Lords of Creation: Boundless Wonder, Endless Strife. [IC] [Part II]

[mystic1110]

Old IC Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=242781&page=50)

[Xondoure]

What may be perceived as the present

A god was in an argument.

"It is time to act!"

"Patience Arranan, we can't be sure of that yet. Being thought dead is a remarkable advantage."

Arranan paced around the fire twisting his twin swords in hand. The fox with whom he was speaking with lay comfortably as his eyes followed the young warrior.

"Any advantage at all is meaningless if we sit here for eternity doing nothing!"

"Until we know the consequences of our brethren awakening a neutral stance is to our greatest advantage."

"Or we could strike now before the other gods get back on their feet."

"Would friends like to know what Dien thinks? Dien believes subject Arranan proved a most successful prototype. Dien suggests we continue with the manifestation of the Renati."

"Watch yourself puppet." Arranan said as he swung down with his blade removing the head of the mannequin. The head rolled along the floor in haphazard circles before coming to a stop.

From its place on the ground the head continued. "Dien meant no offense. Arranan has proven himself a worthy aspect. This has already been noted." The rest of the body bowed towards the warrior as it spoke. Lystelle laughed at the puppet's antics. She had been sitting to the side; plucking the petals from a periwinkle.

"Dien is pleased to entertain."

Faydin growled in disapproval.

"Stop playing with the puppet Reisen. If you have something to say speak it with your own voice."

"Very well Faydin." The golden furred serpent whispered. His coils stretched all around them; circling off the conversation.

"I agree with your assessment, the time to act is not yet upon us. Though it will soon arrive."

"You've been saying that since I arrived Reisen."

Lystelle cocked her head. "But Arranan, that was only five minutes ago."

"It was five minutes here. That doesn't mean the rest of the world has been waiting on us."

Lystelle sighed. "However long it's been I'm sure things won't have changed that much."

"It's been two thousand years! Of course the world has changed!"

"Does anyone want to know what I have to say?" Spoke the flames.

"Not really."

"Oh."

"Then we are agreed?" Reisen asked.

Yes.

All at once the aspects shifted into infinite six winged butterflies. Each wing reflecting a different picture of the world as the eyes of the spirit foxes became the eyes of a god. In that flurry of movement the aspect of Arranan added one last thought before the fool returned to itself.

"Okay so I was wrong. Nothing has changed."

All AP Spent:
This is all the ap spent since the beginning of the game. It's organized into blocks of seven with the domain directly afterwards. And I've had Journeys: Protection and Mind: Cunning for a very long time. I believe my last expenditure of AP before the timeskip was infusing the winter lords and blessing the vinterike. The game started on may 10th with 15 AP for the starting gods. Reisen became a lesser god on the 24th with domain gain mind (cunning) the same week he joined the directors. Therefore he had gained 8 rollover AP prior to this action. Since then there have been six rollovers. Which would put him at 30 AP plus whatever PAP he had spent in time, however I believe he ran into the lesser diety wall last week and only gained 2 ap. As a result the total AP should equal 15 + 8 + 27 + (8) = 58.
Starting Domains, Change: Transmutation, Illusion: Trickery
4 - Labyrinth
1 - Spirit Foxes
1 - High Roads
1 - Bless
3 - Domain, Journeys: Protection
48
4 - Wyrms
1 - Serpent's Range
2 - Infuse
1 + (2) - Domain, Mind: Cunning
38
1 + (1) - Lords of Winter
(1) - Bless
2 - Infuse
1 - Join Directors
2 - Infuse
1 - Ice Age
1 + (2) - Domain, Deceit: Theft
26
2 - Vinterike/Northern Kingdoms
4 - Hallorn/???
1 - Lesser concept, constant flow of time
1 + (2) - Domain, Time: Transience
Remaining AP: 16
This is here mostly for my benefit. I'd suggest everyone else does at well, as it might be a good idea to check everyone's math.

I might add that I've spent PAP today because I decided to post this early. I think it should be fine, he won't be fighting anyone soon and today or tomorrow the rollover next saturday is the same.

One last note: the aspects only talk in different fonts when speaking with each other. When communicating with the outside world they all sound as if they're speaking in dark orange. Of course they still don't sound the same IC but... you get the idea.

Reposted here because I think it's a good intro of things to come, and now I can officially spend the PAP.

[Hydranova]

The Frozen Lands

Halasht's envoy wandered the tundra, growing more and more distraught over the state of the Ice-kin, unseen to all. Few were those, isolated from society, that held to the traditions of the old! Where were the heroes? Where were the champions, that sought honor and glory, to make themselves known? Feh. These people were naught but complacent shadows of an era he could recall....well, in his thoughts at least.

Bitter, the envoy wandered through a nameless region of tundra, scouring for a glimmer of light. He shouldn't have stepped forth, he shouldn't have gone, he shouldn't have had his rememberances tarnished....but then, he heard a tremendous and terrible noise. A metallic beast, seven heads, each with eyes empty of life glaring down at a group of humans. Hah! At last, a challenge! The envoy drew his sword, rushing forth at the hydra, seen only by the hydra should it notice him...and the boy.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Profaniti, Captain Eric

The Avaricia chuckled, white light, the same light that burned in his eyes, burned also deep in his mouth. It was a pure white light, but it was harsh... cold. "Well, I come with another such offer, but unlike the last offer this is not for a personal paradise on Earth. As per Isanloff's orders, we must do whatever we can to alleviate suffering, this is one such effort. We have been given a divine gift to deliver to the one who would aid in this noble endeavor, and we believe you and your fellow Knights are the only ones who are capable of it."

[Draken]

The Frozen Lands

One of the heads of the great monster notices an oncoming attacker,turning its beady black eyes towards him.

It opens its gigantic maw and screeches at the envoy, a sound that does not ring particularly loud, but so grave and with such a slow wave that its expanding advance can be seen in the air, the echoes of its approach sufficient to make stones tremble and bones tingle.

[mattsdelf]

The Red Desert: The shifting sands

Dawn comes up over The Red Desert. The sun scorches the sand once more, as it does every day. It never rains on the red desert. Today, the heat is overbearing, as if the sand itself is warm with the stress of the day. It will be historic how the rest of the day plays out. So many gods have incentives, motives, and ultimatums, now a war. And yet, today's mission is not a mission of war. It is a mission of peace and philanthropy.



The Lokab Empire

"Did yah have to make such a mess?" "F*ck you! I hadn't had any fer three years." Sekat snapped as he stepped away from the mangled remains of a goblin woman.

Jorik rolled his eyes, Sekat's definition of 'getting some' involved a lot more screaming and blood than he preferred. His sins, involved a more methodical pleasure.

"Whatever, what do we do with the kid?" "Eugh, you go ahead I'm not into that." "You know exactly what I meant."

Jorik walked forward towering over the sobbing child, "Might have someone he can go to?"

"Who can he go to now? Just let him starve." "You go ahead..." Jorik smiled cruelly, imagining his claws tasting flesh again, "I'll catch up."

Before he could do anything he heard a thump and turned in time to see a luminous being throw a spear at him.

Gwyn

The visions the censer showed her from the Lokab empire were... unsettling to say the least. The first thousand families she went to, she was too late, raped, murdered, and worse. Men, women, children, she had only seen such cruelty once before and that was after Alyveran slaughtered the goblins and whipped them into a frenzy.

She was in tears there were too many for her to protect and the censer made her see them. She saw every single innocent and all the possible ways they could've been tortured before they died.

Then she caught a break, she had been too late for the mother, but the child, thank the Creator the child was still alive! One goblin saw her, his claws still slick with blood. Before he could cry out she crushed his skull with one hand and threw her spear at the other, pinning him to the wall. The Spear returned to Gwyn's hand and the goblin slumped to the floor. The child curled into a ball.

Gwyn walked over to the child and put her hand on his head he twitched but did not move, lash out, or anything, "I cannot undo the past... but I can give you a future." She rubbed his head, "For now, sleep and dream of happier times."

The child disappeared only to reappear in the Hidden Isle, inside a temple to Kiolasa.

From that time until order was restored to the land, any who threatened a child, whether goblin, predator, hunger, or anything else. Would be opposed by a goddess.

Rollover: 0+5
Bless: The children of the Lokab empire are now under Gwyn's protection, she won't be able to save them all, but she'll save as many as deifically possible.

Ending AP: 4

By 'hunger' I'm not referring to Isanloff, just saying the children will find food when they're hungry.


You are right Belsheroth, I must help those who have suffered by your hand. And I will start by exposing your crimes to the world. Kiloasa wove a great curse then, one that would display exactly what had transpired since the beginning of the divine party up until Kiloasa's defeat of Belsheroth. It would show the destruction of the Lokab Goblins brought about by the fall of the Archliches, the pleas of Kiloasa for caution and the utter lack of remorse on the part of the Starlight Reaper.
The Trial of Belsheroth has begun. All of creation will be your judge and I will be the executioner.


Tresingiis goes to and sees the empire in ruins. He knows order can only come with civilization, which he will bring with those Cretaumfolk. he can't tonight, but he can help the sick, and famished goblins. He blesses the desert with a new plant for the sick and hungry.


Starting AP: 7 +1 PAP
Bless -1 AP
Remaining AP: 6 AP + 1 PAP

I have blessed the desert with the ponja fruit. I will explain what they do.

The desert has been blessed with Ponja fruit, these purple fruit grow despite the desert heat, they have green stems, and grow off of a vine like pumpkins do. They are about the size of pears, but on the inside, they have the consistency of cherries without pits. They are light purple, with green stems wrapped around them.and are a good meal, and sweet refreshment for any weary traveler in the desert. In addition to sustenance, these fruit heal sickness. He makes sure that the fruit runs commonly through all parts of the desert, but especially where the goblins of the Lokab Empire are located.

They do not heal all sicknesses, just mundane ones like flu, colds, and mild poisons. Well crafted poisons, Lycanthropy, severe illness such as small pox, cancer, or any plague or magical sickness are unaffected.

His hope is that the goblins will eat it, and stay alive, out of so much pain until the host of Cretaum walk the part of the desert they inhabit. He can't do anything about the chaos or anarchy until they arrive. He seeks out Gwyn, and conveys" I will do much to help these people. You aren't alone in your efforts."




The former Lokab Empire:


There was a meteor shower that night, the sky filled with celestial sparks.
But unknown to the inhabitants below, huddled in their homes behind barricaded doors, this was a blessing in disguise.
Tiny fragments of crystalline dust fell over the houses and were breathed in by Goblins.
At once, the minds of the lucky few were filled with knowledge. Knowledge of healing and protection, unrivalled by all save the Church of Belsheroth.




"Your help is most appreciated, I will continue to protect the children until your people arrive. Then I will leave this land to you."


Tresingiis let's out a sigh of relief at Gwyn's response. " I've got to help them as much as I can before my people are ready to come over here." Tresingiis knows that with starvation, thirst, and sickness, people start to go mad. Social order breaks down when scarcity such as this occurs, and it becomes a free for all with raids and gangs. He hopes he can act quickly, and with enough force so that does not happen. " I've no idea how to keep social order in such a catastrophe. Not with so many goblins. "



Wildings

Among the goblins they walked in secret. Small things were done, simple things, during the time of the Archliches. The Wildlings were masters of disguise, especially those Druids of Form, who could assume the form of any living creature so completely that even the gods themselves had difficulty seeing them for what they were.

They dared not act openly, only Druids of Faculty had the mental fortitude to withstand the Archliches Geas, and even then not very well. So the few Wildlings that could brave the harsh desert and roving bands of geassed guardsmen had been forced into hiding, helping one or two goblins at a time escape to safer lands.

They had heard the call when Kiloasa made Trisengiis. What he knew, they knew. It was time for the Goblin exodus. The Cretaumfolk would come to free the Lokab Goblins, to redeem them in the eyes of the Manyfold Guardians and save them from the Archliches. But they had no time to act. Belsheroth made his move and the Empire fell around them. As soon as the geasses were lifted, the Wildlings revealed themselves. They swept up the goblins in as many great groups as they could. Most by force. But it wasn't enough, no amount of power could have saved all the goblins and this was a task that demanded no less than perfection.

Their actions weren't enough. They weren't good enough.

The Red Desert: Tresingiis

Tresingiis flew over the desert in the heat. The heat gave him strength on his westward journey. He had left the former Lokab Empire to go to his people for his appointment at noon. That night, he had used his power and influence to bring food and health to all he could. The wildlings have rounded them up, and many large groups are ready for exodus from their broken empire. He flew over the sand with gusts of air in his wings, it seemed like following a dusty path, he rolled to his side, and his wing skimmed just above the surface of the sand, it's air-trail causing whirlwinds. He rolled over, and did the same on the other side, he knew he had no time to waste, but that he needed to give the cretaum time to get ready. He cursed Belsheroth over what he did to the goblins, over what he did to the millions of goblins in the lokab empire, though Tresingiis couldn't help but to feel that it would come to this eventually. He thought and meditated while he flew. He thought about why he was created, and what his mission was: to look over the desert, and ensure the safety of it's people. He flew closer and closer to Shreddokk, the city of the chieftains that represent tribes of the desert cretaum. They should have a host ready by now. Maybe undersupplied, inexperienced, and lost, but they would be ready for his arrival.

When he got there, Reddulch greeted him with respect, he was tired, for he had not gotten any sleep that night. None of the chiefs had. Their scouting party never returned, and nobody knew where Drestin was. Wherever he was, he would return, and be greeted with his next mission by Leon. The host was seven thousand cretaum, to millions of goblins, Tresingiis cursed, and hoped it would be enough. He arrived in a moment, and little was spoken. Reddulch doubted Tresigniis, all of his people where tired, and there couldn't possibly be enough. A bead of sweat rolled down his scaly face as he started to speak, but frowned, and awaited some comment by Tresingiis. Tresingiis gave no comment, he was focused, he said nothing, but a few words under his breath. In a moment, a wind picked up, a warm wind from the southeast, and a whirlwind consumed the host, all of them unharmed by the sandstorm. Clouds rushed, dark, rain and thunderbearing clouds. It never rained in the Red Desert.

Starting AP:6+1 PAP
bless: A bizzare rainstorm in the desert that cools but does not disrupt the sand.
bless: Transportation by a whirlwinding sandstorm of an entire host of cretaum to the other side of the desert.

Remaining AP: 4+1 PAP

They emerged from the whirlwind far from where they started, and unharmed. The wind from southeast brought in a humid, cool storm, which was unexpected from the Lord of the desert whom so valued smoldering heat. Relief should come soon.

Reddulch

The wind picked up when they arrived, it almost seemed surreal, Like watching a star explode in the night sky, not making a single sound unless you look at it, when it's sound pours in through your eyes. The desert sun darkened, and the wind blew, and the sands where soft and cool. And then he froze; A drop of water fell on his cheek, and he knew it was not sweat. Then another. And another. Soon, it was raining hard, and then it let up, drizzling constant.

This was unheard of! When could it rain? Why should it anyway? Rain would erode the desert, make the dunes watered down and flat. We could take the heat. I can't believe this, I still have to lead my people through all of this, even if we where teleported, it is still miserable! Yet duty makes me do all this, and more in Tresingiis' name. And so I must continue.

He called a meeting by raising his feathered spears. " All of you, split into groups of three, and spread out like a fan, we are in the United goblin Emirates, we will march east, just a little further to be in the remains of the Lokab Empire. Division one, go and ask those of the Emirates who will help to send any goblins they can to us to help. Divisions two, three, and four spread out northeast, due east, and Southeast. Division 5 follow me to the capitol."

The United Goblin Emirates

Division one rode to the remaining intact goblin Emirates to ask for help, and union with the Cretaum and Lokab Empire. They where calmed by the storm, their numbers at about 500, for the bulk of the numbers where needed to help with the Lokab Empire. They marched and arrived. They where led by Gridlan, a tall dark red cretaum. They waited at the gates of the city they came across, hoping to be greeted by an emir.

The rest of the host marched the rest of the way to the goblin cities destroyed when the Lokab Empire fell. Tresingiis and Reddulch at the front of that. It was spectacular, the storm seemed to grow with the movements of the troops, and the rain followed in the footsteps of Tresingiis, the water drops that fell and evaporated fizzle and die, but behind them, the advancing storm drops too many for the heat to boil, and it starts to cool and soften the earth and sand. But the dunes never sank. The sand never turns to mud, the water does not pool. It is quite bizarre, the water just sinks through the sand after it's finished cooling it off.

The Destroyed Lokab Empire.

Tresingiis knew that he, as a god, should not be completely responsible for capturing that which hated the gods. He should let mortals help mortals. Besides, no one being can reform an entire society. If he personally claimed the new nation, it would just be the gods overthrowing resistance, it would lead to silence, and forced obedience. He also knew that he had to fix the problem that he was created to fix, and to bring prosperity to a plagued land. Many things burdened him as they approached what remains of the Lokab Empire. For this reason, when they arrived, Tresingiis let Reddulch lead into the capitol, and Tresingiis himself helped with the destroyed land, and other goblins.

The Lokab Capitol

The cities burned, smoke rose above the buildings. Goblins panicked, running amuck in the street. Crimes of all sorts took place, burglary, arson, murder, rape, gangs formed in this broken wasteland. When the division arrived in the city, there where many things happening. They saw groups of wildlings struggling to keep groups of goblins in line. They saw a woman have the blessed fruit Tresingiis made taken from her. They saw lines of goblins running from building to building. A city in ruins.

Reddulch said to his division, " Split up, split up all over. Let the wildlings help you keep order, make sure nobody else is mugged, or killed. We will gather all of the remaining goblins up, and march them out of the city. We will have all of them stand outside the city, and we will speak to them from of things to come. There will be an assembly of all the goblins in the city. We will organize them, feed them, give them water. This rain is putting the fires out already."

With that, they split up.

The Lokab Outskirts

Tresingiis already had reorganized many small groups of the goblins. He was moving from circle to circle, and the thousands of Cretaum where rolling over the sand. It wasn't so bad out here. We already have groups of three Cretaum apiece using their knowledge and power to heal each little enclave in the desert. They had an active team collecting the fruit scattered on the desert, and bringing it in, to be used to heal and to feed. The rain was cooling off the overheating desert, which made the enclaves cool, full of food and water, and a little safer. It was good, though Tresingiis wondered how Reddulch was doing in the capitol, and there was much more of the desert to go.

To be continued in the morning. Plus, if anyone wants to roleplay something in any of this, or want a specific thing to happen, feel free to do so. I hope I'm not godmodding. I feel like all of the quotes in the spoiler above should help understand this and the next couple posts. It's also a good thing to have in the beginning of part II.

[Xondoure]

The Frozen Lands

As the hydra appeared Imil pushed the boy behind him.

"Arranan get out of here!"

Turning to face the beast Imil spun his staff into place. As head after head rose from the ice he gripped the oak branch.

"Well that's new."

With all the strength of one who fights with fate hanging in the balance Imil plunged his staff into the snow. The sound of ice cracking booms like thunder over the landscape. All at once roots as thick as an eagles wingspan erupted around the hydra; wrapping themselves around its necks. The roots continued to split and entangle the beast in an effort to force it back down.

[Elricaltovilla]

The Explorer's Guild

Hans takes out a cylindrical device and examines the pearl. He keeps an excellent poker face, "Hmm, this is definitely worth a map, an atlas too, sea charts... why not I'm feeling generous!"

He keeps a poker face, but he can't insult such an exquisite pearl by saying it wasn't worth at least that much.

He pulled out a beautiful ruby (more valuable than pearls on the Hidden Isle, but no here). He tosses it to Willy, "Take this to Big Momma my boy. It ought to take care of her share."

"Bu-"

"I promise they'll be here until you get back, off you go my boy!"

Reluctantly, Willy leaves.

Hans looks at Kuruk all mirth gone from his face, "Now that he is gone we may speak candidly, what are your goals? And what type of ports would you like to prioritize?"



"We are, first and foremost, explorers. However we're also here to establish trade relations with other ports. So places that are 1. safe 2. wealthy and 3. well scattered. Also, if you have any... special documents that can get us into these ports with minimal inspections, that would be preferred." Kuruk was technically playing fast and loose with the laws of the Hidden Isle, but he didn't become head of the Merchant's League by following the letter of the law.




Work in silence? We do that already. But note that this is not an act of penance for us.
I will call your attendants now.
Silently, she spoke out to the nine Belsherai that followed her in age.
Hazael, Israfil, Cunaen, Morwenna, Jesaphina, Zerachiel, Lunadria, Cynthaia, Vanyanil. We are to attend to the will of Lord Kiloasa at all times.
Nine winged figures, clad in long black hooded cloaks over their enamelled armour appeared behind Anzhela. They bowed, as did Anzhela.
We are the eldest and most powerful of the Belsherai. The Council of Archangels if you so desire to refer to us as that.

I'll spend the AP to create their council when I get my Pantheon AP, whenever that is.

Kiloasa nodded to each Belsherai in turn. There are tasks that must be completed, and while I would normally do them myself, I might as well make use of you. In the air appeared three letters written on vellum scrolls in glowing green ink. The first task is to take this letter to Merolle, a thank you for building the mausoleum on Geasa that houses Aor and the rest of our family. It extends my apologies for my behavior prior to the Slumber of the Gods as well.

The second letter is for Isanloff. I asked Gwyn to speak with him on my behalf, and now I ask him once again to meet with me on neutral ground. Perhaps Morgazar if he is willing.

The last letter is for Yohalles, an invitation to meet with me here in the Mistlands. I was unable to introduce myself to him properly and I wish to remedy that. Three of you will complete these tasks, the rest of you except for Anzhela will direct the other Belsherai restoring the Lokab goblins to follow my instructions. It is most important that the Goblins are provided food and water, or many more will die. Kiloasa created a shard of green quartz. This gem contains limited knowledge of Druidism. It will instruct you in how to manipulate the cacti of the desert to make them better at storing water and more nutritious to eat.

Anzhela, you will stay here and attend me.

once all the other Belsherai have left on their tasks

Kiloasa was silent for a long while, eventually he spoke to Anzhela. You recieved the Trial of Belsheroth as well as all the others. Tell me, do you condone your lord's actions. Or do you agree with me that a little more time could have been spent to find a way to resolve the crisis without destroying the Lokab Empire?

I don't doubt you want revenge against me for what I did to Belsheroth, but I stand by that choice. I am asking you to think the thoughts Belsheroth did not. How should things have gone differently?

[Elemental]

Belsheroth's Mansion

"He does recover on his own... but if I leave him now, he will awaken weakened. Please let me attend him."

Brightfire thought for a moment. A longish moment at that.
You can stay. But if you try and eat him, I will eat you.
She glared at Gwyn suspiciously.
What are you called?



The Calasanctium Kingdom-Jennifer

The veiled threat didn't phase her, "of course not sir, the dispatcher must have been intercepted by a holdout group."

Naturally...
Now, I am eager to meet with your Captain. He has done a great service to the Kingdom, and I should like to congratulate him personally as soon as possible.
By now, they should be at their destination.



The Council

The knight shook her head, "I have none to bring to this council's attention."

Very well then. Unless Patriarch Amathol has further news from his meeting with Abadil, then we might as well adjourn.



Kiloasa nodded to each Belsherai in turn. There are tasks that must be completed, and while I would normally do them myself, I might as well make use of you. In the air appeared three letters written on vellum scrolls in glowing green ink. The first task is to take this letter to Merolle, a thank you for building the mausoleum on Geasa that houses Aor and the rest of our family. It extends my apologies for my behavior prior to the Slumber of the Gods as well.

The second letter is for Isanloff. I asked Gwyn to speak with him on my behalf, and now I ask him once again to meet with me on neutral ground. Perhaps Morgazar if he is willing.

The last letter is for Yohalles, an invitation to meet with me here in the Mistlands. I was unable to introduce myself to him properly and I wish to remedy that. Three of you will complete these tasks, the rest of you except for Anzhela will direct the other Belsherai restoring the Lokab goblins to follow my instructions. It is most important that the Goblins are provided food and water, or many more will die. Kiloasa created a shard of green quartz. This gem contains limited knowledge of Druidism. It will instruct you in how to manipulate the cacti of the desert to make them better at storing water and more nutritious to eat.

Anzhela, you will stay here and attend me.

once all the other Belsherai have left on their tasks

Kiloasa was silent for a long while, eventually he spoke to Anzhela. You recieved the Trial of Belsheroth as well as all the others. Tell me, do you condone your lord's actions. Or do you agree with me that a little more time could have been spent to find a way to resolve the crisis without destroying the Lokab Empire?

I don't doubt you want revenge against me for what I did to Belsheroth, but I stand by that choice. I am asking you to think the thoughts Belsheroth did not. How should things have gone differently?

Vanyanil, Cynthaia and Israfil took the letters and departed to deliver them.
The rest departed to instruct their fellows in the art gifted to them by Kiloasa.
When all the rest had departed and Kiloasa had spoken to her, Anzhela thought for a moment as to how best to word this diplomatically in a way that wouldn't set off Kiloasa's obviously nasty temper...
You are correct. I do so want vengeance. I want to cut out your black heart and roast it over the fires of Hell and feed it to the dogs.
But, now that my Father is dead, by your hand, I find that I must honour what he taught us even more than usual.
It is much too petty. I am immortal, so will not allow my heart to turn to anger and my mind to hover over which surgical instruments are most appropriate.
She looked off into the distance, clearly deep in thought.
Suffering. What is it?
To undergo pain, penalty or punishment? Be faced with deprivation, torment and agony? Untold millions suffered for three thousand years, more so than died due to recent events.
Was their suffering any less important than those who still lived? Deprived for an eternity, their minds tormented by the seals that pressed in around them?
The dead are still susceptible to madness, My Lord. Will respite in the Forests be enough to heal them? Can ten thousand years erase the memories of that time?
None know.
She turned to face him.
So yes. The suffering of countless millions weighs as more important than the suffering of countable millions.
His actions were not wrong, but nor were they strictly right.

Starting AP: 0 + 2PAP
Create Organisation: Council of Archangels. A sub organisation of the Belsherai, they are the ten eldest and most powerful of their race. 2AP
Remaining AP: 0

Note to Hipho, Mystic and Draken: The Belsherai delivering the letters are just going to hand them to you and leave.


A Small City in the Lokab Empire

Kasak was hiding. Actually... Everyone was hiding. But he was hiding the best. He'd often been bullied as a child because he was the smallest. But his claws were sharpest and his cunning also. So now, he naturally had the best hiding spot.
He owned a shop that sold second hand books. No one ever came looting for books and all his customers were dead, so he decided some quick renovations to his shop were in order.
The city of Galnkan was pretty old, built when the Empire was young. And most of the buildings were old as well. Even the Archliches had decided that the city was a monument to the tenacity of their people. Architecture was at its best after all when even low status buildings remain intact and in use for millennia.
As such, Kasak decided he'd put his claws to use, and he tunnelled a room out behind one the bookcases in the back room. No one would touch that bookcase. All it had on it were books printed in Imperial. Boring books written in Imperial. Seriously... What was he thinking when he purchased that comprehensive set of books on the history of Calasanctian Tax Law and Banking?
Still, they were reasonably attractive. Gilt edges and everything. But most importantly, they were heavy. No one would ever move that bookcase to look behind it. After all, everyone thought it was just solid rock.
Still... Kasak had the sharpest claws of anyone his age, and he managed to dig out a reasonably sized area, using the rock to barricade the front of the store. Hiding it in plain sight... Gosh those looters were idiots. It's almost as if they expected that rock was easy to come by. Particularly when they ransacked his shop a grand total of seven times.
Hmm... He seemed to be running low on supplies... At least Galnkan was spared the worst of the violence and it was safe to go out during the day if you weren't carrying anything valuable.
Thank the Ancient Gods - not that he'd ever be heard saying that out loud -for that Druid and the Goblin with his tamed animals that arrived last week. With their help, some mob justice had hedged out the worst people. But still... The Night was not safe.
So, unexplained expository thoughts aside, Kasak opened his bookcase door and headed out to pick some fruit from the Druid's orchard. Very kind of him to keep that for everyone.
On his way, he accidentally inhaled a few grains of sand floating through the air and he coughed.

Success for the Wildlings in the small city of Galnkan. But not very much success.
I hope you don't mind me making a Goblin second hand book merchant, but I assume that some Goblins like to read.

[Elricaltovilla]

Vanyanil, Cynthaia and Israfil took the letters and departed to deliver them.
The rest departed to instruct their fellows in the art gifted to them by Kiloasa.
When all the rest had departed and Kiloasa had spoken to her, Anzhela thought for a moment as to how best to word this diplomatically in a way that wouldn't set off Kiloasa's obviously nasty temper...
You are correct. I do so want vengeance. I want to cut out your black heart and roast it over the fires of Hell and feed it to the dogs.
But, now that my Father is dead, by your hand, I find that I must honour what he taught us even more than usual.
It is much too petty. I am immortal, so will not allow my heart to turn to anger and my mind to hover over which surgical instruments are most appropriate.
She looked off into the distance, clearly deep in thought.
Suffering. What is it?
To undergo pain, penalty or punishment? Be faced with deprivation, torment and agony? Untold millions suffered for three thousand years, more so than died due to recent events.
Was their suffering any less important than those who still lived? Deprived for an eternity, their minds tormented by the seals that pressed in around them?
The dead are still susceptible to madness, My Lord. Will respite in the Forests be enough to heal them? Can ten thousand years erase the memories of that time?
None know.
She turned to face him.
So yes. The suffering of countless millions weighs as more important than the suffering of countable millions.
His actions were not wrong, but nor were they strictly right.

Starting AP: 0 + 2PAP
Create Organisation: Council of Archangels. A sub organisation of the Belsherai, they are the ten eldest and most powerful of their race. 2AP
Remaining AP: 0

Note to Hipho, Mystic and Draken: The Belsherai delivering the letters are just going to hand them to you and leave.



So the mortal life has no value, then? Only the immortal afterlife of the soul is worthy of protection? If so, then doing this should not matter. Kiloasa raised his axe and brought it down faster than the blink of an eye mere inches from Anzhela's face. A wandering sheep had passed between them, now it was bisected cleanly in two. If the mortal life is worthless, then why have Hell? Their lives on the mortal plane have no value to you, so why should we punish or reward souls for their behavior in the mortal world? Why even have a mortal world at all? Why not just slaughter every single mortal now, so that they can all enjoy the eternal peace and contentment of your Starlight Forest?

Mortal life is infinitely more valuable than Immortal life because it ends Anzhela. You have never died, and you never truly will. Even if I slaughtered every single Belsherai like the pedantic fools you are it would count for nothing for you would simply return to the Starlight Forest. You have never asked one of the spirits you collect whether they even wanted to leave the mortal world yet, have you?

Now I am asking you to think critically here, something Belsheroth obviously puts much less value on than your ability to spout pointless rhetoric without thought for consequences. A fact I will remedy when he recovers... Yes, Anzhela I know Belsheroth is still alive. If he were dead, I would have had no need to curse him as I did. If the god of death were to die, then death itself would die. Mortals still die, I can sense it, so clearly Belsheroth still lives.

Now think critically Anzhela. Belsheroth is responsible for the deaths of millions of goblins, I am responsible for burying my axe in his liver. He acted to avenge the souls of the dead, his children, and I acted to avenge mine, the Goblins. He slaughtered millions of innocents because one goblin stood against him, I hurt but did not kill Belsheroth in response to his near genocide of the Lokab Goblins. So who is truly the black hearted, vile monster that you so truly hate?

Again, think critically what could Belsheroth have done differently? What could he have done to accomplish his goals without causing untold destruction and suffering? Because I know, and if you can figure it out as well, I will give you some mutton. Kiloasa magically levitated the sheep carcass over the fire and let it roast there.

Starting AP:0 PAP: 1
Create "Life"- 1 AP Ghosts
Ghosts are spirits that wish to linger on the mortal plane after death. Before the fall of the Lokab Empire they were few and far between, but now they are much more common. Thier reasons for wanting to stay vary from ghost to ghost.

This isn't a creation of Kiloasa, just something that needs AP spent on it.
Final AP: 0 PAP: 0

[The Bandicoot]

The High-Roads

And then when the road forks.....Go right. Yohalles says to a traveler, pointing down the road. With a nod and a thank you the traveler is on his way and Yohalles is walking the other way. When the letter comes he accepts it and bows. First-Bred.....watch this road.....there should be more travelers on it soon. and with that he turns and takes one step before teleporting to The Mistlands

The Mistlands

Kiloasa, you called for me? Yohalles asks. He looks a bit dirtier and more ragged then the last time Kiloasa saw him.

[mystic1110]

Cynthaia arrived by Isanloff along his route, who simply took the letter still folded and froze it solid. Isanloff felt the fool attack his brother, who was still alive and well, and had heard the fool announce his brothers crimes. The vainglorious arrogant fool thought they would believe the truth from his lips?

Young one, take me to your father. He is my brother and I will attend him.

Besides how could he read a letter, it wasn't even in braille.

[Draken]

Geasa

Merolle receives the letter from Kiloasa, reads it in silence and adds it to the files kept by the Guild.

The Frozen Lands

The great hydra is bound by roots, grunting in geasan.

"природа хіпі магія."

"Druidic* magic."

*not really.

One of the monster's heads screams, a much different pitch than the first howl, blasting outwards in all directions like the ripples made by a stone cast into still water. In the wake of this scream, grass turns to glass and all plant life and any unfortunate creatures in its wake are also rendered solidly vitreous, its waves impact the mortals as well, and they can surely feel the wave attempting to crunch their flesh and bones like a great weight and heat.

Another head follows this scream with a long whistle, painfully acute, and it shatters the vitrified plants and animals in a shower of shards, all too frail to pierce the monster's adamantine hide.

------

Council Chambers

Amathol speaks up to the council.

"Ladies and gentlemen councilors, Abadil has given me a price for the construction of the geothermal power sources. He has priced each one as the full time praise of two hundred and fifty men and women for ten years."

To note, the gnomes count the praise they request in hours of work, effectively. Amathol just listed the total price, which is 7,300,000 hours of 'work' (total). It is noteworthy that the above calculations consider a daily work routine of 8 hours, but disconsiders weekends and holidays (250 (people) x 8 (daily hours) x 365 (days per year) x 10 (years), obviously these specific numbers are not listed in the post itself because we haven't defined the duration of the day and the year in this world!) there is no timetable either, that is the raw price, payiment plans are the next step. And they probably involve hiring more than the aforementioned 250 people so that they don't have to work 365 days a year and still get the job done in less than ten years.

Following D&D rules for the profession skill, it is the same number in gold pieces for a capacitated but untalented (4 ranks in the skill, no ability modifier, no skill focus) worker to gain over the course of the same time period! So 7,300,000 gold per factory.

[Elemental]

So the mortal life has no value, then? Only the immortal afterlife of the soul is worthy of protection? If so, then doing this should not matter. Kiloasa raised his axe and brought it down faster than the blink of an eye mere inches from Anzhela's face. A wandering sheep had passed between them, now it was bisected cleanly in two. If the mortal life is worthless, then why have Hell? Their lives on the mortal plane have no value to you, so why should we punish or reward souls for their behavior in the mortal world? Why even have a mortal world at all? Why not just slaughter every single mortal now, so that they can all enjoy the eternal peace and contentment of your Starlight Forest?

Mortal life is infinitely more valuable than Immortal life because it ends Anzhela. You have never died, and you never truly will. Even if I slaughtered every single Belsherai like the pedantic fools you are it would count for nothing for you would simply return to the Starlight Forest. You have never asked one of the spirits you collect whether they even wanted to leave the mortal world yet, have you?

Now I am asking you to think critically here, something Belsheroth obviously puts much less value on than your ability to spout pointless rhetoric without thought for consequences. A fact I will remedy when he recovers... Yes, Anzhela I know Belsheroth is still alive. If he were dead, I would have had no need to curse him as I did. If the god of death were to die, then death itself would die. Mortals still die, I can sense it, so clearly Belsheroth still lives.

Now think critically Anzhela. Belsheroth is responsible for the deaths of millions of goblins, I am responsible for burying my axe in his liver. He acted to avenge the souls of the dead, his children, and I acted to avenge mine, the Goblins. He slaughtered millions of innocents because one goblin stood against him, I hurt but did not kill Belsheroth in response to his near genocide of the Lokab Goblins. So who is truly the black hearted, vile monster that you so truly hate?

Again, think critically what could Belsheroth have done differently? What could he have done to accomplish his goals without causing untold destruction and suffering? Because I know, and if you can figure it out as well, I will give you some mutton. Kiloasa magically levitated the sheep carcass over the fire and let it roast there.

Starting AP:0 PAP: 1
Create "Life"- 1 AP Ghosts
Ghosts are spirits that wish to linger on the mortal plane after death. Before the fall of the Lokab Empire they were few and far between, but now they are much more common. Thier reasons for wanting to stay vary from ghost to ghost.

This isn't a creation of Kiloasa, just something that needs AP spent on it.
Final AP: 0 PAP: 0

She did not flinch, and suppressed her sudden urge to sigh.
If you are wondering whether I fear death or can even die properly, then I do not know. I have life essence a plenty, but lack a proper soul. So I expect I can die, but not properly. If you hadn't struck my Father down he could probably explain this a lot better. It is after all... Beyond my understanding.
But, seeing as your education has been lax, I shall explain to you the reason why we have both life and death.
Anzhela clears her throat and raises her hands. Above them, an impossibly intricate diagram, almost like a clock appeared. Its gears moved slowly and steadily, shapes rotating around the edges.
This, is a physical representation of the cycle of life and death, the core of everything we understand about death and the mortal soul.
She tried not to look at it, because the movements of the gears would mesmerise her if she was not careful. As she spoke, a hand rose from the bottom of the clock and moved to point at the image of the Sun which then was eclipsed.
It's very confusing, and I don't understand what it all represents. But here are the basics.
Life is infinite. The divine capability to produce it can never be truly depleted, as such, death increases in strength and power throughout the ages.
But death can not destroy a soul, and the soul lingers after death. This energy can be harnessed and affect the natural world. However, this violates the fundamental principle of entropy. As souls can be created infinitely with or without the expenditure of divine power, the amount of energy in the Universe increases.
However, the Universe is like clockwork, its supposed to run down, not gain in energy.
Which I can demonstrate by removing this spring... It keeps the system in line with thermodynamics...
She removed a tiny spring on one of the weights. At once the device began to speed up and eventually tore itself apart.
That is why death happens. To stop the over-abundance of souls from destroying everything.
If I had of removed life, then it would have run down too soon and turned cold.
So we have life and death to keep balance to the cosmos.
At least... That's what we were taught.
Which is odd, because it is a cycle, but this represents a balance... I feel that something must be missing.
Apologies my Lord... You probably know all that already.
She put the now ruined model down.
But it answers some of your questions.
As for the others? Who do I truly hate?
No one. I want you to suffer, but I don't hate you. In time, I will no longer want you to suffer. So I am angry, not hateful.
And as for my Father's actions... A soul still feels pain after death. There is no respite for them on Ashkharh. While I freely admit Lord Belsheroth's haste in this matter, I understand why he acted so quickly to end the torture and imprisonment of who knows how many tens of millions. At least the dead now no longer suffer.
And I shall be fine with no mutton my Lord. I require no sustenance.

The missing part of the system is reincarnation to better offset the loss of energy due to souls departing.
Of course, it's much more complex than she understands.



Cynthaia arrived by Isanloff along his route, who simply took the letter still folded and froze it solid. Isanloff felt the fool attack his brother, who was still alive and well, and had heard the fool announce his brothers crimes. The vainglorious arrogant fool thought they would believe the truth from his lips?

Young one, take me to your father. He is my brother and I will attend him.

Besides how could he read a letter, it wasn't even in braille.

Cynthaia hesitates... They were under Lord Kiloasa's command now, and he said to deliver the messages and get straight to the next task...
Still... It would not be wise to anger Lord Isanloff and get their new temporary lord in trouble...
Of course Lord Isanloff, this way.
She led on, doing her best to avoid disturbing the Gnomes. Official Belsherai policy after all. Leave the Gnomes to their work.



Council Chambers

Amathol speaks up to the council.

"Ladies and gentlemen councilors, Abadil has given me a price for the construction of the geothermal power sources. He has priced each one as the full time praise of two hundred and fifty men and women for ten years."

To note, the gnomes count the praise they request in hours of work, effectively. Amathol just listed the total price, which is 7,300,000 hours of 'work' (total). It is noteworthy that the above calculations consider a daily work routine of 8 hours, but disconsiders weekends and holidays (250 (people) x 8 (daily hours) x 365 (days per year) x 10 (years), obviously these specific numbers are not listed in the post itself because we haven't defined the duration of the day and the year in this world!) there is no timetable either, that is the raw price, payiment plans are the next step. And they probably involve hiring more than the aforementioned 250 people so that they don't have to work 365 days a year and still get the job done in less than ten years.

Following D&D rules for the profession skill, it is the same number in gold pieces for a capacitated but untalented (4 ranks in the skill, no ability modifier, no skill focus) worker to gain over the course of the same time period! So 7,300,000 gold per factory.

Hmm... The question now Patriarch Amathol is...
How many will we need? And what is the cost to retrofit current industry to benefit from this new power source?
On the matter of payment... We shall have to double offerings to Merolle and increase the number of prayers offered to him to start off with. We'll do it slowly so as to be the least disruptive possible.
The Gnomes are usually reasonable with the time they expect their repayments. After all, we're still paying them off for other things.

Assuming of course... That offerings count.
And the fact that not all their debts have been paid is why they are often reluctant to go ahead with trade.

[Elricaltovilla]

She did not flinch, and suppressed her sudden urge to sigh.
If you are wondering whether I fear death or can even die properly, then I do not know. I have life essence a plenty, but lack a proper soul. So I expect I can die, but not properly. If you hadn't struck my Father down he could probably explain this a lot better. It is after all... Beyond my understanding.
But, seeing as your education has been lax, I shall explain to you the reason why we have both life and death.
Anzhela clears her throat and raises her hands. Above them, an impossibly intricate diagram, almost like a clock appeared. Its gears moved slowly and steadily, shapes rotating around the edges.
This, is a physical representation of the cycle of life and death, the core of everything we understand about death and the mortal soul.
She tried not to look at it, because the movements of the gears would mesmerise her if she was not careful. As she spoke, a hand rose from the bottom of the clock and moved to point at the image of the Sun which then was eclipsed.
It's very confusing, and I don't understand what it all represents. But here are the basics.
Life is infinite. The divine capability to produce it can never be truly depleted, as such, death increases in strength and power throughout the ages.
But death can not destroy a soul, and the soul lingers after death. This energy can be harnessed and affect the natural world. However, this violates the fundamental principle of entropy. As souls can be created infinitely with or without the expenditure of divine power, the amount of energy in the Universe increases.
However, the Universe is like clockwork, its supposed to run down, not gain in energy.
Which I can demonstrate by removing this spring... It keeps the system in line with thermodynamics...
She removed a tiny spring on one of the weights. At once the device began to speed up and eventually tore itself apart.
That is why death happens. To stop the over-abundance of souls from destroying everything.
If I had of removed life, then it would have run down too soon and turned cold.
So we have life and death to keep balance to the cosmos.
At least... That's what we were taught.
Which is odd, because it is a cycle, but this represents a balance... I feel that something must be missing.
Apologies my Lord... You probably know all that already.
She put the now ruined model down.
But it answers some of your questions.
As for the others? Who do I truly hate?
No one. I want you to suffer, but I don't hate you. In time, I will no longer want you to suffer. So I am angry, not hateful.
And as for my Father's actions... A soul still feels pain after death. There is no respite for them on Ashkharh. While I freely admit Lord Belsheroth's haste in this matter, I understand why he acted so quickly to end the torture and imprisonment of who knows how many tens of millions. At least the dead now no longer suffer.
And I shall be fine with no mutton my Lord. I require no sustenance.

The missing part of the system is reincarnation to better offset the loss of energy due to souls departing.
Of course, it's much more complex than she understands.


You did not answer my questions, Anzhela. Kiloasa said. Mortal life is valuable because it is finite. Once it is lost it can never be reobtained. That is why your system breaks down. The diagram you showed reveals even eternity is finite.

Since you obviously do not know how Belsheroth could have saved the souls of the dead without bringing more death, I suppose I will simply have to tell you. One Archlich was responsible for the seal. The name of that Archlich could have been easily obtained. The death of that Archlich would have released the seal. Then, a curse to prevent such a seal from ever being made again. Do you see how long it took me to come up with such a plan? Far too long for Belsheroth, but still only a day or two longer than it took him to decide to murder millions.

The overabundance of souls is not stopped. They crowd the Starlight Forest and Hell, they suffer there even as they suffered on Creation. And yet... Kiloasa brought up his own image. It was of a dinner table, around which a family of goblins sat. Night descended around them, and the spirits of the dead began to appear. They looked similar to the other goblins, probably family members who had passed on. The ghosts sat among their descendants, chatting with them, laughing and sharing as they did in life. Some bore horrible scars and wounds. Most looked sadly at the food they would never taste again, but when the meal was done they departed smiling. For some souls, life on Creation could continue after death. Some things are more powerful than the promise of an eternal afterlife.

[Elemental]

You did not answer my questions, Anzhela. Kiloasa said. Mortal life is valuable because it is finite. Once it is lost it can never be reobtained. That is why your system breaks down. The diagram you showed reveals even eternity is finite.

Since you obviously do not know how Belsheroth could have saved the souls of the dead without bringing more death, I suppose I will simply have to tell you. One Archlich was responsible for the seal. The name of that Archlich could have been easily obtained. The death of that Archlich would have released the seal. Then, a curse to prevent such a seal from ever being made again. Do you see how long it took me to come up with such a plan? Far too long for Belsheroth, but still only a day or two longer than it took him to decide to murder millions.

The overabundance of souls is not stopped. They crowd the Starlight Forest and Hell, they suffer there even as they suffered on Creation. And yet... Kiloasa brought up his own image. It was of a dinner table, around which a family of goblins sat. Night descended around them, and the spirits of the dead began to appear. They looked similar to the other goblins, probably family members who had passed on. The ghosts sat among their descendants, chatting with them, laughing and sharing as they did in life. Some bore horrible scars and wounds. Most looked sadly at the food they would never taste again, but when the meal was done they departed smiling. For some souls, life on Creation could continue after death. Some things are more powerful than the promise of an eternal afterlife.

The restore the millions slain to life. You have the power and Lord Belsheroth cannot stop you. But do not expect their memories to remain intact. One of my brethren looked long ago into the potential of souls being reborn in an attempt to fix the system and make the cycle work, but he determined that a soul cannot be restored to a body of the proper age and would have to be carried to term and be reborn.
The placing of a fully formed mind into one that has not yet even begun to grow results in irreversible fragmentation of the memory. Our father was sceptical and believed that such a system could be subverted for purposes of evil.
Anzhela watched Kiloasa's illusion. And that was all it was.
An idealist's dream.
She said this with a scathing tone.
You would doom all reality? Souls have weight My Lord. Proven mathematically beyond a doubt by the mortal Henry Ford.
If we allow souls to remain on Ashkharh for too long, then the problem that results will solve itself as Geasa falls from the heavens and destroys everything living.
She did not think she'd have to explain physics to a God...
Go ask Merolle. He will tell you that the orbit of the Rings relies directly upon the weight of Ashkharh and the Dark Moon to remain practically constant. If the weight of Ashkharh increases too much, then that system will fail. The Gnomes might save Geasa only for the Dark Moon to crash through the heavens.
She sighed.
They will have to weight until their loved ones die and can truly join them. A soul's hardships on the mortal world are too difficult to describe. At least in the Forests they can have rest.
They do not suffer. The Forests are eternal and infinite. But you would not know that, you have been there only once. And that was millennia ago...

Souls are not crammed into the Forests like sardines and Hell is not permanent unless you've done something really bad.
And by being sent there, to places physically separate from the mortal world, the excess energy from the souls can't affect things too much.
Thus her objections to people remaining is a result of science. Souls have energy, and because souls can be created from nothing, they increase the total energy of Ashkharh, thus increasing its mass.
And when its mass increases too much, the stable orbits of the Rings of Geasa and the Dark Moon will destabilise and someone will have to readjust the entire system to compensate. And they'll have to do it over and over again...
There's also the thing with the model (a metaphor for the Universe as you've already guessed). She showed it to Kiloasa in the hopes that he would fix it so it doesn't wind down, or so that when it did wind down it would rewind itself.
Divine laziness on Belsheroth's part.

[Hydranova]

Geasa

Merolle receives the letter from Kiloasa, reads it in silence and adds it to the files kept by the Guild.

The Frozen Lands

The great hydra is bound by roots, grunting in geasan.

"природа хіпі магія."

"Druidic* magic."

*not really.

One of the monster's heads screams, a much different pitch than the first howl, blasting outwards in all directions like the ripples made by a stone cast into still water. In the wake of this scream, grass turns to glass and all plant life and any unfortunate creatures in its wake are also rendered solidly vitreous, its waves impact the mortals as well, and they can surely feel the wave attempting to crunch their flesh and bones like a great weight and heat.

Another head follows this scream with a long whistle, painfully acute, and it shatters the vitrified plants and animals in a shower of shards, all too frail to pierce the monster's adamantine hide.

------

Council Chambers

Amathol speaks up to the council.

"Ladies and gentlemen councilors, Abadil has given me a price for the construction of the geothermal power sources. He has priced each one as the full time praise of two hundred and fifty men and women for ten years."

To note, the gnomes count the praise they request in hours of work, effectively. Amathol just listed the total price, which is 7,300,000 hours of 'work' (total). It is noteworthy that the above calculations consider a daily work routine of 8 hours, but disconsiders weekends and holidays (250 (people) x 8 (daily hours) x 365 (days per year) x 10 (years), obviously these specific numbers are not listed in the post itself because we haven't defined the duration of the day and the year in this world!) there is no timetable either, that is the raw price, payiment plans are the next step. And they probably involve hiring more than the aforementioned 250 people so that they don't have to work 365 days a year and still get the job done in less than ten years.

Following D&D rules for the profession skill, it is the same number in gold pieces for a capacitated but untalented (4 ranks in the skill, no ability modifier, no skill focus) worker to gain over the course of the same time period! So 7,300,000 gold per factory.

The Frozen Lands

The envoy, due to being in a state of post-death, kept charging forward, unhindered by the roar.....mostly cause he was a good distance away. Giant hydras are terrible at stealth. Anyways, when he finally got in range, he started to feel the wave....but more of a sensation of it being there, and less of any pain. Anyways, the envoy charged -hang on, recover from a stumble- and after a good deal of running he thrust his spectral sword at the beast's foot.

[AvocadoAvenger]

The Fertile Valley
Posting mainly to myself for now; this something that I need to do before Kipt becomes a lesser deity, and better done earlier. Just want to establish a character or two for later use is all.
At the time when the divine afterparty terminated, Kipt thought This has been great, but I still haven't seen my children since I awoke. I wonder how they have been doing.
Kipt looked upon the Fertile Valley, and it saddened him in a nostalgic way. Everything was the same, yet different. They were still his people, and they still loved him, but he didn't know them. He watched Cera for a bit, and saw the Lloyas come and go. That gladdened him at least; that his invitation had gone so well, and that Elthiens were making new friends. He would have to look into the concept of Rangers more, later, but that would have to wait. No, rangers likely wanted nothing to do with him anyways.
What of Tallier? he suddenly thought. What happened to him who was first to lead his race? He served me so well... What became of him? Kipt picked Cera's mind for history about the subject, and filled in the blanks in his own mind about the ice age.

As it turns out, after their druid training, Tallier began to fall for Lita, leaving Pala slightly envious. They were only happy together for a short while before the ice age struck. They began to differ in opinions on many things, which led to fighting between them. Lita ended up leaving him and the Fertile Valley to become the first ranger; she was followed by many others. During the ice age, Pala did her best to care for the sick and needy. Tallier, in turn, did his best to lead his people, and was able to get them through it. Putting the greater good before themselves, both of them became Archliches. After years of sharing immortality, they began to love each other. Tallier died tragically after falling to his death form a hippogriff while leading an exploration of mountains that would later become Monte Mora. Pala could not bear to live forever after that.
That was enough history for now. It saddened Kipt more how trying a time the ice age had been, and how he had been sent to stop it, but failed. Yet Kipt was never one to dwell on the negative too long- a new thought was forming in his head. Did... Tallier have any surviving heirs? he thought. Family had always been important to him.
After inspecting all of the Elthiens living in the Fertile Valley, Kipt decided that one girl must be a descendant of Tallier. only one he thought, more sadness overcoming him. no he told himself I will not allow myself to be saddened any more. Then, he took mortal form and was with her.

Kipt took the form of a muscular Elthien with fire eyes, the same as Tallier's orange, and hers as well. The evening was beginning to fall, and there was a beautiful sun setting as he approached her hut. She was living alone as a simple woodworker, old enough that she had no family left. Yet she still retained a certain beauty about her. She had retired to her hut, the day being over, and was surprised when she came to the door after Kipt knocked. "Hello" she inquired "Do I know you?" "My name is Tikip, and I come from somewhere very far away." Kipt responded, charmingly. It was not a complete lie that he was from somewhere very far away. She looked very contemplative and curious "Yet I feel that I know you somehow. I am Milie."
She moved inside, and ushered Kipt in with her. "Say, where are you from, stranger Tikip? Are you a Ranger, or citizen of Monte Mora? Are you a wargoer, now returning?" Kipt smiled slightly and said "I am from from farther away than you could know." The two of them are now sitting very close, and Milie extends her neck towards him, whispering "Then why do I feel like I know you so well?" This was just the thing to cheer Kipt up for good from his post-sleep failure blues. Kipt reacts accordingly, and the two kiss. One thing leads to another.

About one year later: Milie is with newborn child and without father. Jewel, so the child is called for her eyes that shine as like fire opals, is a bright youth. She is an Elthien born with glitter wings; a recessive trait that died out during the time skip. Some people would rather shun that child for having a scum father. Others believe Milie's tale to an extent, and some believe -by rearranging the letters in "Tikip" that she is a daughter of Kipt.

[Xondoure]

Frozen Lands

As his staff shatters Imil's hands begin to move faster than the human eye can follow. Within moments the shards of glass begin to coalesce into a glittering ball just in front of him. Grasping it between his hands Imil redirects the force, and with an unholy scraping sound the shards are propelled as a solid beam back at the Hydra, striking at the same time the mysterious warrior appears on the battlefield.

I fully expect Imil to die in this fight, just so everyone is aware.

[HalfTangible]

D. Construct

Ombra stood as the game declared the fight over. The Limit break had not killed the creature, but HT wants to move on and isn't feeling very creative right now, sorry the Hippotaur's natural strength had overwhelmed the winged repitilian humanoid.

Ombra crossed his arms. I have work to do, but before I go, I believe I owe you an infusion of power. He held out an arm.

Catching up

-And then you showed up. The Doctor finished.

I noticed that you stuck to the history of the world there. Ombra replied, standing now. But you didn't say anything about the Blur.

The Doctor's eyes narrowed. That's because I'm not sure. I alone can remember what they do, where they're going, when and where i've fought them. And there's only so much I can learn alone... He rubbed his temples. Best guess is that - for some reason - they're trying to manipulate government officials. Psionics can do good work on that... His eyes narrowed. ...You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

Ombra hesitated.

Ombra!

It seemed like a good idea at the time!

The Doctor sighed and covered his face. ...Whatever. Any suggestions?

Ombra folded his arms. Not much I can suggest, really. I cannot remove their gift of memory-wipe, and I will not punish them for excercising their own free will as a species. He was quiet. ...Best advice i can give is to tell the Shadows to kill the Blur on sight but-

-but we don't know what they look like.

Ombra sighed. Indeed.

The Doctor was quiet. ... Think I can at least get a faster mode of transport than flight? I'm gonna need it to fight the Blur alone...

Ombra nodded. Give me time... I have needed to weave myself a plane for a long time, and I can perhaps incorporate it into your method of travel. Perhaps in a blue box of some sort.

That's stupid.

...Red box?

That's even dumber.

You'll take what I give you and like it. Ombra glared. Speaking of dumb things, what's that on your head?

Oh this? I wear Stetsons now. Stetsons are cool.

...I thought that was the Cowboy's shtick?

Was. Turns out a big hat doesn't stop serial killers from beating you to death with a big enough rock.

Yikes.

[Exachix]

Free Port

Parvis can find this information with relative ease:

Gregory of house raptor, a native of the Calasanctium kingdom, devotee of Gwyn and Belsheroth, and an all around impeccable gentlmen. He came here in his youth to acquire a rare item. After saving a woman from a mugging in the West End, he decided to enforce some stability when he had the resources. He went back to the Calasanctium kingdom to plead for resources to conquer Free Port, he was denied flatly. He returned to Free Port as a merchant. Building up a few trade companies, he's the first in the city to start using contracts. Beyond that, he keeps a squad of highly skilled mercenaries on staff to serve as body guards and vigilantes here in Free Port.

On a more personal level, he is known to keep a romantic relationship with a human woman named Sasha. There are rumors that he has had an illegitimate child by Sasha, but no one knows if there is truth to the rumors.

He also has friends in the higher echelons of the Order of the Spear

Parvis read and re-read the reports he had obtained. "This would be difficult, but fun," he muttered, "we'll just have to see how it turns out."

With that, he took out a quill and begin composing letters, unsigned notes of concern to the mercenaries. These notes, delivered personally by various subordinates, detail concern that their master is actually planning to leave then with no pay, departing and leaving them with enemies in this cruel town.

With that out of the way, Parvis leaves the Skull and Dagger, aiming to find, watch, and see who this Sasha is.

Basically, trying to get Gregory to be paranoid of his subordinates. Why not just turn the subordinates against him?

And contingencies. No plan's complete without contingencies.


Monte Mora

Not having much better to do, the guardsmen helped load the ship some while two stood watch. "See, I'm telling you that you have nothing to worry about." ((Ironically enough)) Akric said to Brist, the Elthien man.
The ship is now about to sail, so two Kalpan guards are in the water already. Akric plans to see the ship a ways out with his guard, with two guards on either side, him in front, and another in rear. A runway has now been cleared for the Elthien riders to take flight. Everything seems to be going according to plan...

Ah, those immortal words. Such is the phase that always causes battle. With a flash the men in position pounce and attack. Hatchets being the weapon of choice for most here, one such subordinate lunged at the Elthien riders, aiming for the hippogriffs. Another pair of attackers suddenly lunged at the men loading the boat (if any are about, else they'll attempt to just cause chaos), while a fourth throws a hatchet at some nearby sailors to provoke them into joining in.

Litan moved from his perch, and checked his mask was in place. Confirming this he made his way to the outskirts of what will inevitably develop into a brawl, watching to see what Akric and Brist were to do next.

[Yeshon]

The Imposter and the Daemon

The Imposter smiled, he still had time, "I'm listening."

Jennifer and the King

"At once sire," Jennifer chimes in as they enter the council chambers. "Please allow me to fetch the captain so he can receive you properly."

With that she dismounts and begins to ascend the stairs.

If you don't mind let's hold off on the meeting between the 'Captain' and the King until after he talks with the Daemon, or Stephen can get pissy. Either way, I'm good.

Free Port-Explorer's Guild

Hans doesn't hesitate and hands over several forged passports (truly quality forgeries), "No need to worry, that's part of the standard package. As far as safety goes, you can't do better than Elthien lands. Monte Mora is the port's name and they as a people are very open to trade."

He coughs, "Among other things."

Sandra grimaces, "That's not something we needed to know."

Free Port-Gregory of House Raptor

At first the notes are ignored by the mercenaries, but they started to doubt, started to wonder.

Sasha, does not live in the city proper. She is a human woman, born and raised in Free Port. Strangely (or perhaps not) preferring a small cottage in the woods far away from the dangers of Free Port. According to all reports she is a capable fencer, but if rumors are to be believed, she is not under Karma's protection.

Geasa

Gwyn bowed, "I will not eat him, in this you have my word."

She approached Belsheroth slowly and if allowed began to pour energy into his body.

The Council

The knight frowned, "Beyond that how many laborers would this technology free up to work elsewhere?"

Training under the First Knight

"Calm yourself."

Sophia shifted uncomfortably, after the first few days of harsh sparring she had been suprised at Gwyn insisting they try a new technique to calm the spirit.

"Clear your mind and measure your breathing."

Sophia began to measure her breathing, she was actually feeling a little light headed, it had been a long time since she was actually relax-

A weight smashed against the back of her head sending her sprawling on her face. "What. The. HELL."

"A knight must always be ready."

Sophia rubbed the back of her head and glared at Gwyn, "Some paragon of honor you are, attacking someone when they aren't ready."

"We're training, anything short of maiming you is honorable."

That did not fill her with confidence.
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Sophia panted as she fought Gwyn 'unarmed.' As Gwyn explained it she couldn't put down the spear but swore only to use one hand.

From the welts on her skin, she knew that handicap wasn't worth much. She charged again, "Stop charging blindly."

Gwyn blocked her strike and threw a punch into her liver. Sophia coughed staggering. Gwyn kicked her in the back of the leg hitting a nerve and locking the leg up. Sophia was forced to her knees.

"You'll get killed if you don't calm down."

"It's a fight!"

"No, it's a spar." She began to walk away, "Now cool down!"

Sophia sat up and began to meditate again, she had been doing this for at least four monthes, it was hard to tell what Gwyn wanted her to get out of it.

And predictably just as she was relaxed Gwyn hit her in the back of the head.

"godsdammit!"

"As a goddess I find blasphemy somewhat insulting."

"Well what do you want from me?!"

"To achieve peace and alertness at the same time."

"How am I supposed to do that?!"

"I'm sorry you're training with the goddess of knights. Were you under the impression this would be easy?" That was, perhaps, the first time Gwyn ever used sarcasm.
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Sophia tried meditating but she couldn't shake the feeling that Gwyn was going to smack her in the back of the head at any moment. Even though she had been gone for something approaching a month. Sophia had occupied herself through training and meditating. Still she couldn't help but wonder, what exactly Gwyn was doing.

"Sophia,"

Sophia dove for her blade and held it in front of her, her jaw dropped when she saw who Gwyn had brought with her. "I've brought you a new sparring partner from the forests of Twilight. Bjor, meet you descendant Sophia."

Bjor bowed, he was much older than when he had witnessed the duel between Ulstwyn and Belsheroth. He had voluntarily refused to have his arm regrown, the price of honor he called it. By the time Bjor died, he was the only one still living that had fought Ulstwyn a distinction he had carried to his death.

"Well met Sophia," he looked up at her and grabbed his sword, "Let us see what you can do."
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Sophia sat down in the spring that Gwyn had prepared in the cave, rubbing the welts out of her skin. Bjor was even better than the stories claimed, but it was understandable considering he sparred with Itan and the Belsherai for the last few hundred years.

"You fight well."

Sophia turned and instinctively covered herself, "Sir!"

Bjor raised an eyebrow, "The desires of the flesh don't usually last past death, your virtue is under no threat from me."

Sophia flushed and turned around. She was silent for a time, unable to think of one moment in her life that was more awkward than this.

Finally she spoke, "I don't feel like I'm fighting very well. You and Gwyn seem to be able to beat without any effort."

Bjor shrugged, "Despite what some may claim there is no limit to the skills one can attain, no mountain you cannot surpass. The longer you fight, the longer you train, the better you get. Here on the mortal plan it is merely time that provides an obstacle to older warriors. But that is hardly a problem for beings of pure spirit such as I."

"You think you're as good as Gwyn now?" Sophia chuckled. Bjor unexpectedly nodded.

"Without false pride, I can claim that I'm actually more skilled than she. She'd still win if we fought though."

Sophia raised an eyebrow, thoroughly confused, "That doesn't make much sense."

"Battle rarely does, but soon you will understand why Gwyn would defeat me... and why you will surpass me."
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Bjor thrust forward, cutting Sophia's cheek, she snarled and brought her sword against him with preternatural speed. Bjor barely dodged and brought the pommel into her stomach. Sophia coughed, Bjor slammed the flat of his blade against the back of Sophia's skull. Sophia hit her knees. Bjor raised his sword and suddenly it became clear.

Sophia's anger dissipated and she could *feel* more than see the raised sword. Sophia rolled out of the way and wrapped her leg around his pulling him to the ground.

Bjor tried to retaliate with his sword, but Sophia caught his wrist and the Rune Blade rested against Bjor's throat.

Bjor smiled "Well done."

Gwyn nodded, "Indeed, I had not expected yu to surpass him so quickly."

Sophia was still panting, but raised an eyebrow, "Don't I only have a month left here?"

"Yes, I was hoping for a miracle."

A thousand questions formed in Sophia's mind, but she simply shook her head and untangled herself from Bjor.
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Sophia sat down to meditate once again, it took her a long time to slip into a trance. She kept flinching at any sound, wondering when Gwyn was going to strike. She did and there was no strike, she found herself slip into a waking dream.

She was at a beach that she had never visited, there was snow all around them, somehow she knew someone else was with her, but she didn't know who.

"Do you see that ocean?"

"Yeah," What was wrong with her voice, it sounded so young.

"No matter what Hallorn tries, some things the gods made cannot be undone by mortals."

"I tought 'e was immortal?" She was speaking the words, but the memories the voice, they were not her own.

"Time may not kill him, but no one lives forever. Father Halasht set the oceans, Merolle gave us metal, and Belsheroth gave us hope. All of them still endure through their works."

"What'd Gwyn give us dad?" This was her father? No, her father had died before she was born, this was someone else's, but who- Sophia gaped as she realized just who she was dreaming about.

"A reason to live."

Suddenly Sophia's hand shot up and she caught the but of Gwyn's spear.

Gwyn smiled, "About time."
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"And what is most important?"

"Conviction."

Bjor nodded, "She's ready."

"I hope so, she faces a great enemy."

"He's no more powerful than Hallorn."

"That does not fill me with confidence."

"Apologies child, but remember this, you will be stronger than I ever hoped to be. I will be watching over you, Sophia. May your strength guide the Spear into evil's heart!"

Sophia spoke then, "May your soul find rest among the shade."

Bjor disappeared then and Gwyn smiled, "Kneel."

Sophia obeyed and held the Rune Blade out with the tip pressed against her heart. Gwyn gripped the handle.

"I name you my champion."

Gwyn withdrew the blade and offered it to Sophia, "Rise, Sophia, Mistress of still water."

On the Road East

A wizened old woman was seen off in the distance approaching Marren. When she got close enough she called out,

"What do you search for cleric of Belsheroth?!"

I think I covered everything, PM me if I missed something.

[Draken]

Council Chambers

Amathol pondered.

"From Abadil's calculations, five plants would provide us enough power for the whole kingdom with considerable leeway for further growth. His calculations already include the needs of the territories recently recovered by the knights."

"As for timetables for the payment, he has a centennial plan to offer. The Guild trusts us to honor our debts and as you know, the prefer a long term, steady income of praise than short, suddenbursts."

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Frozen Lands

Spiritual being, the hydra hissed a laugh at the envoy, when the sword came, it struck a wall of energy surrounding the creature, the impact point flaring with a tarnished brass hue before the force became invisible once again.

Imil's glass sphere, in turn, landed squarely against the adamantine hide of the titanic beast's face, shattering fruitlessly against the metallic surface, but still enough to bring the head's attention down onto the man. Said head lowers itself to be on Imil's eye level.

"Я пам'ятаю, що ви друїди можуть зрозуміти будь-яку мову."

I recall that you druids can understand any tongue.

The nostrils of the beast release a warm plume, an acrid plume smelling of acrid, ionized storm winds.

"Назви мені хоч одну причину не поглине вас цілком за нахабство, смертний річ."

Give me one reason not to swallow you whole for your insolence, mortal thing.

[Elemental]

Jennifer and the King

"At once sire," Jennifer chimes in as they enter the council chambers. "Please allow me to fetch the captain so he can receive you properly."

With that she dismounts and begins to ascend the stairs.

If you don't mind let's hold off on the meeting between the 'Captain' and the King until after he talks with the Daemon, or Stephen can get pissy. Either way, I'm good.

Stephen will wait. But no longer than an hour before just going in. In the meantime, he'll just be ordering his retinue around and getting them settled in.
There are a lot of them to coordinate after all.



Geasa

Gwyn bowed, "I will not eat him, in this you have my word."

She approached Belsheroth slowly and if allowed began to pour energy into his body.

Gwyn... Have I truly done evil? Were my actions not wise and necessary?

Seeking wisdom from one of the few beings he believes has wisdom unclouded and kindness unprejudiced, and in this case, unbiased.




On the Road East

A wizened old woman was seen off in the distance approaching Marren. When she got close enough she called out,

"What do you search for cleric of Belsheroth?!"

I think I covered everything, PM me if I missed something.

Nureen whispered to Marren.
Careful... She's not what she appears to be. She strides with too much strength for one of her supposed age.
Greetings venerable one! We search for a missing girl, a knight who may be ill!
They rode forward toward the old woman, and Marren describes Sophia and her appearance.
Have you seen her? I am worried for her.
Something in Marren's mind clicked.
How did you know I was a cleric?
He is, after all, dressed in plain travelling clothes. Why must the elderly be so perceptive?



Council Chambers

Amathol pondered.

"From Abadil's calculations, five plants would provide us enough power for the whole kingdom with considerable leeway for further growth. His calculations already include the needs of the territories recently recovered by the knights."

"As for timetables for the payment, he has a centennial plan to offer. The Guild trusts us to honor our debts and as you know, the prefer a long term, steady income of praise than short, suddenbursts."

Five plants? So ten years of worship from two hundred and fifty people for each plant?
So their centennial plan would be the worship of one hundred and twenty five people for one hundred years?
Apologies if my mathematics was incorrect. My mind lacks your analytical abilities.
And the good knight raises an interesting point... How much labour will be freed up by the construction of these plants? We shall have to make arrangements for those who may lose their livelihood.
A merchant on the council raised her hand.
If I might speak High Ecclesiarch... The problem you put up has only one solution: Increase job work opportunities by the expansion of existing industry and the creation of new industries.
Which means... We'll need to expand our markets.

[Yeshon]

The Council

"So... do we have any figures on how much we could grow our economy?"

Geasa

Gwyn thought for a moment, Was what you did evil? Not in my opinion no. Kiolasa is doing an admirable job painting the Lokab empire in a positive light. But never before have I stumbled on a system more disgustingly tyrranical or less concerned with individual rights than the Empire under the Archliches. He seems to be confused as to what actually happened with the ghosts, when The Crone was in the empire the only ghosts she saw were those that attempted to attack her.

However, what you did was not prudent, you did act without knowing all the facts. When gods act hastily who can mortals look to? There is us and the Creator above them and the Creator is not here now. They only have us. We must be a constructive and cooperative force, or allow the mortals to despair.

Marren and Nureen

The Crone approaches,

"How do you recognize the rain? The sky? The mountain? I look for the signs boy, the power you carry bears down on you, bending your back against the weight. The way you look at me, as if hoping there is something you can do, some way you can help." She pauses, "The muttered prayers to Belsheroth were also a very good clue."

The Crone looks at Nureen and smiles, "And you should look into stealing some of the Fell Knives' divination magic, there is none better among mortals. For now however allow me to end your search."

The Crone slams her staff into the ground and Marren and Nureen are overcome by a flash of golden light.

In Front of the Cave

Sophia finished gathering rocks in a small memorial to Thomas in front of the cave. She brushed her hands off and stood. She looked to the West, she probably would never see the Kingdom again, not alive anyway. For now, she needed to go to Free Port.

She began to walk.

Suddenly a flash of golden light erupted in front of her. She held her hand over her eyes. She didn't react any further, she knew what that flash portended.

She bowed, Good even-" She looked up and saw Marren and some woman she had never seen before.

The Crone, had not followed.

"Marren? What are you doing here?"

She looked much different than when she had left the capital only a week ago. More battle hardened, more confident in her step. Her sandy blond hair had been cut short like a boy's, something done for practicality after Bjor used her former long hair to bring her down for the fifth time.

All in all, she looks changed.

[Draken]

Council Chambers

Amathol ponders briefly.

"Yes, among these lines."

"The plants will need plenty of specialized workers to man its systems, and more still for maintenance purposes, as well as worshipers to man its secondary power generators in cases when it needs to be temporarily shut down. There will still be less required manpower than mining coal, for sure, but possibly more workers than needed for a coal plant. Nonetheless, there will only be an increase in job opportunities across the kingdom, unless we also halt all coal prospecting. Even then, these groups could simply move on to mine for something else."

[Elemental]

Geasa

Gwyn thought for a moment, Was what you did evil? Not in my opinion no. Kiolasa is doing an admirable job painting the Lokab empire in a positive light. But never before have I stumbled on a system more disgustingly tyrranical or less concerned with individual rights than the Empire under the Archliches. He seems to be confused as to what actually happened with the ghosts, when The Crone was in the empire the only ghosts she saw were those that attempted to attack her.

However, what you did was not prudent, you did act without knowing all the facts. When gods act hastily who can mortals look to? There is us and the Creator above them and the Creator is not here now. They only have us. We must be a constructive and cooperative force, or allow the mortals to despair.

Just as I had expected. I acted with good intent and little prudence. I shall endeavour to not make the same mistake again.
I shall rest now and allow my body to rejuvenate itself.



Marren and Nureen

The Crone approaches,

"How do you recognize the rain? The sky? The mountain? I look for the signs boy, the power you carry bears down on you, bending your back against the weight. The way you look at me, as if hoping there is something you can do, some way you can help." She pauses, "The muttered prayers to Belsheroth were also a very good clue."

The Crone looks at Nureen and smiles, "And you should look into stealing some of the Fell Knives' divination magic, there is none better among mortals. For now however allow me to end your search."

The Crone slams her staff into the ground and Marren and Nureen are overcome by a flash of golden light.

Before the Cave

Sophia finished gathering rocks in a small memorial to Thomas in front of the cave. She brushed her hands off and stood. She looked to the West, she probably would never see the Kingdom again, not alive anyway. For now, she needed to go to Free Port.

She began to walk.

Suddenly a flash of golden light erupted in front of her. She held her hand over her eyes. She didn't react any further, she knew what that flash portended.

She bowed, Good even-" She looked up and saw Marren and some woman she had never seen before.

The Crone, had not followed.

"Marren? What are you doing here?"

She looked much different than when she had left the capital only a week ago. More battle hardened, more confident in her step. Her sandy blond hair had been cut short like a boy's, something done for practicality after Bjor used her former long hair to bring her down for the fifth time.

All in all, she looks changed.

Marren was momentarily dazed, but Nureen not so much.
You must be Sir Sophia. We were worried about you.
She nudged Marren in the ribs.
Oh yes, of course. I've never gotten used to even the slightest teleportation. I wish people would give we warning.
Sophia, you left the infirmary. I was concerned that your illness was affecting your judgement.
Nureen has money, we'll purchase you a horse and ride back to Snow Haven.
Oh yes... This is "Lady" Nureen. She's a very old friend of mine.
Pleasure to meet you good Knight.



The Council

"So... do we have any figures on how much we could grow our economy?"


Council Chambers

Amathol ponders briefly.

"Yes, among these lines."

"The plants will need plenty of specialized workers to man its systems, and more still for maintenance purposes, as well as worshipers to man its secondary power generators in cases when it needs to be temporarily shut down. There will still be less required manpower than mining coal, for sure, but possibly more workers than needed for a coal plant. Nonetheless, there will only be an increase in job opportunities across the kingdom, unless we also halt all coal prospecting. Even then, these groups could simply move on to mine for something else."

So economic growth and prosperity for all, as well as reduced pollution?
We'll have to continue mining coal for steel manufacturing, but not in such large quantities.
Of course... You no doubt have already prepared copies for all of us to look over so we can properly prepare to integrate the new power source.
I will have to write a letter to the King to inform him of our decision when we've made it.

[AvocadoAvenger]

Monte Mora

Ah, those immortal words. Such is the phase that always causes battle. With a flash the men in position pounce and attack. Hatchets being the weapon of choice for most here, one such subordinate lunged at the Elthien riders, aiming for the hippogriffs. Another pair of attackers suddenly lunged at the men loading the boat (if any are about, else they'll attempt to just cause chaos), while a fourth throws a hatchet at some nearby sailors to provoke them into joining in.

Litan moved from his perch, and checked his mask was in place. Confirming this he made his way to the outskirts of what will inevitably develop into a brawl, watching to see what Akric and Brist were to do next.
The Hippogriff rears up to clobber its attacker with hooves, but to no avail. The curved blade of the hatchet strikes deep into the beast's skull, and it collapses on both Rider and assailant. The Rider scrambles to get free, or at least draw his spear, but it is no use.
Unlike the hippogriff, a pair of boat loaders are an easy target; completely unaware. On both men the throat, being the easiest target, is slashed open, and the bodies are allowed to fall into the water a foot below.

After another hatchet from the blue strikes an innocent sailor in the chest, a section of the dock begins to fall into disarray. Granted that the other sailors were on the left side, and Brist's boat is on the right, it will still make a pretty big impact on this encounter. People are marching in a stampede, gunning for the nearest weapon they can find. A ruffian with a small but powerful club, and some kind of whip using beast master are two of the prominent figures in the chaos. The rest of the horde looks mainly defensive, with daggers, bottles, sticks, and occasionally a shortsword drawn. They were, however, doing a good job of trampling the assassin and Elthien down under the hippogriff. The sound of a bottle smashing can be heard, and glass flies onto the struggling pair of combatants; if either survive this they will be quite scraped up.

Like a well oiled machine, the guard force responds. Akric didn't know what to think at first, but he could hardly believe that they were assassins, and that Brist had been right. Assassins or no, they were murderers who needed to be dealt with, and now was no time for thinking. Being the main druid on the force- and also the reason the on making it so that the Kalpans can breathe out of the water- Akric pulls fast-moving underwater currents, targeting the pair of Kalpans in the water. Both came jutting out of the water, and flying at the pair of assassins that had just killed the men loading the ship. The pair of guards had large wooden shields strapped to one claw, and weapons in the other, which they drew while flying for a brief moment. One uses a longsword, and the other a mace in their main hand, while they attempt a flying shield bash with the off hand to knock the assassins down. A difficult maneuver preformed expertly; the guard had clearly practiced just this sort of thing. Akric then locates Brist who is trying to escape the chaos that has engulfed half the dock and make it to his boat. He draws his two handed greatsword, takes a defensive stance, and takes a step forward, protective of Brist, but still trying to cover the entrance to the ship.

The other Kalpan fights bare-clawed, with a buckler strapped to one. He makes a move to try to get to the axe-thrower who started the chaos, but is stopped by the ruffian wielding a club. He blocks a good swing of the club with his buckler, then moves in with the other claw for a pinch into the club, shattering the wood. His combat style proves quite coordinated and ambidextrous.
The remaining mounted Elthien takes flight immediately, and circles back around. He has a spear drawn in one hand, poised to strike.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Profaniti, Captain Eric

Profaniti nodded and continued "You see, there is much suffering in this world, and it is Lord Isanloff's will that someone end this suffering. As I said, we have chosen you, and your fellow knights, for this task. It will be difficult, for not all will so easily fall under your sway, but we bring gifts to help you on this journey. From the Goblin lands to the East, the Empire now broken and it's people in chaos, to the horrid tyrannies of the North, and all the people between them, someone needs to bring them under one rule, and the Calsanctium are fittest to rule. Once all the peoples of the world hail one ruler, and the knights can police all people as they see fit to increase order and happiness, the world will be a much better place for all, and you would be the vanguard of this miraculous crusade. Of course, there will be a contract to sign, details to work out, but I'd like to know that you're... on board first, lest I become too hasty."

[Yeshon]

Geasa

Very well uncle, rest well.

She stood and looked at Bright Fire, "I've done all I can, I will help you keep Vigil if you would allow it."

She leaned agains the wall, "I'm sorry, what is your name?"

Sophia, Marren, and Nureen

Sophia bowed slightly to Nureen, "Nice to meet you too lady Nureen."

But she shook her head at Marren wanting to take her back, "I can't go back, not yet. For now, I'm heading for Free Port to stop a great tragedy."

Just so people know, Sophia was who inherited Bjor's infusion and hero status.

So she's at a total of +10RCR for infused order, regular kingdom, Infused Heroine, and Artifact.

The Council

The Knight shrugged, "Or we could increase steel production. But, I see no reason to object."

The Imposter and the Daemon

'Captain Eric' smiled, this would work, "Yes, you may think of me as one hundred percent behind this plan. So, you mentioned details?"

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Profaniti, Captain Eric

"You shall be given a contract, as our other allies in the past have been, which will grant you our power and the divine power of our benefactor, and you will take this contract in verbal form as a renewal of the other Knights and soldiers of the Calsanctium's oaths to do their duty, and a dedication to the crusade, which they will no doubt accept and recite, it will be a simple thing. With the contracts signed and agreed upon by all parties, you will be free to pursue the crusade how you wish, of course with the eventual goal of establishing singular dominance from which to rule all peoples, and thus reduce net suffering."

[Drowlord]

Mortal Lands
Aquaeris, trailed by misty spirits of dead Kalpans and the beautiful forms of the wronged dead, reincarnated, saw the changes wrought in the world.
And they were good.
He saw his sea-people creating great art, and glorified them in it.
He saw love of two races together in two heroic figures, and he bathed them in glory.

Actions:
Create Lesser Concept: Kalpan Art
Kalpans create such prized art nations could fight for a single masterpiece. It holds magic of its own. The paintings can even hold a hypnotic quality, or, if they are well-painted, might even come to life.

Infuse Race: Hydressë
The children of Akir and Floewyr, who have interbred and bred with others, are blessed by the grace of the sea, the strength of the land, and the changeability of the earth. They can now shapeshift at will, and have all the strengths of the Kalpans and Woden.

AP: 4-4=0

[Yeshon]

Profaniti, Captain Eric

"You shall be given a contract, as our other allies in the past have been, which will grant you our power and the divine power of our benefactor, and you will take this contract in verbal form as a renewal of the other Knights and soldiers of the Calsanctium's oaths to do their duty, and a dedication to the crusade, which they will no doubt accept and recite, it will be a simple thing. With the contracts signed and agreed upon by all parties, you will be free to pursue the crusade how you wish, of course with the eventual goal of establishing singular dominance from which to rule all peoples, and thus reduce net suffering."

"All of these things are doable on my part. But what sort of power would I be granted? Magical power for me is explainable through the Drownsword, but there are very few knights that have any magical power."

[Elricaltovilla]

The restore the millions slain to life. You have the power and Lord Belsheroth cannot stop you. But do not expect their memories to remain intact. One of my brethren looked long ago into the potential of souls being reborn in an attempt to fix the system and make the cycle work, but he determined that a soul cannot be restored to a body of the proper age and would have to be carried to term and be reborn.
The placing of a fully formed mind into one that has not yet even begun to grow results in irreversible fragmentation of the memory. Our father was sceptical and believed that such a system could be subverted for purposes of evil.
Anzhela watched Kiloasa's illusion. And that was all it was.
An idealist's dream.
She said this with a scathing tone.
You would doom all reality? Souls have weight My Lord. Proven mathematically beyond a doubt by the mortal Henry Ford.
If we allow souls to remain on Ashkharh for too long, then the problem that results will solve itself as Geasa falls from the heavens and destroys everything living.
She did not think she'd have to explain physics to a God...
Go ask Merolle. He will tell you that the orbit of the Rings relies directly upon the weight of Ashkharh and the Dark Moon to remain practically constant. If the weight of Ashkharh increases too much, then that system will fail. The Gnomes might save Geasa only for the Dark Moon to crash through the heavens.
She sighed.
They will have to weight until their loved ones die and can truly join them. A soul's hardships on the mortal world are too difficult to describe. At least in the Forests they can have rest.
They do not suffer. The Forests are eternal and infinite. But you would not know that, you have been there only once. And that was millennia ago...

Souls are not crammed into the Forests like sardines and Hell is not permanent unless you've done something really bad.
And by being sent there, to places physically separate from the mortal world, the excess energy from the souls can't affect things too much.
Thus her objections to people remaining is a result of science. Souls have energy, and because souls can be created from nothing, they increase the total energy of Ashkharh, thus increasing its mass.
And when its mass increases too much, the stable orbits of the Rings of Geasa and the Dark Moon will destabilise and someone will have to readjust the entire system to compensate. And they'll have to do it over and over again...
There's also the thing with the model (a metaphor for the Universe as you've already guessed). She showed it to Kiloasa in the hopes that he would fix it so it doesn't wind down, or so that when it did wind down it would rewind itself.
Divine laziness on Belsheroth's part.

Unfortunately, Anzhela... infinity does not exist. The Starlight Forests will soon become overcrowded and then collaps in upon themselves, just as you fear will happen to Creation. Kiloasa replied. And I would not have had to consider restoring the goblins to life if Belsheroth had merely heeded my request for caution. He acted immediately and fiercely to protect that which he governs, and his action caused untold damage to that which I govern. However, when I react similarly to how Belsheroth reacted, you would paint me as a villain. If I am a villain, then so is Belsheroth. But only one of us will admit to it, and only one of us is taking responsibility for the damage caused by their actions. If that were not the case, you would not be standing here now.

Even if your fears about Geasa and the Dark Moon crashing into the world are true, the problem will not cease by sending souls elswhere. The world's population continues to increase. And each new body has a new soul. It is only a matter of time before the mass of Creation grows too great for Geasa to withstand.

Have you ever even spoken with the souls you ferry from Creation to their afterlife? I think not. It would do you well to speak with them. For too long the gods have decided the fate of mortals without thought or concern for their wishes and desires. I will change that, and you will help me. Go among the souls in the Forest and in Hell. Ask of them their desires, gather all the information you can. Then return to me with your findings.

Kiloasa might just be trying to get rid of Anzhela here, but he does intend to find out what mortals really want.

Also, to point out a few things that seem to be ignored: Hell is currently permanent, it was one of the last things Mynxae did before his latest hiatus. Also, the souls in hell are used to power soul magic, not mortal ghosts. Why hasn't Belsheroth done anything about this yet?


D. Construct

Ombra stood as the game declared the fight over. The Limit break had not killed the creature, but HT wants to move on and isn't feeling very creative right now, sorry the Hippotaur's natural strength had overwhelmed the winged repitilian humanoid.

Ombra crossed his arms. I have work to do, but before I go, I believe I owe you an infusion of power. He held out an arm.



"Yes, that was the agreement, wasn't it?" Nettal took Ombra's hand. "This was fun. We should do it again sometime."


Free Port-Explorer's Guild

Hans doesn't hesitate and hands over several forged passports (truly quality forgeries), "No need to worry, that's part of the standard package. As far as safety goes, you can't do better than Elthien lands. Monte Mora is the port's name and they as a people are very open to trade."

He coughs, "Among other things."

Sandra grimaces, "That's not something we needed to know."



"Sandra. This man is trying to help us." Kuruk chided the young knight. "Any more specific information you can give us would be greatly appreciated. This is going to be a long journey for us, and we need all the help we can get."




The Destroyed Lokab Empire.

Tresingiis knew that he, as a god, should not be completely responsible for capturing that which hated the gods. He should let mortals help mortals. Besides, no one being can reform an entire society. If he personally claimed the new nation, it would just be the gods overthrowing resistance, it would lead to silence, and forced obedience. He also knew that he had to fix the problem that he was created to fix, and to bring prosperity to a plagued land. Many things burdened him as they approached what remains of the Lokab Empire. For this reason, when they arrived, Tresingiis let Reddulch lead into the capitol, and Tresingiis himself helped with the destroyed land, and other goblins.

The Lokab Capitol

The cities burned, smoke rose above the buildings. Goblins panicked, running amuck in the street. Crimes of all sorts took place, burglary, arson, murder, rape, gangs formed in this broken wasteland. When the division arrived in the city, there where many things happening. They saw groups of wildlings struggling to keep groups of goblins in line. They saw a woman have the blessed fruit Tresingiis made taken from her. They saw lines of goblins running from building to building. A city in ruins.

Reddulch said to his division, " Split up, split up all over. Let the wildlings help you keep order, make sure nobody else is mugged, or killed. We will gather all of the remaining goblins up, and march them out of the city. We will have all of them stand outside the city, and we will speak to them from of things to come. There will be an assembly of all the goblins in the city. We will organize them, feed them, give them water. This rain is putting the fires out already."

With that, they split up.

The Lokab Outskirts

Tresingiis already had reorganized many small groups of the goblins. He was moving from circle to circle, and the thousands of Cretaum where rolling over the sand. It wasn't so bad out here. We already have groups of three Cretaum apiece using their knowledge and power to heal each little enclave in the desert. They had an active team collecting the fruit scattered on the desert, and bringing it in, to be used to heal and to feed. The rain was cooling off the overheating desert, which made the enclaves cool, full of food and water, and a little safer. It was good, though Tresingiis wondered how Reddulch was doing in the capitol, and there was much more of the desert to go.

To be continued in the morning. Plus, if anyone wants to roleplay something in any of this, or want a specific thing to happen, feel free to do so. I hope I'm not godmodding. I feel like all of the quotes in the spoiler above should help understand this and the next couple posts. It's also a good thing to have in the beginning of part II.

Goblin refugees were lined up for nearly a mile to try and get some of the food that the Cretaumfolk had brought. Hundreds of thousands of starving men, women and children waiting impatiently for their best chance at survival. Glick had been in line for almost twelve hours when she made it to the front.

"Thank you, thank you thank you!" she said to the strange Cretaumfolk who had arrived from seemingly nowhere. "You have saved me, saved us all. We are in your debt." She took her ration of food and water and left the line.

Glick ran among the destroyed, crumbling buildings to her safe spot. It was a hole in a wall, literally. But it was cool and dark and no one else knew about it. That's what she thought, until she got there.

"Hey li'l miss. Gimme your food." A big, ugly goblin with one eye said. The burned scar of a geas mark was apparent on his forehead.

"Please, it's mine. You can't take it, I'll starve." She begged.

"Ha! Some goblin you are!" The geas-freed goblin replied. he pushed her to the ground and took the food. Glick jumped up straight away and bit the bigger goblin on the shoulder.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" He screamed. The big goblin threw Glick against the wall and pinned her there with one arm. His other hand held a knife at her throat. Glick swallowed hard.

This might be a good time to have a Cretaumfolk Guard come along to save the day :smallwink:

[The Bandicoot]

The Mistlands
Having waited for a few minutes Yohalles balances on his right foot and scratches his ear with his left. Kiloasa......if you wanted to discuss something with me......now would be the time.....when I'm here......before I leave. In fact he's beginning to look a bit impatient and flighty, as if he might walk away at any moment.

Starting AP:1
Rollover: +4AP
Current AP: 5

[Elricaltovilla]

The Mistlands
Having waited for a few minutes Yohalles balances on his right foot and scratches his ear with his left. Kiloasa......if you wanted to discuss something with me......now would be the time.....when I'm here......before I leave. In fact he's beginning to look a bit impatient and flighty, as if he might walk away at any moment.

Starting AP:1
Rollover: +4AP
Current AP: 5

If there is somewhere you wish to be, then I'll not hold you Yohalles. I'll arrive at my point. I would like for you to join the Manyfold Guardians and protect Creation so that it may continue for eternity. Will you join us?

Starting AP: 0 PAP: 0
Rollover: 6
Final AP: 6 PAP: 0

[Yeshon]

Free Port-The Great Voyage

Sandra rolled her eyes, while Hans continued,

"Not too much to tell, I know they have hardly any crime. The Elthiens are a very peaceful people, but they shocked every once in a while by some particularly vicious trouble makers. They're allied with the Woden, Kalpans, and I think that's about it. I can't remember if the Ice-kin have allied with them or not, you do see a few Ice-kin traders, though I doubt they're proper Ice-kin.

"I'd be careful for one reason though, one of my friends that just got back from Monte Mora claims the Fell Knives are opening up shop."

Hidden Isle doesn't have the Fell Knives as they've never accepted immigrants aside from a few Kalpans way back when.

Rollover: +5AP

Ending AP: 5

[HalfTangible]

AP as of 23rd:
4AP+1PAP
Rollover from 7th and 30th
+8AP+1PAP(already maxxed)
=
12AP+1PAP (2 if Lilli joined the guardians - I recall something to that effect but didn't see it on the OOC thread)

Mistlands

Indeed. Now kneel. If you're standing this is going to knock you on your ass faster than twenty shots of tequila.

Ombra then placed his hand on Nettal's head. Know this, mortal: Exaltation is not something to be taken lightly. It is a grave responsibility. You will outlive everyone that you care for, and almost everything. Loneliness will hound you for the rest of your existence, and no one will be there to guide you - no, not even I. I am no master, nor dog to bark at your will. You may ask for advice, but I will not give you orders. All of your power, mortal and divine, will be yours to use as you please. With this trust, however, comes a price: If you use these powers to oppress... His eyes narrowed. I'll kill you myself.

His eyes softened. Having said that, you will find ease in all things: fighting, travelling, charming... And whatever goals you set with this power will be within your grasp, if not simply there. The shadows of all things shall obey your whims, and all I call my children will know you as my champion (sorry, that one's a side effect of the infusion - serve whomever or whatever you wish) You can do more good than you can now imagine with this power... the only limit is yourself, the gods, and others so infused.

Knowing all of this, Nettal, do you still accept the gift of Exaltation by the hand of the Prince of Shadows and the Divine Vigilante?

If you do, say thusly: "Suffer not the tyrant to live."

If Nettal accepts or asks about the phrase, he will lean in close and add, One last thing: That phrase has two meanings. One is murderous. The other is not.

Any or all of this might be true to Nettal's circumstance.

To be clear, that loneliness thing would come from everything he cares for turning to dust, if at all. He's not literally going to have a spectre of being along hanging at his back

[Elricaltovilla]

Free Port-The Great Voyage

Sandra rolled her eyes, while Hans continued,

"Not too much to tell, I know they have hardly any crime. The Elthiens are a very peaceful people, but they shocked every once in a while by some particularly vicious trouble makers. They're allied with the Woden, Kalpans, and I think that's about it. I can't remember if the Ice-kin have allied with them or not, you do see a few Ice-kin traders, though I doubt they're proper Ice-kin.

"I'd be careful for one reason though, one of my friends that just got back from Monte Mora claims the Fell Knives are opening up shop."

Hidden Isle doesn't have the Fell Knives as they've never accepted immigrants aside from a few Kalpans way back when.

Rollover: +5AP

Ending AP: 5

"What are the Fell Knives?" Kuruk asked. He knew he was taking a risk, if the Fell Knives were well known all over the world, then his not knowing about them would reveal too much about the Hidden Isle. Still, he had to prepare for any danger his crew might face.


AP as of 23rd:
4AP+1PAP
Rollover from 7th and 30th
+8AP+1PAP(already maxxed)
=
12AP+1PAP (2 if Lilli joined the guardians - I recall something to that effect but didn't see it on the OOC thread)

Mistlands

Indeed. Now kneel. If you're standing this is going to knock you on your ass faster than twenty shots of tequila.

Ombra then placed his hand on Nettal's head. Know this, mortal: Exaltation is not something to be taken lightly. It is a grave responsibility. You will outlive everyone that you care for, and almost everything. Loneliness will hound you for the rest of your existence, and no one will be there to guide you - no, not even I. I am no master, nor dog to bark at your will. You may ask for advice, but I will not give you orders. All of your power, mortal and divine, will be yours to use as you please. With this trust, however, comes a price: If you use these powers to oppress... His eyes narrowed. I'll kill you myself.

His eyes softened. Having said that, you will find ease in all things: fighting, travelling, charming... And whatever goals you set with this power will be within your grasp, if not simply there. The shadows of all things shall obey your whims, and all I call my children will know you as my champion (sorry, that one's a side effect of the infusion - serve whomever or whatever you wish) You can do more good than you can now imagine with this power... the only limit is yourself, the gods, and others so infused.

Knowing all of this, Nettal, do you still accept the gift of Exaltation by the hand of the Prince of Shadows and the Divine Vigilante?

If you do, say thusly: "Suffer not the tyrant to live."

If Nettal accepts or asks about the phrase, he will lean in close and add, One last thing: That phrase has two meanings. One is murderous. The other is not.

Any or all of this might be true to Nettal's circumstance.

To be clear, that loneliness thing would come from everything he cares for turning to dust, if at all. He's not literally going to have a spectre of being along hanging at his back

"I do not fear, Ombra. I have sacrificed many things, lost many loved ones to arrive where I am today. I am prepared."

Nettal knelt before Ombra, "Suffer not the tyrant to live." He said.

[Yeshon]

"What are the Fell Knives?" Kuruk asked. He knew he was taking a risk, if the Fell Knives were well known all over the world, then his not knowing about them would reveal too much about the Hidden Isle. Still, he had to prepare for any danger his crew might face.

"A group of people you don't want to find out about." He said matter of factly, unconcerned at his customer's apparent ignorance.

"As far as anyone normal knows they're a guild of a assassins. In fact, I had a run in with the guild in Snow Haven, I barely escaped with my life. Of course, I was much younger and stronger then. Luckily, the guild here in Free Port seems unconcerned with me."

[HalfTangible]

"I do not fear, Ombra. I have sacrificed many things, lost many loved ones to arrive where I am today. I am prepared."

Nettal knelt before Ombra, "Suffer not the tyrant to live." He said.

Ombra's bright white teeth grinned a cheshire grin beneath his hood. Then be infused, young one.

Nettal felt his insides writhe with sickness - Ombra had been right, this would've knocked him down had he been standing. Power rushed from Ombra's hand and rushed into Nettal's body.

In that instant, Nettal's perception of the world suddenly shifted. Shadows became more pronounced, the night lost it's mystery and became safe and familiar. He could sense - almost see - the fabric of darkness itself on all thngs, and he knew that if he wanted it would bend and twist to his will.

A dark aura surrounded him as the power continued to flow. Nettal's eyes glowed with a bright green light, and similarly colored lightning arced across his body.

As Ombra released his hold, strength and vigor infused Nettal's every limb. Every old wound had faded, every ache was gone, and he could feel the shadows of the world itself around him. As the aura of black light faded, he felt the nausea wash away and knew that his ascension was done.

Ombra grinned and helped him to his feet. How do you feel?

Raise Hero: Nettal (4AP) and Infuse Nettal (1AP, 1PAP)

If Raising a Hero counts as an Infusion, then I'll only raise him. If Nettal is already a Hero (don't remember) then i'll just infuse him. If neither apply, I'll do both :smallamused: Nettal's powers just got REAL all up in this bitch

7AP+0PAP

[The Bandicoot]

If there is somewhere you wish to be, then I'll not hold you Yohalles. I'll arrive at my point. I would like for you to join the Manyfold Guardians and protect Creation so that it may continue for eternity. Will you join us?

Starting AP: 0 PAP: 0
Rollover: 6
Final AP: 6 PAP: 0

Me? A guardian of ALL creation?......an interesting idea his eyes glaze over for a short while. Consider me....considering. I am still.....new at this......and I still have questions. I ask that you......grant me some time to find some....answers. He's gone still and stoic in this short time.

[Elemental]

Geasa

Very well uncle, rest well.

She stood and looked at Bright Fire, "I've done all I can, I will help you keep Vigil if you would allow it."

She leaned agains the wall, "I'm sorry, what is your name?"

I am called Brightfire.
What are you called?
She made no threatening moves, but instead seemed to curl up in a beam of sunlight in the corner of the room, feeding off the solar energy.



Sophia, Marren, and Nureen

Sophia bowed slightly to Nureen, "Nice to meet you too lady Nureen."

But she shook her head at Marren wanting to take her back, "I can't go back, not yet. For now, I'm heading for Free Port to stop a great tragedy."

Just so people know, Sophia was who inherited Bjor's infusion and hero status.

So she's at a total of +10RCR for infused order, regular kingdom, Infused Heroine, and Artifact.

Freeport?!?! Where has your sense gone young lady?
I am in agreement with Nureen. You'd likely be killed as soon as you walk through the gate. But, I know that look.
You're right... She has the look of someone determined to get themselves killed.
Marren and Nureen looked at each other and nodded.
We're going with you.

She can refuse, but they'd probably just follow along behind her. After all, they think she's either gone crazy or had some kind of vision.



Unfortunately, Anzhela... infinity does not exist. The Starlight Forests will soon become overcrowded and then collaps in upon themselves, just as you fear will happen to Creation. Kiloasa replied. And I would not have had to consider restoring the goblins to life if Belsheroth had merely heeded my request for caution. He acted immediately and fiercely to protect that which he governs, and his action caused untold damage to that which I govern. However, when I react similarly to how Belsheroth reacted, you would paint me as a villain. If I am a villain, then so is Belsheroth. But only one of us will admit to it, and only one of us is taking responsibility for the damage caused by their actions. If that were not the case, you would not be standing here now.

Even if your fears about Geasa and the Dark Moon crashing into the world are true, the problem will not cease by sending souls elswhere. The world's population continues to increase. And each new body has a new soul. It is only a matter of time before the mass of Creation grows too great for Geasa to withstand.

Have you ever even spoken with the souls you ferry from Creation to their afterlife? I think not. It would do you well to speak with them. For too long the gods have decided the fate of mortals without thought or concern for their wishes and desires. I will change that, and you will help me. Go among the souls in the Forest and in Hell. Ask of them their desires, gather all the information you can. Then return to me with your findings.

Kiloasa might just be trying to get rid of Anzhela here, but he does intend to find out what mortals really want.

Also, to point out a few things that seem to be ignored: Hell is currently permanent, it was one of the last things Mynxae did before his latest hiatus. Also, the souls in hell are used to power soul magic, not mortal ghosts. Why hasn't Belsheroth done anything about this yet?

Again, Anzhela suppresses her urge to sigh.
I shall perform this task.
But know this, you do not know the mind of my Father.
She bows and departs for the Forests. The wording of Kiloasa's order meant that she would be involved in this task for aeons, but she would persevere to teach him a lesson.

Anzhela, scroll and quill in hand in the Forests

She was speaking to a human woman and her daughter.
So, you both died in childbirth and came here?
"Yes, that is correct."
Would you have wished to remain on Ashkharh?
"Well... Our life wasn't good. We were poor and lived in squalor, and when I went into labour with Freda, I was not due for another two months. If we had lived, I feel we would have suffered much."
Apologies for the vagueness of the question... If you had the choice between coming here and lingering on in spirit, would you have?
"Without a doubt, no. Here we are free from the burdens of life. There is clean water and good food whenever we desire it. I can see my sisters who died before me. And we are happy together."
A few minutes later.
Now Anzhela was speaking to an Elthien grandmother.
You died in a fire?
"Yes."
If you had the choice to linger on Ashkharh in spirit, would you have?
"It would have been tempting, but here, I am with my husband and neither of us suffers from the ailments that afflicted us in later life. I can see my grandchild who died from Scarlet Fever, and my own grandmother.
Here, we are happy."
Again, later.
Speaking to a merchant.
Your heart gave way, correct?
"Indeed, that is the case Madame Anzhela."
Would you have remained on Ashkharh in spirit?
"Well... I was an orphan and had no family other than my wife and daughter. I provided well for them, and now they live in luxury, as shall their descendants. I had no need to watch over them.
Now I wait for them here. One of your brethren helped me gather timber, and I'm building a house for my family when they arrive with the help of a nice Goblin Chap I met recently."
These interviews continue on, and on, and on.

Hmm... I'm pretty sure hell lacks permanency... I'll need to check with him, and you know... poke him until he posts.
And he's getting to it. Tearing down the actions of mortals is usually less inflammatory than tearing down the actions of another god.
And the mentions of ghosts used as a power source is hypothetical. No one's done it yet, but it could be conceivably done.


City of Galnkan

Kasak walked toward to the square at the heart of the city and joined the lines waiting for the Druid to open the gate of his orchard. When he first did so, people tore whole branches off the trees and there was a riot over the tender buds of new leaves. As such, the Druid's friend was forced to let loose a few tamed rhinos into the crowd, dispersing it. Now, everyone had to go through the orchard in small groups.
A shadow passed over Kasak and he looked up. It was an angel, divine servant of the Accursed Reaper! What was it doing here? Wait... It seemed to be helping keep order. And there were others picking fruit and placing it in boxes. And they were bringing more in. Some were tending to the wounded.
A most curious turn of events indeed. Still, he had best wait patiently to get food. A riot was not a fun place to be.
As he watched the Belsherai heal the wounded with flashes of light, something fell into place in his mind, and he began to recognise some of the spells used. That one heals simple cuts, that is for the regeneration of broken bones, those two Belsherai there were removing sickness...
How did he know this...

As his knowledge of divine magic is fragmentary at best, he still doesn't realise what those grains of sand were.
Also, I'm assuming that by keeping the Goblins fed and with water, healing and keeping order are acceptable?

[Elricaltovilla]

"A group of people you don't want to find out about." He said matter of factly, unconcerned at his customer's apparent ignorance.

"As far as anyone normal knows they're a guild of a assassins. In fact, I had a run in with the guild in Snow Haven, I barely escaped with my life. Of course, I was much younger and stronger then. Luckily, the guild here in Free Port seems unconcerned with me."

"I suppose you lucked out then, friend." Kuruk said. "We'll take the maps and atlases then, thank you very much for your assistance." Kuruk stepped away from the counter and walked out the door.


Ombra's bright white teeth grinned a cheshire grin beneath his hood. Then be infused, young one.

Nettal felt his insides writhe with sickness - Ombra had been right, this would've knocked him down had he been standing. Power rushed from Ombra's hand and rushed into Nettal's body.

In that instant, Nettal's perception of the world suddenly shifted. Shadows became more pronounced, the night lost it's mystery and became safe and familiar. He could sense - almost see - the fabric of darkness itself on all thngs, and he knew that if he wanted it would bend and twist to his will.

A dark aura surrounded him as the power continued to flow. Nettal's eyes glowed with a bright green light, and similarly colored lightning arced across his body.

As Ombra released his hold, strength and vigor infused Nettal's every limb. Every old wound had faded, every ache was gone, and he could feel the shadows of the world itself around him. As the aura of black light faded, he felt the nausea wash away and knew that his ascension was done.

Ombra grinned and helped him to his feet. How do you feel?

Raise Hero: Nettal (4AP) and Infuse Nettal (1AP, 1PAP)

If Raising a Hero counts as an Infusion, then I'll only raise him. If Nettal is already a Hero (don't remember) then i'll just infuse him. If neither apply, I'll do both :smallamused: Nettal's powers just got REAL all up in this bitch

7AP+0PAP

The power surged through Nettal. It was... incredible. "You do me a great service, Ombra." he said to the god as he stood up. "I will use this power for the good of all mortals, I swear it. I do not wish to be rude after so quickly recieving such a gift from you, but I must attend to matters on Creation. The reconstruction of the Lokab Empire requires the attention of all the Wildlings, myself included."

Nettal bowed to Ombra and left through a nearby portal. His exit from the Mistlands took him nearby a group of knights who were busy at work in the lands that Calasanctium had reclaimed from the fallen Lokab Empire.

@Yeshon: I'd like to get Nettal in contact with Gwyn, as per our discussion via PM. If you're still interested, that is.


Me? A guardian of ALL creation?......an interesting idea his eyes glaze over for a short while. Consider me....considering. I am still.....new at this......and I still have questions. I ask that you......grant me some time to find some....answers. He's gone still and stoic in this short time.

I would encourage you to think about it. Speak with Kipt and ask him anything. I am sure he will be able to provide you with answers to any questions you might have. I wish you well on your journeys, if you ever need a place to rest, the Mistlands will welcome you.

[Xondoure]

What May Be Perceived as the Present

The Fool looked down upon all of creation from his perch just beyond the last star. The many faceted eyes of the Serpent saw all things. The stars stretching out, eternal guardians of the beyond. The starlit forest which grew between them, home of the dead and passed. Home of Lystelle... In strange ways he could see Hell superimposed behind the picture. And from it the screams of suffering fell silently. At the heart of the universe sat the prime world. And around it the rings of Geasa circled in perfect rhythm. A new world had been born in his absence. A world both connected to, yet not of the material. A wild world much like its master. Then there were the dreams. The wonderful dreams of all life clever enough to think it. So many possibilities existed in the dream world, like light that illuminated the inner workings of souls. And through all of this the twisting pattern of the labyrinth shifted and hummed. For through it the sacred energies of the universe flowed; the very life blood of creation. And drowning inside of it the poor souls of the lost; mortal and god alike who had forgotten how to swim. The Fool smiled and his grin extended past the serpents face all the way down it's length until there were two separate golden dragons looking down upon reality. Change was afoot.

Change is Suffering, the Nobility of Fools

Isanloff felt a very peculiar sensation. It was as if the robes that best served his form had been filled. And yet such could not be true for suffering remained as ever upon the world. With a shudder of wings the cloud of butterflies crammed themselves out of the god. Taking perch upon each others wings as they molded into one form in front of him. Finally a raven kin with the head of a fox stood before him. With a deep theatrical bow followed by a wink; the Fool Faydin greeted the only being in creation older than himself.

"Greetings oh great and wise Isanloff, Imperator of Inanition, dearest brother. How fares the suffering of the world?"

As he spoke Faydin stared directly into the mirror, not wavering in the slightest. Of course in his own mind the mirror had been replaced with the face of an old accountant. Twas one who had gotten lost when Hallorn first stepped into the Labyrinth. But such details were not shared with others without a meta perspective.

Breaking the Chains of Form, Freedom of the Mind is Madness

When Halasht returns to check on his army of ghosts he comes across a curious sight. It seems the horde with Ultswyn at the head is locked in furious combat with an old pupil. Of course the Pupil was currently two dozen many armed half giants, but they all had the same face which counted for something. A twenty fifth copy of Arranan's current form appeared before Halasht smiling amiably, and twisting an octet of blades in a friendly way that sort of vaguely suggested an interest in sparring.

"It is good to see you dearest brother, or should I call you master seeing as it was your chosen one who taught me how to fight?"

Arranan glanced down at his eight arms and shrugged. "Well, I've altered the technique a little since then."

Legions March to the Drums of Fools, Storms are Dangerous Enough Without Minds

The Rings of Geasa are used to many strange sights. Clockwork butterflies with six wings was a new one. The little things were everywhere. They perched atop every surface, fanning their iridescent periwinkle wings gently to and fro. When touched they would jump and buzz away, but in the end they were harmless. However their chittering quickly reached irritating levels once Merolle had been located. Every little butterfly hummed his own tune, and the reverberations which seemed only cacophonous arrived here to match with each other perfectly.

"Hello dearest brother. Dien apologizes for any inconveniences our awakening may have caused for your plans on earth. Dien hopes there is no bad blood between us." Hummed the swarm.

A collection of the creatures nearest to the Verdigris Legion had collected themselves, and snapped like puzzle pieces into a form quite similar to an Inevitable, if said Inevitable's inner workings were broken beyond repair. The Fool hadn't really been paying that much attention when he came across the schematics.

The Dead are Never Lost, the Lost are Always Dead

A beautiful young woman older than death itself sat pun an invisible ledge. Her laughter smelled like fairy tales. And her periwinkle dress twinkled with half forgotten stars.

"Greetings oh Starlit Reaper, dearest of brothers. Do you know me as I am?" Lystelle asked.

Deer Feasts on Wolf Flesh, Natural Order is Built on Illusion

A serpent stretches itself to a more reasonable size and sits itself down at a table that wasn't there before in a place it hasn't been in front of the god it had been expecting. Pouring itself some tea with one tail while it adjusted its monocle with a face tendril; the golden furred beast smiled politely.

"You were late for tea time so I decided to bring the party to you dear nephew. Don't worry I forgive you, you'll only just be receiving the invitation in precisely four seconds..." At Kiloasa's side a spirit fox had appeared, and dropped the note gently onto the Arch Druid's lap. "Sorry about that. I'm not used to thinking straight in time. And it's my own concept too. Linearity that is. You'd think I'd have a firmer grasp on it."

Hell is Sanity, to be Made to Suffer is Better than to be Ignored

A vulture circled up above the lord of Hell. Make that six Vultures. No wait, Five, and one picked clean vulture skeleton at Alyveran's feet. The vultures had decided they were hungry.

"Do you intend to die soon deathspawn? Or later, we don't care. We're patient you see."

Howl Back Moon, War is the Height of Folly

A fox appeared before the wolf with mischief in his eyes. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance nephew. It is unfortunate that this is our first meeting, but then were I not to have been dead, and you not to have slept perhaps it would have been sooner."

Constant Vigilance in the face of Insomnia, Shadow Gossip

Ombra's shadow had decided to speak to him. "I have a question my lord. Why is it I always have to do what you do? It seems unfair. Perhaps I should take the reigns every once and a while."

Waters of Chaos, In Depths of Madness

A Giant Squid seemed to materialize out of ink, which had in turn seemed to materialize out of water. Each tentacle had a snake's head attached to the end, and where the creatures mouth should be, a Kalpan skull sat chattering.

"Greetings Aqaeris. You know I'm really not sure what to discuss with you. Chattered the skull. "But it seemed rather rude to leave you out of my grand introduction, so here I am. No need to thank me, I'm just considerate like that."

Bravery is the Most Noble Form of Foolishness

Gwyn felt a familiar twisting around her, it was as if for a moment she had returned into the Labyrinth. However the sensation was different this time. For instead of being dragged there the Labyrinth had brought something to her. In front of her Arranan stood as he had a child of eight, back when he had been known only as Arran by his friends. The only change to his appearance was this child had six butterfly wings sprouting from his back.

"Hello Gwyn, most noble of the gods, and dearest niece." The child paused for a moment in deep consideration. "Or is it mom now? Either way I'm glad to see you're awake.

What Greater Fools than Those in Love

A man appeared before Kipt as Faydin had in life just before departing.

"Hail god of harmony. You may call me Faydin, second aspect of the second god. I have come here to apologize." And at this the man looked truly sad. "For I am afraid harmony will be lacking now that I have rejoined this mortal coil."

The Bloodied Secret of Origin

In a burst of light a figure appeared before Lilli. That figure was Lilli. The second Lilli considered the first Lilli closely before smiling in triumph. "I was wondering where my shadow had gone"

Lost Among the Dunes, Down Flow the Sands of Time

A face appeared in the sand in the presence of Tresingiis. It was an odd face. Every time it made a new expression it fell back into sand and rose up again with the desired emotion

"Oh great and mighty lord of the desert, he whose winds carry the burning sands, ruler of the dry waste; I have travelled from the beginning of time to arrive at this place. And to you I depart this message: Hi, I'm the Fool, well an aspect but no one has bothered to name me, not that I mind, how are you?"

All Who Travel are Mine to Protect, A Fool Will Always Trust the Wanderer

The Fool had felt the change in the ancient high roads, and the Fool was proud. The illusions and chaos he had wrought to protect the wanderers had become so much more than he had ever dreamed. As he appeared before his son he did it in the form of Yohalles' new creatures. And the warmth of his smile was enough to melt glaciers.

"It is good to meet you, my son."

Ages Past, the Frozen Lands

Imil smiled weakly. "Out of the kindness and compassion of your heart?" He suggested as earnestly as he could manage.

[The Bandicoot]

The Mistlands

Yohalles's eyes go wide and he opens up his arms, immediately trying to hug Reisen. Father! I knew I would see you soon.....I knew as soon as I met sister.......the one who smells of death and secrets.

[Drowlord]

Sea of the South
Aquaeris wandered through the seabed, seeing the blasphemous art of his second race. He saw... different beauty there. The beauty of madness and killing and burning, of causing change in a negative way.
He saw the horrible monster, saw it speak to him.
His insane shard hissed and roared to a burning life, splitting apart from him again and forming into a dark form, shining with the fires of burning villages in its new eyes.
"Hello. Who art thee? Nice form, by the way."

Monte Mora
In the fray, a figure, blurring slightly, ran straight into the midst of it. It could be called half-Kalpan, or half-Woden. It had the darker skin of a Klikit-born Kalpan, and the lightning bolt symbol of the Klikit themselves. It wielded a finely crafted Kalpan art-axe.
"Stop fighting!"

Sea of the West
A dire shape slithered into Freeport. It saw a group of slightly drunk humans and Ravenkin walking down the dingy streets, saw them talking and praising a Belsheroth.
It wanted praise, and hungered.
Tentacles of madness snatched them from the boardwalk, and pulled them into hypnotic madness.
Several days later, a cult had formed, the mad visitors to the undersea darkness being priests. In unholy rites they praised the God of Madness, came from the sea.
Many visitors to Freeport were hypnotized into the cult, and they spread it in dingy back alleys of dark streets unseen.

[Exachix]

The Bloodied Secret of Origin

In a burst of light a figure appeared before Lilli. That figure was Lilli. The second Lilli considered the first Lilli closely before smiling in triumph. "I was wondering where my shadow had gone"

The Two who are the Same but Different

"The shadow had been playing." The first Lilli grinned beneath her hood, and spread her hands apart. "I bid you greetings."


Free Port-Gregory of House Raptor

At first the notes are ignored by the mercenaries, but they started to doubt, started to wonder.

Sasha, does not live in the city proper. She is a human woman, born and raised in Free Port. Strangely (or perhaps not) preferring a small cottage in the woods far away from the dangers of Free Port. According to all reports she is a capable fencer, but if rumors are to be believed, she is not under Karma's protection.

Free Port Fell Knives

With time, the notes to the mercenaries slowed, until they stopped. Parvis watched the situation, prepared to jump in. Then, with a sudden, he prepared for a meeting between some of the mercenary leaders, not all of them, but those who seem most cautious and unhappy with their leaders.

Prior to this meeting, he sends a single note to Gregory. Written on a scroll, sealed with wax, but no insignia. The scroll has but a single word written on it.

"Die"

Monte Mora Docklands

The assassin trapped by hippogriff and horde, draws a knive and begins not to cut his way free from the crushing animal, but into the rider. People watching him will note a strange glint in his eye, and a beginnings of froth in his mouth.

At another part of the grand melee, a man wielding a cruel and vicious knife, began to cut his way through the crowd, before being blocked by the beast master and his whip. The beast master struck a blow at the ground and the knife wielder moved to the side, slicing into a man as he went. As the beast master let his whip ring out, the knife wielder took out another dagger, parried the whip and buried the dagger in the ground, taking the whip with it. Though the beast master could easily recover, the knife wielder danced away, aiming to jump over to the boat owned by Brist.

An assassin, from the boat incident, struck at one of the Kalpan guards with her hatchet, attempting to sunder the shields, while tumbling to the ground. His friend, manages to regain is balance, and begins to slice at sailors, at wounds that seem fairly lethal, but it turns out later on that they are easily healable and not serious at all.

With the announcement from the man wishing and end to the conflict, some of the assassins pause, but the frenzying man under the Hippogrif does not stop, and the pause lasts only a few moments, and the assassin's actions are delayed somewhat.

A man in sailor's garb, wielding what looks like a boarding axe, begins to make his way towards the target pair, Akric and Brist! Meanwhile Litan himself takes note of the aerial observer, and ducks away from the conflict to come around the side, dodging through backstreets around the conflict. Pausing only to take a shot of strong whisky, he brings himself onto the dockside with aim to approach Akric and Brist from behind. With a smooth motion he rushes up, parrying a blow from a knife on his own short sword, before leaping and blocking the sailor's boarding axe before it can reach Akric and Brist.

Litan looks to Brist and Akric, his mask concealing a massive grin. He spoke, his voice turned harsher by the shot of whisky. With little discomfort, he rasped, "Lucky, managed to get here before they forced you onto their trap."

AP:8
Rollover: +4
AP:12

[mattsdelf]

The Red Desert: The shifting sands
I'm not sure what you where imagining. Tresingiis looks like a giant hawk.

Tresingiis greets The Fool as a guest. "Actually, in the wake of the Former Lokab Empire, I'm quite busy. Welcome to the desert, you don't seem like a fool, why are you called that?"

The Former Lokab Empire



Goblin refugees were lined up for nearly a mile to try and get some of the food that the Cretaumfolk had brought. Hundreds of thousands of starving men, women and children waiting impatiently for their best chance at survival. Glick had been in line for almost twelve hours when she made it to the front.

"Thank you, thank you thank you!" she said to the strange Cretaumfolk who had arrived from seemingly nowhere. "You have saved me, saved us all. We are in your debt." She took her ration of food and water and left the line.

Glick ran among the destroyed, crumbling buildings to her safe spot. It was a hole in a wall, literally. But it was cool and dark and no one else knew about it. That's what she thought, until she got there.

"Hey li'l miss. Gimme your food." A big, ugly goblin with one eye said. The burned scar of a geas mark was apparent on his forehead.

"Please, it's mine. You can't take it, I'll starve." She begged.

"Ha! Some goblin you are!" The geas-freed goblin replied. he pushed her to the ground and took the food. Glick jumped up straight away and bit the bigger goblin on the shoulder.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" He screamed. The big goblin threw Glick against the wall and pinned her there with one arm. His other hand held a knife at her throat. Glick swallowed hard.

This might be a good time to have a Cretaumfolk Guard come along to save the day :smallwink:

"Not today." A Cretaumfolk with dark green scales demanded as he walks up to the one eye'd goblin and pushes the criminal away with the length of his spear, standing taller than him by many feet. "Who are you that you would take food from others, and kill them before asking for food from those just giving it away?" And he jams his spear forward, aiming for the goblin's remaining eye.

Edit: AP: +4
new AP: 8 + 1 PAP

[AvocadoAvenger]

What May Be Perceived as the PresentWhat Greater Fools than Those in Love

A man appeared before Kipt as Faydin had in life just before departing.

"Hail god of harmony. You may call me Faydin, second aspect of the second god. I have come here to apologize." And at this the man looked truly sad. "For I am afraid harmony will be lacking now that I have rejoined this mortal coil."

"Hello, Faydin." Kipt responded suspiciously. "Forgive me, but I do not understand what you are talking about. What do you mean by harmony will be lacking? Apologizing for what?" He kept his good-natured spirit about him, but Faydin's words made Kipt visibly anxious.


Monte Mora
Feel free to kill my people off if called for, it would add something to the story.
The diplomat's cry was not totally without lasting effect. Soon after he had put himself in the action, much of the chaos that had broken out from random sailors on the dock subsided. Those men were sailors, not warriors to begin with. Additionally, as did the assassins, the much of the guard took pause for a moment as well, creating an otherwise hilarious stop and go effect.

"thanks." Akric grunts at Litan. He then fully engages the man with the knife, expecting Litan to do the same for the Sailor, Brist cowering between them. Akric swings his greatsword at his enemy, slashing at whatever he hits, then turning over smoothly for the next slash.

On his return to the scene, the mounted Elthien flies just over the knife-wielding assassin, preparing to jump onto the boat, and hurls a spear at his chest.
Meanwhile, the two Kalpans land their maneuver. The one wielding a mace had his shield sundered in the process, and he staggers for a moment before he starts swinging wildly. His first strike misses. Slow yet powerful, it splinters a small hole in the wooden dock. Again he raises his mace over his head to strike down at the assassin that was downed, but faces knives to his open stomach. Caught off balance by the bloody, yet hardly threatening wounds, he falls back into the water behind him. The other, now flanked by two assassins, is fighting very defensively. He hides behind his shield circling so that they don't stab his back, and jabs air with his sword to keep them away, waiting for the right time to strike.
Now without anyone nearby to fight, the one fighting bare-clawed moves toward the combat, pausing next to the diplomat. "We are the city guard, what is your purpose here?" he demanded, still seeming threatening as fighting continued around him.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

"All of these things are doable on my part. But what sort of power would I be granted? Magical power for me is explainable through the Drownsword, but there are very few knights that have any magical power."

"It will be a gift, from the Sacrosanct Directors, after their long slumber Lord Isanloff, Balsheroth, and Gwyn all wish to see the long years of suffering end, and you will be given a divine gift, and a divine mandate to carry it out. The power you receive is the will of the gods acting through you to achieve noble goals, that only mortals can achieve for themselves."

[Yeshon]

Geasa

"My name is Gwyn, a pleasure to meet you Brightfire." She leaned against the wall, watching her uncle.

"If I may ask, what sort of creature are you Brightfire?"

Sophia, Marren, and Nureen

That was not the answer she was expecting. She started laughing, it felt good to laugh after so long.

"All right, I'll need all the help I can get."

With that she began to ride West, aiming to miss the Lokab Empire entirely, not knowing that the knights were already reclaiming much of the abandoned lands.

Free Port-The Great Voyage

"Thanks," Sandra whispered as she followed. Saul frowned but followed, while Master Hans seemed particularly unconcerned with what they were doing.

"Take care."

When Kuruk left the building Willy was there waiting outside.

"Big Momma says you're free to go. If you set up a shop here she gets 10% of your profits. Trade by ship is up to the dock masters though."

Free Port-The Fell Knives

A scarred old human and a younger Ravenkin awaited Parvis in a tavern. They were called Marik and Jorias respectively. The human was missing a right ear and was a native of Free Port. Whereas Jorias was the bastard half brother of Gregory.

Gregory's reaction to the note could not be reported, presumably he received many death threats and so was unconcerned with this one.

The Wildling and the Knights

One of the knights pulled up short at the sight of Nettal, "Hail! Are you a Wildling? If so, we seek the one called Nettal! We of the Order of the Spear would seek his assistance."

If you don't mind Gwyn won't be directly involved, the knights are looking for Wildling assistance.

The spear will have the head made from one of the shards that fell off during Gwyn's fight with Vargull.

Gwyn and The Fool

"Uncle?!" For one of the very few times in her life, Gwyn was genuinely suprised. She rushed over to the boy and embraced him. Great, she was becoming like her father was with her.

"I thought you were dead."

Then something else he had said clicked in Gwyn's mind, she pulled back utterly confused, "Wait, 'mom'?"

The Imposter and The Daemon

'Eric' smiled, "That will be an easy sell. All right, as far as I'm concerned, your contract is acceptable."

There was a knock at the door.

"Ah, it seems his royal highness has arrived. It shouldn't take me long to convince him of the merits of continuing the 3rd Crusade."

[HalfTangible]

Constant Vigilance in the face of Insomnia, Shadow Gossip

Ombra's shadow had decided to speak to him. "I have a question my lord. Why is it I always have to do what you do? It seems unfair. Perhaps I should take the reigns every once and a while."

To answer your question, it's because you're a thing, not a person. A natural phenomenon that occurs because I have a solid form. Even if you had the intelligence to move me in place of me moving you, it would be physically impossible. ...Well, I could, of course, make you move independently.

But, see, I don't have a shadow. That would be dumb. He continued cheerily, a bright grin on his face as he turned to look at the shadow. So who're you?

[Drowlord]

Monte Mora
Feel free to kill my people off if called for, it would add something to the story.
The diplomat's cry was not totally without lasting effect. Soon after he had put himself in the action, much of the chaos that had broken out from random sailors on the dock subsided. Those men were sailors, not warriors to begin with. Additionally, as did the assassins, the much of the guard took pause for a moment as well, creating an otherwise hilarious stop and go effect.

"thanks." Akric grunts at Litan. He then fully engages the man with the knife, expecting Litan to do the same for the Sailor, Brist cowering between them. Akric swings his greatsword at his enemy, slashing at whatever he hits, then turning over smoothly for the next slash.

On his return to the scene, the mounted Elthien flies just over the knife-wielding assassin, preparing to jump onto the boat, and hurls a spear at his chest.
Meanwhile, the two Kalpans land their maneuver. The one wielding a mace had his shield sundered in the process, and he staggers for a moment before he starts swinging wildly. His first strike misses. Slow yet powerful, it splinters a small hole in the wooden dock. Again he raises his mace over his head to strike down at the assassin that was downed, but faces knives to his open stomach. Caught off balance by the bloody, yet hardly threatening wounds, he falls back into the water behind him. The other, now flanked by two assassins, is fighting very defensively. He hides behind his shield circling so that they don't stab his back, and jabs air with his sword to keep them away, waiting for the right time to strike.
Now without anyone nearby to fight, the one fighting bare-clawed moves toward the combat, pausing next to the diplomat. "We are the city guard, what is your purpose here?" he demanded, still seeming threatening as fighting continued around him.

"I wish for peaceful resolution of this problem, for I know it's a problem, if possible. Life is short, and death is forever. Besides, it's so tiring to bring them back to 'life' again."
The graceful claw swept back a short black cowl with glowing green symbols on it to reveal a slightly green-tinged but otherwise beautiful face. She raised a glowing baton of pure-white wood. "Do I need to stop this?"

[Elemental]

What May Be Perceived as the Present

The Dead are Never Lost, the Lost are Always Dead

A beautiful young woman older than death itself sat pun an invisible ledge. Her laughter smelled like fairy tales. And her periwinkle dress twinkled with half forgotten stars.

"Greetings oh Starlit Reaper, dearest of brothers. Do you know me as I am?" Lystelle asked.

Reisen... Come to torment me as I lay dying?
No... You are here for something else...
Did you enjoy being "dead"?



Geasa

"My name is Gwyn, a pleasure to meet you Brightfire." She leaned against the wall, watching her uncle.

"If I may ask, what sort of creature are you Brightfire?"

Brightfire doesn't know what she is, at least, not in human terms.
Also, she can't understand the word Gwyn because it's not a descriptive name, so it doesn't register.

Umm... I Don't know what you said... I shall call you Shiningspear.
What sort am I? I am hunter-that-preys-on-lesser-creatures-and-absorbs-food-from-them.



Sophia, Marren, and Nureen

That was not the answer she was expecting. She started laughing, it felt good to laugh after so long.

"All right, I'll need all the help I can get."

With that she began to ride West, aiming to miss the Lokab Empire entirely, not knowing that the knights were already reclaiming much of the abandoned lands.

So... Sophia, why are we going to Freeport? What is this tragedy you speak of?



The Imposter and The Daemon

'Eric' smiled, "That will be an easy sell. All right, as far as I'm concerned, your contract is acceptable."

There was a knock at the door.

"Ah, it seems his royal highness has arrived. It shouldn't take me long to convince him of the merits of continuing the 3rd Crusade."

King Stephen continued to wait for the Captain, so passed the time deciding what art treasures he would steal and take back with him.
With the Knights' permission of course...

[Yeshon]

Gwyn and the Star

Gwyn shrugged, "That name will do as well as any. I suppose I'll rephrase the question, where did you come from?"

Sophia, Marren, and Nureel

Sophia shook her head, "What I saw, was a knight flying the banner of the Spear. He conquered every land without pause. There were none capable of opposing him. He stages feint after feint taking all the lands in his path. But his true goal. What he really wants, is Free Port... I'm going there to find out why he'd want it."

King Stephen

The knights voice no protest, in their minds the palace will be better off without all the finery.

[Hydranova]

Council Chambers

Amathol pondered.

"From Abadil's calculations, five plants would provide us enough power for the whole kingdom with considerable leeway for further growth. His calculations already include the needs of the territories recently recovered by the knights."

"As for timetables for the payment, he has a centennial plan to offer. The Guild trusts us to honor our debts and as you know, the prefer a long term, steady income of praise than short, suddenbursts."

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Frozen Lands

Spiritual being, the hydra hissed a laugh at the envoy, when the sword came, it struck a wall of energy surrounding the creature, the impact point flaring with a tarnished brass hue before the force became invisible once again.

Imil's glass sphere, in turn, landed squarely against the adamantine hide of the titanic beast's face, shattering fruitlessly against the metallic surface, but still enough to bring the head's attention down onto the man. Said head lowers itself to be on Imil's eye level.

"Я пам'ятаю, що ви друїди можуть зрозуміти будь-яку мову."

I recall that you druids can understand any tongue.

The nostrils of the beast release a warm plume, an acrid plume smelling of acrid, ionized storm winds.

"Назви мені хоч одну причину не поглине вас цілком за нахабство, смертний річ."

Give me one reason not to swallow you whole for your insolence, mortal thing.

The envoy frowned, consternation at this sudden ineffectiveness evident on his face. It was time for a new tactic- the ghost reached out, trying to see if he could at least grasp it. And if he could do that, he could scale the beast.

However, he took notice of the druid, eyes squinting. Huh, that looked like that one guy's kid....

[Elemental]

Gwyn and the Star

Gwyn shrugged, "That name will do as well as any. I suppose I'll rephrase the question, where did you come from?"

Ummm... Away from here. A long way from here. I fell for a long time and into the place of non-living-living-dead things.I was up among the points,
Brightfire gestured with an appendage to the distant stars.
That is where my kin are. Where we hunted the lesser creatures that ate the light and consumed them. Where we played and fought.
I was happy and didn't starve...

To translate: non-living-living-dead things are the souls in the Forests. Brightfire finds it hard to believe that they are somehow living and dead because the soul of a Wandering Star perishes when it does.



Sophia, Marren, and Nureel

Sophia shook her head, "What I saw, was a knight flying the banner of the Spear. He conquered every land without pause. There were none capable of opposing him. He stages feint after feint taking all the lands in his path. But his true goal. What he really wants, is Free Port... I'm going there to find out why he'd want it."

A Knight? Conquering? I'd be more inclined to believe Goblins turning down dessert.
And Free Port? Who'd want Free Port?
Nureen and Marren just shrug and continue riding, though they feel they've left out an important detail...



King Stephen

The knights voice no protest, in their minds the palace will be better off without all the finery.

Thus begins the wholesale theft of many of the riches of the palace.
The King's servants begin cataloguing artworks and fine furnishings and packing as many as they can into the empty carriages prepared for such an eventuality.
However, the King was not foolish enough to let this get out of hand, and only stole from the Palace. In the words of his Great Grandmother:
"A wise thief only takes what can be taken without complaint".

[Elricaltovilla]

Deer Feasts on Wolf Flesh, Natural Order is Built on Illusion

A serpent stretches itself to a more reasonable size and sits itself down at a table that wasn't there before in a place it hasn't been in front of the god it had been expecting. Pouring itself some tea with one tail while it adjusted its monocle with a face tendril; the golden furred beast smiled politely.

"You were late for tea time so I decided to bring the party to you dear nephew. Don't worry I forgive you, you'll only just be receiving the invitation in precisely four seconds..." At Kiloasa's side a spirit fox had appeared, and dropped the note gently onto the Arch Druid's lap. "Sorry about that. I'm not used to thinking straight in time. And it's my own concept too. Linearity that is. You'd think I'd have a firmer grasp on it."



I do not recall having ever been invited to tea with you, Fool. Nor, in fact, do I think we have ever properly been introduced. However I know you through your children. The bloody minded female and the restless son. So allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Kiloasa, The Hungering. I am the Arch-Druid, the Green Maker, and the Treefather.

It is unfortunate that you missed the party I prepared, it would have been the perfect opportunity to reveal yourself. The Fool Reisen was dangerous, Kiloasa's Wildlings had informed him of that much. Chaos was not inherently evil, but that did not prevent it from being destructive. Nature required a balance of things.


The Former Lokab Empire

"Not today." A Cretaumfolk with dark green scales demanded as he walks up to the one eye'd goblin and pushes the criminal away with the length of his spear, standing taller than him by many feet. "Who are you that you would take food from others, and kill them before asking for food from those just giving it away?" And he jams his spear forward, aiming for the goblin's remaining eye.

Edit: AP: +4
new AP: 8 + 1 PAP

"I'm the one strong enough to take it!" The one-eyed goblin replied as he ducked the spear. He slashed at the thick shaft with his knife, but only succeeded in knocking it aside.



Free Port-The Great Voyage

"Thanks," Sandra whispered as she followed. Saul frowned but followed, while Master Hans seemed particularly unconcerned with what they were doing.

"Take care."

When Kuruk left the building Willy was there waiting outside.

"Big Momma says you're free to go. If you set up a shop here she gets 10% of your profits. Trade by ship is up to the dock masters though."

"Well, tell Big Momma to expect a merchant's ship from my homeland before the end of the trading season." Kuruk replied. He fished out a few gold coins and handed them to the boy. "For your trouble."

Kuruk turned to the knights and said, "We'll depart for Monte Mora in three days time. Make sure all the buckets are clean before we leave though. I'll probably be making good use of them..."




The Wildling and the Knights

One of the knights pulled up short at the sight of Nettal, "Hail! Are you a Wildling? If so, we seek the one called Nettal! We of the Order of the Spear would seek his assistance."

If you don't mind Gwyn won't be directly involved, the knights are looking for Wildling assistance.

The spear will have the head made from one of the shards that fell off during Gwyn's fight with Vargull.



"Then fortune smiles upon you Knight. I am Nettal, leader of the Wildlings. What does the Order of the Spear require my assistance for?" Nettal smiled his widest smile and filled it with the energy of his new infusion and all of his druidic charms. New friends were always welcome.

Starting AP: 6 PAP: 0
Gain Domain: Destruction (Wrath) 3 AP
Create Relic- 4 AP
Infuse Relic- 2 AP
Curse- 1 AP Trial of Belsheroth

Final AP: 3 PAP: 0

@Elemental: You're not going to tell me that Anzhela is seriously never going to find a soul that doesn't want to return to Creation are you?
Also, I want to get the Madame Woodsworth story moving forward. It's a bad idea to leave crazy people alone for too long.

[Elemental]

@Elemental: You're not going to tell me that Anzhela is seriously never going to find a soul that doesn't want to return to Creation are you?
Also, I want to get the Madame Woodsworth story moving forward. It's a bad idea to leave crazy people alone for too long.

She hasn't finished yet. And those were the first three interviews.
And reincarnation isn't an option, so she's not asking them about it, merely whether they would have lingered as a spirit.
I'm sure she'd have lots of people signing up when she finally gets around to Hell. A lot of people have died after all.

Anzhela continues her interviews in the Forests

She had given up on the scroll when it had gotten too long, so instead had a large metal bound book at her disposal. Easily thousands of pages.
Now she was interviewing a young child.
You died from Pox, isn't that correct little one?
"Yes Miss."
If you had the choice to linger on in spirit, would you have?
"What do you mean?"
Linger on, as a mere shadow of yourself without being able to touch anything. Merely to see and hear and to speak.
"Maybe... I don't know... Yes? I miss my mum and kitty. Nanna is looking after me, but it's not the same."
The child didn't cry, as the time for that was over. But still, the sadness of the child pulled at Anzhela's heart and she stayed with him for a while and comforted him.
A few hours later
Damn her compassion... Now she was behind schedule... Oh well...
She smiled at her personal joke.

[Yeshon]

Gwyn and the Star

"And you cannot return to the place of your birth?"

Sophia, Marren, and Nureen

"That's not all, I wish it were. But think about it. Carrying the Banner of the Order of the Spear? Who is it that has the right order us to war? Who is the only one in all the kingdom, neither the king nor the council can effectively oppose? Who has the most elite military force in the world?"

She was silentfor a moment, "There's a reason I'm not returning to the Order. Not unless I can find proof of our Captain's goals."

Free Port-The Great Voyage

Willy nods and disappears,

Sandra laughed at Kuruk's comment, "Aye, aye, captain!"

Saul frowned, but he rarely did anything else.

Nettal

The knight sighed relieved. "We've been looking all over for you, we have an offer from the Order of the Spear. We would like to request the Wildling's assistance in uniting the continent under Calasanctium. As payment you may name you price. But-"

He pulled a spear from his back, "This spear was forged from a shard from Gwyn's own spear, broken off during her duel with Vargull. Unlike our patroness, one may put it down, if done willingly. But it will return your hand if you drop it by accident, intention, or if it is taken from you. We are willing to give you this spear before the campaign begins in earnest, as a token of our esteem."

Beginning AP: 6
Forge Artifact, The Shard Spear -4AP Nettal can feel Gwyn's divine power within it. Which is probably more attractive than the other features.
Ending AP: 2AP

[mattsdelf]

"I'm the one strong enough to take it!" The one-eyed goblin replied as he ducked the spear. He slashed at the thick shaft with his knife, but only succeeded in knocking it aside.

"Strength is in spirit" The Cretaum, standing much larger than the goblin, takes a step forwards and tries to grab the goblin in a choke hold with his left hand. He fixes his hold on his spear with his right hand, making sure it could be thrust forward if his choke hold fails.

[Elricaltovilla]

Free Port-The Great Voyage

Willy nods and disappears,

Sandra laughed at Kuruk's comment, "Aye, aye, captain!"

Saul frowned, but he rarely did anything else.

"All right, my Knightly bodyguards. Where should we head to next in this wondorous city?" Kuruk asked. He was looking for nearly any excuse to avoid spending another night on the ship.



Nettal

The knight sighed relieved. "We've been looking all over for you, we have an offer from the Order of the Spear. We would like to request the Wildling's assistance in uniting the continent under Calasanctium. As payment you may name you price. But-"

He pulled a spear from his back, "This spear was forged from a shard from Gwyn's own spear, broken off during her duel with Vargull. Unlike our patroness, one may put it down, if done willingly. But it will return your hand if you drop it by accident, intention, or if it is taken from you. We are willing to give you this spear before the campaign begins in earnest, as a token of our esteem."

Beginning AP: 5
Forge Artifact, The Shard Spear -4AP Nettal can feel Gwyn's divine power within it. Which is probably more attractive than the other features.
Ending AP: 1AP

"A spear forged from Gwyn's own? And you would just give it to any stranger that comes along?" Nettal laughed. Ombra's power made his own natural charm almost irresistible. This was almost too easy. "Who was it that told you to look for me?"


"Strength is in spirit" The Cretaum, standing much larger than the goblin, takes a step forwards and tries to grab the goblin in a choke hold with his left hand. He fixes his hold on his spear with his right hand, making sure it could be thrust forward if his choke hold fails.

The one eyed goblin wrapped his hands around the Cretaum's wrist while the green scaled fist closed around his throat. Small gurgling sounds came out of his mouth, as did a small amount of drool. Soon, the Goblin slumped in the Cretaum's grasp, unconcious.

"Why would you do that for me?" Glick asked.

[Yeshon]

Free Port-The Great Voyage

Sandra looked around, "Well first of all do any of us remember how to get out of this maze."

Saul sighed, "Take the next right, then a left, when you see the jeweler's booth you'll want to make a left."

"You were paying attention?"

"One of us had to. Also I think there is supposedly an Inn nearby sir... the Skull and Dagger?"

Nettal & The Knights

"No, we're willing to give it to an ally that would help us overcome the obstacles in uniting this land. As for who told us, it was madame Curot, the Order's Astromancer."

[Elemental]

Gwyn and the Star

"And you cannot return to the place of your birth?"

There is no way possible. It is too far.



Sophia, Marren, and Nureen

"That's not all, I wish it were. But think about it. Carrying the Banner of the Order of the Spear? Who is it that has the right order us to war? Who is the only one in all the kingdom, neither the king nor the council can effectively oppose? Who has the most elite military force in the world?"

She was silentfor a moment, "There's a reason I'm not returning to the Order. Not unless I can find proof of our Captain's goals."

But the Captain is an honourable man, I spoke to him on occasion, and he did not seem the type to take to war for purposes of conquest...
Oh Marren... A Knight can be corrupted like any other man. You just have to offer them something different.
We'll need to find out more before we can act. I am a loyal citizen of Calasanctium and all, and I want us to be prosperous. But if there is going to be more war, I doubt the Kingdom will survive...

[Elricaltovilla]

Free Port-The Great Voyage

Sandra looked around, "Well first of all do any of us remember how to get out of this maze."

Saul sighed, "Take the next right, then a left, when you see the jeweler's booth you'll want to make a left."

"You were paying attention?"

"One of us had to. Also I think there is supposedly an Inn nearby sir... the Skull and Dagger?"

"I knew bringing you along would be good for something Saul. The Skull and Dagger? How quaint." Kuruk marched off, following Saul's directions until they came to the entrance to the Inn. It did not look quaint.

"You didn't happen to see any other Inns around here, did you?" Kuruk asked, swallowing hard.



Nettal & The Knights

"No, we're willing to give it to an ally that would help us overcome the obstacles in uniting this land. As for who told us, it was madame Curot, the Order's Astromancer."

"I had thought the magic of Astromancy long since lost to time. It seems I overlooked some things. What obstacles are giving you such challenges, sir knight/"

[Yeshon]

Gwyn & The Star

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Gwyn smiled, "For what it's worth it's a pleasure meeting you Brightfire."

Sophia, Marren, and Nureel

Sophia frowned, "I really wish that wasn't true."

Sophia's stomach growled, she smiled and looked back, "But before we do anything, do either of you have anything to eat. I haven't eaten in half a day."

Your decision how many more exchanges before we start their travel montage.

Free Port-The Great Voyage

Even Saul looked a little nervous, "no, no I didn't."

"Maybe we should just go back to the ship?"

The Knights and Nettal

The knight nodded, "Astromancy was almost dead, but there were enough masters still alive to pass the knowledge on. As for what obstacles we face, we would like for you, the Wildlings, a Contingent of knights, and five legions to wage war against the lords of the north."

[Elemental]

Gwyn & The Star

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Gwyn smiled, "For what it's worth it's a pleasure meeting you Brightfire."

I shall sleep now that I know you are not dangerous.
Brightfire's radiance dimmed ever so slightly, and she almost appeared to stretch out in the light. Very difficult to tell with a shape-altering mass of light.



Sophia, Marren, and Nureel

Sophia frowned, "I really wish that wasn't true."

Sophia's stomach growled, she smiled and looked back, "But before we do anything, do either of you have anything to eat. I haven't eaten in half a day."

Your decision how many more exchanges before we start their travel montage.

Begin the travel montage. Always saves time.
Just to note: On the way South, Marren will have sent two letters. One to his niece and one to Patriarch Enrich of Snow Haven to let the Church of Belsheroth know that he'll be away for a long time.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Profaniti, Captain Eric

The Daemon grinned, white light seeping from between his cruel teeth. He held before him a divine/Avarician contract to be signed. It contained only what had been agreed to, no tricks. Profaniti added one final addendum, almost as an afterthought. "As a special gift, to you and those closest to you, assuming you agree of course, you shall be granted something like the power of an archlich, or something therelikes. Of course, subtlety being key, and with the recent troubles, it will not be quite so... flagrant as them, you will be granted great physical and magical power, immortality, all the perks, but your appearance will change little, if at all, from your current form. Again, assuming you agree."

And with that the deal would be made, the pact would be signed, and all would be happier for it. Or so was the great hope of this illustrious meeting. Profaniti departs when everything is signed, though he remains watchful, in case something goes awry or the good captain needs to discuss something.

Wardog and the Fool

Vargull, watching over the world now, Reisen appears. Vargull turns to him, an unreadable expression on his face. "So the Fox and the Wolf finally meet, muzzle to muzzle. It is good to see you uncle. Is there something special you wanted to talk about, or just catching up for no times' sake?"

Northern Realms
Amidst the Northern Realms some of the Tyrant nations were stirring, with the Goblin Empires' fall, and the Calsanctiums' invasion of the Free Cities, some of the nations were riled up as it was, but some of the Tyrants, especially those like Lycanthropes, Wargs, and Ember Spirits, but also Dragons, Sorcerers, and plain old Warlords, began to hear a call, a call not heard in 3,000 years among their kind. Some ignored it, some were slow to heed, but many knew the call and were glad, they began mobilizing their forces, moving them to the southern borders of their small kingdoms, duchies, baronies and territories, preparing for what was to come.




Having conversed with Yeshon, I am assuming the impostor agrees, so... here goes.
8AP- 1AP Bless: The Knights and soldiers that take the renewed oath and thus agree to the contract will be given great gods-given strength, and the strength agreed upon in the contract, they will be given a holy mission to conquer the lands to make them safe and to end or reduce suffering in the world, and aside from strength and zeal, there will be a level of good luck in the war effort as well, crop yields, bureaucratic efficiencies, etc. little things that add up in war.
-4AP Create Fabled Life: Vampires. They don't have the fangs yet (or they aren't readily apparent) they don't burn in the sun (yet at least) and they don't suffer from the drawbacks of Vampirism traditionally seen. They have incredible physical and magical powers, and besides maybe some slightly pointy ears, moderately sunken eyes, vaguely pale or ashy skin, and some overlong canines, they look like regular people.
-2AP Infuse: Vargull's divine gift, after all, a Holy War is a War, the Calsanctium are given, for now, his divine aid twice over in the persecution of this war. Of course, Vargull is going to every length to hide his power in the guise of the Daemons' blessing on behalf of Lord Isanloff.

I'm going to flesh out some of those Northern nations more later, I don't know if I need to spend AP to influence them at all, will do a bless/curse if I need to spend something though.

[Yeshon]

Gwyn and The Star

Gwyn nodded, "Then sleep well Brightfire."

'Captain Eric'

'Eric' smiled, "I accept." With that he signed the contract and twenty knights found themselves transformed. All were knights who were somehow involved in the captain's scheme and were not a part of karma. Only one of them, knew the whole truth and she was outside the door.

Captain Eric emerged from the door to find Jennifer still reeling from the transformation. What had just happened to her?

'Eric' smiled cruelly, "I've just secured our most important ally yet. Come Jennifer, let us greet the king."

King Stephen

The King saw the captain of the knights walk down the stairs, he was dressed modestly, though still with enough finery to not insult the king. He bowed,

"My lord king. It is an honor for you to visit us." He doubted the king would balk at the chance to extend his borders more. And oh, would he extend them.

Gwyn will be the one cursing the vampires with their traditional weaknesses to sunlight and such (blood is an unintended consequence) when she finally discovers what's going on. So I ask people give us time to flesh this story before dropping atom bombs on them

The Journey

Despite Sophia's objections Marren sends the two letters. Over the course of their travels the party encounters many enemies, mostly bandits, but some wandering ghouls. Sophia displays remarkable skill in each of these encounters. Difficult to believe this was the same woman who had been so horribly injured by a single ghoul.

During the travels she has let slip something of her training, with quotes that didn't exist outside of the cave she had trained in. Among other odd idiosyncracys in which she would recite a training exercise Bjor had given her before doing it.

Once, she had even been drunk, but that episode wasn't to be trusted.

Finally, after over two week's travel, the party arrived outside of Free Port.

"Thought we'd never get here."

@mattsdelf: If you want the Cretaum convoy to arrive (only just now noticed it after a bit of back reading:smallredface:), just post them coming into Free Port, then I'll start responding.

[Elemental]

'Captain Eric'

'Eric' smiled, "I accept." With that he signed the contract and twenty knights found themselves transformed. All were knights who were somehow involved in the captain's scheme and were not a part of karma. Only one of them, knew the whole truth and she was outside the door.

Captain Eric emerged from the door to find Jennifer still reeling from the transformation. What had just happened to her?

'Eric' smiled cruelly, "I've just secured our most important ally yet. Come Jennifer, let us greet the king."

King Stephen

The King saw the captain of the knights walk down the stairs, he was dressed modestly, though still with enough finery to not insult the king. He bowed,

"My lord king. It is an honor for you to visit us." He doubted the king would balk at the chance to extend his borders more. And oh, would he extend them.

Gwyn will be the one cursing the vampires with their traditional weaknesses to sunlight and such (blood is an unintended consequence) when she finally discovers what's going on. So I ask people give us time to flesh this story before dropping atom bombs on them

Ah... Captain Eric. I hope that you were not delayed by an emergency. It would be terrible if things did not go well.
Still, let us not waste time with idle banter, and instead move to the matter at hand.
He gestured to a servant who moved forward carrying a heavy wooden box.
I have something for you. Well, not you in particular, but The Order.
The King opened the box and took out a silver circlet, glittering with diamonds and amethysts.
This is for you Sir Knight, for your services to the Kingdom. Do you desire a ceremony or not?


The City of Galnkan

The handing out of food went well, as usual. Now to get back to the shop without getting attacked on the way. Kasak looked around at the rest of the crowd. Some people had started eating their food already, eager to get a meal in before it was stolen from their grasp by thugs. At least Kasak was blessed with sharp claws and cunning.
As he was walking away from the square, he heard a woman scream. Glancing briefly, he saw another woman cornering her in an alleyway. Just keep walking, just keep walking. Don't get yourself in trouble.
Վահանը եւ պաշտպանել թույլերը.
He looked around, and could not identify the source of the words.
Տառապում են ոչ թե չար ապրելու, չլինի, մենք ինքներս պետք է չար.
Okay, now something was definitely up... Gibberish didn't just appear out of nowhere.
Գիտելիքը ուժ է. Միայն իմաստուն են, իսկապես ուժեղ:
He could not help himself, and he whispered the last phrase, somehow knowing what it meant.
Knowledge is power... Only the wise are truly strong...
Confidently, he continued, somehow knowing what to say.
And the wise seek only truth, and only kindness is true.
Oh... Hell... He'd been geased!
Best to help the poor lady, lest he suffer whatever consequences come with being geased... One didn't ask what they were after all.
He ran into the alley, claws ready. Leaping through the air, he collided with the assailant, bowling her over. A second later, his claws were in the woman's neck, severing her spinal cord and giving her a quick death.
Are you alright?
The victim didn't respond, she was bleeding from a wound in her abdomen, near priceless fruit lying in the dust beside her. Almost without thinking, Kasak knelt down beside her and placed his hands over the wound, speaking a phrase difficult for him to wrap his tongue around.
Բուժելու, Դուք չպետք է տեսնել, անտառների այսօր:
Light erupted from between his fingers and the wound closed. She was breathing easier now.
You handled that well. It's sad that you had to kill the other woman...
Who are you? And how did I do this?
Well... Depending on your philosophical beliefs, I am either your worst nightmare or one of the greatest forces of good to ever exist. You may have heard of me. I am the Starlit Reaper.
Belsheroth? But... You're a monster! You steal Goblins from their homes!
That's one entirely false interpretation of my actions. But you'll find out all about that when you die.
I need your help... You see... I offered unto the Archdruid a talisman of incalculable value that would confer upon a Goblin the entirety of the knowledge concerning the art of Divine Magic, which is essentially channelling my power to do what is more or less my bidding.
However, he chose not to accept this offer, and instead, an indeterminate number of your kind have received fragmented knowledge which they may or may not utilise.
But in your case... You received a significant portion, and the ability is strong in you. Easily a match for any High Priest, living or dead. Of course, they'd easily defeat you because you lack their lifetime of training. But I think you have it in you.
So, you want me to be your priest?
Cleric.
Whatever. Why?
To make amends. If you bring the gift of pure and unadulterated healing to your kind, my Nephew can in no way say that I am an uncaring tyrant in all but name.
Are you an uncaring tyrant?
No, or we would not be having this conversation.
Now... Tend to this woman first, make sure she arrives home safely, and then I'll teach you all about your new power.
What? I can't refuse?
Are you going to?
Kasak was silent.
Okay, she's coming around now. You'll know what to do.

Shield and protect the weak.
Suffer not wickedness to live, lest we be wicked ourselves.
Knowledge is power. Only the wise are truly strong.
Heal, you shall not see the Forests today.


Hopefully that's not too out of character for a Goblin.

[mattsdelf]

@mattsdelf: If you want the Cretaum convoy to arrive (only just now noticed it after a bit of back reading:smallredface:), just post them coming into Free Port, then I'll start responding.

They're not there yet, they're lost in the desert, I was about to post about that. Also, they don't know anything about the success of Tresingiis in the desert, or even that the cretaum are there yet.

The Red Desert: The shifting sands

Drestin sighed. He had been over this sand dune three times, with two short cacti on the left, and the same rock formation at two o'clock. He turns to his party, "Do any of you remember which way from here? We aught to turn around, It's been two nights since we left, supposed to gather information. Now we are lost."

One of them answers him, " I don't know how to go back to Shreddokk, but if we wait till night, I can use the stars to gain orientation, and we can go in the same direction until we hit something."

"I hope so, Red (Reddulch) will be upset that we failed our mission. I thought we could never get lost in the desert, but the rain did us in. It wiped the scent off of everything, and scared off the game we had been following."

A town in the Former Lokab Empire.


The one eyed goblin wrapped his hands around the Cretaum's wrist while the green scaled fist closed around his throat. Small gurgling sounds came out of his mouth, as did a small amount of drool. Soon, the Goblin slumped in the Cretaum's grasp, unconcious.

"Why would you do that for me?" Glick asked.

The Cretaum took his knife from him, and carved out his eye. He loosed his hold, the unconscious goblin fell to the floor. He wouldn't die, but that goblin would now live in a world of darkness. "I am Michael, and I did it because we can't have people like him who pick on his own kind, and steal and kill. The desert is too unforgiving for us to quarrel and take advantage of each other. Our tribes in the west look out for one another, which is why we can have a joint head chief in Shreddokk."

[Yeshon]

Ah... Captain Eric. I hope that you were not delayed by an emergency. It would be terrible if things did not go well.
Still, let us not waste time with idle banter, and instead move to the matter at hand.
He gestured to a servant who moved forward carrying a heavy wooden box.
I have something for you. Well, not you in particular, but The Order.
The King opened the box and took out a silver circlet, glittering with diamonds and amethysts.
This is for you Sir Knight, for your services to the Kingdom. Do you desire a ceremony or not?


"I have uncovered dire news sire, so I would request no ceremony and permission to depart quickly. I've found evidence that the Kingdoms of the North were not only complicit in the infestation of ghouls, but in fact helped to smuggle many of the bodies into Calasanctium where they were animated."

He motions Jennifer forward who hands him several masterfully forged documents, showing letters to and from multiple kings of the North. All corraborating what 'Eric' had said.

[Drowlord]

A Town in the Former Lokab Empire
A shimmering form, like a young female goblin, gently touched down on the desert sands. Her eyes were liquid with pain, but hope as well.
"Thank you, kind Cretaum. My former race needs uniting sorely, and it needs trust and loyalty to do that. You risked death to save one about to die, like I should have for my crimes."
She touched a burning Geas-mark on her brow and sighed.
"However, I need not burden you with my history. Aquaeris will soon be here. He will reward you."
Rollover for yesterday:
0 AP+4: 4 AP total

[mattsdelf]

A Town in the Former Lokab Empire

Michael looked at the apparition that had appeared to him and looked shocked, " I was just d-doing my job, who are you, anyway? Did you say Aquaeris is coming here?"
Glick is still here.

The Former Lokab Empire

Tresingiis had overseen the Cretaum attend to almost all of the goblin villages in the Former Lokab Empire. They where gathering and delivering food, helping the wildlings regroup everyone, and had camps of several cretaum at every village's center. They where making good progress. It seemed like everything was moving right along. Still, he hadn't heard from Reddulch in the capitol. The memories of the trial of Belsheroth rang in his head, and he was for a moment, enraged at the Starlight Reaper. The goblins seemed more than willing to be helped, and Tresingiis thought that they could live together, kind of a joint empire. . . Yes, He liked that idea quite a lot. The tribes could do an awful lot of good for these broken people.

The Lokab Capitol.
The groups of Cretaum split up, taking different streets, running into riots, beating up bozos, throwing apart gangs. The Cretaum where strong, ordered, in comparison to the Lokabs who where weak, confused, and miserable. Up one ally, Reddulch purged the chaos with his spear, he drove it right through a goblin who pulled a knife on him. His spear and headset, and shiny red scales where not all that set him apart from the other Cretaum. He marched right down street after street, announcing his presence and plan to every goblin and every house, " I REPRESENT THE CRETAUM, Under the authority of the Desert, we summon you outside the walls of this wretched city. There will be no more blood spilled between kin. There will be food and water, and rest available if you heed this call." The city was huge, It took a couple days before the Cretaum could manage all of it, before chaos was turned into order. Even then, it was not right, the goblins seemed to resist, like the Cretaum where too late here, and the goblins where still upset about their archlich leaders being so eagerly smited. Especially after the trial of Belsheroth incident. But they went, they arranged slowly outside the city walls, and awaited whatever speech was impending.

The Red Desert: Shreddokk

Drestin and his party managed to find their way back under the stars. They all went back to their tribes, and went to sleep, hoping he could dodge the need to debrief whoever was still here in the morning, having failed his job.

[Drowlord]

Former Lokab Empire, Desert
The seraphic figure sighed. "I am Sofía. I lived three thousand years ago in the city that was the capital of the Lokab Empire. I lived at a time where the leaders hated the gods, not believing in them. A few faithful prayed in secret to them, for glory and hope and renewal and forgiveness."
Her wings dropped slightly.
"I was one of them. They sent a team to capture me, and I tried to fight. But I was just a young girl, and they were huge and terrifying, and they had nets..."
"I was taken to the High Inquisitor, who almost tortured me to death. I let slip the information that there were others who were still faithful. He had power... He branded me, forced me against my will to lure all of the faithful to one place. Then, he killed them all, their families, and mine. And he let me go, to wander to a broken death in the desert."
"Aquaeris took mercy on me, and, dirtying his immortal hands, lifted me up and gave me new wings and grace and life. I am one of the Tears of Aquaeris. Those that die wronged are taken by us and given unaging life in the Beaty and art of the Sunken Palaces, and given the task of helping those in hardship. Aquaeris is noble, and he sees nobility. He is coming."

And the air shimmered as, with gentle blue light, Aquaeris sunk to the ground, as a winged human, but ancient and wise.
"Hello. Tell me, who art thee, and what is thy race? Thy noble deeds will not go unrewarded."

[Exachix]

Free Port-The Fell Knives

A scarred old human and a younger Ravenkin awaited Parvis in a tavern. They were called Marik and Jorias respectively. The human was missing a right ear and was a native of Free Port. Whereas Jorias was the bastard half brother of Gregory.

Gregory's reaction to the note could not be reported, presumably he received many death threats and so was unconcerned with this one.
Free Port Fell Knives

Parvis nodded to both men, before seating. "I assume you know why you're here."

Monte Mora

Hilarious, were it not a situation of sheer violence. Despite the calm, the assassin trapped still twisted and furiously cut.

The assassin who was attempting to reach the boat critically failed, but instead halted, and turned to throw another knife at the flying guardsman, yet the spear lodged in his shoulder-blade. Wincing in pain he drops into the water. The pair of assassins fighting the Kalpan glance at each other, before splitting up to either side, striking simultaneously at leg and wrist.

While Akric easily halts the progress of the knife man, Litan simply dodges a couple of blows from the Sailor. He slices at the sailor's cheek, causing some blood to run, and after a smooth parry, he deflects the sailor towards Akric, while giving a small push to Brist, and looking at him. "Quick! Away from this!"

[AvocadoAvenger]

Monte Mora

The guard raised an eyebrow at the Hydresse. Back to life again? what is he talking about? the Kalpan thought. In response he said "They are murdering innocent men." as if that stood for itself.
The other guard managed to parry the strike to his wrist, but the momentum of the block, and the strike to his leg sent him spinning out of control. He hit the ground, and did his best to roll way from the action.
Next, seeing somewhere he could be, the bare clawed guard ran into the action. He lunges for the wrist of the assassin who just struck at the wrist of the guard. Swinging his leg around, he attempts to trip trip the man to the ground.

Brist hardly knew what to do. There had already been one assassin on his ship, why not another? He had, however, planned to leave by ship to get as far away from this assassin stuff as possible, and he figured that if he ran back into the city he would certainly have to face his assailants once again. So instinctively, he ran past Akric, and onto his ship as fast as he could. Brist paused only to stop over the injured body of the assassin Akirc had taken out. He didn't even stop long enough to tell whether the man was alive or dead, just pointed to him and said "Crew! Tie him up!" Next, Brist ran strait to his cabins quarters yelling "Away! Away! Now!" the whole time, and gesturing forward to show he meant to disembark.
Akirc rushed back to the dock after taking out his opponent. He didn't quite trust the man in the mask due to his mysterious nature, but he certainly wasn't hurting the situation right now. "Stand down in the name of the law" Akric declared, holding his sword to intimidate the sailor. The blood on his sword from his last opponent didn't hurt his intimidation check in his mind either. This man looked to be a common sailor lost in the chaos, but he half expected him to turn out to be another assassin.

The frantic assassin made the trapped Elthien go a bit crazy trying to dislodge himself. The other truly looked insane, and he feared for his life. Even accidentally one of his cuts could go the wrong way and impale him.

The knife thrown struck the ridden beast in the gut, and it fell hard. It's rider jumped just in time, falling to his feet, then to the ground. He was disoriented at first, but recovered quickly enough, and charged into combat again, spear drawn. He looked apt to strike the first enemy he came across with a spear thrust.

[Drowlord]

Monte Mora
"I know. However, to stop stooping to their level, could we not have a fair judging in public, rather than this... Brawl?"
The Hydressë pointed her staff at two corpses, who rose to their feet and lurched to join their mistress. The one on the right carried a heavy club, the left a cuirass.
"Do I have to stop this?"

[mattsdelf]

Former Lokab Empire, Desert
The seraphic figure sighed. "I am Sofía. I lived three thousand years ago in the city that was the capital of the Lokab Empire. I lived at a time where the leaders hated the gods, not believing in them. A few faithful prayed in secret to them, for glory and hope and renewal and forgiveness."
Her wings dropped slightly.
"I was one of them. They sent a team to capture me, and I tried to fight. But I was just a young girl, and they were huge and terrifying, and they had nets..."
"I was taken to the High Inquisitor, who almost tortured me to death. I let slip the information that there were others who were still faithful. He had power... He branded me, forced me against my will to lure all of the faithful to one place. Then, he killed them all, their families, and mine. And he let me go, to wander to a broken death in the desert."
"Aquaeris took mercy on me, and, dirtying his immortal hands, lifted me up and gave me new wings and grace and life. I am one of the Tears of Aquaeris. Those that die wronged are taken by us and given unaging life in the Beaty and art of the Sunken Palaces, and given the task of helping those in hardship. Aquaeris is noble, and he sees nobility. He is coming."

And the air shimmered as, with gentle blue light, Aquaeris sunk to the ground, as a winged human, but ancient and wise.
"Hello. Tell me, who art thee, and what is thy race? Thy noble deeds will not go unrewarded."

Michael looked at Aquaeris with reverence and said, "My name is Michael, I am a Cretaum from tribe Kilos. We came east from our home in The Red Desert to help the goblins after the death of the archliches, at the command of our god, and head chief. But I saved that woman because it was the right thing to do and I was there, not because I want a reward." He didn't want to offend the god, but he didn't think what he did was worthy of divine intervention, especially when stopping things like that was what they came east for. "My grace, I am only a peasant, am I really worthy of any reward?"

[Yeshon]

Free Port-Fell Knives

Jorias nodded gravely. Marik's eyes narrowed, "I'm kinna slow, why don't you explain it to me?"

[Elemental]

"I have uncovered dire news sire, so I would request no ceremony and permission to depart quickly. I've found evidence that the Kingdoms of the North were not only complicit in the infestation of ghouls, but in fact helped to smuggle many of the bodies into Calasanctium where they were animated."

He motions Jennifer forward who hands him several masterfully forged documents, showing letters to and from multiple kings of the North. All corraborating what 'Eric' had said.

King Stephen took a pair of spectacles out from one of his pockets and began perusing the documents. Something was odd about one or two of them, but the rest seemed genuine.
These seem to be in order. If you desire to crush the unbelievers of the North for perpetrating such blasphemy, then I have no objection.
Let us get this other matter out of the way in an short a time as possible.
Please kneel Sir Knight.

If Captain "Eric" kneels to accept the circlet, the King shall crown him Grand Duke of Lands of the Order.

[Yeshon]

'Eric' and King Stephen

The Imposter knelt.

Free Port-The Knight's Quest

Sophia led the procession into Free Port. The smell was the first thing to greet them. The sights of rampant poverty were next. Children lined the roads begging for food. Sophia seemed suprised and handed off her loaf of bread.

"I heard it was bad bu-"

She didn't seem to notice one of the older children was using the cover to dig through her saddle bags.

You guys managed to stumble into West End. So, yeah, we're gonna have fun here.

[HalfTangible]

The Shadowlands
Ombra

Ombra had never turned his power to this particular task before, so there was a great deal of unease on his part, though he knew it would be simpler than it had any real right to be like every other divine act ever done. He knew that eventually this land would be his home, where he went when his power was too great for the mortal realm to contain him for long periods, so it would be made both useful and beautiful.

He slowly and carefully weaved a plane of infinite blackness, as far as even the divine eye could see. Light was purged from this realm, and he was satisfied with that to begin with. Next, he turned to the land itself. While he could make the land APPEAR to stretch into infinity, the actual land was far more... finite. He rose massive, wonderous trees of glass, crystal and light, creating an incredible jungle of leafless trees that shined with the beauty he saw in freedom. Greens and purples and pinks danced across the entire surface of his new Shadowlands, casting wonderous light throughout his realm of darkness.

Finally, in the very center of the Shadowlands, Ombra rose a massive tower of eight-sided obsidian and breathed life into it. It had rooms for each of his siblings he considered welcome here (it struck him that Gwyn, Belsheroth and Kiloasa were the only three that immediately sprang to mind as 'welcome here' - he'd have to work on that) and would shift to accomodate any he later invited into the Shadowlands.

Ombra smiled as saw he had done great good here. It was was beautiful and welcoming here, and he knew that this place would be a wonderful home to spend eternity in, if he must.

Sure, he could've made a dark, broiling land of grey mist and an oppressive black atmosphere but what fun would that be?

Current AP
7AP+0PAP
Weave Plane: The Shadowlands -4AP
3AP+0PAP

Free Port
The Doctor
A few days after his talk with Ombra

The Doctor sighed to himself (prompting a few confused looks at the apparent lack of a source) from beneath the stall. He had lived for 3000 years and still was not used to the fact he had to hide everywhere - most common people considered the Shadows little more than a legend, and suddenly appearing the middle of a crowded street would incite a panic. ( Ombra knows I don't wanna go through THAT again. ) The corrupt and the tyrannical knew better than to ignore such rumors, and he had often worked personally with some more open-minded organizations and individuals, but the Doctor still had to slink around like a mass murderer, even though he could count the number of people he killed throughout his ENTIRE 3000 YEAR LIFE on the hands and feet of one of the humans around him.

...Well, that he'd killed on purpose... or weren't Blur. You couldn't hesitate fighting them.

He hid in the shadows of stalls, mostly - a human or Ravenkin's shadow would be too light for such a trick to work for long. And the last time he'd hidden under someone's skirt it hadn't ended well. The real issue started when he tried to actually find a Blur without drawing attention to himself. Usually it wasn't too hard - Blur didn't concern themselves with social niceities the same way a human or Ravenkin did. Why would they care if their robes were too dirty, or too large, or too revealing? Turn around a corner and everyone's forgotten you exist.

The problem was actually identifying them. The Doctor couldn't remember what they looked like from personal experience, but Ombra had once told him that they shifted shape to blend in with the crowd around them, aside from their eyes, which were always like a hawk's.

He saw a child beg for food from a procession coming into the city, but he also saw a child stealing from them. He felt pity swell in his heart - he knew he could help this place, if only-

The Doctor shook himself. No, he couldn't. His karma could only do so much for these people, and poverty wasn't something that could just end overnight.

As he turned away from the procession, he slinked further through the crowd, making for a neab-

"SNAKE!!"
"What's with it's eyes? And body?"
"Who cares?! Kill it, boy!! We can cook it for dinner!"

...Slither slither SLITHER SLITHER SLITHERSLITHERSLITHERSLITHER!!!

Hope this isn't too intrusive

[Elemental]

'Eric' and King Stephen

The Imposter knelt.

With a great air of solemnity, King Stephen placed the circlet upon the false Captain's head. Drawing his greatsword, he gently tapped the Knight on both shoulders, briefly considering killing him where he knelt.
I hereby proclaim you Grand Duke of the Lands of the Order.
Rise Lord Knight.
Now... If you're going to go and conquer the North for the Kingdom as well, I suggest you begin your preparations. I'll send some forces down here so that we don't have a rebellion on our hands less than a month after most of your Knights leave.
How much gold did you manage to acquire through your conquest? I might need to use it to pay for my army.



Free Port-The Knight's Quest

Sophia led the procession into Free Port. The smell was the first thing to greet them. The sights of rampant poverty were next. Children lined the roads begging for food. Sophia seemed suprised and handed off her loaf of bread.

"I heard it was bad bu-"

She didn't seem to notice one of the older children was using the cover to dig through her saddle bags.

You guys managed to stumble into West End. So, yeah, we're gonna have fun here.

However, Nureen wasn't so easily tricked. She had been to Free Port a few times, and knew how the children behaved. She turned in her saddled and looked straight at the child.
Let's see... What is the penalty for theft? Do they still cut people's hands off nowadays?
She drew a knife and began sharpening it.
Marren, be a dear and make sure the child doesn't bleed to death.

I don't want Sophia to lose all her stuff! That would be inconvenient...
Naturally, you can decide how intimidated the child is.

[Yeshon]

'Eric' & Stephen

The Imposter received the circlet graciously, he smiled, this was almost too easy, and stood.

"Of course milord, I will donate fully half the treasury of the Free Cities behind this most noble cause. We'll begin preparations for the siege post haste."

A paige entered the chamber and handed a report to the Captain,

"What is this now? Ah, a legion of knights works to reclaim the lands that the Lokab Empire stole from our forefathers. Second Lieutenant Trent asks for support to solidify the Kingdom's hold on the lands. I apologize sire, I did not know of this move either, but I must applaud Sir Trent's initiative. Apparently the Lokab Empire has recently descended into chaos... and if the visions are to be believed, it was Lord Belsheroth's doing."

He bows, "I beg forgiveness majesty, but I must say, this crusade is starting to seem more and more like the gods' will."

About every word was a lie, Trent had been dispatched on the Imposter's order. But it was significant that Trent was one of the few knights to be transformed into a vampire.

Don't worry he remembers the whole renew your oath thing. He just wants to handle the king first, then he'll get straight to that.

Free Port-The Knight's Quest

The boy bit back a curse and all of the children scattered in different directions. Sophia looked behind her, seeing her Saddle Bag opened, "Oh, thank you lady Nureen."

Then she heard a comotion further into the city. She saw what looked like an inky snake being sought after by one of the locals. Without explanation she spurred her horse. There was something wrong about that snake. "You there! Stop!"

There was no way that was a snake.

[Elemental]

'Eric' & Stephen

The Imposter received the circlet graciously, he smiled, this was almost too easy, and stood.

"Of course milord, I will donate fully half the treasury of the Free Cities behind this most noble cause. We'll begin preparations for the siege post haste."

A paige entered the chamber and handed a report to the Captain,

"What is this now? Ah, a legion of knights works to reclaim the lands that the Lokab Empire stole from our forefathers. Second Lieutenant Trent asks for support to solidify the Kingdom's hold on the lands. I apologize sire, I did not know of this move either, but I must applaud Sir Trent's initiative. Apparently the Lokab Empire has recently descended into chaos... and if the visions are to be believed, it was Lord Belsheroth's doing."

He bows, "I beg forgiveness majesty, but I must say, this crusade is starting to seem more and more like the gods' will."

About every word was a lie, Trent had been dispatched on the Imposter's order. But it was significant that Trent was one of the few knights to be transformed into a vampire.

Don't worry he remembers the whole renew your oath thing. He just wants to handle the king first, then he'll get straight to that.

Stephen was raised to be sceptical, but everything was going far too well for him to waste time being suspicious.
Excellent. Truly excellent.
Through the work of your Order, we shall regain the glory of past millennia and reforge the golden age!
With the aid of Lady Gwyn and Lord Belsheroth, nothing shall stand in the way of your forces.
My retinue and I shall return to Snow Haven, and I shall mobilise the army to support your conquests. Send the promised funds North to the Royal Treasury as soon as you are able.
The King inclined his head to the Knights and turned to leave. As he was leaving, he called back.
Truly you are the greatest Captain the Order of the Spear has known for over one thousand years!

That's that out of the way.
The King shall get his army together, paid for out of the gold given to him by the Knights. Because of the amount of gold you gave him, he'll be able to raise a lot of troops with which to occupy conquered lands.
Note: He might get suspicious of the Knights later, but at the moment, he's far too pleased with what's going on.

[HalfTangible]

Free Port-The Knight's Quest

The boy bit back a curse and all of the children scattered in different directions. Sophia looked behind her, seeing her Saddle Bag opened, "Oh, thank you lady Nureen."

Then she heard a comotion further into the city. She saw what looked like an inky snake being sought after by one of the locals. Without explanation she spurred her horse. There was something wrong about that snake. "You there! Stop!"

There was no way that was a snake.
Free Port
The Doctor

The locals held up their hands and the Doctor looked at the procession. Almost immediately he winced. He'd forgotten an ordinary snake wouldn't recognize an order to halt.

"It's da fuzz!"
It's da Knights!

The son and mother turned to stare at the snake that had just spoken. The Doctor didn't look them in the eye, glaring at their feet instead.

Oh stop staring like that. I almost got eaten.

The two screamed and ran off, apparently deciding the prospect of a talking black snake was far more terrifying than knight's wrath. What morons.

The Doctor turned to the knights, not looking at their eyes. 'ello Knight. I'm the Doctor. You wouldn't happen to remember seeing something you can't remember seeing, would you?

[Yeshon]

The Imposter & King Stephen

The Imposter bowed as King Stephen left the chamber, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sir, was it wise to give him all that money?"

'Eric' waved such concerns away, "A pittance compared to the bounty we will gather after the conquests."

"I understand that sir, but shouldn't we have held something back?"

"No, King Stephen now thinks of me as his loyal and overly humble subject. Expected of a knight and he must continue to see me as such."

He frowned, remembering his contract. "Gather all the knights in the courtyard. Tell them, that I'll be addressing the troops for a victory celebration."

"And the war in the north?"

"Will be all but handled if this goes according to plan."

Free Port-The Knight's Quest

Sophia raised an eyebrow, "Umm, no I don't, that would be a contradiction."

"'The Doctor' I've heard that name before, but wher- Wait St. Edgard wrote about you in his memoirs!"

She frowned, no that couldn't be right, St. Edgard lived three thousand years ago and this creature didn't fit The Doctor's description.

"Sorry, it was probably just someone with the same name."

Still she kept getting images of Edgard fighting alongside some sort of Shadowy-thing, a thing that had the same color and kept its eyes closed just like the being before her. She really wished these images would stop.

Up to you Elemental if Marren and Nureen followed after her. Or try to get away from the crazy person that chases after snakes.

[Elemental]

Free Port-The Knight's Quest

Sophia raised an eyebrow, "Umm, no I don't, that would be a contradiction."

"'The Doctor' I've heard that name before, but wher- Wait St. Edgard wrote about you in his memoirs!"

She frowned, no that couldn't be right, St. Edgard lived three thousand years ago and this creature didn't fit The Doctor's description.

"Sorry, it was probably just someone with the same name."

Still she kept getting images of Edgard fighting alongside some sort of Shadowy-thing, a thing that had the same color and kept its eyes closed just like the being before her. She really wished these images would stop.

Up to you Elemental if Marren and Nureen followed after her. Or try to get away from the crazy person that chases after snakes.

Marren and Nureen looked on in disbelief.
Is she chasing after a snake?
Yes, I think so...
A talking snake?
It would appear that way...
Wait, why are we being so calm? That could be anything!
You're getting slow Marren.
They followed after at a more sedate pace.


The Halls of Death

Belsheroth lay semi-conscious, dreaming of a Goblin who helped his neighbours.
There was Gwyn... And Brightfire... And Reisen. And Isanloff was on his way too. Was everyone going to crowd around his deathbed or something like he was actually dying? These were mere scratches!
He winced inwardly as his heart began to regrow.
Okay... Not mere scratches...
Still, he should take this time to think and perhaps do something...

Starting AP: 0 + 5 Rollover
Infuse Forests of Starlight: Infused with the divine essence of the Starlit Reaper, the Forests will continue to always be more than large enough for the souls that reside within.
Remaining AP: 3

[Drowlord]

Michael looked at Aquaeris with reverence and said, "My name is Michael, I am a Cretaum from tribe Kilos. We came east from our home in The Red Desert to help the goblins after the death of the archliches, at the command of our god, and head chief. But I saved that woman because it was the right thing to do and I was there, not because I want a reward." He didn't want to offend the god, but he didn't think what he did was worthy of divine intervention, especially when stopping things like that was what they came east for. "My grace, I am only a peasant, am I really worthy of any reward?"

"Thy race and tribe art commendable as well. Tell me, is there no small favor I could do for Tribe Kilos?"
The god smiled at the Cretaum.
"Would you not like a place to rest reliably, a stronghold to do great deeds from, or a weapon that truly shows your heroism?"
There was a twinkle in his eyes as he regarded the mortal.
If Michael refuses them all, Aquaeris will transmute him to a Tear of Aquaeris, making him unaging, and make him a hero. If he accepts one of them, he will create it.

[mattsdelf]

"Thy race and tribe art commendable as well. Tell me, is there no small favor I could do for Tribe Kilos?"
The god smiled at the Cretaum.
"Would you not like a place to rest reliably, a stronghold to do great deeds from, or a weapon that truly shows your heroism?"
There was a twinkle in his eyes as he regarded the mortal.
If Michael refuses them all, Aquaeris will transmute him to a Tear of Aquaeris, making him unaging, and make him a hero. If he accepts one of them, he will create it.

Michael thought about it for a moment, and turned his head. " Tribe Kilos is prospering, we need no more weapons than the spears we have brought. We are not at war with anyone. Gifting our tribe over the others would throw off our capitol, which is founded on the idea that the five tribes are equal. Our leaders are working with Tresingiis, lord of our desert, who must have a plan on how this effort with the goblins is going to pan out." He stood there for a couple of seconds before continuing, more determined this time. "If you can give me anything, give me the ability to protect the ones I love from danger."

The Lokab Capitol

The goblins where all lined up outside the capitol. It seemed like they would be briefed with something shortly, but nobody rose to speak. Reddulch sent many Cretaum to other parts of the Former Lokab Empire, to contact Tresingiis with an all clear signal, and ask him to appear before the goblins. The note passed from Reddulch to Tresingiis said "The goblins are all in ranks outside the city, we are healing them, feeding them, giving them water, but we need to rebuild the city, which could take some time. If you could appear, and speak to them, it would aid the rebuilding of social structure greatly. -Reddulch"

[Drowlord]

Michael thought about it for a moment, and turned his head. " Tribe Kilos is prospering, we need no more weapons than the spears we have brought. We are not at war with anyone. Gifting our tribe over the others would throw off our capitol, which is founded on the idea that the five tribes are equal. Our leaders are working with Tresingiis, lord of our desert, who must have a plan on how this effort with the goblins is going to pan out." He stood there for a couple of seconds before continuing, more determined this time. "If you can give me anything, give me the ability to protect the ones I love from danger."
]

Aquaeris smiled, and thousand of gentle beams of light flowed gently into the Cretaum. Michael was slightly taller, stronger, and more dextrous now. His features were finer, and on his back curved a pair of long wings.
"Thee art noble indeed, young Michael. I have faith in thee, though the be the child of the desert and I am the father of waters. Go forth, and do great deeds. There is still evil in that blasted city, and Sofía will help you find it."

Actions:
Create Hero
AP: 4-4: 0.


Coralia
An ancient Aímancer sighed heavily. His dark, Klikit- colored hide was wrinkled with age, and he grasped his runed cane heavily.
"I need more power... My studies are almost complete! Don't fail me, fate!"
Mystic, would you mind creating a Klikit Lich? The Kalpans have sort grown dull, and a Lich as their emperor might liven them up, plot wise.

[HalfTangible]

Free Port-The Knight's Quest

Sophia raised an eyebrow, "Umm, no I don't, that would be a contradiction."

"'The Doctor' I've heard that name before, but wher- Wait St. Edgard wrote about you in his memoirs!"

She frowned, no that couldn't be right, St. Edgard lived three thousand years ago and this creature didn't fit The Doctor's description.

"Sorry, it was probably just someone with the same name."

Still she kept getting images of Edgard fighting alongside some sort of Shadowy-thing, a thing that had the same color and kept its eyes closed just like the being before her. She really wished these images would stop.

Up to you Elemental if Marren and Nureen followed after her. Or try to get away from the crazy person that chases after snakes.

posted from phone

I met Edgard? THE Edgard? The doctor blinked in surprise. Huh. Fancy that!

Quick reminder: The Doctor reforms in Shadow Key after he dies, but doesnt have memories of what occurred since the last time he was there.

[Yeshon]

Sophia, Marren, Nureen, and The Doctor

Sophia raised an eyebrow, "You mean you met a major historical figure who lived 3000 years ago and can't even remember it?"

She shook her head, "I would've had more questions then I could've asked in three years! Wait-"

Sonova- she didn't ask Bjor a damn thing! Gods how could she be such an idiot??

She sulked a moment, and then heard the horses approach from behind. Looking behind her she noticed Marren and Nureen approaching, perhaps in spite of their better sense. "Oh! Right, I nearly forgot, Marren, Nureen, this is The Doctor. Doctor, this is Marren and Nureen."

The Grand Duke's Speech

The Grand Duke gathered all of the knights in the courtyard, he was dressed as a normal knight, no elegant finery, only the circlet adorned his head. But when he spoke, he spoke as a knight.

"My friends! We have been deceived. The Free Cities, did indeed send the ghouls to attack us, but they were not alone! The Kingdoms of the North! Those thrice damned empires of Iniquity supported them. I need not remind you knights what the Kingdoms have done to us!"

He didn't have to fake his anger here, it was very real, they were half the reason he manipulated the knights now.

"They've hidden the Vargullfi, the slayers of St. Priscilla, St. Domina, St. Sandra, and many more noble knights than I could possibly name. They marched against our lord Belsheroth! Their father, Vargull dared to do battle with Gwyn! I need not list all the blasphemies perpetuated by the Vargulfi! We all know them! And yet, who is it that shields them from the Silver Spear's justice? Who is it that holds our ancestral lands, wrongfully taken??"

He roared the last, "It is the thrice cursed Northern Kingdom!!! And now they have shown their cowardice. They have struck us through another! Do not fear them! For they have shown that. They. Fear. Us."

The Knights cheered and the Grand Duke held up his hand, waiting for them to calm down, before he continued. Allowing himself to calm down.

"Because of this dear knights. I have not disbanded the Crusade. We will fight it, until Calasanctium can rule over her people secure and unmolested. Now kneel."

The sound of 8,000 knights hitting their knees filled the city. "In the sight of the gods, of Belsheroth the Starlit Reaper, of Merolle the Lord of All Metals, and of our lady Gwyn the first knight. We renew our oathes."

The knights bowed their heads and repeated what the Imposter said,

"I swear, to uphold the Code, for there is nothing more sacred to me.

I swear to serve the Calasanctium Kingdom, so long as its service does not require me to violate the Code."

He swallowed, "My brothers we will now speak the Third Oath and I beg all of you to think upon what it requires of each of us."

He bowed his head, "I swear, to fight for a world, where no knights are necessary. For that is a knight's greatest wish, that the innocent do not need to be defended."

He looked up, he had to force the tears to come to his eyes, "Now, rise Order of the Spear! We have renewed our vows! We will continue the Third Crusade!"

He risked a glance t the South, there, there was the only goal he had. But he couldn't tip the others off, lest they discover what he was truly looking for.

[mattsdelf]

Aquaeris smiled, and thousand of gentle beams of light flowed gently into the Cretaum. Michael was slightly taller, stronger, and more dextrous now. His features were finer, and on his back curved a pair of long wings.
"Thee art noble indeed, young Michael. I have faith in thee, though the be the child of the desert and I am the father of waters. Go forth, and do great deeds. There is still evil in that blasted city, and Sofía will help you find it."

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After the transformation, Micheal looked at Aquaeris, thought for a moment, and said, "Thank you, yes, I will find it, and I will help solve it... Um, one quick question though: With these wings... can I fly?" He decided to test it, and he flapped his wings back and forth several times to find himself lighter.

The Former Lokab Empire.

Tresingiis received the letter from Reddulch, and knew that he could make it to the capitol to fix the empire's broken society. He did not teleport though. He found the wind to be a nice way to clear one's mind, and he flew, in his shape of a giant hawk, all the way to the city where there was a crowd of many more goblins than he could count.

In all the cities and all the villages, Cretaum where helping to heal, feed, and give water to the goblins, they where protecting them, and punishing criminals who would take advantage of the situation. There where still many villages where there where only enough Cretaum to run a food and water station, and no patrols, but they would come. Things would get better.

The Red Desert: Shreddokk.

Drestin had made it all the way into his tribe's enclave, and was about to enter his home when he heard a shout of his name, "Drestin!" It was Leon. He was sure that Leon was only going to ask him about the mission he just failed, but he acknowledged him anyway.

" Leon, we got lost, we couldn't even find the damned Lokab Empire, or any of it's villages."

"Nevermind that. Tresingiis came and used the wind to transport everyone to the destroyed empire. I haven't heard back from them yet. Anyway, though, Reddulch told me to make sure I sent you to Freeport when you got back."

"Freeport? Why?"

"He likes the idea of having someone like you designated to lead a small party to different parts of the world. We need to trade with Freeport and the Gnomes to get tools and supplies. You should go there and ask about a trade route, and if we can caravan goods back and forth. Even in the desert, we have some resources to trade. We have stone, the rocks and boulders that line the desert don't just sit on top of sand. It's a wasteland of sand, but the rock formations, and the canyons have minerals. I'm sure we could start mining iron, gems, and silver from them. Another one is glass. Cretaum art is mostly glass and pottery. We have many nice glass trinkets, ceramics, and decorations. I digress, we don't have enough of those things to sell yet, but we need wood. When our tools break, we need to be able to replace them. When our huts are destroyed in sandstorms, or we want to build defenses, we need wood to do that. Also, the gnomes might want something from the desert, why else would they have their Brass gnome cities here? Actually though, word of our existence hasn't spread very fast. I'm not sure any of the gnomes or people of freeport know we are here. We should investigate into alliances as well."

"That had to be a mouthful Leon, I can tell you have been thinking about this nonstop. I won't go tomorrow, we have been lost in the desert for too long, and we need rest. We will leave the next morning. I will try to talk with whoever is in charge at Freeport, and the Gnome cities. If I can put half as much effort into that as you put into thinking about what we have and what we want, we will be set."

"Very well then, goodnight."

[HalfTangible]

Sophia, Marren, Nureen, and The Doctor

Sophia raised an eyebrow, "You mean you met a major historical figure who lived 3000 years ago and can't even remember it?"

She shook her head, "I would've had more questions then I could've asked in three years! Wait-"You try remembering things after you die!! He replied. Nothing'svworse for the ol' noggin than having your head blown open!


Sonova- she didn't ask Bjor a damn thing! Gods how could she be such an idiot??

She sulked a moment, and then heard the horses approach from behind. Looking behind her she noticed Marren and Nureen approaching, perhaps in spite of their better sense. "Oh! Right, I nearly forgot, Marren, Nureen, this is The Doctor. Doctor, this is Marren and Nureen."

The doctor saluted them with his tail. Doctor, Shadow of Shadow Key and creation of the Prince of shadows. Jolly good. Perhaps we should get out of the street? Your conversation with a snake is attracting a bit of attention.

[Drowlord]

After the transformation, Micheal looked at Aquaeris, thought for a moment, and said, "Thank you, yes, I will find it, and I will help solve it... Um, one quick question though: With these wings... can I fly?" He decided to test it, and he flapped his wings back and forth several times to find himself lighter.

The Former Lokab Empire.

Tresingiis received the letter from Reddulch, and knew that he could make it to the capitol to fix the empire's broken society. He did not teleport though. He found the wind to be a nice way to clear one's mind, and he flew, in his shape of a giant hawk, all the way to the city where there was a crowd of many more goblins than he could count.

In all the cities and all the villages, Cretaum where helping to heal, feed, and give water to the goblins, they where protecting them, and punishing criminals who would take advantage of the situation. There where still many villages where there where only enough Cretaum to run a food and water station, and no patrols, but they would come. Things would get better.

The Red Desert: Shreddokk.

Drestin had made it all the way into his tribe's enclave, and was about to enter his home when he heard a shout of his name, "Drestin!" It was Leon. He was sure that Leon was only going to ask him about the mission he just failed, but he acknowledged him anyway.

" Leon, we got lost, we couldn't even find the damned Lokab Empire, or any of it's villages."

"Nevermind that. Tresingiis came and used the wind to transport everyone to the destroyed empire. I haven't heard back from them yet. Anyway, though, Reddulch told me to make sure I sent you to Freeport when you got back."

"Freeport? Why?"

"He likes the idea of having someone like you designated to lead a small party to different parts of the world. We need to trade with Freeport and the Gnomes to get tools and supplies. You should go there and ask about a trade route, and if we can caravan goods back and forth. Even in the desert, we have some resources to trade. We have stone, the rocks and boulders that line the desert don't just sit on top of sand. It's a wasteland of sand, but the rock formations, and the canyons have minerals. I'm sure we could start mining iron, gems, and silver from them. Another one is glass. Cretaum art is mostly glass and pottery. We have many nice glass trinkets, ceramics, and decorations. I digress, we don't have enough of those things to sell yet, but we need wood. When our tools break, we need to be able to replace them. When our huts are destroyed in sandstorms, or we want to build defenses, we need wood to do that. Also, the gnomes might want something from the desert, why else would they have their Brass gnome cities here? Actually though, word of our existence hasn't spread very fast. I'm not sure any of the gnomes or people of freeport know we are here. We should investigate into alliances as well."

"That had to be a mouthful Leon, I can tell you have been thinking about this nonstop. I won't go tomorrow, we have been lost in the desert for too long, and we need rest. We will leave the next morning. I will try to talk with whoever is in charge at Freeport, and the Gnome cities. If I can put half as much effort into that as you put into thinking about what we have and what we want, we will be set."

"Very well then, goodnight."

Ruins of Lokab Empire
"Yes, now you can fly."

[Draken]

Legions March to the Drums of Fools, Storms are Dangerous Enough Without Minds

The Rings of Geasa are used to many strange sights. Clockwork butterflies with six wings was a new one. The little things were everywhere. They perched atop every surface, fanning their iridescent periwinkle wings gently to and fro. When touched they would jump and buzz away, but in the end they were harmless. However their chittering quickly reached irritating levels once Merolle had been located. Every little butterfly hummed his own tune, and the reverberations which seemed only cacophonous arrived here to match with each other perfectly.

"Hello dearest brother. Dien apologizes for any inconveniences our awakening may have caused for your plans on earth. Dien hopes there is no bad blood between us." Hummed the swarm.

A collection of the creatures nearest to the Verdigris Legion had collected themselves, and snapped like puzzle pieces into a form quite similar to an Inevitable, if said Inevitable's inner workings were broken beyond repair. The Fool hadn't really been paying that much attention when he came across the schematics.

Not a Savant who is not also an Idiot

Merolle focuses his glowing eye on his brother.

Reisen, it has been a long time. How have you been? I have been really busy while you were dead. After he murdered you."


Ages Past, the Frozen Lands

Imil smiled weakly. "Out of the kindness and compassion of your heart?" He suggested as earnestly as he could manage.


The envoy frowned, consternation at this sudden ineffectiveness evident on his face. It was time for a new tactic- the ghost reached out, trying to see if he could at least grasp it. And if he could do that, he could scale the beast.

However, he took notice of the druid, eyes squinting. Huh, that looked like that one guy's kid....

The head focused on Imil snorted acrid winds on his face, a stinging cloud with no better purpose than to irritate his skin and eyes.

"Спробуйте ще раз, смертні. Мені важко зібрати співчуття пробачити ідіоти, нанести перший удар проти їх поліпшується."

The envoy finds no great difficulty grabbing onto the hydra, until one of her heads breathes out viridian lightning against him.

[Elricaltovilla]

Free Port-The Great Voyage

Even Saul looked a little nervous, "no, no I didn't."

"Maybe we should just go back to the ship?"

"Well, maybe it'll be better inside. And if its not, some of us have got swords." Kuruk said, making a real effort to be brave. He stepped forward and pushed his way through the doors and into The Cloak and Dagger.


The Knights and Nettal[/B]

The knight nodded, "Astromancy was almost dead, but there were enough masters still alive to pass the knowledge on. As for what obstacles we face, we would like for you, the Wildlings, a Contingent of knights, and five legions to wage war against the lords of the north."

"Then I will have to investigate its purposes further. I saw little reason to pursue what I saw was a dead art." Nettal took the spear from the knight and twirled it around for a bit, feeling out the balance. "A superb weapon, and with some modifications... perfect." Nettal fused his Live Oak staff with the spear, providing it with all of the power of a Wildling priest and all of the skill of one of Gwyn's own knights. "Now, where is our first target?"

Wood of Wolves

"I'm sorry Madame Woodsworth, it seems most of our coal seams have been exhausted here, but Calasanctium is in the middle of negotiations with The Guild for alternative energy sources. There are rumors of Geothermal energy conduits. Pollution free energy that could solve all of Calasanctium's long term problems." Her lieutenant, Golbrecht, said.

"Imbecile! Must I tell you how to do everything? Our lord Kiloasa is most displeased with the state of affairs here. You felt his wrath in the natural world didn't you? Surely your druidism can't be that weak. Lord Belsheroth's actions are reprehensible and yet the Calasancti continue to worship him. They must be brought to heel." Madame Woodsworth said. "Nevermind, I will take a jaunt through the Mistlands and seek out King Stephen. With luck I'll be able to delay the construction of the Geothermal Plants for long enough that you can get our men onto the construction teams. Remember, whatever they do, it must look like an accident. Like The Guild made a mistake in their plans... or better yet, that they tried to bring the Calasancti down on purpose. I'll not have them ruining my plans." Madame Woodsworth waved Golbrecht away. After he was gone, she touched up her appearance, to better reflect her favorite character to play in public, the slightly looney but ultimately kindhearted druid lady.

She sought out a nearby portal to the Mistlands, and stepped through it. Although her heart sang to be so near to her true love, Kiloasa, she fought down the urge to seek him out. She had not yet earned her place at his side yet. She had nothing to offer him besides her heart, which he already had. She would bring him a kingdom though. After only a short stay in the realm she hoped to one day be queen of, she returned to Creation in the former Free Cities. Using her Druidic magic, she sought out the life force of King Stephen and put on her stage mask.

Madame Woodsworth is NOT a Wildling yet, if she was she would probably have a much better understanding of why Kiloasa was so upset. Still, she's a nutter so you can't be too sure.

@Draken: I don't know how badly you want those Geothermal Plants to go up, but I'd like to set things up so that Madame Woodsworth can really pay for her hubris, and having her almost completely take over Calasanctium would probably be the easiest way to do it.

@Elemental: I told you it was a bad idea to leave crazy people alone for too long. Do you want to help me get her story moving along?

[mattsdelf]

Ruins of Lokab Empire
"Yes, now you can fly."

"Alright," and he thanked Aquaeris, "I have no idea how to react, I can never return the favor." And then turned to Sofia. "Let's go find this evil that is still in the city then. I'll hope to conquer it."

[Elemental]

The Mistlands

Anzhela appeared carrying a stack of heavy books bound in silver with a trolley behind her containing yet more books and approached Kiloasa.
My Lord, I have worked without rest and spoken with everyone in the Forests who died in the past hundred years and who has been dead for at least one year.
She dropped her load of books on the ground at Kiloasa's feet. If there had been a wooden floor there, just one of the books would be deafening.
I'm assuming you can read Hreshtakayin Dzerragir.
If you have no further need for me, I shall depart and get to work on the next century.

Yes, she's going to intermittently torment Kiloasa with stacks of books for him to read through. He'd better arrange some shelving for them, or she's going to get slightly annoyed.


City of Galnkan

Kasak returned to his shop, locked the windows and door, went into the back room, slid the shelf over after unlatching it and went into his hide out.
Okay, I helped that lady. She's back looking after her elderly mother. I even gave them some of my fruit.
I'm geased... Aren't I?
Excellent. Now we can get down to the matter of your training. Let me see... Took me four days to give my teachings to Maela over three thousand years ago... But I was physically present at the time.
You didn't answer my question. Am I geased or am I not geased?
Hush! No interruptions... Where to begin...
Oh right! Basic philosophical principles...
Ahem. Tell me if I geased or not! Or I'll travel to your nearest temple and defecate on the altar.
Don't be vulgar. And no, you haven't be geased. I'm not in the market of unbreakable contracts.
Now... Where was I... Oh yes!
Trying to cram upwards of forty years years of Temple training into less than a week!
Your priests really train that long?
Well... Only if you want to be a force to be reckoned with. Only takes ten years for the basics.
Usually, a cleric stops their training when they feel they're ready, but true mastery is a lifelong pursuit. Fortunately... I have advantages over dusty tomes, boring theory lessons and endless practice sessions.
Yeah, I get it.
A small bell rang from the front of the shop.
I'll be back in a second. I have a customer.
No you don't. That's a man with an axe checking to see if anyone's home before they start looting.
Oh right, I'll ignore them then.
And thus, Kasak's training began.

If I had the power, I'd raise him as an immortal hero and defender of the Goblin race, but I can't, so he'll be a mortal defender of the Goblin race.
Due to his training coming directly from Belsheroth himself, Kasak will have skill to inspire envy in the High Priests of the Calasanctium due to his knowledge of all applications of divine magic.




Sophia, Marren, Nureen, and The Doctor

Sophia raised an eyebrow, "You mean you met a major historical figure who lived 3000 years ago and can't even remember it?"

She shook her head, "I would've had more questions then I could've asked in three years! Wait-"

Sonova- she didn't ask Bjor a damn thing! Gods how could she be such an idiot??

She sulked a moment, and then heard the horses approach from behind. Looking behind her she noticed Marren and Nureen approaching, perhaps in spite of their better sense. "Oh! Right, I nearly forgot, Marren, Nureen, this is The Doctor. Doctor, this is Marren and Nureen."

It's a snake. A talking snake.
I'll check us all for exotic diseases later in case this is a hallucination. But in the meantime, it would be best to humour the impossible creature.
Impossible creature? Marren... You're a cleric who can remove diseases strong enough to kill seven men from a child and I'm a sorceress who can perform feats of magic deemed impossible by science.
Surely, this isn't the weirdest thing you've ever seen!
Actually... Yes. Yes it is.
Shall we find some shade? It's rather warm here.




Wood of Wolves

"I'm sorry Madame Woodsworth, it seems most of our coal seams have been exhausted here, but Calasanctium is in the middle of negotiations with The Guild for alternative energy sources. There are rumors of Geothermal energy conduits. Pollution free energy that could solve all of Calasanctium's long term problems." Her lieutenant, Golbrecht, said.

"Imbecile! Must I tell you how to do everything? Our lord Kiloasa is most displeased with the state of affairs here. You felt his wrath in the natural world didn't you? Surely your druidism can't be that weak. Lord Belsheroth's actions are reprehensible and yet the Calasancti continue to worship him. They must be brought to heel." Madame Woodsworth said. "Nevermind, I will take a jaunt through the Mistlands and seek out King Stephen. With luck I'll be able to delay the construction of the Geothermal Plants for long enough that you can get our men onto the construction teams. Remember, whatever they do, it must look like an accident. Like The Guild made a mistake in their plans... or better yet, that they tried to bring the Calasancti down on purpose. I'll not have them ruining my plans." Madame Woodsworth waved Golbrecht away. After he was gone, she touched up her appearance, to better reflect her favorite character to play in public, the slightly looney but ultimately kindhearted druid lady.

She sought out a nearby portal to the Mistlands, and stepped through it. Although her heart sang to be so near to her true love, Kiloasa, she fought down the urge to seek him out. She had not yet earned her place at his side yet. She had nothing to offer him besides her heart, which he already had. She would bring him a kingdom though. After only a short stay in the realm she hoped to one day be queen of, she returned to Creation in the former Free Cities. Using her Druidic magic, she sought out the life force of King Stephen and put on her stage mask.

Madame Woodsworth is NOT a Wildling yet, if she was she would probably have a much better understanding of why Kiloasa was so upset. Still, she's a nutter so you can't be too sure.

@Draken: I don't know how badly you want those Geothermal Plants to go up, but I'd like to set things up so that Madame Woodsworth can really pay for her hubris, and having her almost completely take over Calasanctium would probably be the easiest way to do it.

@Elemental: I told you it was a bad idea to leave crazy people alone for too long. Do you want to help me get her story moving along?

The King was readying himself for departure, stolen artwork safely packed away and the Knights suitable honoured.
Oh right! He had those medals he was going to hand out! Oh well... He could do it later. It was then that one of his bodyguards pointed out the approach of Madame Woodsworth.
Madame, sorry, Lady Woodsworth! So good to see you!
And here I was planning to speak with you when I returned to Snow Haven. How goes your work to reduce pollution?

Yes, it is a bad idea to leave crazy people alone for too long. Though, in my defence, I was going to have the King summon her to check up on her progress.

Also, note that it'll be hard for her to take over the Kingdom because of the political structure. The King rules at the sufferance of the High Theocratic Council. (And in theory, the Parliament, but they're practically meaningless)
But, she can achieve control of matters traditionally governed by the King, which will make her pretty powerful.
Make sure she steps lightly around the Church and the Council. (The High Ecclesiarch, Head Judge and Amathol in particular.)

[Yeshon]

Free Port-Knight's Quest

"Wait dead, you've been dead before??" Then she felt a cold wind rush past her.

Sophia looked around, the Doctor was right. A crowd had begun to gather around. She could feel something else moving in the background. But every time she tried to look for whatever it was among the crowd, the feeling abated, for a moment. Then when she stopped looking. The feeling came back.

"I think you're right, let's move into that alley."

Sophia didn't wait for them to respond and began walking at a hurried pace into the alley. Something was not right.

Free Port-Skull and Dagger

Sandra, Saul, and the other knight follow, with great reluctance.

Over to you Exachix

The Knights and Nettal

The lead knight smiled, "We've recently received reports that the Lords of the North are gathering at our border. So, our first objective will be to destroy that army."

With that she offers an extra horse to Nettal and begins to ride, due north. Towards the Southern Command Post to prepare dispatches and then, the ride North begins.

[HalfTangible]

Free Port-Knight's Quest

"Wait dead, you've been dead before??" Then she felt a cold wind rush past her.

Sophia looked around, the Doctor was right. A crowd had begun to gather around. She could feel something else moving in the background. But every time she tried to look for whatever it was among the crowd, the feeling abated, for a moment. Then when she stopped looking. The feeling came back.

"I think you're right, let's move into that alley."

Sophia didn't wait for them to respond and began walking at a hurried pace into the alley. Something was not right.

Free Port-Skull and Dagger

Sandra, Saul, and the other knight follow, with great reluctance.

Over to you Exachix

The Knights and Nettal

The lead knight smiled, "We've recently received reports that the Lords of the North are gathering at our border. So, our first objective will be to destroy that army."

With that she offers an extra horse to Nettal and begins to ride, due north. Towards the Southern Command Post to prepare dispatches and then, the ride North begins.

The Doctor slithered to Sophia's ankle, wrapped around it, and laid himself flat. He was like a tiny, living, black anklet now!

He then leaped up to Sophia's wrist. Black bracelet, then. We need to move. He said urgently. There are Blur in the crowd. I know you don't remember but I can... sort of. Out of the street, quickly.

[Exachix]

Free Port-Skull and Dagger

Sandra, Saul, and the other knight follow, with great reluctance.

There is little response in the dark inn when the trio enters, as only a few patrons are here at this time. The barkeep merely looks up from serving another customer to confirm who entered. Around, save the door they entered by, there are a couple of other doors, one leading upwards and one leading down. There is no sign of a bouncer, or of any... threatening persons, save the presence of a crossbow on the wall behind the bar. That said, a man in a corner is sharpening a throwing knife, while the man next to him is looking over some papers. The other customers do not look unarmed, but it's hard to say exactly what they do. None pay the trio any heed.


Free Port-Fell Knives

Jorias nodded gravely. Marik's eyes narrowed, "I'm kinna slow, why don't you explain it to me?"

Parvis smiled. "Quite simply, I am concerned about your boss and his... activities. Particular that he owes me, and I've heard he's planning to skip town. If he plans to leave you, I can offer you.. jobs."

Sorry for the delay.
Also wow it's all happening at Free Port

Monte Mora

Litan made his best attempt to follow Brist, ensuring that an assassin armed with an axe trying to follow was thrown into the water. As he left he mentioned to Akric "I'll make sure he's not in danger on the boat!" Passing the downed assassin, he throws some robe and binds his hands, before proceeding.

The other assassins begin to back up, making motions to move away from the guards and conflict, then all at once they dive at their target - Akric. The Sailor pauses momentarily, then attempts to push the sword down to ensure Akric is defenceless, before receiving the spear to the gut.

The trapped assassin lashes out once or twice more at the trapped Elthien, slashing at his face, before falling limp, his mouth filled with froth and his eyes a bloody red.

[AvocadoAvenger]

Monte Mora

Akircs awareness was already divided between between Litan and the Hydresse. There is something about a masked stranger getting on a ship with Brist that made him uncomfortable. He had not yet completely proven he was a friend, and concealing your face carries an air of mystery of its own. Meanwhile, it didn't seem right to be raising the dead to fight; something just seemed off about it. "How is that possible?" he demanded first. He was barely aware of his sword being lowered. Then, turning to Litan, "Who-" but he was cut off by his fatal assault.

Not only did the death of their leader demoralize the guard and cause them to pause, it also rid the Kalpans of their druidic effect: air breathing. The guard in armor and shield who was down tried to roll into the water, but could roll no further. His shield had wedged itself in the way of his tumble, and was strapped to his arm. Luckily, the bare-clawed Kalpan was free, and managed to push him into the water. With his last breath, he turned back to the Hydresse, and said "DO IT." He then fell back into the water and filled his gills. He stayed close to the surface, unlike the other two who had sunk in their armor. He knew that they could always hike back up once they hit the bottom, though.
Additionally, somewhere across the city, several Kalpan guards make a crazed run to find water.

Meanwhile, the Elthien trapped under the hippogriff finally found himself free as his assailant grew close to him. He clutched his face for a moment, wiping the blood off with his hand, then slid out. That would leave a (totally badass) scar, but there were more pressing matters now. He drew his spear, coming to his feet, and adopted a stance. He was poised to strike, but looked only apt to do so when another came near him. He tried his best to fall into line with the risen dead, assuming they were on his side.
The other spearman charged and thrust his spear at the nearest target again, leaving little protection for himself.

The crew made quick work to set sail after that, and the ship soon disembarked. The crew, sharing Akric's dying suspicion, gathered around Litan "Yeah, who are you?" one asked "and what are you doing on this ship?" The crew was a burly lot, toughened by the hard nature of their profession. They didn't look like the cleanest or smartest group, but their mate's question surely hit a note of truth, and most of them looked uneasy.
Seeing the ship leave port, the Kalpan guard decided it was best for him to follow close behind it as was planned originally for the guards. The purpose of the mission was to protect Brist, and he wanted to make sure they at least did not fail in that. The ship was, however, moving faster than they would have planned, and faster than he could keep up with over a long distance. So he latches on to the back of it, and keeps his ears above water to hear danger coming if there is any.
Down bellow, Brist passionately prayed to Aqaeris for a safe voyage. Brist being an Elthien, Kipt listened in, picking up key words like "god" and "pray" before realizing it wasn't his prayer. It struck Kipt that in Monte Mora, life revolved around sea trade, and people were more likely to follow Aqaeris because of that. He was loosing his foothold in the city, and soon he figured that Lilli might even be a bigger name there than himself. One thing that had struck Kipt as neat was the art trade that the Kalpans had brought. It's such an expression of... of... of beauty Kipt thought. As a god, I would try my best to help artists, and preserve the beauty of art, in all its forms. All it's forms... Kipt thought again. There are more than just that which the Kalpans have brought with them. My own Elthiens make wooden instruments, voice can be lifted to song in festivals to go with that, and words can be put together harmoniously! Kipt began to get excited. He takes the domain Beauty (Artistic Forms), and creates the concept of Bards.
Starting AP: 10+1 PAP
Gain Domain -(2+1)
Lesser Concept -1
I now have 7+0

[Drowlord]

Monte Mora
The Hyderessë snarled, molting into a lion ten times as large as a ordinary one. Instead of a face, it had a mask of burning snakes.
She hissed "Stop!"
As a bloody exclamation mark, a burst of sullen red flame billowed above her. She roared, sending the white clouds above into maniacal grey billows that pulsed with the gods' ire.


Mystic:
If you see a couple of posts ago, I'd like to start a storyline with a Kalpan Lich. I'd appreciate it if you'd control a daemon for the storyline. Thanks!

[Yeshon]

Free Port-The Skull and Dagger

Sandra frowned, "Not exactly a welcoming bunch now are they?"

Saul eyed the room, the men here were very difficult to judge.

Free PortParvis, Marik, and Jorias

They were both silent for a moment, then Jorias looked up, "So it's true what they're saying?"

"Damn him!" Marik hissed, "After all we've been through."

"Calm down Marik."

"You calm down, I've been fighting alongside him since 'e was a pup in Calasancti. 'e ne'er once e'en said a cross word to the men. And now this? It just ain't right."

Free Port-Knight's Quest

Sophia shuddered as The Doctor slithered up her ankle, she was more relaxed when he leapt to her wrist... for some reason. "Blur??" Numerous images flashed into her mind, of people that could not be remembered after they are seen.

She whispered to the bracelet hoping Marren and Nureen were following, she dared not look back, "I read about them once, in St. Edgard's memoirs again. But he didn't know many details. For example,"

By this time they entered the alleyway. "What do they look like?"

You wanna play the Blur or should I?

[HalfTangible]

Free Port-Knight's Quest

Sophia shuddered as The Doctor slithered up her ankle, she was more relaxed when he leapt to her wrist... for some reason. "Blur??" Numerous images flashed into her mind, of people that could not be remembered after they are seen.

She whispered to the bracelet hoping Marren and Nureen were following, she dared not look back, "I read about them once, in St. Edgard's memoirs again. But he didn't know many details. For example,"

By this time they entered the alleyway. "What do they look like?"

You wanna play the Blur or should I?OOC: thought i posted his hours ago... sorry =(

Considering the thing we discussed via PM, i think you should. They're not going to be very talkative or secretive with their enemies - they don't need to be

No one knows. He admitted. They are... for lack of a better phrase, memory-proof. I can only remember them because Isanloff made me one of his avatars on the material plane. Heck, even then I can only remember what they say and do.

He glared at the entrance to the alleyway. In this situation, treat everything you see as a potential hostile.

[Yeshon]

Free Port-Knight's Quest

"That's... a problem." Even as she said that, she could feel more than hear someone rush behind her with a dagger. The training Gwyn had put her through saved her life.

She grabbed the assailants wrist, twisted it behind his back and grabbed the back of his head. Throwing him skull first into the wall. But as she did so she looked at him... and blinked.

What the heck was she doing?! She pulled back on the assailant's hair, reducing a near fatal blow to a mild headache.

"I'm so sorry! Are you all right?!" The man cradled his head, "Yeah, I'm just a little."

A knife flashed in his hand.

[HalfTangible]

Free Port-Knight's Quest

"That's... a problem." Even as she said that, she could feel more than hear someone rush behind her with a dagger. The training Gwyn had put her through saved her life.

She grabbed the assailants wrist, twisted it behind his back and grabbed the back of his head. Throwing him skull first into the wall. But as she did so she looked at him... and blinked.

What the heck was she doing?! She pulled back on the assailant's hair, reducing a near fatal blow to a mild headache.

"I'm so sorry! Are you all right?!" The man cradled his head, "Yeah, I'm just a little."

A knife flashed in his hand.
Free Port
The Doctor

A tendril of ebony shadow shot out of the doctor's body, aiming to stab the knife out of the man's hand. I said EVERYTHING you see!

[Yeshon]

Free Port-Sophia

The tendril of shadow shot through the man's hand. He screamed in pain and the knife fell out of his hand. The Blur hissed, "Doctor!"

Sophia looked confused for a moment then finally snapped back to reality as the Blur tried to scramble away. She grabbed him by the back of his collar and pinned him against the wall. She didn't blink this time.

"Why are you after us?!"

The Blur hissed trying to escape from her hold. Dang she was strong. He stopped struggling.

"No reason." He said calmly. As if he weren't in the hands of an angry knight, a shadow, and two casters (hopefully) nearby.

[Elricaltovilla]

The Mistlands

Anzhela appeared carrying a stack of heavy books bound in silver with a trolley behind her containing yet more books and approached Kiloasa.
My Lord, I have worked without rest and spoken with everyone in the Forests who died in the past hundred years and who has been dead for at least one year.
She dropped her load of books on the ground at Kiloasa's feet. If there had been a wooden floor there, just one of the books would be deafening.
I'm assuming you can read Hreshtakayin Dzerragir.
If you have no further need for me, I shall depart and get to work on the next century.

Yes, she's going to intermittently torment Kiloasa with stacks of books for him to read through. He'd better arrange some shelving for them, or she's going to get slightly annoyed.

Kiloasa levitated the books with his magic and stored them in a set of shelves that seemed to appear out of thin air. Anzhela's whining was amusing, but her petualnce was going to be annoying. It was obvious that she fully misunderstood that her task really was important, and not just busywork. Kiloasa looked at the other Belsherai in his attendance.

Well, what are you standing there for? Go help her. I plan on making a present of these books to Belsheroth once he finishes being a whiny little... nevermind. Get moving! The last bit was shouted, mostly for fun. Something in Kiloasa was feeling mischevous.



The King was readying himself for departure, stolen artwork safely packed away and the Knights suitable honoured.
Oh right! He had those medals he was going to hand out! Oh well... He could do it later. It was then that one of his bodyguards pointed out the approach of Madame Woodsworth.
Madame, sorry, Lady Woodsworth! So good to see you!
And here I was planning to speak with you when I returned to Snow Haven. How goes your work to reduce pollution?

Yes, it is a bad idea to leave crazy people alone for too long. Though, in my defence, I was going to have the King summon her to check up on her progress.

Also, note that it'll be hard for her to take over the Kingdom because of the political structure. The King rules at the sufferance of the High Theocratic Council. (And in theory, the Parliament, but they're practically meaningless)
But, she can achieve control of matters traditionally governed by the King, which will make her pretty powerful.
Make sure she steps lightly around the Church and the Council. (The High Ecclesiarch, Head Judge and Amathol in particular.)

"Oh you know, everything according to schedule. Just like its supposed to be. No need to trouble yourself, your majesty. I can assure you that within three to five years you'll see almost a fifty percent deduction in atmospheric pollutants. I came to find you because I've been recieving some disturbing reports about activity in the cities from my new disciples. You see, though they've all been working so hard to help the Kingdom, lord Kiloasa... whose blessings are what are keeping your people from dying of starvation and black lung... do you have any idea how bad coal dust is for a person? Absolutely horrendous... no matter. What they've been telling me is that the Ecclesiarchy continues to snub Kiloasa throughout the sermons. I believe you remember our agreement? This really won't do at all your majesty. I promised you a solution to your problems, and I am delivering on that promise. However, you have yet to deliver on your end of our deal. I really wish you would speak to that old windbag about respect. Aren't you the king? At least that's why you wear the crown isn't it?..." And so on and so forth. Most people would have to wonder if Lady Woodsworth had shapeshifted her lungs to allow her to talk on forever. Most people would be right.

She doesn't need to take over the kingdom, in fact, she'd probably be better off replacing the Ecclesiarch, either officially or as the De Facto religious leader. Which is why she's trying to get King Stephen to grow a pair.



The Knights and Nettal

The lead knight smiled, "We've recently received reports that the Lords of the North are gathering at our border. So, our first objective will be to destroy that army."

With that she offers an extra horse to Nettal and begins to ride, due north. Towards the Southern Command Post to prepare dispatches and then, the ride North begins.

"A horse will be unnecessary." Nettal's legs shift and pop, and soon he stands as tall as a knight on horseback, his own legs having been replaced with four powerful hooved ones. Holding the spear like a lance, he charges off to the north.


Free Port-The Skull and Dagger

Sandra frowned, "Not exactly a welcoming bunch now are they?"

Saul eyed the room, the men here were very difficult to judge.



"I'll go ahead and get us a room. Sandra, will you accompany me?" Kuruk walked up to the least dangerous looking of the barkeepers, and offered him his most winning smile.

"Good evening, sir. Would you please provide us with your safest four person room this night?" Kuruk said.

[HalfTangible]

Free Port-Sophia

The tendril of shadow shot through the man's hand. He screamed in pain and the knife fell out of his hand. The Blur hissed, "Doctor!"

Sophia looked confused for a moment then finally snapped back to reality as the Blur tried to scramble away. She grabbed him by the back of his collar and pinned him against the wall. She didn't blink this time.

"Why are you after us?!"

The Blur hissed trying to escape from her hold. Dang she was strong. He stopped struggling.

"No reason." He said calmly. As if he weren't in the hands of an angry knight, a shadow, and two casters (hopefully) nearby.'ello little Blur. I'm the Doctor

You've probably heard I don't kill people. Rest assured, that's all lies and chicancery and I most definitely kill people. And if I didn't, the humans might. And if THEY don't... He slid off of Sophia and rose into a massive serpentine creature with a draconic head, I could still slip inside you and wreak HAVOC on your respiratory system without killing you. It's like waterboarding. Only it feels like you're burning alive instead of drowning.

Unrelated: how did you know i was the Doctor, specifically?

[Yeshon]

Free Port-Interrogating a Blur

Sophia raised an eyebrow, "Waterboarding?"

The Blur snarled, "Oh, I know full well that you kill people. One of them was a friend! You may not remember me, but I'll never forget the sound of your voice when you stabbed her in the heart."

Free Port-The Skull & Dagger

Sandra followed while Saul stayed behind to watch the room. Tere was definitely something wrong with this place.

"Preferably one as rat free as possible." Sandra chimed in, helpfully.

Nettal

Let's get back to him after I get 'Eric' to the northern border. Should have that done tomorrow.

[HalfTangible]

Free Port-Interrogating a Blur

Sophia raised an eyebrow, "Waterboarding?"...Oh right. Knight.


The Blur snarled, "Oh, I know full well that you kill people. One of them was a friend! You may not remember me, but I'll never forget the sound of your voice when you stabbed her in the heart."

Don't insult me. The Doctor said coldly. I remember everyone I've ever killed, Blur or not. I can remember what you say, what you do... He leaned in close, eyes shut. And I can assure you, Blur, that I did not kill anyone through a stab to the heart.

... On purpose. He added as an afterthought. There was this one time where this one Blur fell off a cliff, but I'm not sure-

[Elemental]

Free Port - The incident with the Blur

Marren and Nureen, being old and all that, took their time getting to the alleyway.
Calm yourself.... What did you say your name was? Doctor...?
Anyway... It seems that in this situation, a little application of the theory of magic could be employed.
Careful Marren, you know you failed your banishment trials.
Banishment? What are you talking about?
Then we wouldn't be able to know what's going on.
If you please Doctor whatever your name is, I can bind this creature in place such that Nureen could use it as a focus for her divinations. A living focus is much more effective than an unliving one.
At first slightly confused, a look of realisation dawned on Nureen's face.
I see what you mean... Much more effective than waiting until after the creature's death and cutting out its heart to carry with us...

Apologies, I had to sleep and then do stuff.
In clarification of what they're planning: Nureen can use her magic to track things down, but she needs something to focus on. The theory is, if she is given a living thing to focus on, she might be able to track down those like it. Of course, she'd still end up cutting its heart out afterwards for future divination purposes...
You can refuse or say it doesn't work, up to you.




Kiloasa levitated the books with his magic and stored them in a set of shelves that seemed to appear out of thin air. Anzhela's whining was amusing, but her petualnce was going to be annoying. It was obvious that she fully misunderstood that her task really was important, and not just busywork. Kiloasa looked at the other Belsherai in his attendance.

Well, what are you standing there for? Go help her. I plan on making a present of these books to Belsheroth once he finishes being a whiny little... nevermind. Get moving! The last bit was shouted, mostly for fun. Something in Kiloasa was feeling mischevous.

((She's not whining, but it's up to you how Kiloasa interprets her actions))
The Belsherai bowed, and Anzhela smiled inwardly. Obviously, Kiloasa had no plans to read them. They departed, and together, the ten archangels continued on with Anzhela's task like clockwork.



"Oh you know, everything according to schedule. Just like its supposed to be. No need to trouble yourself, your majesty. I can assure you that within three to five years you'll see almost a fifty percent deduction in atmospheric pollutants. I came to find you because I've been recieving some disturbing reports about activity in the cities from my new disciples. You see, though they've all been working so hard to help the Kingdom, lord Kiloasa... whose blessings are what are keeping your people from dying of starvation and black lung... do you have any idea how bad coal dust is for a person? Absolutely horrendous... no matter. What they've been telling me is that the Ecclesiarchy continues to snub Kiloasa throughout the sermons. I believe you remember our agreement? This really won't do at all your majesty. I promised you a solution to your problems, and I am delivering on that promise. However, you have yet to deliver on your end of our deal. I really wish you would speak to that old windbag about respect. Aren't you the king? At least that's why you wear the crown isn't it?..." And so on and so forth. Most people would have to wonder if Lady Woodsworth had shapeshifted her lungs to allow her to talk on forever. Most people would be right.

She doesn't need to take over the kingdom, in fact, she'd probably be better off replacing the Ecclesiarch, either officially or as the De Facto religious leader. Which is why she's trying to get King Stephen to grow a pair.

King Stephen raised his hand to stop her speaking.
Madame Woodsworth. I have done everything I can.
I have written the letter of recommendation you requested which right now sits on my desk in Snow Haven.
I handed over to you the Wood of Wolves.
And I have ordered that every time prayers and offerings are made at an event under my control that Kiloasa is included.
If the High Ecclesiarch has willingly and knowingly snubbed Kiloasa, then I shall make an appointment to speak with him. But know this... Worship of Kiloasa is already very uncommon throughout the Kingdom. No temples and few shrines are consecrated to him and there is no clergy or priesthood to do his work. He is invoked before and after the harvest and whenever an individual goes hunting.
I cannot, and will not, make any laws to the effect of altering religion for fear of destroying the fragile harmony of the Kingdom.
But, as I said, I shall make an appointment to see the "old windbag", who is younger than I am by the way. You may come along to address your grievances, and before hand, we shall kneel at the High Altar of the Guardian Temple and afterwards admire the finely woven banner of Lord Kiloasa that hangs on the wall behind it.
What on Earth did this woman want?

At this rate... Um... The King can't do anything about the High Ecclesiarch. That position is proclaimed by divine herald...
But she can kill Nameth if you want her too and seize the Temple, tear down everything that venerates a god that isn't Kiloasa and plunder the vaults and reliquaries below. Just make sure no one gets to the bell tower.
Just note... That such an act of desecration will not go unpunished when Belsheroth finishes recuperating.

[Yeshon]

Free Port-Blur Interrogation

"Shut up!!!" The Blur shouted thrashing against Sophia's grip, "I was there! I saw you!"

Sophia frowned at Nureen's sugesstion, then asked the Doctor, "Would that work?"

She never took her eyes off the Blur for a moment, struggling to keep him pinned as he resumed his thrashing.

[HalfTangible]

Free Port-Blur Interrogation

"Shut up!!!" The Blur shouted thrashing against Sophia's grip, "I was there! I saw you!"

Sophia frowned at Nureen's sugesstion, then asked the Doctor, "Would that work?"

She never took her eyes off the Blur for a moment, struggling to keep him pinned as he resumed his thrashing.

I'd have to tell you three about it the second you forgot, but it could work. Depends on who you end up looking for. The Doctor extended bits of his body to help Sophia hold the Blur down.

He then glared right at the Blur. I don't know if you've noticed but Shadows all kind of look alike. As in, the only way you'd be able to tell it was me was if I said 'I'm the doctor'. So I'm calling double bull**** on you.

[Elemental]

Free Port - The age old question, can a living thing be used as the focus for divination?

I suppose I can give it a go...
Nureen dismounts from her horse, handing the reins to Marren, and approaches the Blur.
Could you hold him in place while Marren immobilises him?
Marren moved his hands in an intricate pattern, and strands of golden light wrapped around the figure of the Blur. She placed one hand on his shoulder and began to concentrate, a task made harder by her keeping her eyes open.
At once, she entered the divining state, searching for others of this creature's kind.

I'll let you decide what the results of her search are and how it affects her and the Blur.

[Exachix]

"I'll go ahead and get us a room. Sandra, will you accompany me?" Kuruk walked up to the least dangerous looking of the barkeepers, and offered him his most winning smile.

"Good evening, sir. Would you please provide us with your safest four person room this night?" Kuruk said.


Free Port-The Skull & Dagger

Sandra followed while Saul stayed behind to watch the room. Tere was definitely something wrong with this place.

"Preferably one as rat free as possible." Sandra chimed in, helpfully.

"Why, I have half a mind to be offended, implying rats are present in our finest rooms here. Fortunately I understand the sentiment, and can ensure our rooms are mostly rat free."

He reaches behind the bar and pulls out a key, and places it in front of him. "Take the door going up, and you'll want to go right."

I can quickly reply to this, others take thinkage

[Xondoure]

Grandfather of Sheep

"It is a most wonderful thing to be reborn to, seeing the two of you shaping the fates of this world. Tell me, what do you think of it? This canvas upon which us elder gods have painted."

Birds of a Feather Murder Together

"Greetings then oh shadow of mine. I don't suppose I'll ever have you back now will I?" The second Lilli said laughing. "That's okay though. We'll have so much more fun this way."

Shifting Sands

"Only fools do not consider themselves to be foolish." The sand face replied in response to the Hawk. "And don't worry I'm quite willing to help, should you need my assistance, so I do hope you will hear me out first."

Harmony of Chaos

"In the beginning of time I did not know my purpose. Nay, I did not have one. All I had was a secret. A terrible one that must be kept for the sake of the universe. But it has lead me to a purpose, one which I almost wish did not have to be. I am the god of change, and with change comes destruction and creation both. I only hope you will be there to guide the world along the right courses when the dust settles." The old man said. Curious to see how the peaceful diety of harmony would react to the subtle threat, and not quite decided on whether the threat was real. The Fool had tried to flip a coin, but that proved pointless when the coin was so easily manipulated.

Shadow Puppets

The shadow twisted into the silhouette of a beautiful young woman surrounded by the fires of hell. "Don't you recognize me great nephew?" And then Lystelle's image changed to that of Arranan "Or perhaps your shadows brought back tales of the hero who ended the reign of ice?" And then the shadow stepped up out of the ground to match Ombra perfectly. "Regardless, I have much to discuss with you prince of shadows."

Living Dead

"Funny thing about being dead. We're immortal, so in order for us to die, and I mean truly die, we have to want to." Lystelle said sadly. "Me? I've been suicidal since the moment I came into existence. But then, you don't have to carry my secret." At this Lystelle plucked the petal of a periwinkle and scattered over the image of the dying god. "So tell me this Belsheroth, do you want to die? To rest with those of our kin that have now passed? If you do I will be happy to lay your essence to rest within the immeasurable possibilities of the Labyrinth. But something tells me you intend to remain."

Tea

As the nature god spoke the serpent spread jam over a biscuit and munched upon it perhaps a bit too loudly. As he finished Reisen sighed with pleasure.

"If you would read the note so kindly presented to you not three seconds before you started speaking you would realize you were simply invited late." Reisen said in a rather cheerful tone. "Of course that's no excuse for being late yourself! And yes I am quite delighted to be meeting you. I'm glad that you've met my children. It's good that they start making friends. They must get their social skills from their mother... Oh no that can't be right, I am their mother. Ah well. Now where was I? Oh yes, how many lumps of sugar?"

Muzzle to Muzzle

"Now now nephew, can't it be both? Strange things are afoot. And something tells me you're right in the middle of them." The fox said flicking his tail back and forth.

The Stability of Change

"I've been rather lazy I must admit." The butterfly man said. "Of course, that's all about to change."

[Elemental]

Living Dead

"Funny thing about being dead. We're immortal, so in order for us to die, and I mean truly die, we have to want to." Lystelle said sadly. "Me? I've been suicidal since the moment I came into existence. But then, you don't have to carry my secret." At this Lystelle plucked the petal of a periwinkle and scattered over the image of the dying god. "So tell me this Belsheroth, do you want to die? To rest with those of our kin that have now passed? If you do I will be happy to lay your essence to rest within the immeasurable possibilities of the Labyrinth. But something tells me you intend to remain."

Why are you reiterating things I already know? There is a reason I was born second last. There had to be life for me to exist, for I am result of the presence of the potential of death.
And believe me, I know about death.
Curious... That does not explain why I am older than Nyctus... For surely, darkness reigned supreme in the early Universe?
Now Belsheroth's thoughts began to wander around his memories of the beginning of time...
Apologies Reisen... It's hard to concentrate with all these distractions.
But permit me my melodrama. The wounds inflicted upon me by our traitorous Nephew are rather severe. I've got half a mind to burn the mortal world to the ground to show him just how reckless anddestructive I can be.
Or maybe I should just move the Dark Moon in front of the Sun again... That is why I made it...
His thoughts began to think of how he could gain vengeance over Kiloasa, but he pushed those away in disgust.
Tell me Reisen... What is your secret? You know I will carry it to the grave. Metaphorically. I've always felt myself to be a trustworthy being...
But I have a question... You no doubt saw the vision Kiloasa handed out.
Were my actions evil?

[The Bandicoot]

Father of Sheep

It is beautiful.......but flawed. These mortals they....stay still, build permanent homes.....build large buildings.....build walls.....then war..... They could have a better.....more peaceful life if they wandered.

[Yeshon]

Free Port-Blur Interrogation

The Blur was silent, he simply glared at the doctor, whatever it is he says he saw, he truly believes he saw it.

Then Nureen begins her incantation. "No!"

The Blur infest Free Port. Nureen counts at least two dozen within the city limits. But there is a horrible backlash as she encounters the Psionic defenses of dozens of Blur.

Any normal human would be brain dead. Hopefully Nureen is made of tougher stuff.

Free Port-Skull & Dagger

Sandra shrugs, "Sounds good enough to me."

The March North

It barely took 'Eric' a month to mobilize his forces and begin the long trek north.

"Are you all right Jennifer?"

"Yes... sir." She responded slowly. They had just passed Snow Haven. Where she discovered the news. Sophia was gone, she couldn't help but wonder if some god was punishing her for her deeds.

The Imposter sighed, "I am sorry about Sophia."

"Thank you sir."

"We'll find her, as soon as this is done, you have my word."

"Of course sir." She had given her word too, she had promised to help the Imposter fulfill his dream.

[HalfTangible]

Shadow Puppets

The shadow twisted into the silhouette of a beautiful young woman surrounded by the fires of hell. "Don't you recognize me great nephew?" And then Lystelle's image changed to that of Arranan "Or perhaps your shadows brought back tales of the hero who ended the reign of ice?" And then the shadow stepped up out of the ground to match Ombra perfectly. "Regardless, I have much to discuss with you prince of shadows."

I've met maybe half a dozen gods in person. Ombra growled. You gonna get to the point?

Free Port
The Doctor

The Doctor glanced at the mage, keeping his eyes locked on anywhere but his/her eyes. What do you see?

[Elemental]

Free Port - Probing the mind of the Blur

Fortunately, Nureen is made of tougher stuff.
But still, it took most of her freewill to not just crush the Blur's mind in order to end the pain.
I can feel at least two dozen of them...
But I can't give you their location other than that they're in this city somewhere.
She removed her hand from the Blur's shoulder.
You can kill it when you're done your interrogation Doctor, because I do not think I can do that again.
Just make sure you cut out its heart afterwards. I'll need that.
She shudders, consciously repressing the memories of the darker parts of the minds she touched. No harder than any other group of murderers.

Assuming of course that the Blurs she was briefly in contact with were murderers at one point.
And yes, she is repressing the memory on purpose. It's how she stays sane after exposing her mind to the kinds of things that make sane people go crazy.

[Yeshon]

Free Port - Probing the mind of the Blur

Fortunately, Nureen is made of tougher stuff.
But still, it took most of her freewill to not just crush the Blur's mind in order to end the pain.
I can feel at least two dozen of them...
But I can't give you their location other than that they're in this city somewhere.
She removed her hand from the Blur's shoulder.
You can kill it when you're done your interrogation Doctor, because I do not think I can do that again.
Just make sure you cut out its heart afterwards. I'll need that.
She shudders, consciously repressing the memories of the darker parts of the minds she touched. No harder than any other group of murderers.

Assuming of course that the Blurs she was briefly in contact with were murderers at one point.
And yes, she is repressing the memory on purpose. It's how she stays sane after exposing her mind to the kinds of things that make sane people go crazy.

Sophia nearly turned to face Nureen. The Blur was out cold after Nureen's power coursed through him. She dropped him so that he fell limp to the ground. She positioned herself between him, the Doctor, and the others, still keeping one eye trained on the Blur. "We are not killing someone who can't defend themselves."

[Draken]

The Stability of Change

"I've been rather lazy I must admit." The butterfly man said. "Of course, that's all about to change."

Merolle's eye turns around a bit.

"It has already changed quite a bit. I know it. I can see your shards speaking to our brethren around Geasa, from that I can infer that you have yet more shards speaking to the rest of the divinities."

"Dien, as the archives of the inevitable host tell me, that is the name used by a patchwork entity that was under the orders of the human hero Hallorn, that was three thousand years ago."

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I just noticed that I did not put the translation to what the Hydra said. It reads something along the lines of "Try again, I am not inclined to forgive fools who strike against their betters."

[HalfTangible]

Sophia nearly turned to face Nureen. The Blur was out cold after Nureen's power coursed through him. She dropped him so that he fell limp to the ground. She positioned herself between him, the Doctor, and the others, still keeping one eye trained on the Blur. "We are not killing someone who can't defend themselves."

I don't kill on purpose. The Doctor said coldly. And if I did, I wouldn't kill an unconscious man i know next to nothing about.

[Yeshon]

I don't kill on purpose. The Doctor said coldly. And if I did, I wouldn't kill an unconscious man i know next to nothing about.


Sophia breathes a sigh of relief, "Sorry I didn't mean to be presumptious."

[HalfTangible]

Sophia breathes a sigh of relief, "Sorry I didn't mean to be presumptious."

He shrugged - an extremely strange thing for a Shadow to do. Eh. I'm used to humans assuming monster equals monstrous.

He glared right at the Blur. If he were conscious I would ask where we can find their leader. Guess we'll have to find another and do it that way.

[AvocadoAvenger]

Ascension

Kipt sometimes takes the form of a songbird and watches his people, the Elthiens. In fact, he was doing just that when his conversation with Reisen began. Unfortunately, Kipt's ascension barred him from the plane without warning. Kipt drifted through the void for a relatively short time before sensing creative energy.

The Shadowlands

He looked at the Shadowlands briefly before deciding he liked the plane. Likewise to Ombra, he didn't know his distant cousin as well as he would have liked. It even looked like it had a space set aside for him to stay if he chose to. So Kipt decided it was well past time he met Ombra for real, he seemed like a friendly enough fellow after all.
"Hello, I believe we may have met briefly before" Kipt says warmly. "I do hope that I'm welcome here- I didn't mean to intrude- I just need somewhere to go and thought you might enjoy some company." he smiles.

[Yeshon]

Free Port-Next to a Blur

Sophia shook her head, "I didn't mean it like that, I suppose I started a few of your threats myself."

She looked away and began to walk down the alley, "Y'know, I could've sworn we were talking about something. But, I can't for the life of me remember what. Anyway what brought you here Doctor?"

Next fight's going to be a big one. You can roll if you want to randomize how well y'all's characters do. DC15 to get away without a scratch, DC 10 to get really hurt but still win, and DC 5 to survive. This is entirely optional, but gives a kinna rp'y feel.

Here's for Sophia: [roll0]

Free Port-In a hidden Alley

"Ma'am?" A woman's eyes shot open, "The Doctor is here."

"What would you have us do?"

"What do you think?"

The man disappeared around the corner and the woman continued to sit in the dark, waiting until she needed to use her pawns once more.

At The Northern Border

"Request Nettal's presence, I wish for his input in discussing our tactics."

One of the vampires, Jerome, bowed and exited the tent. 10 legions of Calasncti regulars and 5 legions of knights were at his call. "Sire, do you think this wise?"

"And why wouldn't I Jennifer?"

"We haven't gone to war with the Northern kingdoms in hundreds of years, we know nothing of their tactics, their power-"

"We know the Vargulfi and that is enough."

"But sire, what if they are not the most powerf-"

"I will have none of your cowardice! What happened to the knight that charged the bastions of Josiath with four other knights and held a foothold until support could finally be spared??"

"She grew up! How do we know we can trust this power?"

Eric paused for a moment, then smiled, "You've felt this power, you know what it will do to our enemies. And if the daemons withdraw our power... we are still knights! We will destroy them with or without this power."

Jennifer bit back a growl, feeling the unnatural energy, the hunger, swirl inside her, "Then why accept this power in the first place?"

Eric continued to smile, "As we are now, the twenty of us could kill the army before us. With this power, we will conserve enough man power to stab deeper into the Ice-kin lands and then... to the South."

"And what is there sire?"

An image of a spear flashed into his head, a spear that could unleash an Ice Age. The ultimate weapon.

"The key to peace."

@Lord_Asmodeous: Up to you to describe the Northern Kingdom Army (I think), then we'll cut away to Eric and Nettal deciding on some tactics. Then we can get the battle done.

Anyway here's the RCR roll: [roll1] this is not counting Nettal's bonus (cause I don't know what it is), but it is counting the Vampire's and Vargull's infusion of them. I don't know if you want to go w/o the RCR but it's there if you want it.

Here's the number: 10+5=15 legions (going by legion =5,000 men) So 75,000 men

@Xonduore: I bet you can guess what Eric's after, he does still need to go through Free Port for... some reason.

Also did Reisen respond to Gwyn?

[HalfTangible]

Free Port-Next to a Blur

Sophia shook her head, "I didn't mean it like that, I suppose I started a few of your threats myself."

She looked away and began to walk down the alley, "Y'know, I could've sworn we were talking about something. But, I can't for the life of me remember what. Anyway what brought you here Doctor?"

Next fight's going to be a big one. You can roll if you want to randomize how well y'all's characters do. DC15 to get away without a scratch, DC 10 to get really hurt but still win, and DC 5 to survive. This is entirely optional, but gives a kinna rp'y feel.

Here's for Sophia: [roll0]

I don't remember what bonuses the Doctor has and my google is on the fritz, so I'm not gonna roll. Just gonna RP whatever comes up. Don't like dice rolling to determine outcomes in PBP anyway

I'm here to hunt creatures that are impossible to remember seeing. He said cheerfully. This is the part where you tell me 'thats impossible' or some variation thereof, right? Well, I've heard it before and quite frankly I'm tired of it. He wrapped around Sophia's wrist like a bracelet. But since they know I'm here more will be coming soon. We need to go find another Allon-sy!

[Elricaltovilla]

Tea

As the nature god spoke the serpent spread jam over a biscuit and munched upon it perhaps a bit too loudly. As he finished Reisen sighed with pleasure.

"If you would read the note so kindly presented to you not three seconds before you started speaking you would realize you were simply invited late." Reisen said in a rather cheerful tone. "Of course that's no excuse for being late yourself! And yes I am quite delighted to be meeting you. I'm glad that you've met my children. It's good that they start making friends. They must get their social skills from their mother... Oh no that can't be right, I am their mother. Ah well. Now where was I? Oh yes, how many lumps of sugar?"



No sugar will be necessary, thank you. Kiloasa sipped at his tea, off in some other corner of the Mistlands a part of him was yelling at the Belsherai again, and still another part was silently and invisibly perusing the books Anzhela had brought him. The limited information she had gathered confirmed his own theories, nearly a third of the dead souls in the Starlight Forest would seriously consider returning to Creation over the afterlife they currently lived. I wonder, Reisen. What is your opinion on the current state of divine affairs? The schism between the gods is obvious, but you seem to leap across it with abandon. So tell me, was I wrong to avenge those of my children who suffered at the hands of an uncaring and uncontrolled god of death? What can be done to bridge the gap between the Guardians and the Directors?

Sorry Ele, but you never specified how many souls would want to go back to Creation, so I did. And thems the breaks. It'll probably be a lot higher in Hell too. Although I think Anzhela should be more concerned with the "trapping souls in hell and using them to power vile magics on earth, thus ending their immortal afterlife" thing.


King Stephen raised his hand to stop her speaking.
Madame Woodsworth. I have done everything I can.
I have written the letter of recommendation you requested which right now sits on my desk in Snow Haven.
I handed over to you the Wood of Wolves.
And I have ordered that every time prayers and offerings are made at an event under my control that Kiloasa is included.
If the High Ecclesiarch has willingly and knowingly snubbed Kiloasa, then I shall make an appointment to speak with him. But know this... Worship of Kiloasa is already very uncommon throughout the Kingdom. No temples and few shrines are consecrated to him and there is no clergy or priesthood to do his work. He is invoked before and after the harvest and whenever an individual goes hunting.
I cannot, and will not, make any laws to the effect of altering religion for fear of destroying the fragile harmony of the Kingdom.
But, as I said, I shall make an appointment to see the "old windbag", who is younger than I am by the way. You may come along to address your grievances, and before hand, we shall kneel at the High Altar of the Guardian Temple and afterwards admire the finely woven banner of Lord Kiloasa that hangs on the wall behind it.
What on Earth did this woman want?

At this rate... Um... The King can't do anything about the High Ecclesiarch. That position is proclaimed by divine herald...
But she can kill Nameth if you want her too and seize the Temple, tear down everything that venerates a god that isn't Kiloasa and plunder the vaults and reliquaries below. Just make sure no one gets to the bell tower.
Just note... That such an act of desecration will not go unpunished when Belsheroth finishes recuperating.

"The druids are his priesthood, King Stephen. I thought that was obvious. Every tree is a shrine to the Treefather, every hunt is a song sung in his glory. But no one in Calasanctium knows this or acknowledges it. They use and abuse the gifts he offers them with abandon, and we druids act continuously to protect the world that the rest of you so wantonly destroy. Priesthoods are nothing but a political force and one that acts against you at every turn. Shouldn't you care more about the way the clergy acts? They undermine and divert your authority at every turn and wrest the control of the kingdom from your very hands. Why should you let them get away with this? You wear the crown, not them. I'm sure that if you just showed a little more backbone you'd have a lot more political clout, and I'm here to help you find that backbone, King Stephen. So why don't we go speak with the old windbag together and see what we can do to correct this unfortunate power gap. You know, this reminds me of when my first husband died... You see, he worked in one of the coal mines and one day he came up with this..." Never seeming to run out of breath, Lady Woodsworth's words drone on and on, but something is different about her tone of voice. A little wheedling sound, just at the edge of hearing creeps into her voice. It seems almost like her words are pushing Stephen's mind along a certain path, one he might not have considered normally.

She's using some really high level druid magic to influence Stephen's decision making processes. Charm Person kind of stuff.

Freeport- The Cloak and Dagger

"I'm sure your establishment is as fine as the most wondorous Inns of Old Calasanctium." Kuruk said by way of apology. He headed up the stairs with the knights in tow. Turning the key, he entered their room and immediately began inspecting it for spyholes, traps and any dangerous or out of place objects.

The Mistlands

The last part of Kiloasa was busy working on a new blessing, something that would help people find their own way in the world. True happiness came from the journey, not the destination. Only those who truly dedicated themselves to a task would reap the highest skills of their art form. It was time for hard work to really pay off.

When the blessing was completed and cast, Kiloasa felt another surge of power. He was stronger now than he'd ever been before.

Starting AP: 3 PAP: 0+1 (rollover)
Bless Amor Libertatis: 1 AP
"Hard work really works" Those who truly dedicate themselves to a task will see real, tangible increases in their skills, far beyond that of any others. A person's dedication to a specific art, from smithing to painting to hunting to magic of any kind will show a strong positive correlation to their skill. This only applies to followers of Amor Libertatis.
Gain Domain: 2 AP 1 PAP Freedom(Opportunity)
Create Concept- 1 AP Amor Libertatis
Bless- 1AP Wedding between Floewyr and Akir Sharkslayer
Create Life- 1 AP Medicinal Plants
Create Concept- 1 AP Boardgames
Bless- 1 AP Kuruk's sea voyage will be especially lucky and prosperous.
Create Life- 1 AP Ghosts
Bless Amor Libertatis- 1 AP

Final AP: 0 PAP: 0
KILOASA IS NOW A GREATER DEITY

[HalfTangible]

The Shadowlands

He looked at the Shadowlands briefly before deciding he liked the plane. Likewise to Ombra, he didn't know his distant cousin as well as he would have liked. It even looked like it had a space set aside for him to stay if he chose to. So Kipt decided it was well past time he met Ombra for real, he seemed like a friendly enough fellow after all.
"Hello, I believe we may have met briefly before" Kipt says warmly. "I do hope that I'm welcome here- I didn't mean to intrude- I just need somewhere to go and thought you might enjoy some company." he smiles.

You are not intruding, and while I do not know you well enough to call you a friend, you are not unwelcome, kin. Ombra smiled beneath his cloak. The tower in the center may provide accommodations to your tastes if you like... Well, as many nonsentient accommodations as you like.

[Yeshon]

Free PortThe Skull & Dagger

Sandra joined Kuruk in searching the room whil Saul watched the hall for a moment and then closed the door. The last knight had been sent to let the ship's captain know of their plans for accomodation.

"I don't see anything." Sandra whispered rustling through the bed's sheets.

"Sooo, looking forward to the next voyage?"

@Exachix: Your decision if there is anything

The Northern Border-Nettal's Tent

A knight entered Nettal's tent offering a curtious nod, "Apologies sir, Captain Eric requests your presence."

@Elricaltovilla: As long as you don't have plans other than him being up here for right now.

[Elemental]

Free Port-Next to a Blur

Sophia shook her head, "I didn't mean it like that, I suppose I started a few of your threats myself."

She looked away and began to walk down the alley, "Y'know, I could've sworn we were talking about something. But, I can't for the life of me remember what. Anyway what brought you here Doctor?"

Next fight's going to be a big one. You can roll if you want to randomize how well y'all's characters do. DC15 to get away without a scratch, DC 10 to get really hurt but still win, and DC 5 to survive. This is entirely optional, but gives a kinna rp'y feel.

Here's for Sophia: [roll0]


I don't remember what bonuses the Doctor has and my google is on the fritz, so I'm not gonna roll. Just gonna RP whatever comes up. Don't like dice rolling to determine outcomes in PBP anyway

I'm here to hunt creatures that are impossible to remember seeing. He said cheerfully. This is the part where you tell me 'thats impossible' or some variation thereof, right? Well, I've heard it before and quite frankly I'm tired of it. He wrapped around Sophia's wrist like a bracelet. But since they know I'm here more will be coming soon. We need to go find another Allon-sy!

For a brief moment, Nureen and Marren wandered why they were in the alley. Something about shade...
And then they heard the Doctor speak about an impossible creature.

Roll for Marren: [roll0]
+1 Calasanctium Kingdom, +3 Infused Church of Belsheroth.
Roll for Nureen: [roll1]
+1 Calasanctium Kingdom.



Sorry Ele, but you never specified how many souls would want to go back to Creation, so I did. And thems the breaks. It'll probably be a lot higher in Hell too. Although I think Anzhela should be more concerned with the "trapping souls in hell and using them to power vile magics on earth, thus ending their immortal afterlife" thing.

Damn. I was hoping the number would be closer to one fifth. But those are only the dead from the past hundred years. So, still millions left to go.
And anyway... The trend will be that the longer someone has been dead for the less they care about what goes on in the mortal world. However, I suppose if someone has been dead long enough they no longer wish to remain dead.
As such, the chart will drop sharply away to almost zero after the first two centuries of remaining at around a third, and eventually start to increase around the two thousand year mark.
Sound reasonable?



"The druids are his priesthood, King Stephen. I thought that was obvious. Every tree is a shrine to the Treefather, every hunt is a song sung in his glory. But no one in Calasanctium knows this or acknowledges it. They use and abuse the gifts he offers them with abandon, and we druids act continuously to protect the world that the rest of you so wantonly destroy. Priesthoods are nothing but a political force and one that acts against you at every turn. Shouldn't you care more about the way the clergy acts? They undermine and divert your authority at every turn and wrest the control of the kingdom from your very hands. Why should you let them get away with this? You wear the crown, not them. I'm sure that if you just showed a little more backbone you'd have a lot more political clout, and I'm here to help you find that backbone, King Stephen. So why don't we go speak with the old windbag together and see what we can do to correct this unfortunate power gap. You know, this reminds me of when my first husband died... You see, he worked in one of the coal mines and one day he came up with this..." Never seeming to run out of breath, Lady Woodsworth's words drone on and on, but something is different about her tone of voice. A little wheedling sound, just at the edge of hearing creeps into her voice. It seems almost like her words are pushing Stephen's mind along a certain path, one he might not have considered normally.

She's using some really high level druid magic to influence Stephen's decision making processes. Charm Person kind of stuff.

King Stephen is not so easily swayed, but eventually, Madame Woodsworth's endless chatter starts to make logical sense.
Wait, logical sense, what was he thinking? Oh right, that last point clinched the deal...
No... Tradition must be preserved.
I apologise Madame Woodsworth, but you are quite wrong. My family and the dynasties that preceded us on the throne of the Kingdom wrested power away from the clergy.
Revoking titles was always a good way to point out his sovereignty.
I may wear the crown, but it is placed on my head by a Patriarch of the Church. They have done so much for our Kingdom and our people, more than all the druids who have ever lived.
Yes. Tradition will show the path to peace... It would be foolish to overthrow generations of laws that have maintained order amidst anarchy and external pressure. The Ilarfian Code and the Teachings of Belsheroth must be upheld!
Now, according to the ancient charters of the Kingdom, all grievances concerning Church activities must be taken directly before the High Ecclesiarch. We shall go see him at once.
King Stephen raised his voice and spoke to his retinue.
Everyone, we ride for the Guardian Temple.

The King is no weak-willed fool, but needless to say, Madame Woodsworth still managed to get to him somehow, just not in the way expected. He should be much more suggestible now.
The journey North will be the perfect opportunity to influence him further, provided you don't try with his bodyguard around because Lord Carrin and High Priestess Janela will realise what's she's doing and try and strike her down.
There's a reason he never travels anywhere without them.

[Yeshon]

Free Port-Hunt for the Blur

Sophia continues walking, "So any idea where we can find these Blur?" She needn't have asked, all ready several figures moved through the shadows. They did not attack yet, for now they kept their distance watching.

Sophia spotted one and when he disappeared she still remembered him, "These aren't Blur."

She put a hand on her pommel, "Get ready."

[Elemental]

My rolling for Marren and Nureen didn't quite work. So I'm doing it again.

Marren: [roll0]
+1 Calasanctium Kingdom, +3 Infused Church of Belsheroth

Nureen: [roll1]
+1 Calasanctium Kingdom

[Xondoure]

Heart of the Labyrinth

The Fool was stirring. All around reality illusions in the form of his aspects were speaking to the gods. But here in a space with out measure of time a plot was coming into fruition. For here in the dark recess of his mind slept a terrible secret.

"My burden to bear." He whispered here as Belsheroth questioned him for the truth. "You would not accept it, could not accept it. It is too tragic for a god of death. Or perhaps I am wrong. Perhaps you would understand, perhaps I don't have to be alone." The secret laughed at this thought. Such a foolish notion in the face of truth.

The Fool understood truth, for as truth was the heart of all lies, truth was the spark of divinity. And it was high time to be reminded of that which had been forgotten.

Starting AP: 22
PAP: 2
Craft Relic 4: the Fool's Secret.
The Fool's Secret is a divine thought which allows him a unique understanding of reality. To him, all of creation is much like the labyrinth which is both his heart and his prison cell.
In Game: Drives mortals mad, and thus under his control (RCR to "seize" hero/other, rather than kill them, the secret exists in their minds for the briefest instant but in doing so breaks it) +2 to RCR
Infuse 2: the Fool's Secret.
+2 to RCR
Infuse 2: Labyrinth
The Labyrinth is Folly's home turf. Venturing onto it means playing by his rules. Which are usually "I win." +2 to RCR
Gain Domain 3: Truth (Lies)
Create Greater Life 4: Renati
To be revealed, one already exist(ed) is all I will say for now
Infuse 2: Renati
Create Life 1: the Lost.
The Lost are all those who have been lost to the Labyrinth, whether by physically becoming lost within its depths, their minds wandering into it through the dream world while they slept, or being broken by Reisen / other lost. They are a mad race, with strange and not entirely understandable reactions and motivations.
Gain Domain 1+(2): Life (Lost)
All Domains (some changed to actual domains:) Change (Transmutation) Illusion (Reality) Travel (Lost) Mind (Cunning) Trickery (Theft) Time (Transience) Truth (Lies) Life (Lost)
Reisen is now a Greater God.
Remaining AP: 3
PAP: 0

[Drowlord]

Desert
Aquaeris ascended to the void. He took in his responsibility, as he was now powerful enough to acknowledge it.
He knew, and laughed in wonder.
Actions:
Gain Domain: Loyalty (heroism)
AP: 0+4-3=0

He then went to his dead souls in the deep. He could go on the world no longer.

[Elemental]

The Halls of Death

Belsheroth gasped as his heart began to beat again and his lungs began to take in the air of Geasa once more.
Why did he even have those? It's not like he needed to breathe...
Still, the pain was unbearable, but soon subsided. His cloak was still covered in blood and torn from the blows of Kiloasa's axe. His armour was likewise stained and now useless.
Slowly, he got up. Gwyn was there, as was Brightfire. And Reisen too, in his own way. With a simple thought, Belsheroth restored his cloak and armour to their previous state and cleansed the floor of his blood. Hundreds of shards of glass flew across the room and reassembled into a window.
He bowed to Gwyn.
Thank you for watching over me Gwyn, and you also Brightfire.
That was exhilarating in its own way.
And indeed, despite being nigh comatose a few moments before, Belsheroth felt within himself a surge of new power. Kiloasa had forced him much closer to death than he had ever been, and he had come back stronger and with a greater understanding.
Now... Much needs to be done in a very short period of time...

Starting AP: 3 + 2 PAP
Gain Domain: Death (Inevitability) 3 AP
-Curse: Strike down the Lich Lords : 1 AP
-Infuse Forests of Starlight : 2 AP
-Create Fabled Life: Belsherai : 3/1 AP
-Alter Land: Halls of Death : 1 AP
Remaining AP: 2

Belsheroth is now an Intermediate Deity.

[mattsdelf]

The Former Lokab Empire

Tresingiis arrived at the city, where ranks and ranks of goblins where lined up outside. Reddulch had gotten them all in one place, just outside the walls of the capitol. Reddulch approached Tresingiis and the two spoke for a moment.

" We cover most of the desert now, we will be able to form a new alliance today. Is this everyone from the city?"

" Everyone who would come, excluding the sick, old and young."

" Okay, The Cretaum that we sent to the Emirates have gotten back without any help, send them among the desert to spread the news."

" Okay, and what will we do concerning the goblins?"

"This desert will be part of our empire now. We will take full responsibility for the goblins here."

"Empire? When where we going to have an empire? Why do we need one? The tribes are alright surviving on our own, but if we have an empire, we couldn't live the same way. How could we even structure the government? How do we include the goblins?"

" Reddulch, I created you. I created all of you. I blessed you and your people. My people. You will do this for the goblins. I will raise a city to serve as your capitol and solve some of your problems, but these people need your leadership. I picked you for my presence in these people because you would have the courage, and determination to lead them well. Don't tell me that you can't handle it, that I have made a mistake. You should take the opportunity that presents itself, and lead the new desert empire. The Mirage Empire, with it's capitol between the Red Desert and the Former Lokab lands. You must not question this. Go, tell them, and I will create it."

" As you wish, fine. "

" The Cretaum are here to stay."

Speech

" I have gathered you out here today to tell you of our new plan. We will stay here. We will rule here with the goblins. We are now one empire. A new empire to rule the shifting sands and own the desert. Others will see our empire, and think we are strong, to prosper in the desert. Our mirage will be like a oasis, except it will be real. We are now called The Mirage Empire. Now, and for the rest of our lives in this world." There was applause among the goblins, who where so grateful to them for saving their destroyed cities, but the Cretaum where confused, they would need convincing. " I will split all of our lands into eight provinces. One for each tribe, and three new tribes with goblin leadership. We will grow, we will integrate ourselves, and the goblins will become part of the tribes. It will require lots of marching around the desert, carrying, moving, and a lot of hard work. But then, we can continue, and we will make the Mirage Empire grow and prosper."

The cretaum looked confused, but they accepted the word of their head chief.

The Mirage Empire

Shreddokk has been the capitol of the Cretaum lands, and will continue to be a place of gathering for the tribes. However, It was too far away from the goblins, so Tresingiis set to make a new capitol. As opposed to loose tribes and village center, this one would be made with set outer and inner walls of sandstone, designated buildings and three districts. The first was the trade district, closest to the entry and exit of the walls, then the Main district in the middle with the specified buildings for ruling, healing, a food bank, a bath, a bank, and a temple to Tresingiis. The third district was in the back, and it was the residential district. The houses where lined up with goblin architecture. The new capitol is named Tulmany. Tresingiis did not create a city where there was not one before, merely made one that was already there a lot bigger.

AP breakdown.
Starting AP: 8 +1 PAP
Form organization-1 PAP -1 AP
I'm not sure if I need to spend more AP on that yet. If I do, I can.

and rollover in a few hours: +4, +1 PAP
New AP: 11 +1 PAP


and @drowlord
Can you post about sofia? I remember you saying that there was evil in the town, and that Sofia would show Michael where it was.

[Yeshon]

The Halls of Death

Gwyn stood at her uncle's rising. "I couldn't agree more, there is much that can and should be done in a short time. But I would not have us be redundant to each other uncle. Listen to what I plan so that we do not conflict."

Rollover:2+6=8

@Elemental (only Belsheroth can hear this, unless Merolle decides to eavesdrop being that he's omnipresent in Geasea): Gwyn plans to create the Citadel of Light, a bastion against a war she's foreseen between the Guardians and the Directors (or something far worse) and serve as a symbol of hope for mortals. Also plans to make a creature called the Deathless from the noblest of knights, but wants Belsheroth's permission first since they'd be undying.

Free Port-Ambush

Sophia watches the buildings, she wished she could know which were Blur and which were not. Then she heard footfalls behind her. She closed her eyes drew her sword and slashed behind her. Eviscerating the knife wielding man in one stroke.

"Can I still forget if I don't see?" She asked the Doctor uncertain if it was a Blur or just a man. Arrows sang through the air towards the unlikely group. Sophia's eyes shot open and she rolled, avoiding all but one arrow, that one pinning her cloak to the ground.

She looked up, Archers readied their bows on top of a building across the street, while more men charged towards them from behind barrels and alleyways.

She growled ripping her cloak as she yanked it away from the arrow.

"Doctor! Take out the men on the roof! We'll handle these bastards!" D-Did she just order a 3,000 year old immortal? Oops.

@HT: I'm defering to you on this one, can one remember a Blur if they never saw them but perceived them through other senses?

@HT & Ele: Feel free to control the guys y'all's are fighting too, there are about 20 in all (8 on roof, rest on the ground). Be as BA as you wish, leaving 3-5 for Sophia to handle please. Expecting to wrap this encounter up tomorrow.

Exachix & Drowlord: PM will be incoming.

[HalfTangible]

Free Port-Ambush

Sophia watches the buildings, she wished she could know which were Blur and which were not. Then she heard footfalls behind her. She closed her eyes drew her sword and slashed behind her. Eviscerating the knife wielding man in one stroke.

"Can I still forget if I don't see?" She asked the Doctor uncertain if it was a Blur or just a man. Arrows sang through the air towards the unlikely group. Sophia's eyes shot open and she rolled, avoiding all but one arrow, that one pinning her cloak to the ground.

She looked up, Archers readied their bows on top of a building across the street, while more men charged towards them from behind barrels and alleyways.

She growled ripping her cloak as she yanked it away from the arrow.

"Doctor! Take out the men on the roof! We'll handle these bastards!" D-Did she just order a 3,000 year old immortal? Oops.

@HT: I'm defering to you on this one, can one remember a Blur if they never saw them but perceived them through other senses?

@HT & Ele: Feel free to control the guys y'all's are fighting too, there are about 20 in all (8 on roof, rest on the ground). Be as BA as you wish, leaving 3-5 for Sophia to handle please. Expecting to wrap this encounter up tomorrow.

Exachix & Drowlord: PM will be incoming.Eh... no, because it's not specifically losing sight that erases them from your memory... It's perhaps more accurate to say your memory of a Blur is wiped the moment you stop noticing them. The reason sight is given so much spotlight is because sight is constant - you stop hearing what someone is saying the moment they stop making noise, you stop tasting the moment your tongue stops touching something but all you can do to stop seeing a Blur is shut your eyes or blink.

That single instant - the moment your senses aren't directly telling you 'there's a Blur!' and you only know because you remember it- is what the Blur's natural processes need to wipe your memory

Unfortunately yes. The Doctor growled before shooting up to the roof.

Having computer issues - ill try to have them fixed by tomorrow but until then my posts will probably be stunted

[Elemental]

The Halls of Death

Gwyn stood at her uncle's rising. "I couldn't agree more, there is much that can and should be done in a short time. But I would not have us be redundant to each other uncle. Listen to what I plan so that we do not conflict."

Rollover:2+6=8

@Elemental (only Belsheroth can hear this, unless Merolle decides to eavesdrop being that he's omnipresent in Geasea): Gwyn plans to create the Citadel of Light, a bastion against a war she's foreseen between the Guardians and the Directors (or something far worse) and serve as a symbol of hope for mortals. Also plans to make a creature called the Deathless from the noblest of knights, but wants Belsheroth's permission first since they'd be undying.

Very well... Inform me of your plan, so that we may coordinate our objectives.
And then, I have a task for you, if you choose to accept it.

Rollover: 2 + 6
It's excellent being an intermediate deity now.

The task is a simple one. Go down to the Guardian Temple and get the fragments of Belsheroth's scythe. Because he can't do it himself.
And I have no objection to those plans.


Free Port - Ambush

Nureen turned and buried a dagger into the heart of an assailant with a well aimed throw. Spurring her horse forward, she trampled another. Her horse reared up and its hooves struck the attacker precisely in the lungs.
Using her magic, she held a third assailant in place and unleashed a hail of white hot needles at the archers on the roof. But she was getting older, and as such, wasn't quick enough to avoid an arrow that struck her in the chest.
However, as she fell from her horse, a bolt of lightning arced through the archer who had hit her, leaving a smoking hole in his chest. He died instantly with no blood loss as the heat of the spell cauterised his wound.
The end of the arc hit the roof of the building, and it caught fire.

Marren reacted no less quickly, raising a barrier to protect himself. Unfortunately, combat was not his speciality, so he improvised. He placed his hand on the shoulder of the Blur immobilised by Nureen and reached out with his mind and stopped its heart, simultaneously deflecting an arrow with a flick of his other hand.
As it collapsed, he struck another with a beam of light, blinding it and causing it to scream in pain. Turning to another of the assailants, he began intoning powerful words of exorcism, usually reserved for daemons and Ember Spirits.
Now, Marren had failed at banishment and no idea what would happen if a native creature was banished, but he tried it nonetheless.
The result was not pretty...
Elsewhere, in Geasa, a femur fell from the sky, narrowly missing a Gnome.
With a great deal of self-control, Marren avoided utilising certain elements of the vernacular as Nureen fell from her horse and focused on preventing the spread of the fire started by her spell and protecting the civilians as they evacuated the building. However, the Blur had no concern for innocent lives, and one stabbed in the back while concentrated.
Marren turned and grabbed it by the wrists as he felt himself dying and drained the Blur of its life force, before, he too fell from his horse unconscious.

Okay, so that's three killed by Nureen (including and archer), several archers inconvenienced and a fire started.
Marren also got three and blinded one other.
I won't describe what happened to the one he tried to banish from the Mortal World, I will merely say, that without a specific destination, the spell tried to send him to every other plane simultaneously and that much of that alleyway is probably covered in blood now...

[Exachix]

Free PortThe Skull & Dagger

Sandra joined Kuruk in searching the room while Saul watched the hall for a moment and then closed the door. The last knight had been sent to let the ship's captain know of their plans for accomodation.

"I don't see anything." Sandra whispered rustling through the bed's sheets.

"Sooo, looking forward to the next voyage?"

@Exachix: Your decision if there is anything

The room is not large, but still with enough space. The beds appear rough, but no sign of anything untoward. Overall not the nicest place, but certainly will do. After all, spying on guests would reduce trade.


Birds of a Feather Murder Together

"Greetings then oh shadow of mine. I don't suppose I'll ever have you back now will I?" The second Lilli said laughing. "That's okay though. We'll have so much more fun this way."

An Unkindness of Death

"Much more fun, indeed." She grins. "Besides, I am distinct from you."


Free PortParvis, Marik, and Jorias

They were both silent for a moment, then Jorias looked up, "So it's true what they're saying?"

"Damn him!" Marik hissed, "After all we've been through."

"Calm down Marik."

"You calm down, I've been fighting alongside him since 'e was a pup in Calasancti. 'e ne'er once e'en said a cross word to the men. And now this? It just ain't right."

Parvis shrugged to the two men. "I can only relay what I've learnt and what I've uncovered." He spread his hands. "And ensure my investments and trade doesn't fall through."

Monte Mora

The assassins on the dockside attempt, now their target is downed, to flee from the site, though as the Hyderessë acts, they pause and look. Two take out small knives and nick their hands, while another does not stop his fleeing, only to be hit by a spear thrust.

Meanwhile.. at sea.

Litan removes his mask and throws it overboard. "Why should I hide here? I understand why you may mistrust me, but alas I fell into the same lot as your boss man. I made the same enemies as him, though the gods know only what those were." He paces, before looking at them. "Thankfully I adopted some anonymity prior to this incident. So I decided to assist another who had found a cruel and heartless enemy."

He shuddered, and tried to shake the impression he was being watched. "Besides, I'm sure I can get work as a bodyguard. Now, had someone better find your captain and see if he's ok?" He smiles and turns to go and find Brist.

The World

Within time, those who desired knowledge could obtain it, but occasionally at a cost. Yet mages and scholars began to stumble upon a new art, or new to them nonetheless. Lilli watched the new diviners from afar, watching them, and vying their candidacy for her organizations.

AP:12
-1 Bless: Ensure the knowledge of divination spreads, allowing some to learn of it and use it.
-3 Gain Domain: Magic(Divination) (actions: 4 - Fabled Concept, Divination. 2 - Organization, Lilli's Scholars, 1 - This Blessing)
+4 Rollover
AP:12

[Yeshon]

Death's Mansion

Gwyn nods and relates her plans to Belsheroth, along with a little of what she's seen of possible worlds.

A little later

A very old woman is seen in The Guardian temple, searching for the remains of Belsheroth's scythe. Trying to track the divine essence in the shards.

Free Port-The Metting

Marik frowns but nods. Jorias nods and looks at Parvis, "We're listening."

[AvocadoAvenger]

Shadowlands

You are not intruding, and while I do not know you well enough to call you a friend, you are not unwelcome, kin. Ombra smiled beneath his cloak. The tower in the center may provide accommodations to your tastes if you like... Well, as many nonsentient accommodations as you like.
"Aren't we all basically family?" Kipt jested in a friendly manner. "Although you have my thanks for letting me stay here." Kipt continued, now more serious. "This is a very beautiful place, with all the colors, and the void is so dull and drab." He pauses, switching topic "So, Ombra, what has a god like yourself been up to lately?" The small talk of gods; if that generic question doesn't start conversation, Kipt would be hard pressed to find something that will.

Monte Mora: The Docklands

One of the spear men was intent on chasing down the assassins, but having to peel a corpse off of his weapon slowed him down, and they were able to flee. The other looked more interested in tending to the wounded hippogriff, and learning about the situation.
The beast was not as badly hurt as it had seemed with its bleeding stopped, and within a few seconds it was standing again. Not to say it wouldn't need some medical attention though; it looked very feeble, and had lost quite a bit of blood. "Who are you?" the Elthien asked the Hydresse. To be honest, he didn't know quite what to think. Although he had seen KliKit before, and he had seen a Hydresse once or twice, he had certainly never seen anyone quite like this person in his life.

Monte Mora: A ship just off the coast

The crew thought about that for a minute, not sure what to think, before one member said "It does make sense." A large portion of the crew began to return to their work. "I'll get the cap'n for ya" another put in. At this point, they had all returned to normal duties save for the one who went to fetch Brist.
Next, the Kalpan guard climbed on board the ship, and sat down. "I'm still guarding this ship, I think I might just do it from deck." the man said. He was known by the crew as a guard, and had even contributed to loading the ship, so none of them questioned him. Then, turning to Litan "All the better for your security, sir."

[Drowlord]

Monte Mora
The creature morphed back into the young woman. "I am Akir and Floewyr's direct descendent, master of Aímancy. My name is Alene, and I wish to join your watch. The assasins are ignoble and base, and kill without reason. Besides, they are... Tiresome. You are new. And interesting."

The Sunken Places
Aquaeris smiled to his dead, then, seeing all was right, rose to the void. His lieutenant, Agares, was trustworthy.

He rose through the void, like a stream of water. He left trails and strands behind, lonely and pale. As he felt, for even among the gods, he was somewhat of a loner. He saw beauty in all, but that did not start conversations.
He saw the other gods in their realms, but he saw that was not his destination.
He knew his sister still hated him. Beauty was not there.
He had failed.
He saw.
"Divinity."
Michael or Sofía would do a better job. He was nothing among gods. All others had someone to smile with. He was intensely loyal to Kiloasa, but that was not beauty in its wildest form. He was unstable; he was still mad in a little part of himself. He needed company.
He saw the shining land like a reverse silhouette against the blackness. He blessed it, and descended to it.
"Hello. Who is here?"
Actions:
Bless Shadowlands
AP: 1-1=0

[AvocadoAvenger]

Monte Mora

The Elthien initially raised an eyebrow to what Alene had said, but then responded "Well, your morals are certainly good. I would just hope that we don't become boring to you. Anyways, it is always nice to meet a friend of the guard, I am Garner. With Akric- the one with the greatsword that is- dead, Edrun is our leader now. We had best report to him."
the other guard is back now, and the two have a short conversation. By the end of it, they decide to let Garner visit Edrun with Alene, and the other one to get the hippogriff medical attention. Provided she agrees, Garner begins to lead her through the city.

[Drowlord]

Monte Mora
Alene smiled. She cast out a fizzing bolt of green energy over the area. Wounds healed, bruises faded, and the near-dead sighed as they were soothed by positive energy.
Her knees trembled slightly with exhaustion, but she stubbornly kept upright.
"There. Now, if you will, lead the way."
Where he goes, she will follow.

The Shadowlands
Aquaeris wandered through the plane, marveling in its beauty. He saw a palace-like structure.
Walking up to it, he politely knocked on the door.

[AvocadoAvenger]

I'll wait for Ombra to get the door.
Monte Mora

Garner touched his face where his cut had been from the mad assassin. He couldn't tell whether he would have a scar yet, but he was extremely impressed by Alene's skill. Seeing her exhausted, he extended a hand to steady her before seeing she was alright.
He leads her through the city streets, down wooden alleys, up steep paths, and to a rising platform on a pulley system. The other guard had suggested to fly, and keep watch from above, which Garner thought was a good idea. The city was vast with pathways, buildings, art, and common people trying to make a living. "Have you been in Monte Mora long?" he asks pleasantly along the way.

[Elemental]

Death's Mansion

Gwyn nods and relates her plans to Belsheroth, along with a little of what she's seen of possible worlds.

Thank you for informing me of this Gwyn.
I think it best that we keep this to ourselves for now.
Belsheroth walked to the windows of the room and looked down on Ashkharh.
Soon I shall have to confront my wayward Nephew. But not right now. I shall allow him to become complacent in his sovereignty over my children before I call them home.




A little later

A very old woman is seen in The Guardian temple, searching for the remains of Belsheroth's scythe. Trying to track the divine essence in the shards.

The Temple is enormous. But it did not take long for The Crone to locate the fragmented scythe in a vault deep below the High Altar. There was a small doorway to the side that opened onto a flight of stairs down into the catacombs.

I'm just going to say that it's very late at night and that there's almost no one around and that Gwyn just managed to miss them all.
In reality, I'm just to lazy to RP another cleric right now.

[HalfTangible]

Shadowlands

"Aren't we all basically family?" Kipt jested in a friendly manner. "Although you have my thanks for letting me stay here." Kipt continued, now more serious. "This is a very beautiful place, with all the colors, and the void is so dull and drab." He pauses, switching topic "So, Ombra, what has a god like yourself been up to lately?" The small talk of gods; if that generic question doesn't start conversation, Kipt would be hard pressed to find something that will.The Shadowlands
Ombra

Fixing. He growled half to himself, sitting down on a crystal log. Urgh, first I wake up to find that my own creations have stopped believing i even existed, and my worst enemy's avatar is now their unwilling object of worship. So I've had to walk among the Shadows, say, "Hi, im the guy who made you" and do stupid tricks like turn water into wine to convince them. I'm not even the wine or water god, why would they...

Then I found out that one of the few gods I counted as a friend is also that worst enemy's daughter and ally. I lost a game to a mortal and gave him a shard of my power in exchange, and now have to make a Hippo...centaur... thing for him.

So I made this place to try and take my mind off of it. He waved around. Personally I can't stand the glow these trees give off. But the fact that the ground is black as can be even with it, as is the sky, and the glow stays confined to the crystals? THAT is beautiful, and it has accomodations for any who need to stay in the between acts of power - such as yourself.

So. What brings you to the Shadowlands, cousin?

Free Port
The Doctor

The Doctor ducked and weaved like a living wave, slamming dark tendrils into the bows of the archers on the roofs. He didn't kill them (though he did freeze one to the roof) but evidently he didn't need to. An infused hero of the gods would have little trouble against mortal men.

And he didn't, until someone he couldn't see decided to try using a sledgehammer.

The Doctor felt it slam into him, sending him flying into the roof across with a loud 'bang'. He keened out in pain, pulling himself to his quadruped, clawed feet before turning to see who it was.

Why on the PRIME MATERIAL would an archer have a sledgehammer!! He roared.

The "archer" proceeded to lift the hammer and throw it like a missile at the Doctor. This was about as poor a choice as the archer could've made, as the doctor could just melt and weave around it.

Instead, he caught it and threw it down onto the head of one of the human's enemies.

He then shot back across the roof and tackled the hammerman to the ground, freezing his limbs to the roof.

Stay down. The Doctor growled as he tried to focus his eyes. While a cut or deep stab wound was something he could've just sealed shut, a successful bludgeoning was something a Shadow would have to wait to recover from, just like any other creature.

He then dropped down into the alley to see if the humans were done with their enemies. The very, very observant would notice the Doctor's eyes were unfocused.

((I say very, very observant because Shadows don't have visible pupils))


The Shadowlands
Aquaeris wandered through the plane, marveling in its beauty. He saw a palace-like structure.
Walking up to it, he politely knocked on the door.(( It's a tower, not a palace :smalltongue: ))

The Shadowlands
The Black Tower

Aquaeris would feel something brush against his mind, like a psion's casual glance, as the door slid open. There was a small entryway with a fire and large, cushiony chair, like a sitting room. There was a dark red carpet on the floor. The words "Two meanings." bordered the carpet, while "Suffer not the tyrant to live" was weaved throughout the center.

The stairs up were immediately to Aqua's left, and in his field of view was a sign.

The tower provides accomodations based on personal preference or taste, each room tailored to the pleasures of each guest (as long as said pleasures are non-sentient - no slavery here). You may have felt the tower probe your mind when you came in. Don't worry, it can't tell me anything it finds, and even if it could, it only sees information on aesthetic preference.

You should find it immediately after it is done being constructed/modified within the tower's memory banks.

Go up the stairs thinking where you want to be, you should come up into either your room or the requested room in a floor or two.

With regards,

Ombra
Prince of Shadows
Divine Vigilante

[AvocadoAvenger]

The Shadowlands

"Truly" Kipt says in response "that sounds rough. As for me, I recently came into a bit more power, and lost touch with the Material World. So i'm just passing through here really, I just stopped in to see what this place is like." He sounds saddened when he mentions not being able to visit the world again.
Making a complete turn around, he has a hint of excitement in his voice saying "I take it the gods you are referring to are Gwyn and Isanloff. You do seem very close with Gwyn." Kipt had seen Ombra get dismayed when he found out who Gwyn's parent was at the party, and was obviously implying something.

[The Bandicoot]

Yohalles begins to get impatient and turns away from his father, taking a step and teleporting away. He appears to a small group of Lloyas and peers at them before his face brightens up with an idea. He turns to the side and hundreds of huge long-haired beasts spring up from the earth.

He turns back to the Lloyas and whispers smiling. I will give all the Lloyas the knowledge of how to herd animals..... But only you will herd these beasts..... These Hasens. And for that you will be called Lloyonas. he breathes a light smoke over the new Lloyonas. Now go..... Take the Hasens to the Lokab goblins so that they can have milk and meat.

Starting AP:5
Rollover +4AP
Create Fabled Life: The Hasen large hairy beasts that breed quicker the hotter their environment is, produce lots of milk, have three camel-like humps and are natural-born teleporters, their ability outmatched only by the gods. Unfortunately they are stupid animals and the only teleportation they do is based on instincts such as 'I'm hungry teleport to food' 'I'm being attacked teleport away' and 'that Hasen teleported away teleport to follow it'. -4AP
Create Concept: Animal shepherding -1AP
Create Organization: The Lloyonas shepherd the Hasen -2AP
Bless: The goblins of Lokab now have access to a nice supply of meat, milk, and material for clothes and rope so long as they don't anger the Lloyonas. -1AP
Ending AP: 1

[Yeshon]

Inside the Guardian Temple

"Apologies, but I must take these." With that The Crone and the shards disappeared. A note left in their place, one that read.

"Apologies, but the true master of these shards had need of them. I wish I had something to leave you. Especially with what you will be facing. I merely remind you, when the night is darkest, the candle shines brightest.

~The Crone"

Death's Mansion

"I understand uncle, good luck. But be... gentle, I think Kiolasa is more disturbed by his daughter's death than he is willing to let on."

Even as she spoke the Crone took her place with the shards of the Reaper's Scythe in hand, "Sorry it took me so long, but here they are."

Outside the Rings of Geasa

Gwyn appeared inside the orbit of the moon. She held out a hand and Citadel seemingly made from gold (not really, it's very shiny iron) appeared there. Innumerble spires reached for the Void beyond. Sometimes, when the moon was full, one could see the sunlight reflecting off the spires.

"May the world forever see your light Anreydu... even if I'm gone."

She looked behind her, she didn't like the state of the world, or the state of magic, her brother's greatest creation. She slammed the but of her spear into the ground of the Void as if it was solid ground.

"Aqaerius! Lili! I request an audience."

Starting AP: 8
Create Plane: Anreydu (extremely bastardized version of the Welsh Anrhydeddu meaning honor) Citadel of Truth & Hope -4AP

Ending AP: 4

Free Port-Sophia

The Rune blade hummed as Sophia cut through one her attackers. A blue light leaked from the Runes as it tasted the blood of these men. Two halves of a man fell to the ground. She was disturbed how easy it was to kill normal men, after her training and this sword.

Two charged her from either side. Sophia grabbed one's wrist and threw him against the cobble stone street. Spinning she took the other's leg. The Rune blade hummed louder, as if setting the tempo for the battle. Another came from behind, her sword sang and the man's head fell to the street.

A final two charged. Sophia stabbed one and grabbed the other by the throat, lifting him up and threw him against the street, his skull cracked. This was disturbingly easy.

The man she had thrown to the ground scrambled up and ran. Sophia breathed, then looked at Marren and Nureen. "Sheiz!"

Sophia checked Marren's pulse, he looked okay. Sophia then went over to Nureen, damn she should have paid more attention during First Aid.

"I can help." Sophia turned and saw a man, she blinked, what was that man doing there-

She stood threatening with her sword, "Blur."

The Blur held up his hands, "Easy, I'm not here to fight."

[mattsdelf]

Monte Mora

There where not a ton of goblins in Monte Mora, but Jib and his family had lived there all their life. Jib's parents fled the desert before he was born, afraid that the Lokab Empire would take over their lands, they fled to Monte Mora, a city of trading, and as far from the Archliches as they could be. But Jib wasn't satisfied with the dull life of a shopkeeper. He looked toward the ocean and thought to himself of adventure. He wanted to leave Monte Mora, and learn the secrets of the edge of the world. He wanted to see Islands and castles and these sea monsters he read about one time on a dusty scroll in his parents basement. He gathered his things, left a goodbye note, and was at the docks, waiting for a ship to take him off to the things he wanted to see.

The Mirage Empire: The Red Desert: Shreddokk

Leon had just heard of the new Mirage Empire's sprouting. He had been thinking into politics and trade more than any other cretaum had. He saw a map laid out with the tribes new territories. It was fairly simple really. The old ones just stretch their zones halfway across the desert, further than they had before, but it was more of an expansion than a mismatch. Even so, they had to expand their tribes that way, and Leon had to move to the capitol. He sent letters to the other tribe leaders, and went home to his tribe. They prepared by getting their things ready to go. As it turns out, Cretaum are big, they can carry most of what they need to live, and they do. It is a three day journey, but everyone makes it. The tribes now occupy most of the new land, and Leon sets up in the capitol. There are two provinces of goblins like there are five of Cretaum. They are encouraged to integrate, and do so. Soon you have goblins helping along the Cretaum. The Cretaum are simple minded, while the goblins are more intelligent than that. It is a win-win situation in the end. The Cretaum are big, and the goblins are smart, with many exceptions albeit. Leon is an exceptionally smart Cretaum. He determines resources we have, and makes groups of cretaum pursue them so they can utilize the resources. The Mirage Empire prospers for a while.

So I will be roleplaying less of the overworld, and more on characters.

Drestin's patrol

Drestin heard the news, and decided he should leave before he got caught up in it. He assembled his crew of 6 and they left the city. This time bound for Freeport. He tried to remember what Leon said about resources, and how we need wood. Maybe there could be a trade route.

The Mirage Empire: Tulmany

Reddulch was there in a counsel room, " Well isn't this place lovely? Okay, Attendance from tribes and provinces: I am the head chief. I am here. Kilos!"

A weak old chief responded, "Here"

" Surry! "

Leon responded to that, "Here"

" Remus! "

" That's Drestin, he should be in Freeport by now."

" Okay then, my own tribe, Glonn!

A young Cretaum who was holding Reddulch's place as chief while Reddulch was head chief answered, "Here"

" Lemond! "

"Here"

" Okay, Goblins 1, goblins 2, and 3. "

Two adult goblins who look aggravated both answered, "here."

"Very well then. We shall begin."

I would be okay with someone else roleplaying one of the goblin leaders in The Mirage Empire.

[HalfTangible]

The Shadowlands
Ombra

We've helped each other out a few times. We're friends, and I don't like that I'm going to have to fight my friend's father. Ombra's eyes narrowed beneath his hood. What are you implying?

Free Port
Doctor

The Doctor landed behind the Blur and sharpened his arms into blades. He didn't attack, but he was evidently ready to. Talk quickly.

[Yeshon]

The Blur chuckled glancing over his shoulder, "So you're the real Doctor huh? My memory tells me I've met you before and that you strangled my mother. Lucky for us both, I know that's a lie."

He lowers his hands slowly, "I may not like you, your god, or you species, but I hate Big Momma. She's even worse than Ombra. So if you piss her off, I figure you folks are worth helping."

Sophia frowned, kneeling next to Marren and trying to rouse him, never taking her gaze off of the Blur. "You're not giving us much of a reason to trust you."

"There isn't much reason to, but I am literally the only Blur in this city who will even think about talking to a Shadow."

[HalfTangible]

The Blur chuckled glancing over his shoulder, "So you're the real Doctor huh? My memory tells me I've met you before and that you strangled my mother. Lucky for us both, I know that's a lie."

He lowers his hands slowly, "I may not like you, your god, or you species, but I hate Big Momma. She's even worse than Ombra. So if you piss her off, I figure you folks are worth helping."

Sophia frowned, kneeling next to Marren and trying to rouse him, never taking her gaze off of the Blur. "You're not giving us much of a reason to trust you."

"There isn't much reason to, but I am literally the only Blur in this city who will even think about talking to a Shadow."

The Doctor was quiet for a few moments. Then he asked, Why are you so sure your memories of me strangling your mother are false?

[Elricaltovilla]

Tactics in a Northern War

Nettal opened the tent flap and stepped into Captain Eric's war room. The stink of death filled his nostrils, but his wooden face hid his disgust well.

"You wanted my opinion on how to attack the northern cities?" Nettal asked.

Journey to Snowpoint

"You should reallychoose your words more carefully, Stephen." Madame Woodsworth replied, she placed a very strong emphasis on the lack of a title in King Stephen's name. "The Druids do their work in secret, not for accolades or power like the clergy does. We kept Snowpoint and Calasanctium free from the rule of the dragons during the Ice Age, when the priesthood was too scared to step outside their temple because they worried so much about a little frostbite. The Ice Giants and Dragons do not inspire fear in us, so why should you? We had a deal, Stephen, If you don't hold up your end of the bargain, why little children might end up falling over sick from strange illnesses. The workers in your factories might find their machinery clogged up with mold and fungus every morning, and every man, woman or child that tries to clear it away falls down dead from toxic poisoning. The skies over Snowpoint covered in black coal ash so thick that the sun itself would become a myth. I'm sure you don't want that, Stephen it would be a terrible black mark on the record of the last member of your dynasty. Imagine what the people would say? 'Oh woe is us, if only we had an honorable and just king with more spine than your average sea slug, we wouldn't have had to worry about the clergy throwing us all under the metallic boot of Merolle and scraped off by the Scythe of Belsheroth while they pursued their greed and self righteous superiority over the common man!'

Do you really want to be the last king of Calasanctium, Stephen? Because I can make that happen." Usually Madame Woodsworth's words all ran together, but that last sentence was as sharp and clear as the crystal knife she kept tucked in her boot.

Lokab Empire

Across the Lokab Empire the Lokab Goblins were gathering at the refugee camps set up by the Belsherai, Cretaum and Wildlings that had come in to provide relief. Their actions saved thousands, possibly millions of lives. The empire was shattered, but its people continued on.

Razorpine Forest

Stamyn looked over his three trainees. They had been working together for a couple weeks and were finally starting to show some real progress.

"Alright you maggots!" He shouted. About a hundred maggots crawled out of the dirt and began writhing on the surface. "These are bluefly maggots. Their adult form carries a toxic bite that can paralyze a man until he dies from asphyxiation. Then they lay their eggs in his rotting carcass and their maggots feast upon his flesh until they mature. Your job is to beastshape each of these maggots so that when they become adults, they lose their toxic bite. But you'll have to find some other way for them to breed, because without that bite, their eggs won't be able to survive until maturity."

Skull and Dagger

"Well I don't see anything wrong with the beds here." Kuruk said. "Lets get some sleep, eh?"

Snowpoint Factories

"I been workin' at this factory for 30...cough*cough... years!" Shouted one of the Factory Foremen. He was gathered in front of a large crowd of workers, each of them holding up picket signs and shouting angrily. "I done gone to the priests every year cuz o' this damned cough and they always told me nothing was wrong! Well I knew they was lyin' so I went to one o' them Druids and he told me I was dyin of BlackLung! This damn factory been killin' all of us and nobody cares! I went back to the priests and told 'em what that Druid said. They told me there weren't nothing they could do anymores. They had thirty years to fix the problem and ain't done nothin! Now we're all gonna die and its they's fault! So you know what? I ain't gonna work here no more. I'm going home to my family. I'm going to die with the people I love, and their factory can shut down and sink to the center of the earth for all I care!"

All across Calasanctium speeches like that were being given. Some were plants, done by Madame Woodsworth and her cohorts, others were simply people who were angry and scared and fed up with the way they were being treated.

Soon, fires and rioting and looting broke out in the general populace as Madame Woodsworth's druids made the black evil of the factories known to the populace. It wouldn't be long before the kingdom would be in ruins.

[Yeshon]

The Doctor was quiet for a few moments. Then he asked, Why are you so sure your memories of me strangling your mother are false?

"Are you volunterring to reveal the unsavory truth?"

He exhaled, "I'm a very good Psionic, the second best in this city. When Big Momma altered my memories I was able to see it for what it was."

He turns and looks up at the Doctor, "And she really hates you."

Sophia raised an eyebrow, "Big Momma? As in the Crime Lord that rules Free Port?"

"The same."

Sophia sighs, "This day just gets better and better."

Snowhaven

The Acting Captain within the Calasanctium Kingdom crumpled up a piece of paper and let out an animalistic growl. Jerome, the only Vampire who had stayed within the borders of Calasancti, stood over his desk, he was about to burst. There were two legions of knights left here. 3 had been sent south and five were with Eric.

The peasants had picked now to revolt, there were other forces at work here he knew it. Several horrific stories had started and not all of them from the nobles. One involved counselor Shooth's death. The counselor was a piece of crap, he could understand killing her, but the girl, the little girl? Not even the nobles did that, not with the knights watching over them. What the peasants seemed to forget, is that there weren't better warriors in the world. That knights, killed. Dragons.

He looked at the report again, if this was what the rebels acted like, he didn't have a problem slaughtering them. All of them.

That day, the rebels were marching on the capital. When they saw an entire legion of knights in front of them. The Second Lieutenant, Acting Captain Jerome approahed.

"I understand you have grievances with the council, believe me I do. But remember, you are marching into the Capital! Armed!."

He drew his sword. Was there ever anything anywhere near as frightening as seeing 5,000 knights on horseback ready lance against you? It was doubtful the peasants had ever seen anything of the like.

"If you disperse? We will not follow you. We will not harm you. Gather again? We will find you. Continue your march? We will kill all of you."

His voice reverberated further than a human's should. These were not threats, they were the promises of someone sworn never to lie.

Remember in any description Knights have +8 to RCR, I'm pretty sure only the Vargullfi (and Hallorn) are anywhere near that.

Sorry about this, you can still almost succeed but the knights would not ignore open rebellion, even for these reasons. If proper channels were explored? Yeah they wouldn't do this, they'd probably be on the other side. But they started rioting, so yeah, this is the result.

The Tactics in the North

'Eric' turned to regard Nettal and nodded, Jennifer stood in the corner completely impassive. "Indeed I did, I thank you for coming. Come, would you like anything to drink?"

If Nettal approaches the map, 'Eric' points to what seems to be a valley, "We've determined that this is where the armies are gathering, we don't know how many, but I wouldn't be suprised if we're outnumbered 3to1. Now obviously, given the numbers, full encirclement would be suicide. I'm currently in favor of a mixture of sabotage, diplomacy, and skirmishing tactics. But I would appreciate any suggestions you may have."

[HalfTangible]

"Are you volunterring to reveal the unsavory truth?"

He exhaled, "I'm a very good Psionic, the second best in this city. When Big Momma altered my memories I was able to see it for what it was."

He turns and looks up at the Doctor, "And she really hates you."

Sophia raised an eyebrow, "Big Momma? As in the Crime Lord that rules Free Port?"

"The same."

Sophia sighs, "This day just gets better and better."Many people hate me - most of them as bad as her. If she wants me dead, she'll have to get in line.

The Doctor sighed as well. Eh, the Shadows were going to have to deal with her sooner or later anyway. He morphed his arm into a hammer. Thank you for the information. We'll knock you out so no one thinks you told us anything.

[Yeshon]

Free Port-The Blur

"Yay, all right since you're the only one who'll remember this, I'll tell you now. Big Momma, is not who everyone thinks she is, she's a Blur obviously, but also an extraordinarily powerful Psionic. She modified the memories of every Blur in the city, so that they would have a complete and undying hatred for you. She brags that she killed you once, no idea if it's true or not."

He shrugs, "Just remember, when you meet her, she's not really her. Not even I've met the real Big Momma."

[HalfTangible]

Free Port-The Blur

"Yay, all right since you're the only one who'll remember this, I'll tell you now. Big Momma, is not who everyone thinks she is, she's a Blur obviously, but also an extraordinarily powerful Psionic. She modified the memories of every Blur in the city, so that they would have a complete and undying hatred for you. She brags that she killed you once, no idea if it's true or not."

He shrugs, "Just remember, when you meet her, she's not really her. Not even I've met the real Big Momma."

Thanks. I'll remember this... well, sorta. If you see her, tell her I said 'The Doctor is in'. The Blur would have just enough time to balk at how awful that joke was before the Doctor knocked him out cold.

[Yeshon]

The Blur only had time to raise an eyebrow before he ended up on the ground.

Unfortunately Sophia was still watching, "'The Doctor is in,' Really?"

She looked back to Nureen and the memory of the Blur (and the Doctor's joke) vanished. Marren hadn't stirred yet.

She went over an applied pressure to Nureen's wound, trying to avoid jostling the arrow, "Doctor! We need to get her a healer now!"

[HalfTangible]

The Blur only had time to raise an eyebrow before he ended up on the ground.

Unfortunately Sophia was still watching, "'The Doctor is in,' Really?"Humans... He grumbled. No love for puns.


She looked back to Nureen and the memory of the Blur (and the Doctor's joke) vanished. Marren hadn't stirred yet.

She went over an applied pressure to Nureen's wound, trying to avoid jostling the arrow, "Doctor! We need to get her a healer now!"
The Doctor stared at the wound, then said, very calmly, Don't forget. I'm the Doctor. Pull the arrow out, I'll keep pressure on the wound. Golden sparkles danced around the Doctor's claws as he placed pressure on the wound. When I've started, check the other one. And next time you're in the village of Asar, thank the baker.

[Yeshon]

Free Port-Ambush Aftermath

Sophia obeyed wordlessly, pulling the arrow out as smoothly as she could. Hopefully causing no more internal damage.

"The Baker? Is that another Shadow?"

[HalfTangible]

Free Port-Ambush Aftermath

Sophia obeyed wordlessly, pulling the arrow out as smoothly as she could. Hopefully causing no more internal damage.

"The Baker? Is that another Shadow?"

I meant the town's baker. He clarified as the sparks ran down his arm. I saved his daughter from death by drowning. The sparks sunk deeply into the wound, and her flesh began to stitch back together.

[The Bandicoot]

Lokab Empire
The refugees in one camp are treated to a very strange sight. A large hairy beast the likes that no one has ever seen appears just on the outskirts of the camp. Then another one appears. Then another. Soon there are hundreds of the beasts just standing there. Then the Lloyonas appear. Ha! The Hasen teleported more on target than we did! one says laughing as he pets one of the beasts. Excuse me but could you tell me who is in charge of this refugee camp? another one asks a refugee.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Canis Lupus, Vulpes Vulpes

Vargull grunted, not bothering to deny the charges, at least not from this member of the family. "Well maybe if our other kin didn't feel the need to become so heavily involved in the goings on of the mortal world I wouldn't have to involve myself so thoroughly even things out."

Northern Kingdoms, Vargulfi

Of all mortal kind, only the Daemons, and the Vargulfi knew anything of the extent of Vargull's plans, and the Vargulfi would work to see his plans' put into motion. The Vargulfi had changed from being a single tribe made up of mostly Wargs and Lycanthropes, to an organization spread out over the Northern Kingdoms, and to a lesser extent the rest of the world. For years, they had attempted to incite wars between the Northern Kingdoms, and even between the North and the South once more, but the Northern Kingdoms were locked in stalemate, and the Calsanctium had seen no great profit in going to war with the Northern Kingdoms. Even those kingdoms who themselves were members of the Vargulfi would not go to war, as it would only bring the rest of the nations down on them, any such war would be so quick as to be pointless.

But now the Northern Kingdoms were restless, and the Calsanctium was on the march, they saw the signs of Vargull's holy work, and they heard the whispers in their dreams. All across the North Vargulfi were working to make the Northern tyrants more and more uneasy, to goad them into war with an approaching southern army, but the Vargulfi were not working to the benefit of the Northerners. They had heard their gods grand plans, and they would also work to undermine the war effort of the Northern lords in subtle ways, and to keep them from working to closely together, even to bring them to blows when the war was on. Once the war was well and truly engaged, some of the Vargulfi would of course join the holy event, but many others, even rulers like Wargs, Ember Spirits, Lycanthropes, Ice-Kin and Sorcerers who were members of the organization, would seem to fade away mysteriously just as the war reached a fever pitch against them, and the Vargulfi would slink into the night, to become part of the darkness, unseen by the Calsancti, or becoming members of their growing Imperium, to implant themselves thoroughly throughout the kingdom.

10AP=11AP (7+4 at rollover) -1AP Curse: The Northern Kingdoms are both driven to war, and undermined in those efforts by the Vargulfi, while AP is being spent, besides the dream whispers it is almost purely a mortal effort, so Vargull's power should not be evident here. The Vargulfi will undermine the Northern Kingdoms while making every effort to make it not obvious, and keep it and them from being noticed. I don't think this would have an RCR effect if you do want to roll, but at the very least the Vargulfi's bonuses wouldn't be added to represent their efforts

[AvocadoAvenger]

The Shadowlands

"I'm sure i'm not implying anything" Kipt said, more innocently than he felt. His tone remains friendly despite Ombra's hint of contention. I'm the god of love, it's in my nature to over think these things." He pauses, shifting in his seat "Although if you ask me, you two would be good together." He hoped that he hadn't said too much; he really did not mean to offend Ombra.

High Roads

When Randon and Ella traveled with the Lloyas, they were honored to meet Yohalles. Kneeling, Randon says "I am Randon, and this is my fiance, Ella" Randon informed him "We have been traveling with the Lloyas, and we would like to assist the Lokabs as well."

Monte Mora: The Docklands

A cloaked figure paces the docks anxiously, as if looking for something. The cloak worn is large, brown, and thick, covering head and torso. He looks like a short man with a hunchback, covered by the cloak. The figure's eyes are covered as well, so he is constantly trying to fix it so he can see, and looking around. It seems that he is trying not to draw attention to himself, but failing miserably. He is constantly glancing constantly at a paper held, and looking back up.
He glances up, sees something in the distance, and begins to walk briskly towards it. In the crowd of people and without proper sight, the man accidentally collides with Jib. He falls to the ground, and his paper goes flying. His cloak was slightly unhinged in the fall, and he fumbles to cover his face. The observant onlooker will see a glint of bright orange from his eyes.

Razorpine Forest

Over the last few weeks Geodrick had perhaps progressed the most. He always seemed hungry for power and control over living things. He seemed to have converted to Kiloasa in that time, although his niece and nephew took no god more than any other. Like any task he was given, Geodrick nodded and went to work immediately. He looked over the maggots, and started pulling a few apart. He wanted to get a feel for their insides before he altered them. He moves innards around to see what it looks like.
Lansa had gotten a bit more comfortable with her new life as a druid, and didn't even fret so much about Stamyn and her family seeing her naked. She was still uncomfortable when her nudity become obvious to her or them of course, and she proved to be very squeamish. When the maggots were introduced, she jumped back in disgust at first, but quickly adapted as she had learned to. She sat on the sidelines of the pile in a lady-like position examining the things and poking them before she got to work.
Atan was usually was more quiet and reserved, but no one could ever question that he was learning. He worked in a manner that was thoughtful; his actions were well planned out. He stared at the maggots for a minute, deep in thought, before asking "Do you think the eggs would survive inside of their mother?"

[HalfTangible]

The Shadowlands

"I'm sure i'm not implying anything" Kipt said, more innocently than he felt. His tone remains friendly despite Ombra's hint of contention. I'm the god of love, it's in my nature to over think these things." He pauses, shifting in his seat "Although if you ask me, you two would be good together." He hoped that he hadn't said too much; he really did not mean to offend Ombra.

Love? Ombra repeated as his eyes narrowed. Tread lightly, kin. He said coldly. That was very bold. Ombra didn't want to admit it, but perhaps part of the reason his tone had grown dark and cold was because Kipt might maybe possibly kinda have what may be considered something very much like a point.

[AvocadoAvenger]

Love? Ombra repeated as his eyes narrowed. Tread lightly, kin. He said coldly. That was very bold. Ombra didn't want to admit it, but perhaps part of the reason his tone had grown dark and cold was because Kipt might maybe possibly kinda have what may be considered something very much like a point.

Kipt thought he had a knack for this kind of thing being god of love and all, but apparently not. "I'm sorry, Ombra. My sincerest apologies. I really meant no offense- like I said, it is hard for me not to want to talk about love." He is now sounding a bit flustered; on the edge of his seat. He knew he shouldn't have said that, but it's too late now.

[The Bandicoot]

High Roads

When Randon and Ella traveled with the Lloyas, they were honored to meet Yohalles. Kneeling, Randon says "I am Randon, and this is my fiance, Ella" Randon informed him "We have been traveling with the Lloyas, and we would like to assist the Lokabs as well."


High Roads
Yohalles bows his head slightly. I know who you are, I've been watching through the eyes of my chosen. Both Yohalles's and First-Touched's left eyes glaze over. Hm....I thought I felt something funny... First-Touched says

You may go with them but I have something to request of you......my people know how to live off the land, how to herd animals, they know how to survive. What they do not know is how to defend themselves. You know how to hunt, I ask that you teach them the same.

[HalfTangible]

Kipt thought he had a knack for this kind of thing being god of love and all, but apparently not. "I'm sorry, Ombra. My sincerest apologies. I really meant no offense- like I said, it is hard for me not to want to talk about love." He is now sounding a bit flustered; on the edge of his seat. He knew he shouldn't have said that, but it's too late now.

It's not a problem. Ombra lowered his head and said nothing for a few moments before mumbling out, You might have been right.

[AvocadoAvenger]

The Shadowlands

A smile crept across Kipt's face- for loves sake- but it quickly vanished as Kipt assumed that it was not what Ombra needed to see. Kipt paused for a long minute. He knew it was a harder topic for Ombra then for him, but they didn't have much else to talk about at that point. Besides, he figured that he could be a legitimate help to Ombra if he played this right. In the end, he said "Ombra... you know you have nothing to be ashamed of."

The High Roads

"I am a decent hunter" Randon responded politely "I shall teach them all that I know." "Don't be too modest honey, you were the best hunter in out tribe" Ella added. The two stood up, bowed, then departed to the former Lokab Empire with the Lloyas.

[Yeshon]

Free Port-Skull & Dagger

"All right," Saul said satisfied that no one was about to leap out at them.

"Sandra you take first watch, rouse me for second, then I'll rouse Kuruk for third."

"All right, good night guys." Sandra sat down next to the door as Saul collapsed onto his bedroll.

Free Port-Aftermath of the Ambush

"Okay, why am I thanking him for something you did?"

[HalfTangible]

The Shadowlands

A smile crept across Kipt's face- for loves sake- but it quickly vanished as Kipt assumed that it was not what Ombra needed to see. Kipt paused for a long minute. He knew it was a harder topic for Ombra then for him, but they didn't have much else to talk about at that point. Besides, he figured that he could be a legitimate help to Ombra if he played this right. In the end, he said "Ombra... you know you have nothing to be ashamed of."The Shadowlands
Ombra

It's not shame that plagues me, it is doubt. He said quietly, turning around. I have a mission, Kipt. I was born to destroy tyranny until even the idea of it is eradicated forever.

Personal feelings will get in the way.

Free Port
The Doctor

Because the fact that he didn't teach his daughter to swim is the reason this girl will soon be back on her feet.

He gestured with a third arm formed from his liquid-esque Shadow body at the golden sparkles dancing on her wounds. This is Demiurgy - I'm manipulating my good karma into her and then forcing it to play out now. Her wounds will heal.

The fact that Sophia worships the woman whose job it is to keep karma working properly might object to this if she didn't know the Doctor was infused by Isanloff.

[AvocadoAvenger]

The Shadowlands
Ombra

It's not shame that plagues me, it is doubt. He said quietly, turning around. I have a mission, Kipt. I was born to destroy tyranny until even the idea of it is eradicated forever.

Personal feelings will get in the way.
"hm" Kipt says, contemplating what Ombra said. "In my opinion, following your feeling are always worth it. Even if they do set your interests back."

[HalfTangible]

"hm" Kipt says, contemplating what Ombra said. "In my opinion, following your feeling are always worth it. Even if they do set your interests back."

Perhaps. He started to walk away. But they are not my interests.

[Yeshon]

Free Port-Questioner

"Really?" While most knights take the laws of Karma very seriously, Sophia began as a scholar and old habits die hard.

The Doctor soon found himself bombarded with questions, "How does that work? Do you store the energy to release at a later date? Are all Shadows capable of this? Or is it an outside energy you manipulate like Astromancy? Is the Warp Moon involved at all?"

And so many more.

[HalfTangible]

Free Port-Questioner

"Really?" While most knights take the laws of Karma very seriously, Sophia began as a scholar and old habits die hard.

The Doctor soon found himself bombarded with questions, "How does that work? Do you store the energy to release at a later date? Are all Shadows capable of this? Or is it an outside energy you manipulate like Astromancy? Is the Warp Moon involved at all?"

And so many more.

You are asking questions of me with very long, complicated answers in an alleyway that the Blur know we're hiding it. He wrapped himself around Sophia's wrist as a bracelet again. We need to find Big Momma.

[AvocadoAvenger]

Perhaps. He started to walk away. But they are not my interests.

He wasn't giving up on the Ombwyn pairing yet, he just knew that Ombra would have to take his own kind of time. "I'll leave you with this" Kipt calls out as Ombra walks away "just try to think about your own happiness every once in a while. That's all."

With that, Kipt retires to his room to watch the world. No thanks to Lilli's blessing he discovers divination, and decides to play at it a bit. good old Lilli he thinks fondly. After tinkering with it, Kipt creates a spell usable by gods mainly that lets one see all of the Material World at once. He observes events for a few hours; it is almost too much for him to take in. This is really neat though he thinks while taking a break. He thinks he noticed something, and begins to look again. He sees Geodrick, Atan, and Lansa learning principle druidism; Alene the Aimancer in Monte Mora; the Lloyas, Hasens, Randon, and Ella teleporting and using magic roads; and many other magics across the land. He thinks about the very Divination he is utilizing, the souls he saw in Hell that some utilize, and even magic gifted by the gods. A smile creeps his face as he stumbles upon a huge discovery. He doesn't even realize when his lips form the word "Cool..."
Kipt looks over all the magics, and realizes that all the magics are intertwined and connected. Each share elements and are actually parts of one another. The magics are similar in ways that can be put back together into one magic, or separated back out into their individual states. There is one true magic, Arcana (the Arcane), which all other magics are aspects of. One can learn arcana and use it, but it is unwieldy, almost impossible to control.
Starting AP: 7+0
Rollover, +5(+1PAP)
=12+1
Create Fabled concept, Arcana, -4
I now have 8AP+1PAP

[Drowlord]

The Shadowlands
A tower, to Aquaeris, usually equals a palace. He hasn't seen many big buildings. :smalltongue:
Aquaeris said "Thank thee."
He kept going until he reached his room.

Monte Mora
"Not really. Mostly, I've lived alone in the deep, but I recently decided to learn what it is like in the city."
She smiles at him.

[HalfTangible]

Shadowlands
Ombra

(( Drowlord, Why did you stop? How am i supposed to know what Aqua would want his room to be like? :smalltongue: ))

Ombra returned to his tower to find Aquaeris about to go upstairs. He nodded in greeting and went to sit in the armchair in the center of the room. He peered into the flames, apparently deep in thought.

[Drowlord]

Truth? I didn't know what his dream room would look like, either. Needed time to think it up.

The Shadowlands
Aquaeris turned, and, seeing Ombra, smiles. He splits in two shades, one of which enters his room, the other of which quietly bows to Ombra and says, in a highly formal but kind and compassionate tone,"Hello. I assume you're Ombra?"

[HalfTangible]

Truth? I didn't know what his dream room would look like, either. Needed time to think it up.

The Shadowlands
Aquaeris turned, and, seeing Ombra, smiles. He splits in two shades, one of which enters his room, the other of which quietly bows to Ombra and says, in a highly formal but kind and compassionate tone,"Hello. I assume you're Ombra?"

'kay

Yes. He replied, still staring at the fire. I am Ombra, prince of shadows and divine vigilante. He placed his sleeves together, and when he spoke he sounded distracted and detached. What brings you to my plane?

[mattsdelf]

Monte Mora: The Docklands

A cloaked figure paces the docks anxiously, as if looking for something. The cloak worn is large, brown, and thick, covering head and torso. He looks like a short man with a hunchback, covered by the cloak. The figure's eyes are covered as well, so he is constantly trying to fix it so he can see, and looking around. It seems that he is trying not to draw attention to himself, but failing miserably. He is constantly glancing constantly at a paper held, and looking back up.
He glances up, sees something in the distance, and begins to walk briskly towards it. In the crowd of people and without proper sight, the man accidentally collides with Jib. He falls to the ground, and his paper goes flying. His cloak was slightly unhinged in the fall, and he fumbles to cover his face. The observant onlooker will see a glint of bright orange from his eyes.

Jib was walking down the dock, looking out at the ships in stead of in front of him. When he collided with a cloaked figure, the cloaked figure fell down. Jb fell to the ground as well, only he didn't drop anything. He got up quickly, and offered help by picking up the cloaked character's paper. "Hey, what gives? Anyway, here's your paper back." Though he glances down at it for a second before offering it by a hand."The name's Jib by the way. Say, you don't know where the ships at the dock are going, do you? I'm trying to get out of this place." Jib said with a grin.

[AvocadoAvenger]

Monte Mora: Inner City

"It is certainly quite different here" Garner replies, smiling back "I think you'll find Monte Mora a lot less lonely." The platform stopped at a level of flat stone with several buildings resting on the indent in the face of the mountain. The other Elthien had already landed, and rejoined the pair, leading his mount. He then broke off, and headed to the stables. The couple walked onward to a building located centrally on the floor. He leader her around the back door and ushers her in.

Monte Mora: The Docklands

The paper reads
Recruting:
It then includes a large depicting of a ship.
Captain Tark is recruiting now! Untold lands await! See The captain for details. Disembarking on (today's date).


"Sorry" the stranger garbled, and "Thanks" when Jib got the paper. There was something distinctively low and unnatural about the voice. "My name is- Tikip." was the introductory response. The spacing on that sentence was horribly unnatural- was the name fake?
The stranger then moved very close to Jib, and whispered in a higher pitched voice that was almost feminine "Come with me. I am too."

[Elemental]

Death's Mansion

"I understand uncle, good luck. But be... gentle, I think Kiolasa is more disturbed by his daughter's death than he is willing to let on."

Even as she spoke the Crone took her place with the shards of the Reaper's Scythe in hand, "Sorry it took me so long, but here they are."

Excellent work Gwyn, or should I call you The Crone?
Physical appearance means little to Belsheroth.
Anyway... That is of no matter...
He took the shards of his scythe into his hand and examined them. They were well and truly fragmented, and the three thousand years locked in the vault beneath the temple had rendered the wood of the shaft too fragile to be used. But still, the blade could be reforged and a new shaft of a stronger, more resilient wood crafted...
Boxwood maybe? No... That was too light in colour... Something from the Forests then... Voidwood it would have to be...
And he set to work. In the Forests, a branch from an ancient tree fell to the ground before vanishing and in the sky, the light of a few faint stars diminished and then returned. Using his divine power, these ingredients were shaped and the blade of the scythe reforged.
Belsheroth held the scythe up to the light and admired it.
A true weapon to represent me, if I do say so myself.

Starting AP: 8
Craft Relic: The Starscythe. 4 AP
The blade is crystallised starlight and the shaft is of voidwood, a tree native to the Forests of Starlight with wood as black as night with the occasional silver streak. These are among the strongest materials in existence, made stronger by the divine power of Belsheroth.
Like Kiloasa's Obsidian Axe, the Scythe can cut through anything. +2 RCR. Remaining AP: 4



Outside the Rings of Geasa

Gwyn appeared inside the orbit of the moon. She held out a hand and Citadel seemingly made from gold (not really, it's very shiny iron) appeared there. Innumerble spires reached for the Void beyond. Sometimes, when the moon was full, one could see the sunlight reflecting off the spires.

Belsheroth looks up at the Dark Moon and sees the light reflect off the spires. He should have to travel there when he was able.



Journey to Snowpoint

"You should reallychoose your words more carefully, Stephen." Madame Woodsworth replied, she placed a very strong emphasis on the lack of a title in King Stephen's name. "The Druids do their work in secret, not for accolades or power like the clergy does. We kept Snowpoint and Calasanctium free from the rule of the dragons during the Ice Age, when the priesthood was too scared to step outside their temple because they worried so much about a little frostbite. The Ice Giants and Dragons do not inspire fear in us, so why should you? We had a deal, Stephen, If you don't hold up your end of the bargain, why little children might end up falling over sick from strange illnesses. The workers in your factories might find their machinery clogged up with mold and fungus every morning, and every man, woman or child that tries to clear it away falls down dead from toxic poisoning. The skies over Snowpoint covered in black coal ash so thick that the sun itself would become a myth. I'm sure you don't want that, Stephen it would be a terrible black mark on the record of the last member of your dynasty. Imagine what the people would say? 'Oh woe is us, if only we had an honorable and just king with more spine than your average sea slug, we wouldn't have had to worry about the clergy throwing us all under the metallic boot of Merolle and scraped off by the Scythe of Belsheroth while they pursued their greed and self righteous superiority over the common man!'

Do you really want to be the last king of Calasanctium, Stephen? Because I can make that happen." Usually Madame Woodsworth's words all ran together, but that last sentence was as sharp and clear as the crystal knife she kept tucked in her boot.

First: Snow Haven, not Snowpoint. And they're going to Old Calasanctium to see the High Ecclesiarch.
Did I leave that vague and ambiguous?

And the King's words could be just as icy and full of threat as well.
Oh really? So the work of the Knights and of the Church over the past three thousand years was nothing? Both organisations have worked more for this Kingdom than any druid could ever do.
In the great plague of 1279, where were the druids? Nowhere. The Church saved the children from death and kept our society from fracturing.
When the Kingdoms of the North invaded in 1834, where were the druids? Nowhere. The Knights fought back the armies that sought to destroy us.
I would watch your words if I were you. It would be a shame if I had to arrest you for treason...

Really... Her knowledge of history is really bad... I mean... The Guardian Temple was overrun with snow and ice during the Ice Age, so the Church was forced to abandon it and move South.
But then, she doesn't care about historical accuracy, probably because she's deluding herself.
And she's got some powerful charms. Usually, he'd have her arrested for treason and strung up from the nearest tree already...
And the calendar he is using dates from the year when the gods went into hibernation.



Snowpoint Factories

"I been workin' at this factory for 30...cough*cough... years!" Shouted one of the Factory Foremen. He was gathered in front of a large crowd of workers, each of them holding up picket signs and shouting angrily. "I done gone to the priests every year cuz o' this damned cough and they always told me nothing was wrong! Well I knew they was lyin' so I went to one o' them Druids and he told me I was dyin of BlackLung! This damn factory been killin' all of us and nobody cares! I went back to the priests and told 'em what that Druid said. They told me there weren't nothing they could do anymores. They had thirty years to fix the problem and ain't done nothin! Now we're all gonna die and its they's fault! So you know what? I ain't gonna work here no more. I'm going home to my family. I'm going to die with the people I love, and their factory can shut down and sink to the center of the earth for all I care!"

All across Calasanctium speeches like that were being given. Some were plants, done by Madame Woodsworth and her cohorts, others were simply people who were angry and scared and fed up with the way they were being treated.

Soon, fires and rioting and looting broke out in the general populace as Madame Woodsworth's druids made the black evil of the factories known to the populace. It wouldn't be long before the kingdom would be in ruins.

Her and her false propaganda. The clerics are healing everyone who comes to them for healing.
And what could a druid do about Blacklung?
Really... You have a religious organisation who doesn't rule over a country imperiously like they can legally do so, and everyone starts blaming them for everything...



Snowhaven

The Acting Captain within the Calasanctium Kingdom crumpled up a piece of paper and let out an animalistic growl. Jerome, the only Vampire who had stayed within the borders of Calasancti, stood over his desk, he was about to burst. There were two legions of knights left here. 3 had been sent south and five were with Eric.

The peasants had picked now to revolt, there were other forces at work here he knew it. Several horrific stories had started and not all of them from the nobles. One involved counselor Shooth's death. The counselor was a piece of crap, he could understand killing her, but the girl, the little girl? Not even the nobles did that, not with the knights watching over them. What the peasants seemed to forget, is that there weren't better warriors in the world. That knights, killed. Dragons.

He looked at the report again, if this was what the rebels acted like, he didn't have a problem slaughtering them. All of them.

That day, the rebels were marching on the capital. When they saw an entire legion of knights in front of them. The Second Lieutenant, Acting Captain Jerome approahed.

"I understand you have grievances with the council, believe me I do. But remember, you are marching into the Capital! Armed!."

He drew his sword. Was there ever anything anywhere near as frightening as seeing 5,000 knights on horseback ready lance against you? It was doubtful the peasants had ever seen anything of the like.

"If you disperse? We will not follow you. We will not harm you. Gather again? We will find you. Continue your march? We will kill all of you."

His voice reverberated further than a human's should. These were not threats, they were the promises of someone sworn never to lie.

Remember in any description Knights have +8 to RCR, I'm pretty sure only the Vargullfi (and Hallorn) are anywhere near that.

Sorry about this, you can still almost succeed but the knights would not ignore open rebellion, even for these reasons. If proper channels were explored? Yeah they wouldn't do this, they'd probably be on the other side. But they started rioting, so yeah, this is the result.

I should probably be less vague about this: The King and his secular government operates out of Snow Haven. The Capital, or Old Calasanctium, lies further to the North and is the seat of the Council and the site of the Guardian Temple.
So, I'm slightly confused as to how Jerome got to Old Calasanctium so quickly from Snow Haven... But I'm going to assume that's what happened.

A white-robed figure on a white horse rode out from the gate of the city and to the front of the legion of Knights.
By the silver and sapphire medallion around his neck, it was clear that this was the High Ecclesiarch.
Hold Sir Knight. If the people have grievances, I shall speak with them.
He turned to the crowd.
People of Calasanctium. You have been incited to march against the Council that resides in the Guardian Temple. I know that there must be cause for this, so thus, I shall hear what you have to say. Choose seven among you to come forward and speak to me.
If you have need of food and water while our discussion is under way, I shall send for it.
Deep down, Nameth was very worried. The Herald hadn't come to see them after the sign and war was going on in the North. And now rebellion and wild accusations against the Church.

Sorry for interjecting like that, but Nameth has to try and reach some kind of understanding, it's in his job description.


Free Port

The spell that maintained the illusion that Nureen was only in her early forties had dissipated and she looked her full age. She coughed and spoke.
I'm hardly a girl Doctor. And you're right, we need to get out of this alley way.
How's Marren?


The City of Galnkan - Kasak's hideout

A bolt of fire appeared from nowhere and headed toward Kasak. He raised a barrier and dispersed it.
No. Don't do it that way. How many times do I have to tell you... Resist the fire, feel its heat and not be burnt.
I'm sorry, it's not exactly an easy thing to do!
Several bolts appeared from all directions and Kasak found that his barrier couldn't withstand the barrage. It broke and he was forced to rely on the new technique. The flames washed over him, but he felt no pain.
Very good. You've mastered that technique.
Could you warn me before you start sending fire from every direction?!?! I could have been cooked!
You were fine. I knew you were capable.
Now... What else do we have to learn...
Banishment, advanced astronomical calculations and the theory of reverse healing.
Hmm... We don't have time for any more astronomy... And the theory of reverse healing is rather pointless. You'll work it out on your own. But I can't teach you banishment as the only test subject is yourself.
Unless you're willing to track down a ghost or a daemon or something?
I'll be fine, thank you. I've had enough experience with ghosts in the past.
Kasak shuddered as he remembered the horror of Lich-Rule.
Well... It would appear your training is done...
Finally! Maybe I can actu-
He started coughing, and a few grains of sand were expelled from his lungs. Before his eyes, they grew into an amulet of obsidian, an amethyst at its heat, that hovered in the air before him.
Subconsciously, he reached his hand out to grasp it.
Be warned, if you take up that amulet, you will take up the burden I have prepared for you, and your life will revolve around it.
At this point, I can easily revoke my teachings from your mind if you desire to turn from this path, but if you take up that medallion, there is no going back.
Kasak gave no heed to the warning and took the amulet, placing it around his neck. The voice that had accompanied him this past week was gone from his mind. Save for a faint whisper.
Should you ever need me, you know how to find me.

[Yeshon]

Death's Mansion

The Crone disappeared from the mansion and the world, for a time.

The Knights

"Very well sire, but I hold under protest."

Free Port

Sophia smiles, "Sorry, old habit."

Then Nureen wakes up, Sophia was only mildly taken aback at her change in appearence.

Sophia exhales in relief and goes over to Marren, "I think he's okay, just unconcious. We need to get him some place safe."

[Drowlord]

The Shadowlands
"I honestly need to know something. Have you ever been lonely?"

The Void
A shard of Aquaeris popped into existence near Gwyn. "Yes?"

Monte Mora
The Aímancer gracefully stepped in after Garner.

[HalfTangible]

The Shadowlands
"I honestly need to know something. Have you ever been lonely?"

It would be simpler to write a list of the times I wasn't lonely. He said quietly. Yes, I have been lonely.

[Yeshon]

The Void

Gwyn was just thinking about going back to Anreydu, when Aqaerius appeared.

"Greetings Aqaerius, I will explain why I've asked you here in due time. I've invited Lilli as well and from the movements in magic,"

She closed her eyes, "I think I need to invite Kipt." With that a mental message went out to Kipt asking him to join them in the Void.

Her eyes opened and she looked at Aqaerius concerned, "Are you all right? I realize we haven't spoken at length, but you seem a little off."

[HalfTangible]

Free Port

I'm over 3000 years old. To me, you're a little girl.

The Doctor glanced to Sophia. We need to avoid the Blur and Big Momma. Do the knights have anywhere in this city you could stay? Anywhere we go Big Momma will know, but at least in a bastion of the knights we can prepare properly for an assault.

[Drowlord]

The Shadowlands
Aquaeris quietly nodded. He knew something was not ordinary here, and he had no reason to further bother Ombra.
"Have a good..... Day, night, whatever."
He glided up the stairs.

The Void
Aquaeris' eyes grew dark with pain. He molted into the form of a young man, but with eyes sleepless for thousands of years, full of worry and pain of night and day.
"I am not well."
Lights danced around him, like the very smallest hint of an aura. The colors were faded, but in the muted colors Gwyn could see plaintive innocence, pain, cold, bleak unease, failure, and yet a quiet dignity. And through it, haunting chords of menancholy, though faint, tinted the whole glow blue.

[Yeshon]

Free Port

She thought a moment, "Yes! There's a temple of Belsheroth somewhere in West quarter, my mentor Augustine is the cleric!" She picks up Marren, without much trouble.

"But you're right, we need to hurry."

How could she not have thought of that before? Her eyes drooped from sheer exhaustion, O! That was why.

The Void

Gwyn frowns, "What brought you to this state? Is it a lingering effect of the Plague?"

[AvocadoAvenger]

The Void

Kipt arrived a little too jovial for the mood Aqaeris had set. "Hey, Gwyn, whatsup? Thanks for inviting me. Hey bro-" he pauses, seeing Aqaeris's pain. "Is something wrong? I'm not walking in on something, am I?"

Monte Mora: Guard HQ

Inside the building are a line of empty chairs, three tables with chairs around them, and two desks in the back. It is a relatively small room with a few people in it. A few guards sit at a table playing some sort of game with wood ships and dice, and there are chips for a third who is not present. At one desk sits Edrun, who is not hard to distinguish as a leader of the guards. He is talking to a older-middle aged Elthien woman dressed in simple cloths.
Garner directs her to the row of chairs by the door while waiting. Alene can overhear that the woman is from the fertile valley and is issuing a missing persons on her daughter. Edrun is assuring her that the guard will do all it can. Several of the dicing guards look at them, and Garner waves in a friendly manner. One will also notice that a section of the back wall is made of clear glass, and a tavern is on the other side. Posted to the wall are notices from the guard, and some are posted to the other side. They are meant to be read from the tavern side, and trying to do so from the guard HQ is near impossible.
When Edrun finishes talking with the Elthein woman, Garner stands up, and crosses over to his desk. "Chief" he says solemnly "I've got some bad news." Edrun looks reasonably concerned when he asks "What happened? It wasn't Fell Knives again, was it?" Garner nods "But first, this is Alene, she is a friend." He then continues to explain how the assassins had attacked and killed Akric, and the role that she had played in it. "I see." he says after the story is done "The attacks have been getting worse and worse. Something needs to be done. First things first, tell me, Alene, with Akric dead we need someone who can enable our Kalpans to breathe air. Is that in your powers?"

[mattsdelf]

Monte Mora docks

Kitip notices exactly what he's looking for on the paper, and after Kitip suggests he should follow him, he mutters. "Sure, I'm up for it." Jib thinks for a minnite at what kind of luck he just had. Adventure doesn't always just bump into you and take you somewhere at the exact time you are looking for trouble. "Let's go." And he motions to kipt that he will follow him.

Mirage Empire refugee camp.

The sudden entrance of these animals stunned the goblins at the camp. The cretaum sent a group to ask about it. They saw Lloyonas and answered their question, "We are." He examined the scenario for a moment and continued, "Who are you, and what are these animals? Surely your intentions are good, but I have never seen anything like you or them before." He left off there, waiting for a response from the Lloyonas.

The Mirage Empire, Tulmany

Reddulch spoke, " With two leaders missing, we need all but two to agree on something to make a change that I cannot do myself. these two cannot both be goblins or the Cretaum would outdo them and their voices would not be heard. Leon, I will speak about the recovery, and what has already happened, and then you will give us your input on the economics of it all." He cleared his thought before continuing. He stood and took in a breath. " We now occupy all of the Lokab Empire territory, and the name of our new empire is the Mirage Empire. All of the migrations and refugee camps are working, healing, and growing, but it will be slow. There are rumors of war coming, and we will not be ready if it hits us yet. The Cretaum are strong, we are hard to beat in a fight, being taller and heavier than other races. We will demonstrate this strength if the time comes. We have plenty of water and food, but we lack raw materials. There is enough stone to go around, so most of our buildings are made out of that, but we lack in many other resources. To my knowledge, we have sent a caravan to Freeport, but they aren't going to be there until tomorrow morning. Our people have culture! We are tribes, one with the desert! but now, we are vulnerable, and regrowing things that haven't always been ours. We can be stronger than ever before, stronger than the war in the north. But we are not yet. So, Leon, I leave you with the request of advice for recovery, prosperity, trade, and strength." He looked confident that he meant what he said. He thought for a while about the implications and almost missed the first part of Leon's say.

Leon was eager to make a speech, as if he has been preparing it for a week, which he kind of has been. "[COLOR="Blue"]Drestin will arrive at Freeport soon and ask about a trade route. After that, we will send him to the brass gnomes to ask them about a trade route. The only thing that will make us recover from taking in the Lokabs is time and resources. With more resources, we can reduce the amount of time. But we don't have more resources. We have raw materials in the desert, but we can't trade them unless we get them out of the ground. We have crude, which we can sell to the brass gnomes. We have stone, which we use to make strong buildings, always building on steady dirt in stead of the dunes. The scattered mountains and hills have Iron and silver, which we should mine up, and make use of. We have sand and glass, we should sell glass works of art, and forged things. Another note, I feel like we should take advantage of magic. We can heal and recuperate more quickly if we have clerics at the camps. In short, I think we should set up a group of miners, a group of people who use forges to make glass and metal smiths, and a cleric group to help recovery. With those things we should be able to recover quickly, and prosper into a good, strong nation. Long live the Mirage Empire!"

Reddulch sighed, that was a lot. "Okay then, I propose we pursue these things. Leon is completely right. We will vote on the following ideas: Having our leaders practice Divine magic, and the idea of a trade cycle of miners and smiths." The voting process was slow. The goblins formerly of the Lokab Empire where hesitant about divine magic but loved the idea of mining and Smithing. The Kilos, Glon, and Lemond leaders had an issue with mining, and selling our culture's glass art.

If an organization I created creates does something that would cost AP if I did it myself, do I still have to spend AP on it? I know I will for the clerics, or they wouldn't have any power, but creating a guild of miners and glass/blacksmiths would be within the power of a government. If it's an issue I will spend AP.

Michael
Michael had been helping with the relief effort in his part of the desert. He hadn't spoken to his tribe since before they left Shreddokk. He's been busting criminals and using his power to get people together. He feels like he should go back to tribe Kilos soon, he misses his kin. He thinks for a minute, and asks Sofia, "was there something specific you wanted me to do? I want to share with my tribe the greatness that Aquaeris has gifted me with."

Drestin

They had been walking over the desert for some time, all day, in fact.. Drestin said to the others, "My sense of direction hasn't always been the best, but Freeport should only be another half a day's walk from here. Leon will be glad we are getting there soon. Let's make camp here for the night." They where tired. They made camp, and slept.

Tresingiis

Tresingiis finally had some time to chill out finally, and think about what he wants to do. He looked over the desert, and saw that things where working themselves out now. He wished to thank Aquaeris for helping Michael to be so responsible where he was, but he didn't really think a gift would be prudent. What would you get as a gift for someone else who can have anything they want. He thought of helping the Mirage Empire more, but decided he should leave it to the mortals for now. Tresingiis decided to go to the Mistlands to see if anyone was home. He left the Mistlands in quite a hurry when he went to the desert.

[Drowlord]

The Void
Aquaeris smiled wanly. "My mission, I fear, has failed."
"Once I walked beside brooks and mossy dells. My family, Kiloasa, Aor, and I. I was the sea, Kiloasa the forests, and Aor the deserts-mostly."
"Kiloasa and I were loyal and staunch to each other, but Aor walked a different path. She saw things differently, jealously guarding her goblin lieges, changed from the gnomes of Geasa by Kiloasa."
"She once let the river that fed them die for seasons on end. I loved life, all of it, so I created a river for them that never stopped flowing. I sent my people to trade with them. I helped them personally, as a mortal. They loved me and worshiped me."
"She then awoke and barraged me with accusations: I had stolen her children from her, possibly could have killed her through lack of prayer. I vanished in grief, after trying to get her to see I was trying to save her children."
"Kiloasa tried to make her see, but she said she made the goblins and denied him. I was guilty and went to Isanloff to repent. Still, she never forgave me. I need universal joy, and love is part of that. So is honor. I need to honor my pledge to Isanloff yet, and reconcile with her. I have failed. She may never speak to me again."
He sighed. "But that does not matter. Lead on, White Star and Flower of Joy."

Michael
Sofia said, "You should go to your tribe. I would like to come with you, if you'd allow."
She smiled shyly at him.

Monte Mora
"I know a good deal of Druidism as well. Hang on."
A force like carbonation rippled through both of them. For ten minutes, she concentrated. Then, she smiled and relaxed. "It is done."

[AvocadoAvenger]

The Void

"I'm so sorry, Aqaeris" Kip says, refusing to move on. "You got a bad rep with Aor, but you had nothing but good intentions. It sounds like you have tricked yourself into believing yourself to be the bad guy in this. Although I never truly met her, Aor and I perhaps had more in common than any other of Kiloasa's children, and- if it helps- I want you to know that I love you." Kipt embraces Aqaeris, and a single tear falls down his right cheek which he wipes away "Brother"

Monte Mora: The Docklands

The stranger who calls himself Tikip nods, and points at a ship on the other side of the docks matching that on the paper. It sits in the direction that the cloaked figure took off in originally, and is only a short walk away.
Once the pair reaches the ship, a man is sitting on a fence on the walkway leading on to the ship. He is a well built man with a thick but short dark beard and hair, and vivid green eyes. He wears leather armor with a cloak that looks like a waterfall to match his flags. As they approach, he calls out "Hey! You there! Young boy and old man! Looking for adventure? Come to join my crew?" He smiles at them invitingly.

Monte Mora: Guard HQ

"Thank you" Edrun responds earnestly "in these troubled times we can use all the help we can get. Now tell me, do you know anything about our adversaries? The Fell Knives, that is."

[mattsdelf]

Monte Mora Docks

Jib looks up at the man sitting on the fence, and responds to his question, "Yeah, I'll join your crew. Off to strange new lands, right? That should be perfect, I've never gotten out of this city and I want to see the world." He thinks about it for a second after he speaks. He had been friendly enough up until now, but he looks nervous. He just bumped into a suspicious cloaked figure, and offered to join the crew of another odd character. "Who else is going?" He said that with a lot less confidence, but quickly regained his focus.

Michael

" Sure, we always keep a place open for company. I'll be glad to show you around once we get there."
Michael didn't notice the smile, he was too busy thinking of home. " we should leave soon, we can get there quickly if we fly "

[Drowlord]

The Void
Aquaeris smiled. He embraced Kipt. "Thank you, my brother. It does matter. A lot."
A tear splashed from his eye, and Kipt's fused with it. It formed into a bright gem. He put it in the gallery of art in Coralia, with his mind.
He suddenly looked a lot younger in strength and vigor. He laughed in joy.
"Thank you, brother. Now I have healed."

Monte Mora
"Not a lot, I'm afraid. I do know they are despicable and a waste of lives. I do know they use a strange magic for scrying, called Divination. I've learned it, but very imperfectly."

Michael
"Sure. Let's fly."
She raised her wings and soared, waiting for Michael.

[Yeshon]

The Void

Gwyn's frown only deepened, she didn't hear anything that was necessarily Aqaerius's fault and from what she had heard, Aor was not in her right mind. Still, this was a family matter and she was an outsider.

She looked at Aqaerius and was amazed at the change in him.

Having only one (two) strong emotional experience in her life left her ill equipped to help others going through the same thing. Yet Kipt could, she wondered if she should ask his advice?

No, not about that, why would she think about that?

"I had invited one other, when she arrives we may begin."

Got ninja'd

[AvocadoAvenger]

Monte Mora Docks

Jib looks up at the man sitting on the fence, and responds to his question, "Yeah, I'll join your crew. Off to strange new lands, right? That should be perfect, I've never gotten out of this city and I want to see the world." He thinks about it for a second after he speaks. He had been friendly enough up until now, but he looks nervous. He just bumped into a suspicious cloaked figure, and offered to join the crew of another odd character. "Who else is going?" He said that with a lot less confidence, but quickly regained his focus.

"Well we have ourselves a crew." The man replies as if that much should be obvious "The Ocean Rover don't sail by herself." He adds, gesturing at the ship behind him. It is a fairly large ship with three big sails. "You've got the right attitude, kid. We're sailin' 'ever the wind takes us." He nods at Jib, then turns to the person hiding under cloak. "You feel the same as the boy?" The stranger keeps quiet, and looks up at the bearded man "What? you don't talk much? Well, come aboard anyways."
A few guards appeared on the dock, and upon seeing them, Tikip made haste to vanish beneath the ship. The guards questioned the bearded man, Captain Tark, for a few minutes. Then, satisfied with the ship's unusual mission moved on.

The Void

"I am happy to help" he says, putting an arm on Aqaeris's shoulder. "Ooh, who else is comming?" Kipt continues excitedly.

[Exachix]

The Void

"I am arriving."

With a whirl of gentle wind, a form of the lady, garbed now in a burgundy dress, appeared. Though before she kept her hood up, now her bright fire-red hair extends to the small of her back, though currently it is plaited into one large pattern. Though she is dressed not for war, her belt still has on it a long and a short sword, inscribed with runes. She bows to the other dieties.

"The Shieldmaiden, the Sea Lord and the Soul of Joy, I greet you."


Monte Mora: A ship just off the coast

The crew thought about that for a minute, not sure what to think, before one member said "It does make sense." A large portion of the crew began to return to their work. "I'll get the cap'n for ya" another put in. At this point, they had all returned to normal duties save for the one who went to fetch Brist.
Next, the Kalpan guard climbed on board the ship, and sat down. "I'm still guarding this ship, I think I might just do it from deck." the man said. He was known by the crew as a guard, and had even contributed to loading the ship, so none of them questioned him. Then, turning to Litan "All the better for your security, sir."

Near Monte Mora

Litan bows to the Kalpan guard.

"Ah, it is good to have assistance, if such is required."


Free Port-The Meeting

Marik frowns but nods. Jorias nods and looks at Parvis, "We're listening."

Free Port

Parvis leaned forwards, resting his chin on his hands, releasing a smile to the pair.

"I want to stop him ruining everything. Now, either he needs to not betray my assets, and dare I say, your good relationships with him, or some other entity takes them on, removing him in the process."

[Yeshon]

The Void

Gwyn looks over Lilli, Aqaerius, and Kipt. Gwyn nodded.

"Thank you all for coming. As you have no doubt felt, Kipt has made a new type of magic that is similar to what I had considered. Yet,"

She held out her hand. Five strings danced on her palm, they fought against each other, grasping for the same source of energy, the Warp Moon.

"The magics Aqaerius, Lilli, and my brother made are all drawn from the same source. They are magics that are neither derived from a god's power nor from nature. Instead they draw upon the power of the Universe or the Warp Moon. But because they draw upon the same power source, they get in each other's way, stunting their potential."

She closed her hand, "My proposal is that we combine our magics under the new structure made by Kipt. This new magic will allow practitioners of the current magics to achieve new heights of power in the same disciplines."

She opened her hand again and a circle appeared there, "Self-sustaining, independent, and able to bring mortals to new heights."

She closed her hand again, "I admit, the destructive potential of this magic would also be drastically increased from those currently utilized, but the potential for good is too much for me to ignore."

"Practically we would have to break down the Warp Moon and fuse its essence within the world, enabling this new Arcane Magic to draw directly upon the Moon's essence without being dependent on the phases of the moon."

She relaxed, she despised public speaking, at least it was done now.

"I would appreciate any input you may have at this juncture."

Free Port-Skull & Dagger

Jorias nodded, "I'll speak with him, see if I can ferret his true plans."

"Yeah, if he'd tell you more than the rest of us."

"These are just rumors Marik."

"Keep telling yourself that, I notice you came down here too."

[AvocadoAvenger]

The Void

"Lilli" Kipt says, showing visible happiness. Of course, Kipt often shows a certain level of happiness. He swiftly kneels, and kisses her hand before she has a chance to stop him. "Good to see you again, mi'lady."
In response to Gwyn, Kipt shrugs and says "I'd be happy to help, it sounds like a blast. Does everyone already know how Arcana works?"

Monte Mora: A ship just off the coast

The crew member returns with Brist, bows, then takes his leave to go about his duties. "Hello" Brist says nervously "What are you trying to do here?"

[Elemental]

Free Port

I'm over 3000 years old. To me, you're a little girl.

The Doctor glanced to Sophia. We need to avoid the Blur and Big Momma. Do the knights have anywhere in this city you could stay? Anywhere we go Big Momma will know, but at least in a bastion of the knights we can prepare properly for an assault.


Free Port

She thought a moment, "Yes! There's a temple of Belsheroth somewhere in West quarter, my mentor Augustine is the cleric!" She picks up Marren, without much trouble.

"But you're right, we need to hurry."

Nureen grabbed the reins of her horse and Marren's.
Don't be so quick about it. Do you want to attract attention?
She concentrated and a fog rolled in from the sea, obscuring the city and turning day into night. She spoke in a soft voice.
The fog is only an illusion, but it should shield us from prying eyes for the time being. Now, we need to walk quickly, but not fast. Pretend we're taking an injured friend to the temple for healing.
With a simple gesture, their appearance and the appearance of their horses changed. No longer were they a knight with a black bracelet, an old cleric and an old woman, they were a farming family and their horses scruffy farm horses.

Such an illusion would probably not deter the Blur, but it'll stop them using innocent people as their eyes.

[HalfTangible]

Free Port
The Doctor

They arrived at the temple without too much after a few minutes of walking. Perhaps the Blur were waiting for the "fog" to die down?

... Probably not. But their eyes and ears were mostly gone, and what few they had would see only an illusion while the old grandpa of the farm family finished his joke.

-So then the Priest says, 'thats not my wife, that's the Rabbi!'.", then he laughed his head off like it was the best joke ever. I just stared at him for a few seconds, then turned to the Writer and said, "Never let him out of the house again, he'll hurt himself".

[mattsdelf]

The Ship

Jib stares off the bow into the waves as they crash up against the ship, and wonders how far he could end up. He goes to the captain and said, "How can I help?"

Michael

Michael agrees with Sofia, and they take off. It is evening, and they fly over the desert much faster than anyone could walk. They fly over cool dunes and big, bulky boulders. "We're about halfway there" Michael said after a while of flying.

[The Bandicoot]

Mirage Refugee Camp
They are Hasen, a fabled herd beast given to us by our god. We are Lloyonas, sheperds of the Hasen. Our people are the Lloyas, sheperds of the wanderers and guides of the migrations. Our god bid us come to the refugees. We offer you this. We will stay here for a week. During that week you will get the meat of two Hasen a day, the milk of twelve a day, and as much hair as you desire. After that we move to the next camp.

So about 4-5k lbs of meat a day, a dozen or two barrels of milk a day and enough hair to clothe atleast a few thousand goblins.

[AvocadoAvenger]

Mirage Refugee Camp

"In addition" Randon puts in as he steps up "Do you goblins hunt?" he asks. The answer is yes, as a few of the goblins gathered to receive their visitors nod their heads "Well, then I will lead a hunting party for food as well. Yohalles has asked me to teach the Lloyas the ways of the hunt, so they will come as well." "I can help too. I know a few tricks of druidism, and I can help teach you goblins how to raise small amounts of water from the ground in tough times. I was never the most skillful, but i'm happy to teach what I know. I will take any student who come to me."

The Ocean Rover

The spray of the ocean spray sparkles more brightly than would be expected in the early evening. The cloaked person hangs near Jib as they disembark. The person has been wearing the cloak a lot more loosely since the ship disembarks, revealing a soft-skinned face with bright orange eyes. "It's good to be going... away" the person says quietly in the higher-pitched, more pleasing voice.
When Jib approaches captain Tark, and asks his question, the response is "you came late, so we are already crewed up for the day. My advice would be to get some sleep, and find yer sea legs cuz we'll be havin' need of ya on the morrow." Jib sees that the one called Tikip is going down to the cabins, and motions for Jib to follow.

[Yeshon]

Free Port-At the foot of the Temple

Sophia's face is stone cold throughout the joke, no one ever accused her of having a sense of humor. Though her curiosity got the better of her, "What's a Rabbi?"

Before the Doctor can answer, Sophia shrugs Marren to her shoulder and knocks on the door. After a few moments an elderly woman opens the door, "Yes?"

"Hello, I'm looking for Augustine?"

"I'm sorry dear he's not here right now." She makes to close the door. Sophia catches the corner,

"Please, we have injured."

The woman looks annoyed then sighs swinging the door open, "All right bring 'em in. I'll get Titus to take a look at 'em."

"Thank you," Sophia enters the temple.

Assuming no one has any objections to a slight fast forward

Sophia laid Marren on the bed and sat in the chair next to him. "Well, looks like we'll be here for a while anyway, so let's talk. What brought you here Doctor?"

[HalfTangible]

Free Port-At the foot of the Temple

Sophia's face is stone cold throughout the joke, no one ever accused her of having a sense of humor. Though her curiosity got the better of her, "What's a Rabbi?"

Before the Doctor can answer, Sophia shrugs Marren to her shoulder and knocks on the door. After a few moments an elderly woman opens the door, "Yes?"

"Hello, I'm looking for Augustine?"

"I'm sorry dear he's not here right now." She makes to close the door. Sophia catches the corner,

"Please, we have injured."

The woman looks annoyed then sighs swinging the door open, "All right bring 'em in. I'll get Titus to take a look at 'em."

"Thank you," Sophia enters the temple.

Assuming no one has any objections to a slight fast forward

Sophia laid Marren on the bed and sat in the chair next to him. "Well, looks like we'll be here for a while anyway, so let's talk. What brought you here Doctor?"

Well, the Shadows have been at war with the Blur for millenia. They were originally our spies and informants - for obvious reasons - but they betrayed our creator, believing that he cared nothing for them since he basically forced them into the blur between memories.

We've been trying to remove Big Momma and several merchants loyal to her from the area for a while now, The Doctor continued, eyes narrowing, But none of our Shadows have returned from trying. I came here to see if Blur were involved - in which case, deposing Big Momma would be my job. He sighed and slumped down. There's so many here... What could they be up to?

[Yeshon]

Sophia thought for a moment, "These things can't be remembered right? Well I mean Free Port is important, everyone trades here, nobles, pirates, merchants, even some of the Calasancti Kings came down here from time to time. Maybe it's as simple as manipulating events through information and misinformation?"

[HalfTangible]

Sophia thought for a moment, "These things can't be remembered right? Well I mean Free Port is important, everyone trades here, nobles, pirates, merchants, even some of the Calasancti Kings came down here from time to time. Maybe it's as simple as manipulating events through information and misinformation?"

Yes but to what end? He muttered, rubbing his chin with the end of his tail. So far Free Port just seems to be... existing. It's not really helping or hurting anyone that doesn't live here, and the Blur were always very... for lack of a better term, puppeteerish. They wouldn't just manipulate information and trade for the fun of it...

[Yeshon]

Yes but to what end? He muttered, rubbing his chin with the end of his tail. So far Free Port just seems to be... existing. It's not really helping or hurting anyone that doesn't live here, and the Blur were always very... for lack of a better term, puppeteerish. They wouldn't just manipulate information and trade for the fun of it...

"Okay, let's start over, what are the Blur's goals?"

[HalfTangible]

"Okay, let's start over, what are the Blur's goals?"

The Doctor formed a hand and started ticking them off. Commit genocide upon the Shadows, destroy everything our god ever created, find a way to remove or control their 'curse', as they call it, find a god of psionic power to serve, and rule a nation for them and all who would oppose Ombra.

Those are the only ones I know of but I can't fit any of their goals together with what they're doing here. Big Momma's a powerful force in this city but she isn't ruling a country, controlling trade isn't going to help them destroy Shadow Key and making every Blur hate me specifically isn't going to help remove their curse, especially since I'm currently the only one who can remember them as far as we know... though another infused by the gods might be able to manage it.

[Yeshon]

The Doctor formed a hand and started ticking them off. Commit genocide upon the Shadows, destroy everything our god ever created, find a way to remove or control their 'curse', as they call it, find a god of psionic power to serve, and rule a nation for them and all who would oppose Ombra.

Those are the only ones I know of but I can't fit any of their goals together with what they're doing here. Big Momma's a powerful force in this city but she isn't ruling a country, controlling trade isn't going to help them destroy Shadow Key and making every Blur hate me specifically isn't going to help remove their curse, especially since I'm currently the only one who can remember them as far as we know... though another infused by the gods might be able to manage it.

"And why do they hate the Shadows or your god so much?"

She leaned back, "St. Edgard did mention a force of spies allied with the Shadows, but he wrote that they could neither be seen nor speak and only communicated through pieces of paper that appeared out of nowhere. I assume this was a misunderstanding, given that he just couldn't remember them as soon as he lost sight of them."

Sophia tilted her head, "Wait, 'empowered by a god?' Would being trained by one count?"

[HalfTangible]

"And why do they hate the Shadows or your god so much?"They believe their memory-wiping power is a curse - largely because they do not have a choice; it's a fact of their biology, when someone stops noticing them they are immediately forgotten. They hate the Shadows because we serve Ombra's philosophy of a world without law or status, a world where- never mind, we're not here for a philosophy debate.


She leaned back, "St. Edgard did mention a force of spies allied with the Shadows, but he wrote that they could neither be seen nor speak and only communicated through pieces of paper that appeared out of nowhere. I assume this was a misunderstanding, given that he just couldn't remember them as soon as he lost sight of them."

Sophia tilted her head, "Wait, 'empowered by a god?' Would being trained by one count?"

He chuckled. That's just cute. where would we find anyone trained by a god to test such a you were talking about yourself weren't you...

He rubbed his forehead. ... Ok, gods can split off a piece of their essence and graft it to the soul of another being. Isanloff did that to me. A large ball of ice formed in the Doctor's other hand. That's how I've lived for 3000 years, why I can remember the Blur and why I haven't looked you in the eye since we met. THAT'S what I mean by empowered.

[Yeshon]

"Hmm, that does kind of sound like a curse, no offense."

She raises an eyebrow, Gwyn and St. Hellsbane trained me for a time equivalent to a year after I attained the Rune Blade. Their training is the reason I can react to threats that I can't otherwise perceive."

She rubbed the back of her head absent mindedly, "You said you were infused by Isanloff? The bringer of the Ic-

Once again visions in her head, the vision of a man standing over a volcano, with a spear in his hand. He held the spear over his head and the air grew cold.

"Wow, wish I knew- Never mind."

She looks slightly disappointed, "So there's no trick or anything like that?"

[HalfTangible]

"Hmm, that does kind of sound like a curse, no offense.""It's inability to turn off is what makes it so dangerous" is what Ombra tells me. And besides... He shrugged. The Blur kill and enslave, I don't care if they're cursed, I will fight to stop them.


She raises an eyebrow, Gwyn and St. Hellsbane trained me for a time equivalent to a year after I attained the Rune Blade. Their training is the reason I can react to threats that I can't otherwise perceive."The Doctor was quiet for a time, and then said slowly, Logic tells me that yes, you could react to a Blur about to attack you that you couldn't see. But i was referring to memory retention.


She rubbed the back of her head absent mindedly, "You said you were infused by Isanloff? The bringer of the Ic-It wasn't as desireable as it sounds. He shuddered.


Once again visions in her head, the vision of a man standing over a volcano, with a spear in his hand. He held the spear over his head and the air grew cold.

"Wow, wish I knew- Never mind."

She looks slightly disappointed, "So there's no trick or anything like that?"

The Doctor cocked an eyebrow. Sorta. He... basically twitched one eye so that it was bigger. Sophia, if there were just a trick to remembering the Blur, I would've taught the other Shadows.

Unrelated: how long will this illusion last?

((Somebody besides me and Yeshon, i beseech you! POST!! It's not Christmas! Why is there so much red and green?!))

[Elemental]

((Somebody besides me and Yeshon, i beseech you! POST!! It's not Christmas! Why is there so much red and green?!))

((Apologies, I was busy for most of yesterday.))

At that point Nureen entered the room carrying a tray with four cups of hot tea on it.
Probably until I go to bed tonight. I'm much too tired to maintain an illusion while sleeping today.
She held out the tray.
Tea anyone?

[Yeshon]

"Please."

Sophia accepted the cup,

"So, what's the plan now?"

[HalfTangible]

"Please."

Sophia accepted the cup,

"So, what's the plan now?"

The Doctor accepted a cup as well. That Blur that approached us peacefully told us Big Momma is a Blur - the most powerful in this entire city, powerful enough to rewrite the memories of her fellow Blur. We're going to find her and stop her doing... whatever it is she's doing.

[HalfTangible]

"Please."

Sophia accepted the cup,

"So, what's the plan now?"

The Doctor accepted a cup as well. That Blur that approached us peacefully told us Big Momma is a Blur - the most powerful in this entire city, powerful enough to rewrite the memories of her fellow Blur. We're going to find her and stop her doing... whatever it is she's doing.

[Yeshon]

The Doctor accepted a cup as well. That Blur that approached us peacefully told us Big Momma is a Blur - the most powerful in this entire city, powerful enough to rewrite the memories of her fellow Blur. We're going to find her and stop her doing... whatever it is she's doing.

"Wait, a Blur approached us peacefully?"

Sophia frowned, "She can rewrite memories? Well that adds a dynamic I had never considered. Let's say you were a Blur. Powerful enough to brainwash even members of your own race. On top of that, you are the sworn enemy of the god of Anarchy. What would be the worst thing you could do, just to spite this god?"

Somewhere in the Maze of West End

"I will avenge you, mother." A locket hung from a golden chain seemingly suspended upon the empty air and it closed of its own accord. Before returning to the diminutive figure huddled in a dark corner.

A man approached roughly escorted by a much larger man with a sword on his back, one of Big Momma's brainwashed servitors.

"Now why would the Doctor let you live?"

"Maybe what he says is somewhat true, he doesn't kill on purpose."

"That'sa lie. Y'know the truth."

"Honestly? I don't think I do. How am I supposed to know this is even your real body?"

"You don't."

Pain, pure pain laced through the Blur's head as Big Momma tore through his mental defenses like they were paper. "Stop!"

"Stop what childe? If'n yah got nuthin' to hide, yah shouldn't be afraid of littl' ol' me." She ripped through his memories and found what she was looking for.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" His scream echoed throughout West End, but here, in the belly of the beast, nobody cared.

[HalfTangible]

"Wait, a Blur approached us peacefully?"

Sophia frowned, "She can rewrite memories? Well that adds a dynamic I had never considered. Let's say you were a Blur. Powerful enough to brainwash even members of your own race. On top of that, you are the sworn enemy of the god of Anarchy. What would be the worst thing you could do, just to spite this god?"The Doctor frowned and looked at the ground, apparently seriously considering the question.

... If you really wanted to piss off Ombra, He said finally, Then you'd build an absolute dictatorship maintained through falsehood. Big Momma would be particularly adept at this - she could easily rewrite her subject's memories to view her as nigh-deific, create favors whenever she needed them and falsify their pasts to make it seem she improved their lot in life, even if she makes it worse. And with her proxies she could easily fake being overthrown...

The Doctor was quiet, then his eyes shot open wide and he rose up. Oh hell... You need to leave Free Port. If she gets a hand on any of your minds...

[Elemental]

Free Port

Marren and I will be fine, we both know how to defend ourselves.
Nureen sipped her tea.

I don't know... They probably can't defend themselves...

[HalfTangible]

Free Port

Marren and I will be fine, we both know how to defend ourselves.
Nureen sipped her tea.

I don't know... They probably can't defend themselves...

Heck if I know :smalltongue: I never worked out how psionics measures up to other forms of magic

Physically, yes, but what about mentally?! Can you tell when a memory has been altered, or even purged entirely and replaced with a new one?!

The Doctor might be panicking.

[Elemental]

Free Port

Nureen was stumped. Memory alteration was something that was not considered possible according to standard magical theory.
I don't know...
Marren is at no risk, the power of The Reaper protects him, but if she gets into my mind, she'd easily incapacitate me...
I can handle her trying to control me, but if she gets her hands on my memories?
Nureen suppressed an involuntary shudder. She had a lot of repressed experiences that could destroy her sanity if released all at once.


Against the mental attacks of Big Momma? Probably not.
One form of magic isn't any stronger than any other, but different practitioners are better than others.
And Big Momma is probably the most skilled practitioner of psionics, which might put her on par with the High Ecclesiarch. Maybe not that strong, but near that level.
So... Theoretically, Marren and Nureen are vulnerable.

[Drowlord]

Free Port
A bell tolled outside of the temple, and clicking footsteps echoed on the flagstones. A hoarse voice shouted, "Sanctuary!"

Michael
"It's beautiful out here. This is like where I had my youth."

[Yeshon]

A bell tolled outside.

Sophia was silent for a moment, then nodded, "You might be right. We can't risk Big Momma gaining more assets than she already-

"Do you really think you could do it alone?"

Sophia stood hurriedly and drew her sword.

"Riight, no memory. Like I said before, I'm not here to fight. Actually I'm here to help."

The Blur was hurt at least from the way he's holding himself, though there was no physical injury.

"My manifested double ran into Big Momma, the real one I hope. Problem is? The temple is now surrounded by Blur. I think they're waiting for the fog to lift."

D&D-wise Psionics is a lot more broken than most forms of magic (Clerics & Construct Wizards being two of the exceptions). What I'm emphasising with Big Momma isn't typically what you see, though they do have Dominate manifestations.

Free Port just inside the Temple

An older woman approaches the stranger, "Yes?"

[Exachix]

The Void

Gwyn looks over Lilli, Aqaerius, and Kipt. Gwyn nodded.

"Thank you all for coming. As you have no doubt felt, Kipt has made a new type of magic that is similar to what I had considered. Yet,"

She held out her hand. Five strings danced on her palm, they fought against each other, grasping for the same source of energy, the Warp Moon.

"The magics Aqaerius, Lilli, and my brother made are all drawn from the same source. They are magics that are neither derived from a god's power nor from nature. Instead they draw upon the power of the Universe or the Warp Moon. But because they draw upon the same power source, they get in each other's way, stunting their potential."

She closed her hand, "My proposal is that we combine our magics under the new structure made by Kipt. This new magic will allow practitioners of the current magics to achieve new heights of power in the same disciplines."

She opened her hand again and a circle appeared there, "Self-sustaining, independent, and able to bring mortals to new heights."

She closed her hand again, "I admit, the destructive potential of this magic would also be drastically increased from those currently utilized, but the potential for good is too much for me to ignore."

"Practically we would have to break down the Warp Moon and fuse its essence within the world, enabling this new Arcane Magic to draw directly upon the Moon's essence without being dependent on the phases of the moon."

She relaxed, she despised public speaking, at least it was done now.

"I would appreciate any input you may have at this juncture."

The Void

"Lilli" Kipt says, showing visible happiness. Of course, Kipt often shows a certain level of happiness. He swiftly kneels, and kisses her hand before she has a chance to stop him. "Good to see you again, mi'lady."
In response to Gwyn, Kipt shrugs and says "I'd be happy to help, it sounds like a blast. Does everyone already know how Arcana works?"

Lilli shows brief signs of amusement, before turning to Gwyn and Aqearius.

"This concept of Arcana is interesting, and the avoidance of conflict between our arts would be beneficial for mortals, or even our own directives and objectives."

She adopts a contemplative expression. "I do not know how Arcana works Kipt, and to properly integrate divination into it I'll have to look at it. However, the Warp Moon. Who originally made it, and will breaking it down have any.. problems?"


Free Port-Skull & Dagger

Jorias nodded, "I'll speak with him, see if I can ferret his true plans."

"Yeah, if he'd tell you more than the rest of us."

"These are just rumors Marik."

"Keep telling yourself that, I notice you came down here too."

Free Port

Parvis leans back. "Well, I've just passed that on. I'm sure you can contact me if you're interested in the future."

He stands and chucks a coin to the men. "Hopefully I'll still see you around."

With that he leaves.


Monte Mora: A ship just off the coast

The crew member returns with Brist, bows, then takes his leave to go about his duties. "Hello" Brist says nervously "What are you trying to do here?"

Monte Mora's Nearby Boat

"Me? Oh I'm trying to save both our necks from our mutual enemies. And looking for work I guess now I've left Monte Mora."

[AvocadoAvenger]

The Void

Kipt smiles at Lilli, and proceeds to explain arcana. "Well, it is really just a theory that I had about magic" he says, blushing modestly. "So- all magic is really quite alike in theory. And although it takes on many forms, there is really one true magic. This one magic is what Arcane magic is." He pauses, finishing the first part of his explanation, before continuing. "However some magics" he gestures to the people around him "are very compatible. Right now, because of all the complications, Arcana is almost impossible for a mortal to use. What we would do, hopefully, would change that." He smiles again freely, obviously liking the idea. "But as far as the warp moon goes, I could use a little history lesson myself."

Brist's Ship

"Oh...ok." Brist says lowering his guard "My name is Brist. You'll have to excuse my paranoia with all these assassins running around. I'm happy to help someone with no love for them, though." He thinks for a moment "What kind of skill set do you have?"
As they go farther out to sea, the Kalpan on board takes his leave, and swims back to Monte Mora thinking he has nothing to worry about.

[Yeshon]

Free Port-Skull & Dagger Aftermath

Later that day Marik confronted Gregory. The situation was swiftly diffused, but Marik still ended up storming out of the compound. There has been no sighting or word from Jorias since he left the Skull & Dagger. In fact Gregory has been searching for him, to no avail. The other mercenaries are starting to whisper.

Jorias's location is not immediately apparent focused search from the Fell Knives will locate him though.

The Void

Gwyn nodded, "The Warp moon was created by my brother Morgash near the beginning of time. It exerts no gravitational force on the Earth as it is made entirely out of the Dreaming. What it does exert is a Warp pull that brings the Dreaming closer to the Earth. That is how Astromancy and Oniermancy are currently utilized, by drawing upon the dreaming, but these magics ebb and flow with the phases of the moon, similar to the tides of the ocean. However, if the warp moon's power is enfused within the world, then magic will no longer wax and wane as it does now."

"From, what I've seen, I believe this is what my brother was working towards, a world where magic is a stable and accessible power. To be utilized by all, so that all may be improved."

[Elemental]

Marren is Plagued by Nightmares

Marren was in a blasted landscape, charred from the fires of war and stained with blood. He was garbed in his full ceremonial vestments for some reason, white robes and purple cloak.
In the distance was the Temple, a shining beacon of light in this wasteland. He walked towards it, but it kept moving further away.
As he walked, he began to feel a pain and tightness in his chest. He barely had time to register the symptoms and his heart gave out and everything was replaced by darkness.
What felt like an eternity later...
When Marren woke he noticed a change in his attire. His normally white robes were black and stained with blood, his once purple cloak was blood red. But more disturbing, his medallion had changed. No longer was it the simple silver eight pointed star with a diamond at the centre, now the points were long and sharp, dripping with blood, and the diamond was replaced with a black cat's eye.
Greetings High Priest Marren Ilay of Snow Haven.
Who is there? Explain yourself!
A figure in a hooded cloak of midnight blue stepped forward out of the darkness, easily two feet taller than Marren. In one hand, it held a scythe.
You don't recognise me? I suppose that's my fault...
Marren bowed before the divine figure.
Lord Belsheroth.
I'm disappointed in you Marren. You abused my power.
But do we not have the right to protect ourselves and others? To protect and heal is the mandate you gave us.
You forget one minor point. You stopped the heart of that Blur and stole its life-force. You misused the art of healing. That is a stain upon your soul I cannot allow. As such, you need to make amends.
Stray from the path once more, and your life is forfeit.
The dream began to fade, and Marren heard one final message.
Oh, and don't even think of using my power again.

Reality

Marren awoke with a start.


The Mistlands

The Council of Archangels appeared with thousands of books in tow.
They bowed and Anzhela spoke.
Lord Kiloasa. We have finished the task you have set for us. We have interviewed every soul residing in the Forests of Starlight. Unfortunately, the Realm of Lord Halasht is barred to us and we were unable to gain passage through the Gates of Hell.
I believe Vanyanil has summarised our data for you.
At this, the shortest of the Belsherai present stepped forward. An easel with a graph upon it appeared by his side.
My Lord Kiloasa, as you can see by this graph, the first one or two hundred years are marked by a large percentage, approximately a third, of the souls in the Forests desiring to return to Ashkharh in some form. However, after this period, the number drops to almost nothing, most likely because the ties that draw them to the mortal world are gone by this point.
However, after a period of approximately two thousand years, the number of souls desiring to return slowly begins to increase. In total, a quarter to a third of all the souls in the Forests of Starlight desire to leave.

[Yeshon]

The Temple

Sophia hears Marren's breathing change and looks over at him, "You're awake." She could've sworn there was someone else-

"Good, we could use your help."

Sophia pointed her sword at the Blur, "What're you-"

"gods woman! Keep your eyes on me, I do not want to explain this again. I've met you before, I'm on your side. And we've got about half a dozen Blur mixed in with two or three dozen thugs surronding this temple. They're waiting for the Fog to drop, but we can't leave without running into them. Any of you got any ideas?"

Sophia shook her head, she'd need the doctor to confirm the Blur's words, but for now she'd trust him. "I could draw them off, I can probably about eight or nine on my own and then I'll rendevouz with you guys later."

"No, you are not volunteering."

"Excuse me?"

"You and the Doctor are the two with the best chance against Big Momma. Without you two there is no plan."

Sophia raised an eyebrow. But before she could say anything the Blur continued, "You're a priest right? Marren was it? Could you cast a spell to shield us from harm? It might just buy us a few extra seconds."

[HalfTangible]

A bell tolled outside.

Sophia was silent for a moment, then nodded, "You might be right. We can't risk Big Momma gaining more assets than she already-

"Do you really think you could do it alone?"

Sophia stood hurriedly and drew her sword.

"Riight, no memory. Like I said before, I'm not here to fight. Actually I'm here to help."

The Blur was hurt at least from the way he's holding himself, though there was no physical injury.

"My manifested double ran into Big Momma, the real one I hope. Problem is? The temple is now surrounded by Blur. I think they're waiting for the fog to lift."

D&D-wise Psionics is a lot more broken than most forms of magic (Clerics & Construct Wizards being two of the exceptions). What I'm emphasising with Big Momma isn't typically what you see, though they do have Dominate manifestations.

I'm actually just calling it psionics - it's closer to psychic powers from other forms of media than Psionics from DnD

If they have the building surrounded this will get ugly fast... The Doctor thought, bringing himself up to his full height. I think I can get out of here, but these humans can't change their shape or - far as i know - block their minds. Is there another way out for them? It's a temple, it must have a secret passage or something.

[Elemental]

The Temple

Sophia hears Marren's breathing change and looks over at him, "You're awake." She could've sworn there was someone else-

"Good, we could use your help."

Sophia pointed her sword at the Blur, "What're you-"

"gods woman! Keep your eyes on me, I do not want to explain this again. I've met you before, I'm on your side. And we've got about half a dozen Blur mixed in with two or three dozen thugs surronding this temple. They're waiting for the Fog to drop, but we can't leave without running into them. Any of you got any ideas?"

Sophia shook her head, she'd need the doctor to confirm the Blur's words, but for now she'd trust him. "I could draw them off, I can probably about eight or nine on my own and then I'll rendevouz with you guys later."

"No, you are not volunteering."

"Excuse me?"

"You and the Doctor are the two with the best chance against Big Momma. Without you two there is no plan."

Sophia raised an eyebrow. But before she could say anything the Blur continued, "You're a priest right? Marren was it? Could you cast a spell to shield us from harm? It might just buy us a few extra seconds."

Marren was very uncertain. Belsheroth had been so unspecific with that last statement. Did it mean he could use divine magic only to get struck down? Or was he barred from using it altogether?
Still, might as well give it a try. He willed a small light into existence, only for it to flicker and die within a second.
I'm sorry Sophia. But I'm just a powerless old man now.



I'm actually just calling it psionics - it's closer to psychic powers from other forms of media than Psionics from DnD

If they have the building surrounded this will get ugly fast... The Doctor thought, bringing himself up to his full height. I think I can get out of here, but these humans can't change their shape or - far as i know - block their minds. Is there another way out for them? It's a temple, it must have a secret passage or something.

It's an unusual architectural feature for a temple to have, but Free Port isn't the most secure place, so they might have built one.
So, it's possible. But it'd be in the crypt if it exists.

[Yeshon]

Free Port

The Blur clicks his tongue, "This is Free Port, everyone has an escape tunnel. Old Woman!"

The old woman who let you into the temple earlier appears at the door, "Yes? Oh my, when did I let yo-"

"Yesyes you've never seen me before. Where's the entrance to the Crypt? I have a relative buried down there."

"Truly? Oh well then, just go down the hall to your left. I have the key right-"

"Oh gods what's that?!"

The old woman looks behind her, then seems very confused for a moment before her eyes roll back and she collapses on the floor.

"What the hell did you just do?"

"Just gave her a psychic command to sleep." He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into the room. Before retrieving her key.

"Trust me, we leave the door unlocked they won't have any reason to kill her... y'know unless they burn the temple down."

[HalfTangible]

Marren was very uncertain. Belsheroth had been so unspecific with that last statement. Did it mean he could use divine magic only to get struck down? Or was he barred from using it altogether?
Still, might as well give it a try. He willed a small light into existence, only for it to flicker and die within a second.
I'm sorry Sophia. But I'm just a powerless old man now.

If you see him again, tell him the Doctor said "F*** you we needed those spells!"

Free Port

The Blur clicks his tongue, "This is Free Port, everyone has an escape tunnel. Old Woman!"

The old woman who let you into the temple earlier appears at the door, "Yes? Oh my, when did I let yo-"

"Yesyes you've never seen me before. Where's the entrance to the Crypt? I have a relative buried down there."

"Truly? Oh well then, just go down the hall to your left. I have the key right-"

"Oh gods what's that?!"

The old woman looks behind her, then seems very confused for a moment before her eyes roll back and she collapses on the floor.

"What the hell did you just do?"

"Just gave her a psychic command to sleep." He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into the room. Before retrieving her key.

"Trust me, we leave the door unlocked they won't have any reason to kill her... y'know unless they burn the temple down."
The Doctor picked up the old woman and put her on his back, molding his body to hold her in place. He covered her mouth but left her nose uncovered so she could breath.

Let's go, then. When they stop seeing you, I'll tell the humans we're getting help from a Blur so they don't kill you on sight. It might take a while to find the passage. He blinked as he noticed something about the Blur. It amazes me nobody ever thinks 'Those dont look like human eyes'.

[Yeshon]

If you see him again, tell him the Doctor said "F*** you we needed those spells!"

The Doctor picked up the old woman and put her on his back, molding his body to hold her in place. He covered her mouth but left her nose uncovered so she could breath.

Let's go, then. When they stop seeing you, I'll tell the humans we're getting help from a Blur so they don't kill you on sight. It might take a while to find the passage. He blinked as he noticed something about the Blur. It amazes me nobody ever thinks 'Those dont look like human eyes'.

The Blur looks at the Doctor in suprise, then smiles, "I think I'm more exhausted than I thought, my shapeshifting must be going wonky. All right this way."

He left the room, Sophia shook her head, "Wait what's going on?"

[HalfTangible]

The Blur looks at the Doctor in suprise, then smiles, "I think I'm more exhausted than I thought, my shapeshifting must be going wonky. All right this way."

He left the room, Sophia shook her head, "Wait what's going on?"

We're going into the crypt. The Blur that helped us earlier is helping us escape from the Blur surrounding this place. He then grinned wickedly and looked at Sophia over his shoulder. You also flirted with him. A lot. It was really quite disturbing. Did you REALLY do all that stuff before becoming a knight?

The Doctor enjoyed making people uncomfortable.