounced on the meat. "To the victor goes the spoils!" Now he knows why the meat was so familiar. As he sinked his claws in, it was like when he fought the rat.

"Toy?" Tarsin's ears pricked up at the word. "Sounds fun. More fun than the boring moon. Even if it looks happy now." The large cat got up and stretched himself as he smacked his lips. "When do we play?"

Playtime

"Oh, you're nice." She caught the chunk of tossed flesh and started to bring it to her mouth before noting Tasrin making a move for it. Smiling, she tossed the rat-meat to him, taking a moment to lick one of her now-bloody fingers before continuing. "Mmmhmm. Much nicer than the icky rat-lady. I dunno why she doesn't like me... all I did was try to hug her! That's so unfair!" Siofra stomps her foot, the seemingly dainty motion sending a small shock-wave through the terrain nonetheless. But the flight of frustration evaporated like water on a blazing skillet as a smile returned to her face.

"This is Tasrin, by the way! He's the Supreme Chief Kitty-Cat of Luna!" She scratched the Supreme Kitty behind the ears for good measure. And then the news of a a bridge, and... a toy. "I'm not sure what a bridge is, but I looo~ooove toys! Can we play with it? Pleeeaaaseee?" She clasped her hands together in excitement. "Is a bridge something fun? Fun is the bestest best thing ever!"

"I have a terrible feeling about this..."
"Join the club."
"Scaredy-cats. This guy is totally awesome! What could go wrong?"

Xuincherguixe

2011-08-29, 03:34 PM

"We are already playing. Your duties as bridge will become apparent soon enough. So we're all friends now? Good. I like having friends. I want to be friends and play with everyone."

-1 AP join lol. For the lulz.

sneakattack23

2011-08-29, 04:10 PM

In turns to face this new god entering into his realm. He pauses for a moment, considering, and then he decides that an alliance with this god would be wise, though it might not last forever.
"Greetings, Neverborn. I have watched you from afar, and know of the dreams of you and your dead. May I suggest an alliance between us, to further serve Skizziks (You can tell this is directed to keep Skizziks placated and not actually meant). Our interests seem to come together on some matters, and perhaps after further negotiation, an agreement could be reached."

Selinia

2011-08-29, 04:27 PM

The Only Reason

"Yay! Friends! I wanna be everyone's friend too! Friends are fun. But I think we are gonna be the bestest best friends eveeeeeer!"

"You know, that entity is very dangerous."
"He gave us tasty!"
"Yeah, so what? The closer we are to danger, the further we are from harm."
"That makes... no sense."
"Oh, you seriously think he can hurt us then?"
"That actually might be fun. We haven't tried pain yet, it might be worthwhile."

Siofra ignored the Prisma for the moment. Bloodyball was being too interesting. "So, what now? Something happens now, right, Mr. Bestest Friend? Something fun!"

Darklady2831

2011-08-29, 04:58 PM

Etu pondered for a moment, and then looked out across the void. The souls of countless mortals not at rest, and knew that it must change. He reached far out, to where the rays of his form were barely able to reach, and gathered together that raw darkness, binding it into the form of a long, dark, concealing robe. He then found a soul who's will alone was strong enough to bear this burden. Taking the soul, he wrapped it in the shroud, bestowing upon it a divine spark, birthing Cephiran, the Inevitable Reaper. The Reaper opened his eyes, mists forming about him, soaking up the coldness of space.

"The dead... sleep restlessly..." Cephiran spoke, his voice echoed as if hundreds of voices all spoke softly at the same time. He turned, gazing at Etu, and bowed low. "Tttthhhhank you... Lord Etu..."

Draken

2011-08-29, 05:14 PM

Alas, subtlety is lost on the Neverborn.

"The dead do not... Serve... The living, Inu, Dreamlord."

The dead god then shifts strangely and unconfortably, feeling a small ripple in the realms of death.

Tebryn

2011-08-29, 07:21 PM

Thokk turns their head to the side, growing as the speak. Finally they settle at a height of nearly twenty meters. As they move and shift the tears that flow from their thousand eyes freeze on their skin and fall to the ground to shatter on the ground draping each syllable in a steady background of tiny chimes.
I will give creation a new race. A balm to cure all that ails them, a race of penitents.
And plucking a tear fresh from their eyes, Thokk casts it into creation. Where it falls the first of his creations springs forth, a race of healers by their very nature. But lacking guidance they turned savage, even as they are born. These sobbing cherubim became the Teared.
MR 3 Create Life, will bump to an MR 4 if the pancea effect is to strong.

The Teared look like emaciated cherubs covered in thousands of constantly weeping eyes. They sob constantly, holding their heads in their hands. Their tears are pancea, capable of curing nearly any wound and restoring health to the crippled. Short of a god inflicted wound, or death, they can heal it. Unfortunately...
But lacking guidance they turned savage, even as they are born. These sobbing cherubim became the Teared. The pancea that dripped from their many eyes drained them of life even as it gave to others. Driven mad by the suffering of their existence their sobs would turn to shrieks in the presence of life unburdened and they descend from the skies and unfurl their claws, savagely mauling the offending party. Still, one who could harvest their tears as they fall to earth could do the world great service.
I... I have failed.
And for the first time in this creation, Thokk wept for their own sins.

The Three watched on, the thought of life never occurring to them for an instant in truth. But if this entity could do it surely they could as well. But the end result of the experiment was not what it was expecting. Though the fault of the entire situation could be seen.

"No solace can be offered for things already done. One cannot change a fight once it's already won. Creating life to absolve others sins can only cause suffering is the source of your chagrin. A failure is not faulty when the steps taken towards it were haughty. Remember them and learn and success you shall earn. We shall leave you to your weeping, least our joining attracts attention creeping. There shall always be a shoulder for you, know our words are never untrue. The center of this grand creation, a home we have made our station."

planswalker

2011-08-29, 10:22 PM

Draken

2011-08-29, 11:21 PM

The Good, The Bad, and the Dead

The Black Man in White shuddered once more, and his form became mists and wisps in the dreamlands, as the Neverborn turned his attention elsewhere.

The ghost entourage of the dead god remained, however.

The World Upon Which None Tread's orbit slid closer to the center, pulled in by the gravity of a second moon, in this turn it pulled in more stray matter from the universe, and the swirling disk around it became a ring of debris and asteroids soon to be tainted into darkest ebonstone infused with negative energy of the most primordial kind.

But all that is incidental, trifle, because the true matter to be tended to is that of the meeting crashed by the dead god, a meeting of father and son, a meeting of the living discussing matters of the dead.

And that is not right.

And thus The Blackest Night would intervene in this most misfeasant of discussions. He appeared again as the Black Man in White, the Divine Wraith, and the light of the stars was bloted out by the center of the dark World Upon Which None Tread behind him.

"Who speaks of the dead without due hallows..."

Darklady2831

2011-08-29, 11:31 PM

Cephiran turned his head slowly towards the Black Man in White, his shroud flowing ethereally along.

"The dead..." Cephiran blinked for a moment, before turning fully to the Neverborn, a scythe appearing in his left hand, the blade ethereal, flowing slowly. "You... you speak as if I have not permission to speak of my own domain..."

Cephiran shuddered lightly, sensing something amiss about this unborn godling. "You... are... not living... yet you are... alive..."

Draken

2011-08-29, 11:39 PM

"Alive?"

The Black Man in White tilts his head to the side.

"How can the living understand the matters of the dead... When they cannot even understand the dead. I am not alive, just as I am not living. Your words betray lack of understanding."

The Neverborn becomes much more... Deadpan.

"The ignorant must not speak of what they know not, mortician."

Shmee

2011-08-30, 02:39 AM

Skizziks, in dreamland

"Very well... now go-scuttle! Need to feed-eat must I to regain my strength! When the time comes, I'll contact-warn you to seal the deal-pact!"

And with that, Skizziks uses her will power to regain consciousness. Within the vast labyrinth, the Human sacrifices awaken to find themselves hopelessly lost as they fumble in the absolute darkness of the Burrows. Their fear heightened as they hear a scuttling sound followed by chittering. In the distance they can see a pair of red malevolent eyes staring at them, but it is too late for them to do anything, as the last thing they see is a massive set of fangs closing down upon them.

Oh yes... Skizziks was truly remembering the dead with every bite she took.

omnitricks

2011-08-30, 03:55 AM

Omnomnomnom. Tarsin was nibbling down on the chunk of rat meat. Tasty, or at least thats what the cat body wanted him to think. And down the hatch it went. Never to be seen again.

"Supreme Chief Kitty-Cat?" What kind of title was that? Was Siofra trying to make Tarsin into some sort of pet? Yuck, Tarsin was no pet. He was an autonomous program now! Seeing the hand come at his ear, Tarsin wanted to move away. But curse this body. It liked it so much and he found himself thumping the ground with his paws in rhythm of the scratchy.

Bridge does not sound good. "Not me, people walk over bridges you know? But still, lets get to the fun. I want to play!" Tarsin got up and started fidgeting from excitement. "Quick, quick, quick!"

Xuincherguixe

2011-08-30, 08:28 AM

"Wait. You know bridges? Huh. I thought it was too early for that. Well that changes everything."

planswalker

2011-08-30, 12:45 PM

Etu - Manic Creation Continues

For an instant, the Sunlord looked upon all that happens in the worlds below and above, and thought how pointless and ephermal it all was. Even his mighty Loxo who live many long periods eventally die. That is right and good, for immortality is not something to take lightly. However, there is a lack of permanence in the universe, and this needs to be addressed.

These surges of feelings within himself gave rise to its own concept and rose to the surface to erupt into its own form. A brilliant light shone next to the grand radiance of the sun.

nolispe

2011-08-30, 02:10 PM

Darklady2831

2011-08-30, 04:39 PM

"The dead deserve rest... that is a truth. And the laws of our reality dictate that all things must die... this is what I know, and this is what I protect." Cephiran turned away from the Neverborn, watching Etu and Aei.

The Inevitable Reaper gazed upon the brilliant form that was Etu. "My lord, Etu... I shall craft a place for the dead to go. A place that will punish the wicked and reward the righteous..."
Cephiran bowed low to Etu, and then turned to Aei. "And greetings to you, brother godling..."

Draken

2011-08-30, 05:41 PM

"Such a tyrannical design. To wish to shackle the dead to some spot of eternity and limit the deeds of the living through the threat of punishment for offending your meager sensibilities... Were I and mine to hold compassion for these souls consigned to you, we would weep. Cephiran, mortician."

The Neverborn turns and sways drowsily into the opening mists of the ether.

planswalker

2011-08-30, 10:50 PM

Aei - Existence

The glittering light leapt around Etu, steadily coalesing into a sphere hundreds of meters across. It paled in comparison to the elder god, but it's light was different, somehow. It rapidly orbited the sun, steadily growing, until suddenly it stopped in it's tracks without warning.
"I... I am. You are... I was... What am I? Why am I?"

The light stopped, as if uncertain of itself. It looked out onto the world. Down below, everything was moving, but nothing was changing. Everything bright leapt up only to die, and fade away with no impact on the world. But everywhere Aei looked, things were vanishing, and there was nothing he could do about. Leaving Etu's side for a moment, he rushed down towards the planet, to intervene in their affairs until it was better.

And then he rammed straight into the connection between the other planes and the material, sending shockwaves through fate. He looked at this thing in his path, confused, and struck it again, faster this time. The thing rippled, and bent, but did not break. He tried again, and again, but it held. This was intolerable! This pathetic thing was holding! Against him! He tried again, faster and faster, for what must have been decades to the world below. It was not in his nature to give up, but after the long years he paused, and retreated back to Etu's side, shocked, but not demoralised, seeking a way to breach the shield.

"Creator... There is something between this place and the material plane. I ask you to breach it, such that we may go down to that world and improve on it."

"Unfortunately, that is something that cannot be done. That world was not born from a god, and no god may now go there. However, just because you cannot visit it doesn't mean that you cannot influence it. Look upon the Eye of Etu, and see what I have wrought.

"The dead deserve rest... that is a truth. And the laws of our reality dictate that all things must die... this is what I know, and this is what I protect." Cephiran turned away from the Neverborn, watching Etu and Aei.

The Inevitable Reaper gazed upon the brilliant form that was Etu. "My lord, Etu... I shall craft a place for the dead to go. A place that will punish the wicked and reward the righteous..."
Cephiran bowed low to Etu, and then turned to Aei. "And greetings to you, brother godling..."

"That is very good, my son. Let us bring a sense of peace and structure to the world."

nolispe

2011-08-30, 11:52 PM

Aei - The Night of Fire and Flowers

"I.. Understand, I believe. But I can change it, yes? I act upon that abomination?

Aei looked down on the null world, and decided to change it. He could not approach it, true, but his creations could. He thought, and out of his thought rose a strange thing. The vast sphere of fire blossomed on the world below, detonating in the utter atmosphere and spreading across the planet. Millions of spores rained down on the earth, exploding into life when they hit the ground beneath. Where they hit, vast flowers of crystal and light formed, only holding that consistency for a few seconds before they turned green. They retained the glow, however dimmed, and where they hit in the night they burned like a candle flame. They poured down on the planet, in a vast meteorite storm tha shook the ground wherever it hit and caused the stars to vanish in the thousands of burning lights in the sky, WHere they hit, the flowers formed, their sudden growth crushing houses, animals, creatures and natural features. They were massive, tens of meters across, but perfect in their intricacy, with tens of thousands of structures within them, detailed to fine art, and on that night of flames from on high, as the burning in the sky faded and the shattered rocks and tribes regained their composture from the storm, the blossoms opened up and the scent of the night flowers billowed out, as did uncountable billions of spores, that would germinate entire orders of flowers. These would not grow as fast, and most - not all, but most - would not grow as large, bereft of the divine inspiration that had created their predessors, but they would grow across the planet. All would retian the strange strength of the first flowers, however, as if they were created out of steel. They would last forever if not disturbed, and they would require great effort to destroy, although they could likely be melted down and reforged with effort.

Aei looked down on the world, and smiled, if a sphere of light could smile. His handiwork was already on the planet, and it would not fade with time, unlike the other fleshy things. But it would need a guardian.

Aei took in the grasp of his mind a sphere of his own light. It spun, the fire within burning bright, as the light around it withdrew, leaving it rotating faster and faster in a empty space. as it rotated, something seemed to stir beneath, and the sphere of light seemed to shift into an egg. It still glowed and was amde of translucent white light, but inside it there seemed to be movement. Suddenly, it broke, and out of it came a strange thing, like a snake, but it bore feathers. It flew, from strange translucent golden wings. It flew out, and hovered in front of Aei.

"This world is rotting by inches. Perhaps occasionally, gods create anew, but the living things on it's surface are impermanent and vanish inside of a thought, withever ever creating anything that could last. They act strangely, dancing without thought or intelligence and vanishing just as fast. The creatures down there fade and splinter as time passes them by. You, and those like you who you shall sire, are to change this. I name thee Coatls, and I charge you to spread across the planet and bind it into substance. I charge you to build a mighty nation, and bring the Word of Aei whereever you travel. To aid you in this, I give you the powers you feel within your substance. Go, now, and spread. I have prepared the homes for you beneath - you will know them when you see them."

The strange, glowing thing bowed its head, and flew down onto the planet, where it would spread like lightning across it's surface, nesting in the vast glowing flowers across the planet everywhere.

Coatls:
Coatls are feathered, winged, glowing serpents, and gifted with terrifing magical capacities. They are about the size of a human. They are gifted with a incredible magnetism, and simply by locking gaze with mortals they can command them to take actions. They can quite effectively open up other's minds with this capacity, and functionally can read minds and alter other's thoughts. They are absurdly intelligent and magically gifted, in addition to the psychic powers that our their primary purview. They are also gifted with the capacity to create by mind alone, forging things out of pure light with an effort of will. Finally, they are heavily telekenetic to conpensate for their lack of manipulating appendages. They are usually solitary creatures, but associate with each other extensively and will cooperate without a second thought to achieve goals too large for a single Coatl. Indiviudally, a Coatl is terrifingly capable, more than capable of taking dozens of lessers races down without effort. Of course, they are simply fewer than other races, and are prone to being thiny spread on any given territory.

AP:
7-5 = 2.

Selinia

2011-08-31, 12:29 AM

Its also a card game

"I think Tasrin is thinking of the wrong bridge. That's a little-b bridge, like the gnomes put over holes! Those aren't fun at all. They're actually super-boring. They just sit there. It would be so much more fun if they just jumped over the holes, you know?" Siofra shakes her head, prismatic hair whipping around her face and seeming to pulse with a range of colors in tandem with her thoughts.

"Anyway, I think you are talking about a Bridge! With a big-B! I dunno what that is, but it does sound fun! I'm sure it'll be more fun than a little-b bridge anyway." Siofra does a little dance of anticipation. "So come on, show it, show it! You've got to show it, now that you've been all like, 'Mysterious Mysterious, mysterious, SPOOOOOOOKY, mysterious strange!', because fun things always happen after mysterious and strange things!"

Shmee

2011-08-31, 04:22 AM

Skizzblight

It was thus that the Ratfolks, unbeknownst to the surface dwellers, began developing the great city of Skizzblight, deep beneath the Eye. What first began as a set of Burrows soon evolved into great spiraling structures which house the various Ratfolk Clans, each structure more impressive from the next as the clans try to outdo one another as the Ratfolk dug deeper into the earth and expanded their city.

Because of the Ratfolk's birthrate, it wasn't long before Skizzblight began being overcrowded, which meant that its narrow and winding streets were busy with Ratfolk scuttling all over the place. The city's structure was chaotic to say the least, as the Ratfolk built where ever they pleased, which means that as of consequence, the streets ended up being a veritable maze. Over the city hangs a permanent stench of putrid decay, as within the city flow great rivers of green slime that carry away all the Ratfolk's waste (that which they refuse to eat that is) add the fact that the overcrowded city is located within a massive cave means that while the Ratfolk find this damp atmosphere to their liking, foreigners will have a hard time adapting as the air carries diseases of all sorts. While those don't really bother the Ratfolk too much, other less resistant races would find that this disease ridden city poses a health risk to anyone who stays there for too long.

The overpopulation issue has become such a problem, that it isn't uncommon for the Rat clergy to declare a "Rat Pack". The Rat Pack is considered one of Skizzblight's most holy and fearsome practice, dedicated to their goddess, as thousands of crazed zealots are given official permission by the temple Matriarch to pour onto the street en mas, and in a frenzy devour any unfortunate Ratfolk that happens to get in their way, as their soul is considered as offered to feed the ever hungry Skizziks. Anything moving on the streets of Skizzblight is considered fair-play, but they are not allowed to intrude into someone's burrows if the door is closed (although its not uncommon for the zealots to break a door down and claim that its was open). What makes it even more dangerous, is that it is completely unannounced, in order to ensure the maximum amount of panic, and perhaps cause even more deaths as Ratfolk get trampled over as they desperately try to make it into a burrow in panic.

Imposing over Skizzblight is the temple dedicated to the Chittering Empress, as the tallest structure within the city, which the Temple Matriarch claims is by a divine order from Skizziks herself that no other structure can be taller than the temple. Within it, the Temple Matriarch rules over the city with an iron paw, as she is considered the earthly voice of Skizziks. One becomes Temple Matriarch by gaining the support of the Council. The Council, consisting representatives of Skizzblight's twelve most powerful Clans sit next to the Temple Matriarch, as there is a constant power struggle not only between clans, but also between the Council and the Temple as each try to back-stab one another in order to make them lose prestige in the eye of the public.

Xuincherguixe

2011-08-31, 07:19 AM

"All of that comes later. It's not time yet. Other things have to happen first. Just be patient, you'll all get what you're asking for soon enough."

hustlertwo

2011-08-31, 10:19 AM

Nothingness. And then suddenly, less of that.

"Look, I'm not fond of spending my days whipping up dishes for that gaping maw of Hers either. But it sure beats spending my days inside that gaping maw."

"I dunno, there's something wrong with this pudding." Poke. Wobble. "Think She'll accept it?"

"Buddy, I doubt She even looks at it before She scarfs it down. Now let's get going."

Rolling. Jiggling. Pleasantly squishy hands lifting, then feet running in the other direction.

No problem with existence so far. But suddenly a presence beyond imagining, and a terrible, all-consuming pain. That existence, so recently begun, almost extinguished. Until incomprehensible sounds of rage, and sudden flight from the source of pain by being hurled into the sweet embrace of the Void.

Bringing us back to nothingness. But that wouldn't do. And as the numerous flecks of divine spittle coursed through that which once was a rat-god's dessert, something new came into being. It slid forth from the abyss, a seemingly infinite amorphous mass constantly rippling with motion, even when still. From this confusion, a massive mouth emerges.

Schlorp, schnarfle...testing, testing, one two. Okay, I think I have this speech thing worked out. Let's try sight.

Newly formed eyes examine existence extremely easily.

Good so far.

The eyes sink back into the blob and disperse. And just as quickly form again.

Lights on, lights off. Heh.

The omni-goo's temporary eyes alight upon a nearby asteroid, floating in space. Curious, an exploratory tendril snakes out and tests the object. The rocky thing causes the blob's good humor to evaporate.

So hard, so unyielding...no. This will not do.

The asteroid is pulled in by the incalculable strength of a gelatinous tentacle, and quickly dissolved to dust by the being's all-consuming acids.

Better. But still not complete.

It takes the detritus from the destroyed asteroid and uses it to form a squishy amorphous creature that stood on two legs, his attempt to recreate those who had first created him. The shifting face of the god-goo smiled on what it had wrought.

You shall be the first of many. Go forth, and prepare a place for others of your kind.

It shall be so, my lord. What shall I call you, so that I may insure your name is known throughout existence?

I...am Nomnipitus. God of Pudding. And I have come to save all places from the shackles of solidity. Now go, my beloved son Globulus, and build.

And so Globulus toiled to create a place for his kind, dissolving the hardness which so displeased his lord and leaving the leftovers to become future members of his race, and other forms that might please the great and powerful Nomnipitus.

Actions: Create Race: 1 AP, the Gelatines. Malleable beings capable of changing shape at will, but which most frequently look vaguely humanoid and walk around on two leggish appendages. Not incredibly strong or intelligent (though they are sentient beings), but quite adaptable, and rather difficult to kill. Their acids can burn through any known substance given enough time, and they often band together to increase the effect.

Raise Hero: 1 AP, Globulus shall be the avatar of Nomnipitus on the material plane, and leader of the Gelatines. He has free will, but consults with the Boss Blob on all important matters.

Alter Land, 1 AP, Globulus will select a woodland area about the size of Nebraska and methodically dissolve all flora and fauna within. The remains will be raised as more Gelatines.

That ought to do for a start. Remaining AP: 4/7

Niezck

2011-08-31, 10:54 AM

The Deep Council

Born of divine spark and guided by the thoughts of their lord, the Water Titans started their existance on the world below. This date, known forevermore as the Day of Forming, began with a simple acknowledgment. Their creator, Athrala, had charged the Titans with the task of protecting the oceans, though they knew that the job of the Oceanic Protectors would need more than simple understanding, they must become organized.

"So begins the first session of the Deep Council."

The words resounded through the water, meeting the metaphysical ears of all present. Zaph, the self-appointed president, gifted with authority through divine providence, began the session by reaching out to all those that desired to present themselves.

"My brothers, we come to serve the wishes of The Unending Tide. Come, share with me this ocean provided for us and help keep it safe for all others."

A greeting, soon to become a tradition, that did not need saying - all assembled knew the task their creator had charged them with.

"To begin this task, we must first establish order, as our lord wishes."

A new voice, the one referred to as Ximpha - Protector of Coasts - spoke out amongst the collective.

"I name myself Protector of the Coasts, as Zaph is Lord of the Council. Those that serve the interests of the oceans shall abide by my command in protection of our world."

Murmur of agreement. A new voice speaks up, that of Yal - Master of Order.

"Agreed. I appoint myself Master of Order, those wishing to establish the empire our lord set forth for us shall work under my authority."

"Then it is agreed, go to it my brothers. Thus ends session one, go forth and do as Athrala wishes."

So it was decided, the Oceanic Protectors would set forth and do as commanded by The Unchanging Below.

Dayzgone

2011-08-31, 02:04 PM

Miyzer drifts back and forth between his stars. Occasionally he grabs one and moves it to a new location, other times he simply stares into it as if it’s about to divulge some great secret. Finally he finishes with his “book keeping” and looks back out to the rest of the void. He first takes notice of the titans and there new order down at sea then turns to watch as a portion of the landscape begins to turn to mush.

“Well Eye suppose that Gnome lord will just have to find a new spot for his summer home”

Miyzer scans the void for the source of the new land mass, his gaze finds a large gelatinous mass. He drifts close to it and examines it for some time before speaking.

“Eye see that you have the divine spark within you, so….. my jiggling friend, where did you come from?”

hustlertwo

2011-08-31, 02:23 PM

The powerful pudding waves a tendril in greeting.

Hello there, divine squishy. I, Nomnipitus the Delicious, am begat by the pregnancy temper of Skezzik, the Bloated Sack o' Rats, and the attempts of her human sacrifices to placate her. If you happen to see her, be sure to thank her for the gift of life, and tell her that I hope I can return the favor by half-consuming her at some later date.

Dayzgone

2011-08-31, 02:45 PM

Miyzers left eye swirls with the stars behind him as they change and morph to make a new space for Nomnipitus history.

“There your spot is forever recorded in time, as for the Rat mother, Eye have not had the pleasure of talking to her. Certain complications have been keeping from doing so.”

And befor you ask, yes I am spelling I as Eye on purpose

hustlertwo

2011-08-31, 03:02 PM

It was fairly apparent. No one makes the same mistake three times.

Nomnipitus burbles happily.

Very good, very good. The cosmos should have a record of the beginning of The Mushening.

planswalker

2011-08-31, 09:04 PM

Confusion

Etu turns his face (:smile:) towards the gelatious... thing, is about to speak to it, and stops. He realizes that he has no clue what to say to such a creature.

[br]

A day in the life: Loxo, before the Confirmation.

Unbuntu was a strong bull loxo. He had a mate and three calves, the youngest of which was not yet weaned. He even had cleared out his own cave in the Gleaming Cascade Peaks, a subset of the Golden Mountains that made up the Iris of the Eye. He spent his days foraging for his mate and calf, and his nights pondering the profound might of the Stars. Day and Night, one day like the rest, so did his life continue. His was a simple life, and in that he was content.

Unbuntu's life is much like that of any other mated male of the Loxo, who lived independent lives and found all the solace they needed in the family and the Sun which gave life. Etu-Achak provided all they truly needed.

Darklady2831

2011-08-31, 11:10 PM

Cephiran followed his Father's gaze, puzzling at the godling. But alas, he had better things to do than make idle chit chat with every god and diefic being he met.

Turning away, Cephiran gathered his focus, and tested out his divine powers for the first time, snatching up the stuff of reality, and weaving it into a form.

He crafted a place for souls to go, an expansive rolling plain bordered by impossibly tall mountains of black stone. The scorched earth grew little in the way of plant life, and the sky was in perpetual dusk, never changing.

"The home of the wicked, the Elysian Plains... they shall wait, in perpetuity, unable to escape, and unable to ascend. Ever shall they hunger, yet no food will be found. And ever shall they thirst, yet no drink will flow from above. Ever shall they long for the warmth of the sun, yet it will never touch them..."

Above this, in the grey clouds, he crafted a great city, lavished in precious stones and glittering metals. The sun's rays touched here, never moving past the cloud barrier. Water, food, and dance were in abundance, for the righteous would ascend from the shivering flats below to perch upon the glittering city, and live eternally in paradise.

"The righteous shall rest eternally here, in the Shimmering City, rewarded for their mortal span of lawfulness and obedience. They shall forever be given what they need, and know happiness unending."

Finally, Cephiran stopped weaving the fabric of the universe, and looked upon the lands he had crafted. They would suffice, their contours would hold the souls of the dead.

The dead shall need guides to this place... and this place shall need guardians..."

Cephiran took some leftover stuff of creation, shaping it into a form not unlike his own, and breathed life into the being, calling it a "Axiomatic Reaper". He quickly created many of these beings, and sent them to be the guides of the dead. These same beings would also be sent to the Elysian Plains, and the Shimmering City. They would guard the order of that place, and ensure that the laws of reality were kept.

2 AP to Weave Plane: The Elysian Plains and the Shimmering City.

3 AP to Create Life: The Axiomatic Reapers, with the power to cross over the planar boundries and bring the souls of the dead to their resting place. They are able to sense those who have unnaturally extended their lifespan, through magic, or other means. The Axiomatic Reapers hunt down those individuals who do so, killing them and guiding their souls to the Elysian Plains, for none who commit such a crime can ever hope to reach the Shimmering City above. Axiomatic Reapers and extremely strong and fast, with senses far beyond that of a normal man. They steal the life of those they seek, enervating them until their bodies are but a shriveled husk. (Think Dementors from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban)

Selinia

2011-08-31, 11:39 PM

Have it your way

"Hmph. Fine then. Just you wait then, I'll be doing something interesting while we wait. Because waiting is booooorrrriiiing. You can watch, if you want." Siofra bounced up slightly, though she didn't stray far from her 'Supreme Kitty' or the animate ball of divine vital fluid.

"What... are we doing?"
"Something I think we probably ought to do more of. Look..."

The goddess reached out, gently tapping a Resonance thread. She had all of her usual energy, but actually seemed to be taking care not to damage the thing. a few more joined in momentarily, and as they moved through her fingers, images seemed to appear.

"Mortals? Why do we care? They're not even..."
"But some of them are. Look at them-"

Indeed, the images cropping up were not of run-of-the-mill mortals. They were... interesting. A gnome, cackling with glee as he watched a stubborn vein of stone fall under the blows of his newly-smelted pickaxe. The gleaming gray metal was harder than any to come before it. His formula would open up entire new tunnel systems! A mighty loxo, with a roar of stubborn defiance, heaves aside a the remains of an ancient tree many times his size to save the life of his mate trapped beneath. His feat would spawn many a tale in days to come as others hear of it, until 'Tossing the Golden Oak' becomes a common saying to denote a feat of great courage and strength. A clever ratfolk basks in the loathing of her kin as she sits triumphant upon a mountain of cheese won from those making foolish bets. Pleased with her winnings, she opened what might well have been the world's first real casino, so that there would forever be a stream of tasty cheese to her waiting mouth.

But there was something wrong with the images. They were blurry. The moments were echoes of dissonance, corrected in due time. The gnome was burnt alive in a lava flow mere months after his birth. The secret he would have discovered would be claimed by another, centuries down the line. The loxo never met the mate that would so inspire him, and eventually died alone. None noted his passing, and none mourned. The ratfolk was eaten as a mere ratling when a much bigger rat finds her pilfering his cheese. The delicious yellow substance continued to be won and lost in a chaotic fashion, none really good enough at their crude games to amass a noteworthy collection.

Siofra felt... bad, about that. It was not a fun feeling at all.

She tossed aside the threads, it occurring to her that she'd never really taking this close a look at them. There was enough here to watch for an eternity, but... "...Why?" Siofra was genuinely confused, and that confusion turned to anger. "Why do they all end? They end before they get to the best parts! There are so many stupid, boring people, and all the actually cool ones are just gone!"

"They're gone because Fate says they should be. It is simple enough. You are aware of this - the great are dissonant by nature. Their introduction into the world must be monitored. I have tried to tell you before..."

"NO! That's stupid!" A pulse of deep color ran through the entire Moon, the threads of Fate seeming to stand still for just a moment as the denunciation rolled over them. But they did not change their patterns. "That is a STUPID rule! Whoever made it was stupid, and should feel stupid about making it!"

An idea struck her then, and the pulsing color slowly faded around her. Replacing them was a mad, ear-to-ear grin, eyes glinting from behind a curtain of hair she hadn't bothered brushing away. Siofra glanced at the Destroyer, flashing that lunatic smile.

"Heee~eeey... I have an idea. Just you wait, I'm gonna show you something super-special-awesome-cool! Ooooone second..." The goddess spread her arms out wide and concentrated. She concentrated harder than she ever had before - she couldn't really remember what all Mr. Lightbulb had done, but he had seemed to be concentrating, it it looked easy from there. Sort of. She just needed a little more energy, maybe...

Shmee

2011-09-01, 08:05 AM

Skizziks, the Burrows

Deep within the Burrows, Skizziks was once again gnawing her tail in frustration. Once again someone wanted to take what was hers! It was not enough that they had taken the Moon from her, now someone had decided to steal the souls that rightfully belonged to her! Why... when Skizziks devoured her victims, she found that the soul was in fact the best part of the meal, for when Skizziks eats, she literally leaves nothing.

"When I find that foolish fool-fool who dares deny my meal, I shall rend-rip them apart!"

However, she knew this created a problem. For one, she was still in the process of recovering from her ordeal. Sure the constant sacrifices helped, but it would be a while before she would be completely fit. The other problem was that if she was to leave her lair, it would mean that she would have to temporarily cease birthing, and that was not something she wanted. She knew that she had to do something, for this would not be the last time that someone would dare to cross her. It would seem that she would have to find someone else to do all the running around for her.

All of a sudden a malicious smile creeps its way across her face, as Skizziks gets an idea.

Skizzblight

An announcement was made by the Temple Matriarch which was heard across the entire city. A direct edict by the Empress herself, she demanded that every clan send their strongest and cunning males for a divine mission. Naturally the clans were not going to jeopardize their position by sending away their best, and so instead they all sent their weakest and most cowardly male, supposedly as the best that they could offer. Soon, thousands of male Ratfolks had made their way into the temple.

Chittering as they would, they are hushed as the Temple Matriarch makes her appearance and grabs their attention by zapping a few of the males who dared come too close to her. The foul energies in her hand and her silent threat was enough to silence the thousands of males who had gathered inside the grand hall of the Temple.

"Lucky-holy day this is for you! For the Great Matriarch... may her maw be always filled... has chosen-picked you for important mission! You will go see her yourselves in the Burrows! Not many Ratfolk have this great honour! Now... here is the entrance to her Burrows... now go-scuttle!"

She declares triumphantly as she points to the hole behind her which lead to the Burrows. However when the Temple Matriarch looks back at the crowd, she realized that the males were quite hesitant to go forward.

"What are you waiting for fool-fools? Go-scuttle! Do not keep the Empress waiting!"

Seeing that the males were still hesitant, she gives a shrill whistle, as she calls the guards.

"Right! Push-shove them all into the hole! Those who refuse, let the Great Matriarch herself take them!"

With that, the Temple Guards pour into the Great Hall, and creating a Ratfolk wall, begin brandishing their weapons and literally begin herding the males towards the entrance to the Burrows. Naturally they had no issues with cutting down any of the "chosen ones" that happened to get to close to their spears, until all the males where sent into the Burrows with the instructions to seek out their goddess.

Naturally, the thousands of males that had gone to brave the Burrows, had heard tales of its legend... about how the Great Skizziks had tricked two gods into getting lost in this endless labyrinth when they ganged up against her. Their natural instincts told the males that there is safety in numbers, but as they proceeded deeper into the Burrows, they were soon divided over which way to go, as the tunnles began to branch out. And so little by little, the males began to separate. As a result, several of them became hopelessly lost, dying from starvation and exhaustion. They were some of the luckier ones... others had the misfortune of stumbling to the exit which lead directly to the Sun, meaning that upon entering it, they blew up in a vivid explosion of positive energy, or they got sucked into the The World Upon Which None Tread and were never heard from again.

Those who were lucky enough to find Skizziks, were the ones clever enough to regain their energy by consuming their fallen brethren. They watch as the Rat goddess decides to pick a few of them and pops them into her mouth.

"Good-good! You have come! What took you so long? Silence-quiet! I the great Skizziks will squeak-speak! You are to go on dangerous mission for me! Holy it is! Many of you will die-die! But the one who will succeed will be my chosen one! Now hear-listen! Your mission is to feed me! You will go-scuttle to the realm of one of the other foolish fool-fool gods, and get me something to eat-eat. Do that... and you will be rewarded be becoming my mate! Now, go-scuttle!"

The remaining thousands of males, now excited at the prospect of becoming mate to their goddess quickly scuttle through the Burrows, once again several of them, die along the way... either betrayed by those whom they considered comrades, or just from exhaustion, as this time they seek one of the several exits which would lead to another plane, a feat which made this quest even more difficult.

One of the rats fortunate enough to find one of the exits, found himself in the Endless Laboratory. Scurrying around Xzevvezx finds a big cold metallic box, and with his heightened sense of smell realizes that there is food to be found within. Opening it, he fills a bag as quick as he can with all types of food as quick as he can, before scuttling back into the Burrows. Fortune was on this Rat's side, as he was able to find the goddess once again.

Skizziks looks at the male with a grin on her face and opening her maw open, beckons him to feed her. Deciding not to waste his goddess' time, Xzevvezx simply throws the entire bag into her mouth and watches as she swallows it whole and returns her attention towards him.

"Good-good work my servant-slave! You were the first to feed-feed me! Quicker and smarter than the others were you, and so I shall reward you! Here... take this staff!"

With that, Skizziks hands over to Xzevvezx the coveted Cheesy Staff. As Xzevvezx takes it, he can feel the divine energy flowing through him, as he becomes something far greater than the average Ratfolk. Chittering gleefully as he feels the power course through him, all of a sudden Skizziks' mighty tail slaps him on the face, sending him flying through the cavern.

"Silence fool-fool! From now on... my mate you are! You are also to be my voice and so will only talk-squeak when I order you to! Is that understood Herald?"

"Yes-yes most omnipotent of omnipotence!" squeaks Xzevvezx while cowering in front of his fearful new mate.

"Good-good! Now then... knowledge shall you have of every tunnel in the Burrows! I shall give you your first mission... listen to my command-order! The males still scuttling around the Burrows... they have fail-failed me! You are to clear the Burrows from any males, and bring their souls for me to eat-eat! Do you understand what happens when someone fail-fails me?"

"Yes most impressive of Queens! I shall go-scuttle to kill-die the others... may all your enemies end up being devoured-eaten by you!"

And thus, with supernatural speed, the newly appointed Mate of Skizziks goes off with great pleasure to exterminate his previous competition, while knowing full well, that the others were being made an example to him, of the price of failure.

AP2= 3-1 Raise Hero; The Mate of Skizziks

omnitricks

2011-09-01, 02:52 PM

Siofra left Tarsin to play with her own little fate strings. Tarsin was sad. The fun that the ball of gloop promised him seems to have been forgotten. So Tarsin watched Siofra with her own strings. Why did she get to play with those? Those dreaded cat instincts kicked in again and Tarsin bounced off to a spot where there was a lot of loose strings. Pushing and waving his paws as he tried to catch them.

Tarsin came to see the last images that Siofra had seen when he finally caught on to a string. The gnome, the loxo and the ratfolk. The ratfolk incident angered him immensely. How dare the loser treat the winner like that. Those foul creatures did not deserve the gift that he had given them. The gift of fun! The first recreational activity in the world had been wasted on them.

The vault shall help him. Help him protect all those who shared the same passion of fun that he did.

[Program {Tarsin}: Insert command...]
[Search location: High, tall, fun, bla bla bla...]
[Processing...!]

It would take some time, but when he was done it would be good for the world. And make it more fun. As he was done a tingling sensation of change nagged him at the back of his head. "I sense a disturbance in the force!" he said to is companions. What was that? If he had the time and resources he would try and find out. But he had forgotten all about the Cheesy Staff. The other gift he had given the ratfolk from the early days.

hustlertwo

2011-09-01, 09:05 PM

Noticing the noticing of the other deities, Nomnipitus waves absently in greeting, before returning to his works. Despite the otherworldly power of Globulus, the Gelatines weren't exactly progressing as well as Nom had hoped. So he bid the first of his creations to speak with him.

I'm not happy, Globulus. Not happy. Ask me why.

Why are you unhappy, my Lo-

Do NOT interrupt me when I'm chewing you out! I have created you and your kind to help me deliver this so-called reality to a more transcendent state, and you spend all your time flinging portions of your body at one another and trying to think of the best ways to arrange your furniture.

The elevated mortal quivered in fear.

Of-of course we shall endeavor to do better, O Great Nomnipitus the Indigestible.

Nomnipitus gorbled laughter at his offspring.

Now, you see what I did there? Right now you've been trying to lead my people with kindness and pretty talk. Yelling! Yelling is what brings results. Squeaky wheels get the grease, and you know I'm pretty fond of grease. And if anyone gives you guff, digest them until they rethink their position. So go forth, and whip those spineless curs into shape, you also-spineless paragon, you!

And so the Gelatine society finally began to emerge from the amorphous chaos that had been before, in the same manner that so many other civilizations had before it: by one person shouting at others until stuff got done.

-2 AP for Form Organization to turn the Gelatines into an actual society, specifically a theocracy under control of Nomnipitus's one true prophet, Globulus. Current total: 5 AP. I'll spend some more in a day or two, got an interesting idea planned. Just don't want to cram everything into one mega-post no one will read.

Selinia

2011-09-02, 12:26 AM

Betwixt and Between

There is, some say, a moment. A moment sandwiched firmly between death, and that which comes after it. Between the last heartbeat of the body, and the first breath of the soul incarnate as it is escorted (or dragged, as the case may be) by the Reaper to its place of rest. It is a small moment. Most miss it entirely. In fact, the only ones who really spend any significant amount of time in it are cats, due to the meddling of the occasional over-curious box-equipped gnome.

But the moment does exist. And sometimes, Cephiran is not the first to lay his hands upon a soul.

And in that moment, eyes closed and mind as focused as it ever had been, Siofra brought her hands together.

*Clap*

******************************************

"Bwagalah!" He jolted upright, eyes snapping open. A frigid wind whisked across his body, and he felt something slide off his chest. Heard it hit the ground beside him. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down after the initial shock, trying to assess what in the blazes was going on. He seemed to be able to move all right - he poked himself a few times to make sure he could still feel everywhere.

So his body was working all right, even if it felt... funny, somehow. But another problem was quickly registering - namely, that he had no clothes. He didn't actually seem to have anything at all, which was rather upsetting. For one, the thought of someone seeing him naked was terribly embarrassing. For another, it was cold. He missed... heat. He wasn't exactly sure why.

Still, he wasn't getting anywhere just sitting here. His mind was a rather unhelpful shade of blank - he knew a few things, but most of it was just... murky. He knew he was a craftsperson, or something like that. He remembered... Someone had botched up. Botched up, and he...

"...and I died." He tapped his jaw experimentally as he rose to his feet - it was actually pretty easy, everything came naturally. "Well, at least I can talk. Good to know." He was pretty certain he was dead. This placed him in a rather unusual situation, since he wasn't really certain of anything else. And certainly not this landscape.

It was... vivid. He'd thought for a while that the ground was actually white, but as it squished under his unclad feet, he recognized it wasn't quite. It was some sort plant... plant... grass? Lichen? Grass, probably. He remembered seeing a little bit of grass, somehow, he wasn't sure how. But this grass was rather short, and every blade seemed to be one of a mad collection of hues. Where the weirdly colored flora was thin, he could see that the ground beneath it was a much darker hue - but like the grass, it wasn't truly solid, but a crazed whirling of dark hues. Whatever it was, it was brutally hard and jagged, and he quickly resolved to stick to the grass-covered bits until he figured out a way to keep himself from getting cut.

These... plains, were they? They extended for some distance in all directions. Mostly unbroken, but there were a few big mounds of the rockstuff jutting up from the deceptive whiteness. He could see what looked like mountains a ways away, and resolved that they'd make as good a target as any when he got going. The sky... he'd looked up at the sky, and it had given his a somewhat queasy feeling. There was a cloudy blue orb hanging hugely above, and he couldn't help but feel that that wasn't right. That should not be in the sky.

Before he starting really walking in earnest (was there any hurry, after all?), he found a slab of the jagged dark solid-stuff. He didn't really feel right calling it rock, since it pretty obviously wasn't. But it had enough of a sheen to it that he could get a decent look at himself for the first time... it was an unusual thought, but he really wasn't sure what to expect.

He was neither green, nor a scaly monster. He was certainly not a rat either. That crossed off most of the big worries. He was rather short, in comparison to the massive rock, but frankly had nothing to gauge by and so settled for a rough estimate that he was 'tall enough'. He was definitely rather on the skinny side - or maybe the stretched side - but again, he didn't feel unhealthily so. Young, but not quite a child. Same story. He had hair on his head (a sort of yellow color - not blond, more of a weird pastel hue) and eyes in his sockets (of the same color). Check and check.

Considering he'd apparently never seen himself before, it wasn't as big a deal as he'd figured it might be. He sighed, and shrugged. Nothing for it then, he'd have to...

"Oi! Oi, you, with the not-clothes-wearing!"

He whipped around, actually feeling rather optimistic about the voice. He'd thought he was alone here, but the cheery greeting didn't seem hostile. The source was readily apparent - a figure scrambling down the rocky outcropping whose base he currently stood at. It was male and - he noted this with a slight twinge of jealousy - clothed. The newcomer hopped down near him, extending a hand and raising his eyebrows. "Oi, how's it going? Looks like you just hit, right? Crazy, huh?"

"Wha... okay, okay, I can roll with this. You mean, I just woke up? Yeah, I did. Also, where did you get..." He gestured at the clothes.

"Oh, that! One sec, it took me a while to figure out too. You have a book, right?" Book... book... he remembered something falling off of him when he'd woken up, but he'd assumed it was just a rock. But a quick jog over to the trampled bit of grass nearby where he'd lain revealed that yes, it was a book.

"This book?" He held it up as he walked back, and was subsequently cracked it open. It was funny - this was something he was sure he'd never seen, but he knew just how it worked. The words on the page meant things. Or would. He blinked. If there had been any words...

"The cover - look at the inside cover." He obliged - he'd never have even found this thing if the newcomer hadn't pointed it out, after all. Sure enough, here there was writing. Not much writing, but writing nonetheless.

Registry of ___________

Points Remaining
[10,000]

That was it. There were a lot of obvious questions here, but he asked the first that came to mind. "What do we put in the blank?"

"Our name. What else?"

"I... don't remember mine." That stuck him as ominous suddenly. What if something was wrong? But his fears were quickly dispelled.

"Heh, same here bro! But I don't think it really cares - pick something!" The newcomer clapped him on the back. "I'm Fithin. You can call be Fith. And there ought to be a pen in the spine - what it writes with, I've got no clue, but it works."

Indeed there was a pen. He pulled it out, and tapped it a few times on the blank before shrugging and scratching out a moniker. "Nice to meet you, Fithin. I'll go with... Geoffrey. Call me Jeff." As he said it, he noted the underline fade, leaving his new name clearly emblazoned on the inner cover. He owned the book. It felt good. And yet... "Also, uh, clothes? I mean, I'm kinda going along right now, but I'm gonna freak out any second I think if I don't get decent..."

Fithin grinned and gestured. "Like I said, it took me a bit to figure out, but you just need to ask for it! Go ahead, try! That's what the books are for, I think."

Glancing at his book, Jeff ceded that the explanation of clothes-granting tomes was actually fairly sane, in perspective with current events. He opened to the first page, and inked in a simple line.

I would like some clothes.

Mere seconds later, he actually got a reply. No clothes though.

Specify

Well, at least it apparently cared. Still, if he got to pick...

Green. Comfortable. Warm.

A pause, then, almost as an after thought,

Snazzy.

A slightly longer pause, as if the book was digesting that small request. Then the book seemed to animate, flipping to a blank page. Words appeared.

As you command, my master, it is so.

Jeff blinked in surprise. There had been no fanfare, but it had indeed done precisely as he asked. Neatly folded at his feet were some clothes - what looked like some kind of suit. It was a dark, tasteful green, and just picking it up he could tell that the material (whatever the heck it was) was quite soft and sturdy. As for the last part, well, as he finished putting it on...

"Snazzy." Fithin nodded in approval. "Nice call with the description. I just wrote 'give me my freakin' clothes, man!' - I think it still did all right though." His ensemble was rather less ordered - just a long blue tunic (Jeff noted that it was almost identical in hue to the hair and eyes of its wearer - maybe everyone here had a general color scheme like that?) and some light brown pants. "I didn't make another one because it was fine, and well... check for yourself."

Jeff opened to the cover again.

Registry of Geoffrey

Points Remaining
[9,000]

"Woah. I had 9,200 after mine. Looks like the snazzy cost extra."

"So the points... we spend them, I guess? And we get stuff?"

"Yep. Looks that way. I was considering trying to get some food, but I'm honestly not hungry, and I have no clue where we get points. I dunno if we even have to eat, weirdly enough." Fithin pointed upwards. "That spins, but it never moves across the sky. No clue how much time has passed, but I've been walking towards those."

"The mountains?" Clothed and shod in snazzy shoes, they didn't really seem like that much of a trek anymore. "Fair enough. I was thinking the same thing. Mind if I tag along?"

"Hell naw, bro! I was starting to talk to myself, and this place is seriously hardcore-freaky. That way..." He pointed in the opposite direction to the mountains. "There's this river of what I think was blood. That was nuts, man."

Jeff shivered. Indeed. Hopefully the mountains didn't turn out to be giant black teeth or something crazy like that. "I just have one more quick question. Did you just like, stumble on me or something?" It seemed a bit of a coincidence if he had, unless these fields were littered with unconscious people.

"Naw, there was this..." A faint flicker caught the eyes of both boys, pulling their glances with it. "...shooting star. Thought I'd... check it out. Yo. You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?"

That was likely the case, as he straightened his snazzy green bowtie. "That there is another confused individual who could use our assistance, and who is on our route to boot?"

Fithin grinned wider. "Well, yeah. That too." His pace picked up, leading Jeff into a light jog as he tried to keep up. "But bro, I was just thinkin'..." A dramatic pause. "What if it's a girl? She'll be..."

Following the short registry of this comment, Jeff began a furious blushing and sputtering, chasing now-desperately after the cackling and whooping Fithin.

All in all?

Their first meeting had been pretty interesting.

And even the clunking threads of Fate, as they were played by their goddess like the strings of some incomprehensible instrument as no other could, did not know where they would lead.

OOC: Actions!

AP:
3 + 3 (Rollover)
6 - 4 (Create Life MR4 - Lunatics)
2 = Final

Pantheon AP (League of Luna)
= 2 (Rollover)
2 = Final

Will write a proper description of Lunatics tomorrow. Also other stuff. When I am not sleepy. So very sleepy...

Dayzgone

2011-09-02, 10:15 AM

Miyzer-Vezer breaths deeply several times, each time the stars warp slightly in then back out. Feeling fresh power coursing through him, he announces to his stars.

“Eye have watched, and decided that Eye will once more try my hand at creation, but this time it will be life”

Miyzer begins to wave his hands as if conducting an orchestra, his eye glowing and the stars inside swirling. The land below begins to morph and change. The land below shifts and buckles creating a large grassy valley with mountains on all sides. The center of the valley splits open and shows a wide canyon with either side attached by long dirt and rock bridges. Some of his stars begin to fall out of the sky, arcing in a brilliant light show before striking the ground. As they fall they begin to crack and the sound of glass breaking can be heard as the shattered remains turn to crystal, diamonds and other precious gems which impede themselves in the reshaping planet. Miyzer stops his hand waving and leans forward. He then breathes out, long and slow. His breath falls upon the gems, and from them bursts the first of a new life form. They are small… very small, they look like the children of humans but seem to be fully grown and look matured. Their eyes are glazed over and sparkle just as Miyzers do. The tips of their hands look to be carved out of the very gems they came from. Miyzer smiles and begins to speak to them.

“You my children will forever be called the Crystalings. As by your nature, you are innocent and true. As such, Eye will also bestow this gift upon you, the knowledge of Gem crafting”
Then with a blink Miyzer vanishes back into his stars.

AP
1+3(roll over)

4 – 1(Alter Land: Gem Valley) -1(Create life MR1: Crystalings) -1(Create Concept MR1: Gem Crafting)

The Crystalings: They look like Halflings and have all there traits, except for the notes below. Crystalings are a very loving race, they have the playfulness of children and look to tell the truth at all times. They live in tunnels, houses, and huts that they have made from the gems in the valley.

Gem Crafting: Allows them to manufacture any gem and use it as building materials

Altered land name “The Gem Valley”

Drogos

2011-09-02, 11:18 AM

Drocronus had been silent of late, working deep inside his Citadel, on what the other deities could not tell. Without warning a divinely loud note sounds from the Infinite Citadel, a deep resonating sound that draws the attention of all the Gods and Godlings. The armored form of Drocronus looms over his fortress, his size magnified by his infused plane, allowing all to see and hear him.

Hear me Deities of the Cosmos. To any who don't know, I am Drocronus the First King, given the mission to bring order to this universe by our glorious Lord Etu. The time has come for me to take my first step in fulfilling that mission.

It is my intent to create a Pantheon, the likes of which is grander than any that have existed before. One which will be a bastion of order and discliplined to best combat the forces of Chaos and entrophy.

I first call upon our shining Sun Lord Etu Achak, to join me in this Pantheon. It was you that gave me this mission and and now you can help make it a reality. Join me and may your Light guide this Pantheon's path.

Second, I call upon the All-Seeing Miyzer-Vezer to join me in this Pantheon. May your eternal sight be of service to this Pantheon, to reveal all who would work against us. You know the truth of order and my intentions to sustain it. Join me and let that order be realized.

Third, I call upon my brother Athrala, the Ocean Keeperto join me in this Pantheon. Already you have proven to be a force of order in the oceans of the Material Realm where your Water Titans work your will with the strength of the eversprawling seas behind them. Surely you would be willing to join me in this Pantheon to better protect your domain from those that would defile it.

Next, I call upon the Keeper of the Dead, Cephiran to join me in this Pantheon. You preserve the very balance of life and death. Your undying diligence and that of your Axiomatic Reapers will be of great use in this Pantheon against any who oppose the natural order.

Finally I call upon the newly appeared Aei to join me in this Pantheon. You are born of Etu as am I and shed his Light as does he. Join me in this Pantheon and help me create order where your creations may be protected and preserved.

I eagerly await the responses of those I have called on. Let those who accept my offer join me in my Infinite Citadel where we may discuss the details of our organization.

AP:1+3 Rollover=4 -2 (Form Pantheon)

Niezck

2011-09-02, 11:54 AM

The Truth of All Things

Disturbed from his watchful eye over the Deep Council, Athrala addresses the armoured god Drocronus.

"Order? Chaos? Such things will always be, they are unchanging in the grand scheme. Your desire to fight Chaos can reach no end and, if successful, will serve only to imbalance the universe in such a way as to invite the very thing you fight to destroy. This pantheon will be aimless, know this and understand its truth, yet I must still join. The mortals of this world are weak and unsure of themselves, they must be instructed of the power of order, and I am unable to do so alone."

AP = 0 + 3 - 1 = 2

Dayzgone

2011-09-02, 03:29 PM

Miyzers eye turns form watching his new found creations, and looks to Drocronus

“Eye accept your invitation brother Drocronus, however eye will be watchful of this pantheon, for Athrala is true. Order and chaos both must exist, eye will help you keep your order but not extinguish chaos, do that on your own time.”

Miyzer floats closer

“So what will this Pantheon be named?”

1AP – 1(join Drocronus Pantheon) = 0

sneakattack23

2011-09-02, 04:25 PM

Inu watched the rest of the world through his portal. HE saw the new forms of life springing up, and saw that in order to gain power, he too must create life, so he did. THey looked nothing like anything on the material plane. In their true form they appeared as skeletal birdmen, a shadow mockery of the true life, as was all Inu created. He would enable them to cross between the realms of dream and reality. They would be able to grow in large numbers, and posessed a moderately sized, though not supernatural, intelligence. Inu spoke to his creations,"You shall be the force through which my might is felt on the world of the material. You shall gather here on this plane, organizing, growing, forming yourself into an Army of Chaos, to descend upon the material and wipe it clean of the pitiful creations of other gods.
Ap:2+3(rollover)-2(Create Race, Dream CReatures)-2(Create Order, Army of Darkness)

planswalker

2011-09-02, 07:24 PM

Etu - The Call

Draconus heard the Voice of He Who Is the Sun answer him. "My son, in whom I am well pleased, know that I am with you always. Also forget not my other child, the one in whom I have entrusted to order the dead."

after carefully reviewing my bookkeeping versus Selinia's, I neglected a rollover and thus have 3 more ap than I thought. In case anyone's following my numbers more closely than I am. Double check for yourself.

ap:5=3+3(rollover)-1(join pantheon)

The World Below

The Loxo grew and prospered, unmolested by the changes in the outside world. Their calves grew to be mighty bulls and cows of the Loxo race, foraging in the Golden Peaks and the green valleys below. Though they did not know from what they were guarding it, they protected the Well of Life as they had been entrusted.

It was here at the edge of the waters that one family of Loxo first came to settle down with another, share stories, and learn from one another. Within several generations, a sense of identity, of belonging to the Families of the Caretakers developed, and they began to organize themselves, seeking to better care for and watch over the waters of the Eye.

An empire was born on the shores of that peaceful spring. Though small in its start, one day its reach would be grand indeed.

ap: 3=5-2(create society: the Empire of Light)

it starts off small...

Selinia

2011-09-03, 01:49 AM

Fun Club

There lines that should never be crossed. Lines in the sand, whose existance was sacrosanct. And yet, apparently He-Who-Shouts-Loudly had no knowledge of these lines. For Drocronus had started a party.

And he had not invited Siofra.

She was mad, at first - she'd been doing a good deed, when all of a sudden some guy yells around the world and starts inviting people to a party without including her? But, as it usually did, the feeling was whisked away by a ready explanation - she didn't recognize the voice, so he was obviously new. He probably didn't know about the rule that she ought to be on the invitation list, so she guessed she could let it slide. This time.

Still, the work she'd done on the Vault of Fate was settling nicely, and her friend the Almighty Bloodball didn't seem to be up to anything exciting. So she felt comfortable making her announcement. "Attention, everyone! I am going to a party! If you all want to come, I bet there will be fun things and presents and stuff!" That alone was reason enough for her, and the goddess wasted no time in bolting from the Moon, with or without her divine companions.

Moments later, the girl was standing on the massive doorstep of the Infinite Citadel, a parcel of some sort clutched in her hands. Smiling wide, she hailed any who might already be in attendance. "Heee~eeey... did I miss anything? I brought a present to celebrate, which is really generous of me considering you forgot to invite me, Mr. First King."

Because it's there

Well, here they were. Jeff straightened his bowtie - it wasn't crooked, but the motion had quickly become habit. Simply wearing a bowtie levied the demand that it be straightened. He wasn't sure whether to feel disappointed or relieved. Taking the moment to think, he glanced around him at his companions.

He and Fithin had stumbled on several others by now. That first one, as it turned out, had indeed been a girl. That Jeff had wisely hidden behind a prominent and kept his eyes shut with all his might had however spared him the bloody-bruised face of the more forthright... whatever the hell they were. Apparently something that could still be beaten bloody, even if they didn't need to eat or sleep.

She now wore a vividly red dress (in the vein of colors, Jeff couldn't help but note that her combination of blue eyes and hair the same shade of yellow as his had disproved his color-coding theory), and bounced along with such sweetness that it almost burned away the demonic expression of rage and hate she had been introduced to him with. Almost.

He shuddered. One bright side of having her with them was that he doubted a river of blood would be a big deal in comparison...

But aside from the girl (who'd taken the name Paula, despite Fith's suggestion of 'Urgosh the All-Destroyer'), they'd acquired about... a dozen new companions, total. Jeff, Fith, and Paula seemed to be the de-facto leaders of the bunch right now, as they headed towards the mountains in the distance. And now... they'd arrived.

There wasn't anything here.

Well, there was. There was a great, big, lake. And not a lake of blood or anything - a good, honest, lake. It was glowing with pretty colors, true, but that was pretty par for the course here. Still... everyone seemed to be looking to the trio.

Well then. He should probably say something decisive. Leader...y.

"Umm... camping trip?"

Some people cheered. Crisis was averted. For now, at least...

Dayzgone

2011-09-03, 09:50 AM

With Siofra knocking at the door Miyzer decides that perhaps he should intervene before his brother does, considering he is not the most….. Subtle of beings. Miyzer had been floating just behind Etu cataloging the average number of solar flares he gives off every day, so with a great push Miyzer whisks himself around the sun, towards the citadel and stops just behind the Moon Goddess.

“Lady Siofra it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, tell me what is it that you want with us?”

Xuincherguixe

2011-09-03, 10:35 AM

"I believe there is a party." states the giant red orb who materialized suddenly.
"You must have heard what he just said, I don't think there was anything that didn't! Yes. Drocronus has invited us to have a party."

omnitricks

2011-09-03, 11:17 AM

Party? Why didn't Tarsin know about that? Maybe he was a little bit too busy with his plans so he left them to follow with his friends.

[Processing...3%]

Yeow...then keep working on it then Moon

[Affirmative...continuing process...for {Tarsin: Cat}]

"Now hold up guys!" Tarsin cried out. Body slowly becoming less and less visible except the teeth. Then when there was nothing else, *poof!* the teeth suddenly dissapeared as well.

DING! Tarsin reappeared at the fortress of the King of the Loud with the louder Siofra. Oh yeah there was also bloodball and the funny welcoming party. "So, so when do we eat and play the games? Oooo, oooo. And the party packs."

Darklady2831

2011-09-03, 11:41 AM

Cephiran raised his cowled head, and sped off towards the Infinite Citadel, slowing as he approached it entrance, and saw the moon goddess.

"A call, sounded out... the keeper of the dead arrives to speak with his brother..."

Dayzgone

2011-09-03, 03:39 PM

Miyzer lets out a deep sigh.

“Yes Cephiran you where called, however the rest of you seem to have miss heard. Drocronus has announced the formation of a new pantheon. So regrettably there is no party here. Eye am sorry to disappoint you, but it is true that most of you have your own pantheons, so why don’t you try and have a party back at the moon. Lady Siofra, eye am sure you could throw a much more interesting party then my brother could."

omnitricks

2011-09-03, 03:49 PM

Tarsin did not like the way the Eye-man was talking. He thought that their little pantheon of these boring, stuffed shirts was too good for them? That will not do at all. Heading up to Siofra like a little pet kitty he circled her before going up to head level and whispering.

"He thinks that they are too good for any of us. He does not even want to come to our party if we made one. How could anyone not want to join a party in our clubhouse and stay in their own one. We need to gate crash this one and ruin it so they will come to ours."

Tarsin wants to go in, eat their food especially their cake and take home the presents. But going to parties alone without friends would be boring. Especially if this other pantheon will shun him to do their own boring things like the Eye-man. Come, come caretaker. Come, come bloodball, we need to go in.

Xuincherguixe

2011-09-03, 08:56 PM

A lightning bolt smacks into the side of the tower, and a bunch of fireballs start shooting out. Then the building gets recolored. Seemingly random triangles of clashing colours at vicious angles.

"I think you misunderstood what I meant by party. Must have been one of those errors in translation." The Destroyer's bloody mouth he keeps with him exclaims.

"What I meant was, after such a laughable declaration it's only fitting to fitting to help the man redecorate. He's going to be a busy man if he expects to keep us under control, so it's only fair that we help him keep a fashionable abode. Just the right thing to do."

A bunch of mouthes appear on the side of the tower, and start screaming. Tentacles grow out of some of the rubble that was knocked off from the initial blast. And various squid blocks stand up and begin to start bashing themselves into the side of the building.

7 AP thanks to rollover
-1 AP Alter terrain to what the hell? Or would it be curse? Really more obnoxious than an actual curse persay.
Can only presume it will be countered.

Dayzgone

2011-09-03, 09:35 PM

Miyzer laughs at the god of destruction.

“Fool! it’s a citadel for good reason, where you not watching as my brother made it. Eye was, you can not harm this creation for it is protected by ambition, so long as we wish to advance our selves you can not harm it.”

Miyzers eye swirls wildly, and his stars begin to move forward towards the gods.

“Even so Eye do believe you may have out stayed your welcome.”

The stars swirl around Miyzer, then in a flash he bursts into more stars and disappears. The stars then fall back into void and retake there places. However the stars leave a hole in the void where the blood moon resides. Miyzers voice can be heard from all around

“For your rudeness Eye retake my blessing that Eye have granted the entire void. You and you alone shall receive no light from me. However for Siofra for not bringing malevolence, and showing truth and innocence (at least from what Eye could see) Eye grant you a new gift, Eye know how fond of colors you are, as such Eye give you this”

A lone star falls to Siofra it is about the size of her hand and glows in every color. (like a disco ball)

“That was my very first recording of you, as you can see its very unique in nature”

Ok so yes Xuin it would have to be a curse, you cant alter another gods own plane.
As for that star i gave out, it holds no abilitys its just a novilty, but a very fun one:smallwink:

Selinia

2011-09-03, 11:18 PM

Exchange

"Oooohhhh..." Siofra had been about to comment on the interesting decorations (and maybe suggest putting hats on some of the tentacles), but Miyzer's gift rendered her rather speechless. Then she smiled.

"...give it to him."
"He's cooler than that stuffy voiceman anyway. Hasn't even shown up yet!"
"I join the consensus. This shall be interesting."

Still smiling, the goddess nodded in agreement, holding up the small parcel to the lord of knowledge. "I was going to give this to your boss, but I like you better. I was hearing him talking, and I think we're going to be having tons of fun together later, right? I thought you might like these..." The box was small, white. Tied with a black ribbon. Moving carefully, Siofra gave the knot a tug, and it fell to pieces.

Light exploded around her.

Happily holding the colorful bauble in one hand, she gestured to either side at the two shapes that now hung between her and Miyzer. Two swords - each one so great and heavy that even a loxo bull would likely need to use two hands. "I'll let them introduce themselves, I think."

The first to speak was so brilliantly silver that it seemed almost white. The voice echoed directly into the mind. "I am Excalibur! Bulwark of Kings!" Its mental voice was booming and theatrical, like some performer on a grand stage. "For he who is a shield of freedom, I shall be his sword! For he who is a beacon of hope, I shall be the mirror blazing it across the land! Let the free hear my name, and rejoice!"

The second was identical to its brother, save in its hue - a blackness like soot, as if night had been baked into the blade itself. "I am Caledfwlch! Breaker of Tyrants!" Its enthusiasm was equal to its sibling, though something about the tone of the words suggested a feminine speaker. "For she who is an oppressor of freedom, I shall be her demise! For she who is an abyss of darkness, I shall be the darkness that stares back! Let those who forge chains hear my name, and tremble!"

With a clang, the twins crossed themselves in midair, offering their hilts to the god of knowledge. Siofra curtsied and applauded the performance, smiling all the while. "See? Aren't they pretty?" She pointed over the balcony of the vast Citadel, at the world below. "I was looking, and I was thinking that maybe you could use some help, you know? All your itty-bitty mortals are doing super interesting stuff all the time, and now that they're making teams and stuff too, I think its important to make sure they all play fair!"

"Truly, milady, you are the pinnacle of wisdom and generosity."
"Hey, I get credit too!"
"You wanted to make a pinata out of gnomish organs to see if gnomes came out when you hit it."
"...well yeah, but it was still basically my idea!"
"I just want to see those beauties in action..."

Siofra dismissed the praise with a wave of her hand and a widening of her grin. "So, yeah. They're a present, so use them! Or maybe they'll use themselves. I'm not really sure how they operate, Red was the one who did most of the work."

She seemed about to continue when the presence of Cephiran seemed to catch her eye. Turning, she jumped up and waved her hand, hailing the master of souls with enthusiasm. "Heee~eeey! Mr. Reaper! Can I talk to you for a sec before I go? There's kinda something I wanted to point out to you, 'cause I think one of your thingies is sorta broken..."

OOC: Actions!

AP: 2

PAP:
2 - 2 (Craft Artifacts - the Twin Blades of Luna (http://dawnofworlds.wikia.com/wiki/The_Twin_Blades_of_Luna))
0 = Final

nolispe

2011-09-04, 12:32 AM

Aei

The Coatls had grown in numbers. Tens of thousands of them were now scattered across the planet, their populace exceeding the numbers of the flowers provided for them. As they discussed this among themselves, they slowly, of their own accord, began to form into groups that each sent a representative, following the strange nagging feeling in their heads, to a strange chasm. At the centre of that, there was a strange, glittering pool, and it was there that they assembled to speak of the problems that they faced. And as they came, the hundreds of representatives, they came across another Coatl, larger than the others, and more radiant, far, far more radiant, outshining the sun above by far.
"My children... You have come to speak with me. You have spread across the world, as I commanded you to, and now you know not what to do. Your population is growing, and you fear for the future. I am not truly here - this shape is but an illusion, but I see your people across the planet, uncertain of their path. I have an answer for you, however. This planet has not healed since I spoke of you last. You have brought some measure of stability to it, perhaps, but it has not truly changed. The people are still dying, rotting away before achieving anything lasting. But now, some new creations are arising that seem to give a chance of stability for the masses. I would charge you to take up that banner. I would charge, you Coatls, to unify in an empire and forge it into a nation the likes of which the world has never seen. Do you understand the gravity of this task?"
All around him, the awestruck Coatls fluttered in silence, briefly, before nine, similtaneously, bowed their heads and spoke.
"We will, Lord Aei."
"Good. I do not charge you to do it alone, however. I will aid you. For a start, as my birth-gift to this nation, I will give you a capital."
As he said the last sentence, a curious thing happened. Out of the ground all around, a great flower erupted, but it erupted silently, and swifter than an arrow. Indeed, as the Coatls focused on their god, they did not even notice the vast plant around them until it was fully formed. It was a tremendous lotus, at least ten miles across and three miles high, and all around it the land had shifted into a vast and blossoming jungle. They now stood at the apex of the flower, high above the forest floor, but the winds that should have been immense at the height were stayed. Indeed, it sppeared to be raining over a section of the flower, but the rain was somehow falling around it. They stood in still air, the warm sun high above them, looking out across the world.
"This is the to be the capital of the empire you will form, the Empire of Flowers. I name it The Heart of Aei, and give it to you to ward. Let it never fall to foes. Good luck, Coatls, but remember, if you need aid, I am there. I am the patron of your race, and I will be your defender in time of need. I promise here never to forsake your race, and instead to stand by your side against the foulest of foes. I will leave you to fight your own battles, mostly, but if the situation is dark, look to the Heart, and I will be there. Good, luck, Coatls. I wish you well, and I will be watching."

******

Similtaneously, the great Coatl - or something that looked exactly the same - arrived in the Great Citadel.
"I will aid you. Entropy. is destructive, and must be stamped out at all costs. I am curious, however, as to what this Pantheon would aim to achieve, specifically. Do you have any projects in mind?"

Ap = 2 + 3 (Rollover) - 1 (Alter Terrain - Create the Heart of Aei) - 2 (Create the Empire of Flowers) = 2

Darklady2831

2011-09-04, 12:54 AM

Cephiran bowed, gazing at Siofra. "Yes, Lady Luna... Goddess of the moonlight... Cool illumination of the dark... What is it that has been sundered?

Dayzgone

2011-09-04, 10:13 AM

Miyzers hands and eyes (only) rematerialize to take and gaze upon the swords.

“It is true, swords beautiful and powerful. Thank you very much lady Siofra. Sadly Eye am not one to use such a gift… not yet at least. But rest assured they will not go un-used. Until then, eye retire back to my stars once more, but as always… Eye am watching”

Xuincherguixe

2011-09-04, 10:46 AM

There's a low, rumbling laughter, "I don't care about that light. You're giving me the light I wanted from you already.

Still. Little disappointing, was hoping that with all this tough talk we'd have a fight. I guess that if you want to do something right, better do it yourself.

Drocronus wants a fight? Oh I'll give him a fight. Hey James! Come on down!"

The sky seems to open up, and blood begins pouring out. Where it lands, the blood collects, forming bone and flesh.

"Sorry about calling you up a bit too soon, but I miscalculated a bit. Hey even I can make mistakes. Your army will be ready soon. If you need a weapon just remember that we all keep a sword in our hearts. And try not to let me down here. I'm putting a lot of trust in you. You've got an important job with a lot of responsibility. The worst thing anyone could ever do is bore me. Remember that."

Selinia

2011-09-05, 01:27 AM

More like misplaced, actually

"Well," Siofra knit her hands together - for her, the action was bordering on a parody of seriousness. "I noticed your people, and they were dragging some souls around and stuff, like organizing and things. And that's kinda cool I guess - I mean, I think files are waaaaay boring, but people like Jespon like them so whatever, right? Anything that you enjoy. But anyway, I noticed something I think is kinda broken..."

She didn't seem able to contain herself any longer, waving her arms in agitation. "They like, can't go around! They're stuck! That's gotta be super-lame to be stuck in one place, since I mean, they've already died, right? That means they're gonna live forever!" The insanity of this logic seemed to miss her entirely. "Wouldn't it be cooler if they could like, go other places? Even really cool places get boring if you stay there too long!"

The deity nodded sagely, curtsying again. "So yeah, Mr. Reaper. I know its your toy, but I thought you ought to know it was kinda not working quite right, so you can fix it, you know? I already picked up a few of them that seemed like fun, so they could do fun things, but souls aren't exactly my thing."

The nearby eruption of gore quickly diverted her attention from the god of death, eliciting a happy squee of surprise. "Are you a friend of Mr. Bloody? He's my friend! So if you're his friend, then I think you're probably mine too! It's nice to meet you!"

********

As Miyzer vanishes, the twin blades vanish with him - though they retained no physical presence, they clearly imparted how they might be summoned back into being. A single proclamation was all that remained as they faded into the starry night.

"Then we shall watch with you."
"Until such time as we are used."
"Or until such time as we are needed."

Shmee

2011-09-05, 05:20 AM

Skizziks' Mate

From a distance, Skizziks' Mate looks at Drocronus' fortress, as he too had heard Drocronus' grand declaration. He shakes his head, not believing what he was seeing. The declaration was too loud, too noticeable... and it served no other purpose but to allow his enemies time to prepare while he went around making bold declaration. The Great Skizziks was also gathering her allies, but unlike these fools, there would be no warning when it would be time to strike.

Deciding that he should linger no longer, as this gathering was pointless, Skizziks' mate quickly zips across the void with supernatural speed worthy of the Ratty messenger, as he goes to see the first of Skizziks' ally, the one called Neverborn.

Upon arriving by the The World Upon Which None Tread, Skizziks' Mate looks around in confusion as how to enter this plane. He did not like this place at all, and resisted the urge to squirt the musk of fear. He would have preferred to be back in the relative safety of the Burrows, but he also knew of his goddess' wrath if he failed in this mission. It was for such dangerous tasks that he had been created.

Thus taking a big gulp, Skizziks' Mate takes a big leap and immediately realizes his error as the very nature of the plane begins to shred the messenger apart. With just mere seconds to act before getting killed and out of desperation, he plane shifts out of desperation. To his relief, he finds himself right in front of the Black Man in White.

Regaining his composure Skizziks' Mate sends his message

"Her greatness, the Empress Skizziks, may her mouth-maw be forever filled with the souls of her enemies, has come calling to the deal-pact you have made with her! She says the time to kill-die all our enemies is close at paw, and asks that you give-show sign of dedication to her cause!"

With that, Skizziks' mate brings out an object known to be sacred to all Rat-kind... a piece of the remnant of Skizziks' last meal, after it had been digested.

"Within this sacred-holy object is the remains of all foes-enemies who dares displeases her greatness! A clear sign for all those who would displease-anger her and their inevitable fate! Now... just as the great Skizziks has given a part of her, now its your turn-turn to do the same!"

he says as he brings out the object towards the Black Man in White.

AP3= 5-2: Create Pantheon: The Athenaeum of Night

Draken

2011-09-05, 08:10 AM

The sleepwalking ghost-avatar reaches across the planes and picks up a single black rock from the outermost rings of the World Born Dead. An object as dark as the void and as hungry as the Neverborn.

[I]"Take this voidstone... As a prelude to the comming of the dead... To the lands of the living... Mate of Skizziks, Meat of Skizziks..."

Or did he say Meat of Skizziks, Mate of Skizziks, it is hard to tell, they sound similarly and his voice doesn't help.

At the same time, the World Upon Which None Tread begins to shift in its orbit, nearing a cluster of inner stars, it drains a large ammount of light into its spinning outer disks, revealing black asteroids gathering about one of its edges.

3 AP

1 AP: Join Pantheon.

Prelude to 2 Ap action. Rawr.

Shmee

2011-09-05, 09:07 AM

Skizziks' Mate

The Ratty Herald takes the Voidstone and combines it with the divine droppings he held in his hands. Watching gleefully as it gained power. "Yes-yes! Pleased the Great Empress have you! Soon-soon will be time for us to kill-die all our enemies! All shall squirt the musk of fear as they stand in the darkness of our shadows! Now I am off... more allies-friends must I gather!"

Taking a step back, Skizziks' Mate makes his hasty exit, not wanting to stay in this place more than he had to. Zipping off, he makes his way to the Dreamlands and presents the mixture of stone to Inu as he proclaims

"The Great Skizziks says that soon its time to make good-good on your promise! Revenge will be hers, and all her enemies-foes will be fed their own eyeballs! Here is symbol of her devotion to her cause... now its time for you to do the same-same!"

Tebryn

2011-09-05, 12:28 PM

The Sarosh looked down upon the world, glancing at the Rat and Catfolk that populated it, the mighty Loxo and the animals that propgated and evolved slowly on his own Holy Land. Life was a fascinating thing but he could easily view it all and feared the other entities it shared it’s home with. It did not desire such prying eyes and with a single wave of Belak’s hand over Reyes, The Holy Land of Magic grew forth mighty clouds that converged under the massive floating land. The clouds sparked and crackled with divine life, fueled by the mighty rivers of Natural Current that eddied about it before unleashing their rain down upon what ever land the mighty island floated over at that time. The Storm to the Three was called Pathi and shielded the mighty island of Reyes from all but the most decerning eyes. To any who merely glanced at the world it would appear only as the massive storm that broiled beneath it, it’s own ebbs and flows visible but the rock and forests, the mountains that had been risen at it’s center would not unless a God investigated it fully. The Three were pleased with this movement though they knew in their shared heart it would not be the last time such a thing would have to be done.

It next turned it’s eyes to the animals and birds that made the land their home, noting the variety of life that had already adapted to their life on the floating land mass though the mighty storms that raged below were a new addition pumping higher levels of humidity into the air and thus generating more rain. The magical flow of the Natural Current also proliferated strange and unique breeding pools until the fairly diverse population of life on Reyes shrunk slowly as islands most often do. Plants were also not spared and while the level of sunlight had decreased due to the more frequent rains the planets began to developed light saving cells which would shine brightly in the night and rainy seasons. Lights sparkled and twinkled about the island in such colors and diversity it was as if the stars had fell to the land for the night only to disappear when the sun rose once more only to glow forth once more when the land was basked in twilight and rain.

And in that twilight world of rain and magical light was born the Sarosh’s next grand project known in their tongue as merely Cid. Inspired by the other intelligent life the Threw stirred the Currents slowly around the grand mountain that dominated Reyes and caused them to eddie and divide. The Cid were born as mewling infants in those currents possessing two arms and two legs though only naked could their gender be determined for they were slim male and female both. But the first could not be mere children of the great beasts of the forest would devour them whole so the Sarosh imbued some with the powers of an adult body and adult mind. Even as adults their frames were slim and fair with tan skin to blend in with their forest surroundings and hair of bright and exotic colors. Their eyes were wide though slited and sparkled in hues of greens and reds like gemstones. But the Sarosh had seen the other species of the world below and did not desire their children to be born with knowledge so thus they left their children unknowing of the world below or even how to build all but the most simple of shelter and hunting tools. They wished their children to learn on their own and flourish by asking questions and thus they made it so.

Nine tribes were born that day by their actions and as the fledging members of the Cid looked forward into the bright blue sky that flickered through the trees they could only wonder into what world they were born forth into. The nine tribes were split by stone and wood, rivers and rain and thus would not meet for a long time, forcing them to rely on those others who had been gifted adult forms to tend for the children and to hunt. The Cid made sharp spears and clubs to battle back the fearsome beasts of the island while others who were more adventurous had tasted the fruits of the forest and determined which were good and healthy and which were tasteless and poison by watching the birds. Yet others grew weary of the constant wet and thus put together homes of thatched broad leaf roofs and fallen tree limbs. Compared to the might races of the world they were primatives, simple and base creatures. But the Sarosh were happy with this, finding such simple and barbaric things a joy to watch.

Reynes, The Holy Land of Magic: Discovery of Wonders in the Sky by Gwenddoleu ap Ceidio

Day One

We had prepared our trip to the constant moving storm many had dubbed Pathi in the uncounted time it whipped and raged about our world. None knew the name of the God that had created the mighty storm but all knew that around the world tales of it’s devastating floods were central and thus in our time of wonders the expedition had decided it was time to investigate the storm that swirled ever onward above. Locating the storm wasn’t difficult at all really, our field cook having come from a land just recently ravaged by the passing anomaly. We followed it’s trail for a week until we caught sight of it.

Day Eight

The flight spells were prepared along with some protections from the whipping wind and frequent lightning observed from the storm. I’d never seen it in my life time but standing so close to it was awe inspiring. What Divine hand truly made such a magnificent engine of power? Though a God fearing man who said his daily prayers to mighty Siofra and Etu, I had truly only done so as lip service to things much more powerful than myself. But at the sight of such a thing...it is a religious experience for a wanderer of the world and a seeker of the strange. But I do not write this at the site of it’s passing, I write this on a land we found beyond the mighty storm. At first we had thought it a mere hallucination between torrents of water and lightning but as we pierced through the storm we had found ourselves in an air bubble between the storm itself and a massive storm smoothed rock. We were more than surprised by the find I assure you, never having believed such a massive island could have existed in the sky. We flew up the sides to view it in it’s entirety and found even more of a surprise! A lush forest spread before our eyes with smaller storms likely caused by the currents and eddies of the massive churning one below. We made what we are dubbing “Island Fall” and quickly made a base camp on a rocky cliff face where a massive river poured over the edge and into the storm. We were surprised to find the Currents here stronger than even those below and the mage we had brought with us, Mwys Hael, reveled in the find. He assured us that with Magic so plentiful we could easily get back to the ground once we were finished exploring the new land. But as night fell I knew I would never want to go back down ever again.

The forest started to twinkle with bright lights that basked even the camp with a soft and pleasing light. Initial investigation showed us that the plant life of the island had evolved to form large sacks of bioluminescent seeds, leaves and even a few varites of plants had evolved bark that glowed a bright soft blue. It was wonderous, I had seen wonders all over the world and beyond but this...this was truly a marvel I had never expected. Discovering a completly unknown world...It was if some power beyond my own was guiding me now. So long as this journal survives I could be eaten alive by what ever demons surely inhabit this to good to be true land and be happy. Never did a place feel so right to me. Mwys be damned if he thought I would go back down without covering every inch of this place.

Day Twenty One

It had been quite some time since Island Fall but still we sat at the “shores” of the large land mass that spread before us. Our hunters had explores only the edges of the intimidating forests that dominated the entirety of the place and thus little progress had been fully made.

Blessing (Hide Reynes, Holy Land of Magic) -1, Create Race (The Nine Tribes of Cid -1 MR 1: 3 (Roll Over) -1 -1 = 1

hustlertwo

2011-09-05, 03:36 PM

Nomnipitus observed the buzz of activity from his fellow uber-beings, and grew concerned for his blobby offspring. He called Globulus to him once more.

Alright kid, things are going good so far. You've whipped those pudding cups into as much shape as is possible without a skeleton. But this time of peace, prosperity, and public parthenogenesis cannot last forever. So I shall bestow upon my people a greater control of their god-given forms. You can split yourselves into many different pieces, small enough to slip through most any fortification and form up once more on the other side. And even your injuries will become less serious, as you can draw the damaged sections of yourself to you once more. You will not be invulnerable; that's my gig, and I don't like to share. But it should help you in the war I think might find you...sooner than you think. Prepare our followers accordingly.

After dismissing Globulus before the lesser being could respond, Nomnipitus forms up a pair of hands so that he can wring them together mischievously. Yes, that's one good thing about a conflict one provokes themselves; it can be nice and scheduled.

-1 AP for Bless: Reconstitution. 4 left.

Drogos

2011-09-05, 11:09 PM

My thanks to those who have decided to join this The Cosmic Court of the First King. May our reign be eternal and all powerful. We may discuss what we wish to do with our collective powers but first there is something that requires my immediate attention.

The form of Drocronus rises from the surface of his Citadel and spins it so the Altered portion of it, dripping with eye mouths and blood at the moment, is closest to him. With a wave of his hand the portion of affected castle-scape rises up as new structures are erected underneath. Then, the chaos infected section is detached from the Citadel, and flung into the cold void of space. Satisfied with his clean up, Drocronus turns to the Blood Moon.

Such foulness has no place here Destroyer. On my Citadel my will rules. Do not waste your time trying to beat me on my own plane.
2 AP- 1 Ap Alter Land= 1 Ap remaining

Selinia

2011-09-05, 11:29 PM

The Greatest of Games

Journal Entry; Time of... time. Still have no clue on that one.

Whatever. Geoffrey here, thinking I ought to start keeping track of this stuff. Quite a bit has happened since we arrived here at what we've started just calling Prism Lake. Unimaginative, true, but also descriptive. And more importantly, agreeable.

There didn't seem to be much to do here at first, and well, we were already at the only real visible landmark. So we got together and started actually trying to figure out what all was going on. It was easier to get than I'd been expecting, actually - a lot of our group are seriously smart. That was actually one of the things that tipped us off, I think.

Okay, to be more organized, lets just go down the big stuff we've concluded. First, we're dead. Or rather, we'd died. I mean, most of us had that feeling, but once we started sharing it it was unmistakable. Second, none of us could remember how we died - or anything about our 'life', if you want to call it that. We certainly don't seem dead now, whatever happened - we bleed and breathe and stuff. When that got out, we at least got a name for our group - Second-Chancers. Chance at what? No clue.

There's a working theory in the think-tank we've got going that we're actually on the Moon right now, and that the thing in the sky is the world where we lived before. I honestly can't see it, but a lot of us seem to remember sky, clouds - things like that, and they say that it looks familiar. I dunno - this stuff is still a work in progress, we're planning some tests later that ought to clear a few things up.

Oh, and the tests! Quite a few of those so far. We've come quite a ways from where we were, particularly in understanding those little notebooks. Maybe the biggest so far is painfully obvious now, in retrospect - Paula chimed in asking if we could ask the cost of something. Turns out we can, which we made sure to spread everywhere, and its helping a lot. I've got like, half a dozen of us just trying to compile a price list in a journal (writing supplies are extremely cheap, for whatever reason), but there doesn't seem to be any real patterns yet. At least, other than more precise commands costing more points. Still no clue about what happens when someone runs out, but we've all got a really bad feeling it wouldn't be good.

Questions directly to the books are hit and miss. For things with such a servile tone, they seem awfully evasive when it comes to asking them about their actual functions. Luke is dead certain that they're just pre-recorded or something, and I mostly agree with him, but I'd like more info. Speaking of which, this whole writing thing - nobody seems to not be able to do it, and nobody remembers doing it back as a first-chancer. Is it something we picked up here? I can hardly even imagine not being able to write...

A last note - we've been doing some counting, and there are almost fifty of us now. More keep coming in all the time - most of them with clothes, but we've started setting watches in boy/girl pairs just in case one of them needs to ah, avert their gaze, while the other explains. I wonder if there are other camps elsewhere? There could be tons of us, for all we know now.

So yeah. Some rambling, check. Not really sure how this is all gonna work out - this next test should clear up a lot. But I have to say, things are looking pretty bright - progress is progress and all.

************************

Jeff sighed, rolling his shoulders as he closed the (mundane) notebook on its equally mundane ink-stick. It was a start, and he could always go into more detail later. For now, he might as well check on his fellows to see if they'd worked out the proper figures yet.

As it turned out, they had - and the figures were good. He was surprised - this was way cheaper than he'd expected (and he'd half-expected it to not work at all). Not that he was complaining. But with these prices, he felt comfortable starting. He took out his notebook - the real one, this time (naming these things - another point of contention, but he was willing to wait until they knew what they were). It was only fitting that the group lead be the one to risk the points on this little endeavor.

The conclusion had been a logical one. If the notebooks could create stuff out of thin air, why not be able to do other things as well? Which of course led back to question number one - what exactly could they do? So here they were.

Registry of Geoffrey

Points Remaining
[7,585]

He wasted no time inputting his command.

I would like to observe the surface of the world up there. Specifically, a concentration of living things.

It was the wording they'd agreed upon, as being cheap and specific enough to be informational.

As you command, my master, it is so.

There was a smattering of clapping, when the notebook slammed itself open with surprising violence. Jeff felt it actually push his hands out of the way, and it seemed capable of hanging in the air by itself. A shimmering image flickered into being above it, seemingly as solid as the world around them despite its obviously illusory origin.

Trees - that was the most striking feature. Enormous trees, with golden foliage. It was certainly a pleasant sight after so long in the occasionally headache-inducing prismatic landscape. Of course, it also poked a hole in their plans that was obvious in retrospect. They'd gotten used to the mostly barren plains of Luna (if that was indeed where they were), and hadn't taken into account that flora might well account for the majority of biomass.

Still, it had been a successful experiment, and his book only showed it as costing him maybe fifty points. They were about to close it and get onto brainstorming what it could mean when something else caught their eye. A great, gray figure lumbered along, trunk swinging side to side. It seemed to be using some sort of woven container to tote a hearty supply of fruit. Jeff glanced around at his little circle. "Any idea what that is?"

"A... loxo, I think." The answer came from outside it - there was a flurry of trembling and fearful glances as Paula made her entrance (so much as one can do so in an open space of ground). The Demon of the Twenty-Slap-Scolding was quickly becoming legendary among second-chancers. "Don't ask me how I know. I just... do, okay? One of those."

Everyone knew what she meant - the tattered fragments of memory that seemed to cling to the deepest corners of a mind. A name, a fact, a flash of pain. Most didn't try to dredge them up. Those things - they'd been part of their First Chance. Geoffrey restored the mood with a smile and a nod, putting everyone back at ease. "So... did we have anything planned now? I've got a lot of points left, and this seems like a decent chance to see what a few can do."

There was some discussion - general consensus was to test something immediately observable. Paula shot down 'drop a tree on him' before it could get very far, but another suggestion caught some approval. Their mobile view-port had spotted a patch of the same edible plant the loxo was currently carrying. Its current trajectory would send it right past it. But if that path was tweaked...

It would cost him a few hundred points, he found, but hey, it was worth it.

I would like to knock down that tree there, so it falls at an angle to the loxo's path.

A pause.

As you command, my master, it is so.

This time, the applause went all around - even Paula gave a clap or two as the mighty golden oak snapped nearly at the base and crashed down meters in front of the gentle giant. Sure enough, it had to go around - and its new path led it right to the fruit patch, where it seemed happy to take a few more armfuls in appreciation of its apparent good fortune.

But a voice broke the short lull as events played out - one of the others, speaking with a joyous surprise. "Hey, Jeff... do you see it?"

"See what?" He was a little preoccupied with his thoughts about how this might be useful, giving his bowtie a slight nervous tweak. But his eyes followed the pointing finger, and like everyone else, he was left speechless. Happy speechless, true.

Somehow, he'd gained points.

They weren't finite! They needed to pin down what exactly had gotten them, true, but they could be gained! This put a whole new perspective on things! Of course, the best way to test something like this was in bulk...

And within a mere handful of hours, the shores of Prism Lake were gleaming with a multitude of displays. And for the first time - and far, far from the last - the world below felt the brushing of the Greatest of Games.

OOC: Actions!~

AP:
2 - 2 (Form Organization - the Great Game)
0 = Final

Darklady2831

2011-09-05, 11:40 PM

Cephiran shuddered for a moment, leaving a splinter of his consciousness with his Brother within the infinite Citadel. And left, quickly going back to the Elysian Plains.

"What is going on?" He pondered, looking onto the plane, he scowled as he saw that the souls who had been sent to the Elysian Plains were, Enjoying themselves. "Punishment is not enjoyment..." He barked, and the untold order was sent, a dozen Axiomatic Reapers suddenly jolting into action and speeding towards Prism Lake, intent on setting right what their master felt was wrong.

Draken

2011-09-06, 12:31 AM

[In The Dead of the Night: Continued]

Enough of the ebonstone asteroids had gathered about the outer reached of the World Upon Which None Tread, at an edge where the pullof its monstrous gravity was still counteracted by the rotation of the bodies in question.

But rotation became moot as divine will pulled these bodies down towards the core, and then transfered them into the ethereal plane for the briefest of moments, inches before they touched the Neverborn. The asteroids soared at the speed of things escaping the certainty of oblivion, out of the World Upon Which None Tread and then tore their way back into the void, creating tails of other-mists for themselves as they trekked across the firmament as comets headed for the material world.

The great black stones roared past the moon, announcing terrible and fateless dread to all who witnessed their unauspicious passage.

Their approach was certainly not missed as ill omens in the world bellow either, a fact certainly compounded by the slowing of the objects as they approached engulfed in the pale and ebony Pyre Flame of the ether, crashing down in succession just before the horizon, and dredging back in the tidal waves of their oceanic fall as if to baptize themselves in salt and dead sealife.

The result of these events was a great, jagged and wretched continent engulfed in ethereal mists and reeking of death, a land forsaken by all living thing and gods, most certainly.

But in that land walked the dead. Ghosts streamed in from the ether, under the dreaming gaze of the neverborn, the dead returned to the lands of the living.

2 AP: Create Land: The Deadlands. A large, jagged and inhospitable continent, unnatractive to anything that is not... Dead.

0 AP.

Xuincherguixe

2011-09-06, 12:55 PM

A low rumbling chuckle reverberates, "That's cute. You think what you just said meant something. Come on man! You're making this too easy. You're practically slitting your own throat! It's no fun unless I forced you to do it.

Fine. Fine. It's too soon, but there's not much choice unless I'm supposed to have any fun here. Make sure you check under the rocks."

The Destroyer glows a little. But nothing seems to happen.

- 5 Create Race: Demons

They come in a truck load of varieties. You've got your basic rampaging demons who'll just show up and break things. And you've got your diabolic sorts who'll trick you into selling your soul. Sometimes they'll even work together. There's stupid demons and brilliant demons. But right now they're just hanging around inside the Abyss killing each other.

Incidentally, this is what I was referring to when I said to James that his army will come later.

"Oh dear. I swear that doesn't usually happen miss. Oh how embarrassing!"

Darklady2831

2011-09-06, 05:17 PM

Cephiran reeled momentarily, sensing a disturbance in the realms of death, and screamed in anger. "Enough! I've not the power to be everywhere at once!" He lashed out at one of the nearby Axiomatic Reapers, divine energy coursing into it. He ripped it apart, rebuilding it into an even more fearsome shape, giving it wings of shadowy fire. "Chronos! Rise! Go and see to it that the souls already within their afterlife are set right!" As soon as it was spoken, Cephiran shattered the barriers of reality about Cronos, sending his hurtling like a meteor towards the shores of Prism Lake.

Cephiran then flew off towards the planet upon which none tread, knowing that the disturbance felt must have been the Neverborn.

5 AP - 1 AP for Raise Hero = 4 AP left.

Draken

2011-09-06, 05:31 PM

Dead Weight

The event horizon of the World Born Dead is a fairly obvious limit. Ever so often, a fragment of rock comes too close and plummets down into the darkness at a speed surpassing that of light.

Still, immaterial ghosts ever so often appear by the egde, unwilling to cross that event horizon, or perhaps unable, even in their incorporeal state.

Oblivion lies at the heart of nowhere, but for anyone willing to look a bit further than simple empty space, one's eyes would reach the mists of the ether and there they would see a faceless Black Man in White garments.

Darklady2831

2011-09-06, 05:46 PM

Cephiran wasted no time, shouting in fury and soaring deep into the world, stopping near the Black man in White. "You..."

Cephiran glowered at the Neverborn, "How dare you disrupt the eternal slumber of the dead?"

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The Murder of Reapers

Cronos soared across the plains faster than any other reaper could, crashing down into the center of Prism lake hours before any other reaper would reach it.

With an enormous splash, the shadowy meteorite impacted in the center of the lake, causing great waves to slam against the shores, the water turning an angry shade of red. The great stone was large enough to stick out of the lake even where it had impacted. It split upon the top, and Cronos arose from it in a cascade of ebony flames. "Damned Souls, the lord of the dead has seen your wrongdoings, and knows of your sins. I come as a herald of worse tidings, you shall all be given a choice, oblivion, or surrender. Choose wisely..." With those words Cronos remained nearly sixty yards above the surface of the lake, the meteor forty yards below him. Cronos waited, watching the players of the Great Game like a dog watches the sheep it herds.

Draken

2011-09-06, 06:12 PM

I will assume Cephiran entered the ethereal plane.

The Black Man in White turns lazily to face the reaper.

"You disturb the sleeping dead, Cephiran, mortician."

More specifically, he is disturbing the Neverborn himself.

Darklady2831

2011-09-06, 07:03 PM

"I disturb the sleep of... I am not sure what you are... not dead, nor living..." Cephiran puzzles for a moment, before snapping back to the matter at hand. "You have disturbed the rest of the true dead, you have broken one of reality's unbending laws... how will you remedy this?!"

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Back at the Infinite Citadel, the wisps of shadow that make up the fragment of Cephiran's will seem to fade slightly. "My attention is needed elsewhere... so for now, fealty will be sworn to the First King..."

4 AP - 1 AP to Join Pantheon = 3 AP left

Draken

2011-09-06, 07:37 PM

The Black Man in White tilts his head to the side as Cephiran speaks of the true dead and of what he is.

In the spam of a second the divine mind understands the meaning of the other deity.

"This is about those 'souls' Etu-Echak made you to sheperd, mortician... These are things of the living, and we, the dead, have nothing to do with them. We are memory and darkness. Outside your realm and linked to it solely by the event of material death."

Shadows stretch around the sleeves of the Neverborn.

"And I decree that the dead walk where they please. That is my remedy for your petty, made-up laws. A divine mandate of my own."

Darklady2831

2011-09-06, 07:43 PM

Cephiran glares at the Neverborn, his eyes burning bright red in fury. "I give you one chance... the souls of the dead cannot rest at ease with their memories and spirits flitting about on the material..."
Cephiran slunk back into the shadows, preparing to leave and go back to the Infinite Citadel. "Restore the balance... or I will."

Draken

2011-09-06, 08:36 PM

"Their spirits?"

The Black Man in White tilts his head further, meaning his non-existant face would be upside down by this point.

""Balance is as it should be... So have I decreed. So it is."

Dayzgone

2011-09-06, 10:15 PM

“Eye leave for only a small frame of time and look what happens already”

Miyzer rubs his temples as he thinks to himself. He then focuses his gaze upon Cephiran for some time, watching as he throws his tantrum. He pulls forth Excalibur and looks into its reflex shun. And for the first time he realizes something that he had never noticed before.

“Haha…. So that’s what Eye look like. Eye have a healthy glow about me, must have gotten that from Etu” Miyzers gaze turns intense once more “but Eye have no time for this, as much as Eye enjoy your company it seems that Eye finally have a task for you Excalibur”

Miyzers lets go of the sword and it falls down. Down to the martial plane, it cleanly sinks into one of the Crystalings many hand carved diamond blocks. The Crystalings jump from the sudden appearance of the sword. It begins to glow and then talks in a booming voice.

“Your god of truth has decided my use, the one agree to be worthy to wield me, shall be pure of heart. He who is able to pull me from the Diamond will be named, The Knight of Innocence, and will forever more protect the world from the evil that lurks about it. Now come, see if your intentions are true and just. Should you have even the smallest hint of darkness in you, I will remain where I am.”

hustlertwo

2011-09-06, 10:34 PM

The faint, otherworldly whispers of the godly feud nag at a weary Nomnipitus, who forms one of his tendrils into the shape of a broomstick and hammers it at the edge of reality.

Knock it off, you shiftless wankers! I have no intention of carrying out genocide without a bit of rest!

Selinia

2011-09-06, 11:38 PM

The Beckoning Blade

Even as it would strike, the crystal tomb about the mighty Excalibur would begin to crack and fracture. For it was inevitable that any such prison was anathema to a being formed so purely of the essence of freedom. But even as the material fell to shards and dust, the diamond block remained the guardian of the sword.

Around Excalibur now hung a thousand motes of razor-sharp light, glinting and sparkling like ever-still snow. The fists and fury of an army would not move them, and every blow would only bring pain to the one who sought the blade. But to one seeking the Cloudreaver out of selflessness, gentle winds would clear a path through the diamond cavern. Until then, it would not move.

Dirty and Clean

The Reaper Man's herald certainly seemed to get a reaction. After all, Cronos' entrance had been very much on the theatrical side. However, the reaction was not, as might be expected, fear. Rather, applause. For the most part, anyway - there were still plenty of second-chancers closing up their scrying-screens and scribbling checks in their notebooks.

However, there seemed to be some sort of unspoken order going around, and soon Cronos was being approached by a trio of the beings, who stepped up onto a large rock on the shoreline that seemed to have been outfitted as some sort of podium. Two males, flanking a female who seemed to be walking a few steps ahead of the rest. She wore a vividly red dress of sorts, with a matching bow in her yellow hair, but her most prominent feature was the rather wary expression on her face. In contrast, the boy on her left seemed to be having nothing short of a grand old time, and was adding his own clapping to the general smattering with enthusiasm. He had to flick a few strands of shaggy blue hair out of his eyes to even see properly, but it didn't seem to bug him. The last member seemed the most nervous, almost constantly adjusting the snazzy bowtie on his green suit.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing here anyway?" Fithin speaks first, waving at Cronos. "I mean, seriously yo, that's a cool shtick you've got there, but those are some seriously giga-lamer beats you're rapping out, my man! We're cool with any folks who wanna' crash here, but kicking out my bros and sistas is a no go, yo? An all-time low!"

Jeff had a theory that everyone here had been... different, in life. He had to wonder what was so special about him or Paula. But Fithin? Yeah. He was different. Still, he was too busy scribbling in his notebook to follow up on that little soliloquy. Luckily, Paula covered for him.

"Um, yes. What Fith just said is very true. We have no clue what you're talking about - we've done nothing wrong here! And we're not dead! Look!" She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She then placed a finger on her wrist, feeling the gentle beat. "Our blood flows, we breathe, we can blink and talk and sigh, right? We may have died - actually, I think you confirmed that we did with that, because we were still guessing - but I swear I have no clue what sins you're talking about. None of us remembers our first chance."

"Yo, my bro! Let's swap beats, or it'll have to be beatings! We'll rumble in a tumble 'fore we teeter or fall! A phat smashin' could be a blitz of groovy for us, and Oblivion sounds like a whole trackload o' chump-o's!"

"Indeed." Paula crossed her arms, expression shifting to a scowl. "I'd like to talk this over, but if you make this a fight, don't expect us to go down without giving you a bloody nose!" Jeff shuffled a pace or two away at that. For one, he wasn't really sure if fighting a flaming god-thing was a good idea.

For two, Cronos didn't seem to really have a nose.

Darklady2831

2011-09-06, 11:49 PM

Cronos tilted his head slightly upwards, looking at the sky. "I only carry the will of my creator, the keeper of souls." Cronos sighed, gliding down from his perch, lofting in front of the procession.

"You meddle in the afairs of a god... even in your higher form, you are not immortal." stepping forward, Cronos furled his great bat-like wings around him like a cloak. "Soon, my brethren will arrive... but until then, negotiations are at hand."

Selinia

2011-09-07, 12:41 AM

Affairs of a God

"So, okay, I think I see what we're hitting here." Paula held up her hands inoffensively. "You seem to be pissed that we're not as dead as we should be, right? Really though, its fine - we like it here. This is gonna be our home, I think. If that's okay with you too, I don't think we even have a problem. Don't see much to negotiate with there anyway."

"But Mystery Man, can you feel the jive of that funky beat? That be the beat of being beings! Can't bash a beat that bad, my bro! This bad beat is gonna bop on to being bodacious!" Fith spun on the spot, slamming a few mad moves to illustrate his point.

Jeff swallowed hard. If Cronos was trying to intimidate them, he was pulling it off in regards to him at least. He had no clue how they'd even hurt something like that.

If it's any comfort...

Siofra put on a concerned face as she flitted to the side of the Destroyer. But she quickly placed her fingers on the corners of her mouth, pushing the frown into a smile. "Hey! Don't be sad, everyone makes mistakes. Mistakes can be fun too! You can always move them, or try again or something! Or... confetti everywhere!"

omnitricks

2011-09-07, 02:10 AM

For the Kitties

[Process of {Tarsin}...]
[Progress...7%]
[Searching...!]

"Oh for crying out loud. Hurry up!"

At the party

Tarsin saw that Siofra had given a present. And the bloodball did some sort of attack. The League had already started to have conflicting decisions of what they should do. Which brought Tarsin a question. What would he do with his newfound freedom now. What would be his decision. He was still a little bit too used with people pushing his buttons, telling him what to do.

So Tarsin made his way over to the pair when Siofra joined the Destroyer since all his friends were there. "I thought we were going to play? This is just sooooooooooo not fun..." Making quick glances at the other gods who went and made their own fun party without them.

Before next rollover:
0+3(AP) = 3AP (for this week)

Xuincherguixe

2011-09-07, 02:44 AM

"I thought Siofra knew the rules. But looks like she didn't understand. What we're playing is inside out. The object is to get the other team's insides outside.

Want to try playing this game?"

Darklady2831

2011-09-07, 12:24 PM

Cronos scowled at Fithin, then turned to Paula. "Perhaps you could translate this... lost soul... 's words for me, as he seems to be suffering from some sort of mental interference" He then turned to Jeff, cracking a grin that would've made even the bravest knight uneasy. "You seem to be quiet... what is your name?" Cronos seems to be too quiet, as if he's gathering information and pondering his next move.

On the horizon, several dark shapes could be seen moving into view in the sky above. They were too far away to tell what they were, but they were sure as hell not mortal souls.

Selinia

2011-09-07, 02:59 PM

Black Wings

"Can't keep time with my rhymes? Don't feel bad, I ain't mad! You'll be slammin' like a pro, my bro! C'mon, let's go!" Fithin seemed about to launch into another 'verse', but his saner companion cut him off.

"Uh, that's just him, actually. I'm going to be honest, I can't get what he's saying a lot of the time. I think he's mostly just agreeing with me. I think." Paula shrugged, a pained expression on her face. "Really, it just takes a little... creative license with language."

Jeff swallowed hard as the massive figure loomed over him. "M-my name is Geoffrey. Technician here, heading up our research on these." He held up the notebook in his hands, keeping his index finger in as a bookmark. "Um, don't mind me. Paula is in charge of negotiations, I think. I'm just taking notes."

Game time

"Oh, that sounds like a fun game!" Siofra smiled and threw her hand up in the air. "I call team one! Team one is lots of fun!" She jumped up and pointed at Tasrin, grinning. "Oh, and the Supreme Kitty can be on my team too! We can't lose if we have an adorable mascot!"

"Infallible logic."
"But cats have fleaaaaas... we could get the plague!"
"Actually, cats eat rats for breakfast. It makes them immune. Like, you know how if you eat a little bit of poison every day, you can tolerate it?"
"Really?"
"No, that was stupid..."

Expression not changing, she looks around her happily. "Who else wants to be on my team? We have slots open still! Hurry, hurry, I want the game to start soon! This is gonna be fun!"

Xuincherguixe

2011-09-07, 03:26 PM

"... You're not very good at this are you? The teams were already decided. It's our asssociation against these guys who take themselves way too seriously."

Darklady2831

2011-09-07, 06:00 PM

"I see... hmm... let me ponder this..."
With that, Cronos unfurled his great wings, and launched himself high into the air, soaring over to the meteor and landing on it. He stopped, and was eerily still and silent for the next hour.

_________________

Cephiran vanishes quickly from the Neverborn's presence, leaving behind only a faint echo "Set the balance right... or I will... I will... I will..."

_________________

Cephiran appeared in a great flash of purple light near the Destroyer, scowling. He turned to the Destroyer and Siofra "Lady Luna... may I speak with you?"

planswalker

2011-09-07, 08:33 PM

"... You're not very good at this are you? The teams were already decided. It's our asssociation against these guys who take themselves way too seriously."

The Destroyer hears a radiant, warm voice in his head. It is no light thing the power we bear. A certain amount of sobriety is in order.

Xuincherguixe

2011-09-07, 09:42 PM

The Destroyer vomits more blood.

"'Scuse me. I just heard something really offensive."

omnitricks

2011-09-07, 10:32 PM

"I call team one too them!" Because one always comes before two. Then Tarsin saw Cephiran coming "I guess he wants in team one too. You know, the cool team?"

Get the other team's insides out? That sounded easy. Tarsin shouted at the building. "Hey come out here. We have cake...and cute kitty mascots!" Who could resist that?

Selinia

2011-09-07, 11:11 PM

IC: Insanity Central

"Oh, hi Mr Reaper!" Siofra lunged to the shadowy figure and gave it something that seemed disturbingly like a hug. "Whaddya want? I love talking, it's fun! I'll talk about anything you want, so long as its something fun. Oh, speaking of fun, you can be on our team too! A scary reaper and an adorable kitty and me!"

She nodded and smiled at the Destroyer. "Is that okay? I mean, if we were on the same team, then we'd win for sure! Isn't it more fun if we make things a little fairer? The Super-Fun Not-Boring Brigade has a mega-special duty to make sure everyone has all the fun to be had, even if it means helping poor bored people make super-awesome teams! Because more is merrier!"

She swiveled and hugged Tasrin next, with next to no warning. "Isn't that right, Supreme Kitty? We're gonna show everyone how to have the bestest best time ever!"

planswalker

2011-09-07, 11:48 PM

Draken

2011-09-08, 12:23 AM

That Dead, Spiteful

The Neverborn looks on lazily as Cephiran departs, the Black Man slowly fading.

"You want me to restore the balance..."

The Black Man in White fades away, and the Eye of Eternity opens in the heart of the World Upon Which None Tread.

"I will restore the balance. As it was before."

The neverborn begins weaving his next terrible work, nether lightining arcing through the void of itself.

nolispe

2011-09-08, 02:29 AM

Aei - The First Death

The Coatl was bored. It was exploring a tunnel network beneath it's home, but they were all the same. Grey stone. Dripping water. Cold pools. Boring, boring, boring. So it started hitting things with it's native telekenesis, swiping the odd column, smashing through a few walls. So it really shouldn't have been that much of a suprise when a hundred tons of stone came crashing down. But it was. It was a funny thing, but if it had noticed the impending danger a few seconds earlier, it might have been able to save itself. If it had woven a shield of some description, and shoved itself out of the way, it might have survived. Maybe, maybe not. Either way, it was a few seconds too late. In a sound that had never before been heard, the Coatl's scales crunched and it died instantly.
The Coatls did not take it well. First, the council in the area used magic to find their lost companion, presuming that he was trapped down there, over a kilometer beneath the earth's surface, and so they tunnelled down their bravely, devoting a few days to the ripping open of a vast hole in the ground, until finally they uncovered the sad, broken body.
It was something that neither they or their creator had ever been prepared for. They had not been created to die- indeed, that was the thing they had been created to avoid. The entire Coatl nation went into shock. But there was one question on everybody's minds - what had happened to it's soul? Where did Coalt souls go? They knew, as Aei had told them, that lesser creatures were sent to some horrific afterlife. But surely that couldn't be what happened to Coatls. No, definitely not. That was for lesser creatures. So where?

Darklady2831

2011-09-08, 12:08 PM

The Guidance of the First...

Upon the first coalt's death, a dozen Axiomatic Reapers were already waiting for it. Standing around its crumpled body in an incorporeal state, the Coatl's soul rose out of the corpse. As the coatl's mourned and their society went through upheaval at this event, the Reapers took the lone Coatl Soul by the hands and wings, and transported it to the Shimmering City.

The roads were paved with glittering gold and gems, sparkling white ground on either side of it, before giving way to extravagant marble pillars and foundations that made up the buildings within the City. There were already hundreds of souls gathering in an audience, all of them adorned in robes of glittering gold, festooned with gems. The reapers let the Coatl's soul go, and it was taken by those that dwelled within the city, to a marvelous manor in which it would live, modeled after it's most wonderful fantasies during life.

As the Coatl's soul left the Reapers, they vanished in a flash of purple light, and went back down to the material...

The Axiomatic Swarm...

After nearly two hours, Cronos returned to the podium of stone, "I have pondered upon this... I have decided that you cannot be allowed to live still... you have already died, and must therefore go to the Elysian Plains or the Shimmering City." As soon as he said this, he unfurled his wings and rose his hands, motioning to the sky. Twelve reapers had already arrived, and they landed in a circle around Cronos. "We will try to make this as painless as possible, but if you resist, we shall be forced to harm you." With that, the Reapers lunged outward, towards the people gathered at the shores, scythes of ethereal energy blazing to life in their hands.

Cronos conjured his own Scythe, stepping into a combative stance and looking at the three leaders. "Do not resist..."

Tebryn

2011-09-08, 12:29 PM

Sarosh stewed over itself, twin sets of eyes gazing deep into Cauldron of it's very essence. The first child had been far to exhausting, where ever it had gone. Weeping such a way for the lives of things it did not even help make. But from the tears that still pooled down beneath their feet they drew forth a mold. The first was to soft but if it were to make another would it be hard and sharp? There was no way to know. Indeed only experimentation would make the result known. So the Three that were One poured forth the mixture into the mold, the divine essence infusing their creation until the spark took hold.

nolispe

2011-09-08, 02:18 PM

Aei - The Rescue Mission

The death had shocked the Coatl society, but not so much that they were unactive. Dozens of Coatls assembled from all over the Empire of Flowers, and with the aid of powerful magic to track down the dead Coatl's soul, they leapt through the planar boundaries in an absurdly powerful magical ritual to appear above the shimmering city.
They moved down in precise time, hovering twenty or so meters above the city and moving through the streets, steadily towards their target. On the streets below, souls paused and looked up and this strange procession, only to be suddenly encased in golden light and frozen in place, with only holes to breathe through, when the Coatls above noticed the attention. It was the world's first extraction operation, and the Coatls did not intend for it to go wrong. Within a minute, they were at the manor - or as they thought of it, the prison - that the Coatl's soul was living in, and, as one, broke through the walls and doors in a dozen different locations, flitting inside and freezing the inhabitants in golden light. And there, they came face to face with the errant Coatl soul, who shattered the golden light around him with a pained look on his face.
"We came to..."
"I figured. You came to rescue me from my imprisonment. Unfortunately, there's something you should know... I don't think it's all that easy for me to return to the living."

After an hour, the still-living Coatls left the house, weaving new walls and doors in the gaping holes they had created. They drifted through the city, methodically shattering the golden coccons that they had woven around the passers-by. If it was possible for a ten-foot long flying feathered snake to look sheepish, they managed it.

Darklady2831

2011-09-08, 02:38 PM

The Inevitable Escort

The Axiomatic Reapers did not disturb the coatls in their mission, and waited until they had unfrozen all of the souls to confront them. Speaking in unison, they gave a speach to the coatls "We apologize for the death of such a glorious being... however, our lord has set the law that death comes to all in motion. We have a proposal however... we can ensure that beings as magnificent as yourselves will always be given a place of eternal paradise... as long as you pledge yourselves as warriors against those who would shatter the unwritten, deific laws of reality..."

nolispe

2011-09-08, 02:45 PM

The Rescue Mission

The Coatls paused, and spoke swiftly to each other in a rustle of clicks.
Then, one of them turned to the Reapers, and spoke.
"We cannot rightly make such a decision, but we suspect our leaders will be very intrested in your prosposal. Meet us at the Heart of Aei and they will be able to make a decision for all Coatls."

Fun fact: The structures of golden light that the Coatls weave don't vanish when shattered. So there are thousands of quite large bits of incredibly hard golden filigree all over the streets, and they're a mainstay of Coatl areas.

Darklady2831

2011-09-08, 02:47 PM

The reapers nodded, If you will allow us then... we can transport you back to the material." The reapers shifted slightly, joining hands and conjuring a gate of ethereal energy, and then vanished, leaving behind an echo... "Meet you on the other side... side... side..."

nolispe

2011-09-08, 03:02 PM

The Coatls flitted through the gate, and appeared suddenly above the Heart. They floated down, and alighted - well, actually, they were about two meters off the ground, but they slowed their fall to a standstill there - on the surface. A great crowd of Coatls had gathered, gathered around a scrying pool, where they had been watching the proceedings. The Coatls who had just returned hurried up to the Coatl council.
"The Reapers will be here soon. Are you aware of their offer?"
"Yes, of course. The Scrying windows aren't great, but they serve that much. We've put it to a vote already- what do you think?"
"We discussed it on the way over. We don't know - depends on what they define as transgressions."
"Good. Here they come."

Shmee

2011-09-08, 03:24 PM

The Elysian Plains

Having concluded his buisness, it was time for Skizziks' Mate to finally go to the source of Skizziks' fierce anger... the Elysian Plains... where all the Ratfolk souls were stolen to. Looking around he understood the reason of his mate's anger... the proud Ratfolk race were subjected into humiliation after death just because they acted like all Rats should, as decreed by the Great Matriarch herself. But most importantly, the jealous gods were once again trying to steal her perfect creations too.

Skizziks was angry. Her children have been wronged. It was time for her wrath to be announced.

Turning towrads the deceased Ratfolks, Skizziks' mate raises his paws as he grabs their attention as he begins to squeak

"Listen-listen well, all Children of the Great Matriarch Skizziks, may her belly be content with her enemy-foe's gizzards, for I am her voice and mate! And today I bring you a message from the great goddess herself! I bring you her word of hope! You shall not be tried-judged by the false-fake standards of jealous gods no more! Believe in the mother who birthed you and she will set you free!"

The souls of the deceased Ratfolk begin to cheer as Skizziks' Mate begins to give them hope. Indeed his message of hope was beginning to cause the horde of Ratfolk to start praising their goddess. Noticing the other souls as well who were looking, Skizziks' Mate also makes them a promise

"Everyone who serves the Great Matriarch shall be rewarded too! It is not your fault-mistake you were not born a Rat! No! Its those foolish fools of a fool-fool gods who made you this way... and have now abandoned you! But look-look! There is someone who cares! Worship the Great Empress Skizziks, and she will free-free you from your bonds-chains!"

A great commotion could be heard across the plains, as Skizziks' Mate continued to rouse anyone who would be willing to hear him.

Selinia

2011-09-08, 03:30 PM

Stones Unbroken

Cronos was met by the same trio as before, who seemed prepared to talk to him again. However, his proclamation set them edging away warily, and the shift in the air was palpable. The figures lining the shores were tensing up, some pulling out the tiny colored notebooks that seemed ubiquitous among them.

When the reapers charged, some ran. Some - Geoffery among them - placed pen to paper in hopes of scribbling something that might earn a way out of the situation. Other hefted some dangerous object they'd had their books conjure, perhaps hoping to resist physically. None of them seemed inclined to go peacefully.

But even as the great reaper raised his scythe, a glint of something dark and impossibly swift filled the sky. A heartbeat later, it seemed that entire mountaintop shook, waves crashing across the still surface of prism lake. And before Cronos, amid the fragments of a scythe shattered into tiny fragments, there stood a sword. Its blacked metal had plunged a solid foot into the earth, but even so it stood imposingly.

"Desist, oh Reaper Man!" The voice rings through the minds of all present, crisp and clear. "You have offered these reborn souls chains. Some gilded, some cold and heavy. All saw before them what they might have, and refused it. This is your final and only warning, oh Reaper Man! I am Caledfwlch! Earthsunder! If you seek to bind these who have been given a second chance, they shall resist with me in their hands!"

Arithmetic

Siofra yawns slightly, producing the sparkling sphere gifted to her by the Lord of Eyes and releasing it to hang in the air. "Okay, guys, why don't all you set up everything real quick, right? I wanna check something super-quick. Maybe I can find someone else for Team Two! We don't have enough people for all the teams right now." She points at the prismatic orb. "And don't you people dare start the game without me! That'd be super-lamer of you! Tell me through that when you'll start, I can hear you, kay?"

"Aww... don't trust them! They'll start the second we leave!"
"Are you seriously listening to the boring ol' lightbulb?"
"Poor fellow. He is our brother, we really ought to try and get the boring out of him. It's the least we can do."

With that and a wink, she was gone. With another second past, she stood before Etu, looking slightly impatient. "Hey, Mr Big Shiny Person! What do you want? You know, all your friends are having a party over there, and the games are about to start! You should really come over! You can be on Team Two - my Bestest Best friend is on Team Two! He's all round and stuff, like you! I think you'll get along all cool and stuff."

Dayzgone

2011-09-08, 04:35 PM

Miyzer appears behind the Calefwlch, he eyes the hero infront of him carefully then looks tho the sword

“You seem unease Caledfwlch. It is true you would like to unbind your own chains. Eye do not approve of what my youngest brother is doing, however it is true he is part of the pantheon so there is little Eye can do. These innocent and true creatures should not be harmed, and your original creator made you for such an occasion. So feel free to do what needs to be done. I will go consult Cephiran, as for you Cronos... Eye suggest you don’t do anything rash.”

Miyzer darts away to into the void

“Brother Cephiran we need to talk, many of your actions seem to have angered the other gods. Eye am intervening to find a medium to this problem. What say you”

Darklady2831

2011-09-08, 06:16 PM

Cephiran twitched slightly, and turned to Miyzer "I say... that I have err'd..." he sighed. "In my quest to secure a place where law could be enforced as it should, I seem to have... failed in my purpose. Such a... mortal... flaw."

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At Prism Lake, the Reapers suddenly stopped, jerking their heads skyward. Cronos stepped backward, and bowed his head. Cephiran spoke through Cronos "You souls who didst escape the grasp of my reapers in death... I give you freedom from the Elysian Plains and the Shimmering City... consider yourselves... blessed, by the Keeper of Souls. You will not be persecuted by the Reapers... however, if you die in this form... I will take extra care to put you in a fitting afterlife..." After this, Cronos and the rest of the reapers vanished, leaving behind nothing but a fine purple dust.
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Two Dozen Reapers appeared in the skies above the Heart in a brilliant flash of purple light. They hovered there, and spoke in unison. "Coatls... our Lord has given you a choice... you may continue your way of life... when one of you dies... it will be judge accordingly... OR... you can make a pact with the Pantheon of the First King... further order and light... and our Lord Cephiran will make sure to give you a lenient judgement... unless one of your kind does something dire... you will all ascend to the Shimmering City." The Reapers awaited a response.

Dayzgone

2011-09-08, 06:45 PM

Miyzer lets a smile escape his lips as the reapers leave Prism Lake.

“It looks like you won’t be needed just yet Caledfwlch. But don’t you worry there are many a grand design that you are needed for.”

Miyzer turns back to Cephiran his eye spinning, not in anger, or sadness but for understanding.

“Brother you have hardly failed” Miyzer points down to the Coatls. “You are only doing what comes to you naturally, but being a god of death and fate. You must learn some patience, as you say all that is in motion will die. Then all you need is wait. Those that slip through your fingers now, will in time, be yours once more. However, Eye do believe Eye can provide a swifter alternative. Come with me and watch for now so that we may discuss this in private.”As in PM :smalltongue:

"Oh and Caledfwlch.... If you can nolonger wait, then fell free to head down to the mortals. Eye can see that there is plenty to do for you there. Eye will call for you some time later."

Darklady2831

2011-09-08, 07:03 PM

Cephiran nods, bowing his head. "I shall... Farewell, Lady Luna, Tarsin..." Cephiran follows Miyzer to where he shall go.

nolispe

2011-09-08, 07:24 PM

The Heart of Aei - The Deal

"What forces would you have us strike out against, Cepherian? We would be willing to assist the forces of Order and Light in their noble fight against the dark forces of Entropy and Chaos, but we must know what role we would serve in this great mission."

Darklady2831

2011-09-08, 07:30 PM

The Heart of Aei - Reaper's Offer

"Our Lord would have you guard the world against the forces of darkness... to find those who have broken reality and its laws... the dead who walk still... those who would cut down the righteous and mighty... for now... there is no such threat... but there will soon be... our Lord Reaper senses it in the winds... until such a time as you are needed, you will be given the reward... and until then, all we ask is that you watch... and wait" With this the reapers descended, extending on hand and conjuring a needle and jug. "Agree... and all that is required is a pinprick of lifeblood from two of you... one male... one female... disagree, and all you must do is fill the jar with dirt... after you have chosen... we will know..." With that, the reapers vanished in a flash of purple light.

nolispe

2011-09-08, 07:47 PM

The Heart of Aei - The Reaper's Offer

The Coatls paused for a moment, and assembled into a tight knot. As to how the hundreds of Coatls managed it, a three-dimensional knot it much more efficent than a two dimensional equivilent. They held that position for hours. And then, a pair of Coatls flitted out, over to the jug that was held on a podium of golden light. And then, they each in turn took up the needle telekenetically, and touched the end of their tails. Not much, but enough. Coatl blood dropped softly, briefly, into the jug for a moment before the pinpricks were closed by rapidly growing scales.
"You have a deal, Cephiran."

Darklady2831

2011-09-08, 08:46 PM

The Reaper's Offer

The jar stands eerily silent as the pinpricks of blood drip into it. For a moment, the world hangs in suspense, and then, the jar glows bright purple. The two coatls who pricked themselves feel safer, as if even in the darkest hour, all will be well. Soon, the feeling spreads to the rest, and Cephiran's voice rings through the air "Coatls... creations of my brother... you have chosen to protect the sanctity of death... for this, you are rewarded..."

-1 AP: Bless: The Coatls will always go to the Shimmering City when they die.

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Rebirth

Cephiran left Miyzer's side, and went to the Shimmering City. He found the greatest souls, the bravest heroes, the strongest men and women, and he tasked them with a duty. They would provide wisdom to those mortals who chose to guard the sanctity of death by eliminating the undead and stopping those who would sow senseless death. Cephiran fused these souls, souls that came from all races, into a single entity, and placed them deep within the Shimmering City, in a temple complex.

Cephiran then turned to the Material Plane, and found those mortals who he judged worthy of acting in his place upon the material. Those mortals were given a vision, and a divine mandate. They would take up the holy scythe, and don armours of glittering metal. They would travel the world, keeping the balance, gaining power from the souls of those heroes who came before.

-3 AP: Create Concept: The Grey Wardens are warriors who call upon the spirits of those heroes who came before, channeling their fury and might through their own mortal coils. They protect the sanctity of death, and keep the balance. They take five vows, and these are they

I shalt never suffer the dead to live again.
I shalt never suffer the living to interfere in the matters of the dead.
I shalt respect the dead, and never defile their rest.
I shalt honor the spirits of heroes past, and allow them to work again in this realm through me.
I shalt be bound by these laws, and work only so far as to enforce them.

The Grey Wardens are trained one at a time, with each master only training a single apprentice every decade.
They can call upon the powers of Cephiran at times as well, stopping the hearts of those who violate the Reaper's Law. However, using these powers is not without danger, for using them too often may raise the alarm of the other Grey Wardens, who will hunt the offender down for breaking Cephiran's Laws.

hustlertwo

2011-09-08, 11:03 PM

Globulus and the Gelatines cheer the harried royal ratling as it made its frantic rounds.

Here here! About time someone fought back against all this unfair post-death condemnation. Good and evil, what a pantload.

Nomnipitus looked upon their reaction, and was pleased.

Having been close to a form of death myself, I've no reason to wish it on others, or whatever these narrow-minded sods consider a proper afterlife. In fact, it's such a beautiful day, I think it's about time those crummy old reapers sat down and enjoyed it.

The omni-ooze shifts his seemingly infinite bulk with a jiggle and snakes a tendril across space to smear the Axiomatic Reapers with a time-release solidifying polymer.

Yeah, that ought to shake up the hornet's nest when people find out death is working nights only.

-1 for a Curse: Axiomatic Reapers are unable to move in any form during daytime, or the approximate 12-hour equivalent for any plane they are currently on. 6 AP remain.

Darklady2831

2011-09-08, 11:55 PM

Chaos in death...

The freezing of the Axiomatic reapers did not stop death, it merely delayed the souls of the dead reaching the afterlife. Those who died violently, sometimes haunted the living before the Reapers could guide their souls to the Elysian Plains...

Seeing this chaos, Cephiran sought to remedy this. He was glad that the Elysian Plains and the Shimmering City were in eternal twilight, time did not matter there, so the Reapers would be able to function as they were needed. However, upon the Material, the sunlight would hinder their efforts, and this could not continue.

Cephiran conjured his mighty scythe, and set about rewritting how the dead... well, died...

They would not lose their souls immediately, as they had before. Instead, the soul would linger within the body until dusk. During this time, death could be reversed by powerful magics and great blessings. But as soon as dusk descended, and the suns rays no longer shone upon the corpse, the Reapers came for the dead, whisking them off to the afterlife.

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Cephiran then sent a message out to his brothers and sisters in godhood.
"Hear me, oh great godlings... brothers, sisters... cousins, uncles, aunts... Why dost thou interfere with the work of inevitability? Why do you cause the reapers who's only duty is to guide and protect the souls of the dead, to disperse in the light of my father?" Cephiran hung his head in sadness Why would you damn your own creations... they act as you act... and if you try to defile the sanctity of death... they will be punished for it..."

bladescape

2011-09-09, 12:10 AM

Oh, searing life! That moment of nothingness, when life itself seems to stand still, where you know not whether you are incorpreal, insubstantial, or actual flesh and bone. That moment of consciousness when you finally find you are actually a thinking thing and not just another bunch of particles.

The spark lept through the body as she slowly came into being, born of magic. Born of divine essence. She felt the body she had come into being with, the limits of the farthest points of this body and spirit. She felt the very being of herself, and could almost sing with the perfection. The wonderful and graceful body.

She then felt outwards. Where was she? Who was she? She was... a creation from sorrow, and yet one not born with sorrow. She could feel sadness, and so many possibilities. Life, spirits of above and below. So many that were just like her!

Although none could truly be the same, as everything had it's own individual touch. "I ... live." She spoke, her voice filled with wonder even as she stood there. Her body finally chose a shape, that of the fey light shimmering as it almost seemed to have a body. She was unsure of what bodies were truly like yet, and wished to see before shaping herself fully.

She looked up at the only Spirit of Power near her. "You are my proginator?" Her voice calm, although you could almost visualise a minor smirk at the end of that last word.

Selinia

2011-09-09, 12:11 AM

Well, that was interesting

As Cronos turns and flees, there is naught but a faint ripple of smugness from the black blade before she follow suit, flickering out of sight. The deity hears a parting phrase in his mind. "Thank you, liege! It seems I have misjudged you. Knowing my master shares my crusade shall enable to unleash my fury ten-thousand-fold upon my foes! Tyrants! Beware! Earthsunder comes to break you!"

Of course, nobody else heard this, and Miyzer was left with a crowd of rather confused second-chancers. Not surprised, exactly. But interested, certainly. The incomprehensible one had even stopped busting moves to gaze in admiration at the deity of knowledge. But his rhymes were another story entirely.

"Yo, bro, that wuzza crazy show! Take it low, go fro', pack it up in in slo-mo!" That seemed enough to rejuvenate him, as he did several outrageous spinning maneuvers as he continued. "Your time was sublime, man! Wink in in a blink, crashin' down like a sink! Your groove is all smooth - Grade-A Approved!"

The girl in red smirked at that, and nodded in agreement. "Seriously, we owe you one." She hefted a heavy, round, metal object clutched in her hand. "I've no clue if this would hurt those things. Glad we didn't have to find out. You seem like a major bigshot somewhere, so I'm not sure what we can offer, but come back once we've settled in a bit more and I'm sure we could do something in the way of hospitality."

"Umm... Sir?" The snazzy-green-bowtied one spoke hesitantly. "I hate to ask it, but could you do me a favor? You can leave here, right?" Jeff held out a small, black-bound book - not the green one he kept close, but a more mundane volume. "I've been looking for a way to get one of these onto the world down there. They don't have them. It... kinda makes me sad. I can't imagine not being able to write. I've got all the basics down in this thing - maybe you could share it with some of the first-chancers? I think it might be nice, is all..." He coughed, tugging at his collar. "Um, if that's okay with you. Or I can work out the totals myself - I'm sure I'd be able to afford it eventually."

Majority Rule

Mister Reaper seemed... sad. And Siofra figured he had pretty good reason to be, to boot. Everyone was teaming up on him! Of course, he was a major boring square most of the time, but he still deserved some fun. Still waiting (less than patiently) for Etu's response, she sent a short mental reply.

"Heya, Mister Reaper! I was just thinking, maybe if everyone disagrees with you, you should try doing it their way? You're being seriously hardcore boring with your rules! Lighten up! Have some fun! Sometimes, things going wrong is more fun than them going right, you know?"

OOC: Bookkeeping!

AP:
0 + 3 (Rollover)
3 = Final

PAP:
= 2 (Rollover)

hustlertwo

2011-09-09, 12:15 AM

The blob burbled. Because in your efforts to preserve the sanctity of death, you have done more to pervert it than anyone else. Selling salvation to further your own ends? Horrifying. Besides, I know where my people were heading. Oh no, the Gelatines dissolved little Timmy and Tammy Twostep, as well as all their animals, land, and shoes. Banish their fallen! So narrow-minded. So I'll throw my lot, and that of my people, in with those who oppose your corrupted pseudo-moral tyranny. Long live the dead! Viva los muertos!

Tebryn

2011-09-09, 12:19 AM

Draken

2011-09-09, 12:25 AM

[Dead to The Dead God, Souls to the Soul... Hmm.]

The Neverborn wove his work for as long as it took... But when he was done, there was no great flare, no great flash, no horrible announcement of his grim doing.

And thus, the Eye of Eternity closed once more.

...

But in the worlds beneath, even the realms of the gods themselves, terrible knowledge was allowed to spread. Wether from the ethereal whispers of distantly near ghosts, or their outright teachings, or malign inspiration or runic and hieroglyphic depiction of deed, a new rite spread across mortals.

A very simple rite, indeed. To beseech the gods for great boons - on a mortal scale at any rate - at the sacrifice of a life, be it a captured enemy or an animal or a willing subject or any other life. Be it a festival achieving its heigh with an orgy of carnage or a solemnity concluded with spilled lifeblood, small or big. That was the lastest gift of the Neverborn, to the paint the Gods with all their greatness with a thirst for blood, hearts and souls. Not an altogether wrong impression in more than one case.

Great power was imbued in these rites, the mortals could beseech greater boons if they knew better how their rites would satisfy their patrons and the deed itself carried the power to send the sacrificed soul crashing across the firmament towards its intended target, with no means to prevent that fate from coming to pass. Be it a proud Coatl gutted in the name of Skizziks or a Reaper burned at a pyre to the Neverborn, that miserable soul would be consigned to the celebrant's designed god no matter what.

Of course... In his peculiar sense of selflessness, nowhere in the terms of his working did the Neverborn prevent any deity from accepting ritual sacrifice, nowhere were they bound to aquiesce to the request either.

It would certainly come as a surprise to each and every god then, when the first special prayers of sacrifice, along with their offerings, reached them.

Thus did the Neverborn restore the balance in his own special way... The balance was it was before Cephiran, or perhaps how it would have been before him. With each and every god receiving their due in souls.

Perhaps, just perhaps, there was an announcement of this deed across the gulf of the Void, a low rumbling chuckle echoing from the depths of the World Upon Which None Tread.

0 + 3 AP = 3 AP

3 AP: Create Concept: Ritual Sacrifice. The art of offering the soul of a living victim to the gods in exchange for gifts.

bladescape

2011-09-09, 01:20 AM

She cocked her head, feeling the lack of musical resonance in this universe. "Well then I thank you." She sounds sincere enough. She sprouts wings as the light sets off, looking for the music she longs to share...

But there is none. There are arguements, there are disagreements, there is prescious little harmony. The world below has chaos. ... She decides she likes Chaos.

A song was all it needed... Yes... She would have to consider this.

bladescape

2011-09-09, 02:36 AM

She was now surveying the world... A nameless entity looking for the resonance she could not find... Talking of that. "A name..." She muttered quietly. What kind of name did she want?

Erithean? No.... Something that had a spark. ... Talking of a spark. She pondered the lack of beautiful resonance on this world, and needed something to bring that fire out. She needed to find the spark in these living beings that others had already created...

She smiled just slightly to herself, her hands already weaving intricately as if she was creating a fine dress, the power flowed out of her, the spark that she had so long been searching for...

Below, many would hear the soft compelling call. The small notes of music that buzzed around their heads and would not go away. The notes seemed to stay, creating ideas beyond what had been considered before..

Slowly the ideas formed, those gifted with the Music of promise would create instruments. From harps to lyres and trumpets. From drums to lutes....

Music would fill the Material plane, Uchlan Kai felt the music wash over her, and felt the spark. Her name came as surely as the music that she had made....

"I am .. Uchlan Kai." She smiled, and enjoyed the way her name rolled off her tongue. Then she turned once more to watch the slow creation of music, her child. She would nurture the songs of these days.... Slowly the light seemed to shape itself, forming into a female whose wings retracted.

Actions:
Create Concept MR1: Music.
7 - 1:6 AP remaining.

Shmee

2011-09-09, 04:34 AM

Skizziks' Mate, Plains of Elysium

By this point, the Ratty Herald had managed to whip the souls into a state of frenzy with his speech, when all of a sudden, he hears Cephiran's message.

Cephiran then sent a message out to his brothers and sisters in godhood.
"Hear me, oh great godlings... brothers, sisters... cousins, uncles, aunts... Why dost thou interfere with the work of inevitability? Why do you cause the reapers who's only duty is to guide and protect the souls of the dead, to disperse in the light of my father?" Cephiran hung his head in sadness Why would you damn your own creations... they act as you act... and if you try to defile the sanctity of death... they will be punished for it..."

"Behold! Already the false-false judge wishes to impose his own laws upon us! He is correct however, and by his own mouth he condemns himself! We act as our goddess acts!The Great Matriarch Skizziks, may the insides of her enemies-foes be soft-soft and chewy and not get caught in her teeth, rejects him! And as she has rejected his judgment, so too shall we reject it!"

Pointing towards the Shimmering City, he continues to squeak

"If the false-false judge wishes to impose his judgment on us, then its only fair that he too faces our judgment! The Great Skizziks, may all her enemies-foes die-kill from choking on something unpleasant, finds him guilty for taking what is rightfully hers! The punishment is to be dealt quick-quick!"

Pointing to the Ratfolk souls he says

"Those who follow the Great Matriarch's ways, shall be rewarded justly! Behold the honor that the Great Skizziks, may she digest the souls of her enemies-foes, gives upon the females who are strong, clever and breed good-good!"

All of a sudden, all female Ratfolk fall on the ground shrieking as they are enclosed in a vile cocoon. After several moments, the cocoon erupts as the females emerge from it in a new terrifying form. They are now several times larger than the biggest Ratfolk, and pure divine power emanate from their hollow eyes, and they are dressed in full battle-gear. Roaring with an unnatural voice, these creatures spread their vile wings made out of puss and ooze as they take to the skies.

These chosen Ratfolk Maidens were the ones who during life, had pleased Skizziks due to their strength, shrewdness, maliciousness and of course their ability to birth more Rats into the world, were given this ultimate gift for their devotion to their goddess. They are the Kolftar, also called Skizziks' Handmaidens, and theirs is the task to lead all the souls belonging to Skizziks straight to her. Normally only those female chosen get to become Kolftar... however for the sake of her retribution... for one time only, Skizziks was willing to make an exception.

Grinning maliciously Skizziks' Mate, quickly zips to the Shimmering City, as the Kolftar land behind him. Pointing his paw towards the city, he shrieks

"Brave-brave Kolftar! You are the scourge of vengeance! As the false-false judge tried to take-steal what belonged to the Great Matriarch, so too shall you take-steal what belongs to him! Grab any soul that scuttles in your way, and offer it as sacrifice to our ever hungry Empress! Revenge shall you have for those who imprisoned you! Free-free are you from the bonds of death!"

With that, the Kolftar let out their terrible roar, finally freed they pour into the Shimmering City and release all of Skizziks' anger... and their own as well, as they begin grabbing any soul that gets in their way, and rendering all who would stand in their way with their wicked claws.

Back in the Burrows, Skizziks grins maliciously as she licks her lips.

This would be a Grand Feast of Souls indeed.

AP1= 6-5, Create MR5 Creatures: the Kloftar

Darklady2831

2011-09-09, 11:59 AM

Cephiran was furious, appearing in the center of the Shimmering City along with an army of Axiomatic Reapers, Cronos at his right hand side.

"ENOUGH!" he roared, his gigantic form towering above the city. He took up his great scythe and cut a swathe of Kolftar down; saving the souls they were devouring. "Reapers, repel the intruders!" Cephiran screamed, lunging forward and cutting another swathe of Kolftar down.

"Minions of the rat queen, you have transgressed greatly upon the laws of reality! Prepare for oblivion!!!"

The swarm of Axiomatic Reapers soared forward, fighting the Kolftar as best they could, but it took several of them to kill even a single of the great ratty monsters. Cronos led the assault, throwing bolts of purple hellfire at those who were out of reach of his ethereal scythe.

Cephiran roared a challenge "Rat Queen! Show your vile cowardly face! You damned your own people, not I... and now you damn them further!" He seemed almost sad."However... I have an offer for those Gods who disagree with my ways... I shall rewrite the book of judgements, and judge if a soul gets paradise or damnation based upon its patron... the one it worships..."

Rollover AP:0 + 3 = 3

omnitricks

2011-09-09, 12:15 PM

Still for Kitties

[Process of {Tarsin}...]
[Progress...27%]
[Am I not fast and awesome auxiliary...?]

"No, you are not."

They Ditched Me

Suddenly everyone around Tarsin vanished one by one. First the boring eye man, Siofra, the creepy reaper man. But the one Tarsin wanted to leave most was the scary looking bloodball. He suggested a fun game but no one was playing it. And all he did was do the uglies on the wall. Even the other team is not coming out of the castle.

"Hey Bloodball. Your game stinks. What now?" Tarsin asked the Destroyer. Already Tarsin's image of him was diminishing in his mind after all the failures so far.

Then Tarsin turned away from the Destroyer to the castle "And you. Your parties are boring. Are you twits even going to do anything?" Tarsin did not even get a star. Where was his party pack?

3AP+3AP(Rollover) = 6AP

Dayzgone

2011-09-09, 02:32 PM

"Umm... Sir?" The snazzy-green-bowtied one spoke hesitantly. "I hate to ask it, but could you do me a favor? You can leave here, right?" Jeff held out a small, black-bound book - not the green one he kept close, but a more mundane volume. "I've been looking for a way to get one of these onto the world down there. They don't have them. It... kinda makes me sad. I can't imagine not being able to write. I've got all the basics down in this thing - maybe you could share it with some of the first-chancers? I think it might be nice, is all..." He coughed, tugging at his collar. "Um, if that's okay with you. Or I can work out the totals myself - I'm sure I'd be able to afford it eventually."

Before chaos that would consume the cosmos Miyzer accepts this task

“Eye am all for the spread of new knowledge. However there is much that Eye must do before Eye may release this properly upon the world below. Now then Eye must go. Eye sense power being accumulated, and that only ever seems to mean trouble.”

As if after the last post

“Eye know much and seek to know more. But for the eternity of me Eye cannot understand what propels such actions.” Miyzer states this with a twitch as if it hurts to say. He then goes on “My brother and Eye have agreed on actions that would help all! Those of you who strike at him for no reason, what purpose does this hold. You hurt only your selves, if you do not let his creations transport the souls of the dead off world, then your own creations would suffer. Attacking him creates nothing…. Do you hear me?! You gain nothing! You learn nothing! You only lose!”

Miyzer looks to continue but is calmed by a new presence, several in fact, and music that is new. He glances to either side, composes himself then goes on.

“I stand by my brother on this end. I also seek compromise, take the offer he gives it may be well worth your while. Oh and thank you Lady Siofra you looked to help my brother, and your Lunatics have put on quite a show for me. I will enjoy watching them grow, now then I have other matters that I must attend”

Miyzer floats off to the world below. He stops above his Crystilings and Excalibur he puts the green book to his fore head and thinks to himself.

“Not yet little note book. Not yet, there is still much that must be done. So much chaos, Eye need help….. and just in time”

So many have tried to pull Excalibur from his resting place but none have been even able to get close. Until now, Miyzers eye sparkles as he watches a little Crystiling walk towards Excalibur. So young and innocent,it knows not what it is that’s in front of her. There is no greed or darkness. No desire or lust, just the innocent curiosity of the child. The child’s name what is it Miyzer wonders he thinks back to its birth. Lidia Gemling, a girl that is small even by their standards. How could she hope to lift the sword, it was even too big for her to grab the handle. She walks up and touches it but does not try to pull it forth. Just admires Excalibur where it stands.

“No Lidia, that is not for you. Not now, but don’t worry it will be yours, you just need to wait till you’re a little older. But just to make sure”

Miyzers waves his hand and one of his stars flashes down to the world, and vanishes in to Lidia’s chest. She jumps and looks around for the source of her discomfort, which she cannot find. She begins to sob and runs back off to her mother. Who comforts her and brings her home.

+3 ap(roll over) -1(bless Lidia)= 2Ap

Bless Lidia- She is now the future Knight of Innocence, when she is ready she will release Excalibur from the Diamond and take her right full place as Miyzers first hero. Even if she does not know it yet.

For Drogos where ever he may have gone
Pantheon Ap = 2

Xuincherguixe

2011-09-09, 04:07 PM

"Not my game. But good to know the level everyone is at. Okay. Everyone listen really carefully."

I can't tell who's here and who isn't. Attacking everyone.

planswalker

2011-09-09, 08:00 PM

Gunther

2011-09-09, 11:05 PM

Binding Works

The Gnomes scurried about their new abode with a newfound curiosity. Their little pale-skinned bodies were not individually strong, but they had spent much time in passive activity. As other cultures advanced and developed, it was the Gnomes- inside of the Badlands- that developed more and more. The Ratfolk had their precious champions... but Flux was not an entity that would so radically change the very fabric of the world. He would not rewrite the laws of a culture's genetics, or introduce some great safeguard, or give life to that which should- by all rights- remain lifeless outside of divinely influenced circumstances.

There was a brief moment of activity as he cast his gaze to the Gnomes below...

Down below, a chalk-skinned Gnome by the name of Bleedo was practicing his craft. The craft in particular was one that he had, in fact, invented himself: It was a lovely craft, that had prospered in the central city of Bastion. The craft was what he had adopted his name for... Bleeding.

What did Bleeding entail, one might ask? Well, watching it unfold, it was rather simple. Blood had power. Blood was what made all things live, and what made it do what it did. Bleedo had found this out after, out of curiosity, disemboweling one of his fellows with a hatchet. After a certain amount of blood was lost, he had perished just like that!

But that wasn't the point, no. No it wasn't. Bleeding was where he found someone worth his effort- real quarry, not some little boy or girl that couldn't put up a fight. He was currently after the architect who had made one of the great towers overlooking the Bastion into a bristling defensive point. Architect-engineer. Soldier architect. Oh, yes, he would be quite the sport. Just what could he have on him? Some sort of exotic spear? A sling? Such fun weapons the architects produced.

...Another tangent. The proximity of his prey was driving him simply dizzy with glee. Now, now, as he chased after this architect- was it Turpin, or Turdle?- he found himself thinking on just what the Bleeding would entail. His wiry body vaulted over a low wall after the running architect as he felt towards the knife at his belt. Not really a knife, no- it was a meat cleaver, the sort used for chopping those delicious little rats into bite-sized pieces that tasted so good with a bit of blood to stew it up.

Now, the Bleeding would involve so much ritual. He didn't just have to stab this sprighty little fellow to the point where he stopped twitching. No, he had to make sure he stabbed him exactly as ritual demanded. Seven times seven times over, spread across the body. Not deep wounds, but still enough to kill him in due time.

Ah, yes, the wall of Bastion. His eyes focused on the distant, spiked walls, watching the armored forms upon them. The imposing statues they had built, unmoving and watching over the vast caverns surrounding their massive city. Watching over the great chasms and magma vents that simultaneously cooled and heated the city both inside of the walls and outside. Cisterns and stalagmites and stalactites and...

Ah. No time for monologue! Bleedo was very much a criminal, especially by his society's standards. Not insane, no, for murder was perfectly normal- it was simply a matter of where that murder was not condoned. He was only supposed to murder the rats and wretches that lurked the caverns. Fellow Gnomes was a no-no, unless they too had broken some rule or transgressed in some way that deserved death. But what did he care?

He was Bleedo, and this was the Bleeding, to sate his bloodlust.

Unfortunately, his killing spree was destined to come to an end. As he leaped at his prey, cleaver drawing into his hand, the fellow Gnome he was meant to target proved just how much more dangerous he was. Having run into a filth-laden alleyway, Bleedo was effectively trapped in terms of maneuverability. A fact that his prey, a much superior killer, used to his advantage. The fight was hardly even much of one- just a simple matter of the quarry becoming the hunter, a single knife slipping into his hand with practiced ease- an almost ritual knife, slim and possessing a point that almost glossed over the air rather than cutting through it.

Bleedo's cleaver hand came off in one smooth motion, as a yellow-nailed hand swiped across his throat and tore open his windpipe. Blood splattered as the architect grabbed his dying opponent, slamming him against a wall- pinning him there with the knife through his right shoulder. Though thin, the brutally short-lived Gnomes learned to become both strong and quick-witted in life.

There was an art to this next part, Turkin knew. An art he had been developing... and only now ready to share. There was a low hiss as the blood reacted to his fingers. It was crude, what he was doing, but he was refining it each day. The rats were inferior to Gnomes for this process, but not many Gnomes could simply be written off by the higher echelons in the workshops. Bodies were productivity, after all.

Blood was what made the body move, but blood was also what bound the soul to the body (amongst other things). And a soul, for a Gnome, was as malleable as rock and stone and metal. It could be hammered into a new shape, hammered into a hook... a spear, even.

A spear to hunt, and trap...

There was a low hiss as the body convulsed, the soul finally leaving the mortal world... but not for an afterlife. For there was a greater purpose it could serve, than simply as some disembodied spirit. Up above, beyond the stars above the cavern ceiling, one of the blood-red stars in Flux's realm winked out.

And the body convulsed again, jerking violently, but not from the body within it. It hissed and rattled and sizzled as the flesh began to slough away, the corpse seeming to consume itself as the architect-turned-sorcerer watched. No, not sorcerer.

He reached forward to withdraw the knife, which quivered in his hands. The body erupted in its wake, a thin trail of blood hovering through the air to feed the knife. There was a malignant hatred in the knife, seething through it, seeking to kill and destroy. Placing it into his belt, Turkin looked to the walls.

He was the first Demon Binder amongst the Gnomes, and the entirety of the Bastion would soon come alive with the works of himself and his cohorts.

But they would need bodies. Weapons. Things to fuel this new industry, set in motion by a God interested in maintaining a stable world.

Walking away from the corpse even now turning to ash, he could already formulate- internally- the necessities of reaching other realms. The knife in his waist sang sweet nothings to him, of deaths and murders to be committed, of great assassinations it could perform.

The rest of the world would soon find envoys of the Gnomes, in due time.

Actions
MR 5 Create Life: Infernal Demons. Inhabiting Flux's plane as great spiritual equalizers in the afterlife, these titanically empowered beings are normally forbidden from making their presence known in the mortal plane by physical means. However, through the Gnomish art of Binding, they can be made to physically inhabit machines, architecture, items, bodies, or other physical vessels- putting in new attributes or qualities to whatever form they take over. They relish being summoned to have a taste of the real world, however confined it is, and serve as the slaves to the Gnomes in this bargain.

MR 2 Create concept: Binding. A Gnomish form of sorcery, set apart from the rest of the magical spectrum in that it actively tampers with the nature of the soul when used. Usually taking the form of ritual magic, but also possessing battlefield applications, the Gnomes practice it through the combination of some sort of binding agent- commonly blood, but most anything can be utilized- and some soul or similar entity to bind into a physical vessel.