Lords of Creation: Dischord of Harmony [IC]

[Mynxae]

In the beginning, there was nothing but the Void. But there was one who disliked this, and decided to change the fate of everything forever. One only known as The Creator reared his ugly head and said what could only be heard as "Be".

As time began, an explosion of untold power erupted, spreading from the center of the Void and creating the universe as it will be for all of time. Until the others came along and meddled with it..

Eleven beings of power were made to do what they will with His creation. They were known as the new Lords of Creation, for The Creator was tired from his labour.

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The first of the newborn deities to come into being was Joika. She appeared with the sound of trickling water, as her liquefied form came into being. She caressed her green hair, letting it fall around her shoulders as her form slowly solidified. As she did so, she looked to her birthsite and found a large yellow sun. Nearby would be the perfect place to start creation for herself, or so she thought.

A large planet completely covered in water came into being as she said "Let it be". She sighed contentedly as she flung herself into the murky depths of the waters of the planet on the Material Plane, coming up to bask in the golden sunlight that warmed the planet's surface quite nicely.

She started to get lonely as she was the only one she knew of in the whole universe, so she created some life under the sea so she could share her love of the watery depths with others. She frolicked with the whales, the dolphins and even the fish that swam away from her in fright as she giggled.

Start AP: 15.

Forge Land AP3: Material Plane planet, covered in oceans (until someone changes that :smallwink:)

Create Mundane Monstrous Life: General Marine Life. (free 'cause I created the Material Plane...)

Create Land AP2: Atmosphere.

End AP: 10.

[Xondoure]

Birth of a King

Osramus was born in fire. Light erupted in glorious creation as he who would one day rule opened himself to the world beyond. Crackling with power the light that had signified his birth began to collapse in on itself until a brilliant sphere of divine flame was formed. And at its center Osramus looked out upon creation, and saw what needed to be done. All across the void he could feel the sparks of other beings bursting into existence. The time of creation was upon him.

Start AP 15
3AP - Weave Sanctum - The Sun is born, shining eternally at the heart of creation for the glory of Osramus. +1 Attack Dice
End AP 12

[Doc Kraken]

The Brass-Bound Book, Verse Eleven

And lo, as the energies of creation flowered and burst into being, did the Inquisitive One stand himself forth, coalescing from the spray that danced upon the waves and the breeze that set the waves to trembling. He looked upon the new-forged planet, and felt the heat of the sun and the coolness of the waters, and thus did he speak:

"Quite nice, but it could use a little work."

Belaran stretched out his hand as he hovered over the waters, whistling a low, piercing note. His cloak flapped around him as the sea began to part. With a mighty rumbling, a vast plateau of muddy earth rose from the depths, halting as it touched the god's boots. A small fish, not quick enough to escape the sudden change in environment, flapped against his foot. With a gentle smile, Belaran reached down and picked it up, studying it.

"Not fast enough, eh? No need to fret. You've given me a bit of inspiration, little fellow! A favor for a favor, that sounds fair to me."

So speaking, he cast it back into the surf. As he did so, the new-made continent began to ripple, shimmering with life. Plants sprouted up along the ground, and tall, sparse trees dotted the hillsides. Small insects hummed between them, and birds flitted back and forth, snapping them up or foraging for seeds. In the distance, large, reptilian beasts browsed among the ferns and trees, trumpeting back and forth to each other as they grazed. As a large black crow circled down to perch on Belaran's shoulder, he smiled.

"Now there's someone else to appreciate all this. Well done, that fish."

Start AP: 15.

Create Land: 2 AP, form an Australia-sized continent.

Create Life: General birds, plants, and insects (free with Create Land), sauropods (Monstrous life, 1 AP)

End AP: 12

[Promise]

It was uttered. Estis. Be. And so it was, the gods were. Sumus.

Aeterne Ignis Lucis, The Eternal Fire of Light appeared in a momentary flash of light and earth. Tiny, insignificant and meaningless to most of the empty universe. Yet it heralded the coming of a deus. One of the great beings that had arrived to shape the universe, one of the formator.

Aeterne Ignis Lucis fell with the fiery comet that plummeted, attracted to the only thing in the universe with Gravity.. The planet Joika had created. Before long it crashed into the planet, leaving the newly created god laying a top the floating crater. Not injured, but not sure of what to do, the young god.. Lay. he was content this way.. For now. He closed his eyes and allowed his aura to wander, those looking for someone to find would easily to find him, what with his energy wandering as it was.


15 Ap start
Alter land -1 Ap: Create the first Create a large continent. It is currently just.. A barren rock standing in the water.damn ninja's

[Darklady2831]

Fabric of Magic

Fifth to be born from primordial creation was Melaira, the Witch. She gasped as her first breath began, and felt time tick away. She felt the ebb and flow of creation, and knew that in time, she would rule it all. Thus, she began to weave magic. Like dust on the wind, it flew across creation, filling everything with an esoteric wonder. Magic had been born, and it came in the form of winds. Winds that gathered, winds that moved like water currents, meeting up at nexuses where power was great. Thus, the witch had created the Winds of Power, and they blew through all of creation.

15 AP - 5 AP = 10 AP
Cosmic Decree: The Winds of Power. Essentially mana, these are currents of energy that power magic of all kinds. If the magic doesn't directly draw upon the power of a deity, it comes from the Winds. The winds also form "ley Lines" that are currents of power, just finding a ley line won't aid your magic, as the winds blow throughout all of existence. However, finding where multiple ley lines meet, or, a Nexus, will allow you to draw upon more and more power from the winds, boosting magical effectiveness.

[Dimonite]

On the edge of the explosion of life, at the fringes of the flames, Issomi came to be. He saw all that was, and saw that it was Good. He hated it. So in his hatred, he came to the newborn planet, and created from the beauty of the ocean the ugliness of earth. Where he dwelt, he made blackness and fire reign, and only creatures of decay - maggots, worms, and fungus - did he create to dwell along with him. Finally, in his spite, Issomi did Decree that all things that were not gods must die.


start: 15 AP

1 Create Land (2 AP)

3 create Mundane monstrous life (free)

1 decree - for clarity, that doesn't mean right away. It just puts immortality out of reach for things that are not gods (I'm lookin' at you, potentially existing elfs) (5 AP)

end: 8 AP

[Darklady2831]

Birth of Fate

Thus, did Melaira delve into the winds of power. She let her spirit flow into them, drifting along in a dance of perfection. When she left, she watched as the Winds absorbed some of her spirit, mixing it in with all of creation. Then, she felt it, part of her, no... part of something different, could see all of creation, could see fate itself. Melaira focused on this, drawing on it, and shaping it. Melaira would become the first Mother, giving birth to her daughter, the Wind of Fate.

Birthing Ceryna!

[Ruse]

After a very distinct fizzle in the sky, a figure appears; one of the middle children; the ignored. So be it.
It would have been difficult to see him even if anything had been looking up. Up? Falling? Down? These are just some of the questions flowing through the vast mind of Illu as he descends upon…what is that blue liquidy stuff and why am I headed to the unmoving brown? This won’t do at all. I can’t be here yet. There is so much tolearn about this place. So many quest… Another sound is heard but instead of a fizzle, a sharp crack is heard just as Illu disappears into a plane of his own making. Unfortunately, the sound was not the displacement of air as you would like to believe but Illu’s head smacking the ground leaving a small trickle of blood and permanently damaging Illu’s mind.

[Xondoure]

Descent to the Immortals

Osramus looked out and saw the oceans as first they had appeared. And as time spun on he felt the touch of others like him upon it's surface. And so he descended to seek out those who would shape the world.

Curiosity drove him roiling into the waves. And in them he sensed great power, though somewhat reserved. "First born." he muttered to the waves.

[Mynxae]

Descent to the Immortals

Osramus looked out and saw the oceans as first they had appeared. And as time spun on he felt the touch of others like him upon it's surface. And so he descended to seek out those who would shape the world.

Curiosity drove him roiling into the waves. And in them he sensed great power, though somewhat reserved. "First born." he muttered to the waves.


Joika sprung up out of the waves, hovering above it in her liquefied form. "And what was that supposed to mean, stranger?" She said, her eyes smoldering.

[Xondoure]

"That you are the first to witness creation. Though if you prefer I shall call you by a different name." The god said calmly.

[Lady Serpentine]

Eighth born, ever changing, as shifting as the sea itself, Kansheri writhed into being next to her sister Joika, her flesh the color of sunlight on seafoam, with rippling hair of kelp, and solid black eyes, like those of a fish.

Laughing joyously, she spun happily, pulling the other goddess into a hug, if allowed, nestling against her, plainly delighted by the contact and the company, as well as the (hopeful) abatement of her sister's loneliness.

[Mynxae]

As Kansheri came into being beside her, she cried out in joy and wrapped her arms around her little sister. "Kansheri, what a nice surprise! Now, help me confront this stranger" she said as she cuddled her sister.

"My name is Joika. What is yours? And what are your intentions?" said Joika, her thoughts bubbling much like the water did below her slightly.

[Promise]

Aeterne Ignis Lucis sat up. Things were happening around him. It was time for operis. He raised to his feet. Below him was what had brought him to this world, above him where he had come from. The above was vast, empty, right, in a sense. The below.. It was just a barren husk to Aeterne Ignis Lucis. And that would not do. No, there needed to be one to mold it into something.. Worthy of being.

The ground was jagged, almost circular. At closer inspection, the grey rock had tiny juts of colour in it, also. Beautiful. But useless. Yet.. It needed not be so. The young god crouched down and touched his finger to the ground, letting his divinity seep into it. The floor was holy.. But it was not living, it was not sentiens. He lowered the rest of his hand down, the whole palm touching this ground, he then raised it up for a moment more, before crashing it back down with the strength of a god, a large crater forming, the earth that once filled it flying up, forming itself into something.. Into another of the formator.

"Estis". Commanded Aeterne Ignis Lucis and Barrabus es.

Birthing Barrabus. I don't think this qualifies as "poof, you're here", Tell me if it's not good enough.

[Xondoure]

Osramus smile brought with it the radiance of the sun. "Well met Joika. I am Osramus. For now, my purpose is to learn of this world."

[Dimonite]

Issomi, having formed his surroundings to his satisfaction, felt something unknown. There was a voice inside Issomi. It didn't seem to have come from him, but rather something that had taken root in him. It spoke to him:
"Hating mortals is below one as such as a god" the thought began to spread and Issomi began to regret his decree. This, he would not have.

"This shall not be," he whispered, and began to excise the spark of compassion. He broke a sharp piece of stone from his black land, and cut the flesh from his left arm, leaving only bone in its place. Now having flesh to give it, he removed this spark into it. As the flesh began to form itself, he spoke, shaping it:
"Be fearsome in form, that all may flee that which is good."

Thus was born Arrus, the golden dragon.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Barrabus, Barren World

Barrabus was. Formed of the world made divine, a huge vaguely humanoid shape of stone, clay, and dirt. Barrabus was.

And he was painfully aware, of how drab he was. The dirt, the rock, it lacked... something. Something substantive.

It merely was. As Barabus merely was. This would not do. Barrabus desired something more, for the Earth in its forms, and for his own being.

Barrabus reached into the core of his being, and in his divine spirit glowed what his form, and what the world, lacked. He focused upon himself, and his form began to change. he began to glitter, and shine. Gold and Silver, Diamonds and Rubies, and every kind of precious earth he could conceive.

He looked at his form again. It would need refining, but it was a vast improvement, completely made as was of the worlds most precious things. He could not keep this great boon to himself however, and so he reached down and touched the Earth below him, and all the metals, from Gold, to Copper, to Iron, and all of the minerals and gems of the world were created, and spread throughout the deeps of the world.

Barrabus spoke, his voice the grinding of metal and gems "That is much better."

8AP=15AP-5AP Gain Ability: Elemental Mastery (Earth) -2AP Forge Land (spread metals, gemstones, and minerals of all kinds through the world)

[Mynxae]

Joika grinned and looked at Osramus. "What is it you wish to know?" she said with a playful wink as a pod of dolphins came up for air nearby, a beautiful sight to behold.

[Snowfire]

Play with the winds...

Magic whirled in the whirlwind, silver fire and light ricocheting off of its sides as a new being rose from nothingness. The form was small, clearly feminine - yet underdeveloped - and possessed of two eyes, shining with all the blinding power of unbound fate. Light blazed out from those eyes, the piercing Truth-Sighted gaze behind them seeing through the one drawing her into being. And Melaira felt fear explode within the storm, turning swiftly to panic.

Silver winds shattered the air, breaking the shaping of her mother, and following the connections to others who knew her. Who felt and were shaped different. The storm frayed, the power within echoing out across the void and pushing Melaira back in the instinctive reaction of a frightened child. And then it collapsed, nothing but a trail of swiftly fading silver stars marking the passage of the first child.

...and you make a splash

Ceryna, newly formed, dived out of the skies into the arms of her two other mothers, glittering tears sparkling in the light behind her and a whimpering scream trailing in her wake.

Mommy!

She curled into Kansheri's arms, nestling in the comforting strangeness - totally ignorant of the water around her - and looked up at her mother with tear filled eyes.

Why is Witch-mommy so scary when you're so warm?

Gain ability (Crystal Seer): 15 - 5 = 10

[Darklady2831]

Rejected Mother...

Melaira was hurt, her own daughter had run in fear from her. She watched as Ceryna was given life, watched as she noticed her existence, and watched as she ran off in a flash of light. Hurt and rejected, Melaira followed the trail left by her daughter.

...Still loves her Baby

A light mist floated down from the atmosphere, forming into Melaira near Kansheri and Joika. She strode across the waters, lighter than air, and embraced her sisters. "Hello Sisters." she whispered, before turning to face Osramus. The Witch Goddess ran her hand through her hair, watching the stranger intently.

[Xondoure]

"I sought you out for I recognized your presence among the waves. Indeed it seems many gods have come to meet here, an occurence that gives me an idea." Osramus smiled once more in farewell. "We shall meet again soon I am sure.

[HalfTangible]

Laughter

A laugh that began as a slow chuckle, and then built into a crescendo of madness and sadistic pleasure. A laugh that told the listener of the madness of it's creator. A laugh that heralded the doom of nations and rivers of blood, of weapons untold and strategies gruesome.

Such a laugh was a fitting herald to Volkalansorisalamashalar, The Bloody-Pawed Hound of Incredibly over-the-top Conflict and Ridiculous Specialization In Unexpected and Unconventional Methods of War Whose Laughter Paints The Cities of the Living Red with Blood and Whose Weaponry Shocks the Gods and Shatters the Sky.

The Hound came into being in his humanoid form, nude and bleeding into the waters around him. He laughed as the water stained red with his blood, and continued to laugh as he swam for shore.

He sniggered and chuckled and guffawed like a madman as he pulled himself onto the sandy shores, the wide, all canine-grin of a madman on his face.

The first living animal he found he immediately slew. He moved to cut the beast into cloth to cover himself, but found the creature was too small. He chuckled and slew another one.

Twenty eight dead creatures later, he pulled together a pair of breeches made of dead animal skins and fur. The Hound sniggered at how ridiculous they looked. For the first time in his existence, he turned to look into the water of the sea and see his reflection.

A humanoid creature with wild hair stared back at him. Every single one of his teeth was a canine, as if he were a wolf, and gleamed bright white. Blood ran down the teeth and, as he looked, he noticed his entire muscular torso was covered in blood. He didn't have any other humanoids to compare himself with, but he thought he looked fairly short. Dark red eyes stared from beneath his dark red locks.

A grin split the image in the water. This was right. This was how he was meant to be.

It suddenly occurred to Volk that he could step off of the plane if he wanted.

So he did.

[ChrisClark13]

Issomi, having formed his surroundings to his satisfaction, felt something unknown. There was a voice inside Issomi. It didn't seem to have come from him, but rather something that had taken root in him. It spoke to him:
"Hating mortals is below one as such as a god" the thought began to spread and Issomi began to regret his decree. This, he would not have.

"This shall not be," he whispered, and began to excise the spark of compassion. He broke a sharp piece of stone from his black land, and cut the flesh from his left arm, leaving only bone in its place. Now having flesh to give it, he removed this spark into it. As it began to form itself, he spoke, shaping it:
"Be fearsome in form, that all may flee that which is good."

Thus was born Arrus, the golden dragon.

The bit of flesh grew and grew, it fed on the primordial bits of knowledge that lay scattered around the Material Plane at the beginning of things. It hungrily fed and grew, desiring to know more and more.

It grew into the form of a fearsome dragon as it's 'father' had desired, but it's bare flesh soon grew golden scales that made it majestic, arguably the most majestic thing that had ever existed in the beginning of things. An aura grew around the dragon that spoke of hatred towards evil and at the same time compassion and fellowship with good. It blinked and sniffed the air around it, spying Issomi. It didn't seem to care though as it's scales shimmered in the sun. It spread it's might wings and took off, not wanting to be associated with the vile thing it saw in front of itself. The dragon roared as it flew. Already Arrus's being was filled with more knowledge that one, even a god, could ever hope to sift through and understand.

Arrus began to desire a place where he could keep all this knowledge, for he could barely think under the weight of it all. He dove and flew through the ocean (for what does a god care that it shouldn't be able to fly in water as it can air) and found a deep trench and began to dig away at the coastal shelf with it's claws. Before long he dug a cave for himself and pressed his nose into the hard rock. A door of gold formed and it opened, showing a vast hall that grew and grew. He sighed with relief as the things that filled his mind left and began to store themselves in the form of books upon shelves that grew out of the wall. He ventured in, admiring his hoard of knowledge and how it began to grow even in front of his eyes, splitting into more hallways and rooms as this place began to silently record all the knowledge in that creation had in itself.

He soon left his Great Library and ventured to the other continent that had been created, landing upon it and marveling at the life that teemed upon it. He snatched a bird out of the air with his claws and began to squeeze it like a child would, but stopped as soon as he heard it's cries of pain. It flew away and hid. He frowned, what had he had been thinking? This mortal animal had not deserved that. He took off again and landed near some beings he spied that were such as himself. He watched them for a few moments then spoke. "Greetings! I am Arrus."

15 AP
5 AP Forge Monument: The Great Library
The Great Library records every piece of information that ever is written down somewhere. Everything piece of information it's Master, or simply any being who wants their works to be recorded, experiences/reads/learns/etc is also recorded in here. The Great Library does not care for indexing or sorting though so information can be hard to find depending on how common that piece of information is. If a piece of information is common, it will show up multiple times in the library. The more rare or hidden a piece of information is, the less chances there are for it to be recorded by the Great Library. Any being that enters the library automatically has all the information they know recorded and even taken out of their minds if they want. (So one could come to the library to forget things on purpose.)

How exactly one would use the Library is up to the DMs.

[Xondoure]

Heart of the Sun

Three he had met, but more he could sense, just beyond his vision. And so the young lord allowed himself to enter into the veins of the universe and pull on reality. Thus it was that Osramus wove the winds of power into the heart of the sun until he had created a nexus point unparalleled. The seat of his power was formed and as he sat upon his throne Osramus sent a message that rumbled through time and space to all gods.

The Sun Lord Awaits Your Presence

12 AP
5AP - Monument - Sun Throne. 1 dice to Attack, 1 dice to Defense

[Darklady2831]

Three Sisters and a Daughter

Melaira watched as Osramus left, then turned to see her siblings again. She smiled, her dress blowing in the sea breeze. "Hello Sisters." she said, then noticed Ceryna in the arms of Kansheri. "Little one, please do not be afraid."

[Promise]

Barren Island
Barrabus was created, and had already set out to do as he saw fit.. This was good. The beginning had been set in motion. There would be cretum, expansion, growth. It was needed. But it would not be done by Aeterne Ignis Lucis.

The young god did not wait and watch his creation for long though.. No.. Felt an advoco calling out, one he felt he should answer. Aeterne Ignis Lucis immediately rose into the air, his wings instinctively flapping, as he flew straight to the..

Heart of the Sun

Arriving within moments, he stopped effortlessly before Osramus. He enquired calmly of the deity before him, "Greetings, frater of mine. I am here as a salutor, arriving because of your advoco, your summons. What is it you need?"

[Snowfire]

Witchy-Black is Frightening so

Ceryna curled further into Kansheri's arms, trying to avoid looking at Melaira.

Why...why shouldn't I be afraid? She asked tearfully, a single glance at the Witch-mother causing her to flinch away. Y...you...you're all black and dark and scary! Water-mommy is soft and gentle. Chaos-mommy is warm. Ceryna giggled. And she tickles.

But...but you're scary. All dark and bound and...and... She curled away again, her still forming mind unable to fully explain the sight of her own eyes.

[Dimonite]

Heart of the Sun

Three he had met, but more he could sense, just beyond his vision. And so the young lord allowed himself to enter into the veins of the universe and pull on reality. Thus it was that Osramus wove the winds of power into the heart of the sun until he had created a nexus point unparalleled. The seat of his power was formed and as he sat upon his throne Osramus sent a message that rumbled through time and space to all gods.

The Sun Lord Awaits Your Presence

12 AP
5AP - Monument - Sun Throne. 1 dice to Attack, 1 dice to Defense


Issomi saw the dragon flee, and was glad.

Issomi hears the Sun Lord, and gazes upon his throne. Realizing that this god cannot be defeated while on his throne of power, Issomi decides rather to hide from this fearsome light. He drew shadow from the land he had created, and cloaked himself in it.

"We shall meet, Sun Lord," Issomi whispers, willing Orasmus to hear, "but it shall be at a time and place of my choosing, not yours. And know that the day we meet shall be your last."

Start: 8 AP

Special ability: One with Shadows (5 AP)

End: 3 AP

[Doc Kraken]

The Brass-Bound Book, Verse Twelve

And while gazing upon his creation, Belaran did feel a tug upon the essence of creation, a summons from another being of majesty and power...

The traveling god stood, waving cheerfully at the newly-formed continent.

"I'll be back." He muttered, and stepped...elsewhere. It felt natural, as simple as existing. He gloried in it, rejoicing in his freedom even as he took in the brightness all around. Two others stood before him, older and younger by mere moments. He gave a respectful nod.

"Beautiful place you have here. Well met, my brethren. Enjoying existence? I know I am."

[ChrisClark13]

Arrus looked up at the Sun and pushed off with a mighty leap as he flew to meet what he assumed to be his brethren.

The Heart of the Sun

When he arrived, the light reflecting of his scales made it seem like his golden scales were shining. "Greetings, I am Arrus, The Golden Dragon and The All Knowing.

[Ruse]

The Heart of the Sun

A small insignificant sunspot appears out of the corner of your vision. In it, a small man secreted in this small sunspot appears and asks "Am I late?" "I sincerely dislike what you've done with the place. It's all...bright. Who's your decorator? Nobody?"

[Darklady2831]

The Sisters and their Child

"I'm not so bad, I just dress differently." Melaira smiled at Ceryna sadly, she didn't mean to come off so, menacing, she really didn't. A raven flew nearby, landing on her shoulder with a black flower in it's beak. Gently, Melaira took the flower from the Raven. "Everybody is different, sweetie, even you. Some people can be scary, but you don't have to fear them."

Then Melaira heard Osramus's call, she looked up to the sky, watching the boiling sun. She sighed softly, sticking the Black Lotus into Ceryna's hair. She turned her head, looking at her sisters. "I suppose we should head up there, sounds like he has something important to talk about." Melaira glanced back to Ceryna, a faint smile playing across her lips. The Onyx Sorceress may be evil, but she does love her sisters and her daughter. Then she turned away again, inhaling deeply. She breathed out, a few flowing syllables let themselves out of her mouth, forming a spell. Drawing upon the winds, Melaira wove a spell of transportation. A shimmering hole in the air appeared, and through it the sisters could see Orsamus and his throne. Melaira gestured to the portal. "After you, my sisters."

[HalfTangible]

Heart of the Sun

With a cackle, a blood red wolf the size of a horse arrived. His eyes were the black of obsidian, no sclera nor irises, and his fangs were like daggers. The Bloody-pawed hound grinned wickedly. Ah, hello.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Barrabus, The Heart of the Sun

Barrabus had created the fruits of the Earth and he was glad, but he heard the call, and though he felt there was more to be done, he would not ignore it.

He appeared in the Heart, his gleaming form a riot of colors and materials, his humanoid shape dominated by raw metals and gemstones of every kind. "I have heard the summons, but I yearn to return to the Earth as soon as I am able."

[Mynxae]

The Sisters and their Child

Joika embraced Melaira before looking upon the portal. "It looks awful hot there, doesn't it? I'll just take a bit of water to cool off" she said, gathering an orb of water to surround herself in, floating towards the open portal, kissing Ceryna's brow as she went past.

Heart of the Sun

"Why hello there stranger. How can I be of service to you?" Joika said to Osmarus with a sly wink, moving out of her bubble of water briefly to give him a hug and a peck on the cheek. She looked down in surprise as she felt something brush against her leg. It was a Water Lily, it must have come with her bubble. She picked it up and put it behind her ear, letting the scent of it wash over her as she smiled.

"And who may you others be? I am Joika, firstborn of the Creator, She Who Watches and The Watery One" said Joika with a slight smile.

[Elricaltovilla]

The last of the Gods to be spat forth from the void. Late to the party it would seem, but Vetasz wasn't one for parties anyway. A boiling, blood red cloud erupted from the nothing above the world. It coalesced into a giant of a man, corpse pale with black eyes and hair, clothed in blackened, rust riddled armor.

He surveyed creation below him, he listened to the whispers on the wind, he smelled the stench of corruption already seeded deep within the world.

THIS WORLD... IS A PRISON. AND I AM THE WARDEN. MY WILL BE DONE. He did not scream, but the words echoed throughout the land, sky and sea nonetheless.

Vetasz gathered his power in his hand and forged it into a mighty tower shield, adorned with bleeding crystal spikes and a face bearing an eternal scream.

Starting AP: 15
Create Relic: 4 AP Shield of the Sufferer. +1d6 Defense
Gain Ability: 5 AP Prowess of the Paragon (shield) +30 HP
Final AP: 6 AP
Attack: 1d6
Defense: 7d6
HP: 60

[HalfTangible]

Heart of the Sun

"Why hello there stranger. How can I be of service to you?" Joika said to Osmarus with a sly wink, moving out of her bubble of water briefly to give him a hug and a peck on the cheek. She looked down in surprise as she felt something brush against her leg. It was a Water Lily, it must have come with her bubble. She picked it up and put it behind her ear, letting the scent of it wash over her as she smiled.

"And who may you others be? I am Joika, firstborn of the Creator, She Who Watches and The Watery" said Joika with a slight smile.

I am Volkalansorisalamashalar, The Bloody-Pawed Hound of Incredibly over-the-top Conflict and Ridiculous Specialization In Unexpected and Unconventional Methods of War Whose Laughter Paints The Cities of the Living Red with Blood and Whose Weaponry Shocks the Gods and Shatters the Sky... But you may call me Volk. Or the Hound, if you prefer. The wolf was now a human wearing breeches sewn together from various animals and grinning animalistically. His red eyes surveyed the other gods. So what's first on the agenda? Slaves? Victims? Victim-slaves? Prostitutes? Ninja-prostitutes? He laughed.

[Lady Serpentine]

Kansheri smiled gently at the young goddess in her arms, a thin flap of flesh growing from her body as she did, forming a soft, fur-lined, area in which Ceryna could ride, whether asleep or awake, as she did, and going to gently set her daughter in it.

"Bodies aren't the important bits, dear. They change, and anyone can make any kind they please for themselves. They're not entirely worth ignoring, but it's how the person thinks and feels that really matters, and your Witch-mommy loves you too, even if she isn't as snuggly as I am, and her beauty takes a different form from Joika's or mine. So give her a chance, alright?"

And then Vetasz spoke, words which made Kansheri shudder, and cling more tightly to Ceryna in unconscious protection, though there was nothing here that was truly a threat, for that very concept terrified her.

For now, though, she remained silent, forming a pair of new arms just under her existing ones, this time made of strange silvery wires, and night-black machinery, of a type that, by all rights, should be unknown for thousands of years yet, considering that electricity doesn't even exist yet, and going to slip one around her remaining sister, or at least take her hand, before she steps through the portal that Melaira created.

[Darklady2831]

The Heart of the Sun

Melaira let her sister, Kansheri, slip her new arm around her. She in turn, draped her arm over her sister's shoulders, walking with her into the portal. Beyond it, she smiled at the assembled gods, running her free hand through her hair. "Hello, you've already met my sister, I am Melaira, the Raven Queen, and the Onyx Sorceress." The Witch Goddess smirked slyly, taking her arm off of her sister. She glanced at each of the gods in turn, evaluating them silently, her mind calculating and planning what to do.

[Elricaltovilla]

Vetasz descended to the world below, and standing over top the center of the ocean, he reached his mighty gauntleted fist deep into its waters and pulled out the crust of a grand and ancient volcano. Though it no longer belched its firey power into the world, it would now serve a far more noble purpose.

This hollow, dead volcano would serve as the mightiest prison in the world. Even gods would fear to be sentenced there.

ACALHATAR, THE BASALT PRISON. JUSTICE BE SERVED.

Starting AP: 6
Create Monument- 5 AP
Acalhatar, The Basalt Prison

An inactive volcano chimney rising thousands of feet above the ocean, this imposing sight is the single greatest prison in the world. Even gods have trouble escaping its cells. Inside the prison, there are no guards, no wardens other than Vetasz. Gods and Mortals are as equals there, sharing in the punishments they so richly deserve.

As for the ability, anyone trapped within Acalhatar must overcome a very high roll in order to escape. For divine entities, they must either roll higher than Acalhatar's master's defense roll to escape (no modifiers from relics) while mortals must overcome a roll of 1d10+(Vetasz's Divine Rank+3). Any god can spend 3 AP to bust someone out of the prison as well (including themselves).

Final AP-1

[Mynxae]

Heart of the Sun

Joika rushed over to her sisters and child, keeping them in the warm embrace of a group hug. "Good to see you Kansheri and Melaira. And you too Ceryna" she said as an afterthought, tousling Ceryna's hair.

Two small parts of her water bubble started to boil as Joika was struck by divine inspiration. She cried out and doubled over in pain as she grasped the two handfuls of superheated water, flinging them off to either side of her, but they possessed part of her very being, her first offspring. "Oh dear, what did I do?" said Joika, gasping as she still felt horrendous pain as two new beings sprung up from her divine essence on either side of her.

Orion and Rasotos are born.

[Darklady2831]

Heart of the Sun

Melaira gasped in surprise, rushing to her sister's side. She held her, ensuring her sister was alright. Joika, are you harmed, sister?" The Onyx Sorceress asked, concern in her voice. She eyes the forming godlings, a faint smile playing upon her lips. She would love these newborns as she loved Ceryna, as she loved Joika, as she loved Kansheri. For they were the children of her Sister, and thus were her family.

Elsewhere, above the World

Melaira focused, conjuring a second body for herself, a shard of her divinity. She had done it, she was in two places at once! "Sisters, I have done it, try as I did, we can be in many places at once!"

[Elricaltovilla]

Heart of the Sun

His fortress so completed, Vetasz allowed himself a moment's respite to ponder his work. He felt in the great distance a power beyond that possessed by the meager life on the planet. And as he extended his godly senses, he felt multiple powers there. And so he left to join them in the heart of the sun.

Through the entrance, the armor clad warden strode in his rust riddled plate mail, his mighty tower shield slung across his back.

HAIL. His voice fell like the slamming of a coffin lid. I AM VETASZ, BIRTHED FROM THE VOID AND THE CREATOR TO SERVE AS WARDEN TO THIS WORLD. WHO HOLDS DOMAIN HERE?

[Xondoure]

Heart of the Sun

"Thank you all for coming." Osramus said. He glanced at the two newborn deities. "For some of you out of creation itself it seems." As he spoke Osramus stood to greet his guests.

"My name is Osramus and to answer your questions yes, I am enjoying existence, I'm afraid I haven't quite gotten around to decoration, and you may be of service to me by gathering together as one." He did not grace the shadow who was not present with a response. "In my heart I can sense the burden of the future. Each of us shall face great challenge or be lost to the inexorable force of time." As he spoke the sun seemed to dim, though in truth it was simply that it did not match the glory of Osramus himself. With every word his being seemed to grow. His voice stretched out across creation, entering the hearts of all gods no matter their location. "But together we are a force far stronger than we are divided. And so I have come before you to ask that we might be united. So that we might learn from one another and gain strength from that knowledge. Join with me and reap the bounty of creation!" By the time he had finished speaking Osramus sheer force of presence was more radiant than a thousand suns. Surely this was power. This was majesty. This was the Lord of Creation!

7AP
Gain Ability - 5AP - Divine Beauty (Majesty.) Osramus exudes power to the point where even the gods see him as both awe inspiring and terrifying. He is the embodiment of kingly grace.
Form Pantheon - 2AP - the Godly Court

[Novaix]

Heart of the Sun
Orion gasped, making awkward icy noises as his body formed together properly. He rolled onto his back and sat up, dusting off his ordinary, snow white hair and looking around with his plain white eyes. "That... grk, that was more painful than it could have been, thanks...

The god of the stars coughed and stood up, his hair and eyes slowly taking on a supernatural glow as he steadily came into being properly, using the power of the sun around them to help himself form. Orion looked around, first at his newformed brother, then at the rest of his family, then at those who remained.

"So, uuh, hey."

[Elricaltovilla]

Heart of the Sun



"Thank you all for coming." Osramus said. He glanced at the two newborn deities. "For some of you out of creation itself it seems." As he spoke Osramus stood to greet his guests.

"My name is Osramus and to answer your questions yes, I am enjoying existence, I'm afraid I haven't quite gotten around to decoration, and you may be of service to me by gathering together as one." He did not grace the shadow who was not present with a response. "In my heart I can sense the burden of the future. Each of us shall face great challenge or be lost to the inexorable force of time." As he spoke the sun seemed to dim, though in truth it was simply that it did not match the glory of Osramus himself. With every word his being seemed to grow. His voice stretched out across creation, entering the hearts of all gods no matter their location. "But together we are a force far stronger than we are divided. And so I have come before you to ask that we might be united. So that we might learn from one another and gain strength from that knowledge. Join with me and reap the bounty of creation!" By the time he had finished speaking Osramus sheer force of presence was more radiant than a thousand suns. Surely this was power. This was majesty. This was the Lord of Creation!

7AP
Gain Ability - 5AP - Divine Beauty (Majesty.) Osramus exudes power to the point where even the gods see him as both awe inspiring and terrifying. He is the embodiment of kingly grace.
Form Pantheon - 2AP - the Godly Court

This god that spoke Orasmus... he was pompous, that much was clear, but it wasn't a crime to be pompous. Still, there was a connection there, something closer than Vetasz felt with any of the other divine beings present.

Vetasz stepped forward. I WILL JOIN YOU, BROTHER. MY SHIELD WILL GUARD YOU AS IT GUARDS ME.

Starting AP: 1
Join Pantheon The Godly Court 1 AP
Final AP 0 +1 (pantheon)

[Lady Serpentine]

[Sunheart]

Kansheri flowed to her sister's side as well, reaching out to gently fold Joika into her arms even as Melaira did the same, concern plain on her face, and, when she spoke, in her tone.

"Do you require healing, sister? Or at least something to ease the pain? I could give either, I think, if you allow me..."

And then Melaira spoke again, this time from the mortal world, in response to which, Kansheri raised a finger to her mouth, and bit it off, a new one forming in its place even as she sent it winging its way towards her sister, growing a new body as it did.

Making a second head, that she might look at and speak to both Joika and Osramus without difficulty, she frowned slightly, liking his aesthetics, but disapproving of the intent behind his change of flesh.

"Forms are cheap, meaningless in terms of true power or wisdom. As you see, I have changed my own many times, just as you did just now, and could do so until the world ended, should I choose to. I would see more proof of your fitness as leader than impressive looks before I join you."

Starting AP: 15

Gain Ability - Protean Lady (-5): Ever-changing as she is, and relying nigh-entirely on such shifts, along with her change-sense, in combat, Kansheri can constantly reassign her dice pools.

[Mortal World]

The Finger flew on, growing a body, and, eventually, raven-like wings, as well as overlapping plates of midnight chitin, musical when they moved, eventually coming to a halt next to the shard of Melaira.

"Greetings again, sister. Is there some purpose to this, or is it simply for our amusement?"

[Xondoure]

Heart of the Sun

Osramus looked at Vestasz and something inside him began to click. He could feel a connection with this god, as if something was goading him into rage for those who are to be condemned. "I am honored by your decision brother."

Osramus then turned to the goddess Kansheri and smiled once more with greater radiance than a thousand of suns. "And which would you have me prove? Give me a task to prove my wisdom and I shall attempt it, for if I am to ask you to serve me so too must I be willing to serve you. Give me a reason to prove my strength and I shall overcome it, for I draw confidence from my strength."

[Mynxae]

Heart of the Sun

"I believe in you, at least to a degree Osramus. I shall join you and others if they may" said Joika with a grimace, cooling the water directly above over her form, sighing with relief as she did so. A small tendril of water escaped and flung itself off to Rar'kash, her name for the Material Plane, to join her sisters.

Start AP: 10.

Join Pantheon AP1: Joika joins the Godly Court.

Gain Ability AP5: Joika gains the ability Elemental Mastery (Water).

End AP: 4.

The Three Sisters (and Ceryna)

The tendril of water formed itself into the liquefied form of Joika. "So sisters and little one, what shall we do here this day?" she said with a smile, the pain having subsided.

[Dimonite]

The last of the Gods to be spat forth from the void. Late to the party it would seem, but Vetasz wasn't one for parties anyway. A boiling, blood red cloud erupted from the nothing above the world. It coalesced into a giant of a man, corpse pale with black eyes and hair, clothed in blackened, rust riddled armor.

He surveyed creation below him, he listened to the whispers on the wind, he smelled the stench of corruption already seeded deep within the world.

THIS WORLD... IS A PRISON. AND I AM THE WARDEN. MY WILL BE DONE. He did not scream, but the words echoed throughout the land, sky and sea nonetheless.

Vetasz gathered his power in his hand and forged it into a mighty tower shield, adorned with bleeding crystal spikes and a face bearing an eternal scream.


Starting AP: 15
Create Relic: 4 AP Shield of the Sufferer. +1d6 Defense
Gain Ability: 5 AP Prowess of the Paragon (shield) +30 HP
Final AP: 6 AP
Attack: 1d6
Defense: 7d6
HP: 60


Issomi did hear these words as they rang across the land, and they were spiteful to his very essence.

"Oh, what a fine opponent will this new god make!" he said to himself. He went to the prison the new god had created, and shuddered in its presence.

"This shall not stand!" he screamed to the skies.

"I shall see this place reduced to dust, as all things must be!"

[Doc Kraken]

The Heart of the Sun


Heart of the Sun
Orion gasped, making awkward icy noises as his body formed together properly. He rolled onto his back and sat up, dusting off his ordinary, snow white hair and looking around with his plain white eyes. "That... grk, that was more painful than it could have been, thanks...

The god of the stars coughed and stood up, his hair and eyes slowly taking on a supernatural glow as he steadily came into being properly, using the power of the sun around them to help himself form. Orion looked around, first at his newformed brother, then at the rest of his family, then at those who remained.

"So, uuh, hey."


Belaran clapped the newly-created godling on the back.

"Welcome to the world, friend! Or...the sun, in any case. Our elder is quite creative in his choice of homes."

So saying, he grinned, giving a jaunty bow to Osramus.

"The rest of us spent our first moments dashing about the world, shaping it to our liking. You were the only one to look elsewhere, to create something like this. That's worth enough for me. I'll join your Court."

Start AP: 12

Join Pantheon (The Godly Court): 1 AP

End AP: 11

[Ruse]

Heart of the Sun

Osramus looked at Vestasz and something inside him began to click. He could feel a connection with this god, as if something was goading him into rage for those who are to be condemned. "I am honored by your decision brother."

Osramus then turned to the goddess Kansheri and smiled once more with greater radiance than a thousand of suns. "And which would you have me prove? Give me a task to prove my wisdom and I shall attempt it, for if I am to ask you to serve me so too must I be willing to serve you. Give me a reason to prove my strength and I shall overcome it, for I draw confidence from my strength."



Heart of the Sun
The sunspot floats closer:
Osramanoodle! Brother!
Of course I would be happy to join this merry band of thoughtful Gods but I see a problem. First, exactly who or what are we counciling? We are all that exist aside from the blue and dirt ball out there. So do we seek to council ourselves? I think not. I don't need council. I have myself for that. I can talk to myself...forever I suppose. You will need to create life to council for the betterment of this idea. For this idea to work. Oh and I'm not talking about those little 3-second memory fishes either! You need sentient life! Stuff that thinks. You know...so I can learn all of their secrets just *murmurs* like I know you wet the bed when you were first created. Or was that Joika?
And how many others will join this cadre? We need them all yes? And may our Creator, the super duper hopeless being who thought it was all right to let us design our own room just so we could fight over it...*pants*...help us if you think we can all get along. I see either ignorance or supreme confidence...errrrr....or are you hungry? Maybe it's all the gas around here? When was the last time you created something that didn't smell like the gates of chaos? Yes, that's it. You're chaotic. That's why you built this. Look at all this chaos! It'll never stop. The burning...the exploding...the SMELLS! How can you stand this place? That's it! I'm leaving.
*and with another grand fizzle, Illu departs the smelly chaotic brightness*

Anyway, let me know how I can help (says a disembodied voice)


Ruse or Lose!

[HalfTangible]

...So, I'm not getting an answer on the ninja prostitutes then? The bloody god muttered, wiping some of the blood constantly on his chest onto the breeches. He chuckled. Heh heh. It comes right back.

[Lady Serpentine]

[The Heart of the Sun]

"At present, aside from us, nothing capable of becoming either of those exists, much less something that can be both. So it would likely be more fruitful to table such discussion until something is, which I suspect will be be soon."

Turning her second head back to Osramus, she smiled, and shrugged, with her lower set of arms, the ones not around Joika. "I have no tests for you, and as my sister has joined you, I will as well. I was simply informing those who might have been swayed for no other reason that appearance is not a good indicator of leadership abilities."

Starting AP: 10

Join Pantheon (-1 AP): The Godly Court

[Saidoro]

The newborn Rasotos rose to his feet. He was a tall humanoid covered in thick armor plates which he wore like they were weightless. Though he had not yet reacted to his surroundings he had been listening to the debate as he gathered his strength.
As my mother and aunt so too will I join.
Rasotos then looked around as though uncertain of his next move. He had been pulled suddenly into this strange existence and had no sense of purpose, or even of self prior to a few moments ago.
Starting AP:15
-1 Join Pantheon(Godly Court)
Ending AP:14

[ChrisClark13]

Heart of the Sun

Arrus raised a shining, golden claw. "I will join too." He then looks around at those gathered.
"So what's our first order of business? If you don't need me right now I'll be off creating things." He spread his wings.

10 AP
1 AP Join Pantheon: Godly Court

[Ruse]

Welcome to the plane of Sod Ashlaya
Yes I know it’s difficult to see. That’s the point. Not everything should be out in the open for everyone to see that that ninny Orsa-mammy. So I could be just around that tiny rock there and you would have a hard time seeing me if I was the sneaky type…which I might be. And that purplish light is a sun…the color must be some sort of weird refraction from the outer boundaries of this plane (5AP). But here I am and you are not…Wait…there’s NOTHING HERE! How am I supposed to learn anything with nothing? I need eyes! I need ears! I need *Achooo!* And Illu created his first minions. 10-legged spiders with 10 eyes in shades of black, red, or purple in sizes from a tiny speck to as large as a hand. What!?!? This is not what I was thinking of at all! You’re barely sentient! (1AP) How are we supposed to converse? Converse? Talk?
Illu begins to rub his eyes…then one hand moves down to scratch his butt. “Thinking…Thinking…” Then a 3rd hand reaches over to scratch his head. Yes, thank you. A little to the left please. Ahhh. So where was I?
“You mean where were we.” (1AP)
“Yes, we were very busy just now.”
“Creating life.”
“Creating sentient life.”
“Shall we try again?”
“Yes. Do you think 2 heads are better than one?”
“Certainly! Especially if those minds are ours…errrr or mine…or are they yours?”
“Either way we have a lot of work to do. Everyone has been very busy on that material plane. We should do something too.”
“Yes, excellent idea!”
“We need workers! To build something! To see things. To see the horrors of the world.”
“This world or that one with the watery stuff those 3 sisters are all weepy over?”
“Why not both?”
“Excellent!
“OK something intelligent.”
“Something that can build.”
“And see.”
“And listen”
“To tell us their secrets.”
“Lets try and be creative this time please.”
“Well I created you didn’t I? Or did you create me??”
“Ok so we need something sentient. How about some bipedal thing?”
“Excellent. It will need to see so how about a single large multifaceted eye in the front.”
“And hair since there is hardly anything to kill to cover up oneself.”
“And wings! So they can fly of course. And if we want them to build, they’ll need to be strong; and have some sort of brain in their heads.”
“And we shall name it…a Mape (2AP).”
“The males will be the smaller and the females larger.”
“Why that?”
“I’m not sure why. It’s just an inkling I have.”
“Why would a God have an inkling?”
“Nevermind all that! Now, let’s send some of these things out the material plane. Now go…shoo. We want to know what is happening and what my brothers and sisters are up to. You others get to work. I need someplace to live. Yes, make it out of cobwebs if you need to. And YoU! Stop eating all of the spiders! We need some of those for dinner.”

Ruse or Lose!
6/15 AP left

[Doc Kraken]

Heart of the Sun

Arrus raised a shining, golden claw. "I will join too." He then looks around at those gathered.
"So what's our first order of business? If you don't need me right now I'll be off creating things." He spread his wings.

10 AP
1 AP Join Pantheon: Godly Court


Heart of the Sun

"I would assume that is indeed our first order of business, my scaly friend." Belaran smiled. "We have a whole world to fill up, after all. As the sisters have implied, perhaps we should begin by creating something capable of appreciating it? Birds and fish are all very well, but I don't think they truly see our purpose here."


The crow on his shoulder let out a harsh call, shuffling its feet back and forth. He rapped it smartly on the beak.

"Quiet, now. This is important."

[Darklady2831]

Heart of the Sun

Melaira watched as her sisters joined Orsamus's court. She looked at Orsamus, and then nodded slightly. "As my sisters have joined you, so shall I." She said, reaching out and joining this court of gods. When Belaran spoke, she looked at him, eyeing the crow with disdain. Ugly birds, the crows. They were mere maggots in comparison to her lovely Ravens.

10 AP - 1 AP = 9 AP
Join Pantheon - The Godly Court

Three Sisters and their Child

Melaira smiled at her sisters, gesturing to the world below. "I have been struck with inspiration, Sisters. I ask that you aid me in the creation of the first mortals! A race with many tribes, one to follow each of us."

[HalfTangible]

[The Heart of the Sun]

"At present, aside from us, nothing capable of becoming either of those exists, much less something that can be both. So it would likely be more fruitful to table such discussion until something is, which I suspect will be be soon."

Volk was quiet for a moment before his face began to slowly split into a wide, maniacal grin. A low chuckle began in his throat before it grew into full-bodied laughter, echoing around the sun.

Thank you for that very specific idea. I'm stealing it. YOINK! He left.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Barrabus, Heart of the Sun

Barrabus extended his own acceptance of this divine pact, power flowing from his rich form, "I concur, we are strong together. But I am also eager to return to my work."

7AP=8AP-1AP Join Pantheon

[ChrisClark13]

Barrabus, Heart of the Sun

Barrabus extended his own acceptance of this divine pact, power flowing from his rich form, "I concur, we are strong together. But I am also eager to return to my work."

7AP=8AP-1AP Join Pantheon

Arrus, Heart of the Sun

Arrus nods. "Since we all seem to be leaving to create things, I say we meet again after we have all made races that are capable of 'appreciating' the world around them." He flapped his wings and returned to the Planet, circling it from space as he flew. He thought for a while about what kind of race he wished to make, but decided he would wait until the others gods had made some races of their own.

[Ruse]

[The Plane of Sod Ashlaya]

“Were we a bit hasty?”
“In what?”
“Building this plane.”
“Why do you ask?”
“Because we’re lost!! We can’t find the home the spiders and Mape’s built!”
“Well the good news is that is we can’t find our way, nobody else can.”
“Well that’s logical. We would not want uninvited guests. But how do we solve our current dilemma?”
“Maybe we should ask them.”
“Ask the spiders?”
“Why not? We’ve created them. I hardly think we would have created something so perfect a spy and then not be able to communicate with it somehow.”
“Agreed. So how do they communicate? Clicks? Clacks?”
“How about intricate weavings?”
“Of course! Just pick one up and ask it to weave us the right direction.”
“Ahhh the wicked thing bit me! Who gave it pointy parts?”
“That may have been me. I thought it should have some measure of defense.”
“Acceptable. But am starting to think we should part ways. Perhaps one of us should reside in the material plane?"
"Uhhhh"
"So little spider, which way is home?”

Ruse or Lose!
6/15 AP left

[HalfTangible]

Slaves

In order to hunt for slaves, you need something to hunt, and lots of them. Volk looked at his own form - two arms, two legs, a head, some hair, compact muscles. He laughed - it would do. He took some blood from the constantly renewed supply on his chest and rained it down on the world below. On each landmass came beings made in the image of Volk. Within them, Volk instilled a deep need to be subservient - intentionally, however, he left WHAT the person was subservient to up to the person: whether they served an ideal, a person, an entire race, a lover...

Some of the humans, he gifted with innate magical powers. Some could teleport, others could talk to animals. Some could change their faces and shape, others could ensnare hearts with but a word.

And the war god did laugh at the ridiculousness of his first creation.

15AP
Create Sentient Life (Human) 2AP
Create Greater Life (Outsider) 3AP
Create Advanced Concept (Ninjas) 2AP
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8AP

Human - Humans. Boring, dull, ordinary human beings. Created to be a slave race, though Volk purposely gave them a desire to escape slavery and be "free" that makes the hunt more interesting. Extremely common, due to the fact that they are stronger in groups and know it.

Outsider - A sub-race of humanity with some innate magical abilities. These abilities are generally mild and random, though they are often useful for being a ninja, being a prostitute, or both. Some Outsiders have many powers, and some could be considered superheros in their own right. Some examples of these magical powers include short ranged teleport (Blinking), mild pyrokinesis, enchantment, the ability to muffle sounds, and shape-shifting. Rarer than humans, but not uncommon. (Say, 1 in every 10 or 20 humans is actually an Outsider)

Ninjas - Elite humans that work as spies and assassins. The exact details of the job vary from human society to human society, but the basic gist is to use stealth, cunning and theatricality mixed with your own skills as a human or powers as an Outsider to defeat your foes as well as intimidate them. When ninjas want to increase their numbers, instead of hiring from the populace (which would be much easier and make much more sense) they use the children of other ninjas, creating an entirely separate class of human

[Snowfire]

Ceryna curled into the soft, fuzzy spot that her mother had made for her, and listened intently - her young face scrunching up in concentration as she tries to understand. Then she nodded slowly, her face twitching in an almost-smile.

I...I can try mommies. She said quietly.

The young goddess remained quiet throughout the meeting, but gasped in surprise when she felt her own power flowing alongside her mother’s into the union of strength. It brought them closer...that was nice. Warm and comforting and yet...strange. Some of those within...she did not like. But her mommies would keep her safe. Even witch-mommy.

She giggled as her awareness split, then hissed in sudden pain as the duality of awareness proved too much for her young mind. Mommies alone on water-mommies ocean or mommies in too-bright warm place...

Mommies alone. All the new people were too much.

She slipped out of existence on Kansheri-in-the-sun, and smiled as the pain vanished. Being in two places at once was just...fiddly. Maybe when she was older. She would be able to do it then. Definitely. Pinky-promise-never-lie. There, she was - oh wait! Mommies were talking! Ceryna giggled as the sunlight danced on her skin, then she perked up as her mommies' conversation turned to creation.

Oh! Oh! She said, clapping her hands in excitement. And I can make pretty things for them! She cried happily, all previous fear forgotten - at least for now.

Join Pantheon (The Godly Court): 10 - 1 = 9 AP

Pantheon: 9 + 1 = 10 AP

10 AP remaining.

[Dimonite]

Slaves

In order to hunt for slaves, you need something to hunt, and lots of them. Volk looked at his own form - two arms, two legs, a head, some hair, compact muscles. He laughed - it would do. He took some blood from the constantly renewed supply on his chest and rained it down on the world below. On each landmass came beings made in the image of Volk. Within them, Volk instilled a deep need to be subservient - intentionally, however, he left WHAT the person was subservient to up to the person: whether they served an ideal, a person, an entire race, a lover...

Some of the humans, he gifted with innate magical powers. Some could teleport, others could talk to animals. Some could change their faces and shape, others could ensnare hearts with but a word.

And the war god did laugh at the ridiculousness of his first creation.

15AP
Create Sentient Life (Human) 2AP
Create Greater Life (Outsider) 3AP
Create Advanced Concept (Ninjas) 2AP
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8AP

Human - Humans. Boring, dull, ordinary human beings. Created to be a slave race, though Volk purposely gave them a desire to escape slavery and be "free" that makes the hunt more interesting. Extremely common, due to the fact that they are stronger in groups and know it.

Outsider - A sub-race of humanity with some innate magical abilities. These abilities are generally mild and random, though they are often useful for being a ninja, being a prostitute, or both. Some Outsiders have many powers, and some could be considered superheros in their own right. Some examples of these magical powers include short ranged teleport (Blinking), mild pyrokinesis, enchantment, the ability to muffle sounds, and shape-shifting. Rarer than humans, but not uncommon. (Say, 1 in every 10 or 20 humans is actually an Outsider)

Ninjas - Elite humans that work as spies and assassins. The exact details of the job vary from human society to human society, but the basic gist is to use stealth, cunning and theatricality mixed with your own skills as a human or powers as an Outsider to defeat your foes as well as intimidate them. When ninjas want to increase their numbers, instead of hiring from the populace (which would be much easier and make much more sense) they use the children of other ninjas, creating an entirely separate class of human



Issomi did see what Volk had wrought, and found them... fun. Many became food for his creatures of decay, as life in the land of death would never be easy. Growing bored of watching the humans, Issomi left his land to find their creator.

"Where are you, brother?" He calls out to Volk.
"I would speak to you!"

[HalfTangible]

Issomi did see what Volk had wrought, and found them... fun. Many became food for his creatures of decay, as life in the land of death would never be easy. Growing bored of watching the humans, Issomi left his land to find their creator.

"Where are you, brother?" He calls out to Volk.
"I would speak to you!"

BARK!

Volk barked in his wolf form, directly behind Issomi. He fell over laughing at his own joke made in poor taste before pulling himself back up, human again. He smoothed down the dead animal skins he used for pants and smirked at his 'brother'. What is it?

[Novaix]

Heart of the Sun
Orion adjusted his jacket, looking up towards the god of the sun. "I don't see any reason not to join - you seem trustworthy enough, and a decent enough guy. See to it you don't disappoint, eh?" The star god chuckled, smiling.

He turned towards Belaran next, tilting his head and furrowing his brow. "I fail to see why it's such an odd choice. There's no reason anywhere else might be better, and it's impressive to boot."

The star god shrugged, floating backwards to join his mother and... mothers? Aunts? Not to mention his sister/cousin... mother and sister had a better ring to it, he felt.
15AP
Join Pantheon: The Godly Court. -1AP
14AP+1PAP

[Saidoro]

Rasotos left the heart of the sun, leaving a shard of himself behind to bear witness to the court. He hardly seemed to notice the shard's creation, simply walking off and leaving his double in his place.
The god had decided that if he was to continue he must have a purpose, and with that goal in mind he floated down to the planet's surface, born aloft by his divine power. Upon landing he walked for a while and came across a village of the newly created humans and saw that each of them had a purpose of their own. The baker made bread, the smith worked metal and the farmers gathered grain. For a time he simply watched them, hoping he would see a purpose he could take as his own.

[Doc Kraken]

The Brass-Bound Book, Verse Thirteen

And as the rest of the Creator's children did begin great workings of their own, so did Belaran begin to create his own. For a fire was in him, one that would not be quenched, fueled by his desire to see the creatures of the world raised to greater and greater forms...

Heart of the Sun

"Time marches on, my kin. I'm not one for sitting around..."

Before his crow could so much as twitch, Belaran had plucked three feathers from its wings. Chuckling at the bird's squawked indignation, he snapped the prizes in two before casting them into the air. Rather than falling to the ground, they drifted up and out of the chamber, miraculously untouched by the sun's heat. The crow followed swiftly after, cawing noisily. Belaran closed his eyes, weaving the threads of divine power, crafting a tiny part of himself about his pet as he returned it to the world below. He shook his head.

"What an odd sensation."

Mortal World, Above the Western Continent

Belaran was at the heart of the sun, in his brother's throne room. Belaran clung to the back of his crow, only a few inches tall. And in both places, he laughed with the simple joy of life. He pointed, spotting the broken feathers floating down to the earth below.

"Closer, bring us closer! This is something we should be present for!"

As each piece of feather drifted to the ground, they expanded, growing larger and larger until they blocked out the sun's light. Unnoticed by the Inquisitive One, the strange creatures Volk had brought to this continent cried out in terror and cowered. But long before the feathers came close, they splintered into dust and fragments, drifting upon the wind. Wherever one of these shards touched the ground, it sprouted into a short, dark-eyed creature, in form not unlike their creator. Belaran smiled as he watched them scurry about, calling out with excitement and wonder.

"Clever hands, to craft marvels not yet thought of. Strong hearts, to wander a world yet unknown. Wise minds, to know when sense is to be called for. Not bad for a first effort, if I do say so myself. Six great families, each made with half a feather...halflings, I think I'll call them."


Start AP: 11

Create Life: Sentient Life (Halflings - three-foot-tall humanoids, driven by an innate curiosity, inquisitiveness, and a desire to know the world about them. Due to the circumstances of their creation, they feel a strong connection with birds. Currently scattered across the western continent in six loose-knit familial tribes.) - 2 AP

End AP: 9

[Dimonite]

BARK!

Volk barked in his wolf form, directly behind Issomi. He fell over laughing at his own joke made in poor taste before pulling himself back up, human again. He smoothed down the dead animal skins he used for pants and smirked at his 'brother'. What is it?



"While I loathe the Sun Lord, I do not wish to be separate from all of my siblings," Issomi says calmly, the bare bones of his left hand crackling.

"In fact, I feel a connection with you that is... absent with most other things. I propose that we join together to create a cycle of conflict and death for all eternity. Let the race I now create war eternally with your people as a sign of that goal!"

With that, Issomi strikes the earth with his skeletal arm, sending shards of rock across the land. When these shards land, they grow into facsimiles of Issomi himself. (Not sure I've ever actually described him, so...) Their skins are a patchwork of red and black, their left arms skeletal, and their heads are covered with small horns. In the center of their chests are poison glands, which feed into the spikes on the knuckles of their right hand.

Start: 3 AP
Create Greater Race: (3 AP)
End: 0 AP

[HalfTangible]

"While I loathe the Sun Lord, I do not wish to be separate from all of my siblings," Issomi says calmly, the bare bones of his left hand crackling.

"In fact, I feel a connection with you that is... absent with most other things. I propose that we join together to create a cycle of conflict and death for all eternity. Let the race I now create war eternally with your people as a sign of that goal!"

With that, Issomi strikes the earth with his skeletal arm, sending shards of rock across the land. When these shards land, they grow into facsimiles of Issomi himself. (Not sure I've ever actually described him, so...) Their skins are a patchwork of red and black, their left arms skeletal, and their heads are covered with small horns. In the center of their chests are poison glands, which feed into the spikes on the knuckles of their right hand.

Start: 3 AP
Create Greater Race: (3 AP)
End: 0 AP

Volk chuckled. I haven't MADE my chosen people yet! He pointed down at a group of humans and an Outsider, fishing down below on the mortal plane, and mockingly laughed at them. They are to be SLAVES to the whims of my race and the gods! The Outsiders are there to make things interesting. He grinned, his canine-filled mouth dripping blood. Though if you want to war with the children of Volk once i make them as opposed to an alliance, that is fine.

[Dimonite]

Volk chuckled. I haven't MADE my chosen people yet! He pointed down at a group of humans and an Outsider, fishing down below on the mortal plane, and mockingly laughed at them. They are to be SLAVES to the whims of my race and the gods! The Outsiders are there to make things interesting. He grinned, his canine-filled mouth dripping blood. Though if you want to war with the children of Volk once i make them as opposed to an alliance, that is fine.



Issomi cackles; a cold, mirthless sound.
"Not opposed to an alliance, my brother. AS an alliance. You, as I, feed off death and combat. The deaths of our followers would be beautiful to behold."

[HalfTangible]

Issomi cackles; a cold, mirthless sound.
"Not opposed to an alliance, my brother. AS an alliance. You, as I, feed off death and combat. The deaths of our followers would be beautiful to behold."

Volk cocked an eyebrow, frowning now. Yes, but the mortals we make will not. Have some practicality: certainly, it would be more fun to watch the war and death god's beings slaughter one another, pillaging each other's villages, eating each other's children and volating their women just to show how evil they are... He got a wistful, chuckling look in his eye. He laughed at the mental image. But you and I are not the only ones who are going to make mortals. If we attack one another, it will leave us both too weak to fend off the coming storm of our enemies. A dark glint entered his eye. But if both our mortal races slaughtered the others' mortals races, we would grow stronger AND they would grow weaker as a tide of death and blood washed over them.

[Dimonite]

Volk cocked an eyebrow, frowning now. Yes, but the mortals we make will not. Have some practicality: certainly, it would be more fun to watch the war and death god's beings slaughter one another, pillaging each other's villages, eating each other's children and volating their women just to show how evil they are... He got a wistful, chuckling look in his eye. He laughed at the mental image. But you and I are not the only ones who are going to make mortals. If we attack one another, it will leave us both too weak to fend off the coming storm of our enemies. A dark glint entered his eye. But if both our mortal races slaughtered the others' mortals races, we would grow stronger AND they would grow weaker as a tide of death and blood washed over them.



"Very well brother; I like the way you think. Our races shall join forces to destroy those who would oppose us; ESPECIALLY the Warden. But the pillaging, child-eating, and violating is definitely going to happen at least once.

[HalfTangible]

"Very well brother; I like the way you think. Our races shall join forces to destroy those who would oppose us; ESPECIALLY the Warden. But the pillaging, child-eating, and violating is definitely going to happen at least once.

Yesssss - that should be enough blood for me to take a bath!!

[Mynxae]

Three Sisters and their Child

Melaira smiled at her sisters, gesturing to the world below. "I have been struck with inspiration, Sisters. I ask that you aid me in the creation of the first mortals! A race with many tribes, one to follow each of us."


Ceryna curled into the soft, fuzzy spot that her mother had made for her, and listened intently - her young face scrunching up in concentration as she tries to understand. Then she nodded slowly, her face twitching in an almost-smile.

I...I can try mommies. She said quietly.

The young goddess remained quiet throughout the meeting, but gasped in surprise when she felt her own power flowing alongside her mother’s into the union of strength. It brought them closer...that was nice. Warm and comforting and yet...strange. Some of those within...she did not like. But her mommies would keep her safe. Even witch-mommy.

She giggled as her awareness split, then hissed in sudden pain as the duality of awareness proved too much for her young mind. Mommies alone on water-mommies ocean or mommies in too-bright warm place...

Mommies alone. All the new people were too much.

She slipped out of existence on Kansheri-in-the-sun, and smiled as the pain vanished. Being in two places at once was just...fiddly. Maybe when she was older. She would be able to do it then. Definitely. Pinky-promise-never-lie. There, she was - oh wait! Mommies were talking! Ceryna giggled as the sunlight danced on her skin, then she perked up as her mommies' conversation turned to creation.

Oh! Oh! She said, clapping her hands in excitement. And I can make pretty things for them! She cried happily, all previous fear forgotten - at least for now.

Join Pantheon (The Godly Court): 10 - 1 = 9 AP

Pantheon: 9 + 1 = 10 AP

10 AP remaining.

Joika nodded as she swirled the water around her, healing anything that may have been damaged from her moment of labour. "My division of our creation shall be able to breathe the water itself and shall live under the sea. And perhaps one day I may ask them to assist me in a role of great importance. But nonetheless, let us get creating sisters!" she said somberly.

Start AP: 4.

Create Magical Life AP1: Joika joins in with her sisters to create Elves.

End AP: 3.

[Darklady2831]

Melaira smiled to Ceryna, tousling the young Goddess's hair. She began to speak, long flowing syllables that strung together elegantly. "Be as fair as the Goddesses, so that mortals may gaze upon you in awe."* She began to weave her hands about in intricate ways, gathering the winds of Power to her. "Be as swift as the wind, so that you may always be where you need." * The Raven Queen's hair started to blow in an invisible breeze, her magic spell nearing completion. "Be as long lived as the trees, so that you may watch as the world grows, and grow with it." * Melaira finished her intricate weaving, ending her sentance, she closed her eyes, hands outstretched, holding a matrix of incandescant light together. She released it, mixing it in with her Sister's contributions, aiding them in the creation of the Elves.

9 AP - 1 AP = 8 AP
1 AP Create Magical Life - Sea, Dark, and ??? Elves

* - Translated from Elvish

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Barrabus, Heart of the Sun

Barrabus watched as the many gods gathered... and then dispersed to the world of earth. "I have joined this court of yours Osramus but now I, like those others, desire to return to the world and continue my works. I hope you take no offense at my leaving, but I have much work to do."

Barrabus Continent Crater

So saying, the elemental god sunk into himself, and re-appeared where he had left. But because he was lord of all the earth and stone, he knew this was not the only land upon which to stand above the seas.

He realized now what it was his work had been missing. There was a world above the land, in air and in water, but there was no livable world below the earth. Barrabus would fix this imbalance.

Reaching with his divine power through the earth below the two continents that existed, and created huge systems of tunnels and massive caves below them, connected to the surface through caves and other openings to the world above.

He was glad to see his own unique world begin to form in this way, but he wanted to extend it all over the world, and just to cover the two continents had taken a fair amount of his ability. He would need some help.

He saw the other gods had created various creatures that lived on the world, and Barrabus decided he would make something to help him as well, but it would need to be much more powerful than any of the mortal beasts he had seen if it was going to aid in his creation of the Underdark.

From within himself, he drew forth a piece of his divine spark, and molded it into a great living beast. Its flesh would be resistant to even the worst of pressure, heat, cold, or any other form of opposition the world might throw at it in the course of its task. It had a long muscular body, with powerful limbs ending in single digging claws, and spikes lining its sides with this muscles that help it dig through the earth.

This would be his aid in creating the Underdark, his faithful pet, he would name it The Cthonian. As soon as it was created, Barrabus whispered his commands to his faithful creature, and the massive beast began to burrow deep beneath the sea-floor, to spread and connect the two continents Underdark networks together.

0AP=7AP-2AP Forge Land: Create Underdark under the two continents -5AP Create Relic: The Cthonian, a massive, immortal creature faithful only to Barrabus, the Cthonians only purpose (right now) is to dig, and spread the underdark all over the world.

It looks like this
http://brenthollowell.deviantart.com/art/CF60-Volcanic-Tunneler-sketches-wips-325015988
http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=tunneler&offset=48#/d5di80t

[Dimonite]

Yesssss - that should be enough blood for me to take a bath!!

"Shall I allow my children to whet their claws on the humans, then? After all, they look so... ripe for the slaughter."

[HalfTangible]

"Shall I allow my children to whet their claws on the humans, then? After all, they look so... ripe for the slaughter."

If ya want. He waved an arm dismissively. Just don't wipe them out, I need 'em to brutalize and treat as lower than wolf s*** to demonstrate how sadistic I am.

[Dimonite]

If ya want. He waved an arm dismissively. Just don't wipe them out, I need 'em to brutalize and treat as lower than wolf s*** to demonstrate how sadistic I am.



"Then let the humans know the meaning of pointless murder." Issomi gestures, and human populations across the land are terrorized by his creations.
"But what to call my creations?" Issomi mused. "Perhaps... the Morstygii. Yes, that has a nice ring to it. The Morstygii they shall be.

[Ruse]

Creation of the Wandering Islands

Something is different. You can’t quite place your finger on it but the Material Plane has a new addition. Somewhere, wandering between continents, are the chain of islands called…well it doesn’t really matter since you’ll never find it. (2AP)
On this mysterious island are new lifeforms. They are called the Kwarehg. (3AP) They are strong in body and mind. They wear their armor as if it was a second skin; because it is. Their minds follow in the path of their creator before the great impact. They use illusion to see into each other’s thoughts. They use these abilities to keep the islands hidden at all times. They have the ability to see into a foreign creature’s mind to read, destroy, learn, or create false thoughts and memories; even its worst fears. As individuals, they should be feared. As a group, only the strongest would survive against them. They use the Mogs as labor on the islands…among other things.

[HalfTangible]

"Then let the humans know the meaning of pointless murder." Issomi gestures, and human populations across the land are terrorized by his creations.
"But what to call my creations?" Issomi mused. "Perhaps... the Morstygii. Yes, that has a nice ring to it. The Morstygii they shall be.

As the Morstygii began to assault and terrorize the humans, Volk smirked with amusement. Then he gasped with surprise and laughed, facepalming. Oh I am so stupid - i forgot to make a tub for my blood bath!

[Elricaltovilla]

Vetasz looked at the assembled gods, and turned to his brother Osramus.

THE WORLD BELOW IS A PLACE FILLED WITH EVILS. THE CORRUPTION IS ALREADY PRESENT IN ITS MOMENT OF CREATION. BROTHER MINE, I WOULD ASK YOUR PERMISSION TO DRAFT A SET OF LAWS BY WHICH THE CORRUPTION CAN BE CONTROLLED AND THOSE WHO SPREAD IT MAY BE PUNISHED.

[Xondoure]

Osramus nodded to Vestasz. "Let it be so. Though if other members of the Godly Court take issue with your proclamation they to shall be heard, and a decision reached together here in the halls of the sun."

[Darklady2831]

Heart of the Sun

Melaira rolled her eyes at Vetasz. She waved her hand dismissively, "You see corruption where I see freedom, oh little warden." the Raven Queen did not like this Vetasz, not at all. She turned to Orsamus "I object to the creation of these rules, in that they destroy freedoms and restrict creativity."

Empty Lands, they're Empty

Melaira looked upon the vast ocean world below, its wandering isles, its two rocky continents. They were small, too small to support the things she wished for her Dark Elves. Thus, she began to shape the land. Her magic shifted the tectonic plates, causing enormous swathes of land to rise up from the sea. Then she heaved up enormous chunks of rock and dirt, creating mountains. Two mountain chains created a valley, in which the Raven Queen placed seeds, which grew and grew into enormous trees.

To the west of the mountains, Melaira created a large, scalding desert. Dunes piled high, winds that whipped along, and few spotted oases completed it. To the west of the desert, she grew more trees, smaller this time, and spread out more.

When she finished, and let grasslands grow and spread where she had not acted, the Raven Queen took her portion of the Elves, setting them down upon the new Land, which she named Valorim. Then, she used her magic to transport a large group of the "Humans" to the continent, intending for them to be prey to the Dark Elves.

8 AP + 5 AP (4 AP + 1 PAP) = 13 AP - 3 AP - 3 AP = 7 AP
Forge Land x 2 - Create and shape Valorim, the Continental home of the Dark Elves.

[Elricaltovilla]

Heart of the Sun



Melaira rolled her eyes at Vetasz. She waved her hand dismissively, "You see corruption where I see freedom, oh little warden." the Raven Queen did not like this Vetasz, not at all. She turned to Orsamus "I object to the creation of these rules, in that they destroy freedoms and restrict creativity."


Since when did a Warden ever listen to the wishes of his prisoners? Powerful though she may be, even the Raven Queen was one of Vetasz charges. She could rail against him all she wanted, but he would stand firm as a bastion against the growing destruction that was seeded within creation.

OBJECT ALL YOU LIKE, BUT ALREADY THE WORLD MARCHES TOWARDS ITS OWN DESTRUCTION. CAN YOU NOT FEEL IT, WITCH? THERE MUST BE ORDER, THERE MUST BE CONTROL OR EVERYTHING WILL BE LOST. DO YOU WILLINGLY SUPPORT THE CORRUPTION AND DESTRUCTION OF THIS WORLD? THEN YOU ARE AS MUCH A CRIMINAL AS THOSE WHO COMMIT THEIR DARK ACTS.

Vetasz unstrapped his tower shield and gripped it in his left hand. I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS WORLD TO FALL. IF YOU WILL HASTEN ITS END, THEN I WILL DRAG YOU TO ACALHATAR AND LEAVE YOU THERE TO ROT.

[HalfTangible]

Valorim

Volk watched the Drow enslave the humans he had created with mild interest. He didn't particularly like that some pompous, stuck-up moron had decided to steal HIS slaves instead of making some for themselves, but putting that aside it was actually pretty fun to watch. The Outsiders were literally made to be outsiders - the only group of humans capable of defending themselves, they and humans under their protection were eventually the only humans who WEREN'T enslaved. The Ninjas were able to do SOME to help their kind, but the Drow had their own such warriors, and unlike the ninjas, such agile, skilled warriors weren't specialized sects, they were standard fare.

As he watched the Drow take what they wanted, he giggled with the glee of a schoolgirl, his eyes glinting with the madness of serial killers. Oh, he didn't care what they were doing. But he couldn't just let such an offense slide - oh no.

Mortals would FEAR the name of the Bloody-pawed Hound.

Sarghress

From the forests, came the howling and baying of the the Sarghress - the chosen of Volk. From the dark of the forests, the massive wolves came to kill and slaughter. Blood ran in rivers wherever the mad beasts tread. Their teeth were like daggers, their laughs like hyenas. They cut into the Drow with all the reckless abandon of monsters possessed, taking the human slaves as their own. All the while came the laughing cries for blood.

Blood for the blood bath.

12AP
-Create Life 3AP
9AP

Sarghress
The Sarghress are Volk's chosen race. They are a species of massive wolves (large enough for a human being to ride on, though not quite as large as Volk himself) that cackle like madmen and wage war on pretty much anything that's close enough for them to hunt down. They worship Volk unconditionally, referring to him as "Alpha" for some reason. They are incredibly intelligent and just as capable of grand strategy as they are in slaughtering helpless villagers. They are cunning, ruthless, savage and incapable of doing anything brutal without laughing about it.

[Mynxae]

Heart of the Sun



Since when did a Warden ever listen to the wishes of his prisoners? Powerful though she may be, even the Raven Queen was one of Vetasz charges. She could rail against him all she wanted, but he would stand firm as a bastion against the growing destruction that was seeded within creation.

OBJECT ALL YOU LIKE, BUT ALREADY THE WORLD MARCHES TOWARDS ITS OWN DESTRUCTION. CAN YOU NOT FEEL IT, WITCH? THERE MUST BE ORDER, THERE MUST BE CONTROL OR EVERYTHING WILL BE LOST. DO YOU WILLINGLY SUPPORT THE CORRUPTION AND DESTRUCTION OF THIS WORLD? THEN YOU ARE AS MUCH A CRIMINAL AS THOSE WHO COMMIT THEIR DARK ACTS.

Vetasz unstrapped his tower shield and gripped it in his left hand. I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS WORLD TO FALL. IF YOU WILL HASTEN ITS END, THEN I WILL DRAG YOU TO ACALHATAR AND LEAVE YOU THERE TO ROT.

Heart of the Sun

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO MY SISTER LIKE THAT?" shouted Joika, her bubble boiling in rage at Vetasz's remark. She grabbed a tendril of water and swung it around like a whip, smacking it against Vetasz's cheek in outrage.

Ocean to the South-East of Valorim


Empty Lands, they're Empty

Melaira looked upon the vast ocean world below, its wandering isles, its two rocky continents. They were small, too small to support the things she wished for her Dark Elves. Thus, she began to shape the land. Her magic shifted the tectonic plates, causing enormous swathes of land to rise up from the sea. Then she heaved up enormous chunks of rock and dirt, creating mountains. Two mountain chains created a valley, in which the Raven Queen placed seeds, which grew and grew into enormous trees.

To the west of the mountains, Melaira created a large, scalding desert. Dunes piled high, winds that whipped along, and few spotted oases completed it. To the west of the desert, she grew more trees, smaller this time, and spread out more.

When she finished, and let grasslands grow and spread where she had not acted, the Raven Queen took her portion of the Elves, setting them down upon the new Land, which she named Valorim. Then, she used her magic to transport a large group of the "Humans" to the continent, intending for them to be prey to the Dark Elves.

8 AP + 5 AP (4 AP + 1 PAP) = 13 AP - 3 AP - 3 AP = 7 AP
Forge Land x 2 - Create and shape Valorim, the Continental home of the Dark Elves.

Joika watched as her sister took her portion of Elves, and took her own as Melaira created the land known as Valorim. She dove down into the depths of the ocean, over half-way down to the bottom of the ocean, she waved her arms around, freezing parts of the ocean into an icy city that would never melt that shall be forever known as Tyrannis, the Frozen City.

She gave her Sea Elves gills so they could breathe underwater but also lungs for if they had to go on land. She shaped their hands and feet so that they could better propel themselves through the water, but also the ability to change them back to their previous state if they had reason to walk on land.

Start AP: 8+1PAP.

Alter Land AP0: Joika creates Tyrannis, the Frozen City. Sea Elves are the inhabitants. (Costs no AP because of Elemental Mastery (Water))

End AP: 8+1PAP.

[Xondoure]

Heart of the Sun

"Peace Joika. There shall be no battle done in these halls. We are better than that." Osramus rumbled. Vetasz, do not be so quick to judge, freedom must be balanced with order for growth to transpire, else your rules will suffocate this world as surely as chaos will bring about its end. Come to me when you have written your mandates and I will allow Melaira to host her objections then. Thus through cooperation we may achieve the greatest result."

[Darklady2831]

Heart of the Sun

Since when did a Warden ever listen to the wishes of his prisoners? Powerful though she may be, even the Raven Queen was one of Vetasz charges. She could rail against him all she wanted, but he would stand firm as a bastion against the growing destruction that was seeded within creation.

OBJECT ALL YOU LIKE, BUT ALREADY THE WORLD MARCHES TOWARDS ITS OWN DESTRUCTION. CAN YOU NOT FEEL IT, WITCH? THERE MUST BE ORDER, THERE MUST BE CONTROL OR EVERYTHING WILL BE LOST. DO YOU WILLINGLY SUPPORT THE CORRUPTION AND DESTRUCTION OF THIS WORLD? THEN YOU ARE AS MUCH A CRIMINAL AS THOSE WHO COMMIT THEIR DARK ACTS.

Vetasz unstrapped his tower shield and gripped it in his left hand. I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS WORLD TO FALL. IF YOU WILL HASTEN ITS END, THEN I WILL DRAG YOU TO ACALHATAR AND LEAVE YOU THERE TO ROT.


Melaira glared at Vetasz, seething with rage. "If you think freedom is destruction, then you are ill, very ill. Ill in the worst of ways, your mind itself is sick and twisted." Melaira smiled gleefully as her sister slapped the Grand Warden, the look on her face saying 'you deserved that'. When Orsamus spoke, Melaira nodded. "Very well..."


Valorim

Volk watched the Drow enslave the humans he had created with mild interest. He didn't particularly like that some pompous, stuck-up moron had decided to steal HIS slaves instead of making some for themselves, but putting that aside it was actually pretty fun to watch. The Outsiders were literally made to be outsiders - the only group of humans capable of defending themselves, they and humans under their protection were eventually the only humans who WEREN'T enslaved. The Ninjas were able to do SOME to help their kind, but the Drow had their own such warriors, and unlike the ninjas, such agile, skilled warriors weren't specialized sects, they were standard fare.

As he watched the Drow take what they wanted, he giggled with the glee of a schoolgirl, his eyes glinting with the madness of serial killers. Oh, he didn't care what they were doing. But he couldn't just let such an offense slide - oh no.

Mortals would FEAR the name of the Bloody-pawed Hound.

Sarghress

From the forests, came the howling and baying of the the Sarghress - the chosen of Volk. From the dark of the forests, the massive wolves came to kill and slaughter. Blood ran in rivers wherever the mad beasts tread. Their teeth were like daggers, their laughs like hyenas. They cut into the Drow with all the reckless abandon of monsters possessed, taking the human slaves as their own. All the while came the laughing cries for blood.

Blood for the blood bath.

12AP
-Create Life 2AP
10AP

Sarghress
The Sarghress are Volk's chosen race. They are a species of massive wolves (large enough for a human being to ride on, though not quite as large as Volk himself) that cackle like madmen and wage war on pretty much anything that's close enough for them to hunt down. They worship Volk unconditionally, referring to him as "Alpha" for some reason. They are incredibly intelligent and just as capable of grand strategy as they are in slaughtering helpless villagers. They are cunning, ruthless, savage and incapable of doing anything brutal without laughing about it.

The Dark Elves did not fear these wolf-creatures, for they were chosen by the Goddess of Magic, the Raven Queen. They rallied together, forcing their slaves to serve as fodder to the Sarghress, whilst peppering them with bolts from their strange contraptions. The Dark Elf weapons were very well crafted. Blades that could split a hair, crossbows that could fire many times without reloading, and spears long enough to keep the wielder well out of harms way. One of the most insidious of weapons, the mancatcher, was a long spear shaft, with two enormous spiked prongs, which were used to catch human slaves. Another weapon of Dark Elf invention was the Greatblade, long, thick swords, at least seven feet tall, and balanced so that it was almost as easy to swing as a club. All of these weapons were crafted by Master Dark Elf Smiths, and no human was ever given one, for the humans were below the Dark Elves, and deserved only what they could find and make themselves.

In response to the increasing cunning of the Sarghess, the Dark Elves used their human slaves to build large stone settlements with walls and gates, in the mountains. These structures always had stylistic elements with many arches, spikes, and gargoyles. The Dark Elves began to settle, and this is when the Raven Queen walked among them.

7 AP - 2 AP - 1 AP = 4 AP
2 AP - Create Advanced Concept - Weaponsmithing; the Dark Elves forge themselves masterfully crafted blades, repeater crossbows, spears, and all manner of other weapon. Some of their favored weapons are Greatblades, Repeater Crossbows, and Broad-Bladed Spears. +1 to Dark Elf Combat
1 AP - Form Society: ??? - Dark Elf Society will be further defined in my next few posts, I'm just spending the AP so they can be organized and civilized now.

[HalfTangible]

Dark Elf Village

Nasaria considered herself a patient elf. She didn't whip her slaves without cause, she was stern but not overtly so on her subordinates, and listened to the problems of others with a little more than mild disinterest.

This slave, however, had frayed her patience to it's last nerve.

First, the creature had had the unbridled gall to steal a sword from one of her subordinates, yelling about how slow the "dark skinned double incisor grindtooth monkey" was an incompetent moron. He then spent half an hour being chased by her subordinate, showing an admittedly impressive display of speed and agility for one of his wretched kind. While such behavior would have earned him a great number of lashes, it was mostly just annoying, not actually a problem.

Then, however, the animal decided to cut off her private's head, drink the blood like some macabre pleasure activity, and start munching on it like a snack. As the human laughed over his prize, she noticed for the first time that his mouth was entirely full of canines. The breeches he'd pulled together from animal skins were stained with the blood of her soldier, and the human seemed to delight in covering more of it in blood.

The whole reason the human was still alive was that she had spent the last ten seconds or so, gaping-mouthed, trying to process what insanity she had just witnessed.

Ya want some? The human asked in perfect elvish, holding out the bloody head like a treat.

She roared with fury, picked up her spear and chucked it at the human.

And saw an amused glint enter his eye.

In one motion, he grabbed the spear out of the air, placed it down on the ground and used it as a makeshift catapult to fling the head at her. It smacked against her chest and, not thinking now, threw the head back at him.

He caught it, chuckling. How original. What next, rocks?

A rock did strike him in the back of the head. He blinked in surprise, staring at the rock, then looked behind him. I was kidding, why did you throw a rock? He asked as he picked up the spear and tossed it through the head of the villager who had thrown the rock. The Dark elf soldiers chose that moment to draw swords and charge the human.

Everyone was staring now as this human fool made a mockery of the town's guard. First he swept down one of the first soldiers behind him, causing the elf to fall flat on his face. Cackling now, the human grabbed onto the elf's head and used it as a balancing point to kick out with both legs, knocking two other squad members down. He grabbed the sword of the one he'd used as a balancing point and shoved it into the captain's gut. She gasped and fell over onto the human, her blood leaking onto his chest.

Volk grinned and used the corpse as a makeshift club to beat up the last squad member, laughing with reckless abandon as he revealed his godly nature, blood now freely flowing down his chest again. There were gasps around the village and the people backed up from this madman covered in magic blood.

He then sighed, resting his head on the top of the spear stuck into the ground. Well that was fun. I'm the bloody-pawed hound. Can anyone tell me where I can find an actual challenge? Or your Raven Queen? I'm bored.

[Darklady2831]

Dark Elf Village

The Villagers were struck with a mixture of terror and spite for the god amongst them, this "human" was making a mockery of their ways, and dishonoring even the other humans. When he called out for a challenge, the sky split, as a bolt of thunder came hurtling down, scorching the ground near Volk and bringing the Raven Queen face to face with the God of War and Slaughter. The Onyx Sorceress glared at Volk with disdain, as well as something else. Respect perhaps? No, well, not entirely... there was something more, something, different, in her gaze. She wasn't entirely disgusted by this man, and that was saying a lot. "Who are you to walk into my lands, slaughtering my people, disrupting their homes and works?" She asked, arcs of lightning dancing along her fingertips. "Obviously no mortal, for any real human would be terrified of my chosen. No, you smell of the wolf creatures that my chosen war against... you must be Volk... yes... the one from the Sun... So why, Volk, have you come here? To slaughter my people? Surely that can't be it."

While the Raven Queen spoke, the Dark Elves forced any slaves nearby to the ground, making them grovel before their Goddess. Nasaria hid herself, afraid of what punishment might wait her for failing to do her duty.

EDIT: Just for the record, Dark Elves don't look like Drow. They look more like steriotypical elves, but with Black, Purple, or Dark Brown hair and Purple, Red, or Orange eyes.

[Mynxae]

Heart of the Sun

Joika fumed as Osramus objected to her anger. "He deserves everything he gets if he speaks to any of my sisters like that. But I will yield, for now" she said angrily, her bubble still boiling with rage.

Tyrannis, the Frozen City

Joika noticed that when she brought her Sea Elves and created Tyrannis for them, they warred with each other and used weapons of war they created using knowledge that had been bestowed upon them by Melaira. Joika was angered by this and shouted "You shall not fight amongst yourselves! You shall be known as the Republic of Tyrannis!" at her Sea Elves, projecting her voice. As she shouted this, she weaved magic and created the Republic of Tyrannis, making the Sea Elves whole as a nation and preventing any war among themselves.

She saw how deprived they looked of new buildings to house any new Sea Elves, and gave them a great power. A power that she commanded to a great extent. But she thought that as the Sea Elves were her beloved followers, she would grant them the ability to manipulate water as she did, with great finesse and prowess. They gasped as the knowledge and power flooded into them much like the water they could now control did. As they recovered they tested their power and created a lifelike statue of Joika, complete with Water Lily in her hair, in the city square. "Aww, how lovely!" said Joika, clapping her hands in glee.

Joika noticed that as any of her Sea Elves had died, their souls just hung there, with nowhere to go. So she created the concept of the Afterlife and that once a soul had been separated from its body by death, it would return to the capital city of its race in a spiritual form, but could not influence the world around them except for conveying their knowledge to the younger generations of their race.

Start AP: 8+1PAP.

Form Society AP1: Republic of Tyrannis, The Frozen City.

Create Magical Concept AP3: Water manipulation which can be used by any of the races of Elf.

Create Legendary Concept AP5: Joika creates the Afterlife. Essentially, once a being of a race dies, their soul returns the capital city of their race (or their place of birth if there is no capital city as of yet) and cannot influence the world around them unless they are teaching and instructing the younger generations of their race the knowledge of times past. They appear as ghostly versions of their former selves.

End AP: 0.

[HalfTangible]

Dark Elf Village

The Villagers were struck with a mixture of terror and spite for the god amongst them, this "human" was making a mockery of their ways, and dishonoring even the other humans. When he called out for a challenge, the sky split, as a bolt of thunder came hurtling down, scorching the ground near Volk and bringing the Raven Queen face to face with the God of War and Slaughter. The Onyx Sorceress glared at Volk with disdain, as well as something else. Respect perhaps? No, well, not entirely... there was something more, something, different, in her gaze. She wasn't entirely disgusted by this man, and that was saying a lot. "Who are you to walk into my lands, slaughtering my people, disrupting their homes and works?" She asked, arcs of lightning dancing along her fingertips. "Obviously no mortal, for any real human would be terrified of my chosen. No, you smell of the wolf creatures that my chosen war against... you must be Volk... yes... the one from the Sun... So why, Volk, have you come here? To slaughter my people? Surely that can't be it."

While the Raven Queen spoke, the Dark Elves forced any slaves nearby to the ground, making them grovel before their Goddess. Nasaria hid herself, afraid of what punishment might wait her for failing to do her duty.

EDIT: Just for the record, Dark Elves don't look like Drow. They look more like steriotypical elves, but with Black, Purple, or Dark Brown hair and Purple, Red, or Orange eyes.

I have blood. From no discernible source. Dripping. Down. My chest. Of course I'm not human!! Volk laughed and stood. Two reasons I'm here actually, but the immediate one is, yes, I was bored and wanted to slaughter some of your people for fun... Ya want some? He held out the head of the dark elf, dripping blood onto the ground.

After all, 'snot like you get to be pissed off about it. He gestured with his thumb at the human slaves being forced to grovel before the goddess. YOU took MY slaves and whipped them into fearful submission without asking first.

[Doc Kraken]

The Heart of the Sun

Belaran spared little thought for the argument between the Warden and the Sisters, although he did keep an ear open for the former's "decrees". Such promises worried him greatly. For now, however, his attention was below, with the halflings...

The Western Continent

They talked, but told no stories. They sang, but the words meant nothing. They called their land Eiren, but did not comprehend the existence of others. They walked, but did not journey. Truly, Belaran's people were little better than the humans they shared the land with. As he watched their lives, he felt an ever-stronger connection with the little mortals. Truly, they were but newborns, just as he was but without the guiding influence of the Creator to mold them. All they needed was a helping hand, one to steer them in the right direction...

The Brass-Bound Book, Verse Fourteen

And so did Belaran the Traveler go among his children, and say unto each of them "Why do you wander aimlessly?". And the halflings did reply "Is this not what you wish?". And Belaran took the greatest of each of the six great families, and said, "All wandering must have a purpose. You shall guide your people upon their journeys. You shall shelter and protect them as I have sheltered and protected you. To each of you, I give the crown and title of Journeylord, and you shall wear it proudly and pass it only to those you consider worthy upon your death. For there shall only be one mortal with power and responsibility above yours."

Then did Belaran go, not to the cleverest or the bravest or the one who had wandered the farthest, but a halfling girl-child who had just returned from a hard journey, bearing the leaves of a certain tree. And the Traveler spoke unto her, and said "You chose a long path, and have come home the worse for wear. Why is this?" And the girl-child looked fearlessly upon him, and said...

"Granda Murdog said there was no such thing as a redleaf tree! An elder ought to know better!" Jaw quivering with righteous indignation, she thrust a handful of badly-battered crimson leaves at him. Belaran took one from her, twirling idly between his fingers as he considered her statement.

"And do you think...that you could teach him so?"

At this, the girl's face fell. She kicked at the ground, muttering. "All he does is sit around all day and complain...won't listen to anyone. Ma says there's no teaching them who won't learn."

"A wise woman, your mother." Belaran smiled, and stretched out a hand. "I intend to make it so all will learn, and I believe that you may be the one to show them how. What I offer is not power akin to mine, nor is it immortality or wealth unending. I can give you long life and the tools to guide your kin, but you must still make your own way in the world. Do you accept?"

Hesitantly, the halfling nodded her head in assent, closing her eyes against the sudden light that emitted from Belaran's hand. And thus was born the legend of Keral Murdog, the Guide.

Start AP: 9+4 for Rollover+3 for Pantheon Rollover

Gain Ability: Kingmaker (-5 AP)

Raise Hero: Keral Murdog (-1 AP)

Raise Legend: Keral Murdog (-3 AP)

Form Society: Keral Murdog shapes halfling society in a manner pleasing to both her and her god. Overall, it is still split into six loosely-connected tribes. The Journeylord sits at the head of each Great Family, as they are known, and wields a considerable amount of political power. Successors to the post are handpicked. Each Great Family differs in the specifics of its government below the Journeylord, but all have some manner of council of representatives to advise them. Each council meets in the center of their chosen territory once a month to discuss matters of policy, and the Journeylords meet at the center of the continent once a year to do the same. As a whole, halfling society is still little different from their nomadic hunter-gatherer roots, but it is far more organized.

End AP: 7

[Darklady2831]

I have blood. From no discernible source. Dripping. Down. My chest. Of course I'm not human!! Volk laughed and stood. Two reasons I'm here actually, but the immediate one is, yes, I was bored and wanted to slaughter some of your people for fun... Ya want some? He held out the head of the dark elf, dripping blood onto the ground.

After all, 'snot like you get to be pissed off about it. He gestured with his thumb at the human slaves being forced to grovel before the goddess. YOU took MY slaves and whipped them into fearful submission without asking first.

The Raven Queen stared at Volk for several moments, before speaking, coolly and calmly. "I took a group of Humans and gave them a home, a place to thrive. It is not my fault that my children saw their weakness and chained them. Your people are pathetic, and deserve their enslavement, for you did not give them tools enough to protect themselves." The Raven Queen snapped her fingers, uttering a short syllable in elvish, conjuring a throne of carved mahogany and velvet. She sat, crossing one of her legs over the other. She leaned to the side, propping her chin up with one of her arms. "So tell me again, why are you so enraged by the weakness of your people?"

4 AP + 2 AP (Pantheon rules were altered slightly, all who gained 1, gain 3 instead) = 6 AP

[HalfTangible]

The Raven Queen stared at Volk for several moments, before speaking, coolly and calmly. "I took a group of Humans and gave them a home, a place to thrive. It is not my fault that my children saw their weakness and chained them. Your people are pathetic, and deserve their enslavement, for you did not give them tools enough to protect themselves." The Raven Queen snapped her fingers, uttering a short syllable in elvish, conjuring a throne of carved mahogany and velvet. She sat, crossing one of her legs over the other. She leaned to the side, propping her chin up with one of her arms. "So tell me again, why are you so enraged by the weakness of your people?"

7 AP + 2 AP (Pantheon rules were altered slightly, all who gained 1, gain 3 instead) = 9 APHe laughed, holding up a palm as he doubled over. You didn't do JACK for the humans, you brought them here for your elves' sake and you know it.

"So tell me again, why are you so enraged by the weakness of your people?"

I'm not, for the humans are not my people. They're slaves, of course they'd be enslaved. I'm mad because you didn't tell me first. 'Hey Volk, I'm gonna take some of these worthless creatures you made for no reason except to BE enslaved and make them build **** for my people, okay? okay!' He arranged the bodies to serve as his own makeshift seat and sat on it, glaring at her.

Just a few more minutes... Just don't ask about the second reason... juuuuuuust long enough.

If you had done that I honestly would not care. The humans have enough strength to make the hunt interesting, no more. He grinned his sharp canines. And I killed these elves for fun, I'm not angry at all. Just annoyed. He started licking the blood off of his own hands. Seriously, you want some? They're delicious.

[Darklady2831]

He laughed, holding up a palm as he doubled over. You didn't do JACK for the humans, you brought them here for your elves' sake and you know it.

"So tell me again, why are you so enraged by the weakness of your people?"

I'm not, for the humans are not my people. They're slaves, of course they'd be enslaved. I'm mad because you didn't tell me first. 'Hey Volk, I'm gonna take some of these worthless creatures you made for no reason except to BE enslaved and make them build **** for my people, okay? okay!' He arranged the bodies to serve as his own makeshift seat and sat on it, glaring at her.

Just a few more minutes... Just don't ask about the second reason... juuuuuuust long enough.

If you had done that I honestly would not care. The humans have enough strength to make the hunt interesting, no more. He grinned his sharp canines. And I killed these elves for fun, I'm not angry at all. Just annoyed. He started licking the blood off of his own hands. Seriously, you want some? They're delicious.

The Raven Queen scowled, flicking her finger and making the Dark Elf head Volk was holding dissolve into a puddle of acid. "Very well... I am sorry I did not ask you first." Then Melaira smirked, leaning forward in her seat. "So why did you REALLY, come here?"

Heart of the Sun

Melaira, finished with her business in the sun, vanished.

Negora, the Empress of the Elves

Melaira took the form of a young Dark Elf woman, walking through the darkened streets of Negora, the largest city in the fledgling Dark Elf nations. She smirked when she saw the countless multitude of human slaves drudging along, building towers and shops for their Dark Elf masters. Eventually, she came to a barracks. Entering, she was quickly stopped by two burly Dark Elf males. An angry glare and a quick glance at the Amulet she wore made the guards fall to their knees in apology. Melaira walked past them, scoffing at the idiocy of the guards. Afterwards, she looked at her Amulet. Apparently, she was the daughter of the Matriarch of one of the five Noble Houses that were vying for control of the fledgling empire.

The Raven Queen sought out the Noble Mansion, and found it easily. Striding in, she met with the Matriarch, and revealed her true nature to the stunned Elf. Taking the Matriarch by the hand, Melaira lay with the elder Dark Elf woman, blessing her with a child touched by the Raven Queen's own light. In many years, this child would come to be the greatest Queen the Elves had ever known. However, that is a story for the years to come...

6 AP - 2 AP = 4 AP
2 AP Raise Hero - The Unborn Empress - In many years, the Unborn Empress will become the first in a long line of very powerful and influential Dark Elves.

[HalfTangible]

The Raven Queen scowled, flicking her finger and making the Dark Elf head Volk was holding dissolve into a puddle of acid. "Very well... I am sorry I did not ask you first." Then Melaira smirked, leaning forward in her seat. "So why did you REALLY, come here?"

Heart of the Sun

Melaira, finished with her business in the sun, vanished.

Negora, the Empress of the Elves

Melaira took the form of a young Dark Elf woman, walking through the darkened streets of Negora, the largest city in the fledgling Dark Elf nations. She smirked when she saw the countless multitude of human slaves drudging along, building towers and shops for their Dark Elf masters. Eventually, she came to a barracks. Entering, she was quickly stopped by two burly Dark Elf males. An angry glare and a quick glance at the Amulet she wore made the guards fall to their knees in apology. Melaira walked past them, scoffing at the idiocy of the guards. Afterwards, she looked at her Amulet. Apparently, she was the daughter of the Matriarch of one of the five Noble Houses that were vying for control of the fledgling empire.

The Raven Queen sought out the Noble Mansion, and found it easily. Striding in, she met with the Matriarch, and revealed her true nature to the stunned Elf. Taking the Matriarch by the hand, Melaira lay with the elder Dark Elf woman, blessing her with a child touched by the Raven Queen's own light. In many years, this child would come to be the greatest Queen the Elves had ever known. However, that is a story for the years to come...

9 AP - 2 AP = 7 AP
2 AP Raise Hero - The Unborn Empress - In many years, the Unborn Empress will become the first in a long line of very powerful and influential Dark Elves.

Personally I wanted to meet with Raven Queen I've heard so much about. He grinned slyly and winked. She sounded positively divine, and you do not disappoint.

Professionally, I'm the Alpha of the Sarghress on this continent, so I'm supposed to come in here, engage and distract the village leader while the Sarghress slaves we've mixed in among the dark elf slaves finish moving the exploding barrels into position... Buuuut you found them out already and killed them - nice job, by the way - so now I'm just waiting for the column of wolves to come rushing in laughing their heads off while I'm sitting here distracting you with idle banter. He looked at the puddle of acid, licking his lips as if he were considering licking up the goop. You have about twenty seconds to give me a reason to call them off and/or prepare, by the by.

[Darklady2831]

Personally I wanted to meet with Raven Queen I've heard so much about. He grinned slyly and winked. She sounded positively divine, and you do not disappoint.

Professionally, I'm the Alpha of the Sarghress on this continent, so I'm supposed to come in here, engage and distract the village leader while the Sarghress slaves we've mixed in among the dark elf slaves finish moving the exploding barrels into position... Buuuut you found them out already and killed them - nice job, by the way - so now I'm just waiting for the column of wolves to come rushing in laughing their heads off while I'm sitting here distracting you with idle banter. He looked at the puddle of acid, licking his lips as if he were considering licking up the goop. You have about twenty seconds to give me a reason to call them off and/or prepare, by the by.

The Raven Queen's jaw dropped slightly, her eyes widening. "I... you will call them off, because if they come here, they will all die... until now, they have been only a nuisance. But if they destroy this village, I will declare total war against them. They will be wiped from the face of Valorim, or submit to the Iron will of my Dark Elves..." As she spoke, the Dark Elves began arming themselves, only a handful left guarding the slaves as the majority of the adults in the village grabbed blades, crossbows, or broad-bladed spears. They ran as fast as they could, but there was no way they could defend well enough to survive, given only twenty seconds to prepare.

The Onyx Sorceress grew nervous, and hastily thought of a plan. "Or... they could ally themselves with my elves..." She said, smirking. "You could ally yourself, with me."

[HalfTangible]

The Raven Queen's jaw dropped slightly, her eyes widening. "I... you will call them off, because if they come here, they will all die... until now, they have been only a nuisance. But if they destroy this village, I will declare total war against them. They will be wiped from the face of Valorim, or submit to the Iron will of my Dark Elves..." As she spoke, the Dark Elves began arming themselves, only a handful left guarding the slaves as the majority of the adults in the village grabbed blades, crossbows, or broad-bladed spears. They ran as fast as they could, but there was no way they could defend well enough to survive, given only twenty seconds to prepare.

The Onyx Sorceress grew nervous, and hastily thought of a plan. "Or... they could ally themselves with my elves..." She said, smirking. "You could ally yourself, with me."

Volk cocked an eyebrow. ...Well. He then brought his fingers to his lips and let out a loud, shrill whistle that echoed around the village and beyond. He grinned and steepled his fingers together. That's interesting enough. The Sarghress were listening for that signal - they'll stay back for now.

A howl came back from the woods, and he cocked an eyebrow at it. ... Yeah, screw you too Adolfus. They'll probably find you now. He looked back to the Raven Queen, and walked towards her throne grinning slyly as he bent down to look her dead in the eye. Being your ally isn't something I'm opposed to...

[Dimonite]

Volk cocked an eyebrow. ...Well. He then brought his fingers to his lips and let out a loud, shrill whistle that echoed around the village and beyond. He grinned and steepled his fingers together. That's interesting enough. The Sarghress were listening for that signal - they'll stay back for now.

A howl came back from the woods, and he cocked an eyebrow at it. ... Yeah, screw you too Adolfus. They'll probably find you now. He looked back to the Raven Queen, and walked towards her throne grinning slyly as he bent down to look her dead in the eye. Being your ally isn't something I'm opposed to...



"A pity," said Issomi, who had been watching from afar. "This confrontation had such promise. Perhaps if the Morstygii were to interfere... no, Volk is enjoying himself too much. Perhaps I should approach this witch-queen on my own, later."

[Darklady2831]

Volk cocked an eyebrow. ...Well. He then brought his fingers to his lips and let out a loud, shrill whistle that echoed around the village and beyond. He grinned and steepled his fingers together. That's interesting enough. The Sarghress were listening for that signal - they'll stay back for now.

A howl came back from the woods, and he cocked an eyebrow at it. ... Yeah, screw you too Adolfus. They'll probably find you now. He looked back to the Raven Queen, and walked towards her throne grinning slyly as he bent down to look her dead in the eye. Being your ally isn't something I'm opposed to...

Melaira looked Volk in the eye, "I don't think either of us is opposed." she said, before grabbing him and pulling the God of Bloody War and Slaughter into a deep, passionate kiss. She didn't let go of him for at least 30 seconds, after which she stared into his eyes, blushing. The Raven Queen waved her finger, causing the two gods to vanish from the sight of the mortals around.

[HalfTangible]

Melaira looked Volk in the eye, "I don't think either of us is opposed." she said, before grabbing him and pulling the God of Bloody War and Slaughter into a deep, passionate kiss. She didn't let go of him for at least 30 seconds, after which she stared into his eyes, blushing. The Raven Queen waved her finger, causing the two gods to vanish from the sight of the mortals around.

Volk's hands found the back the goddess' head and he passionately returned the kiss, sinking into it like a complete sap. When the Raven Queen broke it, he looked pleasantly shocked, and laughed wildly. You make a convincing argument. He replied, before they vanished. He pushed her against the chair and pressed his lips against hers once more.

[Dimonite]

Melaira looked Volk in the eye, "I don't think either of us is opposed." she said, before grabbing him and pulling the God of Bloody War and Slaughter into a deep, passionate kiss. She didn't let go of him for at least 30 seconds, after which she stared into his eyes, blushing. The Raven Queen waved her finger, causing the two gods to vanish from the sight of the mortals around.


"Ugh," said the (still watching) Issomi. "Now I need to go murder something, just to try and get that image out of my head." With that, he wanders off and finds a group of Morstygii on his island of death.
"My beautiful children," he says, revealing himself to them. "I believe it is time your random slaughtering of the humans stopped. From now on, it will be an organized slaughter. Join your tribes together, and become one nation."

Start: 4 AP
Form society (1 AP)
End: 3 AP

[Saidoro]

The mortals were in chaos. The village Rasotos had found was small and out of the way and for a while the Morstygii had simply passed it by unnoticed and unnoticing. But with their greater organization came greater efficiency and soon raiders had set upon the defenseless village.
The god barely delayed an instant when he saw their intentions, leaping out of hiding and striking at the nearest of the raiders.
Get away from them.


Starting AP: 14
+4 Fledgling God
+3 Divine Court
Ending AP: 21

[Darklady2831]

Volk's hands found the back the goddess' head and he passionately returned the kiss, sinking into it like a complete sap. When the Raven Queen broke it, he looked pleasantly shocked, and laughed wildly. You make a convincing argument. He replied, before they vanished. He pushed her against the chair and pressed his lips against hers once more.

Melaira pulled Volk deep into her embrace, passionately kissing him back. She ran her fingers through his rough hair, closing her eyes. She whispered into his mind, "So, what does this make us?" her cheeks were a deep shade of crimson, and she seemed to be slightly disoriented. The Raven Queen may have found her King...

[Snowfire]

Melaira pulled Volk deep into her embrace, passionately kissing him back. She ran her fingers through his rough hair, closing her eyes. She whispered into his mind, "So, what does this make us?" her cheeks were a deep shade of crimson, and she seemed to be slightly disoriented. The Raven Queen may have found her King...

Mommy, why are you all kissy-face? Ceryna's voice dropped into Melaira's mind. And funny-red...

[HalfTangible]

Melaira pulled Volk deep into her embrace, passionately kissing him back. She ran her fingers through his rough hair, closing her eyes. She whispered into his mind, "So, what does this make us?" her cheeks were a deep shade of crimson, and she seemed to be slightly disoriented. The Raven Queen may have found her King...

Volk sat sideways in her lap. His lips found her neck as he slowly kissed and suckled the sweet flesh. I wonder~ He thought back, a slight chuckle behind his words. Queen and Consort? Alpha and Mate? King and Queen?... Friends with a pleasurable and intimate pastime?

[Darklady2831]

Mommy, why are you all kissy-face? Ceryna's voice dropped into Melaira's mind. And funny-red...

Melaira was slightly embarrased, but not enough to stop being intimate with Volk. She quickly sent a telepathic response, hoping it would satiate Ceryna's curiosity for now, though she'd have to have a talk with her daughter later. "Mommy is, she's just kissing Volk, sweetie, it's kind of, private, so could you go watch something else for a while?"


Volk sat sideways in her lap. His lips found her neck as he slowly kissed and suckled the sweet flesh. I wonder~ He thought back, a slight chuckle behind his words. Queen and Consort? Alpha and Mate? King and Queen?... Friends with a pleasurable and intimate pastime?

Melaira stretched in ecstasy, running her hands along Volk's muscled back, she moaned quietly, replying to the Bloody-Pawed Hound. "All of those work for me, you handsome devil you." The Raven Queen kissed Volk's forehead, letting him push her further down in the seat.

[Snowfire]

Melaira was slightly embarrased, but not enough to stop being intimate with Volk. She quickly sent a telepathic response, hoping it would satiate Ceryna's curiosity for now, though she'd have to have a talk with her daughter later. "Mommy is, she's just kissing Volk, sweetie, it's kind of, private, so could you go watch something else for a while?"

Why? Ceryna's tone resonated with all the innocent curiosity of her age. Then: Nevermind. I'll ask Chaos-mommy about it!

Tapping her mother gently with a small finger, she projected what she'd just seen into Kansheri's mind.

Why is witch-mommy saying that it's private? She asked innocently.

[HalfTangible]

Melaira was slightly embarrased, but not enough to stop being intimate with Volk. She quickly sent a telepathic response, hoping it would satiate Ceryna's curiosity for now, though she'd have to have a talk with her daughter later. "Mommy is, she's just kissing Volk, sweetie, it's kind of, private, so could you go watch something else for a while?"



Melaira stretched in ecstasy, running her hands along Volk's muscled back, she moaned quietly, replying to the Bloody-Pawed Hound. "All of those work for me, you handsome devil you." The Raven Queen kissed Volk's forehead, letting him push her further down in the seat.

And so presumably they're allied now.

[Dimonite]

The mortals were in chaos. The village Rasotos had found was small and out of the way and for a while the Morstygii had simply passed it by unnoticed and unnoticing. But with their greater organization came greater efficiency and soon raiders had set upon the defenseless village.
The god barely delayed an instant when he saw their intentions, leaping out of hiding and striking at the nearest of the raiders.
Get away from them.


Starting AP: 14
+4 Fledgling God
+3 Divine Court
Ending AP: 21



Issomi, seeing this impertinent godling trying to stop his creations, prepares to sneak up from behind him and go in for the kill.

[Darklady2831]

Some time later...

Melaira straightened her dress, hovering above the continent of Valorim. She ran her fingers through her hair, using her magic to put it back as it was. Finally, she yawned and stretched, a sheepish smile on her face. The Raven Queen looked to the Darkling Realms of her people, watching as the Matriarch of House Felal gave birth to the Future Empress of the Elves. She smiled, nodding in approval. In some years, she would visit the child, and ask her the name of her future realm. But today, Melaira would invent. She wandered the lands of Valorim, watching her people oversee vast projects of construction. They crafted grand weapons, and looked into the craft of armorsmithing with little success.

The Onyx Sorceress chuckled to herself, leaving the scene with disinterest. However, one Dark Elf woman caught her eye. Across the road from the Weaponsmith's shop, a small group of dark elves huddled together, one of which, was Nasaria. Melaira scowled, striding towards the group. When they saw her approach, they stared at her, and as she got closer, they began to beg. BEG. Melaira was furious, she lifted the entire group into the air with a flick of her wrist. "You would dare tarnish the name of the Dark Elves by begging?! By running away from your duty, your punishment! I know of you, for you were there when I met the Bloody-Pawed Hound... your duty was to keep him chained... and while I cannot fault you for failing to keep a god contained, I can fault you for fleeing from your punishment, for begging and giving in to your cowardice."

The Raven Queen clenched a fist, enveloping the captive elves in a cocoon of magic. Her voice rang like thunder, drawing the attention of all the elves in the small town. "Let it be known that those who give in to cowardice, who give in to fear, will be purged of their uselessness. Those who fail the Raven Queen will be punished, and then given back to their people as an example and a tool..." With those words, the screams of Nasaria and her group rang out through the nearby area. Their bones twisted, their skin thickened. Their bodies writhed as they shifted form, growing two enormous raven-like wings from their backs. Their fingerbones elongated, bursting from the ends of their fingers like daggers. The legs of the elves covered themselves in fur, and their clothing burned away into nothingness. Their chests remained the same, as did their heads and faces. Their hair became a tangled mess. Forever would these elves be known as Harpies, failures in the eyes of the Raven Queen. Until the day they died, the Harpies would serve as guardians and slaves to the rest of Dark Elf society.

4 AP - 1 AP = 3 AP
1 AP Create Monstrous Life - Harpies. Half Dark Elf, Half Raven beast, the Harpies are feral monsters created from the bodies and souls of those Dark Elves who fail the Raven Queen or their people.

[Elricaltovilla]

Heart of the Sun

Vetasz decided to ignore the insults that the sisters levelled at him. His Purpose was clear, and the world was still too young for them to realize the necessity of his actions. No one ever became a hero for preventing disaster from ever occuring in the first place.

ACTIONS THAT LEAD DIRECTLY TO THE DEATH OF ANOTHER SENTIENT LIFE MUST BE PUNISHED. IF NOT, THEN ALL LIFE WILL STRIVE AGAINST ITSELF UNTIL NOTHING IS LEFT.

HARMING YOUNG MUST BE ESPECIALLY REVILED. STRENGTH SERVES ITS PURPOSE BUT ONLY IN CONTESTS WHERE IT CAN TRULY BE CHALLENGED.

THEFT, RIOTING, SOWING OF DISORDER FOR ITS OWN SAKE. THESE ARE THINGS WHICH I ABHOR, FOR THEY SERVE NO CONSTRUCTIVE PURPOSE IN THIS WORLD.

LEADERS MUST BE COMPETENT, AN INCOMPETENT LEADER IS A DANGER TO HIMSELF AND HIS FOLLOWERS. THE ABILITY TO COMMAND OTHERS IS A POWER THAT MUST NOT BE GRANTED LIGHTLY. A LEADER WHO LEADS POORLY MUST BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR NOT ONLY HIS ACTIONS, BUT THE ACTIONS OF HIS FOLLOWERS.

MORTALS WHICH CHALLENGE THE GODS POSE JUST AS SIGNIFICANT A DANGER, THOUGH ONLY TO THEMSELVES. THUS, WHILE THEY MUST BE PUNISHED, IT SHOULD BE LEFT TO THE GOD WHICH THEY CHALLENGE, THOUGH A PUNISHMENT MUST BE BROUGHT.

THOSE ARE THE LAWS TO WHICH I MAKE MY RECOMMENDATION, OSRAMUS, THOUGH MORE MAY BE NECESSARY IN TIME.

[Darklady2831]

Heart of the Sun

Vetasz decided to ignore the insults that the sisters levelled at him. His Purpose was clear, and the world was still too young for them to realize the necessity of his actions. No one ever became a hero for preventing disaster from ever occuring in the first place.

ACTIONS THAT LEAD DIRECTLY TO THE DEATH OF ANOTHER SENTIENT LIFE MUST BE PUNISHED. IF NOT, THEN ALL LIFE WILL STRIVE AGAINST ITSELF UNTIL NOTHING IS LEFT.

HARMING YOUNG MUST BE ESPECIALLY REVILED. STRENGTH SERVES ITS PURPOSE BUT ONLY IN CONTESTS WHERE IT CAN TRULY BE CHALLENGED.

THEFT, RIOTING, SOWING OF DISORDER FOR ITS OWN SAKE. THESE ARE THINGS WHICH I ABHOR, FOR THEY SERVE NO CONSTRUCTIVE PURPOSE IN THIS WORLD.

LEADERS MUST BE COMPETENT, AN INCOMPETENT LEADER IS A DANGER TO HIMSELF AND HIS FOLLOWERS. THE ABILITY TO COMMAND OTHERS IS A POWER THAT MUST NOT BE GRANTED LIGHTLY. A LEADER WHO LEADS POORLY MUST BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR NOT ONLY HIS ACTIONS, BUT THE ACTIONS OF HIS FOLLOWERS.

MORTALS WHICH CHALLENGE THE GODS POSE JUST AS SIGNIFICANT A DANGER, THOUGH ONLY TO THEMSELVES. THUS, WHILE THEY MUST BE PUNISHED, IT SHOULD BE LEFT TO THE GOD WHICH THEY CHALLENGE, THOUGH A PUNISHMENT MUST BE BROUGHT.

THOSE ARE THE LAWS TO WHICH I MAKE MY RECOMMENDATION, OSRAMUS, THOUGH MORE MAY BE NECESSARY IN TIME.

The Raven Queen materialized back within the sun as Vetasz started to speak. She listened closely, then glared at him in disgust. "Your laws would serve only to destroy the freedom of the mortal mind. I object to all of them, and none of those under my banner will be subject to your petty whims." The Raven Queen made a show of dimming the light within the sun, the winds of power blowing heavily in the area. "Is that Understood, you gutless buffoon?"

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Barrabus

Barrabus was glad as his loyal Cthonian began its work, expanding the network of tunnels and caverns that made up the Underdark. But he still felt like he was missing something. He looked over the whole of the world and he saw what the other gods had wrought, great and terrible. What he seemed to lack were his own mortal creations, that he could guide, and who would be able to impact the course of the world itself.

His mind set, he began the task of creating his first mortal creations. They, like himself, would be born of stone, but like his Cthonian and the other mortal races they would be made of flesh, or at least, mostly made of flesh. He began by sculpting his creations to be in a form like the humans and elves, but unique in their own way.

Their natural form was larger than the humans or various kinds of elves, they had large bulbous noses upon their faces, their skin was studded with stone, and each had an affinity for a kind of metal or gemstone alongside the regular stone that strengthened their hide. They had long matted manes of hair, and large four fingered hands, as well as long tails that ended in a tuft like a lion.

These he would call the Trolls. They were magical creatures, and they could change their shapes at will, changing their size and mimicking other creatures, though they always retained some piece of their natural form, like their troll tails, or a large bulbous nose, or four fingered hands, each Troll would have at least one such tell, although there was no uniformity in it.

There could be many things said of Trolls. Some would say they are kind-hearted, some would say they are bloodthirsty, some would say they are fearsome, some would say they are jovial. But all would say that they are mischievous.

Barrabus finished his work, pleased with himself and his new creations. He spread them to all the major continents, where they would live in the Underdark and in the Mountainous places, and they would make these places their own.

Barrabus looked at his first mortal race, and he decided that he would give them another gift, that they should spread to any mortals they saw fit. He taught them how to fashion tools and different techniques for digging into the Earth and taking the stone they could quarry, or the more precious fruits that the Earth hides. He then taught them how to take these products of the Earth and turn them into more tools for their uses, using fire and their physical ability.

They took these skills and made themselves strong homes in the caves of the mountains and the underdark, creating crude tools and weapons out of the simple metals and hard stone they could find, killing animals and adorning themselves and their homes in the hides of slain beasts, and wearing simple jewelry they had fashioned from the scraps of their smithing and what gemstones they could find, though many would make their jewelry unique to themselves by using some of the metal or gemstones that grew naturally from their own hides, as a personal mark.

1AP=8AP+(5AP+3PAP)-3AP Create Greater Life: Trolls. Born of Stone, the Trolls are a mischievous race of large magical creatures that can shapeshift, either changing their natural form as they see fit, or changing to look like other mortal races. Trolls are very strong and have tough stony hides, each one born with an affinity for some kind of gemstone or metal. -2AP Create Advanced Concept: Mining (the ability to mine precious metals and gemstones, to quarry stone, and other related tasks) -2AP Create Advanced Concept: Smithing (how to create metal tools, weapons, and jewelry using metal and gemstones)

[Elricaltovilla]

Heart of the Sun


The Raven Queen materialized back within the sun as Vetasz started to speak. She listened closely, then glared at him in disgust. "Your laws would serve only to destroy the freedom of the mortal mind. I object to all of them, and none of those under my banner will be subject to your petty whims." The Raven Queen made a show of dimming the light within the sun, the winds of power blowing heavily in the area. "Is that Understood, you gutless buffoon?"

I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU SAID IT. NOTHING IN THE LAWS PREVENTS FREEDOM. NOTHING PREVENTS YOUR DARK ELVES FROM ENSLAVING AND MURDERING MILLIONS. IT SIMPLY ALLOWS AN AVENUE FOR THOSE WHO CANNOT SO EASILY DEFEND THEMSELVES TO SEEK REDRESS.

ANYONE CAN MURDER OR BULLY THEIR WAY THROUGH LIFE. THE LAWS ENSURE THAT THEY HAVE A LIFE TO LIVE AND IF THEY MAKE CHOICES, THAT THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES IN PLACE FOR THOSE CHOICES...HARLOT.

[Darklady2831]

Heart of the Sun
I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU SAID IT. NOTHING IN THE LAWS PREVENTS FREEDOM. NOTHING PREVENTS YOUR DARK ELVES FROM ENSLAVING AND MURDERING MILLIONS. IT SIMPLY ALLOWS AN AVENUE FOR THOSE WHO CANNOT SO EASILY DEFEND THEMSELVES TO SEEK REDRESS.

ANYONE CAN MURDER OR BULLY THEIR WAY THROUGH LIFE. THE LAWS ENSURE THAT THEY HAVE A LIFE TO LIVE AND IF THEY MAKE CHOICES, THAT THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES IN PLACE FOR THOSE CHOICES...HARLOT.

Melaira's eyes flared up in anger, enormous plumes of blue and black flame erupting from her fingertips. She hurled a flurry of these magical bolts at Vetasz, screaming with divine fury. "Harlot am I?! Well then, feel my fury, tyrant."

Elsewhere, Melaira's Sisters, Daughter, and Nephews, heard her words, a cry for aid ringing out. "Aid me family, I ask for help casting down this would-be tyrant!"

Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]
HP: 20/20

[Elricaltovilla]

Vetasz is choosing not to counterattack
[roll0]


Vetasz took the brunt of the magical assault with barely a grunt. He didn't even raise his shield to defend himself.
I DO NOT ENACT LAWS, I SIMPLY ENFORCE THEM. I WAS ASKED BY MY BROTHER OSRAMUS WHAT LAWS I WOULD SUGGEST AND I MADE MY SUGGESTIONS.

NOTHING HAS HAPPENED YET AND ALREADY YOU HAVE LOST YOUR COMPOSURE. WITCH QUEEN, THERE WILL COME A DAY WHEN YOU STAND ALONE BEFORE A FOE YOU CANNOT HOPE TO DEFEAT, ALL YOUR FRIENDS WILL BE UNABLE TO AID YOU.

WHEN NO ONE ELSE IS THERE TO RESCUE YOU, CALL MY NAME AND I WILL COME BECAUSE IT IS MY DUTY. BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT IT MEANS TO HAVE LAW, TO BE LAW AND TO ENFORCE LAW.

HP: 58

[Lady Serpentine]

As the rest had allied, and built their groups piecemeal, Kansheri had worked on the Wild Elves, until, finally, she formed them and their society together, for her sense of aesthetics would not permit her to show an incomplete project.

And, so, the Dark Elves were soon met by their relatives, pale elves, with hair dyed many hues, even on the same person, accompanied by packs of Geisthounds and Barghest, along with a retinue of Human slaves for each.

Then, however, she turned her attention from them, to the young goddess in her arms, and, smiling, projected a simple, but accurate, and thorough, explanation to Ceryna as to exactly why her Witch-mother was trying to seduce Volk.

But, even as she finished, her face twisted into rage, and one of her arms into an elegant, and beautiful, but still quite deadly blade, as she took flight, racing to answer Melaira's summons, for she too had grievance against the Warden, and even if she did not, she would stand with her family.

Starting AP: 9 + 4 + 3 PAP = 16 AP

Create Greater Life - Wild Elves (-1 AP; cost shared with Joika and Melaira); Form Society - Vos Mael'baela (-1 AP):

The Wild Elves. Shapeshifters all, turning from beast to elf and back again, even in the most feared, taking on the flesh of others of their kin, or bodies harvested directly from their minds, and never seen in the world before they changed.

But, while it is true that, to some extent, that makes them more bestial, they are certainly not uncivilized; the changes are minor, or at least well hidden, and none who have truly visited them claim they are less than their kin.

Create Advanced Concept - Domestication (-2 AP): The Wild Elves use Geisthounds and Barghest to hunt humans (and sometimes Outsiders) for enslavement, and have the idea of training animals now should it come up for other reasons.

Create Sapient Life - Geisthounds (-2 AP): Large, sleek, dark grey and/or blood-red hounds, with serrated fangs. They are quite literally tireless, capable of chasing prey for any duration without stopping, have the ability to track near-perfectly, and can become ethereal.

Create Sapient Life - Barghest (-2 AP): Great black dogs, with amazing endurance, and luminous eyes. Their howl induces intense fear in those who hear, and they are capable of sensing, producing, and feeding off of emotions.

Create Magical Concept - Psionics (-3 AP): Pretty much what you'd expect. Standard telekinesis and mind tricks.

Create Relic - The Boneblade (-3 AP): Infused with her power in order to change the state of whatever it strikes, so that armor becomes weak, and of no protection, flesh cease to live wherever it cuts, and similar things, the Boneblade is an extension of Kansheri's body, and responds to her whims as any other part of herself does, though it's normally quiescent, awaiting her to will it to form. (Attack Relic, obviously.)

[Xondoure]

Heart of the Sun

Osramus was silent as words were sent spinning back and forth, determined to let these grievances run their course before he took action. But as the Onyx Sorceress first dared to darken his halls, then strike at his brother he rose from his throne. "Why is it that your family has so little respect for my one and only rule? There shall be no conflict in this place. What differences you have will not be solved by tearing each other to pieces. Now are you willing to discuss, or must I ask you to leave?"

[Darklady2831]

Heart of the Sun, Enraged Goddess of Death and Magic

The Witch Queen fumed, her chest heaving with every breath, her nostrils flaring. "If weaklings cannot protect themselves, they deserve whatever fate befalls them, whether it be death, enslavement, or worse. Your laws only upset the natural balance." The Raven Queen quivered with rage, her eyes still ablaze with magical flame. The pyres she held within her palms died down as she let her rage subside slightly. "I will see you dead before that day comes, insolent pig."

Turning her head to face Orsamus, the Goddess's face was twisted in anger. "No... I will refrain from roasting him alive, for now..."

[Xondoure]

The Heart of the Sun

"Thank you for your cooperation." Osramus relaxed, seating himself once more. "If I may ask Melaira, surely your followers have some form of code? I have heard whispers of horrors done to those who give in to their cowardice among your people. Thus I do not believe you reject laws, only that they must be yours. My brother seeks to defend that which he perceives as in need of help, you seek to punish that which you view as unworthy. How does this make him the tyrant in your eyes? And do not fall back upon the natural order of things, we who are creation determine our own reality, and thus nature is as much a reflection of our actions as all other things."

[ChrisClark13]

The Heart of the Sun

Arrus watched the world from high upon his golden wings and then returned to the Heart of the Sun once he knew what he wished to create. What he witnessed once he arrived though wasn't making sense.

"Witch Queen, why did you join this Court if at every turn you oppose the very purpose it was made? I have been watching your actions among your 'Dark Elves' especially towards those who fail to live up to their duties. Already I can tell you are enforcing your own laws among your creations, and those laws are not so different from the ones I would suggest."

Around Arrus appeared 11 white eggs. "I am prepared to give each member of the Court the privilege of having one of these eggs and creating his or her own race of dragons if they will agree to one condition. This being that their creations will not harm or punish their slaves or those under their jurisdiction without just cause."

He turned to the Witch Queen,
"The humans below will naturally and gladly accept your Elves as their masters if given half the chance, and they will never desire to rebel as long as your Elves do not treat them unjustly. Humans might even begin to willingly become slaves at the hands of your Elves as long as they see that they will be treated justly."

One of the eggs began to float around the Witch Queen. "As far as I can tell, most of your Elves do not treat their slaves unfairly according to the condition I propose, so this should not be a hard thing. If you agree to my condition, take this egg and create whatsoever breed of dragon you wish. If you add the bloodline of the dragons you make to that of your Elves, they will gain mighty draconic powers and any powers they already possess will increase in strength at least threefold."

Arrus then telepathically whispered to Osramus while he gave the Witch Queen time to think it over. *I have determined that I need a bit more divine energy to create the power that will flow through the blood of all dragons and that you may be willing to lend some energy to assist in this.*

16 AP
-10 Partial Create Life x 10: Ten white dragon eggs, whatever god receives one has to spend the remaining 2 or 4 AP to create their specific breed of dragon as either Greater or Legendary Life.
-5 Create Legendary Life: Golden Dragons in DnD Style. Created directly by Arrus himself, these Dragons take Outsiders under their wings. Whenever the bloodlines of Golden Dragons and Outsiders mix, the resulting Draconic Outsiders have magic that is five times as powerful as regular Outsiders.
-1 (Cost shared with Osramus, might want to split up the cost between yet another God too.) Create Legendary Concept: Draconic Bloodline Power. Whenever the Bloodlines of a God's breed of dragons and other chosen creations mix, the resulting Draconic creations have added and/or increased power that is derived from their Draconic Blood.

(OOC: Hope I'm not being too horribly confusing with the whole Draconic Bloodline Power concept.)

[HalfTangible]

Heart of the Sun

Volk stepped into the argument, smirking and taking a place near the Raven Queen, grinning broadly.

[Darklady2831]

The Heart of the Sun

"Thank you for your cooperation." Osramus relaxed, seating himself once more. "If I may ask Melaira, surely your followers have some form of code? I have heard whispers of horrors done to those who give in to their cowardice among your people. Thus I do not believe you reject laws, only that they must be yours. My brother seeks to defend that which he perceives as in need of help, you seek to punish that which you view as unworthy. How does this make him the tyrant in your eyes? And do not fall back upon the natural order of things, we who are creation determine our own reality, and thus nature is as much a reflection of our actions as all other things."

The Witch Queen turned to the Lord of Creation, scowling. "The Code among my followers is the code of nature. For what does a beast do with laws? He scoffs and continues on surviving. The code is simple, those who have the strength and power to rule, do so. Those who are weak, serve as slaves or prey. This is the natural order, this is reality without our interference." The Raven Queen flicked her wrists, extinguishing what flames were left smoldering within her hands. "The buffoon's laws are in direct violation of this natural code. He seeks to protect that which cannot defend itself. Those who are unworthy, are reformed into something that will serve. The cowards and beggars, those who refuse to do their best to continue the natural order, are turned into servants for those who do."


The Heart of the Sun

Arrus watched the world from high upon his golden wings and then returned to the Heart of the Sun once he knew what he wished to create. What he witnessed once he arrived though wasn't making sense.

"Witch Queen, why did you join this Court if at every turn you oppose the very purpose it was made? I have been watching your actions among your 'Dark Elves' especially towards those who fail to live up to their duties. Already I can tell you are enforcing your own laws among your creations, and those laws are not so different from the ones I would suggest."

Around Arrus appeared 10 white eggs. "I am prepared to give each member of the Court the privilege of having one of these eggs and creating his or her own race of dragons if they will agree to one condition. This being that their creations will not harm or punish their slaves or those under their jurisdiction without just cause."

He turned to the Witch Queen,
"The humans below will naturally and gladly accept your Elves as their masters if given half the chance, and they will never desire to rebel as long as your Elves do not treat them unjustly. Humans might even begin to willingly become slaves at the hands of your Elves as long as they see that they will be treated justly."

One of the eggs began to float around the Witch Queen. "As far as I can tell, most of your Elves do not treat their slaves unfairly according to the condition I propose, so this should not be a hard thing. If you agree to my condition, take this egg and create whatsoever breed of dragon you wish. If you add the bloodline of the dragons you make to that of your Elves, they will gain mighty draconic powers and any powers they already possess will increase in strength at least threefold."

Arrus then telepathically whispered to Osramus while he gave the Witch Queen time to think it over. *I have determined that I need a bit more divine energy to create the power that will flow through the blood of all dragons and that you may be willing to lend some energy to assist in this.*

16 AP
-9 Partial Create Life x 9: Nine white dragon eggs, whatever god receives one has to spend the remaining 2 or 4 AP to create their specific breed of dragon as either Greater or Legendary Life.
-5 Create Legendary Life: Golden Dragons in DnD Style. Created directly by Arrus himself, these Dragons take Outsiders under their wings. Whenever the bloodlines of Golden Dragons and Outsiders mix, the resulting Draconic Outsiders have magic that is five times as powerful as regular Outsiders.
-2 (Cost shared with Osramus if he accepts) Create Legendary Concept: Draconic Bloodline Power. Whenever the Bloodlines of a God's breed of dragons and other chosen creations mix, the resulting Draconic creations have added and/or increased power that is derived from their Draconic Blood.

(OOC: Hope I'm not being too horribly confusing with the whole Draconic Bloodline Power concept.)


The Raven Queen turned to Arrus, still scowling. "I joined because my sisters did, thus it is wise to join with them. If you'll ask the rest of the court, you will find that at least a third of them agree with me, enough to say that your laws are flawed." Melaira raised an eyebrow at the eggs Arrus created. "And what do you define as just cause?"

"You obviously have not watched humanity and their workings long or thoroughly. They rebel at every turn, fighting against those who prey on them. Their weakness wins out, and they are enslaved by the powerful. Even then, they continue to resist their fates, for that is the nature of all living things. The Dark Elves must break their will to fight, if they are to act as you describe. The breaking of a will is not easy, and takes enormous amount of pain and time to complete."

[Xondoure]

Heart of the Sun

"Allow me to make myself clear. Without us, there is no reality. All that you see is the mark of our actions upon the blank canvas of infinity. Your natural order is of your own, and others making. Whether or not it is correct is up to all of us here to decide. On top of this, if only the strong deserved life there would be no life other than us for we are the superior beings. And yet you and others have endeavored to create these lesser creatures so by your own actions you prove that there is value in those of smaller stature. I ask you again and pray that you see the flaws in your logic; why should reality be dictated by your laws, and not those decided upon by this Godly Court?"

[ChrisClark13]

The Witch Queen turned to the Lord of Creation, scowling. "The Code among my followers is the code of nature. For what does a beast do with laws? He scoffs and continues on surviving. The code is simple, those who have the strength and power to rule, do so. Those who are weak, serve as slaves or prey. This is the natural order, this is reality without our interference." The Raven Queen flicked her wrists, extinguishing what flames were left smoldering within her hands. "The buffoon's laws are in direct violation of this natural code. He seeks to protect that which cannot defend itself. Those who are unworthy, are reformed into something that will serve. The cowards and beggars, those who refuse to do their best to continue the natural order, are turned into servants for those who do."



The Raven Queen turned to Arrus, still scowling. "I joined because my sisters did, thus it is wise to join with them. If you'll ask the rest of the court, you will find that at least a third of them agree with me, enough to say that your laws are flawed." Melaira raised an eyebrow at the eggs Arrus created. "And what do you define as just cause?"

"You obviously have not watched humanity and their workings long or thoroughly. They rebel at every turn, fighting against those who prey on them. Their weakness wins out, and they are enslaved by the powerful. Even then, they continue to resist their fates, for that is the nature of all living things. The Dark Elves must break their will to fight, if they are to act as you describe. The breaking of a will is not easy, and takes enormous amount of pain and time to complete."

Arrus nods and hmmms thinking her words over. "If what you say is true, then they are living contradictions, they seek to bind themselves to something and to break free of it at the same time. I guess I've been watching humans act amongst themselves too often. I've seen a few examples, and mayhaps lingered on them too long, of humans who willing serve other humans who bind themselves to the idea of 'serving their people,' but now that I think about it they are exceptionally irrational creatures made to laugh in the face of common sense and even in the face of what you like to call the 'natural order'. If they could fathom it, they would try to rebel against their rebellious nature, and then rebel against that. I'll say that just cause for punishment includes willfully rebelling or disrupting those who they should be serving, be it their nation or their masters, but do not punish one individual for the actions of another. I would say that you should show them serving their masters diligently will bring them the most of what will bring them happiness, but-again-from what I understand they would never listen. I can only hope that trying to bring Golden Dragon blood into their brood will make them see sense."

Edit: Ahhh ninja'd

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Barrabus, Heart of the Sun

It seemed that just as he had finished his latest work on the mortal world, he again felt the call to the Sun, but he did not begrudge the summons and went gladly to the Suns Heart.

When he arrived, it was in the form of a Topaz Troll, a rich orange Topaz for the occasion, in contrast to an Imperial or Blue variety. Hearing the other gods, he spoke his concerns, his voice was no longer of the same gravelly consistancy as before, now it was richer, brighter in a way "I have come as I was called. Arrus, I would gladly take your most generous offer, if you would allow me. I can guarantee I will seek to guide my followers down the path you have described."

[Elricaltovilla]

The Witch Queen turned to the Lord of Creation, scowling. "The Code among my followers is the code of nature. For what does a beast do with laws? He scoffs and continues on surviving. The code is simple, those who have the strength and power to rule, do so. Those who are weak, serve as slaves or prey. This is the natural order, this is reality without our interference." The Raven Queen flicked her wrists, extinguishing what flames were left smoldering within her hands. "The buffoon's laws are in direct violation of this natural code. He seeks to protect that which cannot defend itself. Those who are unworthy, are reformed into something that will serve. The cowards and beggars, those who refuse to do their best to continue the natural order, are turned into servants for those who do."

THE CODE AMONG YOUR FOLLOWERS IS ONE OF THE CODES OF NATURE. THE CODE OF THE PREDATOR. BUT NOT ALL CREATURES ARE PREDATORS, AND NOT ALL MORTALS ARE SLAVE-MASTERS. YOUR FOLLOWERS ARE IN THE MINORITY, AND THEY ACT AS THEY DO OUT OF FEAR OF THE MAJORITY. PROPERLY ARMED AND MOTIVATED, HUMANS COULD RULE THIS WORLD THROUGH SHEER FORCE OF NUMBERS.

IF YOUR DARK ELVES ARE LIKE UNTO WOLVES, THEN HUMANS ARE LIKE UNTO DEER. MOST ARE WEAK AND FEARFUL, BUT THEY HAVE HORNS. AND FOOLISH IS THE WOLF WHO ATTACKS A STAG DIRECTLY.



The Raven Queen turned to Arrus, still scowling. "I joined because my sisters did, thus it is wise to join with them. If you'll ask the rest of the court, you will find that at least a third of them agree with me, enough to say that your laws are flawed." Melaira raised an eyebrow at the eggs Arrus created. "And what do you define as just cause?"


IF A THIRD OF THE GODS AGREE WITH YOU, THEN YOU ARE IN THE MINORITY OF THOSE WHO DEFINE CREATION, AND THUS YOU ARE THE ONE WITH THE FLAWED PHILOSOPHY.

THERE IS NO TRUE NATURAL ORDER BEYOND WHAT IS DEFINED BY THE GODS THAT CREATED THIS WORLD DECIDE. IF YOU CAN ONLY RALLY A THIRD OF THOSE GODS, THEN YOU HAVE LOST THIS ARGUMENT.

[Darklady2831]

Heart of the Sun

"Allow me to make myself clear. Without us, there is no reality. All that you see is the mark of our actions upon the blank canvas of infinity. Your natural order is of your own, and others making. Whether or not it is correct is up to all of us here to decide. On top of this, if only the strong deserved life there would be no life other than us for we are the superior beings. And yet you and others have endeavored to create these lesser creatures so by your own actions you prove that there is value in those of smaller stature. I ask you again and pray that you see the flaws in your logic; why should reality be dictated by your laws, and not those decided upon by this Godly Court?"



THE CODE AMONG YOUR FOLLOWERS IS ONE OF THE CODES OF NATURE. THE CODE OF THE PREDATOR. BUT NOT ALL CREATURES ARE PREDATORS, AND NOT ALL MORTALS ARE SLAVE-MASTERS. YOUR FOLLOWERS ARE IN THE MINORITY, AND THEY ACT AS THEY DO OUT OF FEAR OF THE MAJORITY. PROPERLY ARMED AND MOTIVATED, HUMANS COULD RULE THIS WORLD THROUGH SHEER FORCE OF NUMBERS.

IF YOUR DARK ELVES ARE LIKE UNTO WOLVES, THEN HUMANS ARE LIKE UNTO DEER. MOST ARE WEAK AND FEARFUL, BUT THEY HAVE HORNS. AND FOOLISH IS THE WOLF WHO ATTACKS A STAG DIRECTLY.



IF A THIRD OF THE GODS AGREE WITH YOU, THEN YOU ARE IN THE MINORITY OF THOSE WHO DEFINE CREATION, AND THUS YOU ARE THE ONE WITH THE FLAWED PHILOSOPHY.

THERE IS NO TRUE NATURAL ORDER BEYOND WHAT IS DEFINED BY THE GODS THAT CREATED THIS WORLD DECIDE. IF YOU CAN ONLY RALLY A THIRD OF THOSE GODS, THEN YOU HAVE LOST THIS ARGUMENT.

The Raven Queen stood resolute against the words of Orsamus, "The animals and beasts follow only one code, survival of the fittest. The deer and prey stand in groups, hoping that not all of them will fall to the predators. Without godly guidance, only one code is present, the one which I have told you today. It is not a code of my design, but a Code that I have deigned fit. My People follow the code not out of fear, but out of pride. They are the apex predator, outnumbers by onlly a fraction. Each elf is worth a dozen humans, and for every dozen humans there are half a dozen elves. Your information is flawed, and your viewpoint flawed along with it."

The Raven Queen crossed her arms. "If you wish to impose your laws upon all mortalkind, you will not be around long enough to see it through. However, I will compromise with you. Let Mortalkind decide on their own laws and codes to follow. Among Gods, let us decide what to do. If you seek to punish one of us for our actions, try to, and behold to the immovable nature of the will of a deity."


Arrus nods and hmmms thinking her words over. "If what you say is true, then they are living contradictions, they seek to bind themselves to something and to break free of it at the same time. I guess I've been watching humans act amongst themselves too often. I've seen a few examples, and mayhaps lingered on them too long, of humans who willing serve other humans who bind themselves to the idea of 'serving their people,' but now that I think about it they are exceptionally irrational creatures made to laugh in the face of common sense and even in the face of what you like to call the 'natural order'. If they could fathom it, they would try to rebel against their rebellious nature, and then rebel against that. I'll say that just cause for punishment includes willfully rebelling or disrupting those who they should be serving, be it their nation or their masters, but do not punish one individual for the actions of another. I would say that you should show them serving their masters diligently will bring them the most of what will bring them happiness, but-again-from what I understand they would never listen. I can only hope that trying to bring Golden Dragon blood into their brood will make them see sense."

Edit: Ahhh ninja'd

"I accept your terms, Arrus." The Raven Queen sent a splinter of her power into the eggs, mixing it into their bloodlines. All draconic bloodline magic would come from the Winds of Power, and all spells created as part of it would be known to the Onyx Sorceress.

3 AP - 1 AP = 2 AP
1 AP towards the Draconic Bloodline Legendary Concept


Heart of the Sun

Volk stepped into the argument, smirking and taking a place near the Raven Queen, grinning broadly.

The Raven Queen silently grasped Volk's hand, speaking to him alone. "Help me here, please."

[HalfTangible]

The Raven Queen silently grasped Volk's hand, speaking to him alone. "Help me here, please."

Volk pointed with the hand she wasn't grasping. She's right and you should listen to her.

...

Oh come on, you didn't expect something meaningful did you?! I've been here all of ten seconds! What are we even arguing over?!




THE CODE AMONG YOUR FOLLOWERS IS ONE OF THE CODES OF NATURE. THE CODE OF THE PREDATOR. BUT NOT ALL CREATURES ARE PREDATORS, AND NOT ALL MORTALS ARE SLAVE-MASTERS. YOUR FOLLOWERS ARE IN THE MINORITY, AND THEY ACT AS THEY DO OUT OF FEAR OF THE MAJORITY. PROPERLY ARMED AND MOTIVATED, HUMANS COULD RULE THIS WORLD THROUGH SHEER FORCE OF NUMBERS.

IF YOUR DARK ELVES ARE LIKE UNTO WOLVES, THEN HUMANS ARE LIKE UNTO DEER. MOST ARE WEAK AND FEARFUL, BUT THEY HAVE HORNS. AND FOOLISH IS THE WOLF WHO ATTACKS A STAG DIRECTLY.



IF A THIRD OF THE GODS AGREE WITH YOU, THEN YOU ARE IN THE MINORITY OF THOSE WHO DEFINE CREATION, AND THUS YOU ARE THE ONE WITH THE FLAWED PHILOSOPHY.

THERE IS NO TRUE NATURAL ORDER BEYOND WHAT IS DEFINED BY THE GODS THAT CREATED THIS WORLD DECIDE. IF YOU CAN ONLY RALLY A THIRD OF THOSE GODS, THEN YOU HAVE LOST THIS ARGUMENT.

Your metaphor if flawed - evidently you don't know much about wolves. The Bloody-pawed Hound, now in wolf form, said coldly. A wolf - especially an entire pack - is more than strong enough to kill a stag. Those who are afraid to attack a weaker animal because of a pair of horns starve to death and good riddance. The codes of predator and prey are all there is in nature (unless you count societies as part of nature but I don't think we were for the purposes of this discussion)

As far as I can tell, you are imposing such laws on your own and as such a minority of gods is plenty.

[Dimonite]

Issomi, poised to strike, realizes that he would be more effective if there was something distracting this defender of the pitiful humans. Therefore, he called out to his brother, Volk.

"Hey, warhound. There's a god here defending some humans from my Morstygii. Wanna have some fun and help me kill him?"

[Xondoure]

Heart of the Sun

"The animals and beasts follow the code imposed upon them in their creation, and if all who follow your order do so out of pride, then why pray tell are the harpies forced to serve as punishment for their cowardice? However, I am willing to accept your compromise. It is fitting that the choice should be in the hands of mortals. Therefore Vestasz shall be free to create his mandate, and all who seek shelter in his code shall be granted it, but must live with their punishment should they stray. Those who do not are free to follow other teachings, and we shall see which leads to the greatest results."

In acknowledgement to Arrus' request Osramus lifted a finger and twisted in a clockwise motion. As he did so the suffusion of energy surrounding them gathered a drop of itself within the power of draconic blood. In the same instant an egg was plucked up by the winds of power and sent into the grasp of the God King. Osramus took the egg and placed it behind him as the center piece of his throne. There it would remain until he had decided upon its nature.

7AP
1AP - Legendary Concept - Draconic Bloodline Power
6AP remaining

[HalfTangible]

Issomi, poised to strike, realizes that he would be more effective if there was something distracting this defender of the pitiful humans. Therefore, he called out to his brother, Volk.

"Hey, warhound. There's a god here defending some humans from my Morstygii. Wanna have some fun and help me kill him?"

Sure, but I'm leaving a sliver of myself up here. Be a friend and send a shard to help me defend my ma-Queen's position up here in the Sun, m'kay?

Pretty Little Braclet

Rau did not know why he'd been commissioned to work on this bracelet by the war god - he was a weaponsmith, not an armorsmith, and even if he had been, the specifications had been patently ridiculous. Thick or not, the thing was only large enough to cover the war god's wrist - something that had been specifically asked for, for some reason - and his Sarghress mount he was being paid with confirmed for him that the Hound had never worn armor before today, so he would probably not even be inclined to keep it on for long.

Rau sighed and wiped the sweat off of his brow as he set down the now-polished iron wristband he'd been working on constantly ever since he'd been given the order. Finally done, he glanced to Mononoke. She twitched an ear. I take it you're done?

With what he asked for, yeah. The smith muttered, gazing at it. But I don't get it. I mean it's pretty and all, but it's not anything special. Why would he want it?

Perhaps he means to enchant it. I'm not in the habit of guessing the motivations of gods. She replied, sitting up. Hop on, we'll deliver it as promised.

Heart of the Sun

Volk left a shard of himself holding the Raven Queen's hand, but sent most of his regular self to fight with Issomi.

[Dimonite]

Sure, but I'm leaving a sliver of myself up here. Be a friend and send a shard to help me defend my ma-Queen's position up here in the Sun, m'kay?



Village
"Fine, but this guy's death had better be HILARIOUS; I didn't want to go there until I was ready to kill the sun god.

Sun
With that, Issomi sends a shard of himself to the sun, which immediately addresses the assembled gods after appearing in a flash of shadow.

"Not sure what the argument up here is, but I know whose side I'm on - NOT YOURS." Issomi says, pointing to the Warden.

[HalfTangible]

Village
"Fine, but this guy's death had better be HILARIOUS; I didn't want to go there until I was ready to kill the sun god.

Sun
With that, Issomi sends a shard of himself to the sun, which immediately addresses the assembled gods after appearing in a flash of shadow.

"Not sure what the argument up here is, but I know whose side I'm on - NOT YOURS." Issomi says, pointing to the Warden.

Village

I'll try.

Volk came to the village, now wearing an iron bracer, and laughed loudly at the mass slaughter. He charged, grabbed one of the villager by the neck, and crushed it into mush, essentially decapitating the man.

I love decapitation! Volk giggled like a schoolgirl. Especially the bloody kind! Who's next?!

[Saidoro]

Rasotos moved towards the Hound with inhuman speed, cleaving through two of the Morstygii as he went. The god was not so much swinging his sword as he was exerting his divine will to place it where it needed to be.
Leave now, Hound, I will not let you hurt them.

[Novaix]

"Peace Joika. There shall be no battle done in these halls. We are better than that." Osramus rumbled. Vetasz, do not be so quick to judge, freedom must be balanced with order for growth to transpire, else your rules will suffocate this world as surely as chaos will bring about its end. Come to me when you have written your mandates and I will allow Melaira to host her objections then. Thus through cooperation we may achieve the greatest result."
Heart of the Sun
"Heh. Well, you certainly don't disappoint, that I must say. If you didn't have my allegiance before you certainly have it now, Osramus. Keep in touch, if you need anything." With that, the star god vanished in a soft pulse of light.

The Material Plane
Orion watched his mothers create the elves. They were beautiful, truly, and wondrous. Still, they seemed somehow... incomplete. Certainly nice and peaceful, and fun to watch, but Orion wished for something greater. He couldn't be everywhere at once - it would be nice to have a personal army of his own, to administrate things in his absence.

Taking heavy inspiration from the elves, Orion started working his own race into being. The sea and the earth were the domain of the other elves, so his creations would take to the sky - brilliant wings of purest light would do best to represent their dominance, though simply being able to float through the sky as they chose would be more efficient. They would have Orion's power instilled directly within themselves, the power of a god. They still needed a place to call home, however, so Orion pulled up chunks from the earth itself, creating a chain of floating islands for them to rest on. It was good.

Heart of the Sun
Immediately after finishing up his creations - and only barely - Orion hurriedly teleported into the Sun. "Sorry I'm late, guys! Yeesh, leave for one second to do things for my own and you guys start killing each other." He looked towards the King of the Gods, a questioning look on his face. "While I'm happy to default to your side, since you seem to have a good head on your shoulders, I'd much rather know what was actually going on."

17AP
Create Legendary Life: Angels. Also known as High Elves. Like elves, but exemplifying their purity and fairness. They have wings composed entirely of light, and their hair and eye colours are frequently very pale, although darker colours are not unheard of. They possess incredibly capable bodies, and are usually talented in most, if not all, fields of life. Some choose to forsake their empowered state and live more like the other elves, in a life of peace and serenity instead of constant diligence and training - these are usually the ones dubbed "high elves", compared to the others, although if they choose they can revert back to being an angel. One can tell a high elf is such because they lack wings. Other elves are, if they strongly demonstrate qualities like the angels, capable of having being transformed into a high elf by another if they so choose. They start out as regular high elves, only capable of becoming angels after a few years. -5AP
Boon: Angelic Immortality. Angels/High Elves are not subject to the Cosmic Decree enforcing death, and live indefinitely unless physically destroyed - which itself is not an easy task, or one to occur very often at all due to their peaceful ideals. They have an extremely low birth rate/desire to bear children to counteract this and prevent them from swarming the planet. -3AP
Divine Covenant: Angels and High Elves. -5AP
Alter Land: Angel Islands. A string of islands that float high in the air, traveling around the planet, low enough to just be visible to earthbound races. -1AP
Gain Domain: Elves (Angels and High Elves). -3AP
0AP

[HalfTangible]

Rasotos moved towards the Hound with inhuman speed, cleaving through two of the Morstygii as he went. The god was not so much swinging his sword as he was exerting his divine will to place it where it needed to be.
Leave now, Hound, I will not let you hurt them.

'Let' implies you can stop me. Volk chuckled. Secret?

The obsidian bracer on his wrist suddenly shifted. It seemed to melt into a liquid attached to Volk's wrist and slid into his hand. It suddenly extended into a hand and a half, double edged blade as black as the bracer.

Spoiler alert: you can't. Volk's laughter turned mocking.

[Saidoro]

Rasotos rushed forward bringing his sword into a simple jab aimed at Volk's center of mass.

[HalfTangible]

Rasotos rushed forward bringing his sword into a simple jab aimed at Volk's center of mass.

Because I forgot to do it when I actually revealed it:
11AP (Current)
-4AP Create Relic: The Ever-changing Blade (Currently called Secret)
Volk's personal weapon, forged by a drow smith and given life by Volk with the blood of a virgin and a snake. The ever-changing blade can bend and twist it's shape in any way Volk wills, and is generally used to form a weapon in battle according to whatever Volk feels like fighting with today. At any given moment, it is mocking the user, often in unnecessary and childish ways. It grants a +1ATK bonus in combat but we'll assume it's just learning how to work itself with this fight and thus gets no bonuses so it's clear I'm not pulling this out of my ass just get an advantage.
7AP

Volk dodged to the side and sliced at the opposing god's arm, aiming to slice it off at the elbow.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Barrabus, Heart of the Sun

Barrabus listened to the gods, and added his own opinion to the conversation, speaking to the Raven Queen and Osramus "I must agree with Osramus that your description of how nature works is flawed, because at its core the nature of the world and all living things is designed by us, the gods. If we had wished it, the beasts of the world could drawn energy from strange magical crystals, and compete through strange systems of dance..." Barrabus paused as he filed that thought away for later use. However, though I disagree with your assessment of nature, I must conclude that changing how all mortals work at this juncture would require far more effort than I believe would be worth any tangible result, and as the world as it is now, I believe Mortals should have the right to govern themselves. However, not all peoples will work like your Dark Elves, and not all people will be as weak as the Humans seem now. I would agree that we should, to obvious extents of reason, give the mortals the space to make their own rules and decide their own fates, so long as you accept the consequences it may bring your people, should they ever prove themselves not up to the task you, and they, have set themselves."

[Elricaltovilla]

One of the white eggs floated over to Vetasz, who tucked it away within his armor until later.

BROTHER IF YOU HAVE NO FURTHER NEED OF ME, I WILL TAKE MY LEAVE. I MUST PREPARE ACALHATAR FOR VISITORS.

[Xondoure]

Heart of the Sun

"I believe matters here are settled for now. You may attend to your own affairs brother. Once I have decided how best to fulfill your proposal, I shall see to it that it is done." Turning to Melaira Osramus nodded his head respectfully. "In such a manner as to leave it to the indivdual, of course." His eyes found Issomi's and lingered for a moment. A grin forming as he allowed his message to burn into the one who had vowed to slay him.

Come to kill me? Or perhaps take back your words. There will always be a seat for you upon the Godly Court should you choose to take it.

Reaching into himself, Osramus plucked forth the memories of what had transpired and offered them to Orion. "This should bring you up to speed." He said with a smile.

[Lady Serpentine]

[Heart of the Sun]

Kansheri, her hands, save for the one that had become the Boneblade, now clawed, with a lupine (save for the set of venomous mandibles on each side) muzzle, filled with serrated teeth, like those of a Geisthound, replacing her mouth, and thick plates of chitin where she had once had skin, landed in the Heart of the Sun, just behind Melaira, clearly displeased, the shard that had been waiting patiently merging with her as she did.

"By my count, we have at least half of the extant deities on our side, not merely a third, sister," the Changeling Queen pointed out softly, a cold, predatory, edge in her voice. "And I am willing to accept that the mortals be allowed to rule themselves, but a warning: If this... Self-appointed keeper... attempts to impose any of his rules upon my creations, rather than simply letting them choose for themselves, I will reduce him to a gibbering lump of flesh, capable only of knowing that he is in pain, for the rest of eternity, or until someone successfully argues that he has suffered enough and I should kill him.

And why, Osramus, should you be the one to enforce this for all? You are no greater than the rest of us, and I see no reason we cannot simply enforce the agreement for our own creations."

[Mynxae]

The Heart of the Sun

Arrus watched the world from high upon his golden wings and then returned to the Heart of the Sun once he knew what he wished to create. What he witnessed once he arrived though wasn't making sense.

"Witch Queen, why did you join this Court if at every turn you oppose the very purpose it was made? I have been watching your actions among your 'Dark Elves' especially towards those who fail to live up to their duties. Already I can tell you are enforcing your own laws among your creations, and those laws are not so different from the ones I would suggest."

Around Arrus appeared 11 white eggs. "I am prepared to give each member of the Court the privilege of having one of these eggs and creating his or her own race of dragons if they will agree to one condition. This being that their creations will not harm or punish their slaves or those under their jurisdiction without just cause."

16 AP
-10 Partial Create Life x 9: Nine white dragon eggs, whatever god receives one has to spend the remaining 2 or 4 AP to create their specific breed of dragon as either Greater or Legendary Life.
-5 Create Legendary Life: Golden Dragons in DnD Style. Created directly by Arrus himself, these Dragons take Outsiders under their wings. Whenever the bloodlines of Golden Dragons and Outsiders mix, the resulting Draconic Outsiders have magic that is five times as powerful as regular Outsiders.
-1 (Cost shared with Osramus, might want to split up the cost between yet another God too.) Create Legendary Concept: Draconic Bloodline Power. Whenever the Bloodlines of a God's breed of dragons and other chosen creations mix, the resulting Draconic creations have added and/or increased power that is derived from their Draconic Blood.

(OOC: Hope I'm not being too horribly confusing with the whole Draconic Bloodline Power concept.)


Heart of the Sun

Joika extended a tendril of water and wrapped it around one of the eggs, pulling it into her bubble. The egg flashed briefly and became coloured a deep sea blue as Joika embraced it and imprinted upon it the powers she wished it to posses.

Start AP: 2PAP.

Create Greater Life 2AP: Joika manipulates her egg to create Water Dragons/Sea Serpents. They posses the ability to manipulate water itself (much like the Sea Elves) but can also fly outside of water *throws in some mumbo-jumbo about manipulating water molecules in the air to fly* :smalltongue:. They can also breathe superheated steam and live for hundreds of years.

End AP: 0.

Once I have some of the Sea Serpents all alive and whatnot, I'll have some riders for them which'll make it easier for the Sea Elves to explore. Would I need to make a Society to make 'Sea Serpent Riders'? :smallfrown: 'Cause then I need to wait five days for AP.

[Xondoure]

Heart of the Sun

"I will act out the decisions of this court as its arbiter. Or do you disagree with the consensus reached here?"

[Dimonite]

Heart of the Sun

"I believe matters here are settled for now. You may attend to your own affairs brother. Once I have decided how best to fulfill your proposal, I shall see to it that it is done." Turning to Melaira Osramus nodded his head respectfully. "In such a manner as to leave it to the indivdual, of course." His eyes found Issomi's and lingered for a moment. A grin forming as he allowed his message to burn into the one who had vowed to slay him.

Come to kill me? Or perhaps take back your words. There will always be a seat for you upon the Godly Court should you choose to take it.
Reaching into himself, Osramus plucked forth the memories of what had transpired and offered them to Orion. "This should bring you up to speed." He said with a smile.

The Sun
"I'm just here as a favor to Volk, who's performing a much more fun one for me right about now. Killing you is not the current plan, but don't push it."



Because I forgot to do it when I actually revealed it:
11AP (Current)
-4AP Create Relic: The Ever-changing Blade (Currently called Secret)
Volk's personal weapon, forged by a drow smith and given life by Volk with the blood of a virgin and a snake. The ever-changing blade can bend and twist it's shape in any way Volk wills, and is generally used to form a weapon in battle according to whatever Volk feels like fighting with today. At any given moment, it is mocking the user, often in unnecessary and childish ways. It grants bonuses in combat but we'll assume it's just learning how to work itself with this fight and thus gets no bonuses so it's clear I'm not pulling this out of my ass just get an advantage.
7AP

Volk dodged to the side and sliced at the opposing god's arm, aiming to slice it off at the elbow.



Village
And Issomi will push his clawed right hand through Rasotos' spine.

[Doc Kraken]

Heart of the Sun

Belaran ran his fingers through his hair, considering the arguments of his peers. "I fail to see why this has caused such contention. Did we not create the mortals to govern themselves - with our guidance, certainly, but what fun would it be if we spoonfed them everything? They must learn to think for themselves, as I see it. But no matter. I shall stand by the Court's decision. As for these dragons..."

Another egg suddenly disappeared from Arrus's clutch, only to reappear in the Inquisitive One's hand. Belaran tossed it up into the air lightly before secreting it within his cloak. "Splendid notion, my...errr...nephew? Would that be the term? I have just the idea for them."

Start AP: 7

Create Legendary Life: Brass Dragons (-4 AP). Strange fusions of metal and flesh, the Brass Dragons are a rare and marvelous species. Their scales are hard and sharp as a razor's edge, their intelligence is far beyond that of the average mortal, and they are unmatched at aerial endurance and acrobatics owing to the multitude of gas bladders located throughout their bodies. When in desperate need, they can exhale noxious vapors from these organs, stunning anyone unfortunate enough to catch a whiff. Fortunately for their neighbors, they are rarely hostile, save when their immediate territory is threatened. They lair in remote places throughout the western continent, feeding off of sauropod herds and the occasional beached whale.


End AP: 3

[Saidoro]

Rasotos makes to parry The Hound's strike when he notices his new attacker. He half-turns, hoping to dodge Volk's strike and counter against his new assailant but accomplishing neither. His blades slashes in Issomi's direction but he takes both hits, Volk's Missing slightly its intended target and severing his right leg instead while The Midnight Murderer's hand pushes deep into his gut.

Heart of the Sun
The shard Rasotos had left behind who, up until this moment, had merely been observing affairs quietly emits a pained gasp and falls to his knees before abruptly vanishing.

[Dimonite]

Rasotos makes to parry The Hound's strike when he notices his new attacker. He half-turns, hoping to dodge Volk's strike and counter against his new assailant but accomplishing neither. His blades slashes in Issomi's direction but he takes both hits, Volk's Missing slightly its intended target and severing his right leg instead while The Midnight Murderer's hand pushes deep into his gut.

Heart of the Sun
The shard Rasotos had left behind who, up until this moment, had merely been observing affairs quietly emits a pained gasp and falls to his knees before abruptly vanishing.



Village

As Rasotos dies, Issomi turns to Volk and speaks:
"Oh, that was satisfying. Did you see his face at the sun? BEAUTIFUL."
He then turns to the Morstygii and signals them to continue slaughtering the humans.

Heart of the Sun

The shard of Issomi walks up to the shard of Volk and raises his skeletal left hand for a high five.

[HalfTangible]

Village

As Rasotos dies, Issomi turns to Volk and speaks:
"Oh, that was satisfying. Did you see his face at the sun? BEAUTIFUL."
He then turns to the Morstygii and signals them to continue slaughtering the humans.

Heart of the Sun

The shard of Issomi walks up to the shard of Volk and raises his skeletal left hand for a high five.

Heart of the Sun

Volk just cocked an eyebrow at him. Issomi might note that Volk's hand is in the Raven Queen's, and his other hand is rubbing her back.

Village

Volk knelt next to the corpse and held up his hand for a high-five. Ya know, being open about murdering a member of pantheon surrounded by members of that pantheon isn't a bright move. The Ever-changing blade morphed into a dagger, and he started stabbing the corpse to let the blood splurt out over the war god's face. Volk licked up the blood with a childish glee in his eyes. I'm gonna take his heart. You want some of his blood? It's still fresh and warm.

[Xondoure]

Heart of the Sun

Osramus watched as Rasoto fell and vanished, acknowledging Issomi's celebration with a wave of anger barely contained.

"The child was a fool not to ask for aid." Osramus said as his gaze turned to Issomi. "Nevertheless you have dared to slay one of my subjects and as such you and your associates are no longer welcome here." As Osramus stood his image began to change, although to each god it seemed different in form. Strength of will and flesh took shape as an aura of overwhelming power. And as his rage became manifest, the feeling of inferiority shook all those subject to his wrath. "If I might offer some last advice; run."

6AP
3AP - Gain Domain - Pride (Supreme)
3AP - Gain Domain - Sun (Above All)
0AP
Osramus is now a lesser god

[Dimonite]

Heart of the Sun

Osramus watched as Rasoto fell and vanished, acknowledging Issomi's celebration with a wave of anger barely contained.

"The child was a fool not to ask for aid." Osramus said as his gaze turned to Issomi. "Nevertheless you have dared to slay one of my subjects and as such you and your associates are no longer welcome here." As Osramus stood his image began to change, although to each god it seemed different in form. Strength of will and flesh took shape as an aura of overwhelming power. And as his rage became manifest, the feeling of inferiority shook all those subject to his wrath. "If I might offer some last advice; run."

6AP
3AP - Gain Domain - Pride (Supreme)
3AP - Gain Domain - Sun (Above All)
0AP
Osramus is now a lesser god


Heart of the Sun

"Oh, I was welcome before? In a place of light, law, and good? No, I think not. I think this was the inevitable result of our mutual existence. Goodbye, brother."

And with that, the shard of Issomi vanishes.

Village
With the shard gone from the sun, Issomi speaks to Volk:
"Sorry if I got you in trouble with the sun god. I'll just take this spleen and be on my way now."

And he grabs the spleen, then hides himself away in the shadow.

[Mynxae]

Heart of the Sun

Osramus watched as Rasoto fell and vanished, acknowledging Issomi's celebration with a wave of anger barely contained.

"The child was a fool not to ask for aid." Osramus said as his gaze turned to Issomi. "Nevertheless you have dared to slay one of my subjects and as such you and your associates are no longer welcome here." As Osramus stood his image began to change, although to each god it seemed different in form. Strength of will and flesh took shape as an aura of overwhelming power. And as his rage became manifest, the feeling of inferiority shook all those subject to his wrath. "If I might offer some last advice; run."

6AP
3AP - Gain Domain - Pride (Supreme)
3AP - Gain Domain - Sun (Above All)
0AP
Osramus is now a lesser god

Joika saw her second son fall and die, submitting to pure rage as it happened. "HOW DARE YOU STRIKE DOWN MY SON ISSOMI?! HOW DARE YOU!" screamed Joika, controlling a tendril of water to fling him away from the rest of them, barreling after him with her bubble which was boiling uncontrollably. "HE WAS A DEFENCELESS YOUNGLING! ONLY NEWLY BORN INTO THIS WORLD WITH HOPES AND DREAMS! HOW COULD YOU JUST STRIKE HIM DOWN, YOU MONSTER!" she shouted, her voice booming into the void, whipping him with her superheated watery whip. As the shard dissipated, she screamed in rage to all of Creation. "I SHALL NOT FORGET THIS ISSOMI!"

[Saidoro]

Rasotos saw The Bloody God leaning over him. Well, saw is not quite the right word, rather he knew it the same way that he knew that he was a god, the same way he knew that the remaining humans were now entirely defenseless and without hope and the same way he knew his shattered husk could not possibly defend them. He tried to reach out for him but his body would not move, and a single thought flashed through his slowing mind: all things that were not gods must die.
No.
It was barely a whisper, easily mistaken for escaping air from a cooling corpse, but it was also a focal point, a single point of will forged into an unbreakable constant.
No.
This time it was louder, and accompanied by movement, Rasotos swung one arm at The Hound's head as he propped himself up with the other. And when he opened his mouth again he spoke with the ringing words of pure creation.
Death is not the end.
All around the Deathwarder the battlefield burst into motion as every corpse brought itself to its feet, those of the dead humans moving with all the grace they had in life while the fallen Morstygii shambled and jerked upwards like grim marionettes.
Rasotos now fully took to his feet, his severed leg reassembling itself as he did so and he spoke once more, each of the Morstygii puppets speaking as one with him while the humans readied their weapons.
Any who lays down their weapons and swears to never harm another shall be allowed to leave. Any who persists in striking at those under my care shall be destroyed. Choose.
Starting AP: 21
-5 Cosmic Decree: All living and/or thinking creatures have souls which can persist after death and which can, with the right magic or divine intervention, be returned to a some form of life.
-5 Legendary Concept: Theurgy Theurgy is a type of magic based around manipulating or drawing power from souls, either one's own or another's. It also has a fair amount of control over flesh and other such living materials. Theurgy is relatively independent of the winds of power compared to most forms of magic; while a soul's energies are recharged by the winds it can still only provide so much energy so quickly, and it can carry its energy some distance from where it was obtained.
-3 Magical Concept: Necromancy Necromancy is a subcategory of Theurgy dealing with the use of the spirit to heal living tissue or reanimate the dead. There are two ways the latter can be done, either by using the casters own spirit to control the body as a puppet or by calling up a dead spirit to inhabit the body and control it for you.
-2 Form Order: The Risen Guardians An order of undead warriors dedicated to protecting those who cannot protect themselves, currently made up of people from this one town.
-3 Gain Domain: Mercy(Innocence)
-3 Gain Domain: Magic(Life and Death)
Rasotos is now a lesser god.
Ending AP: 0

[HalfTangible]

Heart of the Sun]

"Oh, I was welcome before? In a place of light, law, and good? No, I think not. I think this was the inevitable result of our mutual existence. Goodbye, brother."

And with that, the shard of Issomi vanishes.

...I'm beginning to think allying myself with that moron was a very bad and hasty decision. He thought in the Raven Queen's general direction.


Village
With the shard gone from the sun, Issomi speaks to Volk:
"Sorry if I got you in trouble with the sun god. I'll just take this spleen and be on my way now."

And he grabs the spleen, then hides himself away in the shadow.

Volk waved dismissively at the mortals pillaging the humans. Have fun with that. I'm gonna drink me some blood. He stuck his hand into a puddle of the god's lifeblood, then licked it up.

Almost immediately he spat it back out. Oh Creator, it tastes like purity! What kind of moron doesn't have any waste in his blood?!


Rasotos saw The Bloody God leaning over him. Well, saw is not quite the right word, rather he knew it the same way that he knew that he was a god, the same way he knew that the remaining humans were now entirely defenseless and without hope and the same way he knew his shattered husk could not possibly defend them. He tried to reach out for him but his body would not move, and a single thought flashed through his slowing mind: all things that were not gods must die.
No.
It was barely a whisper, easily mistaken for escaping air from a cooling corpse, but it was also a focal point, a single point of will forged into an unbreakable constant.
No.
This time it was louder, and accompanied by movement, Rasotos swung one arm at The Hound's head as he propped himself up with the other. And when he opened his mouth again he spoke with the ringing words of pure creation.
Death is not the end.
All around the Deathwarder the battlefield burst into motion as every corpse brought itself to its feet, those of the dead humans moving with all the grace they had in life while the fallen Morstygii shambled and jerked upwards like grim marionettes.
Rasotos now fully took to his feet, his severed leg reassembling itself as he did so and he spoke once more, each of the Morstygii puppets speaking as one with him while the humans readied their weapons.
Any who lays down their weapons and swears to never harm another shall be allowed to leave. Any who persists in striking at those under my care shall be destroyed. Choose.
Starting AP: 21
-5 Cosmic Decree: All living and/or thinking creatures have souls which can persist after death and which can, with the right magic or divine intervention, be returned to a some form of life.
-5 Legendary Concept: Theurgy Theurgy is a type of magic based around manipulating or drawing power from souls, either one's own or another's. It also has a fair amount of control over flesh and other such living materials. Theurgy is relatively independent of the winds of power compared to most forms of magic; while a soul's energies are recharged by the winds it can still only provide so much energy so quickly, and it can carry its energy some distance from where it was obtained.
-3 Magical Concept: Necromancy Necromancy is a subcategory of Theurgy dealing with the use of the spirit to heal living tissue or reanimate the dead. There are two ways the latter can be done, either by using the casters own spirit to control the body as a puppet or by calling up a dead spirit to inhabit the body and control it for you.
-2 Form Order: The Risen Guardians An order of undead warriors dedicated to protecting those who cannot protect themselves, currently made up of people from this one town.
-3 Gain Domain: Mercy(Innocence)
-3 Gain Domain: Magic(Life and Death)
Rasotos is now a lesser god.
Ending AP: 0

Volk cocked an eyebrow at him. Issomi's gonna be pissed at you for that.

[Dimonite]

Rasotos saw The Bloody God leaning over him. Well, saw is not quite the right word, rather he knew it the same way that he knew that he was a god, the same way he knew that the remaining humans were now entirely defenseless and without hope and the same way he knew his shattered husk could not possibly defend them. He tried to reach out for him but his body would not move, and a single thought flashed through his slowing mind: all things that were not gods must die.
No.
It was barely a whisper, easily mistaken for escaping air from a cooling corpse, but it was also a focal point, a single point of will forged into an unbreakable constant.
No.
This time it was louder, and accompanied by movement, Rasotos swung one arm at The Hound's head as he propped himself up with the other. And when he opened his mouth again he spoke with the ringing words of pure creation.
Death is not the end.
All around the Deathwarder the battlefield burst into motion as every corpse brought itself to its feet, those of the dead humans moving with all the grace they had in life while the fallen Morstygii shambled and jerked upwards like grim marionettes.
Rasotos now fully took to his feet, his severed leg reassembling itself as he did so and he spoke once more, each of the Morstygii puppets speaking as one with him while the humans readied their weapons.
Any who lays down their weapons and swears to never harm another shall be allowed to leave. Any who persists in striking at those under my care shall be destroyed. Choose.
Starting AP: 21
-5 Cosmic Decree: All living and/or thinking creatures have souls which can persist after death and which can, with the right magic or divine intervention, be returned to a some form of life.
-5 Legendary Concept: Theurgy Theurgy is a type of magic based around manipulating or drawing power from souls, either one's own or another's. It also has a fair amount of control over flesh and other such living materials. Theurgy is relatively independent of the winds of power compared to most forms of magic; while a soul's energies are recharged by the winds it can still only provide so much energy so quickly, and it can carry its energy some distance from where it was obtained.
-3 Magical Concept: Necromancy Necromancy is a subcategory of Theurgy dealing with the use of the spirit to heal living tissue or reanimate the dead. There are two ways the latter can be done, either by using the casters own spirit to control the body as a puppet or by calling up a dead spirit to inhabit the body and control it for you.
-2 Form Order: The Risen Guardians An order of undead warriors dedicated to protecting those who cannot protect themselves, currently made up of people from this one town.
-3 Gain Domain: Mercy(Innocence)
-3 Gain Domain: Magic(Life and Death)
Rasotos is now a lesser god.
Ending AP: 0

Village
Issomi throws his head back and howls in laughter.
"Oh, this is rich. YOU'RE going on about 'striking at those under your care?' My Morstygii had PERMISSION to be killing the humans. I don't recall granting you any such rights regarding MY creatures - neither for death nor resurrection. But go ahead, let them continue beyond death for a while - eventually, they will all expire."

As if to demonstrate his point, Issomi quickly slays all of the risen Morstygii before vanishing again.

Elsewhere

Issomi, isolated and alone, begins to think about his actions.
"Ah, that was stupid, he says to himself, "I should've just killed him quietly, and none could have known that it was me. Well, I shall learn from this foolishness, and never brag about my kills again.

Start: 3 AP
Gain Domain: Slaughter (stealth) (3 AP)
End: 0 AP

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Barrabus, Heart of the Sun

Barrabus moved to stand with Osramus, the golden gods wrathful aura causing his body to almost glow with the light reflecting from his Topaz form. Let us not make empty threats against other members of this council, those too eager to bring a confrontation to violence will find their rashness backfire upon themselves. A blow has been struck against one of our number, and I believe it is one too many. Let those among us not turn to violence against the other members of this court, if they may yet voice their grievances."

[Elricaltovilla]

Vetasz watched the death of the younger god with an impassive face. He knew something like this was bound to happen, had the laws he suggested been in place, he could have acted to prevent that death. In his unbeating heart though, Vetasz knew that he must act to demonstrate the rightness of Law.

I SHALL RETURN. He announced and vanished into the world below.

Starting AP: 7
Bless: 1 AP- Vetasz knows the location of both Issomi and Volk and will seek them out until they are brought to justice.

Final AP: 6

The Warden appeared behind the god of shadows and murder, Issomi. He raised his tower shield in front of him, its crystal spike weeping the blood of victims who had never recieved justice.

YOU HAVE COMMITTED A GRAVE CRIME AGAINST YOUR FELLOWS. ISSOMI, I FIND YOU GUILTY OF THE CRIME OF MURDER, YOUR SENTENCE WILL BE CARRIED OUT IN ACALHATAR. WILL YOU YIELD?

[Dimonite]

Vetasz watched the death of the younger god with an impassive face. He knew something like this was bound to happen, had the laws he suggested been in place, he could have acted to prevent that death. In his unbeating heart though, Vetasz knew that he must act to demonstrate the rightness of Law.

I SHALL RETURN. He announced and vanished into the world below.

Starting AP: 7
Bless: 1 AP- Vetasz knows the location of both Issomi and Volk and will seek them out until they are brought to justice.

Final AP: 6

The Warden appeared behind the god of shadows and murder, Issomi. He raised his tower shield in front of him, its crystal spike weeping the blood of victims who had never recieved justice.

YOU HAVE COMMITTED A GRAVE CRIME AGAINST YOUR FELLOWS. ISSOMI, I FIND YOU GUILTY OF THE CRIME OF MURDER, YOUR SENTENCE WILL BE CARRIED OUT IN ACALHATAR. WILL YOU YIELD?



"I think you have me confused with someone else, Warden. I was defending my people - who had the full permission of the humans' creator to prey on them - from the unwarranted assault of an angry god, who should have at least asked my permission to kill them. When the war god showed up to assist my Morstygii, this rash godling attacked, and I figured I should stop him. I simply saw no reason to use nonlethal force; he certainly wasn't. So no, I do not yield, and you should be elsewhere.

[Elricaltovilla]

"I think you have me confused with someone else, Warden. I was defending my people - who had the full permission of the humans' creator to prey on them - from the unwarranted assault of an angry god, who should have at least asked my permission to kill them. When the war god showed up to assist my Morstygii, this rash godling attacked, and I figured I should stop him. I simply saw no reason to use nonlethal force; he certainly wasn't. So no, I do not yield, and you should be elsewhere.

YOUR GUILT OR INNOCENCE WILL BE DECIDED BY A COURT OF YOUR PEERS. YOU DID NOT ASK PERMISSION TO BEGIN YOUR SLAUGHTER, AND AS SUCH I FIND YOUR ARGUMENT SUITABLY LACKING IN DEFENSE. I ASK YOU ONE LAST TIME, WILL YOU YIELD?

[Dimonite]

YOUR GUILT OR INNOCENCE WILL BE DECIDED BY A COURT OF YOUR PEERS. YOU DID NOT ASK PERMISSION TO BEGIN YOUR SLAUGHTER, AND AS SUCH I FIND YOUR ARGUMENT SUITABLY LACKING IN DEFENSE. I ASK YOU ONE LAST TIME, WILL YOU YIELD?



"Oh, so one minute you're proclaiming judgement, and the next I get a trial by jury? Such consistency within the law! And what exactly do you mean by saying I 'did not ask permission to begin my slaughter'? I had carte blanche on the humans as long as I didn't kill all of them. And anyway, since when is murder a crime? I'm certainly not a member of any society or organization that lists it as such. Murder is what I AM. So I ask you: is it just, Warden, to punish me for my very existence? The godling was well-loved, and we both know that there can be no fair trial for me. So what do you stand for, Warden: law or justice?

[Novaix]

Heart of the Sun
Orion nodded, shuffling over to stand by the sun god. "Sorry, Mothers, but... I'm siding with Osramus and Barrabus here. Really... why do we have to start inconveniencing each other and making decisions? I don't see why everyone needs to interfere with each other's creations without their permission, or even at all. Simply stick to yourselves unless you and the other god both decide you want to go to war or intermingle or whatever." While he was here, the star god took one of the Dragon Eggs, concealing it within his robes for safety. He could bring his dragons into the world later, when his creativity was flowing and he was less tired.

+4AP from last week's rollover that I forgot
Gain Domain: War (Peace). -3AP
Create Legendary Concept: Draconic Bloodlines. -1AP
0AP.
Domain AP:
Wrath (Justice): Starting Domain.
Light (Stars): Starting Domain.
Elves (Angels and High Elves): Create Legendary Life: Angels (5AP), Alter Land: Angel Islands (1AP), Boon: Angelic Immortality (1/3AP).
War (Peace): Divine Covenant: Angels and High Elves (5AP), Boon: Angelic Immortality (2/3AP).
Orion is now a Lesser Deity.

[Elricaltovilla]

"Oh, so one minute you're proclaiming judgement, and the next I get a trial by jury? Such consistency within the law! And what exactly do you mean by saying I 'did not ask permission to begin my slaughter'? I had carte blanche on the humans as long as I didn't kill all of them. And anyway, since when is murder a crime? I'm certainly not a member of any society or organization that lists it as such. Murder is what I AM. So I ask you: is it just, Warden, to punish me for my very existence? The godling was well-loved, and we both know that there can be no fair trial for me. So what do you stand for, Warden: law or justice?

A FALLACIOUS ARGUMENT MEANT TO DETRACT FROM MY RESOLVE BY CREATING A FALSE DYCHOTOMY BETWEEN LAW AND JUSTICE. THE LAW IS JUSTICE AND JUSTICE IS THE LAW, UNTIL SUCH TIME AS THE LAW IS CHANGED. I STAND FOR NEITHER, I AM BOTH. I CAN NO MORE ALLOW YOU TO SPIT IN THE FACE OF MY BEING THAN YOU CAN CEASE TO MURDER.

WHEN RASOTOS LAID A CLAIM OF PROTECTION ON THE HUMANS YOU SLAUGHTERED, YOU LOST YOUR CARTE BLANCHE RIGHTS OF SLAUGHTER. PREPARE YOURSELF, CRIMINAL. JUSTICE COMES FOR YOU! His mighty towershield raised horizontally in front of him, Vetasz charged the other god to impale him on its bleeding spikes.

Attack:[roll0]
Defense: [roll1]
Health: 60

[Darklady2831]

The Heart of the Sun

Melaira looked to her Sisters, and then to Volk. She stepped between the rest of the gods assembled and her beloved Alpha. "Gods do not die so lightly, search and find him, for he lives yet. Do not punish those who slew him, for he challenged them in their own territory, it was his error, and he has been punished for it..."

Meanwhile, near Vetasz

The Raven Queen used her power, bringing tendrils of energy up from the earth beneath Vetasz's feet, attempting to immobilize him. She siphoned the force of his charge off, defending against it as best she could. Then she sent arcs of multi-colored lightning to the Grand Warden, electrocuting him. "CALL ME A HARLOT WILL YOU?! I'LL KILL YOU!" With that, Vetasz felt his power dimmed. It did not weaken him, but he could feel himself unable to call for aid to the Godly Court.

2 AP - 1 AP - 1 AP = 0 AP
1 - Praise - Melaira's true body followed Vetasz, leaving only a shard behind in the sun.
1 - Censure - Vetasz can't call for aid, he's trapped here, two on one, Melaira and Issomi against the Grand Warden.
Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]
Health: 18/20 (No matter what I roll you can only deal 2 damage)

Harglen Mines, the Daggerspine Mountains

Massira whipped the human again, shouting at it to get back to work. She smiled gleefully, she loved her job. The whipping, the torture, the general atmosphere. Hell, she even loved her colleagues, some more than others. The four other Dark Elves with her laughed as she humiliated another slacker. Twenty three humans, and none of them could challenge the Dark Elves. The three Harpy guards certainly didn't help their courage, nor did the razor sharp blades and crossbow bolts that Terren and Phila held.

Loud clangs rang throughout the caves as the human slaves worked to dig up more metal for the Dark Elf forges. If there was anything else in there, they would definitely notice. They'd also notice the laughter of the Dark Elves, and their lanterns lighting up the caves from here all the way to the surface.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Harglen Mines, the Daggerspine Mountains

As the Dark Elves laughed their voices echoed through the caves of the mountain. It was nothing compared to the Underdark that other continents boasted, but these caves were still quite extensive, it was virtually impossible to explore them all.

As they laughed, the Dark Elves, even with their formidable hearing, did not seem to detect the almost silent plodding of practiced hunters feet in the distance, however the occasional glint off on the very corner of their light might do so, like gold or silver, or precious gems, it was there and then in a moment, it was gone as if it had never been.

[Dimonite]

The Heart of the Sun

Melaira looked to her Sisters, and then to Volk. She stepped between the rest of the gods assembled and her beloved Alpha. "Gods do not die so lightly, search and find him, for he lives yet. Do not punish those who slew him, for he challenged them in their own territory, it was his error, and he has been punished for it..."

Meanwhile, near Vetasz

The Raven Queen used her power, bringing tendrils of energy up from the earth beneath Vetasz's feet, attempting to immobilize him. She siphoned the force of his charge off, defending against it as best she could. Then she sent arcs of multi-colored lightning to the Grand Warden, electrocuting him. "CALL ME A HARLOT WILL YOU?! I'LL KILL YOU!" With that, Vetasz felt his power dimmed. It did not weaken him, but he could feel himself unable to call for aid to the Godly Court.

2 AP - 1 AP - 1 AP = 0 AP
1 - Praise - Melaira's true body followed Vetasz, leaving only a shard behind in the sun.
1 - Censure - Vetasz can't call for aid, he's trapped here, two on one, Melaira and Issomi against the Grand Warden.
Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]
Health: 18/20 (No matter what I roll you can only deal 2 damage)

Harglen Mines, the Daggerspine Mountains

Massira whipped the human again, shouting at it to get back to work. She smiled gleefully, she loved her job. The whipping, the torture, the general atmosphere. Hell, she even loved her colleagues, some more than others. The four other Dark Elves with her laughed as she humiliated another slacker. Twenty three humans, and none of them could challenge the Dark Elves. The three Harpy guards certainly didn't help their courage, nor did the razor sharp blades and crossbow bolts that Terren and Phila held.

Loud clangs rang throughout the caves as the human slaves worked to dig up more metal for the Dark Elf forges. If there was anything else in there, they would definitely notice. They'd also notice the laughter of the Dark Elves, and their lanterns lighting up the caves from here all the way to the surface.



Issomi laughs some more.
"Thank you, Witch-Queen! I was worried that once he finished waffling over whether to give me a trial or appoint himself judge, jury and executioner, I'd be done for. Now, however...
He finishes the thought with a slash at the Warden's face.

Attack: 6d6 (23)
Defense: 2d6 (5)
HP: 20

[Elricaltovilla]

Issomi laughs some more.
"Thank you, Witch-Queen! I was worried that once he finished waffling over whether to give me a trial or appoint himself judge, jury and executioner, I'd be done for. Now, however...
He finishes the thought with a slash at the Warden's face.




Meanwhile, near Vetasz

The Raven Queen used her power, bringing tendrils of energy up from the earth beneath Vetasz's feet, attempting to immobilize him. She siphoned the force of his charge off, defending against it as best she could. Then she sent arcs of multi-colored lightning to the Grand Warden, electrocuting him. "CALL ME A HARLOT WILL YOU?! I'LL KILL YOU!" With that, Vetasz felt his power dimmed. It did not weaken him, but he could feel himself unable to call for aid to the Godly Court.


Vetasz took the attacks with a grunt, ichor oozed from the few exposed places on his body. He could feel the curse sapping at his strength, but it hardly mattered at this point. He never expected to be liked, it was his Duty to be the villain.

He summoned still more of his divine power and pulled a rust-pitted spiked chain from the well of his divine power.

ONE GOD, TWO GODS, A HUNDRED GODS. IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE TO ME. NEITHER OF YOU WILL WALK AWAY FROM THIS FIGHT VICTORIOUS. ONLY JUSTICE WILL PREVAIL. He swung the chain at the Raven Queen, lashing out with a cold fury.

AP: 6
4 AP: Create Relic +1d6 Attack
Torment's Coil- A massive spiked chain that Vetasz uses as an offensive weapon and a means to bind his quarry.

[roll0] I could argue that I get to apply the +1d6 now, but I'll be nice, since it's kind of a dirty trick. It's coming in next round though.
[roll1]
HP: 56
New stats: Atk: 2d6 Def: 7d6 HP: 60

[Xondoure]

Heart of the Sun

"Defending their dominance over mortals is one thing, and in truth we could debate the morality of such actions till the end of time. However killing a god in retaliation is another entirely. Especially when the god in question was under my care."

As the cosmic decree of Rasoto reverberated throughout existence Osramus' thoughts turned to Joika. Have hope goddess of the sea. Your son has been clever enough to establish a way out. He may yet return to us.

[Snowfire]

Watching and learning. Watching and learning. On and on it went, actions and words and motions and things-without-name passing before her bright eyes. She heard and saw her Chaos-mommy explaining things, felt the creations and the arguments and the beginnings of lines drawn between her mothers and cousins.

Feeling and seeing. Knowing without bounds upon her sight. It was...too much. Far too much for her now, perhaps too much for her ever. But there where ways around that, weren't there...

Winds gathered around her, spinning in and in and in - forming a solid weave of wind and magic. Power crackled deep within, flaring and crackling across the young goddess's fingertips. And a fragment, a sliver of her inherent power, poured out of those fingertips.

In the Court of the Sun, an egg vanished in a silver whirlwind, its passing sending waves of energy rippling through the meeting place of the Court. No one would see that egg ever again.

Not until the proper time.

Ceryna's lips quirked in a slight smile as she worked, divine strength pouring out of her and echoing across the void in time to her beating heart. And her eyes saw, saw so far and so true that it hurt. Rage building, arrogance muffling, blood and terror and horror and death and never-return. Light shone, but was choked by darkness and smoke. Winds of magic blew and warped the universe. Conflict erupted. All as it would be. But...no! WHY!

Then the divines were fighting, and she was unable to do anything but watch. No! That was her brother! Wh-

No.

Love is a hold for many things. But there are some lines...some that even a child knows should never be crossed. All thoughts of creating for her mother's creations forgotten as her power grew - and her mind with it - Ceryna reached deep within herself. Silver fire whirled and blazed, following the paths of power and memory. Time is eternal, it waits forever. Fate is the path you choose to walk to the end of that waiting. Ceryna's eyes, beautiful to her mothers, slid closed. And this time they stayed shut. Her sight was too terrible, too painful. No more. Through the Weave she would see. And it would be gentle.

And then there was her witch-mother. Black on black who had birthed silver-white. Funny how that works out...

The three combatants ground to a halt as Cernya, exerting her divinity for the first time in her life, faded into existence on the sidelines of the conflict. And her voice echoed, ragged with pain and understanding that she had never wished for, rising on the edge of a psychic scream.

STOP IT!

17 AP
Create Relic (Fateweave): 17 - 4 = 13
Fateweave is a literal representation of the ever-changing weave of Fate. Through it, Ceryna can exert her power of sight without being overwhelmed and see through all but the strongest divine barriers. It gives +10 to health, literally tying its mistress into the fabric of reality.

Create Legendary Life (Time Dragons): 13 - 4 = 9
Time Dragons. 'Nuff said.

Form Order (Continuum): 9 - 2 = 7
Time Dragon order dedicated to keeping the timeline stable. What that actually implies is up to Ceryna/Fateweave.

Gain Domain (Future [Knowing]): 7 - 3 = 4

Gain Domain (Time [Sight]): 4 - 3 = 1

1 AP left.

Ceryna is now a Lesser Deity. And a ten year old.

[Mynxae]

Heart of the Sun

"Defending their dominance over mortals is one thing, and in truth we could debate the morality of such actions till the end of time. However killing a god in retaliation is another entirely. Especially when the god in question was under my care."

As the cosmic decree of Rasoto reverberated throughout existence Osramus' thoughts turned to Joika. Have hope goddess of the sea. Your son has been clever enough to establish a way out. He may yet return to us.

Heart of the Sun

"I sure hope so, my friend" thought Joika worriedly. "I must bid thee all good day. We shall meet again" she fumed, still angry over the matter of her son. She swirled upwards and she disappeared, her bubble exploding like a firework, droplets falling on all who're present, spreading the scent of Water Lilies.

Tyrannis, the Frozen City

The President of the Sea Elves was busy at work preparing envoys to go to the other Elven Nations but Joika arrived with some news that would get them there much faster than just swimming to the shore and walking from there... Oh no. She had bred the Sea Serpents off in the oceans with her real self ever since her shard had teleported the egg to her from the Throne of Sun.

"Come, my happy little serpents!" said Joika happily, letting loose a high-pitched call, summoning the serpents. They all came to her, coiling through the air in the odd fashion of flight they had been blessed with. They had scales of deep sea blue with long whisker-like appendages on either side of their mouths. They had a small hollow a metre below their head which functioned as a place to ride on comfortably.

"The Sea Serpents are yours to use my Sea Elves. Feel free to harbour them in your city, take care of them, and use them as a means of transportation even, for they are capable of that also. But mistreat them, and you shall be punished" she said solemnly.

The envoys clambered aboard some of the Sea Serpents along with some guards and took wing, gliding through the ocean. One group headed towards the Wild Elves, the other to the Dark Elves.

The Wild Elves

The envoy to the Wild Elves descended upon their Sea Serpents to the ground, almost falling off of them but managing to maintain balance long enough to descend somewhat gracefully. "Where is your leader?" said the lead Sea Elf respectfully to a passing Wild Elf.

The Dark Elves

The envoy to the Dark Elves gasped at the cruelty of their evil brethren, and had a frown set into their faces as they descended, staying on their Sea Serpents cautiously. "Who is your leader here?" said the lead Sea Elf, glancing around for danger that might come at any moment.

[Saidoro]

Two shards split off from Rasotos, one flying up to the heart of the sun and the other traveling to a previously unremarkable point on the coast of the southeastern continent(F10). The original kept its position before Volk.
I would rather not fight another god without need, but the people here will come to no further harm, this I promise you.

[HalfTangible]

Two shards split off from Rasotos, one flying up to the heart of the sun and the other traveling to a previously unremarkable point on the coast of the southeastern continent(F10). The original kept its position before Volk.
I would rather not fight another god without need, but the people here will come to no further harm, this I promise you.

He rolled his eyes and stood, chuckling. Issomi and I had an alliance, i came here to honor it. He's abandoned the field of battle, and I see no reason to engage you myself. He chuckled again as his sword turned back into a bracelet. It'd be fun, sure, but your pantheon would come after me and I don't relish angering my Queen. Good day.

Volk disappeared.

The Sun

I checked. Volk held up a finger, still standing close with Melaira. He's alive and... not quite well but decent. Issomi did not kill him. No punishment is needed.

[Elricaltovilla]

Watching and learning. Watching and learning. On and on it went, actions and words and motions and things-without-name passing before her bright eyes. She heard and saw her Chaos-mommy explaining things, felt the creations and the arguments and the beginnings of lines drawn between her mothers and cousins.

Feeling and seeing. Knowing without bounds upon her sight. It was...too much. Far too much for her now, perhaps too much for her ever. But there where ways around that, weren't there...

Winds gathered around her, spinning in and in and in - forming a solid weave of wind and magic. Power crackled deep within, flaring and crackling across the young goddess's fingertips. And a fragment, a sliver of her inherent power, poured out of those fingertips.

In the Court of the Sun, an egg vanished in a silver whirlwind, its passing sending waves of energy rippling through the meeting place of the Court. No one would see that egg ever again.

Not until the proper time.

Ceryna's lips quirked in a slight smile as she worked, divine strength pouring out of her and echoing across the void in time to her beating heart. And her eyes saw, saw so far and so true that it hurt. Rage building, arrogance muffling, blood and terror and horror and death and never-return. Light shone, but was choked by darkness and smoke. Winds of magic blew and warped the universe. Conflict erupted. All as it would be. But...no! WHY!

Then the divines were fighting, and she was unable to do anything but watch. No! That was her brother! Wh-

No.

Love is a hold for many things. But there are some lines...some that even a child knows should never be crossed. All thoughts of creating for her mother's creations forgotten as her power grew - and her mind with it - Ceryna reached deep within herself. Silver fire whirled and blazed, following the paths of power and memory. Time is eternal, it waits forever. Fate is the path you choose to walk to the end of that waiting. Ceryna's eyes, beautiful to her mothers, slid closed. And this time they stayed shut. Her sight was too terrible, too painful. No more. Through the Weave she would see. And it would be gentle.

And then there was her witch-mother. Black on black who had birthed silver-white. Funny how that works out...

The three combatants ground to a halt as Cernya, exerting her divinity for the first time in her life, faded into existence on the sidelines of the conflict. And her voice echoed, ragged with pain and understanding that she had never wished for, rising on the edge of a psychic scream.

STOP IT!

17 AP
Create Relic (Fateweave): 17 - 4 = 13
Fateweave is a literal representation of the ever-changing weave of Fate. Through it, Ceryna can exert her power of sight without being overwhelmed and see through all but the strongest divine barriers. It gives +10 to health, literally tying its mistress into the fabric of reality.

Create Legendary Life (Time Dragons): 13 - 4 = 9
Time Dragons. 'Nuff said.

Form Order (Continuum): 9 - 2 = 7
Time Dragon order dedicated to keeping the timeline stable. What that actually implies is up to Ceryna/Fateweave.

Gain Domain (Future [Knowing]): 7 - 3 = 4

Gain Domain (Time [Sight]): 4 - 3 = 1

1 AP left.

Ceryna is now a Lesser Deity. And a ten year old.

Vetasz ceased his assault, if only for a moment.

I ASK AGAIN. WILL. YOU. YIELD?

[Xondoure]

Heart of the Sun

Osramus turned to face the shard of Rasoto that had returned to the sun. "I'm not sure that's entirely accurate Hound. This one has died, and returned to us regardless." Moving out of the way so that Rasoto might face one of his killers Osramus continued. "It is your life that they took child. Let their fates be tied to your mercy."

[Dimonite]

Vetasz ceased his assault, if only for a moment.

I ASK AGAIN. WILL. YOU. YIELD?



Issomi pauses, and looks contemplative for a moment before speaking:
"Not likely."
And he slashes once more at Vetasz

Attack (6d6): 26
Defense (2d6): 10
HP: 20

[Snowfire]

I said STOP IT!

Ceryna screamed into Issomi's mind, the weave in her hand exploding with power. Threads erupted from the Fateweave, blue and silver rays of light that spun and circled in the air - tracing still the weave of Fate. And then they lashed out, catching Issomi's arm as he struck at Vetasz.

Attack: [roll0]
Defence: [roll1]
Health: 40

Tears streamed down her cheeks, each one fractured with inner light, and she whispered helplessly to Melaira.

Please, mother...do not do this...please...

Then, to Vetasz.

I...will help you with Issomi. But only if you hold no quarrel to my witch-mother!

[Doc Kraken]

The Heart of the Sun

All thoughts of dragons and the growing unease Belaran felt about the rising tensions between the gods dissipated as soon as Rasotos appeared. He darted forward, studying the risen god with unbridled curiosity.

"Amazing! How did you do that?"

[Darklady2831]

Melaira's eyes widened in horror as Ceryna appeared. She truly had not expected her daughter to show up. Already in mid-spell, the Raven queen twisted her magic, warping reality and drawing the threads of the Fateweave towards herself. They pierced her flesh, impaling her many times over. She cried out in pain, dropping to her knees, blood dripping from her numerous wounds. If Vetasz were to attack, Melaira would also draw the force of his blows toward herself, taking all of the assault against Issomi. She spat blood onto the ground before her, glaring at Issomi, "Run, you fool!"

Defense [roll0]
HP: 11/20 (Will edit in the damage as soon as I know how much I'm taking)

[Snowfire]

Time ceased for that moment. Twisting in on itself endless as Ceyrna felt her mother, her mother drawing the wounds into herself. And something...broke.

NO!

The threads grew taught, wrapping her mother in an almost gentle embrace.

Mother...why? Why do you force me to harm you when your nephew was almost murdered by the one you defend? Why?

Light expanded around the two, slipping through the cracks of her mother's power and forming a shield around them as Ceryna clung to her bleeding form. There was a vast, almost explosive, flash of blinding light as time and fate and space and all in between warped. And then they were gone.

Darklord, hope you'll allow this. If anyone (at this point either Melaira or Vetasz) wants to stop Ceryna, break her defence.

[Dimonite]

I said STOP IT!

Ceryna screamed into Issomi's mind, the weave in her hand exploding with power. Threads erupted from the Fateweave, blue and silver rays of light that spun and circled in the air - tracing still the weave of Fate. And then they lashed out, catching Issomi's arm as he struck at Vetasz.

Attack: [roll0]
Defence: [roll1]
Health: 40

Tears streamed down her cheeks, each one fractured with inner light, and she whispered helplessly to Melaira.

Please, mother...do not do this...please...

Then, to Vetasz.

I...will help you with Issomi. But only if you hold no quarrel to my witch-mother!


Issomi shrieks at Ceryna:

"Foolish girl! Stopping would have been yielding, and I am NEVER going to allow the Warden to drag me off to his prison. Now look at what you've done! Why should the Godly Court meddle in the affairs of one who would have nothing to do with them? Why do you so gladly follow codes that vilify my very existence?

He turns to Vetasz, and continues to speak.

"And who are you to pass judgement on me? If that idiot Rasotos had thought to ask, I would have stopped the Morstygii assault - I was not prepared for a conflict with all of my brethren! But killing is easier. I should know, I AM killing. All of you, this whole time, have been doing MY WORK - or at least, trying to. NOW LEAVE. ME. ALONE.

If no one stops him, he will simply run away at this point.

[Lady Serpentine]

[The Heart of the Sun]

Kansheri snarled in frustration, lashing out with the claws on her lower left hand to tear a hole through reality, and following her daughter* to the conflict, her legs shifting into a centipede-like carapace as she did.

On her arrival, she took up a position behind the young - albeit considerably older than she had been a moment ago - goddess, plainly intending to keep Ceryna safe from the others, no matter which side they might be on.

But then Melaira and her daughter vanish, and she snarls in fury at Vesatz for starting this, and in doing so, driving Ceryna's mind to the breaking point, then charges him, leaping when she's around halfway to the Warden, and bringing the Boneblade down in an arc as she starts to fall, using as much of her bodyweight as she can to try to slice into his neck.


[Elfwilds]

Just as the Sea Elf finishes speaking, a tiger leaps from a nearby rooftop, landing just in front of the Sea Elves, shifting into a dark-skinned elf with golden hair, wearing Sarghress-leather pants, and a jacket lined with Barghest fur, as he does.

"That would be me. Aen Vale, leader of the Tiger Line, at least in this section of the city. Though you'll have to talk to most of the other Lines individually. And don't even bother looking for someone you can talk to who has more authority; there isn't anyone."

[HalfTangible]

Melaira's eyes widened in horror as Ceryna appeared. She truly had not expected her daughter to show up. Already in mid-spell, the Raven queen twisted her magic, warping reality and drawing the threads of the Fateweave towards herself. They pierced her flesh, impaling her many times over. She cried out in pain, dropping to her knees, blood dripping from her numerous wounds. If Vetasz were to attack, Melaira would also draw the force of his blows toward herself, taking all of the assault against Issomi. She spat blood onto the ground before her, glaring at Issomi, "Run, you fool!"

Defense [roll0]
HP: 11/20 (Will edit in the damage as soon as I know how much I'm taking)

Divine Battle

A vaguely humanoid fireball roared down from the heavens.

Volk crashed to the ground, burning the ground beneath him, a massive and strange axe with many spinning teeth in his hand. Blood dripped from his chest, as it always does, and he snarled in rage as the chainaxe revved, belching exhaust into the air.

When I'm done, you'll wish I was just here to kill you. His laugh came out like the harsh, guttural guffaw of a man possessed.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Barrabus, Heart of the Sun

Barrabus saw confusion as gods entered and left the Heart to and from the battle that had started, watching the strange course the fight had begun to take, and Barrabus spoke to his fellow Court members "Come my fellow Courtiers, our noble King, we must put an end to this conflict before it spirals even further out of control, Arrus, Osramus, and all you others, help me aid our Justicar in bringing those would be killers to justice. Joika, please speak to your sisters. It is your child Volk and Issomi attempted to kill, do not let your sisters war against he would bring justice to his attackers, help them to see the rightness of our cause, and the folly of their actions. I will go to do what I can, I beg you to join me in seeing this conflict ended."

And with that the Topaz Troll too left for the battlefield.

Barrabus, Divine Battle

Even as Kansheri swung her blade, Barrabus was there, his four fingered hands hold forward in supplication, open and free of weapons, as he took her attack against Vetasz upon himself. "Please Kansheri, do not do this. Vetasz is only trying to bring to justice those who would harm your own blood, why do you strike against him? We must end this madness before it carries us away, before it breaks the bonds of this freshly born Court before it has a chance to show true greatness. We should be helping Vetasz in his quest for Justice, not striking him blindly for actions outside of his control."


rolls, no attack this turn
Defense [roll0]
40HP

[Elricaltovilla]

Divine Battle

A vaguely humanoid fireball roared down from the heavens.

Volk crashed to the ground, burning the ground beneath him, a massive and strange axe with many spinning teeth in his hand. Blood dripped from his chest, as it always does, and he snarled in rage as the chainaxe revved, belching exhaust into the air.

When I'm done, you'll wish I was just here to kill you. His laugh came out like the harsh, guttural guffaw of a man possessed.

VOLK, YOU STAND ACCUSED OF AIDING AN ENEMY OF THE COURT IN STRIKING DOWN ONE OF OUR MEMBERS, AN ACT OF TREASON. WILL YOU YIELD AND STAND TRIAL BEFORE YOUR FELLOW GODS? Vetasz made no move to attack, but his chain and shield remained at the ready.

[HalfTangible]

VOLK, YOU STAND ACCUSED OF AIDING AN ENEMY OF THE COURT IN STRIKING DOWN ONE OF OUR MEMBERS, AN ACT OF TREASON. WILL YOU YIELD AND STAND TRIAL BEFORE YOUR FELLOW GODS? Vetasz made no move to attack, but his chain and shield remained at the ready.

After a few moments of silence, Volk's face split into a wide, feral grin. Oh I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted by the smell of Melaira's blood... See, she had nothing to do with this, so I was trying to figure out how best to kick your ass from here to the Sun and back again. But I'm calmer now. You want me to break your what? The chainaxe revved, it's teeth a blur, before Volk charged, laughing.

[Dimonite]

VOLK, YOU STAND ACCUSED OF AIDING AN ENEMY OF THE COURT IN STRIKING DOWN ONE OF OUR MEMBERS, AN ACT OF TREASON. WILL YOU YIELD AND STAND TRIAL BEFORE YOUR FELLOW GODS? Vetasz made no move to attack, but his chain and shield remained at the ready.

Issomi realizes that more people have come into the fray, and turns around.
He shouts at Vetasz:
"Really, you're still HERE?! You're still trying to ARREST people? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?
He flies, claws first, at Vetasz, with murder in his heart - even more so than usual.

Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]
HP: 20

[Elricaltovilla]

ATK[roll0] (+1d6 from relic chain)
DEF[roll1]
HP: 54/60

WHILE IN PURSUIT OF THE WANTED DEITY ISSOMI, THE GODDESS MELAIRA AMBUSHED ME AND ATTEMPTED TO DESTROY ME. I ACTED IN SELF DEFENSE AND HAVE MADE NO EFFORT TO PURSUE THE MATTER. MY QUARRY IS VOLK AND ISSOMI. AND YOU ARE BOTH HERE! The chain whipped out to strike Volk while Vetasz blocked his imminent attack, but his side was left open to Issomi's strike, and the god of murder drew thick blood from the Warden.

HP: 46/60
-6 from Issomi, -2 from Volk

[HalfTangible]

Attack: [roll0] (6 + Relic)
Defense: [roll1]
HP: 27/30

I'll kill you! I'll kill you to DEATH!!... Wait, no that's stupid. Maim, kill, burn! MAIM, KILL, BURN!!! Volk roared, ignoring the chain digging into his flesh. He sliced with the chainaxe right for Vetasz's head.

[Dimonite]

ATK[roll0] (+1d6 from relic chain)
DEF[roll1]
HP: 54/60

WHILE IN PURSUIT OF THE WANTED DEITY ISSOMI, THE GODDESS MELAIRA AMBUSHED ME AND ATTEMPTED TO DESTROY ME. I ACTED IN SELF DEFENSE AND HAVE MADE NO EFFORT TO PURSUE THE MATTER. MY QUARRY IS VOLK AND ISSOMI. AND YOU ARE BOTH HERE! The chain whipped out to strike Volk while Vetasz blocked his imminent attack, but his side was left open to Issomi's strike, and the god of murder drew thick blood from the Warden.

HP: 46/60
-6 from Issomi, -2 from Volk


Issomi pauses to lick some of Vetasz's blood from his claws.
"mmm... tastes like failure - delicious. In fact, I think I'll have some MORE!"

And he will strike at Vetasz again.
Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]
HP: 20

[ChrisClark13]

First Battle of the Gods

In the distance, a gleaming golden thing with a ring of fire could be seen. As it got closer one can see that it's gliding in on a pair of giant wings. As it got closer still one can see that's the object is actually Arrus, gilding in at insane speeds from re-entry and the ring of fire is the air being pushed away from Arrus's form at equally insane speeds.

Arrus guides his extraterrestrial descent onto a collision course with Issomi and when they collide they're already a good fourth of a mile away, etching a large scar of upturned earth in the ground, before the other gods hear the booming sound of the impact.

As they tumble in the air Arrus grabs onto Issomi and makes sure that he ends up on top of the other god, squishing him when they finally come to a stop. Arrus can be seen holding Issomi to the ground with both foreclaws as he lets out a ear-shattering roar in front of Issomi's face.

Rolls
Attack: [roll0] (All that and only 1 die!!1! :smalltongue:)
Defense: [roll1]
HP: 70

[Xondoure]

Heart of the Sun

Osramus hand shot out as one by one the gods left his court to wage war upon each other. At the end of the hall an image appeared of the battlefield as divine blood splattered left and right. "Proclaim your judgement Rasoto. Every moment you spend contemplating is another without direction, only chaos. One that will destroy this court if you do not make a decision!"

[Elricaltovilla]

Attack: [roll0] (6 + Relic)
Defense: [roll1]
HP: 27/30

I'll kill you! I'll kill you to DEATH!!... Wait, no that's stupid. Maim, kill, burn! MAIM, KILL, BURN!!! Volk roared, ignoring the chain digging into his flesh. He sliced with the chainaxe right for Vetasz's head.

Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]


The chain axe bit into Vetasz's face, leaving a massive cut that oozed and squirted pus and ichor. But his chain snaked out to strike at the enemy god.

I WILL NOT FALL. I WILL NOT FALTER. YOU WILL BE TAKEN INTO CUSTODY AND TRIED FOR YOUR CRIMES AGAINST YOUR FELLOW GODS.

HP: 35/60

[Dimonite]

First Battle of the Gods

In the distance, a gleaming golden thing with a ring of fire could be seen. As it got closer one can see that it's gliding in on a pair of giant wings. As it got closer still one can see that's the object is actually Arrus, gilding in at insane speeds from re-entry and the ring of fire is the air being pushed away from Arrus's form at equally insane speeds.

Arrus guides his extraterrestrial descent onto a collision course with Issomi and when they collide they're already a good fourth of a mile away, etching a large scar of upturned earth in the ground, before the other gods hear the booming sound of the impact.

As they tumble in the air Arrus grabs onto Issomi and makes sure that he ends up on top of the other god, squishing him when they finally come to a stop. Arrus can be seen holding Issomi to the ground with both foreclaws as he lets out a ear-shattering roar in front of Issomi's face.

Rolls
Attack: [roll0] (All that and only 1 die!!1! :smalltongue:)
Defense: [roll1]
HP: 70




Issomi bites the roaring dragon's face, injecting as much of his venom as possible, and then speaks with an almost eerie calmness:

"Hello, my son. You've gained weight since I first formed you into a giant reptilian monster - quite a bit of weight, actually."
(at this he shifts uncomfortably under the dragon's mass)

Are you here to stop me, then? Do you truly believe that the Warden's way is best? You were formed from my flesh, BOY. You, out of all of us, must realize that there is a balance between good and evil, a balance that Vetasz has no intention of maintaining. If he had his way, I would never have been born, but the Creator knew I had a purpose. Since you are also a part of this balance, if you get off of me NOW I will allow you to leave with only the wound already inflicted.

Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]
HP: 18

[HalfTangible]

Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]


The chain axe bit into Vetasz's face, leaving a massive cut that oozed and squirted pus and ichor. But his chain snaked out to strike at the enemy god.

I WILL NOT FALL. I WILL NOT FALTER. YOU WILL BE TAKEN INTO CUSTODY AND TRIED FOR YOUR CRIMES AGAINST YOUR FELLOW GODS.

HP: 35/60Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]
HP: (-3) 24/30

YOU WANT THE GUILTY PUNISHED?! YOU STRUCK MY QUEEN!!! He roared. As the chain tore at his flesh, he grasped Vetasz by the neck, lifted him up and tried to rip him in half with the chainaxe. PAY YOUR PENANCE IN BLOOD!! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD BATH!!!!!

[ChrisClark13]

Issomi bites the roaring dragon's face, injecting as much of his venom as possible, and then speaks with an almost eerie calmness:

"Hello, my son. You've gained weight since I first formed you into a giant reptilian monster - quite a bit of weight, actually."
(at this he shifts uncomfortably under the dragon's mass)

Are you here to stop me, then? Do you truly believe that the Warden's way is best? You were formed from my flesh, BOY. You, out of all of us, must realize that there is a balance between good and evil, a balance that Vetasz has no intention of maintaining. If he had his way, I would never have been born, but the Creator knew I had a purpose. Since you are also a part of this balance, if you get off of me NOW I will allow you to leave with only the wound already inflicted.

First Battle of the Gods (I hope that if I keep calling it this... it'll stick.)

Arrus growls and lets the rest of his weight fall onto Issomi.

*WOMP*

His right forearm presses down on Issomi's neck to stop any more biting."I am here to hold you down until justice can be served. I do not want to see you kill another god today. Also, I may have grown from a sliver of your flesh, but you are no father to me. You were my foe from the moment I first reckoned you and I your foe from the moment I first took seed in your flesh. I personally would like to see you trapped in the Warden's prison forever, but that judgement does not fall upon me at this time.

Arrus pressed down a bit more.

"And about the balance concept you have, it is wrong and you lie. There can be neverending goodness in this world if those such as you do not seek to destroy it at every turn.

Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]
HP: (-21) 49

[Dimonite]

First Battle of the Gods (I hope that if I keep calling it this... it'll stick.)

Arrus growls and lets the rest of his weight fall onto Issomi.

*WOMP*

His right forearm presses down on Issomi's neck to stop any more biting."I am here to hold you down until justice can be served. I do not want to see you kill another god today. Also, I may have grown from a sliver of your flesh, but you are no father to me. You were my foe from the moment I first reckoned you and I your foe from the moment I first took seed in your flesh. I personally would like to see you trapped in the Warden's prison forever, but that judgement does not fall upon me at this time.

Arrus pressed down a bit more.

"And about the balance concept you have, it is wrong and you lie. There can be neverending goodness in this world if those such as you do not seek to destroy it at every turn.

Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]
HP: (-21) 49



First Battle of the Gods
(I like this because it implies there will be more)

"Tell me, my son," Issomi gasps from under the dragon's mighty weight, "If I am not meant to be, then why am I? Each of us has a role to play; you just don't like mine. And you ARE my son, grown not from a sliver of my flesh but from my left arm. Would you have preferred to remain a part of my consciousness, vainly whispering within me, trying to sway my actions? I doubt it. I could have slain you as you formed, but I did not - for you were a part of me, and a part of the balance. But I don't need to convince you - I just need to wait for Volk to finish Vetasz and move you a little bit. Because you are WEAK, child.

HP: 16

[Ruse]

[The Sun]
The hard of Illu watched the events of the battle from a small corner of the sun. “These Gods are so violent and confusing. They act like children; not Gods. Let’s see what my children can do to help those below.”
Illu sends forth his minions, the Kwarehg with Mapes in tow to act as emissaries to the mortals on the material plane.
“What knowledge my Kwarehg attain, so shall I know. But I shall not take without giving. I will do what your creators should have done; I will protect you from yourselves and from the Gods who strike you down. The Kwarehg will arm the humans against their oppressors and they shall teach the mortals how to create traps around their communities to defend against their enemies. The Kwarehg will teach all how to hide or flee from their murderous Gods. And with nothing left to satiate their bloodlust on the material plane, the Gods shall fight anew away from the mortals. The mortals will soon learn their true savior is not their creator, but the one who keeps them alive.

[Elricaltovilla]

YOU WANT THE GUILTY PUNISHED?! YOU STRUCK MY QUEEN!!! He roared. As the chain tore at his flesh, he grasped Vetasz by the neck, lifted him up and tried to rip him in half with the chainaxe. PAY YOUR PENANCE IN BLOOD!! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD BATH!!!!!

I ACTED IN SELF DEFENSE. SHE CHOSE TO FIGHT AGAINST THE WILL OF THE COURT, AS YOU DID. STAND DOWN, VOLK THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE. With a mighty heave, the towershield came up between the two gods and Vetasz pushed out with it with all his might, flinging the laughing wolf off him. The spiked chain swung in shortly after coming from high above.

Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]
HP:21/60

[HalfTangible]

I ACTED IN SELF DEFENSE. SHE CHOSE TO FIGHT AGAINST THE WILL OF THE COURT, AS YOU DID. STAND DOWN, VOLK THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE. With a mighty heave, the towershield came up between the two gods and Vetasz pushed out with it with all his might, flinging the laughing wolf off him. The spiked chain swung in shortly after coming from high above.

Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]
HP: 24 -3 again 21/30

Volk laid down on the ground for a few moments, chain stuck in him. Then he ripped it out of his body, jumped to his feet and laughed.I FEAR NOTHING FOR I AM FEAR INCARNATE!!!

He charged, slamming right into the enemy god's shield, aiming to knock him back hard.

[ChrisClark13]

First Battle of the Gods
(I like this because it implies there will be more)

"Tell me, my son," Issomi gasps from under the dragon's mighty weight, "If I am not meant to be, then why am I? Each of us has a role to play; you just don't like mine. And you ARE my son, grown not from a sliver of my flesh but from my left arm. Would you have preferred to remain a part of my consciousness, vainly whispering within me, trying to sway my actions? I doubt it. I could have slain you as you formed, but I did not - for you were a part of me, and a part of the balance. But I don't need to convince you - I just need to wait for Volk to finish Vetasz and move you a little bit. Because you are WEAK, child.

HP: 16

Arrus growled and spoke right into Issomi's ear. "You were a fool to think by forcing good to take on a form you feared that you could get others to fear it also. I am indeed fearsome, but only to those such as you who have reason to fear. The world has no need of your kind of balance, good can and will keep it's own balance. I have grown, and I know many things and now I am doing what I know must be done to purge the taint of evil from this world. Your words cannot sway me."

[Snowfire]

The first thing she felt was the tears, trickling - mixed with her blood - down her face. Salty-sweat they tasted, with light burning in their core. Gentle, heartbroken sobs twisted the air around her in terrible heartache, that of a child who believes their mother slain by their - the child's - hand. But somewhere there still beat the heart of a Goddess within her broken body, and as the tears continued to fall the light within them soaked into it, bringing new life and restoration.

Wounds sealed, skin patching over regenerating muscle and bone that was no now longer shattered. She felt her body heal, the wounds vanishing as the radiant tears spread and the divine sparks contained within are absorbed. And then her eyes flickered open.

Blue and silver-blue silver, weaving around her in endless, everchanging patterns of light. Eternity blazed behind those patterns, its blinding power muffled and muted by the threads spinning before it. And above her, Ceryna sobbed, shining tears pouring down her cheeks.

[Dimonite]

Arrus growled and spoke right into Issomi's ear. "You were a fool to think by forcing good to take on a form you feared that you could get others to fear it also. I am indeed fearsome, but only to those such as you who have reason to fear. The world has no need of your kind of balance, good can and will keep it's own balance. I have grown, and I know many things and now I am doing what I know must be done to purge the taint of evil from this world. Your words cannot sway me."

"It is you who are the fool if you think I fear you. I could be feasting on your carcass in under 30 seconds if I so desired. I tell you again: the world you desire could not exist under the laws of Vetasz. And it would not be only the two of us you would need to slay - Volk, Melaira, and the shifting one would likely have to die as well. I have allowed you to live thus far because you ARE of my flesh, and you just don't seem to get it: you're outmatched, son. Now leave and let the big kids settle things among themselves.

[ChrisClark13]

"It is you who are the fool if you think I fear you. I could be feasting on your carcass in under 30 seconds if I so desired. I tell you again: the world you desire could not exist under the laws of Vetasz. And it would not be only the two of us you would need to slay - Volk, Melaira, and the shifting one would likely have to die as well. I have allowed you to live thus far because you ARE of my flesh, and you just don't seem to get it: you're outmatched, son. Now leave and let the big kids settle things among themselves.

"How could something be fearsome if you do not fear it? Somewhere inside yourself, you fear me in one form or another; whether it is what I am right now, what I may become, or what I will do. I will deal with the other gods when and if that time arises. For now though, I'm going to see you brought to justice.

[Dimonite]

"How could something be fearsome if you do not fear it? Somewhere inside yourself, you fear me in one form or another; whether it is what I am right now, what I may become, or what I will do. I will deal with the other gods when and if that time arises. For now though, I'm going to see you brought to justice.

Issomi sighs in exasperation.
"I meant fearsome to the mortals, you poltroon. Something large, with great claws and teeth, that could crush those of mortal form beneath its mighty fatness. Sound familiar?"

[ChrisClark13]

Issomi sighs in exasperation.
"I meant fearsome to the mortals, you poltroon. Something large, with great claws and teeth, that could crush those of mortal form beneath its mighty fatness. Sound familiar?"

Arrus said nothing for a while then replied. Be careful what you wish for then. He then adjusted his body so that Issomi's head was under his chest and thus any words Issomi tried to speak would be muffled and incomprehensible.

[Lady Serpentine]

"They are not bound by the laws Vetasz made, for they did not agree to them," Kansheri snarled, baring her steel fangs at the Topaz Troll. "Nor was it settled that they apply to deities at all, and I would object most strongly to their doing so unless the deity wishes it.

And if my own blood is fool enough to attack another because they claim that a species they have no right to is under their protection from harm, without permission from, and, in fact, against the wishes of, the creator of said species, then they have brought whatever consequences follow on their own head.

This alone would be enough to earn Vetasz my ire, but there were other consequences to his actions as well; by hunting down Issomi when he had no right to, he brought my daughter's mind very near breaking, and that is not something I will forgive!

Now, will you stand aside and allow me to settle my own disputes, or must I remove you first?"

[Xondoure]

Battle of the Gods

"I am ending this." Osramus stepped through the portal, allowing the sun's brilliance to shine through framing him in silhouette above the other gods. His words burned into Volk and Issomi's thoughts. "I thought I told you to run."

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Barrabus

Barrabus refused to move, his Troll form growing larger, blocking Vetasz from Kansher's sight, and his rich Topaz voice booming in reproach. "I speak not of those laws, I speak of Justice!

You make assumptions about a situation none of us were present to see, and you defend those who would strike down your kin for daring to stand for what he felt was right.

You do not defend your blood who attacks those who stand outside our court, but you would strike at one of our own for pursuing those who did so grievous a harm to one of our own, and what's worse, you would strike out against one who had no influence on those events which drive you to anger.

Where is your rage for your sister who went after a fellow Courtier, who's own actions were directly responsible for the tragedy for which you seek redress. Does your newborn nephew hold full responsibility for his every action, but your sister the Witch Queen absolved of her own part in these events?

You speak of rights. By what right did those outside the court cut down one of our own. By what right did Melaira rush to attack he who sought redress for this heinous act. By what right do you lay blame at Vetasz' feet? Do you strike blindly merely because you dislike him? Do you side with your sister in this matter because she seems to side with you? What do you stand for Mercurial? By what right do you determine what is right, and what is wrong?"

[Dimonite]

Arrus said nothing for a while then replied. Be careful what you wish for then. He then adjusted his body so that Issomi's head was under his chest and thus any words Issomi tried to speak would be muffled and incomprehensible.

Since Issomi could no longer speak in the conventional sense, he simply willed his words into being.
"Yeah, because covering my mouth is going to stop me speaking. I'm a GOD, you idiot. I'll be quiet when I WANT to be."



Battle of the Gods

"I am ending this." Osramus stepped through the portal, allowing the sun's brilliance to shine through framing him in silhouette above the other gods. His words burned into Volk and Issomi's thoughts. "I thought I told you to run."

Issomi's thoughts blared back at the Sun God:
"We DID run, ya moron! Are we at the sun anymore? Does this look like your throne room to you? I was followed and attacked by an authority that I did not recognize - and I had every right to fight back. Get off your high horse, you big, glowing ponce.

[Saidoro]

The heart of the sun
While I do not blame Volk for defending himself I do hold him accountable for engineering the situation in which such was the only option. As recompense I will accept ownership over the remaining free humans. He clearly has no idea what to do with them anyway with the way he has been wasting their lives.

An Empty Coastline
The shard at the coastline began glowing with power, providing a clear signal as to its location.

The Ruined Village
Rasoto's original form rallied the Risen Guardians and the remaining villagers. The latter he instructs to make for the new light in the sky. The former he splits into a number of teams, the first is to escort the villagers in their journey while the rest are to search for other villages and lead them to the light as well.

[Elricaltovilla]

HP: 24 -3 again 21/30

Volk laid down on the ground for a few moments, chain stuck in him. Then he ripped it out of his body, jumped to his feet and laughed.I FEAR NOTHING FOR I AM FEAR INCARNATE!!!

He charged, slamming right into the enemy god's shield, aiming to knock him back hard.

Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]
HP:19/60

Vetasz caught Volk on the spiked shield and whipped the chain around the outside to wrap around the wolf lord's throat.

I HAVE HEARD ENOUGH OF YOUR BABBLING PUP! I AM NOT HERE TO SCARE YOU, I AM HERE TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR YOUR BETRAYAL! DO YOU THINK THAT I WILL ALLOW YOU TO HARM AN ALLY? THERE IS NOTHING FOR YOU TO FEAR. I WILL TELL YOU EXACTLY WHAT I PLAN ON DOING WITH YOU, CUR.

[Xondoure]

"I suppose I should have specified." Osramus hand pointed down at the strangled god and pulled. Issomi's form was made insubstantial for the briefest of moments, slithering out of Arrus' grip only to find itself drawn into the vice like grip of Osramus' grasp. "I never advised you to stop" His leg shot up and came crashing down slamming Issomi into the ground. As he did so golden words echoed throughout the thoughts of all members of the Godly Court.

Join us and end this conflict.

First off, if the drawing Issomi towards him in smoke form is too much I can change that. It was set up for using this grab. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaP-iEN9Ex0&t=0m55s) :smallcool:

[HalfTangible]

Vetasz caught Volk on the spiked shield and whipped the chain around the outside to wrap around the wolf lord's throat.

I HAVE HEARD ENOUGH OF YOUR BABBLING PUP! I AM NOT HERE TO SCARE YOU, I AM HERE TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR YOUR BETRAYAL! DO YOU THINK THAT I WILL ALLOW YOU TO HARM AN ALLY? THERE IS NOTHING FOR YOU TO FEAR. I WILL TELL YOU EXACTLY WHAT I PLAN ON DOING WITH YOU, CUR.

Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]
HP: 19/30 (no damage this round - 5 and 5. 2 damage minimum, so down from 21 to 19)Volk suddenly shifted quickly between his two forms - the spiked chain was pushed back, digging into the neck of the wolf, before the human form's smaller neck suddenly reappeared, just in time for Volk to duck under and swing his chainaxe at the law god.

By the creator HIMSELF, you like to hear yourself talk!!

[Novaix]

First Battle of the Gods
Orion followed Osramus onto the battlefield, a sword made of purest light forming in his hand. "God damnit, you guys, why couldn't you all leave each other alone IN PEACE!?" The star god rapidly twirled the sword several times in his hand as he chose his target, electing to point the sharp, thin blade towards Volk - the sun god was already handling Issomi, after all. Making sure to use non-lethal force so that they could peacefully resolve this afterwards, Orion flicked the sword in a manner reminiscent of the recoil of a gun, more symmetrically-shaped blades launching themselves towards Volk, disappearing once they stopped moving, one way or another.

4AP
Create Relic: Stella Lux Arsenal. A sword made out of light identical to Orion's hair, the Lux Arsenal is not only capable of cutting through defenses with ease, but it can also create, fire, and then manipulate projectiles made out of light, adding 1 dice to attack. It is DEFINITELY not a katana. -4AP
0AP
Attack: [roll0]
HP: 20/20

[Mynxae]

Elfwilds


[Elfwilds]

Just as the Sea Elf finishes speaking, a tiger leaps from a nearby rooftop, landing just in front of the Sea Elves, shifting into a dark-skinned elf with golden hair, wearing Sarghress-leather pants, and a jacket lined with Barghest fur, as he does.

"That would be me. Aen Vale, leader of the Tiger Line, at least in this section of the city. Though you'll have to talk to most of the other Lines individually. And don't even bother looking for someone you can talk to who has more authority; there isn't anyone."

"Greetings, Aen Vale. I am Tyris. So there is no leader among your people? Hmm... Could you please direct me to the leaders of the other Lines?" queried Tyris.

First Battle of the Gods


"I suppose I should have specified." Osramus hand pointed down at the strangled god and pulled. Issomi's form was made insubstantial for the briefest of moments, slithering out of Arrus' grip only to find itself drawn into the vice like grip of Osramus' grasp. "I never advised you to stop" His leg shot up and came crashing down slamming Issomi into the ground. As he did so golden words echoed throughout the thoughts of all members of the Godly Court.

Join us and end this conflict.

First off, if the drawing Issomi towards him in smoke form is too much I can change that. It was set up for using this grab. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaP-iEN9Ex0&t=0m55s) :smallcool:

Joika arrived with a burst of water showering itself over the inhabitants, herself upon a great steed, her first Sea Serpent by the name of Tyrika. "I have come, as you wished Osramus" said Joika, her eyes narrowing at Issomi as Tyrika flicked his tail at Issomi, aiming at his face as he breathed superheated steam at his legs, hoping he would crumble, but protecting Osramus as he did so.

Meanwhile, Joika jumped off of Tyrika and manipulated her slightly liquefied form, her arm becoming a watery whip that was swung at Issomi, constricting his chest. "You shall face retribution, you scum!" shouted Joika.

Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]
HP: 20.

[ChrisClark13]

First Battle of the Gods

Arrus rose up and looked around at the fighting and growled. The fight was beyond making sense at this point. He let out a mighty roar that dwarfed the sounds that anyone else was trying to make.

In the silence followed he spoke, growling. "This fight has lost it's meaning. No one even knows why we are fighting or who we are supposed to be fighting against. We must stop fighting and be reasonable about this, but I see that everyone else is more than happy to keep fighting so it falls to me to restore order. We will hold court here and now everyone who has suffered grievances line up on my right and you will be heard one at a time. When you have all been heard I, and anyone else who wishes to restore order, will decide upon an appropriate courses of action and punishments if need be."

[Dimonite]

Defense: [roll0]
HP:-2
Issomi, crushed by the water of Joika's attack after Orasmus forcefully slammed him into the ground, is suddenly still.

[Elricaltovilla]

First Battle of the Gods

Vetasz watched as the energy blades struck Volk, and he drew his shield back, then whipped it forward so that the bottom spikes struck the god a final blow.

Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]
HP: 19/60

[ChrisClark13]

First Battle of the Gods

Vetasz watched as the energy blades struck Volk, and he drew his shield back, then whipped it forward so that the bottom spikes struck the god a final blow.

Attack: [roll0]
Defense: [roll1]
HP: 19/60

Arrus growls at Vetasz. "Are you quite done yet?

[Elricaltovilla]

NOW THAT THE TRAITOR VOLK, AND THE MURDERER ISSOMI ARE SUBDUED THE COURT CAN COMMENCE WITHOUT INTERRUPTION. HAD VOLK BEEN ALLOWED TO RETAIN CONCIOUSNESS, HE COULD HAVE USED HIS DIVINE POWER TO INTERFERE WITH THE PROCEEDINGS.

BUT NO, I AM NEVER DONE SO LONG AS CORRUPTION RETAINS ITS HOLD UPON THE WORLD. HOWEVER, I BELIEVE I CAN AFFORD TO REST UNTIL THE PROCEEDINGS ARE COMPLETE.

Vetasz unstrapped the Shield of the Sufferer and placed it, standing up, on the ground. He undid a latch on the inside of the shield and the shield had transformed itself into a chair. The Divine Warden sat on it, and took a moment to wipe the ichor from his face with a pristine white kercheif.

[HalfTangible]

NOW THAT THE TRAITOR VOLK, AND THE MURDERER ISSOMI ARE SUBDUED THE COURT CAN COMMENCE WITHOUT INTERRUPTION. HAD VOLK BEEN ALLOWED TO RETAIN CONCIOUSNESS, HE COULD HAVE USED HIS DIVINE POWER TO INTERFERE WITH THE PROCEEDINGS.

BUT NO, I AM NEVER DONE SO LONG AS CORRUPTION RETAINS ITS HOLD UPON THE WORLD. HOWEVER, I BELIEVE I CAN AFFORD TO REST UNTIL THE PROCEEDINGS ARE COMPLETE.

Vetasz unstrapped the Shield of the Sufferer and placed it, standing up, on the ground. He undid a latch on the inside of the shield and the shield had transformed itself into a chair. The Divine Warden sat on it, and took a moment to wipe the ichor from his face with a pristine white kercheif.

Traitor? Unconscious? This time, Secret flew towards Vetasz's head, having taken the form of a chakram. It embedded itself exactly half an inch away from Vetasz's head. That would be funny if it wasn't so stupid.

Volk was on the ground, glaring up at the divine warden with a maniacal grin on his face. You're not getting off scot-free for hurting her, you son of a bitch~ It would've sounded threatening if he wasn't speaking in a happy-go-lucky tone that just showed off his insanity.

[Lady Serpentine]

Barrabus

Barrabus refused to move, his Troll form growing larger, blocking Vetasz from Kansher's sight, and his rich Topaz voice booming in reproach. "I speak not of those laws, I speak of Justice!

You make assumptions about a situation none of us were present to see, and you defend those who would strike down your kin for daring to stand for what he felt was right.

You do not defend your blood who attacks those who stand outside our court, but you would strike at one of our own for pursuing those who did so grievous a harm to one of our own, and what's worse, you would strike out against one who had no influence on those events which drive you to anger.

Where is your rage for your sister who went after a fellow Courtier, who's own actions were directly responsible for the tragedy for which you seek redress. Does your newborn nephew hold full responsibility for his every action, but your sister the Witch Queen absolved of her own part in these events?

You speak of rights. By what right did those outside the court cut down one of our own. By what right did Melaira rush to attack he who sought redress for this heinous act. By what right do you lay blame at Vetasz' feet? Do you strike blindly merely because you dislike him? Do you side with your sister in this matter because she seems to side with you? What do you stand for Mercurial? By what right do you determine what is right, and what is wrong?"

"The right of creator, in this case. Volk had the right to do as he pleased to his creations, and chose to allow Issomi to slaughter them. If my son objected, he should have spoken to Volk, Issomi, or both, in order to stop it. He did not; he attacked Issomi, and tried to claim all of humanity as his own. As such, they were in the right to defend themselves, and Volk to protect his creation as well.

This means that Vetasz was in the wrong for attacking Issomi, and Melaira was defending him from said wrongful attack. Nor does it matter that she was fighting a member of our Court, since he was in the wrong, and none of us ever agreed not to, nor were we even informed that such is now apparently a crime, a thing at least half the court would object to most vehemently.

And as for having no influence on the events, had Vetasz not attacked Issomi when he should not have, and then not only refused to cease his unjustified attacks, but went after Melaira for attempting to prevent him from binding Issomi when he should not have tried to in the first place, Ceryna would never have been drawn in by the harm to her mother, so it is very much his fault that she was!"

As she waited for Barabus's response, she reached out with her mind, seeking for Joika, and, if her sister could be found, and was willing to listen, sending her a message.

"Sister, I need aid! I know not if it will come to blows between myself and this... Gemling... but I feel your presence would be beneficial."

[Novaix]

First Trial of the Gods
"Excuse me, Arrus, but I will have it on the record that my goal has always been a fair trial, much like Vetasz." Orion sheathed his glowing blade at his back, sitting in midair, giving an approving nod towards the warden. "I believe we should have all the gods attending, in the interest of fairness. Osramus, would you be so kind? You are our leader, after all."

[Ruse]

First Trial of the Gods

While watching the interesting turn of events at the Sun, Illu glances over at the 2 dragon eggs set aside for the members of the council. Without a second thought, Illu glides over to the eggs and quietly replaces one of the eggs with a large spider egg. After some contemplation, Illu giggles under his breath and and sets down the large spider egg in place of the dragon egg. A quick nudge and the Dragon egg dissapears into his own plane for further investigation. 'What magnificent beasts these Dragons are.' It is almost a shame this one will not go to it's rightful owner.
Illu then begins to watch the trial.

Starting AP 10
1 AP Modify Egg: Illu modifies the appearance of the spider egg to partly mimic a dragon's egg. (HAHA)
Ending AP 9

[Xondoure]

Trial of the Gods

"Kansheri, Barrabus, we should discuss such matters as a group. Vastesz, gather the defeated and bring them to the sun. There they, as well as all members of this conflict shall be judged for their actions."

[Lady Serpentine]

"Go jump through a cliff, Osramus. This is a private matter, and I will not have you interfering; you have no right, by your own words when I joined, to command me, and if you dislike that you are not our ruler, I suspect that I and my sisters will be leaving," Kansheri snapped, twisting her head around backwards to glare at him as she spoke.

[Xondoure]

"If you have no intent of cooperating with anyone other than your sisters, I feel forced to ask what you thought this alliance meant. To be part of this court means you must be willing to listen to the opinions of its members, and strive to reach common ground. Otherwise we are nothing but selfish beings driven only by our own egos with nothing to guide us. Through cooperation we better understand the world and each other."

[HalfTangible]

"Go jump through a cliff, Osramus. This is a private matter, and I will not have you interfering; you have no right, by your own words when I joined, to command me, and if you dislike that you are not our ruler, I suspect that I and my sisters will be leaving," Kansheri snapped, twisting her head around backwards to glare at him as she spoke.

Can I leave with ya? I'm being put on trial by this group because Vest******* over there attacked my Queen and called me a traitor even though I never joined up with any stupid-ass pantheon to begin with.

Also, I can't walk.

And could you throw me Secret? Seriously, you DON'T wanna keep her. If I don't feed her every time she transforms she'll try to stab whoever's carrying her around at the time in their sleep.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Barrabus, Trial of the Gods

Nodding as Osramus spoke, Barrabus moved to join him and his fellow gods, turning to Kansheri. "I agree with Osramus in these matters. You would do well to recognize the legitimacy of other views beyond your own. I will strive to understand your perspective, but you must be willing to work with us as well. We are not your rulers, but we are all members of this Court. You and your sister Melaira have shown a singular inability to consider the views of anyone but yourselves. I would hate to see such a trend continue. Such unreasoning animosity can only end in bloodshed, and I would hate to see the all the divines fall to such petty violence, especially over these most petty of violent gods." he spoke this last as he gestured to the two subdued gods.

[ChrisClark13]

"Go jump through a cliff, Osramus. This is a private matter, and I will not have you interfering; you have no right, by your own words when I joined, to command me, and if you dislike that you are not our ruler, I suspect that I and my sisters will be leaving," Kansheri snapped, twisting her head around backwards to glare at him as she spoke.

Arrus then spoke, "Do not be so hasty to leave, if you and your sisters do not come. Issomi and Volk will have no one but themselves to testify in their defenses. I would also rather that you and your sisters settle their grievances now instead of letting them fester. There aren't even any rules that have been set over the Court yet, nor have the rights of Gods over their Creations been officially established. This Trial seeks not to punish Issomi and Volk for breaking non-existent laws, but primarily to punish them for their murder of Rasotos and the grief they caused your sister Joika. Now come if you wish to see justice and retribution be served to those who need it."

[Lady Serpentine]

"If you have no intent of cooperating with anyone other than your sisters, I feel forced to ask what you thought this alliance meant. To be part of this court means you must be willing to listen to the opinions of its members, and strive to reach common ground. Otherwise we are nothing but selfish beings driven only by our own egos with nothing to guide us. Through cooperation we better understand the world and each other."

"I will cooperate with those not my sisters, and listen to their opinions. But I do not take commands from you, or any, unless I choose to give them that authority, and I have not done so in your case.

Is that clear, Osramus?"


Can I leave with ya? I'm being put on trial by this group because Vest******* over there attacked my Queen and called me a traitor even though I never joined up with any stupid-ass pantheon to begin with.

Also, I can't walk.

"If you wish, and we go, I am willing to allow you to come with us, and will carry you if I must. So long as Joika does not object, that is. Melaira may value you most highly, but I doubt that she will be too angered with me if I do not take you, and I will not risk a split with Joika for that.

Does this seem fair, Bleeding One?"

As her words ended, three new faces formed, so that she could look at each deity she spoke to without difficulty, and sigh escaped all four of her mouths.

"I recognize that other views are valid, Gemling. I simply will not be ordered to do things by those I do not accept as being in authority over me. If you object to that, then I do not care to hear the rest of what you have to say; otherwise, I will listen to your arguments yet again, and see if they are mor convincing this time.

And, O Master of the Scale and Wing, what makes killing a crime, if not that it is agreed to be one? I agree that restrictions must be placed upon it, of course, but I will not stand for justice being chosen on the whim of a tyrant, as seems to be the plan here.

Besides which, you speak of punishment already. Yet how can we choose a punishment when we have not yet determined that they have committed a crime? Have we some evidence either way, at least? I would not accept their words on the matter, or Rasotos's, for both may have reason to lie, at least not without something to confirm their stories. But we must, if this is truly to dispense justice, assume that they are innocent without that, for, while if they truly did kill him wrongfully, it would be unjust for them to walk free, it would be far more so that others who have done no crime be punished as though they have, simply because they cannot prove they did not."

[HalfTangible]

"I will cooperate with those not my sisters, and listen to their opinions. But I do not take commands from you, or any, unless I choose to give them that authority, and I have not done so in your case.

Is that clear, Osramus?"



"If you wish, and we go, I am willing to allow you to come with us, and will carry you if I must. So long as Joika does not object, that is. Melaira may value you most highly, but I doubt that she will be too angered with me if I do not take you, and I will not risk a split with Joika for that.

Does this seem fair, Bleeding One?"Volk stared at her. ...You might as well have said "screw you, imma let you dai" but sure, you can wait for Joika's word.[/quote]


As her words ended, three new faces formed, so that she could look at each deity she spoke to without difficulty, and sigh escaped all four of her mouths.

"I recognize that other views are valid, Gemling. I simply will not be ordered to do things by those I do not accept as being in authority over me. If you object to that, then I do not care to hear the rest of what you have to say; otherwise, I will listen to your arguments yet again, and see if they are mor convincing this time.

And, O Master of the Scale and Wing, what makes killing a crime, if not that it is agreed to be one? I agree that restrictions must be placed upon it, of course, but I will not stand for justice being chosen on the whim of a tyrant, as seems to be the plan here.

Besides which, you speak of punishment already. Yet how can we choose a punishment when we have not yet determined that they have committed a crime? Have we some evidence either way, at least? I would not accept their words on the matter, or Rasotos's, for both may have reason to lie, at least not without something to confirm their stories. But we must, if this is truly to dispense justice, assume that they are innocent without that, for, while if they truly did kill him wrongfully, it would be unjust for them to walk free, it would be far more so that others who have done no crime be punished as though they have, simply because they cannot prove they did not."

Woohoo! Preach it!

[Xondoure]

"I did not issue you a command Kansheri. All I did was suggest that you and Barrabus discuss the morality of your actions, and those of others in a place where all of us can have our voices heard." Osramus finished.

[Lady Serpentine]

"I know just how unlikely it is that Joika would not say to let you die, Hound, and I am sorry. I am actually rather fond of you; were it merely choosing to take you with me or leaving you to stay, you would be welcome. But you mean less to me than my sister does, so if it is a choice between your death or imprisonment and losing Joika, I will choose the former, and I have enough respect for you to tell you that.

And Osramus, if that was not meant as an order, perhaps you should make it more clear in the future when you make requests or suggestions. What you said was phrased and spoken in such a way that not interpreting it as a command was nigh-impossible."

[HalfTangible]

"I know just how unlikely it is that Joika would not say to let you die, Hound, and I am sorry. I am actually rather fond of you; were it merely choosing to take you with me or leaving you to stay, you would be welcome. But you mean less to me than my sister does, so if it is a choice between your death or imprisonment and losing Joika, I will choose the former, and I have enough respect for you to tell you that.

And Osramus, if that was not meant as an order, perhaps you should make it more clear in the future when you make requests or suggestions. What you said was phrased and spoken in such a way that not interpreting it as a command was nigh-impossible."

Hey, at least you're honest about pulling a selfish move. Unlike some others I could mention.

[Dimonite]

"I know just how unlikely it is that Joika would not say to let you die, Hound, and I am sorry. I am actually rather fond of you; were it merely choosing to take you with me or leaving you to stay, you would be welcome. But you mean less to me than my sister does, so if it is a choice between your death or imprisonment and losing Joika, I will choose the former, and I have enough respect for you to tell you that.

And Osramus, if that was not meant as an order, perhaps you should make it more clear in the future when you make requests or suggestions. What you said was phrased and spoken in such a way that not interpreting it as a command was nigh-impossible."


Issomi stirs and moans, then speaks.
"And what of me, sister? I think it's obvious that there is no fair trial to be had here. After all, the jury consists of the guy who got killed, his mom, his twin, his self-proclaimed protector, and two people who are hell-bent on my destruction for reasons of their own. Oh yes, and the madman and the golem. Even if they could be swayed, the majority of the people here would never rule in my favor, no matter how innocent I might be in the matter. Volk's mate and her kid are gone, and there are a couple of others missing as well, but the point is: since the accused are not a part of this pantheon, there is no chance that they will listen to our words. Our only chance for true justice - not the kind of "justice" that Vetasz would have you believe is good - is through you.

[Elricaltovilla]

The First Trial of the Gods

Vetasz got up and put away the seat of the Shield of the Sufferer.

IT WOULD NOT DO TO ALLOW THESE TWO TO ROAM FREE. ACALHATAR IS THE PROPER PLACE FOR CRIMINALS AND THE ACCUSED, BROTHER. ALLOW ME TO TAKE THEM THERE AND BIND THEM. I WILL, FOR THE PURPOSES OF THE TRIAL, ALLOW THEM TO RELEASE SHARDS OF THEIR ESSENCE TO TESTIFY UPON THEIR OWN BEHALF WHEN THAT TIME COMES. BUT THEY ARE TOO DANGEROUS TO ALLOW FOR ANYTHING LESS THAN THAT MEASURE OF SECURITY.

Vetasz looked at the motormouth god of war with an unreadable expression.
YOU SHOULD LEARN TO ACCEPT DEFEAT WITH MORE DIGNITY, VOLKALANSORISALAMASHALAR. YOU WERE BESTED, WHINING ABOUT IT WILL DO NOTHING TO CHANGE THAT.

[HalfTangible]

The First Trial of the Gods

Vetasz got up and put away the seat of the Shield of the Sufferer.

IT WOULD NOT DO TO ALLOW THESE TWO TO ROAM FREE. ACALHATAR IS THE PROPER PLACE FOR CRIMINALS AND THE ACCUSED, BROTHER. ALLOW ME TO TAKE THEM THERE AND BIND THEM. I WILL, FOR THE PURPOSES OF THE TRIAL, ALLOW THEM TO RELEASE SHARDS OF THEIR ESSENCE TO TESTIFY UPON THEIR OWN BEHALF WHEN THAT TIME COMES. BUT THEY ARE TOO DANGEROUS TO ALLOW FOR ANYTHING LESS THAN THAT MEASURE OF SECURITY.

Vetasz looked at the motormouth god of war with an unreadable expression.
YOU SHOULD LEARN TO ACCEPT DEFEAT WITH MORE DIGNITY, VOLKALANSORISALAMASHALAR. YOU WERE BESTED, WHINING ABOUT IT WILL DO NOTHING TO CHANGE THAT.

Volkalansorisalamashalar smirked.And you should learn to come out of the Evil-Bastard closet, little Warden. You wanna cage me up for taking vengeance in an admittedly disproportionate manner? Fine, cage me up. But don't pretend you have the moral high ground. Don't pretend you have legitimate authority over me. Don't pretend you defeated me alone. He grin turned into a sneer. And don't pretend that had your friend not come, your victory was assured.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Barrabus, Trial of the Gods

Barrabus looked to Issomi with a bemused expression. "Perhaps you should save your whinging mealy-mouthed self-pity upon after the deliberations, if you do not taint the jury with a poor show of character, your chances might be far better than you expect" he said with a jovial tinge to his words

"As it stands, Arrus, Osramus and I will be as objective as divinely possible, Kansheri is somewhat partial to you and to Volk, and though they are not present at this moment I would not discount Melaira from the deliberations, she is not barred from testimony or participation after all. Whether you are to be deemed guilty or not is far from a sure thing. Your attempt to mischaracterize our legitimate efforts for a fair hearing are perhaps more reflective of yourself than of us, though I will try and hold such judgements for the trial." he finished with a wry smile.

Turning toward Vetasz, Osramus, and Kansheri he continued. "I think that is fair, I would also add that any so accused of such grievous offenses, whatever we may decide those be in the future, be afforded similar accommodation, whether they be a member of this court or not." and, holding up his hand in anticipation of a potential argument, he continued "And to any who deny that Vetasz would carry out such a task on a member of the Court, I would like you to look into his eyes, and doubt his commitment to the pursuance of his view of the law, and of justice, no matter what that may bring. Whatever you may say of him, I believe it would be unwise to believe Vetasz would not follow through unshakably with any such order deemed necessary."

[Elricaltovilla]

Volkalansorisalamashalar smirked.And you should learn to come out of the Evil-Bastard closet, little Warden. You wanna cage me up for taking vengeance in an admittedly disproportionate manner? Fine, cage me up. But don't pretend you have the moral high ground. Don't pretend you have legitimate authority over me. Don't pretend you defeated me alone. He grin turned into a sneer. And don't pretend that had your friend not come, your victory was assured.

YOU MAKE A FAIR POINT. Vetasz turned to the various gods that had come to his aid. I THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR DEDICATION TO THE ALLIANCE THAT IS THE GODLY COURT. I THANK YOU FOR HAVING THE DIGNITY, THE FORTITUDE AND THE RIGHTEOUSNESS TO STAND BESIDE OUR FELLOWS DESPITE THE MACHINATIONS OF A TRAITOR, A TERRORIST AND A VERY ANGRY SCANTILY CLAD WOMAN.

I APOLOGIZE THAT I WAS NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO PROTECT YOU ALL. I APOLOGIZE THAT I WAS NOT SWIFT ENOUGH OR AWARE ENOUGH TO SAVE RASOTOS. I WILL NOT FAIL YOU AGAIN. The Warden bowed his head for a moment then raised his chin once more.

[Dimonite]

Volkalansorisalamashalar smirked.And you should learn to come out of the Evil-Bastard closet, little Warden. You wanna cage me up for taking vengeance in an admittedly disproportionate manner? Fine, cage me up. But don't pretend you have the moral high ground. Don't pretend you have legitimate authority over me. Don't pretend you defeated me alone. He grin turned into a sneer. And don't pretend that had your friend not come, your victory was assured.

Issomi grinned.
"He's got a point, Warden. For all your talk, the Warhound was taking you out. And putting us in your uber-prison right now is hardly necessary. Even at full strength, we could probably only kill one of you before the rest took us down permanently, and we're not that stupid. No, the only reason to put us in prison now is to save yourself the trip later, after this kangaroo court has reached its predetermined verdict."

[HalfTangible]

YOU MAKE A FAIR POINT. Vetasz turned to the various gods that had come to his aid. I THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR DEDICATION TO THE ALLIANCE THAT IS THE GODLY COURT. I THANK YOU FOR HAVING THE DIGNITY, THE FORTITUDE AND THE RIGHTEOUSNESS TO STAND BESIDE OUR FELLOWS DESPITE THE MACHINATIONS OF A TRAITOR, A TERRORIST AND A VERY ANGRY SCANTILY CLAD WOMAN.

I APOLOGIZE THAT I WAS NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO PROTECT YOU ALL. I APOLOGIZE THAT I WAS NOT SWIFT ENOUGH OR AWARE ENOUGH TO SAVE RASOTOS. I WILL NOT FAIL YOU AGAIN. The Warden bowed his head for a moment then raised his chin once more.

I'm assuming all three of those describe the same person, since neither Issomi or I use terror tactics (we just kill things for fun) and neither of us were a part of your court. In which case, take a few steps back, make a shard, and literally F*** YOUR OWN FACE FOR DARING TO INSULT A WOMAN YOU ATTACKED!!!

Volk's immediate laughter rang through the sun like the mating cry of a jackal.

[Lady Serpentine]

A fifth face forms, this one with a pair of needle-pointed mandibles, and hisses at Issomi, clearly having taken offense to what he said for some reason.

"Do not claim a relation you do not have to me, Issomi. You are not my brother, and I will not have you proclaiming yourself to be such.

That said, I am aware of the difficulties involved, though, as Barabus stated, he and the Lord of Flame and Air, at least, will be more impartial than you seem to think, even if I am less sure about Osramus than the Stoneheart is.

In any case, I will argue for you both as best I can, so long as I feel you both are in the right. But you ask me to choose between not breaking any hope of continued peace between one of the three I love most in this world and justice for you. Such is not a decision lightly made; whichever way things change, I will be the worse for it, and regret it until I fade out of existence.

As for Vetasz's proposal, I will only agree to it if he swears that he will abide by the decision of the Court, and not punish them before it is made, or beyond the extent to which we decree; I doubt not that he would be at least as diligent against a member of the Court as he would another, but I am far less sanguine that he would not be overzealous in his duties."

As Volk spoke, the face watching him hisses, a forked tongue flickering out between teeth that were suddenly needle-sharp, a pair of bulges, presumably venom glands, forming behind its jaws as it does.

"Enough, Maker of the Mad. I would not see Melaira insulted either, but you do nothing but harm your own case and hers here. Hold your tongue a while, before it gets you into trouble that we cannot get you out of."

[Dimonite]

A fifth face forms, this one with a pair of needle-pointed mandibles, and hisses at Issomi, clearly having taken offense to what he said for some reason.

"Do not claim a relation you do not have to me, Issomi. You are not my brother, and I will not have you proclaiming yourself to be such.

That said, I am aware of the difficulties involved, though, as Barabus stated, he and the Lord of Flame and Air, at least, will be more impartial than you seem to think, even if I am less sure about Osramus than the Stoneheart is.

In any case, I will argue for you both as best I can, so long as I feel you both are in the right. But you ask me to choose between not breaking any hope of continued peace between one of the three I love most in this world and justice for you. Such is not a decision lightly made; whichever way things change, I will be the worse for it, and regret it until I fade out of existence.

As for Vetasz's proposal, I will only agree to it if he swears that he will abide by the decision of the Court, and not punish them before it is made, or beyond the extent to which we decree; I doubt not that he would be at least as diligent against a member of the Court as he would another, but I am far less sanguine that he would not be overzealous in his duties."

As Volk spoke, the face watching him hisses, a forked tongue flickering out between teeth that were suddenly needle-sharp, a pair of bulges, presumably venom glands, forming behind its jaws as it does.

"Enough, Maker of the Mad. I would not see Melaira insulted either, but you do nothing but harm your own case and hers here. Hold your tongue a while, before it gets you into trouble that we cannot get you out of."


Issomi simply looks confused:
"Were you not born of the Creator, as I was? I am your brother, shifting one. I am brother to most of the people here - excepting, of course, my son and nephews. What is it with people denying their relation to me? Do I smell bad or something?"