The God Game

[Algerin]

"Before the First Era, the Aether stood empty and the worlds barren"
-The Book of Creation

From nothing you are born.

Even in your new-born state, you can feel the power pooling within you, begging to be unleashed. To create, to mold, to shape, to guide... Even to destroy.

The Nothing swirls around you, and slowly you realize that you are not alone in this space. Very simple matter floats all about you, cradling you almost. You are floating in the Aether, the source of all creation. You extend a tendril of will and note(With a bit of satisfaction) that the Aether responds to your thoughts, moving a bit as you flex your mind. With this you will create or destroy.

You drift aimlessly for a bit, when a brilliant light comes into view. Amongst the Aether drifts a brilliant blue star, blazing hot in the Aether. You are drawn to it and find that just by thinking of the brilliant star, you are pulled to it. In short time, you are pulled through the surface of the star and arrive in a bright hall filled with burning braziers and white marble pillars. A single circular table dominates this room, with ten chairs set around it. You are in the Hall of the Ten.

A (relatively)short distance from the star is a planet, with not even a name. It is a cold planet, with no discerning features. It is simply a sphere of gray stone. But within the stone pulses raw Aether. This world will be easy to change.

Much further away from the Hall of the Ten is another planet without name, this one made of black stone. There is much more Aether here, so much that the power could overwhelm any attempting to shape it. Those wishing to change this planet will find it dangerous to change.

RULES
Just a reminder of the rules
You gain "Divine Points" that you could use on a number of different effects. Each Round you will gain more based on a number of factors, but always at least one point. You come into play with three Divine Points
Things you can do with Divine Points:

Create an Artifact: Artifacts are powerful tools, weapons,armor or items. When you create an artifact, you decide what it's effects are(Use discretion, anything too overpowered will be denied, but remember that you are a god and that they will be powerful).

Alter the world: At the moment, the world does not even have a name. You can create mountains, oceans, swamps, forests, caves, whatever you want. As it goes along I will keep a map(Unless someone else volunteers to do it, I only have Paint).

Alter the Aether: The Aether is the realm of the gods and their servants. Altering the Aether can mean creating a massive floating palace, a moon for you and your followers, stars, nebula, comets, and other things. Use your imagination.

Create Life/Alter Life: You can spend faith points to create life. When life is created, you must define what it looks like and where it lives(Life would probably have something to do with your spheres...). The first few generations will worship you as their creators, provided they are sentient.

Grant gifts: Give a creature supernatural strength or speed, a Warrior mighty prowess in battle, give massive amounts of gold to the faithful, or just about anything else it's your choice.

Create an Avatar: Avatars are weaker versions of yourself used to traverse the world. They are mortal and contain only a fraction of your power, but are still far more powerful then most mortals.

Create: This allows you to create objects, buildings or minerals and place them either in the Aether or in the world.

Create Minions: Seperate from the creatures of the world, Minions dwell with you on the Aether. They serve as your personal soldiers, servants, guards and messengers. They can take whatever form you desire.

Anything else you can think of is fair game too, just let me know beforehand.

Other Rules-
-No God-Wars for the first three rounds.
-Rounds will end after three or four days, or after everyone has gone at least once.
-Surplus Divine Points will carry over between rounds, but no more then five.
-You can create life, pass messages and commands and guidance down to Life, but you can not personally control life. I will type up descriptions of Mortal Affairs.
-You can use as little or as much detail as you want in describing things, but if you use little detail, I'll fill in the blanks for you.
-If you want to do something without the other players knowing, PM me.
-FEEL FREE TO SUGGEST CHANGES. This is your guys game, not mine.
-HAVE FUN!
The Gods
Name: Doga
Major Sphere(s): Wisdom, Thunder (Lightning)
Minor Sphere(s): Knowledge, Age, Time, Family, Harvest

Name: Voroshk
Major Sphere(s): Artifice, War
Minor Sphere(s): Metal, Innovation, Heat, Bravery

Name : Raih
Major Sphere(s) : Darkness,Chaos
Minor Sphere(s) : Stealth,Assassination,Treachery

Name: Whidel
Major Sphere(s): Air, Life
Minor Sphere(s): Freedom, Joy, Change

Name: Jim-Bob
Major Sphere(s): Earth, Water
Minor Sphere(s): Food, Crops, Fields, Animals, Plants

Name: Kar-Leon
Major Spheres: Good, Knowledge
Minor Spheres: Justice, Creation, Fire, Metal, Rock

Name: Nordul
Major Sphere: Plants, Protection
Minor Sphere: Healing, Medicine, Earth

Name: Mzuuthn'liex
Major Sphere(s): Wrath, Destruction
Minor Sphere(s): Predators (Monsters), Hunger, Desert, Greed, Stagnation

Name: Moskul
Major Sphere(s): Travel, Freedom
Minor Sphere(s): Hunting, Weather, The Open Sea, Strength, Birds

Name: Vel'kor
Major Sphere(s): Magic, Change
Minor Sphere(s): Inovation, Artifice, Alchemy, Aberants, Mutation

Name: Locathan the Destroyer
Major Spheres: Entropy, Fate
Minor Spheres: Death, Destiny, Extinction, Rapture, Void

Name: Mordeshul
Major Spheres: Death, Fire
Minor Spheres: Dragons, Secrets, Assassinations, Thievery, Blood


Name:Fel and tel, Feltel
Major Sphere(s):Balence
Minor Sphere(s):Life,Death,Good,evil


Name: The Nothing
Major Spheres: Madness, The Soul
Minor Spheres: Chaos, Evil, Mind, Monsters


Artifacts
The Hammer of Voroshk
The Blood Dagger of Raih
The Ender Stone
The Spear of Gor the Hunter

Races
Terranie(White Planet)
Air Elementals(White Planet)
The Golems of Voroshk(Grey Planet)
Elves(White Planet)
Kobolds
Humans(White Planet)
Dragons(White Planet)
The Crevain(White Planet)
The Things(Euclidia)
Aresul(White Planet)
Intelligent Strangelets(Aether)
Radashtan
Crystal Trees(Gray Planet)

Celestial Objects
The North and South Triangle
The Moon of Kar-Leon
The Gateway of Vel'Kor
The Palace of Doga
The Castle of Raih
The Sealed Planet

Minions
Samaritans of Kar-Leon
The Sleeping Serpent of Mzuuthn'liex
The Black Dragons of Mzuuthn'liex
The Shadow Guardians of Raih
Gor the Hunter
The Seven Hounds of Moskul



Map
Aether
http://i46.servimg.com/u/f46/16/96/55/31/aether10.jpg

Collected Quotes
"Before the First Era, the Aether stood empty and the worlds barren"
-The Book of Creation

And so it was that the ten deities were formed from endless nothing, each from concepts that they would bring into being. They would bring order to Aether, and life upon the world.
-The Book of Creation, opening of first chapter

And so he of stood gazing upon the black world and the white world longingly, for he loved life and that wit which one could work, yet he loved the minerals and rock, and in both he loved magic. And so, finding himself unable to restrict himself in any sense, he sent forth his thoughts, and created the grey world, where magic was balanced, still dangerous but still light, where life could exist in a semblance of harmony, and artifice could still have great power.
-From the Book of Stars: Part 2, Planets of the World, Chapter 3: The Grey World

It would seem that given enough stress, the Aether will shift and reform to accomodate the source of the distress"
-From "Commentaries on the Mysteries of the Aether"

When in deadly dilemma,
when beset by doulbt,
fly in little circles,
laugh and CHILL OUT
-Popular saying amongst Air Elementals

And so upon the soil of his planet did he toil, and from the light of the planet grew life, and so to from the darkness, and not just did the light become the energy and lifeforce of the planet and its being, it so became metals from within.
-The Declare'ra

"First there was no life, then there was life"
-Terranie saying

"It is remarkable that the gods first war was a war of words and actions."
-A View of the Troubled Times

[Trufflehound]

Moskul will alter the aether, creating two triangles of three bright stars. The center of one triangle is to the north (I suppose it defines north; it's just perpendicular to the sun, centered on the sun's orbit) and the other is to the south.

Current action points: 2.

[Eshkigal]

From the void, twin forms are cast at the same time. One the graceful avian form of Moskul, which spreads his wings, creating a sun to heat this world and to light it. The other, a quadrepedal behemoth that dwarfs several of the others, plantlife bursting from his shell, most notably a giant tree that shoots up from one side. Thus, Nordul comes to be, and regards the barren gray world.
"Hm. Jim Bob, Whidel, shall we set the world up for our fellows to begin populating? My brother has brought light and warmth to work with already."
He shakes his branches, and seeds of all types fall across the barren world, waiting for the work of the other gods to help make the world hospitable.
(Spending two points: Create Life (nonsentient plantlife) and Alter the World (make all plantlife abundant-forests of trees and kelp, fields of long grass and bushes, and so on.))

[3.1415926535897]

"Of course Nordul", and promptly shapes the world before him; adding oceans, seas, lakes, streams, and rivers. After that, he then shapes the terrain adding mountains, valleys, plateaus, trenches, and islands while still maintaining large fields throughout the world for cultivating. "How's that?" Asks Jim-Bob

[spending two points, alter the world (adding water) and alter the world (shaping the land)]

[Grim ranger]

And so it was that the ten deities were formed from endless nothing, each from concepts that they would bring into being. They would bring order to Aether, and life upon the world.
-The Book of Creation, opening of first chapter

From the uniformity of formless nothing, a change suddenly emerges, an odd occurence in eternally empty existence that the universe has known thus far. Ethreal wind slowly picks up bits of nothing, and from those small bits and pieces a humanoid figure is evantually assembled. Even if having been in existence for mere moments after his creation, the young god understands his purpose and knows his name, turning to regard his fellow gods with a grin that many will come to know as his basic expression in the future.

Nodding at Nordul while laughing a bit, the cloaked god speeds across the empty skies of the world, watching as his fellow god lays the foundations of life to the empty, dead world. Still, it lacks many things... And Whidel in particular finds the emptiness of it's skies very saddening. "No, this will not do at all... Something needs to change" he speaks to himself somewhat absent-mindedly. Stopping for a moment, he hovers high above the world and takes a deep breath, his godly power surging as he exhales the first breezes, his breath giving the world wind and atmosphere. They help to spread the vegetation even further, and it pleases him, for he is also god of Life and as such everything from smallest cord of grass to mightiest oak tree falls under his care as well as Nordul's.

And from the first breezes of the world are formed the first sentient race of the world, their bodies that of breeze and their minds as playful and carefree as that of their god's. For they are Air Elementals, the first creations of Whidel, and the new world will be their home from now on.

"Hehehe... Top that if you can!" he says, smiling at the rest of the gods before forgetting about them for a moment and joining the Air Elementals in their game of tag across the newly-created sky.

Spending 2 Divine Points, 1 to altering the world (creating Air and breezes) and 1 to creating life (Air Elementals)

Remaining Divine Points: 1

[Eshkigal]

As the land twists to Jim Bob's liking and water flows, the seeds begin to work their way into the fertile, new soil, spreading roots to find the water. As Whidel breathed life into the world, they flourished, flora of all types springing up in all ecosystems across the new globe. Nordul saw this and showed his approval at his fellow gods' works, before looking at the second world.
"Shall we work on this too, or leave it for now?"

[3.1415926535897]

"I say that, for now at least, we leave it alone. Personally I'm a little bit too tired to make a another world right now."

[Algerin]

Here's the OOC thread for those interested. http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=224590

Good job so far guys, I like the use of different colors to denote speech.

[Wootman]

Mzuuthn'liex

The eyes of Mzuuthn'liex opened, the realization of his existence flooding his new awareness. First for his eyes to gaze upon was that blue star.

And then, he was crammed into a chair clearly designed for a tailless entity a fraction of his size. Infuriated, Mzuuthn'liex smashed the unaccommodating seat. It just wasn't enough. Taking flight from the Hall to farther parts of the Aether; Mzuuthn'liex roared, the bellowing shout resonating throughout existence so that all would know the want for more.

So it was that the beginnings of Greed seeped into the universe.

-

In flight, two planets were observed. The first, the other gods had began their work upon. The second, the sphere of black stone, floated off in the distance. Pristine, untouched, unmarred. Rich in raw Aether.

Upon the surface of this black rock, Mzuuthn'liex unleashed a serpent, of stature great enough to wrap around the world many times over so that little would not be covered. Slithering over the rock, the serpent's scales eroded and carved. Regions more traveled were cut deeper, becoming valleys and canyons. The freed rock, eroded into fine sand, was thrown into the sky in the serpent's passing. As the serpent moved, it devoured and absorbed aether from the rock into itself. After a time, the serpent, sated from feasting, ceased it's travel and went into a deep sleep. With nothing stirring the sands of the planet into the sky, the sands settled down onto the world, covering the land and burying the serpent.

Here, under the desert world, the serpent would lay until woken from it's deep slumber by Mzuuthn'liex.


[[Summary: Using a divine point for Mzuuthn'liex to unleash a roar that introduces greed to living things present and future. It need not be an intense all-consuming greed, everything will experience greed in some form or another to varying degrees.

Using a divine point to create a giant, world sized serpent on the black rock planet that will slither around the land creating canyons and valleys and desert while consuming raw aether from the planet itself. Perhaps this consumption of aether from the planet will make it less dangerous to change? The serpent will eventually settle down and sleep until awoken by Mzuuthn'liex.]]

[Erik Vale]

Vel'Kor

And so he of stood gazing upon the black world and the white world longingly, for he loved life and that wit which one could work, yet he loved the minerals and rock, and in both he loved magic. And so, finding himself unable to restrict himself in any sense, he sent forth his thoughts, and created the grey world, where magic was balanced, still dangerous but still light, where life could exist in a semblance of harmony, and artifice could still have great power.
From the Book of Stars: Part 2, Planets of the World, Chapter 3: The Grey World

And in truth, that was exactly what Vel'kor did. Staring withing the void, he created a midway planet, which would link the two, and combine parts of to.

First, he created the planet, but that in and of itself was completely lifeless, lacking in energy. Next, he breached the planes withing themselves, creating 4 small portals. 2, doorways between The Grey and The White. 2, doorways between They Grey and The Black. These portals in the planets core, would leach energy between them, truly creating the grey planet, a planet that would have aspects of both world. These portals could move objects, but would likely never, and should one will enough, it could theoretically make the white or black worlds energy affect the other. This however Vel'Kor ignored, being to happy with his creation, as it bore what would be the seeds of life, and it had the minerals of the dark planet.


1 Point: Create The Grey planet, a planet in between the Black and The White.

1 Point: Create a doorway between The Grey and the White Planet, making The Grey have mana bearing the White planets properties.
1 Point: Create a doorway between The Grey and the Black Planet, making The Grey have mana bearing the Black planets properties.

These to acts make The Grey being as magical as either of the others, with the magic being slightly dangerous (The only known effect so far)

[Hbgplayer]

Kar-Leon opens his eyes for the first time, and knows. He understands how to create something, from nothing.
He travels to the Hall of Ten, and observes what what his brothers do. He frowns at Mzuuthn'liex's actions of greed, for greed is not good. He understands good.
He observes the two original planets. The first one is easy to shape, willing to follow commands; the second, however, is much more dangerous, hard to shape, and able to harm even the gods if they try to interfere. He decides to leave the black planet alone, for now. He then turns his attention to his brother Vel'Kor, for are not all the gods brothers? He is impressed by what he sees, the creation of an entire world from nothing, linking the two original through there.
He takes inspiration. He wills another world into existance, one far smaller than the other three, about a quarter the size of the first planet, and places it into orbit around that planet.
"To give light and inspire goodness in even the darkest of nights" he says in his deep voice. He creates the new world, the Moon, as he calls it, from the purest of Marble, gems, gold, silver and platinum. Upon this moon, he constructs himself a vast library made of the finest of emeralds, rubies, sapphires, gold and silver. To assist him in filling his vast, empty library, he creates beings. These beings are created vaguely in his likeness, in they have two legs and arms, a torso, and head. In addition, he gave them wings to be able to fly in the atmosphere of his world.
Satisfied and tired, he rests.
Expended three divine points:
1) Alter Aether: creating Moon
2) Alter Aether: creating the Divine Library
3) Create Minion: my beings (Unnamed yet, but based on Trumpet Archons)

[Eshkigal]

Nordul watches the three others work, before going to the one with the eldest world first.
"Mzuuthn'liex, though your first words to this work were of greed, would you join us all in our works, and in turn be worked with in yours? This offer shall be extended to each of our siblings, however your world that you do seem to covet seems like the one to help first, as others will need time to be worked upon. I offer the seeds of life I have remaining to help your world's eventual mortals survive. In turn, all I ask is that in this formative time, you agree to help if need be."
He shakes his branches once again, and several seeds fall upon his shell, waiting.

[Trufflehound]

Moskul closes his eyes, and says, "Into the hard world I send my watchers. They have no true strength or knowledge, but exist only as my eyes and mouth. They shall respect Nordul's work, harming not a single leaf; they shall life on the fruit of the plants, and thus bring life to where there is none."

And on the hard world a new sound comes forth, far sweeter than the howling of the wind or the crashing of the waves. For the songbirds had appeared.

Created bird life, nonsentient.

Remaining divine points: 1

[3.1415926535897]

After having a few moments of respite, and thinking about what to do next, Jim-Bob decides to create a species of hardy humanoids, similar to himself, upon the planet. "And these shall cultivate the new earth."

[Using a point to create a race (sort of like land dwarves, but taller. Lets's call them Terranie for now)]

[Blackfish]

He had taken enough time to consider the planets. One light and one dark. One covered in life and the marks of its siblings, and one relatively untouched. And then there was a third choice, the balance between radicals.

His first act was to descend upon this Grey planet and forge a great hammer from its mixed magic. For now, it would aide him in his work, and in time it would pass on to his faithful.

His second act was to strike the material of the Grey planet with the hammer, raising a massive mountain, dormant from the outside but filled with molten rock, winding tunnels, and great caverns.

His third act was to combine the properties of the Grey planet, both physical and magical. He forged a great many suits of armor, beautiful in their functionality. Inside each suit of armor he sealed a portion of the planet's magic, bound in place with carefully constructed runes.

These last creations became the Golems, and their home was the mountain, and their creator was Voroshk with his great hammer.

1 point to create the hammer artifact, with the ability to shape the earth, and create great works of artifice, including life.

1 point to raise the massive dormant volcano.

1 point to populate the volcano with the Golems. I'll call them Golems for now, but Voroshk isn't very interested in naming his creations. He will leave the Golems to name themselves and their mountain and his hammer and possibly even himself.

EDIT: just to avoid any confusion, the Golems are not minions.

[Wootman]

Nordul watches the three others work, before going to the one with the eldest world first.
"Mzuuthn'liex, though your first words to this work were of greed, would you join us all in our works, and in turn be worked with in yours? This offer shall be extended to each of our siblings, however your world that you do seem to covet seems like the one to help first, as others will need time to be worked upon. I offer the seeds of life I have remaining to help your world's eventual mortals survive. In turn, all I ask is that in this formative time, you agree to help if need be."
He shakes his branches once again, and several seeds fall upon his shell, waiting.

The great obsidian dragon replies with a low, rumbling roar, "Help the worlds as you wish. I claim not that pitiful rock, for at the end of all things, all shall be mine."

[Eshkigal]

With a nod, he turns to the other two.
"What of your worlds? If none specifically desire aid, I shall with hold my power from these worlds for a while. I plan to make a race of my own soon, and I know what I wish to teach them."

[Vardianor]

Raih opens his eyes and found himself floating in the Hall of Ten.He feels the sensation of being alive and feel some power surging through his body.He observe the surrounding and first he see the Sun.He don't like it,the light and the warmth make him feel uncomfortable.So he create a dark,gloomy castle protecting him from the Sun.Satisfied with his creation,Raih sit at his throne and create a living things made only to guard him,The Dark Guardians.He look at the other gods with disgust
"Humph,why they wasting their powers creating useless thing?"
After seeing that,he sit back at his throne and then plotting...

[ArlEammon]

Doga

It was time for Doga to make a home. So in the Aether, he created a massive, incredible Palace for him and guests to enjoy. One day, the Palace would prove to be more than a comfortable place.


1 Creation point used to Create
3 Creation points left

[Grim ranger]

Whidel

Following the conversation of other deities while lazily floating in the upper atmosphere, the god of Air and Life smiles to himself. They are all so serious, so...formal. Aren't all of them family in a sense anyway? He sees little value in bickering and debating for the moment: they have just come into existence, so why not enjoy it for a while before going all serious?

"Well, we have not even as much as named these worlds yet, you know" he speaks, his words echoing through the expanse of known creation, small bubble of being in midst of Void surrounding it. "Maybe we should do that at least before going all formal about this? Oh, and we might want to begin talking who is going to rule what... It will be sad if we end up arguing about it afterwards, wouldn't you say my brothers?"

[Trufflehound]

Moskul turns to Whidel, replying, "I do not know rule. I only know freedom. A god may rule his home and the servants in his home, but beyond that there can be none. Either free creatures must choose how to live, or they are puppets. And if creatures cannot be ruled, what good is there in ruling a rock?"

[Algerin]

"It would seem that given enough stress, the Aether will shift and reform to accomodate the source of the distress"
-From "Commentaries on the Mysteries of the Aether"

The Aether groans as the new gods shape it to their will, working wonders upon the once-barren planets and bringing life to them. Again the Aether groans as the third world comes into being. And finally, the Aether tears, a chaotic storm tearing through the fabric of creation. Every god feels a terrible surge of power in their being as a terrible storm engulfs the three planets and the Hall of the Ten.

When the storm ends, everything is as it once was, the Aether again whole. But amongst the god are four new entities, born of the damaged Aether.

The first is Locathan the Destroyer, the god born of the quiet void of the Aether.

The second is Mordeshul, born of the fiery power of the Aether.

The third is one entity in two beings, born of the gulf that even now has begun to seperate the gods. It's name is Fel and Tel.

The final is a fearsome aspect of chaos, a twisting form with an Alien mind born of the secrets of the Aether. He is The Nothing.

The new beings drift for awhile. Even from your various perches, you can tell that these beings are filled with the same power you have.

We will now begin the 2nd Era.
CURRENT DIVINE POINTS(ROUND 2)
Name: Doga
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +2 Surplus)

Name: Voroshk
Divine Points-2(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers)

Name : Raih
Divine Points-2(+1 Round, +1 surplus)

Name: Whidel
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers, +1 surplus)

Name: Jim-Bob
Divine Points-2(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers)

Name: Kar-Leon
Divine Points-2(+1 Round, +1 Celestial Object)

Name: Nordul
Divine Points-2(+1 Round,+1 Surplus))

Name: Mzuuthn'liex
Divine Points-2(+1 Round,+1 Sphere(Greed)

Name: Moskul
Divine Points-3(+1 Round,+1 Celestial Object)

Name: Vel'kor
Divine Points-2(+1 Round, +1 Celestial Object)

Name: Locathan the Destroyer
Divine Points-3(Starting)

Name: Mordeshul
Divine Points-3(Starting)

Name:Fel and tel, Feltel
Divine Points-3(Starting)

Name: The Nothing
Divine Points-3(Starting)

If you have any questions as to where you are getting bonuses from, let me know.

[Dead]

"I see that I have arrived late to the party, as it were. Then let me bring life to the party."

Mordeshul then gave life to the earth by creating great mountains of fire. To populate these places of fire and death, he created a race of scaled flying creatures that breathed fire like his mountains. Finally, he created a race that could live of the land. This race would connive and steal and cheat each other for the benefit of the individual. They would live off of plants and animals, and in turn would be prey for Mordeshul's dragons.


-1: Alter the world and create volcanoes on the white planet
-1: Create dragons that live in volcanoes and breath fire on the white planet
-1: Create humans, and lay in them the seed of treachery that Mordeshul loves.

[Wootman]

"I see that I have arrived late to the party, as it were. Then let me bring life to the party."

Mordeshul then gave life to the earth by creating great mountains of fire. To populate these places of fire and death, he created a race of scaled flying creatures that breathed fire like his mountains. Finally, he created a race that could live of the land. This race would connive and steal and cheat each other for the benefit of the individual. They would live off of plants and animals, and in turn would be prey for Mordeshul's dragons.


-1: Alter the world and create volcanoes on the white planet
-1: Create dragons that live in volcanoes and breath fire on the white planet
-1: Create humans, and lay in them the seed of treachery that Mordeshul loves.



Gazing upon the works of this upstart, the Great Dragon roared in fury, "You, who have created mortals in my image. With this, do you wish to provoke or flatter? Had you the wisdom of Doga, you would know the latter would earn them my wrath, and the former your destruction. To assuage this grievous impropriety, I offer you this:

Command your creations to also worship me as well. Dragonkind out of respect, and humanity out of fear."


Calling out to the dragons, gathering one fourth before him, the Great Dragon uplifted the assembled into the Aether. Their hides turned black, a reflection of the Great Dragon Mzuuthn'liex's obsidian scales; willingly or forced, they entered his service.


Using one divine point to convert 1/4 of all dragons into minions, the Black Dragons; dragons that can fly through the Aether and serve Mzuuthn'liex.

[humson]

Tel drifted by herself in self, confused and scared. She could feel the power and strength inside her but could also feel the power of tthe other gods. What could I do that my new brothers can not? They fight why can't they just be fair Than as she was still being formed was another being lke herself. They fight but two can be better than one. We are total opposites except for one thing we are alone. If we are one entity we can create a balance, something no other gods can do and something they won't want. I'm Fel.
Fel puts out his hand and Tel takes it ad she tells him her name. When the Angel and Demon in one body take flight though the Ather. Then they sense a unique feeling a feeling of great want affecting all life. For every act of greed there must be a act of goodness, agree? yes balance should be kept among mortals
And a single feather came from the being and then split in to thousands of pieces giving all mortals a sense of good will.
OOC:
1 Divine point to give mortals goodwill. Not give away everything and live a monk good will but a give a couple eggs to the poor good will

[Hbgplayer]

With a nod, he turns to the other two.
"What of your worlds? If none specifically desire aid, I shall with hold my power from these worlds for a while. I plan to make a race of my own soon, and I know what I wish to teach them."

"I will gladly accept your gifts on my Moon, brother. I wish for it to be a place of peace and learning." Kar-Leon says in his deep, booming voice.

With the rupture of Aether, Kar-Leon is scared. For the first time, he has found something that he does not know. He vows that he shall find a way to prevent it's happening again, or something even worse. He calls out to all his Brothers. "BROTHERS! We must exercise caution! We have tried to do too much, too quickly! I fear that if we continue at our current pace, I fear, yes, fear! that something horrible shall happen to this Aether! We need to band together to find a way to prevent another breach of the Aether!"

Kar-Leon then notices the actions of his brothers Mordeshul and Mzuuthn'liex, and frowns, deeply disappointed. He sees how the races of Mordeshul lie, cheat, and kill each other. He knows that this is not good, and it saddens him. Summoning Power from the Aether, Kar-Leon imbues all sentients, those current and those yet to exist, with the Knowledge of Good, and with the desire to want to be thought of as good by their peers.
He then directs his minions to guard all sentient beings, and to whisper, unnoticed, to them the morally just and right thing to do in any given situation.

He then turns his attention to creating his own sentient species. As with his minions, which he has named Samaritans, he crafts them to be vaguely in his image. But instead of having wings, like the Samaritans, these creatures have just two legs to move around with. These creatures, he calls Elves.
Two Divine points used:
1)Manipulate conscience (Granting the knowlege of the diffrence between good and evil, and the desire to be thought of as good)
2)Create Life: The elves (Like D&D elves, but taller with an average male height of 6 foot 2.

[Trufflehound]

Moskul, after searching the earth for a time, raises a sheer mountain of marble by the shore. It slowly shapes into a great tower, topped with a clear dome of crystal, under which a simple altar stands. As Moskul wheels around the tower, a smoke rises from the altar, followed by a golden flame. The flame bursts forth and flies out into the air, splitting into thousands of golden balls. Each ball turns into a great golden bird, just shorter than a Terrani. These are the Crevain.

Than Moskul cries, "You have been given minds, tongues, and this temple for a reason. Take care of needy wanderers, and guide travelers seeking refuge to a safer place. You may scatter across the earth, and eat the fruit of the land. Yet remember that you came from smoke, and not from gold; do not forget my commands, or eat the leaves of Nordul's creation, or you become smoke once again."

2 divine points spent: 1 create sentient life,
1 create building.
1 divine point remaining.

The Crevain are shaped like ravens, but obviously a good deal larger.

[Anecronwashere]

The Hall

He appeared in the middle of the Hall, tentacles forcing their way through nothing to exist, pushing more into existence. With a slight pop The Madness finished creating itself and looked around.
{How odd. I don't seem to have a chair. I should rectify that.}
With a swish of a tentacle (that came from somewhere in the depths and anyone looking would swear wasn't there a second ago) a gigantic chair appeared in space. It hung there between the White Planet and the Blue Star.

{Hmm. Actually it would probably be better looking like this.}
Another swish and the chair collapsed on itself, to create an odd, rather fluid planet.
Another swish and a series of...Odd Things appear scattered around the land. They all have 2 or more eyes, tentacles and mouths with razor-sharp teeth. The majority of them have limbs of some sort and some may have a rudimentary slime form they can turn into. They are the Things.
With their creation, every being, Mortal and Divine, shivers without knowing why.
On the very top of the planet (top of an orbiting, rotating sphere. You work out where it is) a chair rises from the ground, it is quite basic, just a wooden chair but as it starts drawing power in from it's surroundings it starts to improve. After a short while a ruby appears above the headrest, the first of many improvements.
{Greetings Things. Welcome to Life. This Chair here is not to be touched unless you are completely irreconcilably Insane AND the natural leader of the Things. If you are not you will die a most horrible, horrible death. Well goodbye}

3 DP
-1 to make Euclidea (the planet)
-1 to make The Chair of Madness
-1 to make the Things

The Chair of madness is like the Sword in the Stone with 1 small change. If you aren't the proverbial Arthur your soul is peeled off layer by layer as your worst fears, deepest desires and passing emotions are lived through in the most horrible way imaginable (desires become sickening, fears amplify to massive heights etc) before your mind is twisted into a pretzel (literally and figuratively) and you implode.

Euclidea is an odd planet. relative distance means nothing, only links. Each 1square kilometer is it's own area, linking to 4 different areas that could be on the other side of the planet. This is generally a 2-way street but sometimes go completely wrong, with your body position and orientation determining which of the options you go to.
Regardless of actual links, whenever a traveler goes over 10k in the one direction (never turning to the back, left or right for a link) he jumps to the Chair of Madness.
The actual order of the links change depending on which day of the week it is as well as odd/even years/decades and if too much magic is in the air (it partially stabilizes the movement so you can move truly (or to completely random places depending on whether you ask a visitor or a native respectively))
Example of directions (which must be carried out in order): Forward, back, Left, Right, Crabwalk-Right, Spin left, back backwards, front while looking backwards

[Blackfish]

Voroshk spends his time watching his new creations. They are infinitely more interesting that his brothers out in the Aether, squabbling and getting in the way. He decides that what his Golems need is inspiration.

Voroshk visits each Golem, carving his commands into their metal bodies:

Expand
Dream
Succeed
Worship

Lastly, he carves the most important of all, more than a single word:

Prove your worth through artifice and battle, but never harm your brothers.

His creations now truly complete and prepared to begin his work, he disposes of his great hammer, giving it to the Golems to help them craft their empire.

Voroshk then rises above the Grey planet, finally looking out at what his brothers have created. Sufficient for novices, he admitted, but sadly lacking. With a wave of his hand he distributed his thoughts to all sentient life, imbuing them with the desire to create and wage war.

1 point to finalize the Golems.
1 point to spark innovation and warfare in all sentient life.

The Hammer of Voroshk is now in the hands of Voroshk's Golems.

[humson]

Watching the nightmare monstrosity form his twisted planet Feltel is scared and disgusted. How could something so foul and disgusting ever be in balance, It is an abombantaion. Tel's voice echos throughout the ather. She make no attempt to hide it from the other gods. Fel sighs to his sister.
Now, now sister do not be rude we are here to balance the gods not hate them, as well as help them. Now all my brother gods we would like to help you with the development. of the white planet. We beg your permission to help you but as gift and as to show you what balance we can bring i will give the planet the gift of seasons. Now when the white planet is close to the sun the plant will flourish and grow but when the winter come the plants will die and food will be scarce. Now to bring the seasons I will gift the Aresul. They will fly and deliver the times of life and death.

OOC:
1 divine point to put two season on the white planet where they each last 3 years how ever long that is.
1 divine point to create the Aresul: giant sentient pterodactys They live in mountains fighting with dragons if they must to survive. every three years all Aresul move across the world changing the season.

[Jzadek]

The infinite night of the aether smiled, and so was born Locathan, the End of All Things.

This will do.

It looked across the vast empty space, and saw all of creation expand before it. The emergence of life and of reality, rising to a peak, and then falling into its eventual fate. Everything had an ending, everything a beginning. Locathan would make sure it escorted it all from the start to the end.

It's tendrils wrapping the White Planet, the Entropic lord wove a new race, of sorts. It was smaller than the tiniest insect, less full of life than the most placid plant, more deadly than the greatest weapon. It was the first virus, and was created to bring pain and fear to all life on the planet.

Locathan turned it's attentions to the heavens, then, and molded a vast cloud of Aetherial dust, made from the same substance as the Black Planet. It imbued this new creation with sentience, and it spread out across the cosmos. It had no name, and but one function - to find matter and turn it into itself. Just one could turn an entire star into another cloud. But Locathan knew that the cloud would never reach the white planet, at least for a long while.

Finally, Locathan brought into being a perfectly round black sphere, and hid it deep in a cave on the black planet. It was to become known as the Ender's Stone, for it was said that if anyone was to get a hold of it, it would imbue them with the ability to save or destroy creation. Whether this had any truth to it, was anyone's guess, as knowing the End of All Things, it is possible not even it knew the true function.

1 - create virus
1 - create cloud of intelligent strangelets
1 - Create Ender's Stone

[Eshkigal]

Nordul watches the movements of his brothers, before being surprised by the appearance of new siblings.
"I apologize, Kar-Leon, I think I need to use it first, but I will give you a gift soon. I wish to make a race of my own, soon."
He brings his snout down to the soil of the White Planet, taking a sturdy rock. He takes a single seed, and plants it upon the rock, where it begins carving it into a small, bipedal, reptilian form. The seed then burrows in, and the creature blinks, and looks up at it's creator.
"Yes...you look like a good being, little one. I will name your kind the kobolds."
The little lizard looks around, as more seeds fall amongst the land, and dozens more burst from the soil.
"Ha! Good! But, something is missing...I know."
Several flowers on his mighty shell open, and pollen goes through the worlds.
"As my brothers give life new thoughts, I give to you and all others the knowledge to protect yourselves. May it aid you all."
The pollen spreads, and the people of the worlds suddenly know how to build shelter, clothe themselves, and otherwise protect themselves. He withdraws his head, watching with contentment as his kobolds begin to dig, build, and fortify.
(1 point to make kobold race, 1 point to introduce knowledge into the world on how to protect yourself in general)

[3.1415926535897]

Well then, I'd better let these Terranie know what they're supposed to do thinks Jim-Bob, and then releases the idea of creating and growing throughout the minds of all sentient beings.

[1 point for creating the idea of growth]

[Eshkigal]

Nordul watches the acts of the new gods, and nods. Where life exists, it only stands to reason that it can end. Otherwise, there was no point.
"Greetings, new siblings. We have yet to name the Black and White planets, or the Gray. The...liquid one I don't know either way. What names shall we give them?"
He trundles through the Aether over to Feltel.
"Is there a chance that I can get you to make seasons shorter, though? Three years is long enough for many things to fully die in this time of youth. Perhaps a year each would be simpler?

[Dead]

"I feel that seasons should be shorter, so the time of death falls upon us all the sooner."

[Grim ranger]

When in deadly dilemma,
when beset by doulbt,
fly in little circles,
laugh and CHILL OUT
-Popular saying amongst Air Elementals

Whidel

Before long, Whidel is convinced that his Air Elementals can look after themselves for some time, so he decides to go and see how the universe has changed during his brief visit in the White World's atmosphere. To his surprise, entire worlds have been created, and four more gods have joined the ranks of divinity. Some of the new arrivals are of distinctly unpleasant sort, however, so he avoids them. Anyone with aura that dark is propably not someone he wants to know anyway.

Seeing that many gods have already created their own seats of power, the god of Air grins and streches his arms in preparation before beginning to weave breezes and currents, giving them life and purpose of their own. The resulting material is as light as breeze and as capable of being shifted into many shapes, but it still lacks something...Certain solidity to make it useful.

Snapping his fingers when inspiration hits him, the god zooms through the universe to the Dark Planet, carefully picking up piece of Aether-rich stone from it and trying to combine his weaves of air with it. The result is very unexpected, the rock melting into the currents when he applies his divine power to it and forming new kind of substance entirely. Durable as hardest rock, but as capable of twisting and bending as lightest breeze. Happy to see that his efforts are not in vain, he flies back to the White Planet, spreading his arms and beginning to create more of the new substance, spreading it across the globe. And the substance he names Windstone, for that is quite an apt description of it's peculiar properties.

Using 1 Divine Point to create Windstone and spread it across White World

Chuckling to himself at inventing something actually useful, he begins weaving with the new substance, smiling to a curious crowd of Air Elementals who have come to witness his work. The Windstone twists and bends easily to his power, shaping into immense floating continent circling the world high in it's atmosphere. His creations need a home to call their own, after all.

Using 1 divine point to alter the White World and create the Flying Continent from Windstone

Stopping his weaving and seeing that his creations are already curiously exploring their new home, Whidel nods in satisfaction and flies off to seek the rest of his kind... Only to stop as he sees rather peculiar newcomer. Or pair of them, in fact: two beings, both gods judging by their unique aura. Well, he might as well speak to the pair: they seem interesting enough!

"Hello there! I have not seen you two around before!" he says cheerily to Feltel, floating somewhat about them and eying them curiously with his sparkling blue eyes, not much unlike one of his Air Elementals when they get curious of other newly created beings. "I am Whidel, creator of all kinds of neat stuff such as Air! Who are you two?"

[Vardianor]

Raih inspect the situation of the worlds from his castle.He satisfied with his creations,about how useful the castle from protecting him from sunlight and the loyal Dark Guardian,but he want more.He then try to create a sentient life who will worship him.He then create the sentient within his own image,with two hands and legs.He make them to be always suspicious,always on their guard.They are the Radashtan.He then create a dagger who could end mortal's life even with slightest cut which will be given to the Radashtan.Raih then engrave the hilt of the dagger with the word :

I,Raih was your creator and only through blood that I shall be appeased.

Satisfied and tired,Raih sit back at his throne,watching the newly born Radashtan.

[Trufflehound]

Moskul looked, astounded, at the menaces which had been released into the world. Freedom could not be called freedom in this chaos. The hunt must begin. And so Moskul created a spirit. This was Gor, the Hunter, his one minion and lieutenant, endowed with all Moskul's strength.

Then Moskul turned to Voroshk. "Only you could make a weapon worthy of the Hunter. What could I give in exchange for such a gift?"

1 divine point spent, creating an uberminion.
No divine points remaining.

[Blackfish]

Then Moskul turned to Voroshk. "Only you could make a weapon worthy of the Hunter. What could I give in exchange for such a gift?"

Brother, create a new system of gateways between all the planets that my creations can access, and I will forge a weapon worthy of your soldier.

[Erik Vale]

Velkor

And so upon the soil of his planet did he toil, and from the light of the planet grew life, and so to from the darkness, and not just did the light become the energy and lifeforce of the planet and its being, it so became metals from within.
The Declare'ra

And this to was true, for Vel'kor liked to work things through, and spared know thought to finnish granting life to the planet, and seeding the steel of its minerals.


1 Act: Seed The Grey planet with life, basic creatures in the form of basic birds, fish, mammals, reptiles, etc.

1 Act: Make the Grey planet mineral rich, and create two new metals, Bricarnium, and Darcarnium. Bricarnium is a relatively soft metal, that holds much magic, normally of healing and protection. Darcarnium is a hard metal, which holds much unstable magic, which is often very distructive, but this metal can be used to stabilise magic in the region.

[humson]

Feltel started at Whedil before saying "We are Feltel and we are the keeper of balance and order. We are glad to be working with you my brother and hope you will help uskeep this world and new worlds in balance."
Tel then talks to Aresul and tells them to bring seson every year instead of a year.

OOC If I can't do that without a divine point I'll do this next turn

[Algerin]

"First there was no life, then there was life"
-Terranie saying

Upon the unnamed White Planet, life explodes into a million varieties. Kobolds take to the hills and mountains, digging trenches and building walls to stop their enemies. Elves descend across the forests and jungles, more agile then any ape. The Terranie take to the fields, growing fields upon fields of wheat, barley and corn and trading it with the other races. In the skies, Dragons took to the air, competing with the laughing Air Elementals for dominance of the sky. Across the snow-capped peaks the Aresul roosted and waited for the years to pass so that they could undertake the White Migration to change the seasons. From the shadows the Radashtan strike, killing the unwary in the night and spilling blood in the name of their dark lord. On the Grey Planet, the Golems put the Hammer of Voroshk to good use, carving their mountain home into a fortress nigh undefeatable, decorated with geometric shapes. Amongst them all are Humans, a hodge-podge of the different races, both good and evil, hateful and caring, greedy and generous.

Amongst the Gods, dissent grows and it quickly becomes apparent that the Gods are not united in their purpose. The Mortals look to the heavens nervously, a sense of doom having touched each one. Though times are gentle now, the Aether foretells violence and an age of Recokoning not yet arrived. This is how the Third Era dawns.

CURRENT POINTS(ROUND 3)
Name: Doga
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +2 Surplus)

Name: Voroshk
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers,+1 Sphere(War,Innovation)

Name : Raih
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers, +1 Blood Sacrifice)

Name: Whidel
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers, +1 surplus)

Name: Jim-Bob
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers+1 Sphere(Food, Crops, Animals)

Name: Kar-Leon
Divine Points-4(+1 Round, +1 Celestial Object, +1 Worshipers, +1 Sphere(Good)

Name: Nordul
Divine Points-3(+1 Round,+1 Worshipers, +1 Sphere(Protection)

Name: Mzuuthn'liex
Divine Points-3(+1 Round,+1 Sphere(Wrath), +1 Surplus)

Name: Moskul
Divine Points-4(+1 Round,+1 Celestial Object, +1 Worshipers, +1 Shrine)

Name: Vel'kor
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +1 Celestial Object,+1 Sphere(Change)

Name: Locathan the Destroyer
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +2 Sphere(Death, Fate, Extinction,Destiny, Void)

Name: Mordeshul
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +1Worshipers, +1 Sphere(Dragon, Fire)

Name:Fel and tel, Feltel
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +1 Sphere(Good) +1 Worshipers)

Name: The Nothing
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +1 Celestial Object, +1 Worshipers)

[Trufflehound]

Moskul raises great marble towers in the black and the gray worlds; black and grey marble instead of white. The grey tower is just five leagues from Voroshk's mountain. And he creates gates in the bottoms of the towers which lead from each tower to the others. Gates through which any creature can pass, after paying for a small sacrifice to Moskul, while Crevain and inorganic beings such as the golems can pass through freely.

He then creates seven great hounds, imbued with the strength and godspeed of their maker.

"Voroshk, your folk may travel freely." Moskul says. "And the Hunter has his hounds. Once he has his weapon, the hunt shall begin."

Two points spent on the two towers, one point on the gates between them, and one on the minions.

[Grim ranger]

Whidel

Smiling and flying around the pair of goddesses in exitement, the god of Air creates mini-tornado without even fully realizing it, his cheerful laugh riding along the twisting currents and echoing in the winds for thousands of miles around. "Freedom and Balance! Indeed, I can see us working together closely in the future, sisters! I am glad to have met you both! You seem like very good company, simply delightful! Ehehehe! I will catch you later, dear sisters!"

With that, he zooms off so fast that a faint after-image is left behind for split second and sonic boom follows some seconds later, the air itself merely now realizing that a god has sped through it with speed unequalled by anything in exitence. After all, he has so much to do still! The universe needs things that only his imagination can provide, and his imagination is quite an active one.

But before doing anything else, he is quite sure that he has to check in with some of his favourite brothers. Stopping in the hall of the gods, Whidel grins and lets out a piercing whistle that only gods can hear, calling out to his brothers. "Kar-Leon, Moskul, Nordul! I have an idea, brothers, so appear here and I shall explain it! I know you might be bit busy with shaping existence, but do please get in here so I can explain!"

[Eshkigal]

"One second, Whidel."
He releases more pollen into the galaxy, and suddenly there was an understanding of what plants worked best for aiding the body against Locathan's race, how to bind wounds, and how to make several cures for minor poisons across the races. With that, he goes to his flight brother.
"Yes, Whidel?"

(One point to teach the races about some simple medicine, with hopes they will expand on it due to the ingenuity they were given already.)

[Hbgplayer]

Kar-Leon is in the middle of creating the first universities on the Inhabited planet, to help in the pursuit of knowledge for the inhabitants of the planet when he hears Whidel's call. He places one of his Samaritans as the first governor of the schools (basicly the dean), and responds to Whidel's call.
"Yes, my brother, what is it?"
1 Divine point used (I think): 1) Create (Institution)
I seem to have forgotten which one was one of the original, the white or grey?

[Trufflehound]

Moskul flies up, trailed by the seven hounds, which he sends back with an angry squawk.

"Ideas are simply excellent. What plan do you have that requires such corroboration?"

[Grim ranger]

Whidel

Smiling, the young god spreads his hands in grand gesture. "It is good to see you, my favourite brothers! It is so good to see you all again! We have all been very busy, haven't we? It is such a shame that our family seems to drift apart instead of spending more time with each other."

Sitting on his chair and throwing his feet on the table in very relaxed posture, he looks exited. "And my idea, yes! You see, I have come to realize that there will be trouble in the horizon, thanks to some of our more reckless brothers. You have seen it already, just like I have, and I would much rather keep my creations safe, as well as all of yours. Life in all it's forms and the wonderous things that we create should be preserved, but we might be somewhat hard-pressed to do it alone at times!"

"So what I realize is that we four start working more closely together, protecting the creations of each other and giving assistance to one another instead of all withdrawing into our own private resorts. We can do so much more if we work together, after all... And to begin our co-operation, I propose that we create something together. An artifact that can borrow all of our respective powers."

[Eshkigal]

"A noble idea, and I was thinking of making one soon. Though in my opinion, we should bring Jim Bob in too. He is a caring god as well. Many of our siblings have carved out lairs as well. Perhaps we could make our own communal one?"
In a moment of whimsy, perhaps inspired by the siblings near him, he wills life onto the Gray Planet. A moderate sized forest of crystalline trees graces a portion of it.
(1 point to make life: Crystal tree. This is native only to the Gray Planet, and while easier to shatter, is hard to cut. Surprisingly useful in manipulation of the Aether by mortal races.)

[Trufflehound]

"An artifact with a mind of its own, which would select four mortals with pure hearts, choosing a new servant when an old had died. And it would give them powers, that they may protect all that is good, freedom, justice, and life on the three worlds!" Moskul adds. "For it would be good if the mortals would not directly depend on us. That would not be true freedom."

[Grim ranger]

Whidel

"I agree that we should bring more of our brothers into this project, as long as they are those we trust. A single strand of malicious essence during the forging of this artifact could cause things to go beyond catastrophic for everyone concerned" the god of Air said, with note of concern added into his cheery voice.

"I agree that we could give this artifact intelligence and purpose of it's own, but I urge you to reconsider on number of mortals it would choose. If we limit it too much, a single malicious aspirant could cause much destruction before we could contain of will them out of existence. I suggest that we let the artifact itself decide, and form an order taken from all races. That way, there will be no favouring and no disputes amongst the races on the privledge of becoming chosen for the task. Also, when this artifact is complete and working, we should merely ward it but not interfere with the working of the order it creates."

[ArlEammon]

Moskul flies up, trailed by the seven hounds, which he sends back with an angry squawk.

"Ideas are simply excellent. What plan do you have that requires such corroboration?"

The rather aloof, strange but yet wise and contemplative deity, Doga, absent for many years, finally arrived with his divine family. "What are you discussing, brethren?"

[Eshkigal]

"We seek to ensure the mortals are protected. Strife seems to be approaching among us, and they will likely be the hardest hit, despite what we do."
Nordul regards the long silent god, and his voice rumbles out again.
"If you wish to help us, we must see what you do concerning them first. You have not given so much as a rumble in years, nor have you created or uplifted any of them. No offense meant of course, brother, but we have yet to see much of your character."
Thinking, he sticks his head out.
"Jim Bob, if you would be so kind as to come here, we have something to discuss with you."

[3.1415926535897]

Jim-Bob hears his name called, and quickly goes over to Nordul and says "What would you like to discuss?"

[Hbgplayer]

Kar-Leon pondered his brother's works carefully. "While I agree that we must take action to protect creation, I say that we must use caution in our plans to prevent from provoking our more... irresponsible Brothers. I gladly volunteer my moon as use for all of us. I meant for the Library to be open to all who wish to use it. As with the artifact, perhaps we should be the first to choose a group, the best representative from every sentiant species from the planet, for not all of any race are evil, not even the dragons," with thoes words, Kar-Leon took a quarter of the original dragons that were created by Mordeshul, and gave them alignments of good. He also gave them the three diffrent colors of his precious metals, Gold, Silver, and Platnium, and gave them three seperate alignments along the Law-Chaos axis, for he knows that the best way to do good is not always lawful, so he made the Silver Dragons Chaotic-Good, the Platniums Neutral-Good, for what better way to judge which way is best, and the Golden Dragons Lawful-Good, the better to create good laws. He was satisfied with the results. "There, now all species on the planet have a sizable representation of good. Anyway, sorry for the distraction; for our artifact, perhaps we should create something that one from any of the species could use. A sword, for example, is hard to hold in a Dragon's claws. For that reason, perhaps we could each create an item, that when used near each-other's, would become even more powerful than when used alone. This way too, we could prevent alarming our brethren. And I suggest moving to a more secure location, such as the Moon, to avoid unintended evesdroppers."
One Divine Point Used: 1) Alter Life: made 1/4 of the dragons of good alignment.

[Eshkigal]

"We seek to make a tool for the mortals to use in their protection, no matter what happens amongst us and our more bloodthirsty brethren. Would you like to join in our efforts?"
Then Kar-Leon alters the dragons, causing Nordul to look in surprise.
"Kar-Leon, I would expect that of others, but of you? Surely despite our differences with him, taking the children of Mordeshul to change, even with good intentions, likely requires some form of compensation."

[3.1415926535897]

"In that case, may I suggest that the artifact be given to those that are neither good, nor evil? If the artifact is in the hands of a good, or evil, person, that artifact will be used to create war, whereas in the hands of a morally neutral person, the artifact will instead be used for protection."

[Wootman]

"Whether sustenance is obtained from plant, or from the consumption of other creatures, all things hunger. On the barren, desert world of Euclidea, there lived the mortalkind known as the Things. Their god had neglected to provide for them. They had sharpened teeth, a predator's smile, but nothing to prey on. Witnessing this, the Great Dragon showed them how to sate their hunger." - the Black Dragon Chorus, translated

Directing his attention to the Things, he gave them a way to stave off starvation. They would prey on one another, killing and consuming their brothers, finding the flesh of their kind pleasing. This, so that race should not perish of starvation.


Predators, Hunger: Spending 1 divine point to make the Things cannibalistic.

[Hbgplayer]

"Kar-Leon, I would expect that of others, but of you? Surely despite our differences with him, taking the children of Mordeshul to change, even with good intentions, likely requires some form of compensation."
"I agree, and I would be very surprised indeed if Mordeshul does not take some of my Elves to take for his uses. If you wish, I will speak with him when we are done here."


"In that case, may I suggest that the artifact be given to those that are neither good, nor evil? If the artifact is in the hands of a good, or evil, person, that artifact will be used to create war, whereas in the hands of a morally neutral person, the artifact will instead be used for protection."

Kar-Leon raises an eyebrow with Jim Bob's statement. "I must disagree, brother. A person of truly good moral character will use his tool's only in self-defence or in defence of others. One of neutrality may use it in self defence, but may also use it for agression. Also, those that are neutral may be more easily influenced by the forces of darkness."

[Blackfish]

Voroshk looks upon Moskul's towers and is intrigued, though not completely pleased. Nevertheless, he carries out his word.

A spear is slowly forged, made of the elements native to the Grey planet, metals and magic. The spear is sharp enough to penetrate any armor, enchanted to pass through any ward, able to cause lasting damage in the most durable of foes, faster than the non-divine eye can track, and able to return to its owner's hand with a thought. All of these qualities will be known to the owner, Moskul's hunter. Secretly, he adds a condition to the weapon: it will only ever break when used against him or his Golems.

With his work complete, the weapon vanishes from his hands and appears floating before Moskul.

1 point to craft another artifact. As usual, it isn't named.

Voroshk's attention then turns to his Golems. They are progressing nicely, yes, but much too slowly. He imbues them with some of his divine power, enabling the entire race to wield magic, both in combat and in crafting.

He then selects a single Golem to be his avatar and voice to the Golems. This avatar is left with instructions:

Use my hammer and your new knowledge to propagate. Do so quickly, for once you have engulfed this planet I shall aid you in spreading to the others. Once this time comes, you will be my war-leader and shall lead your brethren to glory.

With this work complete, Voroshk is pleased.

1 point to advance the Golems by giving them knowledge of magic, including the ability to bind magic into inert bodies to create more Golems.

1 point to designate a Golem as Voroshk's avatar.

[Jzadek]

Locathan looked at the emerging conflict between the gods and spoke, for the second time in eons.

No. It is not yet time.

It knew how the worlds were supposed to end, and it was not in this fashion. So it moved against the tide, and began to construct its masterpiece.

It was called The Guardian, a being so vast that It's eyes were twin suns. It's body was constructed from a new material, harder than adamantine, but this body could not be comprehended by anything but the gods.

Locathan poured some of his essence into the shell of this being of ultimate power, giving It the ability to see the True Apocalypse, and requested the other gods do the same, to give It new capabilities from their own powers. And then Locathan tore a hole in the wall of reality, and created a new planet, with a seal at its core that would only open in time of need, and when all the gods that would had poured their own essences into the new being, Locathan sealed it away, only to be released when the world was in premature danger.

1 point to create The Guardian, 1 point to tear a hole in the fabric of the Aether, 1 point to create the Seal planet

So, who's going to help with this guardian?

[Trufflehound]

"Brothers, we must allow the mortals to protect themselves. And we cannot create an artifact that is completely safe. But if it can guide and choose mortals of its own will, it will know best how to dispose of its power. Only a creation such as an artifact cannot be corrupted or change its will. If we see that it is good, then we will allow it to create an order to defend what is good. If we see that it is flawed, we will purge it or start anew.

"And not all aggression is bad. There are evils in the world, that must be destroyed sooner or later. And new evils will ever arise. War or no war, there must be a hunt. And my hunter is ready; I only wish that the mortals will have a protector when war breaks out."

[Eshkigal]

"However-"
And then Locathan speaks again, and the Aether shifted mightily.
"...what in the Aether?"
He sticks his head out, and looks at the Guardian.
"I...I think I see. I think Locathan wants us to help keep them safe on a different scale first."

[Wootman]

Locathan looked at the emerging conflict between the gods and spoke, for the second time in eons.

No. It is not yet time.

It knew how the worlds were supposed to end, and it was not in this fashion. So it moved against the tide, and began to construct its masterpiece.

It was called The Guardian, a being so vast that It's eyes were twin suns. It's body was constructed from a new material, harder than adamantine, but this body could not be comprehended by anything but the gods.

Locathan poured some of his essence into the shell of this being of ultimate power, giving It the ability to see the True Apocalypse, and requested the other gods do the same, to give It new capabilities from their own powers. And then Locathan tore a hole in the wall of reality, and created a new planet, with a seal at its core that would only open in time of need, and when all the gods that would had poured their own essences into the new being, Locathan sealed it away, only to be released when the world was in premature danger.

1 point to create The Guardian, 1 point to tear a hole in the fabric of the Aether, 1 point to create the Seal planet

So, who's going to help with this guardian?

The Great Dragon flies over to the newly formed Guardian, picks him up, and shoves it in the hole in reality. Shouting at the Guardian, he states, "DO NOT MOVE FROM THIS PLACE. YOUR VERY PRESENCE SERVES AS A PATCH, A TEMPORARY SOLUTION TO YOUR CREATOR'S SHORTSIGHTED RECKLESSNESS. YOU WILL PREVENT THIS TEAR FROM BECOMING WORSE OR YOU WILL PERISH."

To Locathan, he bellows "YOU WHO CALL YOURSELF DESTROYER, WHO SO ARROGANTLY PROCLAIMS KNOWLEDGE OF THE END OF ALL THINGS. KNOW THAT I CAME BEFORE YOU, AND THAT I AM THE TRUE BRINGER OF DESTRUCTION. LEARN YOUR PLACE OR RISK MY WRATH."

And so Mzuuthn'liex placed upon the Guardian and rift a sigil rune of Destruction, so that should the Guardian move or be moved from where he had been placed, he would dissolve into raw aether to seal the rift.

With his rebuke given, the Great Dragon flew off into the Aether.


1 divine point, Destruction: Placing the Guardian into the tear that Locathan made in reality to plug up the hole, and using his power so that should the Guardian move from that place or someone else attempt to move him, the Guardian dissolves into aether to seal the rift.

[Jzadek]

Locathan, knowing not the emotion of rage before, turns his attentions to the the Dragons of Mzuuthn'liex.

I am nothing. If there was a time when you did not exist, I was there. And I will be there when you cease to exist. I will be there when your atoms turn to nothing, and become once more a part of me.

You talk of hubris. Well, fellow destroyer, understand this. I have seen Ragnarok. I know your fate. And I know that your dragons will not be here to see it...

With that, for several ages, Locathan went unseen, moving out far into the cosmos. Moving out among the same path his strangelets took...



Entropy
...
4. The tendency for all matter and energy in the universe to evolve toward a state of inert uniformity.

[Eshkigal]

Nordul shakes his head, before looking up at them all.
"Both of you, calm down! None of us want things to end so soon, right? We can talk of ways to resolve conflicts amongst us, can we not? Things that will keep what we work on safe despite our squabbles?"

[ArlEammon]

Nordul shakes his head, before looking up at them all.
"Both of you, calm down! None of us want things to end so soon, right? We can talk of ways to resolve conflicts amongst us, can we not?"

Doga

"It is time for me to finally act after my long and mysterious slumber. I want you all to know that I will am soon about to give the mortal races a very powerful miracle. The miracle of reproduction. In this way, most mortals may be immortal in a sense that they would pass on their likeness down through the centuries. Reproduction shall require certain elements to be present to work, but in this way, I will finally make my contribution towards the mortal existence."


Pass on the gift of sexual reproduction among mortal races.

[Jzadek]

No. It is not time yet.

Locathan's voice echoes through the Aether.


And he must not die yet. His end is not now. But his minions are on a clock. Their fate is rather sooner. The Black dragons and the serpent will feel nothing as destiny consumes them.

[Eshkigal]

"THEN LET US TALK, BRETHREN!"
The turtle looks angry.
"Let us work out how to solve our issues against one another without pointless thefts and combats that risk our worlds! Let us establish what we can do and what we can not! We can bicker, and we can have our people fight or find peace amongst each other, but we can not keep involving our creations in our squabbles! They are not TOYS TO STEAL AND SQUABBLE OVER!"

[Wootman]

"THEN LET US TALK, BRETHREN!"
The turtle looks angry.
"Let us work out how to solve our issues against one another without pointless thefts and combats that risk our worlds! Let us establish what we can do and what we can not! We can bicker, and we can have our people fight or find peace amongst each other, but we can not keep involving our creations in our squabbles! They are not TOYS TO STEAL AND SQUABBLE OVER!"

Mzuuthn'liex lands beside Nordul. "I am not unreasonable. Let us talk then."

[Blackfish]

Voroshk appears. His work on the Golems complete, now is the time for war.

There is nothing we need to talk about. When we are threatened by a rogue, we must act to defend ourselves. I recommend we work together to create a ward, rather than some artifact for mortals, that can keep Locathan's creations and the majority of power from affecting our mortal designs.

[Anecronwashere]

"Whether sustenance is obtained from plant, or from the consumption of other creatures, all things hunger. On the barren, desert world of Euclidea, there lived the mortalkind known as the Things. Their god had neglected to provide for them. They had sharpened teeth, a predator's smile, but nothing to prey on. Witnessing this, the Great Dragon showed them how to sate their hunger." - the Black Dragon Chorus, translated

Directing his attention to the Things, he gave them a way to stave off starvation. They would prey on one another, killing and consuming their brothers, finding the flesh of their kind pleasing. This, so that race should not perish of starvation.


Predators, Hunger: Spending 1 divine point to make the Things cannibalistic.

{You DARE mess with my creations! They are not like your silly beings who need to consume the flesh of the living to survive. My Creations feed on the dying breaths of your pitiful beings. Their very Souls are absorbed into my Things. Their thoughts make up the air mine breath. Though I do have to thank you for introducing a perfect way of creating more Chaos.}
Every Thing that is eaten grows inside it's Eaters stomachs, absorbing the Souls and Brains of the Non-Things, multiplying and growing until all 5 of the newly formed beings bud of the Eater, fully formed and ready to go.

3DP
-1 Create Thingsexual Reproduction: the Things reproduce by being eaten, their traits and that of their eater are randomized and 5 new Things bud off of the Eater.
-1 Create Ambient Feeding: The Things do not need to eat like regular beings, they breath when Non-Things think, and eat when Non-Things die. Due to this it appears like they take in nothing physically, though it can be seen using magic.

[Trufflehound]

"Yes, M'zuun, you are reasonable. I believe you do everything for a reason, and a carefully crafted reason. You are the dragon. And I would like to know more of your reasons... a reason for your serpent in the black planet, perhaps, or a reason for your domination of those black dragons."

[Hbgplayer]

There is nothing we need to talk about. When we are threatened by a rogue, we must act to defend ourselves. I recommend we work together to create a ward, rather than some artifact for mortals, that can keep Locathan's creations and the majority of power from affecting our mortal designs.

"I feel I must disagree, brother. While Locathan certainly acted rashly, it was not without good intentions. That in and of itself should count for something. I believe that we are all here to talk about a truce, are we not? We cannot keep continuing along the path that we are on without seriously jeopardizing all that we have created. We must come to an agreement on how to act, what to create, and how far we can or cannot interfere with each others' sentient beings. I will be the first to admit that I may have trodden on Mordeshul's toes in transferring goodness into a percentage of his creation, and for that I apologize. Let us work something out here and now to preserve all creation. Voroshk, I understand that you are the god of war, but is that not among the mortals? Do you really wish to risk everything?" Kar-Leon asks gravely.

[Blackfish]

"I feel I must disagree, brother. While Locathan certainly acted rashly, it was not without good intentions. That in and of itself should count for something. I believe that we are all here to talk about a truce, are we not? We cannot keep continuing along the path that we are on without seriously jeopardizing all that we have created. We must come to an agreement on how to act, what to create, and how far we can or cannot interfere with each others' sentient beings. I will be the first to admit that I may have trodden on Mordeshul's toes in transferring goodness into a percentage of his creation, and for that I apologize. Let us work something out here and now to preserve all creation. Voroshk, I understand that you are the god of war, but is that not among the mortals? Do you really wish to risk everything?" Kar-Leon asks gravely.

I will support a truce between the gods, but only for the gods. I have no wish to see my creations influenced by my brothers, but I will not see them bound into peace against their wills. If this cannot be done, I shall support no truce.

[Anecronwashere]

After He deals with the effects of the interloping God The Nothing decides to roam around.
Hovering over the White Planet he looked down at the simplicity of it.
{Where is the Chaos? Each place leads directly to the other. That isn't Fun at all. Let's try it this way.}
And so Portals started appearing, for random durations at random time two places linked together through a shimmering purple portal.

DP 1
-1 Portals: In random places at random times for a random duration two places link through a circle veil of viridian

[Hbgplayer]

I will support a truce between the gods, but only for the gods. I have no wish to see my creations influenced by my brothers, but I will not see them bound into peace against their wills. If this cannot be done, I shall support no truce.

"Absolutely. I thought that we had already agreed to interfere little in the affairs of Mortals."

[Anecronwashere]

{Who isn't interfering with Mortals?}
The telepathic voice is quickly joined by a suave man in a well-made red suit.
{Did someone forget to invite me to this deal?}

[Grim ranger]

Whidel

Sighing to himself, the god of air looks at his brothers. "Just listen to yourselves, all of you! We are all kin, and yet we cannot seem to agree on ANYTHING! If we are so immature, do we deserve the power to shape the universe?"

Actually glaring at his brothers, Whidel continues. "If all of us would wish to do their own thing, that is fine! But we should not draw mortals to our disagreements. Everyone that wishes to help me in building the artifact is free to do so, and the rest can do as they please. But we should not interfere with races of others before we have set aside our power momentarily to walk amongst them. Only then we can truly understand them."

[Wootman]

"Yes, M'zuun, you are reasonable. I believe you do everything for a reason, and a carefully crafted reason. You are the dragon. And I would like to know more of your reasons... a reason for your serpent in the black planet, perhaps, or a reason for your domination of those black dragons."

Mzuuthn'liex shows his fangs in something approximating a draconic smile. "Why Moskul, the serpent has performed a service! Through it's hunger and it's travels, the world where none dare tread has been given definition in it's passing.
As for my black dragons, they now have the honor of serving the greatest of them all. Not some god who has created them for the sole purpose of his amusement. Would you have denied them this? It's only natural dragons should serve a dragon."

The Great Dragon's smile shows no sign of lessening.

[Trufflehound]

Mzuuthn'liex shows his fangs in something approximating a draconic smile. "Why Moskul, the serpent has performed a service! Through it's hunger and it's travels, the world where none dare tread has been given definition in it's passing.
As for my black dragons, they now have the honor of serving the greatest of them all. Not some god who has created them for the sole purpose of his amusement. Would you have denied them this? It's only natural dragons should serve a dragon."

The Great Dragon's smile shows no sign of lessening.

"Only natural that the great serpent serve a greater one. But I notice you still dare not tell me why you created the serpent, and keep him beneath the soil."

[Eshkigal]

"However, with each action, there are things that break the idea other gods have for their creations. You nearly disrupted His creations and their purpose, you did not allow anyone else to just mend the aether after Locathan's well meaning but ultimately misguided attempt to help. All may go to you in the end, but that does not give you impunity to alter the plans of others as you wish. We each want our creations to be special. Be unique. Be what we want of them. So perhaps we should set down guidelines of etiquette?"

[Jzadek]

Locathan's voice rings true across the cosmos once more, though his location remains a mystery.

Great Dragon. I apologize for my rashness. It is true that all life will go to you before the Great End, as the worlds are consumed by greed and fear. You are an essential part of the apocalypse, and you need not fear your own destruction to be imminent.

[Wootman]

Locathan's voice rings true across the cosmos once more, though his location remains a mystery.

Great Dragon. I apologize for my rashness. It is true that all life will go to you before the Great End, as the worlds are consumed by greed and fear. You are an essential part of the apocalypse, and you need not fear your own destruction to be imminent.

" WORRY NOT, I DO NOT FEAR. "

[Algerin]

If the other players have not posted by 7 PM West Coast time, We'll be moving onto the next round.

[humson]

Feltel sees the gods bickering and has mixes feeling. On one handthey are fighting to keep balance. On the fc;4other peace did not seem like a likely outcome.
They head to join with where most of the gods. Fel's male voice echoes thought the room Do not forget about us good brothers. We embody balnce and want to help you reach said balance. Fel stopped talking and Tel's started talking We know wars are coming we can feel it in the ather. War cause balance to be lost. We do not want that to happen.

[Blackfish]

Feltel sees the gods bickering and has mixes feeling. On one handthey are fighting to keep balance. On the fc;4other peace did not seem like a likely outcome.
They head to join with where most of the gods. Fel's male voice echoes thought the room Do not forget about us good brothers. We embody balnce and want to help you reach said balance. Fel stopped talking and Tel's started talking We know wars are coming we can feel it in the ather. War cause balance to be lost. We do not want that to happen.

Incorrect, sibling. War embodies balance and growth. Without war, mortals will grow fat and complacent, empires will grow much too strong, and ingenuity will falter. Only through war do the races strive to create, and find balance in power.

Know that while I embody war, I do not do so out of a desire for destruction, or death, or bloodshed. It is natural, and it is a catalyst for good.

[humson]

Feltel speacks with Fel's voice again. you misunderstood me, brother. I was not talking about wars between mortals but we between gods. We are more powerful than any mortal and are weapons are the very fabric of the universe it self. A war between us will only rip that fabric apart and chaos will rain down upon the worlds. No balance can be found in that

[Blackfish]

Feltel speacks with Fel's voice again. you misunderstood me, brother. I was not talking about wars between mortals but we between gods. We are more powerful than any mortal and are weapons are the very fabric of the universe it self. A war between us will only rip that fabric apart and chaos will rain down upon the worlds. No balance can be found in that

What I said can easily apply to us as well. Without conflict, we will grow weak and complacent. Easily manipulated. Even if a war between us devastates everything, the survivors will find balance in the aftermath. The reality of war is unfortunate at such a developmental stage, but without some sort of reckoning the more reckless among us will only see fit to cause more trouble.

[Algerin]

"It is remarkable that the gods first war was a war of words and actions."
-A View of the Troubled Times

For a full era the gods debate, each presenting there side, their ideas and their views. It quickly becomes apparent that a decision will be very difficult to reach. Tempers run thin, accusations are hurled and the very Aether shakes with the power of the gods words.

The Mortals quickly find themselves with a new gift, a tool with which they can control their own destiny. Whereas before they had been numerous and each lost had been irreplacable, they could now reproduce. Several races quickly exploded, the Humans and Kobolds chief among them. It was not long before the two races were locked in a bitter war, the Kobolds desiring the Humans farmlands and the Humans desiring the Kobolds gold. From the forests and jungles, the Elves watched in concern as both sides warred. Four Seasons passed and still the gods debated and still the races warred.

On the Grey Planet, the Golems spread ever onwards, their streets and square, symetrical buildings covering the surfaces of the grey planet. With their newfound gift of magic, the Golems were able to create more Golems made of Bricarnium, and Darcarnium. In the farther reaches of the Grey Planet, Blue, Purple and pink trees made of jagged crystal rise from the grey stone and the golems quickly make weapons and focus for their magic from it. The Golems made a leader, whose Form was metal his eyes crystal and his blood and soul of magic called ZIIXX. As magic brought about consiousness, ZIIXX was imbued with a tiny spark of the Ultimate Creators power and a fraction of his ultimate goal was revealed. The Golems mobilized for war.

In the Aether, Locathan was thwarted by Mzuuthn'liex whose voice was rage. Locathans creation was hidden within a tear in the Aether and any movement of the Guardian would seal the hole in the Aether.

Upon Euclidia, hapless mortals are drawn here by the strange portals and quickly devoured by the strange, cannabilistic Things. Those that somehow manage to escape speak of terrors that dwell not upon the White Planet, if they speak at all.

Thus began the 4th Era.



CURRENT POINTS(ROUND 4)
Name: Doga(Armin)
Divine Points-4(+1 Round, +1 Sphere(Family)+2 Surplus)

Name: Voroshk(T-42)
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers,+1 Sphere(War, Artifice)

Name : Raih(Vardianor)
Divine Points-6(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers, +1 Blood Sacrifice, +3 Surplus)

Name: Whidel(Grim ranger)
Divine Points-5(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers, +3 surplus)

Name: Jim-Bob(3.1415926535897)
Divine Points-5(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers, +3 Surplus)

Name: Kar-Leon(Hbgplayer)
Divine Points-6(+1 Round, +1 Celestial Object, +1 Worshipers, +1 Sphere(Knowledge),+2 Surplus)

Name: Nordul(Eshkigal)
Divine Points-4(+1 Round,+1 Worshipers, +1 Sphere(Healing, Medicine),+1 Surplus)

Name: Mzuuthn'liex(Wootman)
Divine Points-4(+1 Round, +1 Sphere(Hunger), +2 Surplus)

Name: Moskul(Trufflehound)
Divine Points-4(+1 Round,+1 Celestial Object, +1 Worshipers, +1 Shrine)

Name: Vel'kor(Erik Vale)
Divine Points-5(+1 Round, +1 Celestial Object,+3 surplus)

Name: Locathan the Destroyer(Jzadek)
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +1 Celestial Object +1 Sphere( Fate,Destiny,)

Name: Mordeshul(Dead)
Divine Points-5(+1 Round, +1Worshipers, +3 Surplus)

Name:Fel and tel, Feltel(humson)
Divine Points-5(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers,+3 Surplus)

Name: The Nothing(Anecronwashere)
Divine Points-4(+1 Round, +1 Celestial Object, +1 Worshipers +1 Sphere(Chaos)

As always, if there's anything I missed, please let me know. Also, for the time being I'm going to put a limit of 10 Divine Points. If you'd like to repeal this, say so in the OOC thread and we'll discuss it there.

Rules for God Warfare
As the 4th Era Dawns, Battle between gods can begin.

To kill a god, you must reduce him to negative divine points and keep him or her there for at least one round. If you reduce a god to -1 Divine Points but the next round starts and he gains 3 divine points then he will start the round alive, and with 2 Divine Points.

There are a few ways to damage gods. The first is to attack them directly, which costs 1 divine point on the attackers part and does 1-2 Divine Points of Damage to the defender. Artifacts can increase the damage dealt, or decrease the damage taken. If you slay a god, you will receive a one-time bonus of +2 Divine Points at the beggining of the next round.

You can also damage a gods income by commanding your worshipers(via dreams, visions, direct commands, etc as long as it fits your god) or your minions directly to wage war on the races and minions of the other gods of the other gods. Destroying their shrines, causing natural diasters or famine or even converting their followers will also damage their income when the next round starts. Gods can take steps to defend against such things as well.

Gods can heal other gods using a divine point as well. The healed god receives one divine point back, but only one divine point can be spent by the one doing the healing in this way.

If you have a question or an idea, or want to wage warfare in a more unconventional way, message me or ask in the OOC thread.

[Blackfish]

Voroshk watches his Golems for a time. They please him greatly, their minds focused on creation and war, and their numbers growing steadily. Soon they will be ready to strike out at his foes.

But for now, there are more pressing concerns. War is coming, and he must be ready. Voroshk disappears for a time, hiding away in the fires of the Golem's mountain, forging a new artifact. After a time he emerges, clad in new armor, forged of precious materials and more ornate than it was before.

Brothers, we must reach a verdict. Sanctions and unity, or war and balance.

[Dead]

"I sense unrest in the ranks of my brothers. I must make hastey, if I am to survive unharmed."

"Let my worshipers grow in number, and those who worship me shall have my blessing."

"Let their be further denizens of fire."

"To my bretheren I say, I will not draw the first blood, though it be in my nature to do so. But you shall behold my wrath upon the one who shall strike me."


-1: Create temples to Mordeshul across all the grey and white planets.
-1: Anyone who prays to Mordeshul at one of these temples gains a blessing that assists them in dark and fiery endevors.
-1: Create fire elementals.

[Wootman]

"YOU APOLOGISE, BUT IT IS NOT ENOUGH. YOU WRAP YOUR THREAT TO MY SERVANTS AS THE RESULT OF A DESTINY SOON TO PASS, AND YOU HAVE NOT RENOUNCED YOUR HARMFUL INTENTION. SO, YOU WILL NOT BE ALLOWED TO REMAIN A DANGER TO MY UNDERLINGS. RETURN TO THE AETHER FROM WHENCE YOU CAME."


Mzuuthn'liex unleashes his breath into the Aether, casting it Locathan's way.


On the black planet, the serpent rouses and scours the world for the Ender Stone, seizing it in it's jaws.

Elsewhere, the black dragon flight descends on the seal planet of Locathan, ravaging the world and desecrating it until it is naught but a cursed, powerless rock.

Spending 3 divine points to attack Locathan directly, sending my minions on the offensive. The Serpent to seize his artifact, and the black dragons to take his world.

[Hbgplayer]

I am deeply disappointed in the direction that this is rapidly heading. I wish for peace. Not unity, I now conceed that may never happen, but at least peace. Let us decide upon a codified set of guidelines that we all agree to compromise to, and set punishment for any breach.
He turns to FelTel I am glad that you could make it. I was about to call you to suggest that you mediate our discussion, but I feel that it may be too late.

[Wootman]

I am deeply disappointed in the direction that this is rapidly heading. I wish for peace. Not unity, I now conceed that may never happen, but at least peace. Let us decide upon a codified set of guidelines that we all agree to compromise to, and set punishment for any breach.
He turns to FelTel I am glad that you could make it. I was about to call you to suggest that you mediate our discussion, but I feel that it may be too late.

"Perhaps after this example is made, those who would otherwise be inclined will be less willing to threaten hostilities between the divinities in the future."

[Eshkigal]

"I would say sanctions and unity. Otherwise we stand to accidentally tear everything we value apart in it's youth. We haven't even named them yet, even."
As he's not paying attention, several buds open and close, spitting out hovering, insectile creatures that begin seeding the other worlds with plantlife.
The Black Planet grew dark and fierce, giant moving cacti that wander the planet and consume what nutrients they find, and slowly making an atmosphere as well.
The moon, on the other hand, grew small vibrant forests, with the plants of both the White and Gray Planets.

(Point 1: Make Minion race-Krehn. Insectile creatures that continuously carry the seeds of new plantlife to the worlds and will interfere with direct attacks upon the worlds or Nordul.
Point 2: Make race-Cactus Folk. Wandering cacti that look for any source of food. That includes the other races.
Point 3: Create forest-Moon.)

[Blackfish]

Voroshk joins Mzuuthn'liex in his attack on Locathan silently, instead gathering his words and will and sending the attack streaking across the Aether toward Locathan. He then rejoins the majority of his brothers, waiting for his assault to catch up with Locathan.

1 point to attack Locathan directly. No special artifacts were used in the attack, though I kind of wish I had borrowed the Golem Hammer for it.

Kar-Leon, brother, I ask your permission to seed the moon you created with mortals. If you wish, I can substitute a new race, more like the mortals on the White than my previous creations. There is no reason to let such a land go unsettled.

[Hbgplayer]

Upon seeing Mzuuthn'liex and Voroshk's actions, Kar-Leon becomes scared. He fears that this is the first step towards the destroction of all creation.
ENOUGH! Kar-Leon roars, powerful enough to send a ripple echoing across the universe. Everywhere, all beings, including the Divine, pause what they are doing to look at the Hall of Ten (Fourteen now?).
We must be reasonable! Please, brothers and sister, I beg of you, think about what this will cause. Do you really want all of this destroyed??? Kar-Leon swings his hand to indicate all creation.
One divine point used



Kar-Leon, brother, I ask your permission to seed the moon you created with mortals. If you wish, I can substitute a new race, more like the mortals on the White than my previous creations. There is no reason to let such a land go unsettled.

Nay. I plan for my Moon to be a paradise for those mortals I judge to have led good, moral lives. I will allow visitors from all races, so long as they do not attempt to do harm to it, but aside from my creations, I would prefer no new native life. If you wish, a small colony of your Golems to inhabit the far side of the moon, under the direction of the Samaritans, to mine the three metals I infused with the Moon, but no more.

[Algerin]

Locathan takes four points of damage from the Dragon of Rages attack as well s the surprise attack from Voroshk. Upon the black planet, the Ender Stone is seized in the great serpents jaws where it is held. Obsidian Dragons descend from the Aether, blasting the Sealed Planets already barren surface with gouts of flame, until the surface was charred black.

Locathan current Divine Points:-1

[Trufflehound]

At Moskul's nod, Gor the Hunter flies likewise towards Locathan's place with his seven hounds, and begins to hunt down any black dragons who stray too far from the flank. The hounds separate one dragon at a time, driving it away from the masses, and Gor strikes again and again with his spear. But they avoid direct conflict; if the masses of the dragons, or if the serpent goes towards them, they will fall back until they can kill them off one at a time.

Moskul speaks, "We must unite. Those who do act against the will of the pantheon must not succeed. But the artifact must be made. On the white planet, on an island cliff far above the sea, I now create a fountain glowing with a white fire. Thus earth, air, water, and fire shall all be present. I give it freedom of will, and a desire to impart strength to its servants, and to send them across the earth to protect freedom. May all of you also add to this work, giving it wisdom that it may use its freedom well."

1 point to create artifact, which has an intelligence and will of its own, but a desire to protect mortals' freedom.
1 point to let it give its servants strength
1 point to let it send servants instantly to any part of the white planet, not to return till their tasks are completed

[Blackfish]

Upon seeing Mzuuthn'liex and Voroshk's actions, Kar-Leon becomes scared. He fears that this is the first step towards the destroction of all creation.
ENOUGH! Kar-Leon roars, powerful enough to send a ripple echoing across the universe. Everywhere, all beings, including the Divine, pause what they are doing to look at the Hall of Ten (Fourteen now?).
We must be reasonable! Please, brothers and sister, I beg of you, think about what this will cause. Do you really want all of this destroyed??? Kar-Leon swings his hand to indicate all creation.

My apologies for shaking you, brother, but a pact is a pact and I will always keep my word. The destruction of all is in no way my goal, though it is the goal of Locathan. What better way to defend my creations than to strike out at those who would do them harm?


Nay. I plan for my Moon to be a paradise for those mortals I judge to have led good, moral lives. I will allow visitors from all races, so long as they do not attempt to do harm to it, but aside from my creations, I would prefer no new native life. If you wish, a small colony of your Golems to inhabit the far side of the moon, under the direction of the Samaritans, to mine the three metals I infused with the Moon, but no more.

As for your Moon, I respect this goal. I accept your offer for my creations, though I wonder if you will let those deemed good among them share in your paradise.

Voroshk then descends to the mountain, to speak with ZIIXX.

You, and all of my creations, please me greatly. I feel pride in your accomplishment, and now I come to you with direction. Use the hammer and your magic, forge portals by which you can travel to and from the ever-glowing moon, and the White nearby. Send a small amount of my creations to the moon. They will be met by the creations of another, and they will be directed to a place where they can acquire great quantities of metal. They are not to be hostile.

Prepare the rest of my creations for glorious battle. Many must remain here, strengthening themselves and creating new soldiers and builders, but it is time to spread beyond this world.

[Wootman]

At Moskul's nod, Gor the Hunter flies likewise towards Locathan's place with his seven hounds, and begins to hunt down any black dragons who stray too far from the flank. The hounds separate one dragon at a time, driving it away from the masses, and Gor strikes again and again with his spear. But they avoid direct conflict; if the masses of the dragons, or if the serpent goes towards them, they will fall back until they can kill them off one at a time.

Moskul speaks, "We must unite. Those who do act against the will of the pantheon must not succeed. But the artifact must be made. On the white planet, on an island cliff far above the sea, I now create a fountain glowing with a white fire. Thus earth, air, water, and fire shall all be present. I give it freedom of will, and a desire to impart strength to its servants, and to send them across the earth to protect freedom. May all of you also add to this work, giving it wisdom that it may use its freedom well."

1 point to create artifact, which has an intelligence and will of its own, but a desire to protect mortals' freedom.
1 point to let it give its servants strength
1 point to let it send servants instantly to any part of the white planet, not to return till their tasks are completed

"INTERLOPER! This is not your battle. Call off your hunter and hounds."

With Locathan's planet in ruins, Mzuuthn'liex calls for the dragons to defend their bretheren, flying together and fighting any who attack them.

[Eshkigal]

And in turn, the Krehn intercede on behalf of the Hunter and the Hounds, swarming and taking blows that would be meant for them.
"THIS HAS GONE TOO FAR ALREADY! YOU WHO WOULD DARE TRY TO STRIKE DOWN YOUR KIN WONDER WHY THE REST WONDER IF THEY ARE NEXT?!" :smallfurious:
He looks half ready to bite either Mzuuth or Voroshk for attacking during the attempted peace treaty.

[Blackfish]

Enough, brothers! The renegade who would see us all gone is laid low, and we are safe to continue our creation. With no more threat to our unity, now is the time to establish peace. I will contribute to this artifact with those who desire cooperation as soon as worship has returned some strength to me.

[Hbgplayer]

Kar-Leon hangs his shame in bitter disappointment, and a single, large tear rolls of the end of his nose while he is in transit to his Moon, and it falls into the seas of the White Planet, giving them much more salinity (Comparable to Earth's oceans). Even before reaching his Moon, he pauses and makes it so that the life that resides in the oceans could adapt to the sudden change, and thrive in it.
On his Moon he sets to immediate action. First, he makes his own addition to the Artifact, giving it the ability to choose it's own party that wishes to use it not for their own gain, but to help the lives of all by using it to prevent further violence. (a.k.a.: only those pure-of-heart)
Next, he wards the Moon to allow only those that Kar-Leon would judge to be of Good moral character to be on the Moon, or close enough for something to orbit it, without Kar-Leon's willing permission.
He then visits the leader of the Elves, and grants him great gifts: great intelligence, strength, wisdom, agility, toughness, and the ability to rally all Good peoples in times of desperation.
He then turns to his second in command of the Samaritans (head Samaritan) I have given my permission to Voroshk to have a small number of his Golems to mine on the axial opposite from the Library. Take another 20 with you to overlook their operations. Allow only those I would allow on the Moon, and do not let them to tamper with the integrity of the Moon. I do not want more than forty Golems on the Moon at any one time.


Four Divine Points used:
1) Alter Life: Allowing sea-life to adapt to the sudden saltiness of the oceans.
2) Alter the Artifact
3)Alter world Moon
4)Grant Miracle: Grant very high Int, Str, Wis, Dex, Cha, and Con scores to Elven leader.
One left.

[Vardianor]

As usual,Raih sit on his throne collecting informations and making plans.War has broke out and he must be ready.He select one of the Radashtan named Umbali to be his avatar and gave Umbali the following vision :

I,your creator ordered you to prepare for an upcoming war.Ready your weapons and when the war come,you must lead the Radashtan to their glory.But always remember,open battle will be hard fought.Use shadow and concealment to your advantage.

After giving the vision,Raih blessed the mortal with incredible power most Radashtan could only dream of and craft a cloak that can render the mortal invisible.

3 points used for creating avatar,give supernatural strength,and create a cloak that could make the avatar invisible ala Harry Potter

[Jzadek]

EDIT: Sorry, I misconstrued the GM to have said I had 1 divine point left, rather than -1.

Locathan, reeling from the attack, takes refuge in its cloud of intelligent strangelets, protected against any physical attack, as any matter of any kind that touches them will be converted into more strangelets. For the moment, it's safe from the wrath of the betrayers...

[ArlEammon]

Doga Making Plans
Doga looked upon the war of the gods, and the great destruction that was being wrought by their anger, and the fact that they could suffer was like a sword through Doga's heart. The suffering was too much for Doga, even though he wasn't being harmed directly. Quietly, out of all the god's knowledge, he lovingly and laborously made a new Avatar. He named this Avatar, Rados. Rados was unique in that it had a seperate, but somehow identical, ego.

The Avatar, Rados, had a will, emotions and even freewill of it's own, although it was a different person, Doga had made sure that it had clear understanding of many things that all other later creations of Doga would not have, and much greater power.


4 Divine Points used to make Rados, the Avatar

[Grim ranger]

And when he looked upon his kin, Whidel was dispointed and saddened, for they plunged the creation into chaos. Thus, he begun to lose his faith to the rest of the gods... And sought to be free from the war that they had brought into existence. For freedom was in his very nature, and no god could go against what they were.
-Taken from Collected writings of Yernian Skylords, written century or so after Troubled Times

Whidel

For the first time since forming into existence, Whidel is well and truly saddened. His kin are arguing and fighting each other, their races going to war, and very fate of the universe taking sharp turn for the worse as his siblings cannot simply seem to form agreement about anything. This is most definitely not something that he wants: sadly, it is not something that he can prevent either. To his mind, the situation is only solvable in one way.

Raising from his seat, the young god leaves the company of his siblings with very saddened and solemn expression, observing the worlds as they are wracked by one cataclysm after another as he flies past. If his brothers cannot simply co-exist peacefully, he will leave to form a world more to his liking and leave them to their squabbles. Taking part in this fighting is something he most definitely does not feel like doing.

Stopping at the edge of the known universe, Whidel sighs to himself and begins weaving the fabric of reality, flying around the new world as he slowly shapes it into being from nothingless. This world is not like the others, it's core that of brightly burning star, and it's continents Windstone floating in air above it. The constant air currents and renewable life of the new world will make it completely self-suitainable: a small piece of calm in universe wracked by strife.

And to that world, Whidel weaves a new race, his smile gradually returning as he designs his new children and weaves protection around the new world. Slowly, a race of winged, keen-sensed humanoids with powers over air is woven into existence with the god's power, and they begin to settle their new world, blissfully unaware of the universe beyond.

With the new race finished, Whidel sets about to guarding his new creation against the other deities with seriousness very unlike himself, weaving tearing winds of cosmic power to shield the new world and it's inhabitants from creations of others that try to arrive into the world or affect it without his consent. And part of those winds he takes and twists into form of small rod, a tool that he will be using for a long, long time afterwards.

Using 1 divine point to Alter Aether (creating Eye of the Storm, the new world), 1 divine point to Create Life (Yernians), 1 point to Alter Aether (creating the divine storms that guard Eye of the Storm, controllable only to Whidel without extreme effort on godly scale and capable to hurting even divine beings) and lastly 1 point to Create an Artifact (Rod of Storms)

Divine points left afterwards: 0

Rod of Storms

Created by Whidel from part of great divine storms he forced into being to protect his new world, Rod of Storms has power over air and is capable of granting even normal mortal divine powers controlling air and storms, both natural and supernatural. With Rod of Storms, the air itself becomes the user's tool: he can use it to attack, defend, fly and even create air elementals and natural disasters if he is so inclined.

[Wootman]

EDIT: Sorry, I misconstrued the GM to have said I had 1 divine point left, rather than -1.

Locathan, reeling from the attack, takes refuge in its cloud of intelligent strangelets, protected against any physical attack, as any matter of any kind that touches them will be converted into more strangelets. For the moment, it's safe from the wrath of the betrayers...


"DO YOU THINK YOU COULD ESCAPE SO EASILY?"

Pursuing the fleeing god, the colossal Great Dragon Mzuuthn'liex opens his jaws wide to attempt to devour Locathan and the strangelets. Though mere creatures as the strangelets could not hope to harm a god, the hostile environs and fiery breath within his maw incinerates the strangelets before any could possible make contact.

Wrath, Destruction, Hunger: Spending 1 diving point, Mzuuthn'liex attempts to eat Locathan while subjecting him to his fiery maw, incinerating strangelets that get swallowed in the process

[Trufflehound]

Moskul, seeing the chaos, realized there is little time. While Mzuun himself was gone for a time, Voroshk had growing forces, which could never preserve the freedom of the wild. "My dearest brother Nordul, the mortals dearly need your protection."

Moskul flew to earth and created a fleet of ships, fashioned out of ebony and oak, with dark gray sails. He led these to land, some to elven lands, some to human, and some to the other races; as soon as these bore living creatures, they sailed without mortal guidance straight to the isle of the fountain.

1 divine point spent


"And the great bird lifted his head, and tears came from his eyes. The mournful cry which rose from his beak still haunts the waves. From time to time, when the wind is loudest, you can hear the words through the roaring of the sea. 'Alas, our brother is gone, and with him the freedom and peace he wished to bring. Should all else stand together, we will never be united, as he is gone.'"

Book of Sages, Volume 2

[Eshkigal]

Nordul looks torn. On one claw, there was the matter of his now deicidal brother, who he would like no more than to tear the tail off of in righteous fury. But on the other side were the mortals, who would need them even more...
On the White Planet, trees wove themselves around the fountain, dragging the earth around it into a massive fortress of wood, stone, and metal.
"The next era, war for the unjustly slain, Moskul."
(One point to make an Artifact fortress/shrine to those who help, linked to the Fountain. Those who control the Fountain can control the island's plantlife as if they were Nordul himself.)

[Algerin]

"DO YOU THINK YOU COULD ESCAPE SO EASILY?"

Pursuing the fleeing god, the colossal Great Dragon Mzuuthn'liex opens his jaws wide to devour Locathan and the strangelets. Though mere creatures as the strangelets could not hope to harm a god, the hostile environs and fiery breath within his maw incinerates the strangelets before any could possible make contact.

Wrath, Destruction, Hunger: Spending 1 diving point, Mzuuthn'liex finishes Locathan off by devouring Locathan and his strangelets, incinerating strangelets while digesting Locathan.



With his foe vanquished and hunger sated, the Great Dragon flies off into the Aether far from the creations of his brothers to wait until called upon, so that they would not need fear his rage turning their way and his servants could return to some semblance of normal life.
Locathan is not dead until he's been reduced to negative DP for one turn.

[Wootman]

Locathan is not dead until he's been reduced to negative DP for one turn.

[Woops, had just woke up and wasn't thinking most clearly,


Post edited, sorry again.]]

[Eshkigal]

"Wait...brothers and sister! We can still save Locathan, wrongly judged by Mzuun and Voroshk!"
He goes over to what little remains of Locathan, standing protectively beween him and those of dark temperment.
"Will someone help? I do not have power enough on my own at this point."
(I am assuming it is possible to save/stabilize a deity, right?)

[Wootman]

"Wait...brothers and sister! We can still save Locathan, wrongly judged by Mzuun and Voroshk!"
He goes over to what little remains of Locathan, standing protectively beween him and those of dark temperment.
"Will someone help? I do not have power enough on my own at this point."
(I am assuming it is possible to save/stabilize a deity, right?)

"Stand aside, he has threatened my servants and I do not take that lightly."

[Eshkigal]

"I believe he was pointing out that they are MORTAL, Brother. All mortals die in time, and that means that at some point in the future ALL YOUR MINIONS WOULD EVENTUALLY DIE ON THEIR OWN, YOU IDIOT."
He glares at the dragon, with all the thunder and deadliness of a landslide in his voice.
"Now, unless you would like to go down this path where I do threaten your minions with mine, who have quite the advantage in numbers, might I add, drop it. You've done enough."

[Algerin]

"Wait...brothers and sister! We can still save Locathan, wrongly judged by Mzuun and Voroshk!"
He goes over to what little remains of Locathan, standing protectively beween him and those of dark temperment.
"Will someone help? I do not have power enough on my own at this point."
(I am assuming it is possible to save/stabilize a deity, right?)

Yes, You can spend one divine point to heal a god one divine point, once per turn.

[Wootman]

"I believe he was pointing out that they are MORTAL, Brother. All mortals die in time, and that means that at some point in the future ALL YOUR MINIONS WOULD EVENTUALLY DIE ON THEIR OWN, YOU IDIOT."
He glares at the dragon, with all the thunder and deadliness of a landslide in his voice.
"Now, unless you would like to go down this path where I do threaten your minions with mine, who have quite the advantage in numbers, might I add, drop it. You've done enough."

"I will not fault you for your inability to gather subtext from his words, nor for your desire to intercede and protect another as that is your nature; however, spare your servants the grief being set, at most, to a pyrrhic victory over my servants."

[Eshkigal]

"Then leave. Locathan. Alone. He's a strange one, and doesn't always go about things the best way, but he embodies death. It is just as important as life, and for his strangeness, he may truthfully have meant no harm, but just messed up in his attempts. From where I watched, he set his creation far from here, to one day clean up our messes when our creations fail. He made a guardian to keep us from rending each other asunder, and while he tore the Aether, he thought he was helping. You, on the other hand, stole your minions, sow discord in your fury, and while you also meant well in your actions against the Guardian, have handled things poorly, leaving one of our kin nearly destroyed and his works in rubble, which should be more than punishment enough for the threat you had perceived. So I tell you now, drop it or face the wrath of a Guardian infuriated, for I WILL make it cost you dearly and fight against you to the destruction of one of us if I have to. And as for the Krehn, they know what must be done against those who harm without thought."

[Hbgplayer]

This is enough. If you do not cease your attacking immediately, I will be forced to do something drastic. I hope that you take my warning in all seriousness, for it would alter your creations, permanently. Kar-Leon says as he appears next to Nordul, addressing Locathan's aggressors.

OOC
If Kar-Leon is not attacked or made to lose the divine point that is left before the end of the round, can it be assumed that he uses it to heal Locathan?

[Eshkigal]

"Can you heal our fallen brother, Kar? My power was unfortunately tied up in other projects before this conflict occurred."
He glances at Mzuun, and the silent gods around them all.
"Know this, before you do anything. If the situation were reversed, and you were bleeding the last of your life out into the Aether, I would be standing between the aggressor and you, if it were such a situation as this. I would promise to fight to my last if it were you as well. Or any of our brothers or our sister, if they were assaulted unjustly. I would give up everything I am for any of you, even the ones that would not do so in turn. What you have done today...I cannot abide it. So stop your rage, and let this sate your thirst for revenge, or strike now while I am unable to defend myself and know that if I survive, we are at war until one of us concedes, and that I will fight to the death. Those are your choices, Mzuuthn'ilex."

[Trufflehound]

"I would come to help Locathan, but I have not the strength. My servant Gor can only now keep Mzuun's dragons and his great serpent from coming to his aid.

"But Mzuuthn'liex, calm yourself. For if you destroy your brother, or even if you do not lift a hand to heal him, I will hunt down and cast you down. I do have the power. I dare not destroy a brother, but if you act against our will, you act against a power twelve times your strength."

[Algerin]

This is enough. If you do not cease your attacking immediately, I will be forced to do something drastic. I hope that you take my warning in all seriousness, for it would alter your creations, permanently. Kar-Leon says as he appears next to Nordul, addressing Locathan's aggressors.

OOC
If Kar-Leon is not attacked or made to lose the divine point that is left before the end of the round, can it be assumed that he uses it to heal Locathan?

Healing a god uses one divine point and heals one divine point. The Divine point is immediatly subtracted from your pool like any other action. At the beggining of the next round, Locathan will gain one Divine Point and survive.

[Wootman]

"Can you heal our fallen brother, Kar? My power was unfortunately tied up in other projects before this conflict occurred."
He glances at Mzuun, and the silent gods around them all.
"Know this, before you do anything. If the situation were reversed, and you were bleeding the last of your life out into the Aether, I would be standing between the aggressor and you, if it were such a situation as this. I would promise to fight to my last if it were you as well. Or any of our brothers or our sister, if they were assaulted unjustly. I would give up everything I am for any of you, even the ones that would not do so in turn. What you have done today...I cannot abide it. So stop your rage, and let this sate your thirst for revenge, or strike now while I am unable to defend myself and know that if I survive, we are at war until one of us concedes, and that I will fight to the death. Those are your choices, Mzuuthn'ilex."


"You have no need to defend yourself, for I have not been assailing you. My quarrel is only with Locathan. I agreed to discourse, and Locathan had opportunity to speak. He spent his words on an empty apology, not remarking on the threat to my servants. If his threat was an idle or empty one, it is this he should have clarified and made apology.

Why do you defend him so? Even the pitiful creatures he threw before him to use as a shield, he made with the intent of indiscriminate destruction of all things. As you wish to impose your will on me, he would have imposed his on you through his 'destinies' and 'fates'.

Even now, you only promise retaliation after the mortal blow has been delivered. You have accused me of harming without thought. Can it be you truly fear that I will come for you next? That I am some mindless, berserking beast? Shameful. If it will calm your fears, I will pledge not to aggress another in godly war until the fifth era from now."

[Eshkigal]

"I was slow to intercede, and I regret that. However, he can still be saved. I have given you my terms. Either let him live and there is peace, where we both may work together in the future, or strike at any one of us and spark war. Those are your options, Mzuuthn'ilex. As for why, we are all kin. This is what we make of it. So if one looks like they will die over a misunderstanding, which I still think it was, is it not my duty, my nature, to step in?"

[Dead]

"I will do my best to stay out of this war."

And with that proclomation, Mordeshul fades into the endless night.

-2: Hide from the eyes of all.

[Erik Vale]

Vel'kor

And so, as the planet stood between the others, there was a flash, and one final thing was taken from it, then, in a symphony of power, creation occured, and Tra'il'grigio was truely blessed.
The Book of Vel'kor

And so it was, standing between the portals, Vel'kor set up a barrier and a workshop, the power flooding between worlds as Vel'kor drew from both planets. Around both the portals, a sphere was created, with two pin prick holes, north and south, making everything inside undetectable, but allowing the planets escence to bleed into The Grey planet. And inside this sphere, between the portals, Vel'kor set up in a space much to small for its size, a sprawling workshop, for all sorts of experimentation and works.


1 Act: Create Vel'kor's Workroom. Artifact that helps in creation of creatures and artifacts (When =, Vel'kor's win)
2 Acts: Create the Silencing Dome: The Portals, Vel'kor's Workroom and everything within are hidden.


But the draw was not the only truth in Vel'kor's Bible. All this change had created turbulence in the Aether, creating watching spirits which he all to eagerly used. With 1 half of his energy, Vel'kor created the Bright Ones. They apeared human, but were above in power, will, and light, sheding some such was their light. Yet their numbers were few, but they were content on their northan continent. With the other half, Vel'kor created the Dark Shifters, Abberent shapechangers of extreme potency, but somewhat instable, and these beings to were few, and content on theirs the southern continent, if more agressive.

All this time, Vel'kor ignored the gods raging, with good purpose, and waited, catching his breath, to create his final two children.


1 Act: Create the Bright One's. A race of highly magical humans, who are almost angelic. They have a natural link with Bricarnium.
1 ActL Creat the Dark Shifters, powerful shapechanging abberants, whose natural form is demonic, with blackened skin and powerful wrings, but no hornes, their powers are slightly instable. They have a natural link with Darcarnium.

[Algerin]

"I will do my best to stay out of this war."

And with that proclomation, Mordeshul fades into the endless night.

-2: Hide from the eyes of all.

I'm assuming you're using those two points to hide yourself and your castle.

Game will move to the next round at 9 PM Pacific Time.

[Algerin]

"Mzuuthn'liex was the first to prove deicide was possible, though few of the mortals stopped to notice the ramifications that this entailed. Not at the time."
-The Final Words of Ukira, Kobold War-seer.

With an Aether-shaking cry, the god Locathan is murdered by the great dragon and from a knife in the dark, an unknown hand. Locathans blood spilled across the Aether, painting it with red stars visible only on days that great blood had been shed. Deicide has been proven possible and the Aether itself wanes with the death of one of it's creations.

New life continues to fill the planets, but it seems a dark shadow had been cast over everything. The normally joyous Whidel drew away from his companions, creating a world far from the others, isolating himself from the others with a divine storm.

Across the Black Planet, twisted and hardy cacti shamble across black plains, greedily devouring what little nutrients they can find. In the skies orbiting the black planet a green moon appeared as well and from its skin came the Krehn who spread away from their home to travel the Aether and deposit seeds across the world. Even on the Black planet, hardy shrubs and roots began to take hold in the arid soil. Across the other worlds a new and surprising variety of plants grew and flourished. It was due to this explosive rise of plants that the 4th Era, despite the tragedy became known among the simpler folk as the Green Era.

The Golems of the Grey planet had reached an industrial peak. Metal locations had all been mapped out and the Golems turned to the portals to seek more. Within the portals lie more minerals they knew. The Golems did not hesitate to go to war.

The first March of the Golems will forever be a historic event. Wave upon wave of the iron, gold and steel machines burst forth from seemingly nowhere and descended upon the unsuspecting races. Human, Kobold, Elves, Terranie and even the mighty dragons were slain in droves. Columns of refugees fled burning homes only to be cut down by opposing armies that still bore grudges. Across a forty square mile radius, woods were slashed and burned, their trees used to make arrows and siege weapons, the mountains mined to produce steel and even more golems and the stone used to erect the first golem outpost on the White Planet called WAAR. Here the Golems reorganized and prepared to plunge deeper into the mortals homelands.

Across the Aether Gor and the seven Hounds continued to hunt the Black Dragons, driving them from their hiding places and slaying them. While numerous Black Dragons could easily hold their own against the Hunter, the Hunter did not play fairly. Instead, he lured, trapped, tricked and deceived them into solitude before revealing himself. On some nights the planets could even hear the baying of the hounds and something even more unusual: Fear in the Black Dragons cries.

The most significant action of the Era was the creation of the White Stone Fountain. Towering nearly 20 meters into the air and carved with the images of the gods and the mortal races along it's base it remained undiscovered for years. It wasn't until a mysterious fleet of ships with an even more mysterious leader landed on the island(Which had since become a massive fortress of stone, wood and metal) before vanishing into the Aether. The Mortals knew little of the power of the White Stone Fountain, but the Fountain knew much of them. It called to them and chose one of each of the races present, as well as calling a dragon and an air elemental from the sky. To each it gave a gift, the gift of Knowing. Before they had not known how there life was to end, nor the life of their brothers or sisters or even the gods above. But with the power of the Fountain, each now knew the many ways that death could come... To all Mortals. But they also knew how to protect against it. The second gift the Fountain granted was Empathy. All pain, heartache, loss, grief and despair across all the mortals was felt by the chosen mortals and the fountain itself.

Thus began the Fifth Era.

CURRENT POINTS(ROUND 5)
Name: Doga(Armin)
Divine Points-3(+1 Round,+3 Surplus -1 Aether)

Name: Voroshk(T-42)
Divine Points-4(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers,+1 Sphere(War, Artifice),+2 Surplus -1 Aether)

Name : Raih(Vardianor)
Divine Points-5(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers, +1 Blood Sacrifice,+3 Surplus,-1 Aether)

Name: Whidel(Grim ranger)
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers,+1 Sphere(life),+1 Celestial Object ,-1 Aether)

Name: Jim-Bob(3.1415926535897)
Divine Points-6(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers, +5 Surplus,-1 Aether)

Name: Kar-Leon(Hbgplayer)
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +1 Celestial Object, +1 Worshipers, +1 surplus,-1 Aether)

Name: Nordul(Eshkigal)
Divine Points-2(+1 Round,+1 Worshipers,+1 Surplus,-1 Aether)

Name: Mzuuthn'liex(Wootman)
Divine Points-4(+1 Round, +2 Sphere(Hunger,wrath, destruction), +2 Godslayer,-1 Aether)

Name: Moskul(Trufflehound)
Divine Points-4(+1 Round,+1 Celestial Object, +1 Worshipers, +1 Shrine,+1 sphere(travel,-1 Aether)

Name: Vel'kor(Erik Vale)
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +1 Celestial Object,+2 Sphere(Magic, Change, Abberations, Mutations),-1 Aether)

Name: Locathan the Destroyer(Jzadek) (DECEASED)
Divine Points- -2(+1 Round)

Name: Mordeshul(Dead)
Divine Points-2(+1 Round, +1Worshipers, +1 Sphere(Assassinations),-1 Aether)

Name:Fel and tel, Feltel(humson)
Divine Points-6(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers,+5 Surplus,-1 Aether)

Name: The Nothing(Anecronwashere)
Divine Points-6(+1 Round, +1 Celestial Object, +1 Worshipers, +4 surplus,-1 Aether)

[Wootman]

His rage long spent, Mzuuthn'liex takes the Ender stone from the Serpent and flies to the ruined world that had once belonged to the self-proclaimed Destroyer. Crushing the Ender stone in his claw, he scattered the dust over the surface of the desolate world before he began gouging into the rock in soil.
Toiling until the world was had been significantly hollowed, he spoke to the black dragons, allowing them to live as they willed until he called on them again. As the Serpent went back to slumber on the black world, Mzuuthn'liex settled into the hollow core of the ruined world and went into his own sleep.

Spending 1 divine point to destroy the Ender Stone and scatter the dust over the ruined world that belonged to Locathan, claiming the world as my own. Spending 1 divine point to hollow much of the world out and form the hollow into Mzuuthn'liex's lair.

[Trufflehound]

Moskul created an avatar, a great bird embodied with his essence, and left it to wander above the seas forever, to bring luck to travelers and to protect the ocean and the wild gulls. With that he returned to the hall of the fourteen, mourning for the those who were missing.

Gor the Hunter continues to harry the dragons. The seven hounds hunt them out of the deepest crevices of their planet and Gor slays each with his spear, adding their claws to his belt.

1 divine point spent to create avatar.

[Blackfish]

Within his mountain, hidden from all eyes, Voroshk forges a new artifact. He finally emerges with it, a weapon to replace the hammer he has given to his Golems. It is a great axe, honed to perfection, named Sunder.

His second act of the age is to create a new system of gateways.. There is a gateway on all the primary celestial bodies, including the White planet, Black planet, and water planet, as well as Kar-Leon's moon. Additionally, one gateway is linked to a gateway in space, orbiting the Grey planet. A gateway corresponding to each of these is located inside the mountain on the Grey planet. Travel through these gateways is restricted to those who have keys, defined as any artifact crafted by the himself or the hammer he left in the hands of the Golems.

His acts of creation complete, Voroshk commands his Golems:

Spread. Take everything.

He then waves his hand, inscribing a rune deep within the soul of each Golem, designed to ward the race against divine meddling.

2 points to create Sunder, an artifact axe.

1 point to open the portals. On the White planet, the gateway will be placed within the walls of WAAR.

My final point of the round goes toward warding the Golems against all divine influence, including my own.

[Wootman]

Through his mind and dreams, the Great Dragon directs his black dragons to spread through out the worlds and to live as mortal life would. The ultimate predator, they were survive on flying creatures, thrive and multiply.

[Trufflehound]

Moskul first saw the wild disappearing beneath the iron-shod boots of civilization, and then beneath the iron feet of the Golems. To preserve this, on the white planet he created great insects, robbed of their flight; these were the rust monsters.

1 more divine point spent, to create nonsentient life.

[Eshkigal]

Nordul wept at the loss of their brother, for many years. Then, he saw the march of the golems to conquer all, and what Voroshk had done.
"This will not do, to have one race conquer all."
He looked to the shards of the trees he had made on the Gray Planet, and back to their origin. Breathing life into their shards, he makes them all parasitic, with golems as their main source of food.
"Forgot about them, didn't you, brother?"
He looks to his people, warring with the humans still. He sends a small seed down to the planet (at least, small to the gods). Where it lands, a tiny fraction of him grows, and goes to his people. Thus, did Nordul come to walk amongst his people in this time of strife.
(1 point to make the trees parasitic, slowly using the golems as a food source and a way to spread their species. 1 point to make an Avatar to help his kobolds.)

[Hbgplayer]

Kar-Leon is stunned and Horrifyed by Locathan's death. Even while he did not agree with his thoughts that all creation at one point must be destroyed, he was still a god and his Brother.
Mzuuthn'liex, you will pay for this! Not now, and not for awhile, but Know this, your punishment, along with Voroshk's, will be harsh and just! Kar-Leon vows before moving back to his Moon. There, he sets to making an artifact for his followers. This artifact has no set shape. Instead, it starts out in the form of a book, but, upon being grasped by a mortal of Good moral character who wishes to help all living beings, no matter the species, it grants the user to use both Divine and Arcane magics that could almost rivial that of the gods, and it turns into a weapon that would be best to be used by whatever species uses it. It could not stay in possesion of a single user for more than one year, however, for at the end of the year, the power given by The book of Kar-Leon would consume the body of the user, killing his link to mortality for all eternity, and giving him residence upon the Moon for all after-life. Those that were of neither good nor evil would be compulsed to imeadiatly set the book down and to rid itself from its presence for a number of hours. Of those that are evil and touch it, only the most powerfull and under the direct protection of their gods will not be completely and utterly destroyed. Those that survive must never set sight upon the book again.
After he completed it, he gave it to his cheif Samaritan to give to the leader of the Elves. He then spoke to all that are good. It is time. You must band together under the leadership of Armlios [leader of the elves] to fight for your homes. Rid your planet of the scourage of the Golems, for they threaten your very existance. Do so now.
He then turned to his servants, the Samaritans. Remove the creations of Voroshk from my sanctuary!
Three Divine Points consumed:
2) Creating The Book of Kar-Leon Those of neutral alignment must stay away from the book for 1d20 hours minus base will save.
Those of evil alignment must make a DC 30 will save or be destroyed, soul included. Those that survive must make the same save each time they lay sight on it.
1) Rallying all good, non-Golem mortals to war against the Golems.
My Samaritans are now at war removing the 40 Golems I initally allowed on the Moon from it.

[Grim ranger]

Many mistake wind for life-giving, gentle force. That is not true. While it is true that it has those qualities, one would be a fool to ignore it's power. A slight breeze can quickly turn into raging storm, and when loosed fully wind's fury can tear down civilizations and even shake gods on their thrones. So remember what I am about to teach you, younglings, for to anger the wind is to fall headfirst into your own grave.
-Sc'rett, a senior Skylord, instructing novices

Even when hidden from the universe and watching over his newly created people beyond raging divine storms, Whidel can still feel the death of one of his brothers rattle the universe. Stars turn red as if bleeding, and Aether itself seems to be in anguish over the death of one of it's sons. Dropping into sheer dive from his stable flight, Whidel allows himself to hit one of the floating continents making up the Eye of the Storm, making it tremble and shake as great impact crater is formed around him. His robes steaming and hissing after the impact, Whidel looks into the sky in silence... And suddenly lets out a howl. A great, terrible howl of untold grief and rage, sounding quite much like some horrid beast about the end the universe. All around known creation winds suddenly become frenzied, Whidel's howl mixing into them to create raging wails of grief, with smaller tones whispering "trechery!" and "murderers!" quietly but still audiably.

A miniature but terribly potent storm manifests around Whidel as he slowly stands up, it's power shaking the island he stands on before he takes flight again. His passage nearly tears open the fabric of creation itself, what is bending and shifting around him from sheer strenght of his uncontrolled power. Heading to the center of the universe, to the hall of the gods, Whidel raises his voice again, screaming with rage once again before sending out a message to Mzuuthn'liex with his mind.

You have slain one of your own family, one of our brothers! We are the firstborn of Aether, and yet you would turn your hand against one of your kin instead of trying to preserve peace? And for what? Meaningless conflict over small slights?! You are cursed, Kinslayer, and all of what is will know it. Your punishment will come soon, for there is no escape from what you have done!

Whidel's normally so cheerful face is twisted with agony and hatred, his eyes on white fire as he raises his fist in the air. "Curse you! CURSE YOU BOTH, Mzuuthn'liex and Voroshk! I will make you PAY for your transgressions against the creation! Brothers, I call you to me! Come to hall of divinity, and we shall punish those who try to wreck all that we hold dear! This age of suffering and destruction must end, and it is time we avenge that what we can no longer defend!"

[Blackfish]

Voroshk heeds the call to the Hall of Divinity, wielding his newly-forge great-axe.

"Brother, are you attempting to spread dissent among the gods? To spark further bloodshed? While I would normally approve of all warfare, I do not think now is the time for us to fight. The Aether is still reeling from the death of the usurper, a tragic necessity. What might the death of another do to it?"

[Wootman]

Within his dreams, the Mzuuthn'liex felt the death of each dragon. Taking some of his power, he infused the dragons. They would become swifter, stronger, more intelligent, and a most important change had come to them all. When on dragon died, all the other dragons would receive it's power; in turn, they would grow mightier in all things.


1 divine point, Changing all dragons so they are more powerful, faster, and more intelligent. As well, when one dragon dies, his soul is inherited by all the other dragons granting them the slain one's attributes (they become stronger, faster, smarter, and so on). Note that this applies to all dragons, black, good, and anything inbetween.

[Grim ranger]

His face still twisted into hateful countenance, Whidel points at Voroshk with Rod of Storms, the small, elaborately carved piece of smooth white wood extending until it is a quarterstaff crackling with thunder and surrounded with wind that make his long, mist-like hair swirl like miniature cloud. "You are fooling yourself. There is no dissent to spread, for there is no one to take your side. It is not dissent if you are alone with your delusions. Rather, it is call to arms against a butcherer of everything we have tried to accomplish."

Gripping the staff with both hands, Whidel spins it around himself, hovering slightly off the floor as miniature tornado forms around him. "And that "usurper" was your brother. Show his passing proper respect and grief, for it was not a necessity. Nothing like one of us destroying another is necessary!"

"And don't worry, Voroshk... I am not like you. I know many ways to make you harmless that do not require me to kill you. So call your golems off the other races, or you can gamble it and see how nice I am after one of my brothers has been killed."

[Blackfish]

Voroshk laughs, a hollow sound coming from within his armor.

"The usurper wished to see us all dead, and our creations gone. I have no interest in this existence ending so soon. Therefore, I aided another of our brothers in defending all of us, even if you are too full of self-righteousness to see it."

"As for the Golems, they will do as they will. They will succeed, or fail, by their own actions. But if the actions of mortals gives you such grief and anger, brother, I will give them a code to fight by. This might do something to alleviate the destruction of the weaker races, without infringing on the right of all mortals to wage war."

[Grim ranger]

"If you are so intent on waging war, war is what you shall have. But I will make sure that you will not be danger to anyone after our clash" the god of air growls dangerously. "You made the golems what they are, and because of your creation countless innocents are dead. I am going to hit you once for every life lost... I only hope that I could inflict upon you everything that they have suffered because of you. One punch for each seems unjust for the fates they suffered due to your actions...brother."

[Blackfish]

"It would seem, when times become dire, that you are nothing but a coward. You once championed freedom, brother, but look at your now. Though I regret that it has come to this, I will fight you if necessary. But I will not strike first."

[Wootman]

'Send the mortals to battle his as they were inclined to do, let this be how you express your wrathful intent. Make no direct attack on Voroshk, else I be called from my sleep to his aid.'

[Grim ranger]

Looking into a spot of air slightly to Voroshk's left, Whidel's eyes blaze with fires of rage. "Show yourself, Kinslayer! Come here so that I can give you your just punishment for killing one of our very family! Do it, or I will be forced to seek our out... And trust me, you will not like it."

Looking at Voroshk again with disgust, Whidel shakes his head. "You don't understand... but I suppose you never did. Being free is not being completely without boundaries: for everyone completely without limits, ten others suffer and die. It is the way things are, brother. Being free to wage war and cause destruction for it's own sake is not freedom... It is a curse."

[Eshkigal]

"If I were not low on my own power, I would take a hand for Locathan, Voroshk. As it is, I had to spend it to give the mortals a better chance against your creations, who were so eager to take gifts from one of mine."
He stands in the door of the Hall, looking at the two.
"You helped cause the mess that took one of our own out of this world. There is one thing that you and Mzuuthn'ilex can do to fix this. Upon the next age, let us see if we cannot bring back our brother and NOT tear each other apart for sleights that only two people perceive. Agree and live. Disagree and find war upon you and yours.":smallannoyed:
He looks at the worlds, and at the golems.
"I hope the golems appreciate their new position on the food chain. Keep in mind, as you watch them, that I can do oh so much worse against them, and take what is about to happen as a sign that you have erred, you traitorous bastard."

[Hbgplayer]

NO! Kar-Leon appears between Voroshk and Whidel. There Shall Not Be Further Divine Warfare While I Still Live. He states, looking between the two. There has already been too much damage done with the death on one of us, I do not wish to see any more. Kar-Leon then turns to Whidel. Think about what you are doing, brother. You say that you do not want warfare, yet you are doing nothing but provoking more of it! You, Voroshk. I am deeply disapointed in you. I know that you revel in trechery and suffering, but how could you have let one of us die? What did it gain you but the possiblity sooner destruction from destabalizing the Aether?
Mzuuthn'ilex! Show Yourself! If you don't, I will come crawling into your hidey-hole and pull you out my self!

[Grim ranger]

"If we take him out of Creation now there will not be war!" Whidel snarls, still holding his staff with both hands. "I have felt too many mortals dying because of his actions, and their souls demand me to do something! I will not lower myself to killing my own brother, but I will make sure he never hurts anyone ever again! Why cannot I end the threat right here, right now?!"

[Dead]

Still cloaked in his safe web of shadows, Mordeshul forges a dagger laced with all the poisons of all the worlds. Before he enchants it from damage, he uses an acid to etch Mareshell on it.

"He who attacks me and mine will feel the bite of this dagger"

He took the dagger and created an image of it. He caste this less powerful image down to the planet for his dragons to use.


-1: Create Mareshell, a poisoned dagger that can change forms to assist the wielder in assainations
-1: Create a slightly weaker copy of Mareshell and caste it to the dragons to help them defend themselves from the golems.

[Jzadek]

The ashes of the Aether coalesced, vibrating in a final whisper, that would be immortalised in myth as the Song of Locathan.

...And as the god of Entropy passed into a state of inert uniformity, his atoms settled down to watch. For even in these early days, the End of All Things began to take shape. It began with the spilling of the blood of a single deity. It would end with the spilling of the blood of every deity...

Across the Aether, these words swept, ingraining themselves into holy books and the minds of priests. For while the god was dead, its creations still remained - disease still ravaged the lands, and the strangelets still floated in space, awaiting their final cue. And perhaps, somewhere, an aspect of Locathan the Destroyer, Locathan the Slain, was still conscious, watching, waiting, as its final works began to take shape towards the dusk of reality...

[Vardianor]

Raih inspect how the Golems waging wars with the mortals and he want this to stop.He ordered his avatar,Umbali to lead the Radashtan for a raid against the Golems.
"It is time,you must lead a raid against the Golems.Use the cloak that I gave you and victory will be yours"
After giving his order,Raih sit at his throne,waiting how the raid will turn out...

[ArlEammon]

Doga
Doga returned to his god-brothers with a curious and saddened look on his face. "So, Locathah is dead now. My brothers, it would be most unwise to continue with these conflicts among us. I can sense the war against eachother may be the very weapon that dooms us all, and thus the worlds my brothers have made. Please reconsider vengeance."

He thinks for a moment. "It would be well for us to bring a justice of consequences against the slayer of Locathah, but revenge should be out of the question."

[Trufflehound]

Moskul laughed at his quarreling brothers. "This will go nowhere good. Dear Voroshk, you wish for war; I would never deprive you of it. There will always be war in one place or another. And this is not completely bad. You may have wars, but choose your battles wisely. We will not tolerate war for war's sake alone. Fight traitors and backstabbers. Fight those who destroy without building up. Fight that which has become too powerful.

"Whidel, if you attack Voroshk because of his ways, he will only be the happier for it. He thrives upon war. But if he throws destructive forces aimlessly, use your wits. A pebble can change the course of a river; the roots of the weak trees tear apart mountains."

Moskul then created the Sea-Gods, great beings who roamed the seas of the white planet. They were given powers over the wave and the wind, to bring calm or storm, sun or rain.

1 point spent to create minions, with minor weather and open sea domain powers. My avatar can do this while I'm in the hall of fourteen, right?

[Eshkigal]

"That doesn't mean he and Mzuuth should go unpunished, Moskul. What if we bound their energies to repairing the damage they did? The very Aether weeps at their treachery, after all. They should help make things right."

[Trufflehound]

"Indeed. Our brother is gone forever. But perhaps they could bring life to the Aether - pour some of their life, thought and power into a seed of energy which would become the fourteenth. Brought to life by their life and thought, but foreign to them. Another god, another brother. I do not know if it can be done twice, Nordul, but only this way can they heal the wounds they inflicted.

I declare this doom upon them."

Spending one point to bind them to create the fourteenth. I don't know how many gods it takes to really bind them to the task, and I don't know what it takes to create a god. But this is a start, I guess.

[Algerin]

"The Golems were the greatest enemy to the world in the fifth era. More people were crushed under the iron feet of the golems, and no matter what, they just kept coming."
-The World: A Retrospect of the Last 10 Eras.

The White world was briefly brought to it's knees by the Golems. They marched straight into major cities and destroyed everything in their path. Cities, Mountains and forests were all torn down to make way for the Golem war machine. But then, the civilized races fought back. Massive flightless insects came forth and began to devour the Golems, their very touch causing the golems to falter and rust. Along the coast, dragons and elves staged daring hit and run attacks on Golems, destroying one or two before vanishing. To the north of WAAR, a combined army of Kobolds, Humans and Terranie was formed and stood fast against the Golem onslaught. On the Moon, a host of Samaritans descended upon the tiny Golem outpost and crushed it within hours. The Golems were forced to fall back on all fronts.

In the Aether, the Deities continued to argue, some seeking to avenge the death of Locathan and others simply not speaking or taking a side.

Thus began the sixth Era.
CURRENT POINTS(ROUND 6)
Name: Doga(Armin)
Divine Points-3(+1 Round,+3 Surplus -1 Aether)

Name: Voroshk(T-42)
Divine Points-4(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers,+2 Sphere(War, Artifice,Bravery)

Name : Raih(Vardianor)
Divine Points-8(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers, +1 Blood Sacrifice,+5 surplus)

Name: Whidel(Grim ranger)
Divine Points-6(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers,+1 Celestial Object , +3 surplus)

Name: Jim-Bob(3.1415926535897)
Divine Points-8(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers, +6 Surplus)

Name: Kar-Leon(Hbgplayer)
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +1 Celestial Object, +1 Worshipers)

Name: Nordul(Eshkigal)
Divine Points-2(+1 Round,+1 Worshipers)

Name: Mzuuthn'liex(Wootman)
Divine Points-3(+1 Round, +1 Celestial Object, +1 Sphere(Destruction)

Name: Moskul(Trufflehound)
Divine Points-4(+1 Round,+1 Celestial Object, +1 Worshipers, +1 Shrine)

Name: Vel'kor(Erik Vale)
Divine Points-5(+1 Round, +1 Celestial Object,+3 surplus)

Name: Mordeshul(Dead)
Divine Points-2(+1 Round, +1Worshipers)

Name:Fel and tel, Feltel(humson)
Divine Points-8(+1 Round, +1 Worshipers,+6 Surplus)

Name: The Nothing(Anecronwashere)
Divine Points-9(+1 Round, +1 Celestial Object, +1 Worshipers, +6 surplus)


NEW RULE: Imprisoning a God
Imprisoning a god takes the god out of play. To imprison a god, one Divine Point must be spent. Every round after, the cost to keep the god imprisoned is doubled. So the second round, 2 points must be spent to keep the god imprisoned, 4 points the 3rd round and so on. While imprisoned, the god will only gain a single Divine point every round, plus whatever they had before being imprisoned.

Multiple gods can contribute points to keep a god imprisoned. An imprisoned god may break free by spending more points then is spent keeping him imprisoned. The God is automatically freed if the upkeep cost can not be paid.

[Dead]

"This land still is missing something." Contemplating the world, he notices a lack of death in the forests. Those who live their die mainly of old age or being eaten. Reaching beneath his cowl, he grasps a bit of his flame and flings it to the ground. It starts the first forest fire, and burns continuously. It slowly consumes parts of the forest. Mordeshul's fire elementals frolic in this fire, delighting in the new flames to explore.

[Grim ranger]

Still not calming down much but not attacking right away either, Whidel looks at Moskul. "So they can get away with all the suffering that they have caused by creating someone new? It is not the same, brother, and you know it. Those golems are still killing the mortals while we are held up in here, and killing one of our own is something that shouldn't and CANNOT be forgiven. What will you do when they begin to kill again and depend on your mercy to save them once again? I have not been part of creating this existence just to see wayward kin destroy it all to suit their own needs. We have to contain them: killing is not necessary, but we can make sure that they cannot hurt anyone."

[Eshkigal]

"That is what I mean in a way, brother. They can't harm anyone if their power is bound to tasks of construction and peace and monitored. However, there shall be a reckoning if it happens again. As for the mortals, I will give them a fighting chance."
The plants rise up against the golems, manipulating the land and devouring them for nutrients. Meanwhile, in their tunnels, the kobolds find bountiful food for their rapidly growing populations, as the Avatar of Nordul finds them.
(1 point to make all forests gigantic mobile hive entities that use golems and forest fires with their dead to nourish the next generation, 1 point to make new food source of underground plant and fungus life for kobolds, to reduce war with other races later. Can I interact with them via my avatar in these posts?)

[Trufflehound]

"If we give something freedom, they must be allowed to abuse it - at least to an extent. The golems are free. Now they wage war, but maybe sometime they will use their tireless strength for a better purpose. To heal and build up instead of killing and tearing down. Do not condemn them yet. And our brothers here, perhaps they cannot be forgiven. Creating something new is never a full replacement of the old. And perhaps they will never encourage that which is good. But perhaps they can. We must give them freedom, so that they can change. And sacrificing some of their own strength to create another would be a good first step."

[Vardianor]

The war against the Golems was going well and Raih was pleased with this.But the Golems never tired and don't have any fear.Raih then imbued some of the Radashtan with magical powers that could raise the dead back from the grave.This caste of Radashtan was named Necromancers and will supplying the war with hordes of undead.

[Grim ranger]

Seemingly pondering the points presented by his brothers over for a moment or two, Whidel eventually calms down noticeably, looking very depressed and exhausted instead of wrathful. Really, it is rare wonder that he does not burst into tears in his current state.

"I...believe that you are right, brothers. We must have freedom: even if justice cannot be always done due to such, freedom must endure. That does not mean that I forgive them, however: slaying one of our own and starting war that has left countless mortals dead across all of the worlds are deeds that I will never forgive" he says, directing an angry glance at Voroshk. "If either of them will attempt anything like what they have done again, there will be a battle between us."

Half sitting and half collapsing into his seat, the god of air and life seems to lose his will to continue further with the arguments with his brothers, instead quietly sobbing for everything that has been lost meaninglessly.

[Trufflehound]

"Perhaps they could create a balance - one who naturally works against their destruction, one free, yet naturally predisposed to bring peace and refuge."

[Blackfish]

Your threats are meaningless to me, brothers. I did what I thought was best for us all, and I shall do so again should the need arise. You may be weak, but do not assume that I am as well. If you act against me, either to imprison me or to force me to work against my best interests, I shall act to defend myself.

With that, Voroshk descends to his mountain to work while his brothers continue to bicker. The end result of his efforts is a giant metal box, twice as tall as a golem and with a recess in one size large enough to fit any golem that would stand in it. The box is made of copper and gold and steel, and threatens with spikes of onyx.

1 point to create the new artifact. It collects the souls of dead Golems, regardless of where they were when they died. A lifeless suit of armor can then be inserted into the recess and filled with the soul and memories of a dead Golem. This allows Golems to live and die multiple times, learning and experiencing more each time.

[Trufflehound]

Moskul leaves the council, approaching the castle of Raih. His face was, as usual, fairly emotionless. "Brother mine, I have not seen much of you. I simply wondered... could you imbue the cold hearts of the golems with ambition, rivalry, and just the slightest touch of treachery?"

[Vardianor]

Raih only nod to Moskul and begin to imbue the Golems with ambitions,rivalry,and treachery.Raih hoped with this he could divide the Golems into warring factions that kill each other.But since the Golems would be brought back alive once defeated,it would create an endless war for the Golems and most importantly an endless chaos.After casting the magic,Raih only speak a few words to Moskul
"It is done"