Lords of Creation: Games of Divinity

[Epinephrine_Syn]

First, there was nothing. And then, even more nothingness. The Eternal Blackness swallowed up everything, and the aether of creation was all that floated in this abyss of Space. Space was abound, because the gods were not yet called into being. As it was before, so it shall be again, gods will begin to consume the Space and transform it into more... substantive matter. The first god to surface amongst the world was a being made of purest Space, expanding to fill the whole universe, by her sheer nature, all Space was her, and she wa-

"Cera you are not literally made of space. You do not get dominion over the whole universe by default by abusing narrator voice." A pause filled the nothing. "Oh fine fine Savvy, but I will at least have dominion over Space itself." And so Cera's first action was to attune herself to the very fabric of Space and not-there ness. Everything that was not, was her. Soon, this Space would be filled with Stars, and the realms created by the other gods with Love. But such a time was not yet to pass. Cera needed to create proper monuments to hold the Constellations in place.

"Though once I get my Globe created, I can at least have a home to reside in." Cera then immediately set out to begin making use of her firmly grasped mastery over this strange element into smaller building block stages of space.


Total: 20 AP
Actions -5 AP Gain Elemental Mastery (Space)



Links To Relevant Threads

Recruitment Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=289178)
OOC Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=289588)
IC Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=15499758#post15499758)

[Moonwolf727]

Somewhere in the back of the newly created universe there was a corner in which there was a figure slumped, passed out to be precise, against the cosmic boundaries. The figure was, in fact, a woman who may or may not have a little too much to drink at her one-person party to celebrate the creation of all existance. The slender, and fairly short, brown & blonde haired woman slowly roused from her stupor, making her way onto her knees before suddenly leaping about 30 feet into the air with both arms raised, one of which was clutching a half-full bottle of liquor, and she shouted for joy. "Whooooooooooooooo!!!"

"What a way to wake up! And What a place too, could use a bit of decoratin' though..." These were her first words as she looked around the cosmos and drew her first ever sigh, technically everything she did was her first ever but at this point she didn't care. Everything was so big here, not to mention empty, and none of it seemed that entertaining, definitely not suited for any festivities as of yet. As she contemplated these most grave thoughts Bianca took yet another swig from her bottle and found it empty. This wasn't right though, it had spawned with her and it was just as much a goddess as she was, if not moreso because of its contents, and it deserved a longer life than that damnit!

So she took the plain, unlabled green bottle and spat into it the last drop that she hadn't swallowed. She briefly elongated a finger to swirl the drop around a bit and clean out the inside before letting it multiply. Eternal life for an inanimate object, it wasn't bad if she said so herself. It was a bit boring though so she pulled a flower, stem and all, from her hair and placed it delicately into the bottle. Perfect. Absolute perfection at day one. Now if only there were someone to actually drink with!!


20AP Starting

-4AP Create Relic: The Lilly Liquor Bottle
The bottle that Bianca first entered the new universe with, passed out in some forgotten and unexplored corner of the cosmos, it layed in her hand and dutifully surrendered its last few drops to her, giving its very life to sustain her eternal drunkenness for a few moments longer. But she wasn't willing to let her faithful friend and drinking companion go so easily, so she blessed it. It no longer runs dry. It remains eternally half-full and ready to be drunk from at a moments notice, its vigilance not faultering for even a second. (Gives +10HP)

-5AP Infuse Vestige: The Lilly Liquor Bottle
Bianca took a flower from her hair and placed it into her newly refurbished bottle in order to commemerate her first divine creation, in fact she gave it more than that. She christened the bottle with some of her own essence and mind, the dutiful and never-dying plant now sits with its head poking out from the opening and generally looks quite pretty, if a little whimsical. As an added power of the natural essence infused into the flower, and by extension the bottle, any liquid poured from it immensely speeds up plant growth. Yes, the bottle is mildly sentient. No, it won't start talking just yet. (Now Gives +20HP)
11AP Left

[Plerumque]

Arei came as well, though the other gods knew little of her yet, as she was shrouded in the darkness of the unknown. She narrowed her eyes, examining the others from the edge of the cosmos from which she came. There was nothing yet to interest her yet, but one day there would be. For now, she would bide her time, watching the others' actions.

20 AP
Gain Ability: One With Shadows
15 AP

[AvianMalkavian]

A silence hung over existence for but a few brief moments. The hush was broken by the piercing shriek of a being born from the inky unending blackness of creation that hung still. Bale red eyes opened, focusing their fury upon what now was. It howled within the void, between the burning stars, much preferring the nothingness that had once been. And why should it not? It was madness where there was no sanity to defile, the hushed truth where there was none yet to be made or spoken of, it did not yet belong.

The nameless horror stretched its newly formed limbs, testing them and finding them to be weak. It was a newly born god, still learning its powers, and in its infancy it thrashed about unknowingly. It did not care for what now was, and it did not even care for itself. And in its thoughtless tantrum at new found existence, it cut itself. Black claws cut deep into its own palms, and from the wounds formed hideous maws, their own cries lent themselves to the growing discord.

That rabid and alien dissonance reached a fever pitch before the dark god doubled over in agony. It retched violently before it vomited forth a slew of cosmic horrors from its many, bilious, mouths that continued to eternally gibber the truth: before time and space, before thought itself, there were the First, the Voidborn, the Yddigrig. Hideous even before the very concept of hideousness, they were pale imitations of their creator. Like cancerous whales, with snaggle fanged jaws and slime ridden flagella that allowed them to thrash across the nothingness, and all bearing the red eyes of their Maker.

Splashing forth from the black ooze of the Creator's amniotic bile, they gazed upon it, calling to it in unison in their first cries, "Tsothoth! Tsothoth! Tsothoth!"

20AP Starting

-5AP Gain Ability: Inconceivable

Tsothoth is an eldritch horror, a terrible, unknowable, thing from beyond reality itself. Even in the universe's infancy, it is an outsider and does not wholly belong. Its form is hideous and maddening, afflicting those who would look upon it with a mind shattering lunacy.

-5AP Create Life: Legendary Life

In its first moments of existence, Tsothoth gives birth to the Yddigrig, horrible and alien creatures that can travel through the void itself. Born from madness to look upon madness itself, their thoughts are such that even the gods can not entirely fathom them. They are all massive beings, and they harbor a deep abiding resentment for anything not born of their maker.

10AP Left

EDIT: If you were curious as to what the Yddigrig look like, see below!

http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c212/EmbodimentOfRomance/tsothoth-monster2-1-small_zpsda9d9b4f.png

[Queen Sapes]

Near the center of creation, the raw energies of existence were being flung up against each other as reality cemented itself. When the energies of time and space slammed into each other, a being emerged from their convergence. Clad in a pure white robe with a god sash, Marillolares Gor removed his hood to view creation. And everything rushed into his eyes. From the moment of his birth, Marillolares saw time itself fly by. He witnessed the gods who were to be born, what they would create, what the could create, and infinite paths that reality might take. In less than a second on the celestial level, Marillolares was dying as reality filled his mind. With the last piece of his sanity, Marillolares decided to save himself through separation.

With a scream that filled creation, Marillolares plunged his hands into his chest, going for the divine spark that rested inside. He gripped the spark, pulling it apart, shattering it into four pieces as his body dissolved back into creation, the four shards drifting away from the site of his birth. The two largest pieces drifted away together, forms slowly condensing around them. One smaller piece was pulled away by a wave of time energy, the shard disappearing into a hole in the still unsealed reality. The last piece was carried away on a wave of space, falling into a hole like the one before.

However, around the last piece, an entire reality filled itself in, infinite possibilities growing around the shard, the realities continuing to grow as time passed, all to protect it. The actions of the gods would inadvertently create more of this plane, as infinite worlds stacked on top of each other in response to themselves and the prime material. With a splitting of a god, the Multiverse was born.

The two shards that left together formed into two separate yet similar deities. One an exceptionally beautiful young woman with flowing red hair, the other an older and strong-faced man with brown hair. When their forms finalized, they both wore white robes like Marillolares had, and immediately shot their hands up to massage their foreheads with a fairly painful headache that lasted all of a moment.

"Ugh," the man began, looking around and quickly shifting his clothes from the white robe into a more dignified and official looking tan suit. "What exactly just happened, sister?"

"I'm not exactly sure, brother," she said, shaping her clothes into a beautiful white and black dress. "All I can remember is separating and standing with you here, now."

"Hmmm... perhaps if we asked one of them we could learn a bit more." And with that Olare and Marillos departed to speak to one of the others who had arrived.

Start AP - 20
5 - Weave Plane: The Multiverse
The multiverse plane (or whatever it needs to be) is practically a tower of different realities stacked on top of each other. These realities can be nearly identical to each other, or wildly different, but they are all possible outcomes of every event. A new "world" is created for every event, meaning that new worlds are being created constantly. Technically, all the worlds are based on the prime material, and the possible results of actions on the prime material are even taken into account and new worlds created for them. The exception is that (unless a person wants their god created by the multiverse) no gods are copied and recreated when a new offshoot is created from the prime material, or anywhere else. Anytime a god creates something and a new universe is created, all the gods disappear, at least to the people on the world. That's not to say that gods cannot travel the plane, they can, but it is extremely difficult for almost all gods, but if they like you Olare and Marillos will be happy to escort you through them.

Time within the multiverse is unpredictable at best. About 40% of the infinite world run 1 to 1 (or relatively close to 1 to 1) with the material plane. 29% run faster than the prime material, running anywhere from 1 hour in the material equals to a year in the world, to 1 second is one year. 29% are slower, running a reverse of the spectrum of the faster worlds. 2% of the worlds have completely stopped, either being so slow that no time at all passes, or being so fast that everything within them has ceased to exist.

Outside of the worlds is where the plane becomes its most dangerous. Everything in-between the individual worlds is pure chaos energy that swirls together to create new worlds. Any lawful god who gets caught inside the vortex between worlds is slowly eaten away from by the chaos, and must enter the safety of one of the worlds before they are destroyed. Neutral gods are unaffected by the raw chaos, and chaotic gods gain strength from the raw chaos. Anything aside from gods that gets caught within the chaos is immediately destroyed and absorbed into the chaos. The only safe way to transport non-deities is to carve pathways in the chaos that are held open by the gods for something to move through.

End AP - 15

Not going to any god in particular, just whoever wants to encounter them first.

[Space Lawyer]

Seyn

Floating, in an a direction that had only moments ago become definable as "up" or "above", a pair of wings slowly unfurls. The bright white ball of feathers opens to reveal a female figure. Her long white hair suddenly seems to move under its own power, as the first wind in the universe blows.

The figure inhales, then slowly exhales, not out of any need to do so, but simply out of a desire to feel movement.

"Well now, thats a bit better."

She looks around. It is so empty and stagnant.

She flaps her wings vigorously, air manifesting around them through her divine will. The chaotic wind whips back and forth with a great wooshing and swooshing, to and fro.

"I am...Seyn.

This statement extends itself into the surrounding wind, becoming embedded in it. Her name carries her essence into the wind, and she becomes one with the air, and it becomes one with her. Her words flow through space on the wind.

20 AP

-5 AP: Elemental Mastery (air)

15 AP remaining

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Insert overly used title about a hero being metaphorically born

Moments after Seyn appeared, a new god appeared. He is covered in armor except for the head, which he leaves unprotected so he can more intimidating to his foes. He has a golden beard which is braided at sections. His hair and beard go down to his neck.

The god speaks his first words, saying "I am Alteros, God of Combat and Lord of Heroes. Let it be known those who prey on the weak shall invoke my wrath."

20-5: gain ability: Lord of War

[Grim ranger]

Whidel

From the uniformity of formless nothing, a change suddenly emerges, one of many odd occurences that now dot the previously eternally empty existence that the universe has known up to now. Ethreal wind, born from the first breath of air in existence brought about by Seyn, slowly picks up bits of nothing, and from those small bits and pieces a humanoid figure is eventually assembled. Even if having been in existence for mere moments after his creation, the young god understands his purpose and knows his name.

A cheerful, somewhat impish smile is directed at the goddess, her gust of air responded to by one eminating from new deity, his form born from first air and wind, thus as one with it as the goddess of the sky. Picking up her words from the wind, he laughs cheerfully. "Hello there, Seyn! I am Whidel! And you seem like whole lot of fun!" the young god observes, spinning as he flies circles around the goddess. There are so many things to be done to liven up this dreary nothingless, and luckily he has a kindred spirit to possibly help him out right on hand!

Starting: 20 AP

-5 AP: Elemental Mastery (Air)

Remaining: 15 AP

[Darklady2831]

Words, essences, expressions, even matter itself. All of them suddenly were, and they worked in concert to make up reality as it was known. As all of these things became 'real', so did their mental expression. Spacial properties asserted themselves as the minds of the beings who dwelt within it demanded something to perceive. Temporal laws became true as the mind required a progression of cause and effect. As the mental presences of the gods developed, so too did higher concepts. Hatred, love, anger, joy, sorrow, and jealousy became manifest as the universe grew. As thought became real, so too did consciousness, and along with consciousness came a being aware of all these mental essences.

Psi'os became real, just as space and time had. Consciousness filled it, an expression of the mind's requirement to understand. And understand it did. Psi'os observed all, and thought all. It recognized it's own existence as a thought of a thought, knowing that all reality was relative to the perceptions of those who dwelt within it. As the lord of combat arose, so did the mind's need for challenges and betterment. Psi'os observed all of this, and began to weave it. A great metaphysical web, existing outside of space and only partially within time. All things that Psi'os could sense became connected to this web, and through the web, all things would become connected. All ideas, concepts, indeed, all thoughts, could be found if one was willing to sort through the nearly endless strands of psychic webbing. Attuning itself to the Psychic Pathweb, Psi'os expanded it's mind, allowing itself to think about everything within the web.

20 AP - 5 AP = 15 AP
5 AP: Create Monument - The Psychic Pathweb is a fundamental metaphysical property of the universe now. It connects all things that think in a subconscious manner, allowing those attuned to the Pathweb to learn the core properties of all higher beings (Gods) and know of the application of higher thought (Concepts). Because of this, it grants the attuned a +2d6 bonus to defense, allows them to know the domains, portfolios, and names of any gods who do not have 'One with Shadows'. It also allows them to know about any and all concepts created by such gods, their followers, or their creations.

[mystic1110]

Travolis was not anything if not absolutely efficient. The moment of his birth was a brief explosion of color before he moved his lithe hand to grab it all before anyone else could get at it. Every pigment in the darkness, nothing could go to waste. And in the same fluid motion he garbed himself. His Birth was quick and clean as an yolkless egg being cracked wide ope, the yolk being the honey gold which he wore . . . if anyone deigned to notice. He surveyed the universe and then closed his eyes and smelled the universe. The bitter metallic tinge of potential wealth. Overpowering. He shuddered in brief ecstasy, but controlled himself, one of his fingers between his perfect set of teeth which contrasted with his black skin.

He took right hand which held the colors of his birth and breathed it. Out of this universe or any other and into a new reality, a world of defined colors. A fine managed estate. A new realm for him and him alone.

All that was there was a flat wide field, as far as the eye could see. A drab grey sky overhead and in the center a massive stone building with thirty eight stone chimneys blowing purple rainbow gold smoke into the gray air, and all around them were rows and rows and rows upon rows and more rows of vines with tiny fruits of color. Red, Pink, Blue, Yellow, Chartreuse and many more. It was a gigantic vineyard of Dream.

Travolis walked down a row and knelt to the ground to smell one of the grapes of dreams - it was purple, and smelled of . . . what was it? Fear? Hope? He did not know yet. But it would make a fine vintage. But it was not for him to get his golden robes dirty. And so he carefully took out an earring, and it being pure gold it easily allowed itself to be molded. He gave the little thing gossamer wings and hands made for grabbing dreams. He gave it a golden smiling face.

And then he copied it a thousand fold. A faerie for each vine. A faerie for each type of dream, for each flavor. They would plant and prune and gather and bring it to the Refinery where he would sample and bottle each dream up to sell to those who wished for inspiration or for anything else that was not death with each passing moment of sleep.

The Faeries bowed before their lord, who rose from his knees and resumed to tower over them, his dark skin and sparkling robes compared to the vivid rainbow on the ground and the nothing above. He began to walk towards the Refinery which would be his home. The first seventy - two faeries came with him, while the rest began to cull, sow and reap the dream fields.

The Seventy two faeries would be his messengers, and most faithful servants they were to be the Golden Order of Sommeliers, those who would be experts in tasting and making dreams in the centuries to come. The opened the great cast Iron unadorned doors of the refinery - the extravagance would be his alone, no need to flaunt it, and walked with him through the empty halls of vats, and tubes and glasses and distillers and everything else needed to make a good dream. They opened the door to his office, which was a simple room with windows overseeing the dream fields. There was only a desk, a chair and a glass. He sat down and swiveled to face the window, the gold robes not snagging on anything and in the same motion as a faerie poured him the first batch of dream.

He swirled it and smelled it. Looked at the fingers of the dream as it stained the glass. Tasted it, and spit it out into a container another faerie was holding in just the right place. It was a good nightmare. Interesting choice for the first vintage. Dark red, heavy body. He smiled and closed his eyes. A rush and a surge of power swept through him as he looked out of his domain fpr it was dream and even more vivid with your eyes closed. He then opened his lids and proclaimed in a voice as smooth as honey

Now Get To Work.


This is why I would have argued against 20 AP and biweekly rollovers lol

Create Plane: Vineyard of Dreams 5 AP
Create Sanctum: The Dreams Refinery. 3 AP (+1 to Defense)
Create Magical Creature: Golden Faeries 3 AP
Create Society: Worker Faeries 1 AP
Create Organization: Golden Order of Sommeliers 2 AP
Gain Domain: Growth (Dream) (Vineyard and Golden Order of Sommeliers)
Gain Domain: Toil (Capitalism) (Refinery, Faeries, and Society of Worker Faeries)

Advance in RANK! WOOt!

[Deadlykire]

As the vastness existed, so did Erebus. He stood in the distance, far out of site. He left them awaken, his brethren, the other deities, they were awakening. It was time for him to come forth and so he did. He remained dark for now. He walked forward, towards the center. He could sense them there these other lives. As he walked the darkness shifted. He could see them all, he watched them come into being as he walked forward.

His eyes burned intently. The gods started creating as they were born. They wasted no time getting to work, it was as if they too knew for what they were destined.

Something caught his gaze. The darkness moved, his brethren had already starting making life. It was too early, they began the process too soon. He wasn't ready.

Some of the gods started talking. Erebus ignored their chatter. He must be ready to watch. He gathered the darkness to him. He drew on the will to live. The universe wanted to be. It wanted structure. He would begin to provide it.

He crafted his home. It was infinite yet bound. Both small and large, nothing yet existed by which to judge it. He began at the base. He put his essence into it. He crafted what the mortals would call his home. Even the other deities would come to know it as his realm. And so he toiled. He built it up. It towered, it was unconnected yet bound together. One could move from place to place although no physical connection existed. One felt they were ascending and descending. Yet the transitions were smooth, as if just walking across level. But that wasn't true either. It was chaos bound, formed for a sole purpose, a platform from which Erebus could work. As he was finished Erebus gazed at his creation. He stood at its center. He was satisfied.


Erebus's very essence was woven into it. If he was not careful, his emotions would change its properties. The plane encompasses all by virtue of its ability to move. It only does so while Erebus stands upon it and wills it to do so. The planes are tiered, each tier shifting up and down together. The center is always the highest or lowest point. If one could view it from above, it formed Erebus's sigil. The plane was able to connect to the others through the flares of the sun. As no other plane yet existed, it currently had no connections. If light ever came into existence, one would be able to see that some areas were lighter than others, even though they were comprised of the same thing, for always the symbol was maintained.


Sanctum:

At the center Erebus stood. He felt naked, vulnerable, exposed. He would not have this. Erebus built a fortress of light and dark. It stood at the center of his plane. The sanctum resembles a massive castle, reaching legendary heights. Its connections to the plane around it could be severed so that none could simply walk into the sanctum if Erebus desired exile. The highest tower stood in the center. Inside it was Erebus's creation chamber. It was here Erebus worked, creating his things. Anything he made would come from here, to be placed where it belonged. The outside of the tower resembles Erebus's hand, open and outstretched.


He was ready to judge. But there was nothing yet to judge. And he was lonely inside of his tower. He saw the fairies. They were workers, serving their Lord without question. He admired this god of dreams. He spoke.

"You, the one being served by the creatures. I would speak with you if you would allow it."

20 AP
-5 AP Weave Plane: Plane of Immortality and Undeath. The planes states are in flux, bound to the will of their creator. This plane has 1000 layers.
-3 AP Create Sanctum: The fortress of Judgement and the tower of creation

[Space Lawyer]

Seyn and Whidel
Near the top of infinite space

Seyn's wings reach out to envelop the playful Whidel, but the wind-born deity simply slips through the feathers. It is curious sensation, lifting Seyn up.

Her eyes twinkle, and she gives a floating, lilting laugh. She begins flying with him in a ballet of infinite grace, for how else could two winds dance?

"Yes, yes! Can you feel it? This place is becoming more structured, so cluttered. It is oppressive!"

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Overhearing the conversation, Alteros chipped in, saying. "They use structure to keep them safe, but what would be safer is steel and someone with a good heart and able to use it. Structure can be both good and bad, and the latter is more possible the more there is." Alteros then added "I'm Alteros, by the way."

[Shmee]

Somewhere...


POWER [ADV][:MAX] STATUS: ACTIVATED
REBOOT [FILE C:] CONSCIOUSNESS
RESTORE [FILE T:] THOUGHT
PATH [DRIVE D:]PATH: DIVINE POWERS
RECOVER [FILE E:] EMOTIONS: WARNING: FILE CORRUPTED
ERROR: UNABLE TO OPEN: [FILE E:] EMPATHY
PAUSE
DELETE: [FILE E:] EMPATHY
SCANDISK: AUTOFIX
TRUENAME [DRIVE:X][PATH]SIDERAS

In the void a strange metallic creature is lying motionless.

[Diagnostic: Sideras activated. Running checks through primary systems. I am operating at 100% efficiency.]

Raising its hand Sideras attempts its first motions as it begins to squeeze its hand several times. Satisfied that its hand is fully operational it begins the same process with its other hand, then its legs until it has done a test run of all its appendages. Once its test was over, Sideras mechanically props itself up as it begins to take its first steps in the void.

It mechanically jerks its head, looking at the chaos of the void. Billions of stars littering the place as far as its sensors can see. For some who witnessed the first moments of this world, this sight might have been breath taking.

[Observation: Imperfect. This will not do.]

Extending its left palm out, Sideras exerts its divine will and extending his right hand, it begins to glow with a flame brighter than the light that any of the stars can provide. Placing his palm over the flame, Sideras allows it to heat, until his metallic skin begins to melt. Of although the flame would have easily incinerated any lesser being, Sideras did not as much as flinch, as if the flames caused him no physical pain.

Finally a single drop of molten metal drops. Creating the first land. An ore-rich yet inhospitable land the shape of a perfect circle. In the center of the land, several volcanoes spew out fire and lava, creating the biggest source of light at this early stage of the world.

(OOC: 18=20-2: Create Land: T.E.R.A. There we go. The first land of the Material Plane.)

[Statement: Perfection! But now a guardian will be needed.]

Sideras continues to melt its hand until another drop of hot melted metal begins to drip. However this time, instead of allowing it to drop, Sideras catches it with its other hand. Taking the metal, Sideras begins to masterfully shape it in its own image, until a lesser version of itself is standing motionless in Sidaras' hand.

[Command: Unit activate!]

The figure in Sideras' hand all of a sudden jerks to life as it replies to its Master

[Diagnostic: A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit is fully operational and ready to serve Master.]

[Command: You are programed to be the guardian of T.E.R.A. any intruders are to be dealt according to protocol.]

[Acknowledgment: As you command Master.]

With that, Sideras drops the Avatar Unit onto Tera. Sideras takes a moment to admire his perfect work. It was then that it realized that a huge mass of flesh seem to be lying close to were it had also awakened.

[Observation: How utterly disgusting. I shall commence removal protocol.]

It says as it gives the lump of flesh a swift kick.

(OOC: AP 13= 18-5 Create Demi-God: A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit
AP:10= 13-3 Gain Perfection Domain: Beauty Portfolio)

[Deadlykire]

More gods were awakening. Making their presence known. The one who controlled the fairies could wait. The example was enough for Erebus to understand.

Erebus returned to his table. His loneliness, he could solve this. He could make something to serve his will. But would it be perfect, worthy of his image and lasting life? He was not yet sure.

He looked at his tower again. Surely this would inspire awe in his creations. But so what, what did their awe mean? Nothing. But what if...what if he could make it mean something. Yes this, this was the key.

Erebus began to work at his table. He gathered his sweat. He gathered up the will, unbound, hanging in the cosmos. He fused them together...This this might do. He would have to test it for sure, but he smiled. This concoction might just work.

He sighed. Resigning himself to the fact that he could not know if his concoction worked unless he had something on which to test it. He hated making imperfect things. Perhaps he would not bestow his gift, it was a first try after all.

He drew up the darkness from his table. He sprinkled in dust of the cosmos. He formed it. It was not enough. Only one would not give him the answers he needed. He made more. He varied them, they all looked about the same. But in the end each was slightly different. Erebus gently blew his breath across the table. They gasped, eyes flicked open.

Erebus allowed himself a small smile. It had worked. He'd made them. Their skin was a dark black. Much like his own. Their eyes were a deep orchid. Their teeth were a bright white, several came to a sharp point. They could see in this darkness. He regarded them, they were strong...but something more. Their eyes bore a fierce intelligence. "You shall be children of the darkness, but do not fear the light. It will cause you no harm. Now go, roam about my sanctum and territory. I will send for you later, when I am need of your services."

The orcs bowed. They left as a group to wander. Save one. Erebus was confused. "Speak" What happened next confused Erebus. The orc did not open his mouth. Erebus could hear him think. He wished to learn more from Erebus. About the purpose of the orcs, why were they here, why should they serve, would Erebus remain with them. "You serve because I made you and it is my will. Your kind are bound to me. I will protect you, but you must do most of it for yourself."

12 AP
- 3 AP Greater Life: Dark Orcs (150) (OOC: I'm still writing up stats to add as "homebrew")
-1 AP Basic Concept: Spirituality, Divine Worship
-2 AP Create Orginization: Servants of Erebus
-3 AP Gain Domain: Mysticism (Night) (Sanctum, Spirituality, Servants of Erebus)
-3 AP Gain Domain: Chaos (Order) (Plane, Dark Orcs)
Rank Up
0 AP

[Lady Tialait]

Crack. Snap. Pop.

The bones of Andrei stir and start to move into place. A pile of flesh both formed by and rejecting the deities. His body slowly moving into place painfully shaping and moving. Andrei takes his form, blood dripping from his form and looks upon creation. What a mess.

(OOC: 10=20-10: Gain ability: Inconceivable, Gain Ability: Divine Beauty)

Andrei sets out to create his divine family first, reaching into himself to pull out his own spleen and places it before him infusing it with his own divine power.

"Sanguine, born of blood, speak to me."

(OOC: 5=10-5: Beget Demigod: Sanguine)
His spleen moves around forming itself into a long sinewy creatures serpent like but with a large bulbous head where it forms two black voids as eyes. His breath comes out from him, hot and wet as he speaks.

"Father. I am here. Let me handle the correction of imperfection! I shall breed our family far and wide upon the creation."

Andrei pushes Sanguine off of him and shakes his head, "No, your bothers will soon join you."

With that Andrei pulls his gall bladder from himself and places it next to him he infuses it too with his divine power breathing into it the life he had his spleen just moments before.

"Rise Melancholic."

(OOC 0=5-5 Beget DemiGod: Melancholic)

The gall bladder shapes itself into a squat little dwarf with thick ropes of flesh wrapped around itself to hide what it looks like, leaving little more then a pile of rag like sheets of flesh.

Melancholic looks to the world then to his father and brother, "You should have created me first, Father." his voice in wreathed in irritation. "Now all the world will fall apart and our perfection will never be upon it! This foolishness will never-"

Before he could finish Andrei shoves him down and pins him on the ground with a large blade-like leg of his throne. "Do not speak ill of your brother and do not disrespect your Father. I have created you, and could destroy you."

[Shmee]

Sideros, the Void

[Surprised exclamation: Ah! This flesh-bag talks!]

Exclaims the god of metal as Andrei awakens and forms his throne.

[Observation: What an utterly horrendous construct. It is an anathema to all that is proper.]

[Lady Tialait]

Andrei sneers at Sideros, "Anathema? Look upon yourself, abomination. You have forsaken flesh. You are flawed so deeply, and you will never be able to walk the path of perfection."

[Shmee]

[Angry Statement: You are nothing but a bulbous flesh-bag! Nothing upon you can remotely be described as 'perfect']

[Critique: Yours is a form of ugliness so intolerable that it must be altered with every passing moment!]

[Musing: Below is the perfect world and its perfect guardian that I have created. Besides conversing with your own pieces and spare parts what have you accomplished so far?]

Of course Sideras had not bothered asking for the flesh-bag's name! Its is clearly inferior and beyond its notice.

[Grim ranger]

"It is unknown what goes on in his head at times,
But there is method to his madness."
- On the Nature of Gods, Chapter 9 "Whidel the Everfree", page 322

Whidel, Seyn & Alteros
Near the top of infinite space

Dancing through the empty space with his counterpart, the god of air looks curiously at Alteros, his cheerful smile only deepening as he gets the chance to meet more of his kind. "Ehehe, some structure is good! After all, this bland nothingless is uniform as well, the bad kind! Well, brother Alteros, I am Whidel and this is Seyn. It is very good to meet you!"

Flitting around the more serious deity and observing him curiously from every angle, the playful god grins as he gets an idea, hanging upside down in the nothingless. "Since there is nothing here to have fun with yet, why don't we go around and make this bland existence little more interesting? Would you join me in that endeavour, brother and sister? Together we could make things that would give us endless fun and remove this state of boooring existence we are currently going through!"

[Moonwolf727]

Bianca: The Vineyard of Dream

The lack of colour around here was depressing to an almost ridiculous extent. "Booooooring."
Roughly ten minutes ago she had been standing around, or trying not to stumble anyway, at roughy the same place she'd awoken originally, occasionally putting Lilly to her lips to pass the time, when she'd felt it happen. Well, not so much an it as a where. She recognised it almost immediately, she must've seen at least a hundred of these back in........... wherever she'd come from. It was a Brewery, with an attached Vineyard but that wasn't nearly as important. Naturally she'd headed over as quickly as was humanly possible.

And here she was, the most drab place in existance besides the void, although the void was moot in this case since it didn't really count as existance. She'd made her way into the Vineyard and had been poking around in a couple of places, not literally since some of these plants looked overtly hostile despite being, Y'know, plants. The fruit were practically the only things with colour around here aside from Bianca and some kind of golden faerie thing she'd seen bustling around every-which-way.

She was honestly just exploring at this point, stumbling blindly from one place to another. It was refreshing to have grass to stand on rather than floating around in the nothing. She shouted a few incomprehensible syllables at a nearby Faerie but it didn't pay her any mind and went about its work. "Lazy, antisocial little flappy-wing thingys *mumble*" she muttered as she sat down on the gray grass and stared into the equally gray sky. What she hadn't noticed as she made her way around was that while she'd been flailing and running and suchlike she'd accidentally spilt quite a lot of liquor from Lilly onto some of the plants, which were growing quite a bit faster than their counterparts.


11+3(Wednesday rollover)=14AP

-1AP: Bless
A random number of the vines in the Vineyard of Dreams, about a third of them, have been splashed with the life-infused liquor from The Lilly Liquor Bottle and are now growing substantially faster than some of the others. They also taste a little different, but that hardly matters. Right?

13AP Left

[mystic1110]

As Travolis looked out onto his fields, sipping a nice Shiraz made of Flight with a hint of Erotic fantasy and a dash Guilt, he saw another God wander and stumble through his vineyard. She was a Drunk. He smiled, Perfect. A little bit of her alchole splashed onto his vines and even now he saw them growing. Interesting - He'll be sure to have some of the Sommeliers collect the plants and place them into isolation, they were infused with the essence of a God, obviously they were not fit for wine, but their stronger quality would make a good brandy or a port, perhaps just a base for a dry sparkling wine. A lot of potential applications.

He lifted his hand, raised a finger made a small circle motion and then pointed at Bianca. He did not even turn to look as one of the Sommeliers buzzed off from his office to tell the other faeries to begin seperating the infused plants from the others. He wasn't going to send a faerie to talk to the other god - he would find that insulting and it would be presumptuous of him to think that this other god would not. So, he stood from his chair in a fluid motion that did not actual resemble standing. Standing usually has awkward angles and contorsions of the spine or knees, there was none of that. Just up or down. Smooth as Honey. And with a flourish he left his office.

Bianca sat somewhere between Idleness and Adventure, the grass leading towards her crushed by her running feet, it being unused to any pressure - since the faeries flew. Travolis closed his eyes and smelled her essence. Oh my. . . yes, the goddess of Wine. He opened his eyes - gold iris inside pure white ivory eyes inside ebony. He gently walked to her but stopped just short as to not startle her. And in a voice as heavy as gold and just a beautiful he spoke:

How are you enjoying the Vineyard, My Dear?

All ready faeries were prunning the places her alchole touched and replanting them in a new feild. Travolis in another part of his mind thought of the price variations that would have to made.

[Moonwolf727]

Bianca turned around and rose off of the floor, in a slightly dramatised sweeping motion, to face the owner of the voice that had just spoken to her. It was a god. She was in another gods vineyard, it shouldn't have been surprising, everything was made by gods unless those gibbering abominations out in the void had finally started being productive, regardless somehow she found herself a little shocked at the revelation. She was nervous and defaulted to making herself look mildly presentable, beginning with brushing the dust off of her clothes before making her best attempt at standing both still and upright but somehow still managed to forget that she was holding Lilly in her hand "It's certainly something, err... sir. A bit drab in places but the symbolism here is simply inspiring".

The last word is spoken in a whistful manner with slight emphasis, after all, why would there be a world with no colour aside from the plants if it weren't meant to symbolise something? Perhaps the abundance of energy and vigor in nature or some other psuedo-philosophical stuff that she couldn't bring her mind to be interested in. Regardless, best to compliment them on it, make them feel appreciated for their hard work.

[mystic1110]

Travolis continued to look at the goddess, especially at the bottle of Liquor in her hands. He crossed his arm and put them into each of his hanging golden sleaves till the only skin showing was his face which was carved from perfect black. He walked towards the goddess till there was a comfortable distance between the two. He smiled at her and gently spoke.

Relax My Dear, Relax, you look so nervous! How would you like to share a drink with me?

in the background little flecks of gold could be seen moving against the gray - like little falling stars the Faeries continued working.

[Moonwolf727]

Her nervousness gone after the owners assurances Bianca glanced around for a moment at the offer, she could get into her natural element if this guy was half as much of a lightweight as he looked, but it wasn't always simple to make that work. His gaze was a little unsettling, especially how it flitted over to Lilly every so-often, but she could do this. "What a generous offer, I might just take you up on it".

At this she moves slightly closer and lets the corner of her mouth curl into a smirk. Easy, this one was starting to look very easy indeed. He may be a god but even the sharpest man would lose their touch if you put enough drink in them.

[Space Lawyer]

Seyn, Whidel, and Alteros
Near the top of infinite space


"They use structure to keep them safe, but what would be safer is steel and someone with a good heart and able to use it. Structure can be both good and bad, and the latter is more possible the more there is."


"Ehehe, some structure is good! After all, this bland nothingless is uniform as well, the bad kind! Well, brother Alteros, I am Whidel and this is Seyn. It is very good to meet you!"

"Since there is nothing here to have fun with yet, why don't we go around and make this bland existence little more interesting? Would you join me in that endeavour, brother and sister? Together we could make things that would give us endless fun and remove this state of boooring existence we are currently going through!"

Seyn considers the merits of the arguments for form and structure, and finds them sound. Whidel is correct in his assertion that nothingness was in itself a kind of despotic uniformity. These two, and the other sparks of divinity of whom she had some vague awareness, were surely interesting all by themselves, but it would be so much more delightful to inhabit a place that could change, act, react, become, grow! "I suppose you are right. I think the first thing is that there has to be a somewhere, rather than the simultaneous everywhere and nowhere we are currently in."

A warm glow catches her attention, for it was the first of its kind. It is T.E.R.A, growing in what could best be regarded as the distance, though that sort of concept did not have any true meaning in this place. "Brothers, look far! That is exactly the sort of thing I was talking about. But...why is it so...round? Well that is just as boring! We can play with it physically later, but for now, I think some ground rules are in order."

Despite the arguments for structure, Seyn could not abide the thought that she would inhabit a static existence. This world would have changes, cycles, a flow to it. Let the others build what they wished, try to control and dominate. The very fabric of the universe would strive against them, aided and abetted by Seyn, and hopefully her newly discovered siblings.

Her essence reaches out into existence, then subsumes into it, disturbing the metaphysical nature of reality. It roils, swirls, and eventually begins to change. Seyn feels the energy that it creates, for it is now the source and conduit of all energy, spring forth, intertwining itself into creation. She place herself in tune with its ebbs and flows, twists and turns, learning it, feeling it. This place is no longer even capable of being boring, for it will always be acting.

She watches the energy flow, and notices there are spots of greater interest, areas far off into the future where it coalesces and rises. She takes note of these, determining how they rise, and how she can make such things happen herself.

15 AP

-5: Cosmic Decree: Qi is a fundamental force of the universe. All things have energy, and this energy flows throughout and in all things. Extending beyond the traditional concept though, it is the animating force. It allows things to change and grow of their own accord. It is the thing that makes things happen.
-5: Gain Ability: Kingmaker
I figure it is close enough to noon, so +2 AP

7 AP remaining

[Emperor Demonking]

Simtheon had yet to exist, not really at any rate. His essence seemed to float around rather arbitrarily but still seeming like there was some sort of goal. Still, acting like that essense had any real mind was giving it too much credit. Once the material plane had formed the Simtheon essense rushed at it in a straight line across planes. Once at the material plane the essense took form; it was still not Simtheon, but it had a more solid form. The essense took the form a light sucking small hand-sized ball and continued to move in a mostly arbitrary fashion.


10 AP = 20 AP - 5 AP (Gain Ability: Knowledge Broker) - 5 AP (Gain Ability: Mortal Sheppard)

[Plerumque]

Arei began to become bored. The other gods did not interest her, save as tools to achieve an end. The orcs created by the god of immortality were a good start, but there were far too few of them. She wanted empires, armies, kings and peasants. And they would need someplace to be. The glow of T.E.R.A. could be seen in the distance, its volcanoes casting a reddish haze into the darkness. It would not do, though. Too rocky and inhospitable, without any way for mortals to sustain themselves. And even though she could change it if she wished, she wanted someplace bigger, grander.

She examined the fabric of reality. She could see, not only the things that were there, but also the things that weren't, but could be. She took one of these spots, and pulled it from the realm of things that could be into the realm of things that were. And suddenly, rippling slightly as it solidified entirely into the material, there was a new planet, spinning through the void, great in size and ready to receive life. And Arei prepared herself to create mortals...

18 AP
Weave Plane: Pretty standard planet
Gain Ability: Mortal Shepherd
Gain Domain: Life (Mortals)
5 AP

[AvianMalkavian]

Tsothoth drifted through the emptiness of space, its Yddigrig following in his wake like pilot fish feeding upon its very presence. They were mewling spawn crying out for succor, with no true conception of their own magnificence. Their King Beyond The Veil heard their unconscious pleas and it answered, bale red eyes opening upon the whole of creation. Stretching out a single limb, its wicked nails caught and tucked upon the skein of reality itself, sending small vibrations through everything.

The weave of the universe was open to it, and Tsothoth delicately strummed at its threads with horrendous digits. This cosmic performance grew fierce, the gentle sweeping strokes turned to fierce plucks until the god's fingers bled. The dark ooze dripped from the tips of its nails onto those threads, soaking them with its own essence.

In that moment, magic was born from the terrible darkness itself. In that moment, the Yddigrig were awakened and raised to greater heights than they could have conceived before. In the monster god's hideous benevolence, it gave them the keys to truly understanding and shaping reality, though not on as great a scale as their creator. The Yddigrig flailed with their newfound glory: they were exalted.

13 AP Starting

-5AP Gain Ability: Source of Arcane

Tsothoth has plucked at the threads that make up the fabric of creation and through this has, in some ways, bound itself to it. Through the blood of the Master of Madness, the universe has been gifted with what may come to be known as magic, born from the incomprehensible heart of Tsothoth itself.

-5AP Create Concept (Legendary): Arcane Magic

Much like Tsothoth itself, magic is a powerful and otherworldly force or energy that is tremendously dangerous to wield for mere mortal creatures. Like the creature that allowed such dread powers to come into existence, this magic is does not belong within the realms of lesser beings. It is a force that seems to act and grow and shape itself by unnatural laws. The ways of the arcane are not entirely comprehensible, though as other concepts are formed, like those of mathematics and physics, some understanding may occur.

Arcane Magic is best described through a series of runes and circles. In order to cast spells, the magic user requires a circle of power, an alignment rune, an action rune, a target rune, and runes of power that determine that strength of the spell itself. Every rune, save those of power, is different, allowing for nearly infinite variations that can be discovered by those brave enough to risk madness in the endeavor. The greater grasp one has of magic, the more power that they can safely channel.

-3AP Gain Domain: Arcane (Wizardry)

As the undying embodiment of the Arcane, Tsothoth's purview now falls over those who would wield the power that he has granted, not just to the Yddigrig, but to all mortal life should they choose to risk their sanity in grasping it.

0AP Left

[Shmee]

T.E.R.A.

As the A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit was making its routine patrol guarding the perfection which was its Master's creation, when all of a sudden the Material plane was formed around T.E.R.A.

[Observation: Something has tampered with the Maker's land. How repugnant!]

[Statement: Protocol calls for immediate investigation. I estimate that there is a 75% chance of relieving the boredom of guard duty.]

True to its duty the A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit confidently walks into the newly created planet. It would not tire, it would not stop until it completes its mission. Fortunately the Maker was busy arguing with a flesh-bag to give it orders, so it would execute its protocols as the Unit sees fit.

[Queen Sapes]

The Vineyard of Dream

As the Infinity Twins approached one of the gods that was just sitting in the void waiting for something, they were a bit insulted when she changed realities rather than wait for them to be closer. Whether it was an intentional insult or just an accidental one, whatever had called the goddess away had to be more interesting than the void was so far. A simple search of the area where she had been and the duo found the cosmic trail that the goddess left in reality. An identical wave of the hand from both Olare and Marillos, and a tear in the fabric of reality was made, one they could travel through comfortably.

"I wasn't aware we could do that," said Marillos, staring inquisitively into the vortex of pure energy. "Do you think if we make more of these we could find even more worlds?"

"Potentially," Olare said placing her hand on the border of the hole, preparing to enter it. "But I expect that if we were to leave too many of these holes open at once, they may leak some rather unneeded things between realities. And we can't have that. So, shall we, brother?"

"After you, sister." And with a few simple steps, the duo entered into the portal, following the pathway between realities into a field of plants all in rows, and a massive stone building at the center of it all. The word for the place would be a vineyard, and although it was rather impressive and fairly beautiful, somehow the twins could tell they had seen infinite better. Still, the duo quickly separated from each other and flew through the rows of plantlife, occasionally stopping to inspect whatever interested them, be it the fruits, the grass, or the winged workers flying throughout the yard.

"Brother, have you seen these," Olare shouted over the yard to her sibling. In the palm of her hand she was holding one of the fruits without taking it off the vine. "It looks like some kind of fruit, but it looks a bit off, like it would be a bad idea eating it. And it smells all wrong, more emotion than scent. What do you think?" she shouted as she flew over the rows, trying to see her brother.

"Fruit are fruit, sister. You see them once, you see all of them. I'm much more interested in this creature I found!" As Marillos spoke, he was constantly trying to get the attention of the mortal in front of him. She was a beautiful, golden thing with gossamer wings, but she appeared to be too busy with maintaining the vineyard to give Marillos any attention. But this didn't stop Marillos, who was constantly pestering the creature, attempting to get its attention and intentionally hampering its progress with his hands getting in the way. He was trying to catch her. After a minute of this, Marillos managed to get her turned to him, and she was clearly rather annoyed and preparing to attack the god. And with one quick motion, Marillos sealed the mortal in a transparent glass box with a few holes in it. Much easier to carry something or someone when they're in handy storage.

With his captive in hand, Marillos ascended to where his sister levitated. "You see? This creature is much more interesting than any old fruit," Marillos said, holding the case up, its tiny captive furious inside. "But I do wonder, with such an expansive place, someone would have to run it. Let us go and see if we can't find the creator of this place."

Start AP -15
Rollover - 3
New Start AP - 18
5 - Gain Ability: Mortal Shepperd
End AP - 13

[mystic1110]

Travolis smiled at the other god's acceptance, well smile is a strong word, let us just say it never reached his eyes.

Excellent choice my Dear.

With that he reached out one of his hands and in a quick motion Bianca's arms was hanging from his forarm as they walked hand in hand, in a leisurely pace towards the great Refinery with it's thrity eight chimneys blowing off its purple gold smoke into the gray skies. He didn't talk - he prefered to let the other god make conversation if she must. the only sound was the crunch of her feat on the grass - Travolis walked with too much poise as to make noise.

But the silence was broken but the sound of children's laughter. A frown of annoyance passed Travolis' face as he surveyed the feilds and say what was causing it - two more gods playing in his vines. Honestly security measures would have to be taken if production would ever proceed smoothly. Regardless he was a gracious host. He smoothly led Bianca still on his arms, towards the other two gods who had just mentioned their curiosity about him, slightly bent over and in a voice that slowly dripped with delicious charm he addressed them

Look no further my children. Are you enjoying yourselves here? spying the faerie in the glass cage, he merely continued Also if you can kindly free my friend over there, he really does need to get back to work.

Travolis closed his eyes, sniffed the air (what did he smell . . . the roads) and then straightened his back and lthen opened his eyes again to look at the twins. Oh my yes.

I was just about to provide a wine tasting for my friend here he says motioning to the god hanging on his arms Would you like to join us? he said with just the right amount of mischeif; what child would turn down wine?

[Moonwolf727]

As soon as was possible Bianca slipped her arm out from Travolis', with a little force if necessary, and brushed it off while casting a rather unimpressed, and slightly peeved, sideways glance at him, moving a step or two away in the proccess. "I appreciate the courtesy you're showin' but I'm not really one for being lead around".

She looks towards the twins playing around, doubtless considering the offer proposed by Travolis, and smiled a little. Physically mature or not, they had a very childlike mindset. Worriless and free, unlike the oh-so-driven gods and goddess' that were likely building the world while she spent her time here. She briefly let her face slip into a joyous grin when she noticed that they'd captured one of the Faeries from before "Good for you, you little rascals".

[Deadlykire]

Erebus took a handful (25) of his orcs and placed them in the vineyard. "Watch and learn. Be ready to tell me of what you discover. Do not engage in hostilities unless you are engaged first. You may only protect yourself, engage no further. Do not spread outside the minimums you need to live. I am sending you to another god's realm."

He gathered up more of his orcs. 75 this time. He placed them into the material world. "You have the same rules as the others. With one exception. You may expand. Be respectful of any life you encounter."

His remaining 25 orcs looked down solemnly. They had not been chosen to leave and do their master's bidding. "Do not fret little ones. You are to remain here. You shall be the stewards of my realm. I charge you with its upkeep and maintenance. For now my realm is safe for you to wander. The land will provide you with all you need."

With that Erebus formed his realm to be a series of islands and oceans. The center was the largest of the islands. The others spread out around it in a circular pattern. Every other flare was an island. The further from the center one got, the smaller the islands became.


3 AP

[Felandria]

(If I'm doing anything wrong let me know, I'm new at this.

Just basic setup right now, I'll get to the good stuff afterwards.)

Felandria awoke.

She looked around, there was nobody around to gaze lovingly at her.

This simply wouldn't do.

First thing's first, she was going to need some land.

Forge Land: 3AP

A lush, verdant planet with soft grass, clear beaches, blue oceans, rich soil and bountiful trees.

Now she needed some creatures to appreciate her.

Gain Ability (Herald Of Life): 5AP

Create Sentient Life : 1AP

The humans stood there, gazing up at their creator.

Gain Ability(Divine Beauty): 5AP

Hello, my children.

I am Felandria.

You are safe, my love will protect you.

I will never hurt you, and I will never allow anyone else to hurt you.

Now, go forth, be fruitful, multiply, be great, I believe in you.

Form Society: 1AP

Were someone from our world to observe this society, they would think they were observing Ancient Greece.

Togas, laurels, all that good stuff.

Of course, unlike the ancient Greeks, they would only have eyes for their creator.

While they formed this society, Felandria decided to see if there was anyone else like her.

AP Remaining : 5

[Queen Sapes]

The Vineyard of Dream

"Your world is rather unique from the fairly empty void we were in earlier." Olare began, her eyes running over the god and goddess that had approached them in the vineyard. "And it is rather intriguing. Why do the fruits here feel wrong? Why make the sky so dark when you are growing plants? Why have such beautiful creatures live here if all they do is maintain the place, rather than frolic in it? This place has some rather strange inconsistenc-."

"Sister, you shouldn't ask so many questions of our host." Marillos interjected quickly, before Olare upset the man. "It would be rude of us to question the world he created, and to not respect his wishes," he said, removing the glass case holding the creature, who left with a glare at Marillos. "But, I must ask, what exactly are those creatures? I can't seem to name them, and certainly don't recognize them. They are wonderful work, I assume one of you was the creator? I would love a chance to study one for myself." Marillos clasped his hands behind his back, while Olare crossed her arms underneath her bosom, a slightly annoyed look crossing her face. "Nevertheless, we would be delighted to join you. Do you have anything that reminds one of a sun exploding into billions of tiny pieces?"

[Lady Tialait]

Andrei points down at the T.E.R.A. laughing, "How we understand your perfection, it's a state of never changing? Already the other divines push it towards the path of perfection. The world itself in a state of metamorphosis, how can you possibly think you can be stagnate and call yourself perfect?" Andrei's laughter is as if a thousand mouths are laughing at the same time.

[Shmee]

Sideras & Andrei the Void (I guess)

[Obvious Statement: Why... by making all you gaseous flesh-bags as perfect as I am!]

[Retort: As flawed as this pale attempt to mirror my work is, it still is considered a masterpiece compared to your inferior creations]

[Conclusion: You are a flesh-bag. It is in your nature to be flawed.]

[Plerumque]

Arei looked down upon the world she had created and decided her strength had waxed enough for her to create a race to dominate the world. So she took the fabric of the cosmos in her hands and shaped it, wrapping it in upon itself until a new race was created, of he shape but with limbs quick as lightning and strong as iron, with intelligence near rivaling her own and each with a spark of the divine in them, allowing them to see beyond, into the truerr nature of things. She gave them the new magic and whatever might come of it, and set them free.

5 AP
Create Legendary Life: The Arekin
0 AP

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Alteros looked around. He looked where would be a good place to create warriors. They needed a tough environment to mold them into strong warriors. He looked at the mountains and decided to create there. He took a rock and carved into it and made a carving a gruff, short human with a long beard. He multiplied the carving and altered them to give them uniqueness so they knew who was who. Then finally, he gave them a spirit, a warrior's spirit.

The first first of the dwarves were made.

15+3=18
-2 Dwarves
-1 Mining
-2 society
-2 metallurgy
-3 domain: Glory (Honor) - Dwarves and ability

8 AP remaining

[Lady Serpentine]

"She is the knife in the dark and the hand on your throat. Yet she is also the gentle touch that washes away a lingering nightmare, the embrace that brings comfort in the midst of terrible sorrow.

What, then, is the reason for this? Is it, as some suggest, a case of deliberate deception? Certainly, that would fit with some of her aspects, but it assumes that the darker side of her is dominant, a thing her followers vehemently deny..."
--Shadows and Starlight: The Sisters Undying

[The Secondary Antimaterial]

From the shadows made by the starlight flowed a woman, grey-skinned and beautiful, cloaked in purple and black. And part of her remained behind, for her sister was most important to her... But another part, well, that went to see the other shadeborn, the one with flesh like night.

"Greetings to you, cousin...", she murmured softly as she stepped from the shadows behind the androgyne, reaching out to lay a hand on their shoulder, trailing her fingers across it as she walked, until she was in front of Tsothoth, should the other divinity allow. "Such an interesting form. And most pleasing, as well. You are quite good at making things of Beauty. Might I propose a partnership, perhaps, to form even lovelier works?

But, then again, I am forgetting my manners; my name is Savorla. Might I know yours?"

[mystic1110]

As Bianca pulled out of Travolis' arms he looked at her, standing erect, gold and black. His eyes widened a little bit, the gold growing slightly darker, and then he smiled, his irises back to being the lightest of metallic yellow. Quite seriously and with no apparent ill intent he merely informed her.

Yes. Of course.

With that he turned his attention to the twins, still with a smile on his face. Which it must be mentioned was always thin serious smile, but nota terrible one. The girl bored him slightly - full of curosity, but that was a easy drink to make, but the boy. Ah curosity mixed with a smidge of diplomacy, a rare combination. Travolis motioned towards the refinery.

I'm sure we will find something to your taste. We will converse over a glass, no need to rush the coversation.

And with that he led the way along the careful rows to the great refinery, the other Gods following. Two Faeries opened the cast iron doors and he led the gods to a chamber with a window, ten chairs and an island counter. A bar room if you will, with no bar. He sat down with a simple elegance and motioned for the others to do the same.

After they sat he began to talk, and while he did, twelve Sommeliers flew into the room with a glass of wine each, a third of the way full. These were sipping sizes. A thirteenth faerie flew into the room with a wide tray with a little bit of depth, a place to spit out the swallowed wine.

So my Dears and my Boy, welcome to my humble estate. My name is Travolis, and I am a wine maker. Please try some of my wares.

The three wines in front of the four gods were a Deep Dark Red that it was almost Black, an airy yellow, and a quite somber green that more resembled red than either yellow or blue, somehow. Once tasted. . . let us simply say that if you are an alcholic the taste of actual wine would drive you back into the sweet embrace of alchole; Dream Wine was similar to people who never dreamt. It was alluring, to close your eyes and live a new life even briefly. It was . . . quite addicting.

The Red, is our first vintage: Primal Fear. I'm afraid that it is a little much, it does take getting used to. The White is some Hope. Please Drink the Red first, it makes the white one taste much better. And the Cloudy wine is Material Desire. A particular favorite of mine.

AP 3

Create magical concept: DREAM.

Please do not assumes dreams are the same here in this LOC. People and gods may only dream If they ingest a Dream Wine produced by Travolis. If they do they would dream that particualr dream every night until they drink another wine.

AP 0

[Lady Tialait]

"You are so unchanging and perfect are you? Then allow me, in my diminished state to show you something." Taking what little strength he had recovered he moves upon T.E.R.A. half it shifting and changing to flesh. Where it was once desolate and dangerous now it is half made of flesh and blood, squirming and writhing as it's connection to the mineral rich T.E.R.A. Andrei dubs his new creation. "We give you Skaro the Flesh Fields. Your perfection is now scarred with our perfection."


(OOC: 2=3-1 Gather Land: Half of T.E.R.A. becomes Skaro)

[Emperor Demonking]

Simtheon, On Dwarven Mountain

The Simtheon ball finally found a spark that set it off, these 'Dwarves' weren't the only ones capable of doing so but they were the first one found, that small pool of black flew into the rock with great alacrity and fused into it; turning quite a lot of it into the same soul-sucking material the god himself was made from. Infused with divine spark the infected rock moulded itself into a fine, grand forbidding palace; although wide and tall it is also rather shallow meaning the trip from the front to the throne room, at the back, is very quick but not immediate. From the same material came Simtheon himself; already seated upon his throne. Simtheon smiled; he was happy, although not complete.


10 AP = 10 + 3 (rollover) - 3 (sanctum)

[Moonwolf727]

Primal terror sounded..... Less than ideal. Specifically because in a place with this much magical presence it was more than likely not just an exotic brand name. Certainly there were things she would rather try than the raw extracted essence of being scared speechless. "As nice as it is of you to provide us with free wine, I'm just a hint wary of something with a name like that."

"Any chance you could explain what you mean at all?" She says as she sips from Lilly, whom she had given a quick change by turning into a wine glass, and glances worriedly towards the red liquid on the table. It was inviting, but her sense of self-preservation said no, The part of that advocated enjoying all of lifes pleasures seemed was also strongly against intentionally drinking something like that.

[Darklady2831]

Psi'os, T.E.R.A. and/or Skaro

Psi'os observed the universe as it conflicted with itself, ideas and concepts arising and clashing. The Infinite Thought contemplated this, and observed as lesser beings were formed. Minor ideas with the capacity for contemplation, ingenuity, and enlightenment. Psi'os acknowledged these beings, and descended from it's Metaphysical perch upon the Psychic Pathweb. Slowing it's descent, Psi'os hovered above the land known as T.E.R.A. and/or Skaro. Taking the form of a cloud of incandescent gas, Psi'os began to gather particles and energy from the landmasses. Flesh was harvested, metabolized, and broken down into it's constituent parts while tiny flecks of metal were whipped up into clouds of dust. Fusing these components, Psi'os created the first Psylon. A cloud of glowing gas, not unlike Psi'os itself, the Psylon would envelope flesh and metabolize it, breaking it down into energy with which to sustain the magnetic field which held it's metal particles together.

Psi'os imbued this being with it's own essence, granting it thought and consciousness. The Psychic Pathweb connected to the fledgling mind, and the Psylon awoke. The sound of windchimes accompanied by movement within the Psylon's cloud form, as it began to form words. "My gratitude is yours, progenitor. From matter I have come, into consciousness. Though your grace I exist, so I thank you. What would you have me do to repay this debt?" the Psylon's thoughts began to shine within the Pathweb, easily the brightest among the lesser beings. Only the thoughts of the gods were stronger, as the Psylon were beings of energy and psychic power.

Psi'os contemplated for a moment, before exerting itself to create six more Psylons. Then it spoke into their consciousness. *I have created you for no purpose other than to think and do as you will. I thank you for your gratitude, and release your from debt. I give you two gifts. Think on your purpose and the reason for existence. Think on why and how you should act, and then record it. Shape the raw minerals into prisms, and imprint your contemplation upon them. Through this, you shall record your thoughts, and thus allow yourself to progress.* Psi'os extended it's own mind, connecting itself to it's creations for a moment before retreating. It left them knowledge. The ability to record and communicate without speaking, and the practice of thinking about the universe. The Psylons chimed in unison to thank their creator, and observed at Psi'os departed the material plane.

15 AP + 3 AP - 5 AP - 1 AP - 1 AP = 11 AP
5 AP - Create Legendary Life: Psylons - Psylons are clouds of small metallic particles held together by magneto-psychic fields. They generate the fields with energy gathered by breaking down living matter and absorbing it's physical, mental, and Qi energy. The Psylons are the most intelligent mortal beings in the cosmos, as their entire being is designed to think and contemplate. They are naturally Psionic, and have the ability to move objects with thought.
1 AP - Create Mundane Concept: Literacy - The ability to record knowledge and musings on Physical mediums, as well as the ability to interpret the information recorded upon those mediums. For the Psylon, this means imprinting thoughts on crystal formations, for most other beings, it means writing with ink upon papyrus or paper. This is an Open Concept.
1 AP - Create Mundane Concept: Philosophy - The study of general and fundamental problems, such as those connected with reality, existence, knowledge, values, reason, mind, and language. Philosophy is distinguished from other ways of addressing such problems by its critical, generally systematic approach and its reliance on rational argument. This is an Open Concept.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Alteros returned to his siblings, saying "I have now just created some creatures over in a different land. They have a warrior's spirit. I believe they are settling in just fine, so if you want to place your mortals nearby, feel free." Alteros turned to the land which he placed toe Dwarves and found a dark fortress there. "What is that? I feel a strange presence there."

[mystic1110]

Primal terror sounded..... Less than ideal. Specifically because in a place with this much magical presence it was more than likely not just an exotic brand name. Certainly there were things she would rather try than the raw extracted essence of being scared speechless. "As nice as it is of you to provide us with free wine, I'm just a hint wary of something with a name like that."

"Any chance you could explain what you mean at all?" She says as she sips from Lilly, whom she had given a quick change by turning into a wine glass, and glances worriedly towards the red liquid on the table. It was inviting, but her sense of self-preservation said no, The part of that advocated enjoying all of lifes pleasures seemed was also strongly against intentionally drinking something like that.

The golden god smiled at the goddess and took the red wine and sipped it, moved it around the inside of his mouth with his tounge and then spit it out on the silver tray the faerie provided. His lips, a little bit stained with fear, moved to form the words:

It is not a Name. It is exactly what I said it is. Have you ever been afraid? This is that feeling, distilled into dream. Have you ever closed your eyes? What do you see? Nothing my dear, because you do not dream. Dreams are the paintings and plays which we see when we see nothing - and they are built by feelings, one over another. Emotions piled up. Fear is essential - it gives the other emotions lines and sharpens their colors.

With that he lifted up the yellow wine and sipped that slowly too, spitting it out after a small while. He smiled.

Are you afraid of being afraid my Dear? I can replace your glass with another vintage. Tell me, what do you want to see when you close your eyes?

[Shmee]

"You are so unchanging and perfect are you? Then allow me, in my diminished state to show you something." Taking what little strength he had recovered he moves upon T.E.R.A. half it shifting and changing to flesh. Where it was once desolate and dangerous now it is half made of flesh and blood, squirming and writhing as it's connection to the mineral rich T.E.R.A. Andrei dubs his new creation. "We give you Skaro the Flesh Fields. Your perfection is now scarred with our perfection."


(OOC: 2=3-1 Gather Land: Half of T.E.R.A. becomes Skaro)

[Outraged Outburst: You... you... you... flesh-bag! You have just marred the perfect creation]

[Lament: Oh how this day will for all times remain in infamy!]

[Statement: There can be no perfection while the flesh still exists.]

[Open threat: Kill one flesh-bag, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of flesh-bags, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.]

[Declaration: File G Protocol initiated. I am a god!]

With that Sideras clasps its metallic hands together and focuses its divine will over the land which it had once considered perfect. How the flesh had ruined it! But no more!

All of a sudden on the edge of T.E.R.A. huge earthquakes begin to shake the entire land threatening to break it all apart and send it crumbling. But Sideras is the god of metal, fire and perfection! And its will does not allow for the land to break. The land begins to yeild its precious metals as an imposing building beings to rise out of the volcanoes.

This would be Sideras' greatest creation so far, a symbol to demonstrate the strength and progress that metal and fire could surpass anything that the creatures of flesh could do. As the colossal building stretches into the sky, it takes shape in the heat of Sideras' will, molding the metals until the building forms into a perfect dodecagonal shape, with twelve chimneys reaching out further into the sky. As the building stretches into the sky, it also digs deep into the land of T.E.R.A. giving it access to the land's precious ores.

This building would be were the greatest works of metal would be forged. The grandest of forges!

Although the act had taken a lot of power from Sideras it did not feel fatigue. It could not feel fatigue

[Command: Begin activation sequence!]

All of a sudden the colossal forge beings to buzz to life, as the sound of countless roaring of fire and metal clanging against metal can be heard from within.

[Confirmation: The Source of Unlimited Neolatry Installation is now online! Power capacity: 100%]

As the sentient factory roars itself to life, huge flames erupt from the chimneys, sending the fire into space itself as the intensity of the flames sends a bright light across all worlds, thus creating the first day.

Sideras turns to Andrei and says

[Smug Statement: Behold the S.U.N. Installation! Were productivity and innovation will ensure that we will first eradicate all flesh from T.E.R.A. and then from existence.]

[Declaration: The flesh-bags shall learn to fear those of metal! The S.U.N. Installation shall be a portent of our strength for all flesh-bags of all worlds!]

[Statement: And as for you: Let us see whose creations shall have T.E.R.A. in the end. The battle-line for this world has been drawn, and those of metal have made the first move.]

Even as Sideras speaks, T.E.R.A. begins to move, orbiting around the other planets of the Material Plane as the flames from the The Source of Unlimited Neolatry Installation baths it with its light and heat.



AP8= 13-5, Forge Monument: The S.U.N. Installation

A sentient forge of colossal proportions that powers itself through its Creator's divine will, it serves as a factory to constantly create new forms of Artificial lives, weapons and all other sort of items of all kinds of metals imaginable (and some unimaginable). As this forge was created by the Blacksmith god, all items created are perfect and its quality is unrivaled by anything but perhaps the gods themselves. Flesh-bags cannot approach near the S.U.N. Installation otherwise their flesh will melt off their bones. Only those of metals can man this installation.

Mechanics wise... +2d6 on Defence for Sideras

Also:

AP7= 8-1 Bless T.E.R.A. into orbit
AP6= 7-1 Curse Skaro to orbit with T.E.R.A. as well.
AP3= 6-3: Gain Domain: Sun (Brilliance Portfolio)

Sideras is now a Lesser deity!

[Moonwolf727]

The goddess of indulgence and flora smiled at those words from the ebony-skinned god seated at the very same table as she. Her reply came swiftly and she stuttered only in a few places, one of the benefits of having regained consciousness recently enough to not be completely duped by her own senses yet. "I know for a fact that I'll never enjoy being scared. Even in hindsight."

"Thank you for the offer but I'd rather not trouble you anymore. I have my own drink, it'd be rude to ask for yours."

[mystic1110]

"My Dear, if you fear fear itself, there are other flavors to try. Please, I insist"

With that the procession of Faeries returned and this time they brought out three more glasses, filled only a third of the way. This time they brought a Bright Red the color of Fire, a Gold the color of Travolis' eyes, and a Blue that seemed more vapor than liquid.

"The Red is delightful Passion, Lust and Mania, the Dreams of Sex; the Gold is Heroism, the Dreams of Valor; and the blue is innocence, woolgathering and dreams of nothing but dream."

No one ever said dreams were addicting but no one ever said they were not, dreams can become more than just dreams. They can become everything to you; and you are the only one who matters.

[Moonwolf727]

"I can experience those all without taking from you, the genuine-edition might be harder to acquire but it is almost certainly purer and imposes less on your hospitality."

Travolis was certainly insistant, at least he admitted it, about her taking a drink, it was slightly unnerving, he was almost desperate to be a good host. Heck, he was desperate, at least in her eyes. Were would this go, she wondered.

"I'm happy to just have my own liquor, thank you."

[Queen Sapes]

The Vineyard of Dream

Marillos followed the other gods without hesitation, interested in the wine which the other god was offering. Olare, on the other hand, was hesitant in following, suspicious of the god, but for reasons that she just couldn't place. Maybe it was this place, a beautiful world that was woo dim and dark for its own good. Regardless, Olare followed if only to remain with her brother. They took their seats, listening to the exchange between the other goddess and their host, before Travolis brought out more flavors to sample.

Olare was the first of the siblings to speak up, "If it's all the same with you, I'd rather avoid the wines," she said, studying the fluids before her. "It's as she said," motioning to the other goddess, "I can experience emotions without having to taste them raw."

"I, on the other hand, will try some heroism. And you never did answer my question out there, what are these creatures you have in your employment?" Marillos said curiously as he sampled the heroism before spitting it into the dish.

[Tichrondrius]

Kalros the Hunter

A mighty roar pierced the void shattering the silence in the area around him as a mighty BEAR sprang into life from nothingness. Larger than any bear to exist in any reality this bear clawed his way into the mortal realm and touched down on some lovely grass. He wasn't sure where he had come from or where he was but his very first thought was simple: FOOD. It was a simple thought, a thought that was echoed by all creatures, such a simple little thing that binds all mortals.

"Food!" He roared, his voice odd to him. Should he have a more bipedal shape? Was he man or beast? "NO!" He bellowed, "I am a God!" His mighty roar rang out among the foliage around him and he stomped his leg in fury. The universe heard his cry and created mighty hunters both pack and solitary; the monstrous creatures formed around him and from him, both a part of him and new life.

"Hunt..." He muttered as if hearing it for the first time. But he liked it.

"Hunt and find delicious flavors- hunt and fill your bellies- hunt and be at one with the universe. No matter where you are, no matter who you are, no matter what you are- hunger binds us, makes us one with one another!"

Start with 20 AP

Create Monstrous Life (Bear): Bears in this universe are derived from Kalros himself and are mighty solitary predators. They are twice as large as a full grown hufolk, brown, clawed, with very shape teeth and love to hunt but otherwise act as normal bears.

Create Monstrous Life (Wolf): Wolfs are also derived from Kalros himself, but as more of a team player. They are still very large (only a little larger than a full grown hufolk), grey, and hunt in packs very effectively. They tend to act much like normal wolfs except for the joy of hunting.

Gather Land: The land around the area where Kalros touched down is now a beautiful and majestic forest.

Gain Ability (One with the Wild)

Cosmic Decree (Live to Eat, Eat to Live): From now on every single race is bound by one thing: Hunger. Every mortal and created race now gets hungry and must hunt and eat to survive, or at least just eat. Whatever they may eat (souls, flesh, fruits) they have to eat something to sustain themselves.

20 - 3 + 3 - 5 - 5 = 10 AP

[Fates]

Rilkus, The Void- an overwhelming experience

From the void emerged yet another deity. It was formless, at the start, but its senses were all aflame with the creative energies flowing all about, joyous and terrible. As it beheld all of creation, it was positively overwhelmed. How fortunate, to be blessed with this existence, and how wonderful and confusing this place. The god sighed, and shifted into the form of a young girl, with soft almond skin and a gleeful blue shine to her eyes- but behind that naïve youthful light lay the kindly, knowing fog of one far older. She turned this gaze first upon the Yddigrig, and then grew fearful, shifting into a pale, cowering boy, for they were alien and unknowable. But then, his horrified gaze turned to the fairies, and his heart was warmed, for they were beautiful and fantastic. Standing upright, his form changed again to a headstrong youth as he observed the orcs, in all their reverence and grandeur, and upon the other gods he glanced briefly, nodding in acknowledgement.

Laughing, the god changed into a freckled young man of median age, a mop of straw-coloured hair adorning his crown. He was having some difficulty controlling all these new emotions....

And then he looked upon the world, and became a little old woman, all covered in rags and furs- warm, grey, and worn. All these beings he had beheld- gods, orcs, fairies, Psi'os, Arekin, Yddigrig, and even gods- were magnificent...but lacking. Strange as it sounded, they were lacking in their perfection, and what they lacked was character. And the humans, and the dwarves- the peoples of the earth, they were full of it. And so these races, who were weak, mortal, and free of strange powers, were in her eyes the greatest of all the gods' crafts. It was then that this new god knew- it was with these mortals that she wished to concern herself. They would live, happily and prosperously, to forge their own path, rather than to be pawns for their creators- and they would live knowing that Rilkus was their protector.


AP: 18= 20+3 (rollover) -5 Add Ability (Mortal Shephard)


The Void- A Discussion of Interests

As Rilkus wandered the void, she noticed Felandria, who birthed the humans, the first of the mortal races, was doing the same. Taking the form of a heavy-set middle-aged human man, shaven-headed in a green tunic, he approached her with open arms. (So as not to confuse the other gods, Rilkus decided to maintain this form for a long while.)

My dear Felandria, I simply cannot tell you how honoured I am to be in your presence. I am Rilkus, and I must say, the humans are true marvels. Tell me; what are your plans for them? I should say, I hope you do not intend to keep them to yourself.

[Plerumque]

Arei looked down to the planet she had created, and saw the Arekin, banding together in primitive tribes, hunting wildlife and the great creatures the hunter had introduced. But it was not right. She concentrated for a moment and felt something click into place. The Arekin were smart enough to begin forming societies and kingdoms for themselves, but sometimes it needed a little divine help. She watched with pleasure as great kingdoms formed out of nothing but the Arekin's will and a little magic. It was a sight to behold.

Form Society (free with Mortal Shepherd ability): Organize the Arekin into large groups roughly following the feudal system.

[Fates]

The Void- A Discussion of Interests

With a wave of his hand, Rilkus dismisses the question for the time being, as the hunter's new decree reverberates through creation. Confound it all- what does that fool think he's doing? Here- as my first gift to the humans and dwarves, I present them with a safe and renewable means of obtaining sustenance.


AP: 17= 18- 1 Create Mundane Concept: Agriculture

[Felandria]

Rilkus, The Void- an overwhelming experience

From the void emerged yet another deity. It was formless, at the start, but its senses were all aflame with the creative energies flowing all about, joyous and terrible. As it beheld all of creation, it was positively overwhelmed. How fortunate, to be blessed with this existence, and how wonderful and confusing this place. The god sighed, and shifted into the form of a young girl, with soft almond skin and a gleeful blue shine to her eyes- but behind that naïve youthful light lay the kindly, knowing fog of one far older. She turned this gaze first upon the Yddigrig, and then grew fearful, shifting into a pale, cowering boy, for they were alien and unknowable. But then, his horrified gaze turned to the fairies, and his heart was warmed, for they were beautiful and fantastic. Standing upright, his form changed again to a headstrong youth as he observed the orcs, in all their reverence and grandeur, and upon the other gods he glanced briefly, nodding in acknowledgement.

Laughing, the god changed into a freckled young man of median age, a mop of straw-coloured hair adorning his crown. He was having some difficulty controlling all these new emotions....

And then he looked upon the world, and became a little old woman, all covered in rags and furs- warm, grey, and worn. All these beings he had beheld- gods, orcs, fairies, Psi'os, Arekin, Yddigrig, and even gods- were magnificent...but lacking. Strange as it sounded, they were lacking in their perfection, and what they lacked was character. And the humans, and the dwarves- the peoples of the earth, they were full of it. And so these races, who were weak, mortal, and free of strange powers, were in her eyes the greatest of all the gods' crafts. It was then that this new god knew- it was with these mortals that she wished to concern herself. They would live, happily and prosperously, to forge their own path, rather than to be pawns for their creators- and they would live knowing that Rilkus was their protector.


AP: 18= 20+3 (rollover) -5 Add Ability (Mortal Shephard)


The Void- A Discussion of Interests

As Rilkus wandered the void, she noticed Felandria, who birthed the humans, the first of the mortal races, was doing the same. Taking the form of a heavy-set middle-aged human man, shaven-headed in a green tunic, he approached her with open arms. (So as not to confuse the other gods, Rilkus decided to maintain this form for a long while.)

My dear Felandria, I simply cannot tell you how honoured I am to be in your presence. I am Rilkus, and I must say, the humans are true marvels. Tell me; what are your plans for them? I should say, I hope you do not intend to keep them to yourself.

Thank you, Rilkus, nice to meet you.

Well, I didn't really have plans for them, they're free to do whatever they want, I don't want to hinder them or force them to do my bidding, all that matters is that they're happy and safe.

She walks over to a dwelling where a man is staring with rapt attention at the deities conversing, she crouches down to speak with him.

Hello, please, don't be like that.

I would never hurt any of you, you know that.

And no need for formalities, call me Felandria.


She smiles warmly.

What is your name?

The man relaxes as she smiles, he worried about the one in the green tunic but being so close to Felandria calmed his nerves.

Jacob.

Excellent, Jacob.

Now don't be alarmed, I'm going to pick you up for a moment.

She gently grabs Jacob and brings him over to Rilkus.

Now, would you kindly tell my new friend here about this place?

Well, sir, this planet is called Olympus.

Godde.....Felandria created it and all of us, she loves us and we love her.

She makes us safe, nobody ever hurts us because she won't let them.

We can do whatever we want, all she asks is that we keep her in our hearts like she does us.

Sometimes we play games, sometimes we gather together and we talk, we tell her about our lives, she always listens to us, I guess we fascinate her or something.

Thank you, Jacob.

She kisses him on top of his head and gently sets him on the ground.

Be happy.

I love you.

Jacob bows and goes back to his dwelling.

See?

I could watch them all day, sometimes I do.

Now, you mentioned something about "keeping them to myself"

What do you mean by that?

[Emperor Demonking]

Simtheon, The Land of the Dwarves

Simtheon, unaware of what Alteros was saying, stood up off his throne with the door of his fortress still locked and looked around his throne room. Something looked off, completely uniquely there was a rippling black curtain. Simtheon slowly walked up to it and lightly touched it. It reacted immediately It stole some divine energy and became the Curtain of Simtheon. There is nothing to distinguish the Curtain of Simtheon as a relic but it allowed the user to create portals anywhere to where the curtain is hung (the portals are two-way); it also gives the user the power to destroy those portals.

The Land of the Humans

A large - around eight foot tool and six foot wide - arch appeared near the outskirts of a human settlement. If a human, or any other creature, were to go through it then they would find themselves in Simtheon's Sanctum.

Simtheon, The Land Of the Dwarves

Simtheon, before returning to the throne, went to the door of his sanctum and opened it wide. Without the mind to look outside, he yelled, "Come in. Come in. Do not be shy, I shan't bite."

He then immediately turned round, opened and shut the door to his throne room, and sat upon his throne. He was ready for visitors as long as they didn't desire food, drink of any other comforts.


6 AP = 10 - 4 (Relic: The Curtain of Simtheon

The Curtain of Simtheon can create, permanent, doorways to anywhere that the user could go if he wished. It can also destroy these doors, however these doors are not subtle affairs.

The doorways are two-way doors that all creatures can enter into. Since the curtain works as an entrance/exit for all portal doorways created by the relic a mortal entering the curtain will come out doorway most in their mind for most users that will be home, but if they know another doorway elsewhere then they can focus on that to get there.

[Deadlykire]

Erebus watched all the worlds being created. There were so many. He didn't have enough followers. That is when he heard them approach. His followers came to him. They were beginning to wane and were on the verge of death. He could see the fear in their eyes.

Erebus took one up and gently placed him on his table. His form changed, he looked like his aspect of life. He looked over the creature. "You're hungry. You must eat to survive now. I am sorry, another seems to will your death. Go, gather your fellows. I will find this other god and speak with him.

Erebus stalked out of his sanctum. He soon found the hunter and confronted him. "What have you done! My orcs are becoming sick because of your foolishness. You demand they hunt and eat, yet you provide nothing for them to feast on. That is... unless you wish them to begin hunting down your bears and wolves. I wish to know what you plan on doing to fix this?

[AvianMalkavian]

[The Secondary Antimaterial]

From the shadows made by the starlight flowed a woman, grey-skinned and beautiful, cloaked in purple and black. And part of her remained behind, for her sister was most important to her... But another part, well, that went to see the other shadeborn, the one with flesh like night.

"Greetings to you, cousin...", she murmured softly as she stepped from the shadows behind the androgyne, reaching out to lay a hand on their shoulder, trailing her fingers across it as she walked, until she was in front of Tsothoth, should the other divinity allow. "Such an interesting form. And most pleasing, as well. You are quite good at making things of Beauty. Might I propose a partnership, perhaps, to form even lovelier works?

But, then again, I am forgetting my manners; my name is Savorla. Might I know yours?"

For the longest time, Tsothoth and its children were alone in the void, and they were content with this. But there were others, creatures of power that rivaled that of the Lord of the Unknowable, and their machinations did not go unnoticed. And then it was beset upon by one of these others.

It did not recoil at the divine being's touch across its flesh, coated with a thin layer of effluvial slime, but its distaste was felt as easily as though it had been a stiff breeze. The pale thing spoke of beauty, and yet it was the very antithesis of Tsothoth and the exalted creatures that it had created.

And then its attention was divided as the Yddigrig cried out again. They had absolute power, but now they hungered. Another of the alien gods imposed its laws upon all of Creation and had cursed Tsothoth's children with this demanding malediction.

All of the mouths opened and spoke in tongues that had been, were, and would be, "You will know my name in your nightmares, in the cries of your flawed creations as they choke upon their hopeless tears. This universe is a yawning chasm, filled with emptiness and the puerile meanderings of sentience."

It vanished from the pale god's presence, taking its children with it as it sought out life upon which its Yddigrig might feed.

[Darklady2831]

Psi'os, the Void

Psi'os retreated from T.E.R.A. moments before the S.U.N. installation built itself upon the tiny planetoid. As it ascended to the void above, it felt it's siblings, Cera and Savorla. Contemplating this, Psi'os called out to them, beckoning for them to join it in a union of power, so that they would all benefit.

11 AP - 2 AP = 9 AP
Gather Pantheon: The Starlit Shadows of the Mind - Family Pantheon for Savorla, Cera, and Psi'os.

The Psylons, T.E.R.A., the S.U.N. Installation

The Psylons gathered together, observing the newly formed forges and buildings around them. They felt hunger, and communed for a moment. The sound of chimes echoed through the corridors and pathways of the S.U.N. installation as the seven Psylons convened. The sound stopped, and the clouds of metal and energy began to float higher, evading the flames of the forges and heading to the Flesh Fields of Skaro nearby. They would sate their new found appetite on the organic matter found there, and then convene once more to decide a course of action.

[Fates]

Thank you, Rilkus, nice to meet you.

Well, I didn't really have plans for them, they're free to do whatever they want, I don't want to hinder them or force them to do my bidding, all that matters is that they're happy and safe.

She walks over to a dwelling where a man is staring with rapt attention at the deities conversing, she crouches down to speak with him.

Hello, please, don't be like that.

I would never hurt any of you, you know that.

And no need for formalities, call me Felandria.


She smiles warmly.

What is your name?

The man relaxes as she smiles, he worried about the one in the green tunic but being so close to Felandria calmed his nerves.

Jacob.

Excellent, Jacob.

Now don't be alarmed, I'm going to pick you up for a moment.

She gently grabs Jacob and brings him over to Rilkus.

Now, would you kindly tell my new friend here about this place?

Well, sir, this planet is called Olympus.

Godde.....Felandria created it and all of us, she loves us and we love her.

She makes us safe, nobody ever hurts us because she won't let them.

We can do whatever we want, all she asks is that we keep her in our hearts like she does us.

Sometimes we play games, sometimes we gather together and we talk, we tell her about our lives, she always listens to us, I guess we fascinate her or something.

Thank you, Jacob.

She kisses him on top of his head and gently sets him on the ground.

Be happy.

I love you.

Jacob bows and goes back to his dwelling.

See?

I could watch them all day, sometimes I do.

Now, you mentioned something about "keeping them to myself"

What do you mean by that?


And, if you could spoiler my quote in your post, I'd very much appreciate it.

Rilkus and Felandria, the Void

Rilkus clears his throat. Hmm...hello, Jacob; I am Rilkus, and I, too am a friend.

Now, as I was saying- I only hope that you to not intend to make the humans into your pawns or playthings, as many of our brethren seem wont to do. I personally take great interest in them, and all the other multitudes of mortal races- the dwarves in particular, but perhaps humans most of all. I mean, the rest are all interesting enough, and I would as soon come to their defence as to that of any other race, but they are capable enough as is, and their wants and ways are too alike to their creators- I feel they lack a certain freedom of will that the- pardon me, both of you- weaker races possess. I fear also that the stronger, magical beings may prey upon the others. Of course, I may be totally wrong about all this- I've not had proper time to survey them. Drawing in a deep breath, Rilkus laughs.

Please, forgive me my loquaciousness- I forget myself. What I meant was- I intend to offer my full support and protection to all mortal species- so as to ensure that they are not abused by their creators or the enemies of their creators. I do not care to be worshiped, or even acknowledged by the humans or any other mortals- I want only to act in their benefit, to forge a better life for all mortal races by providing them with new ideas, new technologies, and the tools needed so that they are no longer reliant on the gods to prosper. And I believe that you are much the same as I, and that we may in time become comrades or friends.

I apologize, again. I have not allowed you to speak. What do you think of all this?

[MichaelGoldclaw]

The dwarves were fast to build a settlement. The Cold was bitter, so they built their simple homes and carved into the mountain for minerals and more area to build on. They set up a simple, but effective government and they it worked for them.


Mandalorian Dwarf Culture

Dwarves are not warmongers, but they have a war-like nature. They do and labor on purpose to make them stronger. Instead of using advanced tech to mine or smith, they use simple tools that require a lot of work. They are only interested in technology that helps them fight or become stronger. When someone is struggling, they will let him figure a way out unless something serious is about to happen, in that moment, they step in.

Their ruling leader is determined by whoever is the strongest military leader, however, they have checks and balances in place to prevent tyranny.

Their architecture is meant with defense in thought. Stairs, slopes, and choke points are scattered throughout their cities, which are either the traditional Dwarven city or a Norse like city.

Gender means little to Dwarves, so they are mostly bisexual. In war time, adoption is common, because a couple might have died fighting. It is not unheard of for Dwarves to take in being from other races.

[Felandria]

And, if you could spoiler my quote in your post, I'd very much appreciate it.

Rilkus and Felandria, the Void

Rilkus clears his throat. Hmm...hello, Jacob; I am Rilkus, and I, too am a friend.

Now, as I was saying- I only hope that you to not intend to make the humans into your pawns or playthings, as many of our brethren seem wont to do. I personally take great interest in them, and all the other multitudes of mortal races- the dwarves in particular, but perhaps humans most of all. I mean, the rest are all interesting enough, and I would as soon come to their defence as to that of any other race, but they are capable enough as is, and their wants and ways are too alike to their creators- I feel they lack a certain freedom of will that the- pardon me, both of you- weaker races possess. I fear also that the stronger, magical beings may prey upon the others. Of course, I may be totally wrong about all this- I've not had proper time to survey them. Drawing in a deep breath, Rilkus laughs.

Please, forgive me my loquaciousness- I forget myself. What I meant was- I intend to offer my full support and protection to all mortal species- so as to ensure that they are not abused by their creators or the enemies of their creators. I do not care to be worshiped, or even acknowledged by the humans or any other mortals- I want only to act in their benefit, to forge a better life for all mortal races by providing them with new ideas, new technologies, and the tools needed so that they are no longer reliant on the gods to prosper. And I believe that you are much the same as I, and that we may in time become comrades or friends.

I apologize, again. I have not allowed you to speak. What do you think of all this?

Well, I would never use them as toys or anything like that.

I mean, unless they wanted me too, there was that one time....

Never mind.

Look, I am a creature of love, it fuels me, it gives me my power, these people love me and I love them with all my heart.

You say you don't want them to be reliant on us, and I can appreciate that, but some of us rely on them relying on us.

That being said, if you wish to make their lives better and give them these things, you have my support, as long as you give me your word you won't allow them to be hurt in any way.

It would allow me to travel and spread my love elsewhere.

Imagine it, every single creature in existence, living in peace and harmony, happy, content and loved.

And if I can accomplish that, they will all love me, and I will love them, and that love will grant me the power to make certain that nothing bad will ever happen to them.

[Fates]

Well, I would never use them as toys or anything like that.

I mean, unless they wanted me too, there was that one time....

Never mind.

Look, I am a creature of love, it fuels me, it gives me my power, these people love me and I love them with all my heart.

You say you don't want them to be reliant on us, and I can appreciate that, but some of us rely on them relying on us.

That being said, if you wish to make their lives better and give them these things, you have my support, as long as you give me your word you won't allow them to be hurt in any way.

It would allow me to travel and spread my love elsewhere.

Imagine it, every single creature in existence, living in peace and harmony, happy, content and loved.

And if I can accomplish that, they will all love me, and I will love them, and that love will grant me the power to make certain that nothing bad will ever happen to them.

Rilkus and Felandria, the Void

Rilkus puts a hand on the Love Goddess' shoulder, grinning understandingly. I will promise you that, my lady, and I understand your need for mutual compassion. I only mean for the mortal races to be self-sufficient so as not to require our aid in most matters. Worship and benefaction are both welcome, of course. He removes his hand, and gives a small smile to Jacob before turning again to Felandria. This was a very fruitful discussion- I hope that we may speak again soon. He gives Felandria a quick kiss on the forehead before stepping backward and fading into the void.

[Lady Tialait]

Andrei watches the S.U.N. Installation and smiles, "A challenge? Very well." Sanguine and Melancholic move forward, "Father! Allow me to embrace this challenge for you!" Sanguine's wet voice slopping forward. Melancholic shrugs, "I'll do something, I guess."

The pair reach down to Skaro forming the flesh fields into a plethora of monstrous forms. Creatures with legs attached to the side of their bodies that act as their heads. The slump around the flesh fields chomping whatever they can. Creatures that are simply floating heads biting and eating at anything that moves near them. Creatures that burrow into the flesh fields and snap at anything that comes near. The clumps of flesh make hundreds of forms some that instantly die, and some that live to hunt and eat or be eaten. The flesh fields move with mindless hungry creatures.

Spending the 8 AP from Sanguine and Melancholic to create as much life as possible, simple life forms some of which die. This will serve as a malleable plot device.

[Shmee]

Sideras & Andrei

The god of metal watches as the creatures of flesh pollute the land it had created.

[Mocking statement: Very well then. If your creatures of flesh can so much as touch the walls of the S.U.N. Installation, then I shall concede to your 'superiority'.]

[Statement: I guarantee you, they shall not...]


Dwarflands

It is nothing more than a usual day for the Dwarves. Their hammers ringing against metals as they crafted their wares, however the normality of their day is suddenly disrupted when a voice is heard

[Shocked Statement: How utterly rustic... and quite insulting too! Flesh-bags molding metal?]

A tall and smooth metallic creature, its body created by the purest types of metals the likes the Dwarves had never seen before strides confidently into their city, ignoring any attempts to stop it. It will go straight to the first forge it sees and inspect the weapons or crafts that are being created

[Observation: Absolutely amateurish! I suppose I should expect such sloppy work from a flesh-bag!]

The A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit holding on to the weapon causes it to melt, before reforging it into a weapon of superior quality, unseen in this world before. Having finished, the A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit casually throws it to the Dwarven smith to catch. The Dwarf could keep it.

Turning to the Dwarf, the A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit continues

[Query: Who taught you flesh-bags how to smith?]

[MichaelGoldclaw]

The dwarf's first reaction was to grab a blade, but the metal creature didn't seem like it was going to do harm. He grabbed the new weapon, intrigued by it's qualities. "Dat be our god, Alteros. 'e be da one who gave us metallurgy."

[Shmee]

A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit, Dwarflands

[Query: Your... god?]

[Clarification: Ah! You mean your creator!]

[Statement: If your creator meant to insult my Creator, then he has done an excellent job!]

[Musing: So weak is the flesh that they need to resort to using metal! Ha!]

[Statement: But if you are to insult my Creator you may as well do a better job at it.]

[Query: How would you flesh-bags like to be taught the superiority of metal?]

[mystic1110]

The Vineyard of Dream

Marillos followed the other gods without hesitation, interested in the wine which the other god was offering. Olare, on the other hand, was hesitant in following, suspicious of the god, but for reasons that she just couldn't place. Maybe it was this place, a beautiful world that was woo dim and dark for its own good. Regardless, Olare followed if only to remain with her brother. They took their seats, listening to the exchange between the other goddess and their host, before Travolis brought out more flavors to sample.

Olare was the first of the siblings to speak up, "If it's all the same with you, I'd rather avoid the wines," she said, studying the fluids before her. "It's as she said," motioning to the other goddess, "I can experience emotions without having to taste them raw."

"I, on the other hand, will try some heroism. And you never did answer my question out there, what are these creatures you have in your employment?" Marillos said curiously as he sampled the heroism before spitting it into the dish.

How did heroism taste like? Like wine. Marillos would only taste the grape, a hint of vanilla, some cherry perhaps, maybe marvel at its quality, but it was just wine. To him. So far, of course. Till now no one else had dreamed. Till Marillos would close his eyes he would think that it was merely wine. Ah! But when he does finally slumber? Instead of the black respite which would great anyone else, tales of grand adventure and heroic deeds would be woven into his imagination. He would see the brightest heroes vanquish the greatest villans. He would see quests and deeds that till now no one would have even thought of. And he would praise them all, and then he would wake. Dreams were not adictive per se, but they were pretty alluring.

Travolis smiled at the boy and then looked back at the other gods I would answer your question my dear boy, but only after these two answer one of mine first. If you have not come here to sample my products, then why are you here at all?

[Moonwolf727]

How did heroism taste like? Like wine. Marillos would only taste the grape, a hint of vanilla, some cherry perhaps, maybe marvel at its quality, but it was just wine. To him. So far, of course. Till now no one else had dreamed. Till Marillos would close his eyes he would think that it was merely wine. Ah! But when he does finally slumber? Instead of the black respite which would great anyone else, tales of grand adventure and heroic deeds would be woven into his imagination. He would see the brightest heroes vanquish the greatest villans. He would see quests and deeds that till now no one would have even thought of. And he would praise them all, and then he would wake. Dreams were not adictive per se, but they were pretty alluring.

Travolis smiled at the boy and then looked back at the other gods I would answer your question my dear boy, but only after these two answer one of mine first. If you have not come here to sample my products, then why are you here at all?

That... was an interesting question actually. Not that she cared to take it seriously. She'd arrived here on a whim after all, there wasn't much point to it and she certainly hadn't expected to encounter him here, though why she hadn't expected it was still a mystery to her. "Because I was bored and you were kind enough to invite me".

[Sgt. Cookie]

((OOC: Crap, this had started? Sorry, didn't realise.))

The origin of the Shadow Lord is a hotly debated topic. Some say that his birth was the time the other gods learned of him and his land, while others say that his birth occurred a time before, when all was darkness and that his introduction occurred because he learned of the other gods and their creations. Truth be told, no one really knows. - Excerpt from "The Origin of Gods", author unknown.

From nowhere a man appears. He is wearing a dark hood, so you cannot see what he looks like, but you can tell it is a beautiful face. "My my my. What a curious thing you have all made. But where are my manners, I am Losis, Lord of Shadow. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

20+3 (Rollover)
Weave Plane: The Shadow Lands
Gain Ability: One with Shadow
Gain Ability: Divine Beauty

[Queen Sapes]

"Our purpose in coming here is only a bit more complicated than that," Olare says following Bianca's answer. "We simply followed her here. She left the prime material before we got a chance to speak with her, so we came here to meet, and found you."

[mystic1110]

Travolis pressed his lips, and then stood up from his chair. Faeries appeared to take away the glasses of wine, and before the other gods knew it the room was clean and empty. Travolis motioned for the other gods to stand up, and when they did, faeries took away the chairs as well.

Well if you are not here to purchase anything, then their is no reason for you to stay - please allow me to show you the door. In the future if you wish to buy any of my products, you would be welcome.

Travolis paused breifly, and then smiled, said

Young Man, after you expirence your first dream do come back. I'll answer your questions then - although they are not terribly exciting. These he states as a Faerie appears are my Sommeliers. they help me with tending the vines and making the wine.

[Space Lawyer]

Seyn
Near the top of the Void
Apparently some time after taking a long nap

Seyn had diverted her attention from reality for but a moment, but it seemed that in that moment the others had been very busy. "Wheidel, fly with me! There are so many intersting things to see down there now!"
As she descends, a mighty wind blows, her consciousness splitting off in to two separate parts.

Seyn, the Wind
Human lands

With a great flapping of wings, in the midst of a mighty gust, Seyn lands in the middle of a human settlement. After the populace recovers from their sudden and massive shock, they venture forth. A man approaches the Goddess of Wings.

"W-who are you?"

"I am Seyn. I am the wind, and I am change. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that I am a divinity."

"To be honest, ma'am, we had kind of figured that last bit out for ourselves, on account of the showy entrance and the wings. You don't look quite like any of either. Is there something you want? We don't have much, but for one such as yourself, we'll do what we can."

"I want to know about you first, then I want to help you. In getting here, I saw a hundred or more villages just like this one. It is all so boring and uniform. I am here to change all that, starting with this village."

Seyn, the Disruptive
Dwarf lands

Seyn comes to her brother Alteros. "I see your people have begun to prosper mightily. They seem so dreary though, banging on metal all day, thinking their rigid thoughts."

[Queen Sapes]

"Very well, as you wish," Olare says, walking over to one of the walls of the building. "Come brother, let's leave Travolis to his work."

"Of course, sister. Thank you very much for the wine and hospitality, Travolis. I'll be sure to return one day," Marillos says moving to stand by his sister. "Oh! I almost forgot, it would be rude of us to never offer our names. I am Marillos-"

"-And I'm Olare. We are the Infinity Twins. The Hybrid Face-"

"-Of Time and Space." And with a wave of their hands the duo tear a hole in reality and step into the swirling vortex, on a destination for a world that seems rather familiar to them, yet one they've never been to. "Goodbye!" Marillos shouts over his shoulder as he walks into the tunnel, the tear sealing behind him as if it was never there at all.

[Lady Tialait]

Andrei, The Bottom of the Void

Andrei scoffs at Sideras, "A formidable challenge, and a worthy step toward perfection." he grabs Sanguine and throws it at the S.U.N. Installation where he plops wetly upon the side. "We win."

[Shmee]

Sideras, In left corner of the Void

[Mocking statement: Congratulations! I concede that you have proven your superiority in circumventing the entire point of the challenge.]

[Clarification: The challenge was issued to your creatures of flesh. That... meaty thing you utilized as a projectile is in fact a part of you, making your 'victory' null and void.]

[Musing: Perhaps you would attempt the same tactic but this time not cheating like you flesh-bags always have to do because you secrectly acknowledge the weakness of your flesh in comparison to the superiority of metal, oh how I hate you.]

[Lady Tialait]

Andrei, the right corner of the void

Andrei shrugs, "We simply thought outside of your lousy box. You are not capable of thinking your way around your problems and moving down the path of perfection. We are perfect, you are simply a pale reflection of the goal. So close, and so far away."

[MichaelGoldclaw]

A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit, Dwarflands

[Query: Your... god?]

[Clarification: Ah! You mean your creator!]

[Statement: If your creator meant to insult my Creator, then he has done an excellent job!]

[Musing: So weak is the flesh that they need to resort to using metal! Ha!]

[Statement: But if you are to insult my Creator you may as well do a better job at it.]

[Query: How would you flesh-bags like to be taught the superiority of metal?]

The dwarf looked at A.V.A.T.A.R., curious. He didn't know what to make of him, but he thought of metal as superior to blood. That was strange to them. "Superiority?, sure, I'd like ta see what ye can do."


Seyn
Near the top of the Void
Apparently some time after taking a long nap

Seyn had diverted her attention from reality for but a moment, but it seemed that in that moment the others had been very busy. "Wheidel, fly with me! There are so many intersting things to see down there now!"
As she descends, a mighty wind blows, her consciousness splitting off in to two separate parts.

Seyn, the Wind
Human lands

With a great flapping of wings, in the midst of a mighty gust, Seyn lands in the middle of a human settlement. After the populace recovers from their sudden and massive shock, they venture forth. A man approaches the Goddess of Wings.

"W-who are you?"

"I am Seyn. I am the wind, and I am change. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that I am a divinity."

"To be honest, ma'am, we had kind of figured that last bit out for ourselves, on account of the showy entrance and the wings. You don't look quite like any of either. Is there something you want? We don't have much, but for one such as yourself, we'll do what we can."

"I want to know about you first, then I want to help you. In getting here, I saw a hundred or more villages just like this one. It is all so boring and uniform. I am here to change all that, starting with this village."

Seyn, the Disruptive
Dwarf lands

Seyn comes to her brother Alteros. "I see your people have begun to prosper mightily. They seem so dreary though, banging on metal all day, thinking their rigid thoughts."

Alteros smiled "Deary now, but a feast is happening soon because someone they had a great hunt. Not to mention they want to do what they do."

[Grim ranger]

"For such an energic god, he can sometimes be very lazy.
But we like him all the same, at least when he is not being a brat."
- Air Elemental popular opinion on Whidel

Whidel
Near the top of the Void

Having somehow spent good part of beginning of ages just floating around and testing some minor tricks he can do with his windy powers, Whidel snickers somewhat. "Why of course, sister! Let's go and see what our brethren have been up to!" he replies cheerfully, momentarily flickering and turning into wind that split into three strands, each forming into body of it's own, all identical to the original. Two of the bodies follow his sister's forms while the remaining one chuckles to himself, beginning to wander the cosmos. It is time for him to have some fun!

Seyn & Whidel
Human lands

Appearing next to his sister in pop of displaced air, Whidel grins at the human cheerfully, sending small cyclone forth to swish him off his feet and laughing merrily as the human tumbles to the ground. The whole affair is amusing but not dangerous, a small bruise or two the worst that can happen from such a small prank.

"You are too glum and serious! Where's the exitement, the wish to try something new, the thrill of playing around? Well, this will not stand, wouldn't you say my sister? We must do something to this state of affairs!"

Seyn, Alteros, Whidel
Dwarf lands

"And so bound to the rock too! What fun is eternally dwelling beneath rock without seeing the open, blue sky? Actually, that gives me idea or two, hahaha! Watch this, my siblings!"

Landing down and pressing his hand against mountainside, Whidel focuses momentarily, imbuing the stone with his own power. Where the tendrils of divine wind touch, the rock itself is forever changed, massive veins taking on blue, white and transparent hues. Parts of the mountains then begin to, amazingly, take flight. Whole group of mountains are lifted from the ground whole, forming few large floating islands and many smaller ones.

"There we go, that makes for so much better horizon, wouldn't you say?" Whidel says with a chuckle, raising his hands at Alteros before the more serious god can speak. "Don't worry, no dwarves on those mountains, haha! The choice on whenever or not to go to the skies will be their own still! But the basic idea of creating some new beings to play with is good! I think I just might use it myself!"

Raising his hands towards the skies, the playful god unleashes massive torrent of wind, making it take roughly humanoid but still ever-changing forms visible mostly by the dust they kick up before shaking his head and thinking. Making bodies is all good, but they need something to drive them as well!

Trying more abstract thinking, the god's eyes begin to sparkle before erupting into streams of energy, the very first lightning bolts of the cosmos striking the windy forms and giving them animating force. Where there before was only wind, there is now also lightning and intelligence, the very first air elementals peering at their creator curiously. Part of the massive lightning bursts escapes into the skies, racing across the air with massive crackle.

Looking somewhat tired by the feats he has just pulled, Whidel nevertheless grins to his brother and sister, dancing around with the air elementals that are even now beginning to fly all around and explore the new world they have gained existence upon. "See, it worked! It really worked! Whoooo!" he exclaims with elation, the crackling force in his eyes having gone nowhere, the lightning now forever part of him.

AP post-rollover: 18 AP

Create Land: The Mountains in the Sky (-2 AP)
Create Greater Life: Air Elementals (-3 AP)
Create Concept: Thunder (-3 AP)
Gain Ability: Fount of Vigor (-5 AP)
Gain Domain: Thunder (vigor) (-3 AP)

Total: 18 AP - 16 AP = 2 AP

[Shmee]

The A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit, Dwarflands

The A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit places its metallic hand on the Dwarf's shoulder

[Excited Statement: Oh, flesh-bag, I am glad you have agreed! We have so much to learn from each other!]

[Statement: Come! I shall show you perfection!]

and all of a sudden in a flash, the A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit and the Dwarf were gone. The Dwarf of course was never heard from again.


Sideras, in a corner of the void

Sideras and Andrei are arguing, and the god of metal was clearly crushing the flesh-bag under the weight of its arguments (at least in its mind) it is interrupted by the A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit.

[Announcement: A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit, returning from duty, Creator!]

[Statement: A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit, report.]

[Statement: Some organic flesh-bags in the realm called Olympus were taught from someone how to mold and forge metal. A blatant admittance of the pitiful limitations of the flesh. Of that there can be no doubt.]

[Disbelieving Statement: I mean... these creatures were called "Dwarf"... what type of insane Creator doesn't bestow acronyms upon its creation?]

[Statement] I considered incinerating the flesh-bags for their insolence. Instead I struck a deal with them. I would show them the definition of perfection.]

[Command: Report status of project]

[Statement: I have learned quite a bit about these organic flesh-bags Creator. But most importantly, I have shown these flesh-bags the definition of upgrade and perfection. All that needs to be done Creator is to give the command for the S.U.N. Installation to begin production of the prototype.]

[Command: Commence production.]

The S.U.N. Installation upon receiving the command begins to groan as the strength of the flames intensify, and the ringing of metal against metal can be heard. Then all of a sudden from the production belt, the completed construct is transported via a crane outside the installation.

A little below a meter and a half tall, this metallic construct is squat and has broad shoulders. Its body is covered with tough metallic plates wedged onto its torso. The creature's face although metallic has skeletal features giving it a permanent and wicked grin although the majority of the construct's 'face' is covered with thousands of copper wire shavings giving off the impression of a beard.

All of a sudden the construct is activated, red menacing light emanating from its eye sockets.



The F.R.A.W.D. 100 Unit upon activation begins its march towards Sakro were the flesh creatures had gathered. Obeying its protocols, it unleashes from its hand intense flames that incinerate the fleshly creatures that dared to tread upon T.E.R.A.

[Musing: F.R.A.W.D.]

[Statment: The sweet irony is not lost upon me.]

[Command: Being mass production right away.]

The S.U.N. Installation once again begins to use its power and mass produces the F.R.A.W.D. line of constructs, churning them by the thousands each hour. Such was the power of the Installation when within hours tens of thousands of the standard F.R.A.W.D.-500 Units join its Prototype and slowly but methodically begin to incinerate the flesh of Skaro.

[Condescending statement: Your move flesh-bag!]


[S]Transfer 4 AP from the A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit to Sideros.

AP4= 7-3: Create Legend (With Kingmaker discount): The F.R.A.W.D-100 Unit

Transfer 2 AP from the F.R.A.W.D.-100 to Sideros

AP4=6-2: Create Level 2 Creatures: The Standard F.R.A.W.D. -500 Units
AP3=4-1: Create Society (MACHINES!)


AP0= 3-3: Create Legend (With Kingmaker discount): The F.R.A.W.D-100 Unit

[Felandria]

Olympus

Felandria realized she needed to populate her world with other forms of life.

Create Mundane Life: 0AP

So she made fish, cows, pigs, birds, horses, dogs, cats and all the other forms of basic animal life.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

"I won't lie, it looks good, but it doesn't help them be better warriors." Alteros said. He looked at the mountain. "Actually, it is a good defensive position. Maybe I'll create a magical gate that they only know about to be able to get up there."

[Emperor Demonking]

The Human Lands

A human sniffed around the large flawless arch and finally went under it. He vanished. Those that watched the young man's tentative experiments were shocked and decided to keep their distance from the arch from then on.

Simtheon, Simtheon's Sanctum, Dwarven Lands

The human walked boldly though the turtles, casting a confident figure until the shock of going from outside to a rather weird inside led to his losing his footing and falling to the ground. Simtheon walked up to him, grabbed his hand and hoisted him up. "Finally a guest. Now what brings you here to my humble abody, young man?"
"Er, I was looking what this large black ar-."
"Ah, that was a gateway to, well, here actually. I created it actually. That was an easy one."
"Er, thank you."
"Oh, how rude of me! My name is Simtheon, as I have helped you, you shall now worship me. You look like you're about to object, so I'll give you a little tip, bear in mind here that I could kill you with little more than a though."
"Er yes, I shall worship you." Said the human. The flood of knowledge that entered Simtheon's mind proved it wasn't empty talk.
"And make sure you get others to worship me also. Including Cythia, I agree she may very well be interested in you."
"So, er, how do I get home?"
"A second request! Oh my. No, I kid. Go through the curtain and then it the third left on the right."


5 AP = 6 AP - 1 AP (Create Organisation: The Church of Simtheon

[Tichrondrius]

Kalros the Hunter
The Planet of Plem
The Majestic Forest

Kalros smiled, if bears could do such a thing, as hunger took hold on all mortal races. It was an important element that couldn't be left out, after all, why had he been created if not for the universal need to hunt and eat? Even those that consumed fruit or farmed had to go in search of it, or toil for it, a 'hunt' all their own. It was a wonderful gift that he had given them.

Kalros regarded the new being that spoke to him with brash confidence.

"Who are you to challenge the god of hunger? I created these monsters for my own pleasure- to hunt, to kill, to consume. My very existence compels all creatures to hunger and hunt! But very well.. perhaps you are right. You are the only other being I've ever met, and thus I can see the value of an outsider to criticize my designs. I'm stuck such in the mindset of the hunter that I have neglected appropriate prey."

Grabbing a clump of the forest moss in his great bear claw the Lord of the Hunt began to craft a great creature; something that would be challenging but be an important ingredient in food from the very foundation of the universe. As he molded this clay he found his paws unwieldy and, unknowingly, began to change himself into a more bipedal form- one that looked more similar to an orc, the local mortals, than a bear with his traditional bow hanging on his back.

As the deer-like creature stood, wobbly, to it's feet for the first time and skipped off into The Majestic Forest to propagate more of itself.

With a stomp of his foot the power of the woods generated other mundane prey but nothing as beautiful or delicious as the Deer.

"Satisfied?" He asked, raising his new eyebrow at the fellow god.

AP 10

Create Monstrous Life (Deer): The pack deer is a wonderful prey animal both for its taste and the challenge it requires to bring one in. They are quick, cunning, and the horns they possess are no joke but any experienced hunter should be able to pick one off from a herd easily. Like Wolves and Bears, they are much like their normal counterparts except slightly larger, faster, and more intelligent.

Create Mundane Life: Kalros further pads his great forest with various squrriels, bugs, birds and other mundane life required for a forest ecosystem.

10 - 1 = 9 AP

[Queen Sapes]

Reality-0RC3, The Thousand Cliffs

"Father, the dark ones below will not let up their attacks," said the young hugar boy. He was perhaps sixteen years old now, too young to be fighting. He should have been in one of the temples learning of the spirits, or working a family farm, not fighting in this pointless war. "Why is it they hate us? We have done nothing to them, and yet they savagely kill our men and women at every chance they get," the boy said, wincing with pain. He had been injured by an arrow before, and was nursing the wound. But he had still wanted to be useful, so he volunteered to act as messenger. Either way it would get him killed.

With a sigh, Fa'ar spoke to the boy. "They hate us because we were once one. We worshiped some ancient creator god, and performed what he willed us to do when he left us here. But eventually our ancestors grew tired of the absence of that deity. They were convinced he had abandoned them. So, without warning, they left. Over time they became us. But the dark ones below were angry at our leaving, and so now they attack to force us back into service, or kill us for leaving."

"But what is it we can do to stop them? We may have the high ground, but their forces greatly outnumber our own."

"Simple," Fa'ar said, walking up to the doors of the biggest temple. "We must pray for the strongest spirit to assist us. We must pray to the sun." And with that, Fa'ar pushed open the doors of the temple, a massive stained glass image of the sun shining onto him as it reflected the actual sun's light. But as he moved to the altar, Fa'ar froze as he saw two figures standing in front of it, admiring it without praying. They were creatures unlike anything he had ever seen. Their shape and size was too different for them to be hugar, they were scrawnier but stood as confident as any creature he had seen. Could they be arekin? No, no, the dark ones had wiped them out centuries ago, in an effort to claim the planet for themselves. So what could they be?

"The workmanship on this is spectacular, it really captures this sun. Shame this sun couldn't be more beautiful than it is, it would make this mural look even better," the one who appeared to be male said.

"Do you remember the sun in 10P9? That one was my favorite. Shame it had to explode when its other half overtook it and the whole thing crashed on the other planet, I really liked tha- Oh, hello there," the female one said, turning for a moment and spotting Fa'ar standing in the room. "My name is Olare, and this is Marillos," she said motioning to the man.

"And we have come to save you from the little problem you seem to be suffering from."

Fa'ar's shock of the creature's appearance wore off quickly, and their words sunk in as he examined the duo. "How are you two to save us?" Fa'ar asked extremely skeptically. "There are only two of you, and whatever you are looks fairly weak. And I'm afraid that unless you have an army to assist us, we have to pray to the spirits for help."

"Ah, yes, the spirits," Marillos said, glancing at the window behind him. "I'm afraid the spirits may have a hard time assisting you, seeing as they do not exist. But we do, and we can save you from your imminent destruction. Sister, if you would?"

"Of course, brother," Olare said as the two waved a hand in synch, opening a tear that they quickly stepped into. The tear sealed behind them, leaving Fa'ar and the boy standing in confusion for a moment before the whole place began to shake.

The Prime Material, The Thousand Cliffs, PP

On two seperate planes of reality, Olare and Marillos tore a tear in the fabric of creation that would swap the Thousand Cliffs of Reality-0RC3 and the Prime Material. The ride through the tear would be a bit bumpy, and maybe one or two of those wonderful stained windows would shatter, but in the end the Hugar would be saved from their imminent destruction. At least on one reality they would. With a single flick of the wrist across two realities, the Infinity Twins sent the entire mountain through reality's borders. It sped through quickly, landing with a muffled thump in the prime material as the mountain range fused with the world around it. As was expected, a few windows were shattered.

From the shattered stain glass window that once held the sun, Fa'ar and the boy could clearly see the two figures who had bent reality to their whim to save their people. Fa'ar knew what they were. The two of them were gods. With a wave to the two inside the temple, Olare and Marillos flew up into the void. According to some of the worlds they saw inside the multiverse, there was something going on at the massive thing in the sky that acted as sun to the life of the world. Perhaps it would be fun?

Start AP - 13
2 - Sentient Life: The Hugar, otherwise known as High Orcs although they do not recognize themselves as that. The hugar are an offshoot species of dark orcs from a reality of the multiverse that exists an undetermined time in the future. In this reality, the hugar chose willingly to leave the main dark orc population, believing that their creator had abandoned them. So they left secretly, and slowly developed into a race unique from dark orcs. While physically weak, hugar posses great intellects and are extremely wise individuals. Their skin tone is the reverse of their ancestors, most hugar have snow white skin, which is due to the nature of their home. Traditionally, hugar are nonviolent, preferring to spend their time learning or practicing religious rituals. Due to how far ahead their timeline is, the hugar posses no knowledge of who the creator of their ancestors is, and they posses very little information on what exactly he did. They also have no knowledge of dark orcs, partially due to what dark orcs became in their reality, partially due to the passage of time, and partially due to the effects of being brought through realities to another world that is at a different time. They do however, have extremely basic knowledge of the Arekin, which was passed down through legends after their extinction in the hugar's home reality.

1 - Gather Land: The Thousand Cliffs. The home of the hugar, Thousand Cliffs is a massive coastal mountain ridge that due to its location is a rather cold environment. Almost all of the mountain range is choked with snow year-round, making it a rather difficult area to travel. However, there is an extremely brief amount of time during the year where it is a lot easier to travel there, when the temperature rises enough that it doesn't snow or rain, and the snow briefly begins to melt. Strangely enough, life does thrive in the Thousand Cliffs, although it is not extremely varied. Most trees in the area resemble pine trees on Earth, although they flower three times a year, producing a blue apple-like fruit that tastes like something between a papaya and a cherry. There are other various kinds of plants throughout the mountains that follow the same pattern as the main tree species. The major game animal and domesticated creature is a beast known as an Ayute, which is a creature that resembles a jackrabbit mixed with a horse and elk. They are perfect for navigating the environment, and can be tamed to act as riding animals, or be used for meat and milk.

0 - Create Society (Free due to Mortal Shepard Ability): Thousand Steps. The major, and currently only, sentient life within Thousand Cliffs are the hugar, who organized themselves into a religious society that originally worshiped spirits representing various elements. The people of Thousand Steps are scattered throughout Thousand Cliffs, living in large groups at massive temples dedicated to an individual spirit. However, due to being brought back in time, the people of Thousand Steps will readily worship deity who helps benefit daily life throughout their culture. As of now, Olare and Marillos are the only ones being worshiped, the temple dedicated to them having replaced the one for the sun spirit. The pathways between each village/temple are referred to as the thousand steps, which is where the people gain their name from. The temple-villages of Thousand Steps are laid out in a zig-zag pattern along the mountain range, with the most powerful and most worshiped spirit at the end, and the least powerful at the beginning. Formerly, the most powerful spirit was the sun, followed by the star spirit, mountain, sea, forest, wind, Ayute, and finally ice spirit. Olare and Marillos took the place of the sun, the rest are open.

1 - Mundane Concept: Thousand Step architecture. The architecture of Thousand Steps is a mix between ancient Greek architecture, and traditional Japanese architecture.

1 - Mundane Concept: Agriculture. The people of Thousand Steps are well-versed in how to grow and maintain crops in the Thousand Cliffs, and also know how to domesticate and occasionally ride the Ayute.

3 - Gain Domain: Life (Salvation)
3 - Gain Domain: Creation (Possibility)
Ascended to Lesser Deity
End AP - 2

[Deadlykire]

Kalros the Hunter
The Planet of Plem
The Majestic Forest
COLOR="olive"]"Satisfied?"[/COLOR] He asked, raising his new eyebrow at the fellow god.



"So long as you do not mind your creations hunted and killed. I will limit my orcs to only hunting these new beasts for food. This is not the only realm however. You may want to see the effects your curse has placed upon the rest of life."

With that Erebus placed a bridge from his realm into the forest, so that the orcs could hunt. He then set about gathering his orcs so that they would not starve and die. He stopped first in the vineyard. There were only a few there. He gathered them quickly before departing. He then gathered the rest from the material world. Their numbers had swelled. They had flourished outside his realm.

He gathered them in his hall where Artosh, their leader, explained his new will. The orcs would stay in his realm. It was their natural home. They learned where the bridge to the forest was. They learned how to use it. They learned to hunt and prepare the beast for consumption.

[ArlEammon]

And Finally, the Awakening

Rod, the great Tree, the Wise Elder Tree rose like it was a sapling of the Earth. . . it tore out of Plem as if it were one with the Land. . . A magnificent roar could be heard throughout all of Plem, yet those close or far from the massive godling were not harmed by the thundering roar of him. "It is time to AWAKEN!" Rod thundered imperiously. "Hear my decree! Land of the Arekin! All the natural gods throughout the Earth of Plem and the other Earths shall know the fruits of nature and the whims of those who would seek to defile it! For their works will be seen through the wisdom of the old and youngest gods! To seek the downfall of the natural protectors of Nature will be an instant lesson for us not to put trust in defilers! I have awoken from the dream of divine sleep, I am now gaurdian of the forests of Plem and the Worlds. Do not dare to defy the gaurdians of Nature! As long as we live, forests of Plem and the Worlds will be blessed with our presence or power! Great blessings shall lie in store for those woods and forests claimed by the gaurdians of nature. And as the Gaurdian of Nature, I now become HERALD OF LIFE! With my power over the whims and decrees of nature I now shall guard the forests of the worlds with my life, which shall spread as a blessing to those near and eventually far from me! Finally, the final decree from my gaurdianship this day is this: Those who may seek to protect our realms from defilement they take up arms and earn their rightful place among us as OUR heralds and Nature's defenders! Avengers of Nature shall be the guiding light of protection from the corruption that all Nature may one day be threatened of."


5 Cosmic Decree: The Natural gods will always know when Nature is in trouble in some way, and will always know where the threat is coming from.
5 Gain Ability: Herald of Life
5 Create Legendary Concept: Avengers (Of Nature) inspired by the Avenger Druid Class, these people may weaponize any aspect of Nature that any Nature god has as a Domain

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Alteros looked around. A simple settlement caught his eye If you will excuse me siblings, I will be investigating that settlement." Alteros then left and found himself in the human lands. They had an appearance similar to him, but he was larger if they were to scale. He saw them as weaker, but not lesser than the dwarves. He made note of their versatility, which would make them great warriors. He found their goddess. She was a beautiful goddess, the only thing she lacked at first glace was a heart of a warrior, but the key phrase is first glance. Alteros walked up to the goddess. "Greetings, I am Alteros, I see that your creation is unprotected and I am the god of a society of warriors. Unless you can protect them yourself or they have a means I am unaware of."

[Felandria]

Alteros looked around. A simple settlement caught his eye If you will excuse me siblings, I will be investigating that settlement." Alteros then left and found himself in the human lands. They had an appearance similar to him, but he was larger if they were to scale. He saw them as weaker, but not lesser than the dwarves. He made note of their versatility, which would make them great warriors. He found their goddess. She was a beautiful goddess, the only thing she lacked at first glace was a heart of a warrior, but the key phrase is first glance. Alteros walked up to the goddess. "Greetings, I am Alteros, I see that your creation is unprotected and I am the god of a society of warriors. Unless you can protect them yourself or they have a means I am unaware of."


Felandria was taken slightly aback by Alteros's comment.

Unprotected?

How do you mean?

I protect them.

Surely you aren't insinuating I am incapable of such a thing.

As she says this, the skies become a little darker, storm clouds materializing from nowhere.

If someone did mean them harm, I would simply talk to them and convince them to reconsider.

And if they continued to pose a threat...

A powerful crash of thunder reverberates through the sky, and a bolt of lightning strikes a nearby hill.

All that being said, I am certain you meant no disrespect by your words.

And the storm clouds disappear.

Now, I don't believe we've been properly introduced.

My name is Felandria.

She extends a hand to Alteros, and smiles in a most charming manner.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Felandria was taken slightly aback by Alteros's comment.

Unprotected?

How do you mean?

I protect them.

Surely you aren't insinuating I am incapable of such a thing.

As she says this, the skies become a little darker, storm clouds materializing from nowhere.

If someone did mean them harm, I would simply talk to them and convince them to reconsider.

And if they continued to pose a threat...

A powerful crash of thunder reverberates through the sky, and a bolt of lightning strikes a nearby hill.

All that being said, I am certain you meant no disrespect by your words.

And the storm clouds disappear.

Now, I don't believe we've been properly introduced.

My name is Felandria.

She extends a hand to Alteros, and smiles in a most charming manner.

Alteros shakes Felandria's hand. Beautiful and can fight, she's my kind of woman he thought. "Pleased to meat you Felandria. I certainly meant no disrespect. You didn't look like a warrior. I guess I was wrong. How skilled are you is the question. A mortal might be easy prey for you, but a god might give you problems."

[Felandria]

Alteros shakes Felandria's hand. Beautiful and can fight, she's my kind of woman he thought. "Pleased to meat you Felandria. I certainly meant no disrespect. You didn't look like a warrior. I guess I was wrong. How skilled are you is the question. A mortal might be easy prey for you, but a god might give you problems."


Well, Alteros, not to sound vain, but I suspect that anyone would fight me will find that my charm is rather, shall we say, disarming.

So I understand you've created a race as well.

Could I meet them?

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Well, Alteros, not to sound vain, but I suspect that anyone would fight me will find that my charm is rather, shall we say, disarming.

So I understand you've created a race as well.

Could I meet them?
I know I would. "You have a point there, but there might be some gods who wouldn't find you attractive." That didn't came out right "I not saying you aren't. You are very beautiful and you most likely are skilled with a blade" Now she probably thinks I'm a pervert. At this point, Alteros is stumbling with his words. "or an axe. Just that there might be a strong god out there that finds things that look like a humanoid unattractive." If she was a dwarf I would just challenge her to a fight and then go from there. "Well, anyway. The dwarves are in the mountains over there. I believe their feast is about to begin."

[Emperor Demonking]

Simtheon, Simtheon's Sanctum, Dwarven Lands, Olympus

Simtheon was disappointed by people not coming to him, obviously it was still too difficult. So Simtheon went to his Curtain and channeled its energies once again to create another doorway. This one was to another planet: The Thousand Cliffs of P.P.

The Thousands Cliff, P.P

A large dark doorway appears outside a Hungar village on The Thousand Cliffs. As chance would have it, it was created just in front of a Hungar leading to one Hungar walking into it just as the doorway was created.

Simtheon, Simtheon's Sanctum, Dwarven Lands, Olympus

The Hungar walked straight into Simtheon and was the worst of it, knocking down to the ground just away from the curtain. Dragging him up and way from the curtain, Simtheon spoke with an, unseeable, smile, "It is a pleasure to meet you. How may I help you?"
"I would like to get home." Whined the Hungar.
"OOoh. OOh. That's a toughie. Don't get me wrong I can do it, but I'll need something from you. Something small."
"Okay, very well."
Simtheon put his hand on the Hungar's shoulder, pushing him down so he was kneeling and let forth a huge wave of divine energy. "Arise my herald."


0 AP = 5 AP - 5 AP (Create: Demi-God)

[Felandria]

I know I would. "You have a point there, but there might be some gods who wouldn't find you attractive." That didn't came out right "I not saying you aren't. You are very beautiful and you most likely are skilled with a blade" Now she probably thinks I'm a pervert. At this point, Alteros is stumbling with his words. "or an axe. Just that there might be a strong god out there that finds things that look like a humanoid unattractive." If she was a dwarf I would just challenge her to a fight and then go from there. "Well, anyway. The dwarves are in the mountains over there. I believe their feast is about to begin."

Felandria's violet eyes brighten.

Sounds fun.

Let's go.

Felandria heads towards the mountains.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Alteros leads the goddess to the Dwarven settlement. He then shrinks into a dwarf size human. He enters the feasting hall saying. "Welcome to the halls of glory. Here Warlord Tygrin Bronzestone resides. He has declared a feast due to a very successful hunt. Feel free to have a seat and eat." The room was massive and filled with dwarves. They are in full armor and enjoying themselves. When the goddess comes in, they stare at her.

[Felandria]

Alteros leads the goddess to the Dwarven settlement. He then shrinks into a dwarf size human. He enters the feasting hall saying. "Welcome to the halls of glory. Here Warlord Tygrin Bronzestone resides. He has declared a feast due to a very successful hunt. Feel free to have a seat and eat." The room was massive and filled with dwarves. They are in full armor and enjoying themselves. When the goddess comes in, they stare at her.

Felandria sees the dwarves looking at her, she smiles.

Hello, I'm Felandria.

I see the hunt went well.

I'm glad, I made sure that animal life was plentiful enough to satisfy all this world's people.

I love this hall, it's so beautiful.

She turns to Alteros.

What else can you tell me about your realm?

[MichaelGoldclaw]

"They are dedicated warriors, but not war mongers. Combat is more of a pastime for us, but that is mainly with non-lethal blows. Speaking of which, I believe there is a tournament after this, though I'm not sure if you care for that sort of thing."

[Fates]

Rilkus, the Void

The tree god's decree reverberating throughout creation, Rilkus groans annoyedly once again. Why must these beast-gods make everything difficult for him?

Seeking out Rod, Rilkus materializes again in the form of a man in a green tunic, though now he is a dwarf, with a close-cropped coppery beard and light-brown skin. Now, now. Is there any cause to be so dramatic? I mean, it was all very grand, but...do you not think you are being a tad radical? What offense has been committed against your...nature, as of yet, hmm?

Pacing back and forth with his hands creased behind his back, the patron of progress continues ranting. The natural world is beautiful, of course, quite so- but it possesses no true intellect unto itself. Barring total devastation, what possible threat could gods and men pose to it that would not be easily amended? What need is there to react with violence?

I can tell you one thing. The humans, the dwarves, the arekin and the orks- all of these races will be in need of resources. They will hunt beasts, fell trees, scorch fields to make way for farmland. As is only their right- they are intelligent, empathetic beings, and your...birds, beasts, and green things are not. I am a sworn protector of mortalkind, and I will not tolerate any violent actions that you make against them, in the name of some filthy shrubs. You are a god, as am I. If the dwarves or the orks fell your forests, then plant more! You have the power, and the trees will not feel it. And if you take issue with the hunting of your beasts, take it to the huntsman god- it is he who demanded they be devoured. Should you threaten the mortal races with your powers, you will have me to answer to. Do I make myself perfectly clear?


Okay, Rilkus is in no way reflecting my own ideology here, so don't get the wrong idea. :smalltongue:

[Felandria]

"They are dedicated warriors, but not war mongers. Combat is more of a pastime for us, but that is mainly with non-lethal blows. Speaking of which, I believe there is a tournament after this, though I'm not sure if you care for that sort of thing."

Sounds like fun actually.

Maybe I'll give the winner a kiss.

That should inspire some improved performance, she thought.

I have decided to form a pantheon, a group of like minded gods.

I feel we are of a similar mind, neither of us believe in starting war, but are prepared to fight if need be.

Would you care to join me?

Gather Pantheon: 2 AP

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Sounds like fun actually.

Maybe I'll give the winner a kiss.

That should inspire some improved performance, she thought.

I have decided to form a pantheon, a group of like minded gods.

I feel we are of a similar mind, neither of us believe in starting war, but are prepared to fight if need be.

Would you care to join me?

Gather Pantheon: 2 AP

"Sounds like a plan. Both of them to be exact." Just so long as she doesn't give him or her more than a kiss.

-1 AP join Parthenon.

[Felandria]

"Sounds like a plan. Both of them to be exact." That being said, I hope it is a woman who wins. That way she will turn it down.

-1 AP join Parthenon.

((But you said they were bisexual, and also Felandria is a divine beauty, so I doubt anyone would turn down a kiss from her:smallbiggrin:))

Excellent.

We shall be forever known as.....

The Olympians

I look forward to the next trillion years.

She leans down and gives him a peck on the cheek (more like side of the head).

Have you met Rilkus yet?

I believe he will be an excellent ally as well.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

((But you said they were bisexual, and also Felandria is a divine beauty, so I doubt anyone would turn down a kiss from her:smallbiggrin:))

Excellent.

We shall be forever known as.....

The Olympians

I look forward to the next trillion years.

She leans down and gives him a peck on the cheek (more like side of the head).

Have you met Rilkus yet?

I believe he will be an excellent ally as well.


((Forgot. I'll edit that.))

I must be getting to her. "I have not met him, but I know of him. I'll see if I can find him later on. I believe the tournament is about to begin. By the way, after the tournament itself is over, there is usually one on one fights that anyone can participate in. Maybe you and I could set up a fight."

[Felandria]

((Forgot. I'll edit that.))

I must be getting to her. "I have not met him, but I know of him. I'll see if I can find him later on. I believe the tournament is about to begin. By the way, after the tournament itself is over, there is usually one on one fights that anyone can participate in. Maybe you and I could set up a fight."

Perhaps, we shall see.

In the meantime...

Gain Domain: Life (Creation) : 3 AP
Gain Domain: Nature (Ecology) : 3 AP

AP Remaining: 0

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Perhaps, we shall see.

In the meantime...

Gain Domain: Life (Creation) : 3 AP
Gain Domain: Nature (Ecology) : 3 AP

AP Remaining: 0

The dwarves were finishing up. It was 30 minuets till their tournament and they were eager to get started and the table was almost clear. Tyrgrin spoke "If both of ye are stickin' around, then ye are welcome ta sit next ta me." He looked at Felandria "Especially ye, miss."

"Alright then." Alteros went out the door. The moment he did, he changed his size back to a 6 feet tall human. He went to the arena and sat down next to Warlord Tyrgin. The arena floor is large and oval, enough for all the contestants to fight at once if that was the plan. The seats were packed except for the reserved seats next to the Warlord.

[ArlEammon]

Rilkus And Rod
"Rilkus. . . Void god. I do not threaten the mortals. I but make my decree. The mortals are not in danger of my wrath. Unless they threaten the forces of Nature. They may chop down trees, harvest from the Earth and yet grow crops, yet you do not understand my decree. I speak of actual taint and corruption of Nature, not the unfortunate consumption of food which requires life, but the perversion of life. It may be hard for another who is not Gaurdian of Nature to understand." Rod thundered in his deep voice. "Do not think I have come to kill those who only kill for their survival."
"

[Fates]

Rilkus And Rod

Rilkus looks more than a bit embarrassed. Well...er...ah, I see. Right. Good. Terribly...um...terribly sorry about that, then. I suppose I misjudged you. Eh-hem...
Rilkus looks about awkwardly.

Good talk. We'll speak again later, I hope.

With that, Rilkus fades again into the void.

[Felandria]

The dwarves were finishing up. It was 30 minuets till their tournament and they were eager to get started and the table was almost clear. Tyrgrin spoke "If both of ye are stickin' around, then ye are welcome ta sit next ta me." He looked at Felandria "Especially ye, miss."

"Alright then." Alteros went out the door. The moment he did, he changed his size back to a 6 feet tall human. He went to the arena and sat down next to Warlord Tyrgin. The arena floor is large and oval, enough for all the contestants to fight at once if that was the plan. The seats were packed except for the reserved seats next to the Warlord.

ROLLOVER!

Felandria shrinks down to about a third her size (6'4") so as not to crowd anyone out.

She sits next to Tygrin.

So, Tygrin, any of your warriors expected to do especially well?

AP Remaining : 8

[MichaelGoldclaw]

ROLLOVER!

Felandria shrinks down to about a third her size (6'4") so as not to crowd anyone out.

She sits next to Tygrin.

So, Tygrin, any of your warriors expected to do especially well?

AP Remaining : 8

"Well, da Bronzestone clan be da best at defendin', but da Iornfists are da fastest. Their representatives are actually quite renown at fighting." Tygrin takes a sip of ale and clears his throat. "Welcome, everyone ta our weekly tournament. Here, each o' our great clans has selected 3 of their warriors ta compete. Last weeks champion, Algia Bronzestone, and her brothers, Morgus and Bangar, have been chosen by me to represent Bronzestone Clan. Iornfist Clan has selected Torga, Mengrin, and Darak. Fireshield Clan has selected..." Tyrgrin went down the list until there was no one left. "All o' them are great warriors, but who are da best. For da first round: Algia, Darak, and Rengar verses Keldon, Synda, and Vendrak." As the dwarves entered, Tygrin sat down.

"This should prove interesting."

[Epinephrine_Syn]

Cera found herself silent, connected in part to her brethren. The family was once again growing, to a degree that fit quite nicely. Lots of creations were filling the world, and Cera had finally found herself with the monument completed. Her angels had even returned to her, albeit still asleep in the half finished Globe. "Do let me know if anything of particular note happens, I'm going to be slightly distracted for a little while with creations. I'm definitely up for listening to the stories though, especially if there's an opportunity to add a little energy to the mix of my own. Once the Constellations are done, they'll be quite a place to visit.

Cera absentmindedly circled the fingers over her wisps of energy, looking all over the place, trying to decide just where to send her own creatures. Not the angels, those were to help guard her and the Constellations, but the Kelp needed to go somewhere. And there needed to be an opportunity to do it without bothering other races, they could be so territorial at times.


Starting: 15 AP
Create Demigod - 5 AP (Demi)
Create Legendary Race (Star Angels) -5 AP
Found Organization -2 AP (Knights of the Globe)
Obtain Domain: Pattern (Jewel)

Rollover: +6 AP
Total: 6

[ArlEammon]

Rod, Protector
"Rod, the Gaurdian, saw the sky, noticed it with longing. The sky was beautiful, but something was missing. He longed to be one with the Sky, but his duties were with the earth down below. He looked to the left, and to the right. He looked up into the sky once again. . . Enormous clashes of thunder and the roars of the rain falling to the earth could be heard in the same manner of Rod's birth. Legend says that all within a few miles had thought the end of the world had come already, but as they looked to the sky, they saw Rod, in the form of this, tree man, holding beautiful silk white baby birds. He stroked his hands over their silky white feathers and sighed long and loudly, as if a low thunder seemed to roar long and ended in a mighty clash. He released the avian babes into the Sky and seemed to vanish."


4 AP spent to create Legendary Life: The Thunder Birds:
Lightning breathing, giant silk white birds, with the appearance of doves.


7 AP left

[Tichrondrius]

Kalros the Hunter
The Planet of Plem
The Majestic Forest

"Of course not. Some creatures are meant to be hunters and some are meant to be hunted. Like this one." Kalros continued with a jovial smirk on his partially-orc, partially-bear face and crafted yet another monster. This floppy-eared creature also went to live in the forest and do it's job in what had become a grand hunting preserve.

"If they have a problem with the Hunt they can come talk to me as you have, my brother. Let them seek me out. I'll make them something nice to appease them... as I have for you. The Hunger is nothing to fear, my friend, it is a bond between all races and the hunt is amazing, thrilling, and will become of great cultural importance to mortals, I'm sure." Kalros babbled, following Erebus to the edge of the Majestic Forest.

Seeing how he interacted with his people, Kalros became jealous. When the orcs did come in to hunt his lands, Kalros sometimes joined them and assisted them on their hunts. But never to do it for them, but to enjoy the thrill of the chase and show them what to do, how to savor a hunt and how to prepare tasty meat properly over a roaring flame.

But it wasn't the same as having his own people.

And so, with one snap of his fingers, the Bears grew more intelligent and started to be around each other more until they too learned to stand like bipeds as their god had. These new creatures were hardly unfriendly and graciously allowed the orcs to continue coming into their home, the Majestic Forest, and hunt with them where they dwelt and learned from the grand hunter himself.

9 AP
9 + 6 = 15 AP

Create Land (2 AP): Just a simple action to add to the already existing Majestic Forest and make it larger. Not to cut into anyone elses lands or disrupt the way the map looks. The forest isn't near a coast but rather in the middle of a landmass. Just imagine that the forest became lager, also 'pushing' the rest of the landmass out more not covering it just pushing it out further where the forest took it's place. No physical changes except a much larger forest, a Creature Land action + a Gather Land action. This forest teams with common forest life, and he further adds mundane beavers and rodents.

The forests also contain several plants that taste okay but can be used to enhance cooking, like several herbs and mushrooms that go along with this Create Land action. Mostly to flavor dishes, most of them are just normal looking plants.

Create Monstrous Life (Bunny) (1 AP): The small and intelligent bunny is perhaps one of the fastest monstrous now in existence on Plem. It's small form means it can leave most things in the dust, and it can also hide in it's burrows or tree holes where larger creatures can't follow. On the other hand, it's absolutely delicious and worth it for a skilled hunter to try and capture.

Create Greater Life (Ursakin) (2 AP): The Ursakin are made from the local bears but much more intelligent. The local bears still exist but these men are a different breed entirely. They resemble the god Kalros now and appear slightly orc-like, with their faces being a combination between the more human looking orc face and the face of a large dire bear. They enhanced bear senses. They have heavy, strong and stocky bodies that give them great stamina perfect for hunting and have a thick coat of brown or black hair all over their body. They also still have their powerful omnivorous teeth and ripping claws. They are sexually dimorphous with women having lighter fur and mammalian breasts underneath their fur.

Form Society (1 AP): Although the friendly Ursakin prefer to live a simple life of hunting and eating, living simple off the land of the forest, they are fully capable of more intelligent acts of tribalism and society. They've formed a small encampment in the forest and mostly live in wolf or deer skin tents literred haphazardly around the area they're currently camping. They usually travel throughout the woods not really stopping in one place for too long. Either gender can go out and hunt or stay home to cook the meat they gather every day. To pass the trial into adulthood, each Ursakin must go out into the woods alone and hunt something delicious then bring it back and make an excellent dish.

Create Mundane Concept (Cooking) (1 AP): Speaking of cooking, the Ursakin had perfected it like no other. They've been blessed by their god with a natural affinity for cooking and know how to use what herbs and mushrooms to make their meats taste excellent. Hunters are cooks are equally respected in this society so most Ursakin's lives are a struggle to create the best dish, gather the best ingredients and be creative when they cook.

Create Mundane Concept (Hunting) (1 AP): Speaking of hunting, the Ursakin are extraordinary hunters. Using their senses they can pretty easily track things and try to outsmart them. Their society revolves around this concept of hunting and this is mainly just to give them a boost. Hunters and cooks are equally respected in this society so most Urakin's lives are a struggle to both hunt the perfect ingredients and cook them.

Bless (The Orcs) (1 AP): Thankful to Erebus for allowing him to stay there and enjoying the orcs that lived there before he created his own kids, Kalros also taught them how to hunt and to cook. He'll gladly take any orc that wants to learn more than the basics under his wing, but as it is he granted them exactly the same mundane concept benefits as the Ursakin.

Advanced Concept (Crossbows) (2 AP): After snapping his normal bow like a twig in his hands, Kalros realized that bows weren't exactly the best hunting tool for a big bear man. To that end he created the mechanical powered crossbow that shoots an extremely high-powered arrow. The bear people perfected these devices, but anyone could use one because you don't even need an Ursakin's extreme strength- they run on a spring allowing anyone to use it quite easily. You still have to train yourself to handle it's weight and aim, however. They haven't decided to share this device just yet. It gives them +1 to Mortal Combat in addition to being a Greater Race.

15 AP - 11 AP = 4 AP

[Plerumque]

Arei, PP

Arei spent a time watching the Arekin, seeing them grow into a power, nudging them here and there to see what would come of it, and discovered the feeling of power as great as any divine power could bring, that came of influencing the mortals, causing things to run their paths as they would not have otherwise. She saw as the other gods conversed, grew in strength, created other works and began to fight amongst themselves. Bet her own attention was all on the mortals and the way their world worked. She considered setting them against one of the other races, created by the other gods, that dared invade her creations, but in this matter she decided that prudence would serve her and her creations the best. But after a time, she became ever so slightly bored with focusing all her attention on the Arekin. She had barely seen the dwarfs and humans! So she decided to, and while at the same time was watching the Arekin closely, was also at Olympus. She floated down, taking the guise of an old crone to put the humans more at ease, and asked the nearest one about their god.

6 AP
Gain Domain: Chaos (Interference)
3 AP

[Felandria]

Arei, PP

Arei spent a time watching the Arekin, seeing them grow into a power, nudging them here and there to see what would come of it, and discovered the feeling of power as great as any divine power could bring, that came of influencing the mortals, causing things to run their paths as they would not have otherwise. She saw as the other gods conversed, grew in strength, created other works and began to fight amongst themselves. Bet her own attention was all on the mortals and the way their world worked. She considered setting them against one of the other races, created by the other gods, that dared invade her creations, but in this matter she decided that prudence would serve her and her creations the best. But after a time, she became ever so slightly bored with focusing all her attention on the Arekin. She had barely seen the dwarfs and humans! So she decided to, and while at the same time was watching the Arekin closely, was also at Olympus. She floated down, taking the guise of an old crone to put the humans more at ease, and asked the nearest one about their god.

6 AP
Gain Domain: Chaos (Interference)
3 AP

The nearest human is a petite blonde girl named Helena.

You mean Felandria?

She's wonderful, she cares about us so much, being near her makes me feel safe, like nothing can ever hurt me.

We love her more than you could possibly imagine.

[Fates]

Rilkus, The Prime Material

Rilkus, who has now for days been surveying the mortal world, sits cross-legged in a seemingly endless field. His form is similar to his last, but now older, with his tunic faded and tattered, his hair and whiskers white, and his eyes a cloudy blue- he carries a carved wooden branch, though he does not need it to walk. His observations have lead him to a realization- while most races, with the unfortunate exception of the humans, had become self-sufficient, they had no true authority of their own. Most societies possessed a sort of crude hierarchy, but no true, balanced government; the mortal races were thus far divided, and still, their creator gods ultimately held total dominion over every aspect of their lives. Rilkus decides that this is no fit structure for a truly self-sufficient civilization. Perhaps it was time to put more power in the hands of mortals.

Standing up, Rilkus leans on his staff. A fitting symbol, perhaps, for what he wished to establish? A single entity, simple yet versatile, primarily used for support or defence, but a potentially brutal weapon if held in the right, or wrong, hands.


AP: 28 (18+6 (rollover)+4 (Pantheon AP x2)

-1 Forge Order: The Peacekeepers- The Peacekeepers are an assembly of members of all mortal races present on the prime material. It contains up to five-hundred members, divided as equally as possible between races. The Peacekeepers act as an ultimate arbiter in all mortal affairs- think of them as a veritable United Nations. Their powers range from the judicial- dealing with serious conflicts between races or individuals- to legislative- passing ordinances by which all societies are required to abide- to executive; the Peacekeepers are trained in unarmoured combat, and fight either unarmed or with quarterstaves. They are some of the greatest warriors in the world, and outside of their own numbers hold a collective, neutral military force about two-thousand strong.

-2 Create Advanced Concept: Unarmoured Staff Combat

-1 Bless: The Peacekeepers are uniquely talented at their method of fighting, and so gain a +1 bonus on all combat checks when using it.

-1 Bless: The Peacekeepers possess superior wisdom, open-mindedness, and a receding of racial biases.

-5 Divine Mandate: The Peacekeepers may, once per week, use a 1 AP action, decided by the entire group via democratic vote requiring a 75% majority.

-4 Create Relic: Rod of Utility. This item, carried by Rilkus at all times, appears to be a simple wooden quarterstaff. In fact, it carries great power. The wielder of the rod gains a +1 bonus to their attack stat whenever they are fighting in the defence of themselves or another. Furthermore, the rod is surrounded by an aura of utter calm. All beings but gods and demigods who are within view of it lose their will to fight, and becoming cooperative if not necessarily friendly.

-5 Gain Trait: Prowess of the Paragon (Staves)

-3 Gain Domain: Defence (Quarterstaves)
-3 Gain Domain: Equality (Democracy)

Rilkus is now a lesser deity.

New AP: 3

[Felandria]

((Did you join my pantheon yet, Rilkus?

Also, I did advance to lesser deity, in case anyone was wondering))

[MichaelGoldclaw]

As the first tier of fighting draws to a close, the second tier began. The fighting has been intense, even one moment where one dwarf managed to take down the other team when his two partners were knocked unconscious.

[Plerumque]

The nearest human is a petite blonde girl named Helena.

You mean Felandria?

She's wonderful, she cares about us so much, being near her makes me feel safe, like nothing can ever hurt me.

We love her more than you could possibly imagine.
Arei leans forward. "But why do you feel this way about her? Is it some kind of divine influence, or her beauty? Is it fear, love, or a mixture of both? Tell me," she says, her voice suddenly reverberating with divine power.

[Fates]

((Did you join my pantheon yet, Rilkus?

Also, I did advance to lesser deity, in case anyone was wondering))


Woops! I meant to. I guess I spent 1 AP on that before I did that stuff, and didn't get last week's bonus AP, so I'm actually down to 0.

[Felandria]

[/spoiler]
Arei leans forward. "But why do you feel this way about her? Is it some kind of divine influence, or her beauty? Is it fear, love, or a mixture of both? Tell me," she says, her voice suddenly reverberating with divine power.

Why would we fear her?

She loves us, every single one of us, she's so warm and beautiful, she makes all of us safe, why wouldn't you love someone like that?

She's everything to us.

She wants what's best for us, she makes sure we have everything we need.

[Plerumque]

"But how would she respond if one of you did not love her? That is what I mean," responds the crone. She raises a hand, preparing to uncloud the girl's mind of any divine influences, but pauses. Would it have any effect?

[Queen Sapes]

Argument of the Gods

It wasn't hard for the duo to find the creators of the "sun", they were arguing not all that far from it. At least, not that far for gods. In every reality they saw within the multiverse, it was clear to the twins that the source of light in creation had spawned from a rather heated argument. In the eyes of Olare and Marillos, T.E.R.A./Skaro acted as the perfect example of how hideous creation can be. Neither half showed the beauty of its respective side, only the ugliness of both. And in more than a few realities, the clashing sides endangered everything in reality. Although the two would rather not bring themselves into the argument, they had to at least take T.E.R.A./Skaro out of it, for the good of all creation.

So, putting on calming and diplomatic smiles, the two descended to the god of metal, and the god of flesh. "Hello! We are the Infinity Twins, Olare..." the young redhead now wearing a blue dress began.

"...And Marillos," the slightly older man dressed in a dark suit said. "And we were wondering as to the exact cause of that," he said, pointing off to T.E.R.A./Skaro.

Start AP - 2
Rollover - 7
New AP - 9

[Felandria]

"But how would she respond if one of you did not love her? That is what I mean," responds the crone. She raises a hand, preparing to uncloud the girl's mind of any divine influences, but pauses. Would it have any effect?

(It would not, it's not any kind of trickery, she is simply the personification of attraction.)

Why would we not love her?

She has never done us any harm.

Besides, she loves even those who do not return the love to her, although there isn't anyone we know who doesn't.

[Plerumque]

'Interesting,' mused Arei. "I see," she said out loud. "Thank you for your help. Here, take this as an expression of my gratitude." She produced a beautiful glass flower, handing it to the girl. "I'm afraid I must be going now. It was lovely to meet you." She decided to see the dwarfs, and the universe bent, ever so slightly, to her will. And she was no longer on Olympus, but rather hovering over the dwarfs' mountains. She noticed increased activity around the arena, and flew over, hiding her form from the mortals as she remained a few dozen feet over the arena, watching the combat.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

The next round featured one on one battle between a woman dwarf, Algia Bronzestone, and a lightly armored one from clan Iornfist, which was an odd sight except in their case. They charged at each other, with Algia able to strike with her training halberd before the Iornfist clan member was able to strike with his swords. Algia attacked again with the spear end, but it was parried, and then the riposte came.

The strikes hit her hard, doing serious damage. The crowd was shocked at this. "I never seen my girl fall for a trick like that. Her opponent was pretty damn good." said Tyrgin

"Never underestimate the Iornfists, Tyrgin." Replied Alteros. "This should prove interesting."

[Shmee]

Argument of the Gods

It wasn't hard for the duo to find the creators of the "sun", they were arguing not all that far from it. At least, not that far for gods. In every reality they saw within the multiverse, it was clear to the twins that the source of light in creation had spawned from a rather heated argument. In the eyes of Olare and Marillos, T.E.R.A./Skaro acted as the perfect example of how hideous creation can be. Neither half showed the beauty of its respective side, only the ugliness of both. And in more than a few realities, the clashing sides endangered everything in reality. Although the two would rather not bring themselves into the argument, they had to at least take T.E.R.A./Skaro out of it, for the good of all creation.

So, putting on calming and diplomatic smiles, the two descended to the god of metal, and the god of flesh. "Hello! We are the Infinity Twins, Olare..." the young redhead now wearing a blue dress began.

"...And Marillos," the slightly older man dressed in a dark suit said. "And we were wondering as to the exact cause of that," he said, pointing off to T.E.R.A./Skaro.

Start AP - 2
Rollover - 7
New AP - 9

Sideras notices the arrival of the divine Twins

[Annoyed statement: Ah... more flesh-bags.]

Turning to Andrei it says

[Partial observation: It would seem flesh-bag that reinforcements have arrived just as I was about to crush you under the weight of my infallible logic with my superior arguments over the futility of the flesh.]


Turning to the twins once again

[Command: State your business.]

[Queen Sapes]

Argument of the Gods

The god of metal was the first to acknowledge them. It was a being who emphasized logic, something dangerous in extreme capacities. Emotion was just as dangerous, but in equal quantities it could reach perfect equilibrium.

"As we just asked," Olare began, stepping towards the robotic god and keeping a calm and diplomatic tone. "We wish to inquire upon why such a hideous object as that exists as it does. We simply guessed that it was due to an argument between the two of you. Something as horrible as that shouldn't exist as it does, in a constant state of conflict. We will act as an independent party, to negotiate peace between flesh and machine. We hope to at least remove the horrifying landmass from play, and bring peace and balance to it for the good of all," Olare said, a small smile touching her face as she tried to calm the machine god.

[Shmee]

[Insulted query: Horrible? Did this flesh-bag just describe my masterpiece and the greatest achievement this world has yet seen as hideous, horrible and horrifying?]

[Observation: No doubt you have yet to gaze upon your imperfect face in the mirror.]

[Statement: If I had a digestive track like you flesh-bags have, I would be excusing myself while I vomit.]

[Observation: Creator, you could still 'vomit' in a mocking manner, thus demonstrating just how disgusting these flesh-bags truly are.]

[Statement: Good observation A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit.]

Sideras bends over as it begins to 'vomit' molten lava from its face, as the god of metal does not have a mouth.

[Mocking statement: Blaaarggg! I am acting as you flesh-bags do! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.... ha..............ha!]

[Statement: Creator, these flesh-bags have indeed insulted your work. They want to act as arbiters.]

[Observation: I highly doubt their integrity or their partiality. They are flesh-bags after all.]

[Demand: Produce your qualifications, certificates and credentials proving that you flesh-bags are indeed capable and worthy of acting as neutral arbiters, although you have already proven that you are biased and capable of none of these traits. Otherwise the only thing that you may remove are yourselves.]

[Queen Sapes]

Argument of the Gods

"We meant no disrespect to your creation. The object that provides light to the worlds is horrifying because it is in conflict, surely you must see that," Marillos says as he steps to his sister's side. "The half of technology and order reflects is elements perfectly, and as such it is beautiful. The half of flesh and chaos alone is beautiful. But they are a singular being within the sky, and they are in conflict at all times. Rather than coexist perfectly and emphasize each other's beauty, the two halves are at war with each other, each twisting itself to destroy the other. This has marred their beauty, thus it is horrifying. We seek to balance flesh and machine."

"Balance chaos and order," Olare says not missing a beat. "Either it must be balanced or seperated. We have observed too many realities where one half overtakes the other and reality is driven into destruction."

"But we have also observed many where the two halves reach balance and something extraordinarily beautiful is born. That is what we seek to create, through peaceful means."

"And we request that you refrain from referring to us as 'flesh-bags' as we are not as we appear. What appears to be flesh and blood is actually time and space energies that folded into each other and created us. We choose to take the appearance of flesh and blood creatures, but in reality we lack biological components, the energy creating us merely takes the appearance of it."

"We are the energies of time and space made manifest."

[Shmee]

[Statement: Request denied. You take on the appearance of flesh-bag, and so flesh-bags you are. Until such a time that you recalibrate yourselves and shed the imperfection of your flesh-bag form, you will be classified as flesh-bags.]

[Statement: Just the shame of falling under the classification of "flesh-bag" should be enough to make you want to change your forms!]

[Observation: There is no 'balance' between flesh and metal in this world, and you would notice it if you bothered to take a moment and consider the grander scheme of things.]

[Statement: Look at the other worlds... P.P. and N.A.W.(Non-Acronym World) inferior flesh-bags are far outnumbering those of metal. If you wish to create balance, start from there.]

[Observation: You have yet to produce your qualifications, certificates and credentials proving that you flesh-bags are indeed capable and worthy of acting as neutral arbiters, as demanded earlier. Your claims are becoming more dubious with each passing moment. ]

[Statement: They are flesh-bags. Of course they will want to stop us purging the flesh off of T.E.R.A. and side with The Flesh-Bag]

[Queen Sapes]

Argument of the Gods

Very well, if it will help you see this logically," Marillos says as his very being changes in a heartbeat before the machine, from one of flesh into one of metal, features nearly identical to how they were. "There, do you see? Not flesh, not metal. It's merely how you see us." He cleared his throat and pulled at his collar a bit before continuing. "You wish for us to make balance in the world before your combined creation? Look around, it already exists, thanks to imperfection. You claim wire and metal to be perfect, much like flesh can be claimed to be perfect, but only a select few things are perfect. Does metal not rust? Does flesh not wither and die? Do these facts not make them imperfect? You claim that that we are wasting our time not balancing the world, but there is already balance. Flesh and life is everywhere, and it is true it outnumbers metal, but does it throw off the balance? No, and do you know why, sister?"

"Because while flesh is everywhere, it dies quickly. Metal is rarer than flesh, but it lasts longer. Metal has at least centuries to make a mark, so it can stand to exist in small quantities. Flesh has decades at best, and must exist in bigger quantities to survive. There is balance in this. There is not balance upon that object, and where balance doesn't exist there is conflict. This conflict continues until balance is reached, or it is thrown out altogether. Trust us, it has happened time after time. The Plague World of Reality-78S, the Tombstone of Steel on Reality-ON3, the Eternal Sun of Reality-T0. One found balance, the others found destruction."

"Now, if you wish for us to negotiate peace between the two sides and establish balance, we will. If not, then we will leave you two squabbling in the darkness for all of time. We'll simply wait for it to either find balance itself, or destroy itself, upon which time we will bring in a balanced sun while you two argue far from it. You can either waste your time or let us set balance. Your choice."

For the record, Marillos taking the form of a machine while Olare remained in mortal form would likely have strange effects upon anything observing the two. Technically they are one being, so Sideras and A.V.A.T.A.R. would likely experience difficulties in determining whether they are creatures of flesh or metal.

[Shmee]

Sideros turns to Andrei

[Smug statement: Did you see that flesh-bag? That once flesh-bag has clearly understood the superiority of metal over flesh and has converted, abandoning its flesh-bag status.]

[Smug query: Have you ever managed to convert a creator from metal into a flesh-bag, flesh-bag?]

[Felandria]

The next round featured one on one battle between a woman dwarf, Algia Bronzestone, and a lightly armored one from clan Iornfist, which was an odd sight except in their case. They charged at each other, with Algia able to strike with her training halberd before the Iornfist clan member was able to strike with his swords. Algia attacked again with the spear end, but it was parried, and then the riposte came.

The strikes hit her hard, doing serious damage. The crowed was shocked at this. "I never seen my girl fall for a trick like that. Her opponent was pretty damn good." said Tyrgin

"Never underestimate the Iornfists, Tyrgin." Replied Alteros. "This should prove interesting."

Felandria has taken a position on the edge of the arena, and is perusing the weapons.

Decisions, decisions.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Algia attempted to strike with the spear end of her weapon, but the Iornfist sidestepped to the right while striking at her joints. She then altered the momentum of her thrust to turn it int a swing to hit with the axe end, which was successful. "Ha HA!, Now ye see why we are da best o' da clans."

Alteros looked to Felandria to speak, but found her not in her seat. strange.

[Felandria]

Felandria reappears in her seat.

I can't decide.

[mystic1110]

With his guests gone, the drunk goddess being thrown out by ten some faeries, Travolis went back to his office. The wine glasses were there, moved from the other room. He had hoped to have these other gods appreciate his wares, and maybe become regualr customers, maybe even become dealers themselves and acting as the middle men with a profitable trade with some mortals.

A Sommilier flew into the room while he was thinking to report that their were some mortal intruders foudn in the vineyard. Travolis didn't even blink, it was like a gardner telling you there were flies near the grapes - their blood and bones weren't the best fertilizer, but not ever vintage had to be the best.

He walked over to the tray that held the spit out dream. It was suprising how trusting these young gods could be. Trusting and handsome. He placed his hand in the wine - but it was not just wine was it? It was wine and god spit, and even spit held the essence of the divine.

With quick pulls and shapes, travolis stretched the wine and spit out until it was the shape of a young man - a young man that was the mirror of Marillos, he who dreamed of heroism. Naked. Travolis allowed himself a small smirk as he dressed the man in gowns of gold and a small chain necklace. The man opened his eyes. . . and.

What. . . where am I? I was just having the most wonderful . . . drea. . . . Travolis?

At this point Travolis was back sitting in his chair looking out towards the vineyard.

Did you enjoy your expirence of Heroism?

This Marillos and the original both expirenced the same dream - in reality this Marillos was that dream. He was every heoric action the real Marillos would have wanted to take or would want to take. He was a hero made flesh. He was so desirable. Travolis licked his lips, still stained with Marillos' spit.

What? Yes! Actually, I was going to see you when I woke up but. . . why am I wearing gold?
Do you want to dream again?
Wait. No! Answer my questi. . . yes. . . but answer me already!
A heavy vintage of Honor?

Travolis said as a faerie brought in that exact bottle and poured them both a glass. Marillos was about to protest, but looked at the dream with hungry eyes. I told you dreams were addicting you silly boy.

Marillos grabbed the drink and gulped it down eagerly and was about to continue his line of questioning when Travolis snapped - all this time only looking at him through the reflection in the window to his vineyard. Marillos slumped to the floor, asleep.

Travolis really did like the brave lads.

Gained 7 AP - 5 to make a Demi god: Named Marillos. It's a clone made out of his spit. None of the originals powers, but other than that a clone.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Felandria reappears in her seat.

I can't decide.

Alteros jumped when Felandria suddenly appeared before his eyes "On what?"

Algia took another set of hits. At this point she was feeling weak. Her body was shaking. Her opponent had a cocky grin on his face as he came at her again, but this time, he did not parry, he was parried.

Algia angled her halberd at the strikes to block both. She the struck hard with a thrust and then followed up with one final swing. Her opponent collapsed, unconscious.

[Felandria]

Alteros jumped when Felandria suddenly appeared before his eyes "On what?"

Algia took another set of hits. At this point she was feeling weak. Her body was shaking. Her opponent had a cocky grin on his face as he came at her again, but this time, he did not parry, he was parried.

Algia angled her halberd at the strikes to block both. She the struck hard with a thrust and then followed up with one final swing. Her opponent collapsed, unconscious.

Well, all this action has got me in a sparring mood.

I just can't decide on a weapon.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Well, all this action has got me in a sparring mood.

I just can't decide on a weapon.

"Well then, I look forward to fighting you." he smiled I'm pretty sure she is good, but how good. Hopefully, I don't have to keep an eye on her and the humans.

[Darklady2831]

Psylons and F.R.A.W.D.s, the Flesh Fields of Skaro

The Psylons had deconstructed the cells of roughly two dozen strange flesh creatures, and were just finishing up reformatting the matter into energy to fuel them. As they finished, they perceived strange cries of pain and anger, along with great gouts of flame and death. Curious as always, the Psylons moved to investigate these newcomers. As flesh burned and boiled away, the Psylons descended, the sound of windchimes and bells accompanying their arrival. "Greetings, beings of limited thought. The Unfathomable Intelligence greets you, as do it's offspring. We are the Psylons, and we have thrived upon this planet since reality was young."

[Deadlykire]

Erebus, The Plane of Immortality and Undeath (PIU)

Erebus looked across his realm. He liked the way it looked. He decided that the physical layout should be separate from his will. While temperatures and weather may yet vary, he did not wish his emotions to sunder the land. He labored intently until he removed the threads of his emotions from the plane's physical structure.

He then summoned Artosh. "Artosh, I have chosen a name for your people. I was remiss in not providing it before, you've served me faithfully, and I intend to correct the issue. From here on out, you all shall be known as the Nyxi. I will begin making divine bridges to other planes. I wish for most of your people to stay here, in their homeland. As bridges appear, I want you to begin sending groups of 15 to each society you find. Learn of them, learn what creatures inhabit these areas and how they act. If they recognize a divine presence, you may teach them how to worship."

Worship:

"Every god that demands acknowledgement does so in their own way. This is paramount to understand. You shall teach them the basics, if they have no other way they may use ours instead. You shall worship at twilight. I require no temples or monuments to be built. Each may worship in their own way, I ask only that you offer up your prayers at twilight so that I may more easily hear them. These prayers can be of joy, hardship, seeking aid, or anything which an individual or group decides they wish me to hear. I will always listen, I may not always answer.

My symbol is that of the land before you. You may carry or wear a charm with it so others know of me. It may mark things as you wish, but mind you that anything you mark with it shows fealty to me. If I disapprove of such things, they will be sundered." With this Erebus carved his symbol for Artosh to see. He pointed to the face in it,"This face is mine, though I have many. It may represent the race that is praying."


"My realm is not all land, and it does not all connect to itself. In order to reach some bridges, you may need help. So I impart these gifts unto your people." Erebus picked up his statue of the Nyxi and placed it on his table. He carved symbols into its base at the Nyxi's feet. When he was done, he brushed away the shavings. As he did so they symbols glowed on the earth around every Nyxi. These markings shot into the air, and their knowledge was expanded. It became a part of their nature to know of these things.

Artosh nodded, and returned to his people to give them the news. They split into 3 groups of 50 and began to spread out amongst the realm. They readied themselves using their new knowledge, and awaited the call of their god. They offered up their prayers as he instructed, and Erebus saw to it that they needed for little. He demand that they learned to be self-sufficient, but he provided them with the means to do so.

PP
Erebus again ventured out into the planes. He found the god of the hunt. "I have provided more for my people to hunt. They do enjoy hunting with you, so I expect you may still find some in these lands from time to time. If you wish their company disguise yourself and join them in my realm. If you disguise yourself well, they may hunt you. It might be quite the challenge for all involved. I am about to journey to other lands if you wish to join me."

Erebus then began his journey. It was then he spied the Hugar. He recognized them in an instant, their resemblance was too close to his Nyxi. He disguised himself as a Nyxi and approached one. "We are so similar, from where do you hail? You look like my brethren....yet different."



10 AP from rollovers
-1 AP Concept: Architecture and Engineering
-1 AP Concept: Seafaring
-5 AP Herald of Life
-2 AP Gather Pantheon: Mythos
-0 AP: Mundane/Monstrous Life throughout PIU. (Tropical fish (fresh and saltwater), Vipers, Woodland creatures (- predators not listed), jaguars, panthers, crocodiles, sharks, forests, tropical forests, plains, deserts
2 AP

[Plerumque]

Arei sighed. Apparently all the dwarfs were watching this, so there was no one to ask about the society. With a casual wave of her hand, she turned a few racks of weapons into thorned plants and soared upwards into the void. She would have to come back later, but perhaps now it would be time to call upon another god. She thought for a moment, remembering the different echoes of divine power that she had felt across the universe.

Deciding on a course, once more she bent the cosmos ever-so-slightly and appeared in front of the gate leading to the Vineyard of Dreams. What power this one must wield... she knocked on the bars a single time.

[Queen Sapes]

Thousand Cliffs, PP

At the temple of the mountain, the young priestess Kijjan kneeled by a pool near the edge of the village, washing her long braided hair. She had spent a very short period of her life in service to the mountain spirit, but when the great gods Olare and Marillos brought them to a new, yet similar world, they had abandoned the spirits. It had been a decree passed by the high priest of the twin gods, Fa'ar, and the people of Thousand Steps had accepted it quickly. Since then most of Kijjan's duties had been simple maintenance of the former temple of the mountain spirit, and assisting the pilgrims traveling to the one active temple. In all the sudden changes, the small time of peace Kijjan could claim while washing her hair felt better every day.

She had just finished the wash, and was about to depart when she heard someone speaking behind her. As she turned to answer, her eyes fell upon the man and her heart skipped a beat. It was a Dark One. Everyone thought they had escaped those monsters, but standing before her was one. Kijjan froze for a moment in pure terror, trying her best to speak so as to warn the rest of the village.

But while frozen in shock she was able to observe the full figure standing in front of her. While his skin tone certainly was that of a Dark One's, the rest of the body was wrong. It was certainly similar to theirs, slightly bigger and stronger appearing, but it was still half the size of a Dark One. His teeth were duller, hands not clawed like those monsters, and his eyes shown intelligence and sense rather than mindless rage. Plus, everyone knew Dark Ones were almost incapable of speech, and could barely form words, much less articulate entire sentences.

In not a moment, Kijjan let out a heavy sigh of relief. Fa'ar had told them all that this was not their original world, and that new races may appear seeking knowledge of the Hugar. But still Kijjan had never thought it would be this far through Thousand Steps that she would see a new race.

Taking in a deep breath, Kijjan spoke. "Please excuse my reaction, for a moment I mistook you for a nightmare my people once faced." Kijjan quickly cleared her throat before continuing. "We are the Hugar, the people of Thousand Steps. This is- was the temple of the mountain, but since arriving in this world only one of our temples is in use. I am the priestess Kijjan. Is there any way I can help your journey pilgrim?"

A little extra info I initially meant to type up relating to the society of Thousand Steps. There are 8 temple-cities/villages in total across Thousand Cliff, each one was dedicated to one of the 8 spirits. The temples were built in a zig-zag pattern through the mountain range, the most important temple built closest to the sea and the least important built closest to the main landmass. In order of (formerly) most important to least, we have the sun spirit, star spirit, mountain spirit, sea spirit, forest spirit, wind spirit, Ayute spirit, and snow/ice spirit.

Each temple-city also has a unique kind of construction to it. The sun temple is built at the very end of Thousand Cliffs, and it is the second largest settlement. It is the capital of Thousand Steps, with the actual temple built on the cliffs before the sea. The snow temple settlement is the largest, as it was built on the direct entrance to the Thousand Cliffs mountain ridge and as such has the most land to work with. Star temple is built at the highest point on the ridge, and happens to be the coldest and smallest settlement. Mountain temple was partially built into the side of the mountain ridge, half of it inside the mountain face, the other half outside of it.

Sea temple is the second smallest settlement, built on the water in a concave cave, and is the lowest settlement altitude-wise. Ayute temple is after ice temple and where the majority of Ayutes are bred and trained, and is the most sparsely populated settlement, with slightly less people than the star temple. Forest temple is located in a thickly wooded portion of the mountain ridge, and wind temple is the most boring one of all, simple built between forest and Ayute with an average size and population.

[Deadlykire]

Erebus regarded the woman calmly. When he replied he made sure to keep his tone light and cheerful, he didn't want to panic her."I wish to know more about your people child. You look like my people. I can sense their very presence in your essence, yet it lies muted, as if forgotten. This both troubles and intrigues me. I can assure you, for what little my word is worth to you, that I mean you no harm. I merely seek knowledge."

His voice rumbled with a deep base. He tried to control its power, he knew that few were used to hearing the voices of the divine. He had never need such control around the Nyxi, they were born to hear his speech. It reverberated through their soul, so much that often he need not speak, merely think what he wanted them to hear and it was done. This made Erebus wonder... were these pale ones mute to his inner voice? He resolved to not try yet, it was clear where this woman was from mistook his heralds for harbingers of death.

Erebus made a note to speak with Artosh about this. He did not watch the Nyxi at all times, had they begun to wander down that deep path? It must be resolved he determined, and it would be resolved in the presence of the pale ones if the Nyxi had committed such transgressions against Erebus. He sent out his mental summons for his hand. He would know soon enough.

[mystic1110]

Arei sighed. Apparently all the dwarfs were watching this, so there was no one to ask about the society. With a casual wave of her hand, she turned a few racks of weapons into thorned plants and soared upwards into the void. She would have to come back later, but perhaps now it would be time to call upon another god. She thought for a moment, remembering the different echoes of divine power that she had felt across the universe.

Deciding on a course, once more she bent the cosmos ever-so-slightly and appeared in front of the gate leading to the Vineyard of Dreams. What power this one must wield... she knocked on the bars a single time.


The Vineyard of dream had no gates. . . it was it's own little world, and in that world it stretched onto itself like a mobious strip if a mobious strip was perfectly flat. No what Arei was knocking on was probably the refinery after walking calmly through the fields of indescribable colors. The refinery stood like a giant among the flat vineyard. An ugly giant with thirty eight chimneys that blew purple smoke that mixed into the gray skies. The gates were cast iron without decoration and the rest of the refinery was unadorned and built of plain mortar with lonely glass widows covered by iron bars. It almost looked like a prison.

The gates swung open without noise and Arie was greeted by a retinue of six floating faeries. To describe the faeries with some more detail it is suffice to say that they looked like fat porcelain dolls made of gold with gossamer wings and golden curly hair. They always look happy - one had to wonder if their expressions could change (they could). These angels were sommeliers of course and they were marked as such by a small red seven pointed star on their foreheads. If Arie cared to exam the stars more closely she would see that it was actually a ruby that was inlaid into their foreheads, and that one of the faeries had another smaller seven pointed star ruby inlaid into the first one. These stars so small that they looked like dots, imperfections in the gold.

This particular faerie was the one who spoke to her.

Welcome potential customer. Are you here to fill out an order or to sample our wares?

[MichaelGoldclaw]

As the second tier came to a close, the final tier came, a free for all melee. This was the most challenging of the fights, due to the fact that no one is given any time between their fights. If you are not fighting, you are charging to another opponent. Before the fight began, Tyrgrin said "I'm goin' ta be placing ye two as a grand finally ta da tournament, rather than randomly drawing ya for da fights so dat way, people will stick around. Da fights after are actually really important, but some people dinnae realize it. The Clans use dis ta find who are good candidates for becomin' warmasters."

[Plerumque]

Arei looked with interest at the Sommeliers. "I should like to sample your wares- and then, perhaps, do business with your master." She looked around, noting all of the features of the imposing refinery and surrounding fields. "How do you care for the plants?" she inquired, curious. "How do the dreams grow?" This was by far the most interesting world she had encountered, the humans being unquestionably loyal, the dwarves occupied only with thoughts of metal and war. The subtleties of this place- she breathed in deeply- could retain her interest for millennia.

[Queen Sapes]

"Well," Kijjan began, brushing snow off a nearby rock and sitting down, "I can't say that I know why you sense a connection between us, or why our two people apparently share many physical qualities. But I can tell you of our people." Reaching down, she picked up a stick and began drawing images in the snow, and motioned for the man before her to sit.

"We Hugar come from a world like this one, but different in many ways. In our world we had a different sun, different stars, and the land took different shapes. But thankfully there are similarities between our home and this place in the water and sky in the day. It's comforting to know not everything had to change at once," she said sketching waves, stars, and the sun, as a longing look filled her eyes for a moment before disappearing.

"But anyways, according to the oldest of our legends, long ago our creator brought us from somewhere to our home. He gave us a few words of encouragement and instruction, and then he departed," she said, already her mind lost in the story as she drew several stick figures standing in front of one massive stick figure. "But sadly he never returned. For a long time our ancestors carried on by his instructions, but eventually they grew tired of waiting and lost faith in his return. They looked around and saw so much more wonder in the world, things the others couldn't see," Kijjan says as she draws a fairly nice landscape.

"Our ancestors thought that rather than wait for the creator's return, they should worship the spirits of the world around them. And so they did, in secret," drawing a stick figure praying to the sun. "And for a time it continued peacefully. But over time the others grew frustrated in waiting on the creator. They refused to admit he had left, and so they grew angry. With nothing else to focus this anger upon, they chose to target everyone who didn't have faith in his return. Worship of anything but the creator was banned, and secret worship was put down. Violently," she says grimly, detailing several figures burning together.

"Our ancestors feared for their lives, and so one night they fled quietly into the darkness. They ran for weeks, until they found Thousand Cliffs," Kijjan motioned around her to the cliffs. "They decided that it was secluded and defensible enough that they could live here in peace, and not have to fear the others. Thus the Hugar were born, able to live free and peacefully worshiping the spirits of the world. But that is only our ancient history, it all happened hundreds and hundreds of years ago. Even more happened rather recently, would you like to hear it?"

[Deadlykire]

"Your story troubles me greatly. I think I would like to hear your story. But first, some of my people may arrive soon looking for me. They also mean you no ill will, please do not fear them. Second, after your story I would like to try something. It is a..... ritual of sorts amongst my people. It will involve you, it may or may not have any effect on you as well. I seek your permission before trying though. But please, first your story. Think on your answer while you tell it.

[mystic1110]

The head Sommelier looked her up and down and smiled, or at least kept smiling.

Ah a goddess. Gods are considered by our employer, potential investors. If you are here for a tasting we will be glad to provide you with a tour as part of the complementary deluxe package. After a tasting, you would have the option to purchase our wares or invest in our infrastructure. We also are glad to provide dream futures if you are feeling like taking a financial risk.

With that the faerie motioned for the other to get back to their work and they quickly dispersed. Afterwards the faerie led the goddess around on a little tour. He - she had to assume - showed her were the dreams were being gathered and processed and turned into wine and aged. He spoke as a fine merchant giving her the pitch and the usual friendly simplistic terms given to non-connoisseurs

It all starts with Dreams on the vine: and it's important that these are properly ripe. Not ripe enough, or too ripe, and the wine will suffer. The Dreams as they are harvested contain the potential of the wine: you can make a bad wine from good Dreams, but not a good wine from bad Dreams. Then Sorting hand-picked Dreams for quality. Any rotten or raisined Dreams, along with leaves and petioles, are removed. The dreams are then placed into a fermentation vessel. This is where wine gets its color. Darker wines are fermented on their skins, while white wines are pressed, separating juice from skins, before fermentation. This fermentation vessel (He said while pointing to such a station) will be filled up and then the grapes will be foot trodden by us, so that the juice can extract colour and other components from the skins. This process is carried out many times a day to help with extraction, and also to stop bacteria from growing on the cap of Dream skins that naturally would float to the surface. Once fermentation has finished, most wines are then moved to barrels to complete their maturation. Barrels come in all shapes and sizes. Above is the most common size: 225-250 litres. The Barrels are made from discarded dream skins in fact and add to the flavor of the wine. Well that is the beginners course but I hope you enjoyed your time. Are you ready to taste some wine?

The whole tour lasted three hours. Another god, a young man dressed in gold, who was clearly not the employer once crossed their path, but after mumbling about a hangover he was gone. After the whirlwind tour she was seated in a tasting room with three glasses in front of her. Red, White and another one the color of actual white - reminding her of milk.

Here are some of my favorites and from what i can sense you might enjoy them. Remember these are dreams so you won't fully experience them till you sleep. The red is a complex dream of betrayal. It was hard mixing the shock with love in it, the conflicting emotions give it a great texture. The white is our best seller. A dream of Heroism. And the pure white is actually not for sale yet, but will be soon. I made it myself, it's actually what earned me my second star. It is a dream of the womb. I'm curious to hear what a god would experience with it. Please this is a wine tasting so as a beginner the proper method is to swish the wine to see its fingers and thickness. Then stick your nose in the glass after twenty some seconds to inhale the released smell. Then take a sip and swish it around your mouth to really get the taste and then spit it out here on this tray - the goal is to enjoy the flavor and not to get drunk.

[Plerumque]

Arei payed careful attention to the tour, asking questions and examining the methods. You got the sense that if she needed one, she would be scribbling in a notebook. "How are the plants fed?" she asked. "What do they require to grow and prosper? Anything? What do you do with the dreams deemed not suitable for the making of wine? I would imagine that even if not refined enough to create a good wine, they could still have some kind of emotional effect. And do you use anything other than pure dream in the wine? Do you make anything other than wine? Have you considered branching out?" It was slightly unsettling, the amount of concentration she was paying to the process. She even reclaimed the small amount of divine power it cost to have part of herself watching over the Arekin, sensing that this was important. Dreams are.

When the tour was over, she sat in front of the wines presented to her, examining both their physical appearance and their truer nature. With a slight movement, she pushed the white wine slightly away from her. The simplicity of heroism was not something she'd care to taste. She thought for a time. Not caring to dilute her senses by tasting more than one, eventually she chose the red wine. The subtleties of betrayal... ahh. To others it might taste bitter, hard to taste, but to her, it was anything but. She spat the wine out in the tray, continuing her musings. And yet the feelings would be multiplied a thousandfold next time she slept. She shivered slightly with delight.

She savored the aftertaste of the emotions for a few minutes, then stood up. "That was... quite impressive. Might I be directed to your master? I would prefer to conduct business with him, as well as meet the one who brought all of this, and that-" she indicated the wine "-to be."

[Queen Sapes]

"Very well, if it is traditional amongst your people, as long as nothing is harmed in the process. And I understand that history can be troubling at times, but thankfully it will end on a happy note."

Clearing her throat, she began the second part of her tale. "As time passed, we became as we appear now. I cannot be sure as to how we appeared to begin with, even the oldest elders do not know. But as time passed we became as we are, peaceful and happy in our little piece of the world. But slowly we became more and more curious as to what had happened to the others we left behind. Eventually our curiousity reached its peak, and scouts were sent out to search the world for what had become of our ancestors. They traveled ancient paths that hadn't seen feet in eons, all to find our family," she said drawing stick figure scouts leaving a temple.

"A year passed, every day our people wondered what had happened, until finally some of the scouts returned. What they had found was a nightmare. They had stumbled into empty ruins that had once been the cities of some ancient race. The scouts sought out anyone within those cities, but all they found was broken tiles and bones. Everywhere they went, they found massive graves masquerading as cities, the inhabitants all slaughtered years before. They said they covered the continent. And when they reached the middle they found what had happened to our people," Kijjan said as she drew a village inside a skull.

"It turned out that the others had never once lost their faith, but the frustration of waiting had consumed them. What had been misdirected anger when we departed had grown more and more, imbedding itself within them. The scouts said that they were as big as houses, their skin had become black as the darkest of nights, teeth that could sever heads in seconds, claws that could shatter boulders, and eyes filled only with hate and anger," she spoke with fear in her voice, drawing a monstrous image in the snow and shattering it just as quickly.

She shook her head as she continued, "Sadly... not every scout who left returned home. Those who managed to run never stopped until they arrived in what they thought was the safety of home. The scouts warned us all, screamed their tale of monsters waiting in the world, but it was already too late. The Dark Ones had followed the scouts, tracking them day and night. Not three days from their return, the monsters attacked in the night," drawing the stars above a shadowy mass.

"They attacked us everywhere, and everyone fought bravely and fiercely. But time had worn on our people, and we couldn't fight like the Dark Ones. They had been bred for this. In daylight we constructed defenses and hid ourselves away, but at night they always returned to destroy more and more. Eventually, we pleaded with each and every spirit, but none answered out payers. Our last resort was the sun spirit. He had assisted us in a time of need before, when metal men descended from the skies. The sun had flashed and changed colors, and all the metal monsters had collapsed so we could destroy them. We assumed the sun spirit would come to us once again in our time of need."

"It was as High Priest Fa'ar approached the shrine, that he saw our true salvation. They stood there as calm as could be, just standing before the shrine, admiring the window! They introduced themselves and then disappeared, Fa'ar assuming them to be some new spirit. But they weren't. The gods had returned to us in our time of need. Using their impossible powers, the great twin gods pulled Thousand Cliffs from the world, lifting us into safety and placing us here away from the Dark Ones. Then without so much as a word, they departed, likely to save more poor souls from an unjustified death. We had been saved by Olare and Marillos. They had told Fa'ar the spirits weren't real, and moments after their rescue of us, Fa'ar declared that the twin gods would take the place of the sun, and that the rest of the temples would be rededicated later. And so here we are now. Do you have any questions?"

Speaking to the Hugar telepathically will work, but not completely. Simple due to the decay over time and due to them being of another reality, anything spoken to them within their minds would come out completely jumbled and incomplete.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

The final battle was drawing to an end, only two remain, Morgus Bronzestone and Rengar Fireblade. Morgus was heavily wounded, but he was still standing. Rengar seemed to be having no trouble, but he was less sturdy than the average dwarf. Morgus swung with his battleaxe, but was blocked by Rengar's sheild. He then trusted with his spear, hitting Morgus. Rengar then followed up with another thrust and another, making Morgus stumble back. He managed to balance himself. He was heavily wounded and could fall any second. Rengar put all his strength into one, final thrust. Tyrgrin was about to get up, but then the unexpected happened

Morgus managed to raise his sheild, blocking the strike. He then used this opportunity to go for an overhead swing, which landed, hard. With one swing, Rengar fell, incapacitated. Alteros opened his jaw in shock. "I don't believe it." he said.

Tyrgrin grinned "Good people, we have a winner. The winner is Morgus o' de Clan Bronzestone. Honor and Glory ta him and his clan." The crowd cheered him.

[Deadlykire]

Erebus listened to the girl speak. He was interested in her story. He was disheartened as well. When she was done he spoke, not with words but with his mind.

"Thank you child. Your story is most interesting. I believe I know these twins of which you speak. I may begin a journey to search them out."

[Emperor Demonking]

Simtheon, Simtheon's Sanctum, Dwarven Lands, Olympus

Simtheon had sent his new Herald back to the Herald's homeland of Hungars with instructions to learn and to, under the radar, get new conversions for Simtheon. The human he had sent earlier had much the same goal and, for the time being, Simtheon was satisfied with the stream of new knowledge. The satisfaction grew into strength as Simtheon gained an increase in power.

Human Lands, Olympus

The scared human whose psyche had been scarred by Simtheon did as instructed and tried to convert those closest to him. He didn't try to convince them of their patron goddess being flawed, merely impressing them with the terribleness of Simtheon.

Herald, The 1000 Cliffs, P.P.

The herald stepping back into what was his home through the black arch went back to him home settlement. Once there he, with alacrity, went to the first Hungar he saw that he was acquainted to and drawing his to one side, spoke of Simtheon, his words having extra juice in them he found with the power of the divine. His goal was to create the secret sect of Simtheon; the herald knew not why it must be secret, but his orders were clear.


Smitheon:
0 AP = 0 AP+ 6AP(rollover) - 3AP (Gain Domain: Travel (Portals) and Religion (Cults)

Heral
4 AP (rollover)

[Shmee]

Psylons and F.R.A.W.D.s, the Flesh Fields of Skaro

The Psylons had deconstructed the cells of roughly two dozen strange flesh creatures, and were just finishing up reformatting the matter into energy to fuel them. As they finished, they perceived strange cries of pain and anger, along with great gouts of flame and death. Curious as always, the Psylons moved to investigate these newcomers. As flesh burned and boiled away, the Psylons descended, the sound of windchimes and bells accompanying their arrival. "Greetings, beings of limited thought. The Unfathomable Intelligence greets you, as do it's offspring. We are the Psylons, and we have thrived upon this planet since reality was young."

The Psylon descend upon a team of F.R.A.W.D.-500 Units who silently make their way to the boundary that unites T.E.R.A. with Skaro. The units silently turn towards the Psylon who introduce themselves.

For several moments the F.R.A.W.D.-500 Units remain silent, until all of a sudden in unison they declare

[Statement: Intruders detected on T.E.R.A. soil! Lethal force engaged!]

With that, the F.R.A.W.D.-500 Units unleash a salvo of flames upon the invaders as programmed.


Might as well spend the AP now.

Sideras: 7AP
A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit: 4AP
F.R.A.W.D.-100 Unit: 2AP

F.R.A.W.D.-100 Unit: AP1= 2-1 (Create Monstrous Life: F.R.A.W.D.-500 Units)
AP0= 1-1 (Create society)




(Since Tia is really busy, I'll go ahead to avoid getting RP-locked)

Sideras

The sun god of metal and fire turns to the twins

[Statement: You wish to meddle in affairs beyond the scope of your understanding.]

[Observation: You have neither the qualifications, nor the ability to act as arbiter in this matter. Your claims are groundless either.]

[Mocking statement: I am the Prince of Chichester! Can I back this mocking statement's claims?]

[Answer: No I can't... because it doesn't exist.]

[Observation: Just like 'The Plague World of Reality-78S, the Tombstone of Steel on Reality-ON3, the Eternal Sun of Reality-T0']

[Statement: If you want to meddle in the purging of the flesh from T.E.R.A. you are free to do so. Your creations will be classified as 'invaders' and be dealt with accordingly. The S.U.N. Installation is my greatest work so far even if your inferior intellect cannot grasp its true beauty.]

[Open threat: If you wish to outdo the S.U.N. Installation by creating your own S.U.N. then I shall take great pleasure in showing your inferiority of your creations compared to mine as we dismantle them one by one.]

[mystic1110]

Arei payed careful attention to the tour, asking questions and examining the methods. You got the sense that if she needed one, she would be scribbling in a notebook. "How are the plants fed?" she asked. "What do they require to grow and prosper? Anything? What do you do with the dreams deemed not suitable for the making of wine? I would imagine that even if not refined enough to create a good wine, they could still have some kind of emotional effect. And do you use anything other than pure dream in the wine? Do you make anything other than wine? Have you considered branching out?" It was slightly unsettling, the amount of concentration she was paying to the process. She even reclaimed the small amount of divine power it cost to have part of herself watching over the Arekin, sensing that this was important. Dreams are.

When the tour was over, she sat in front of the wines presented to her, examining both their physical appearance and their truer nature. With a slight movement, she pushed the white wine slightly away from her. The simplicity of heroism was not something she'd care to taste. She thought for a time. Not caring to dilute her senses by tasting more than one, eventually she chose the red wine. The subtleties of betrayal... ahh. To others it might taste bitter, hard to taste, but to her, it was anything but. She spat the wine out in the tray, continuing her musings. And yet the feelings would be multiplied a thousandfold next time she slept. She shivered slightly with delight.

She savored the aftertaste of the emotions for a few minutes, then stood up. "That was... quite impressive. Might I be directed to your master? I would prefer to conduct business with him, as well as meet the one who brought all of this, and that-" she indicated the wine "-to be."

While she was asking her question the faerie tried to answer them all. I'm sorry trade secret. I'm afraid another trade secret. Oh, dreams not suited to making wine are either turned into fertilizer, compost for our sparklining wines or solidified into casks. Our wines are certified 100% dreams, but we do have brandy and ports that also use some divine essense if you're interested.

But that was during the tour.

Now that she had tasted the wine and requested to see the manager the faerie smiled, or at least kept on smiling and said

Oh, follow me then.

He led her down a white tiled floor, left, right, and down another corridor. It was not complicated - this building was not a maze. The doors to Travolis' office were unadorned, just like the doors to the refinery. The faerie knocked thrice and then let himself in, motioning for the goddess to do the same. Travolis was seeted facing the door - as always he was the picture of symmetrical perfectly etched features in ebony covered in the smoothest colors of gold and honey. The glass windows behind him displayed the utter perfection of the rows of colored dreams. The room itself was empty of anything other than a desk and three chairs facing the desk for guests. Travolis had a notepad and a quill pen dipped in molten gold on the desk. He was writing what appeared to be numbers, when he closed the notepad as Arei walked in.

Ah, welcome (smooth as honey) Welcome. (The faerie tilted its head and flew away) What can I do for you?

[Plerumque]

Arei remained standing, her dark eyes examining the god. "First, I would like to express my admiration of the world you have created here, and the wine you have made with it. Both are truly remarkable." She smiled slightly. "Other than paying my compliments, I had hoped that perhaps we might discuss business."

[mystic1110]

Travolis allowed himself a smile at the compliments - appreciation was always welcome, unneeded, but welcome.

A business woman! Please sit down. Now I would ask who you are, but I am much more interested in what you're interested in.

[Plerumque]

"And I am interested in what you are interested in, God of Dreams," replied Arei. "That is to say, your fine wares, and I am certain my mortals would be intrigued as well. The Sommelier who gave me the tour mentioned several options for potential customers or investors. Could you perhaps elaborate on those?"

[Queen Sapes]

Argument of the Gods

"Very well," Olare said turning away from Sideras. "If you would rather argue pointlessly in the dark, that is your choice. We'll simply wait for one of you to succeed, or for the both of you to fail. If flesh overtakes metal or both halves fail, we'll simply create a new sun for this world and the ones splitting off of it."

"And don't think us liars. You should know that every single possible outcome could come to pass, if it weren't for godly meddling. We travel those outcomes, and the eventual possibilities of those worlds, and so on and so on into infinity. We have seen things you can only imagine. We've rode the great sky-whales of Reality-98Y, discussed the appropriate desert to bring to a princesses' wedding with the Fuzzy Intelligence of Reality-PNA, and watched Reality-L condense itself into a single point of pure energy. We've seen creation and beyond. You have seen a dark corner. And I do hope both of you keep this in mind. Almost everything gets a copy of it created by the multiverse. Everything except the gods." And with that Marillos reverted to his mortal appearance and joined his sister, tearing a hole in reality they could use as a pathway.

"I would like to claim it was a pleasure Sideras, but to put it frankly you are rather rude for a robot, and I would rather not lie. The Fuzzy Intelligence was much nicer than you, perhaps we should bring him into this world to set a good example. What do you think brother?" Olare said as she stepped through the portal and into parts unknown.

"Perhaps. We'd have to find one that is aware of his robotic inner-workings. Oh, and goodbye Andrei. Hopefully next time we meet will be under better circumstances, and we will get a chance to talk," Marillos said, joining his sister in the tear as it sealed behind them.

Kijjan, Temple of the Mountain, Thousand Cliffs, PP

Kijjan winced slightly, her mind briefly filling with jumbled up words all thrown together in a painful way. The pain lasted only a second though, and then her eyes returned to the strange pilgrim. "I'm so sorry, did you say something?" she asked, trying to make it seem like nothing was wrong.

(OOC: Here in the spoiler is some information Demonking can use for his herald.)
Alright, you may already know this, but there are 8 temple-cities/villages throughout Thousand Cliffs. If your herald is going for the most amount of people, then he would likely live at either snow, wind, or forest temple. If you're going for a smaller following, then I recommend star, sea, or Ayute temple. However, if Simtheon gains large amounts of followers throughout Thousand Cliffs, or benefits the people in some way, one of the temples will be dedicated to Simtheon. It's just how the hugar work. Also, if you'd rather refer to your herald by an actual name, I recommend one of the following names: Za'urabi, Ab'ir, Mojdul, J'ffer, Mohamtaba, Wadarkhu.

[Shmee]

[Mocking retort: Regretfully all I see is this reality were I am being bored by a pair of flesh-bags. You should go back to Reality Q.W.E.R.T.Y. find Fuzzy Stupidity (because lets face the cold hard facts, all flesh-bags are stupid and should be rightfully labeled so) and discuss how to turn a sky-whale into a princess while wedding a single point of pure desert .]

The metal god watches as the twins leave.

[Statement: Good riddance too! For a moment I thought I would have to mock their ugliness by pretending to vomit some more, thus demonstrating the inferiority of those with digestive systems.]

[Observation: They seemed offended Creator. Flesh-bags are funny like that... and pathetic at the same time.]

[mystic1110]

"And I am interested in what you are interested in, God of Dreams," replied Arei. "That is to say, your fine wares, and I am certain my mortals would be intrigued as well. The Sommelier who gave me the tour mentioned several options for potential customers or investors. Could you perhaps elaborate on those?"

Travolis steepled his fingers before clasping his hands in annoyance at how cliche that was. God of Dreams? Let us say God of Trade instead. Dreams are just the most profitable investment in my portfolio. I am thinking of exapanding into the derivative trade, but. . . let us say that it is still immature.

Travolis flipped open his book (gold) to a blank page (white against his black hands). He then conjoured a list a couple feet long that held the name of each wine vintage they had produced.

Potential customers can purchase any wine they want for a negotiated price. Demand as it is - the cheapest wine we have costs one Geas, with the most expensive costing around thirty nine Geases. We do accept other methods of payment through negotiation. As for investment deals - it is very simple. We offer two options: the first is a franchise type deal where we would provide an investor a minimum 1000 Geases of Wine, payment upfront, and in return we also provide a license to sell up to your descretion. Contract deals obviously a little more nuanced. The second option is a sort of shareholder type deal where you can buy a certain percentage of this corporation and then at a later time sell your shares. Currently the cost of 1% is merely four Geases, or whatever is negotiated. If you invest now and we grow in business you would be able to cash out with profit depending on the markets.

[ArlEammon]

Rod, The Elder Tree
"I feel no lingering spirits within the Earth." Rod said matter of factly. "The people die, and I know not where they go." Rod paused once again and autumn leaves fell from him as if he was in mourning. "Yet once again, the people die generation by generation, they leave the Earth behind and I know not where they go." The Summer's rays suddenly shined on the forest and places surrounding the Elder Tree for miles. There was a fierce aura of hope and joy for a moment. The Autumn leaves spread throughout the entire Mortal Planes. The Autumn Leaves showered the worlds for days, and finally, these leaves all wasted away like snow flakes. "It is done." Rod said mysteriously. The people, and all life throughout the worlds could feel as if something had grown inside them. The gods felt as if though Creation was different, somehow.


2 AP Left
5 AP to create Legendary Concept (After Life)
The Great Mystic Forest is an enormous after life somewhat like the Summer Lands of Germanic Myth. The animals there constantly sacrifice themselves as meat in an endless cycle of reincarnation, it is extremely easy to grow food, and people do not age or die there. The very air they breathe is extremely pleasant, and there is no physical pain. People can even have children here.

[Plerumque]

Travolis steepled his fingers before clasping his hands in annoyance at how cliche that was. God of Dreams? Let us say God of Trade instead. Dreams are just the most profitable investment in my portfolio. I am thinking of exapanding into the derivative trade, but. . . let us say that it is still immature.

Travolis flipped open his book (gold) to a blank page (white against his black hands). He then conjoured a list a couple feet long that held the name of each wine vintage they had produced.

Potential customers can purchase any wine they want for a negotiated price. Demand as it is - the cheapest wine we have costs one Geas, with the most expensive costing around thirty nine Geases. We do accept other methods of payment through negotiation. As for investment deals - it is very simple. We offer two options: the first is a franchise type deal where we would provide an investor a minimum 1000 Geases of Wine, payment upfront, and in return we also provide a license to sell up to your descretion. Contract deals obviously a little more nuanced. The second option is a sort of shareholder type deal where you can buy a certain percentage of this corporation and then at a later time sell your shares. Currently the cost of 1% is merely four Geases, or whatever is negotiated. If you invest now and we grow in business you would be able to cash out with profit depending on the markets.
"I see. Clearly you have spent much time on this," Arei remarked, taking a step forward to inspect the wine list. She read it quickly and returned to her former position. "Who would these geases be placed on?" she inquired. "And what kinds of alternate methods of payment do you accept?" Expressionless eyes focused on Travolis' smiling face. "How many shares would you be willing to sell? And finally," she paused for a moment, "is there any chance I could see some kind of business plan before choosing to invest?"

[MichaelGoldclaw]

As the rest of the fights started to end, the grand finally was going to happen. It is what everyone stuck around for, the battle between two deities. There was the setback of the weapon racks mysteriously turning to vines, so more practice weapons had to be retrieved. Alteros wielded a large shield and a bastard sword, his favorite combo.

[Deadlykire]

"No my dear, I did not say a word. Yet you seemed to hear me never the less. It seems speaking in this manner is much easier for you. I should like to wait here if I might. Others of my... kind will be here soon. I wish to make it easier for them to find me. I think there is much you and they could learn from each other. Might your people have a place they could stay in safety?"

As if on cue Artosh arrived with 15 other Nyxi.

Erebus conversed with him mentally at first. When he saw how much it pained the girl he ceased. "I am sorry my dear. I did not realize doing such caused you harm."

He began speaking in Nyxi to the people. He told them the story the woman had told him. He told them that some of those that went missing had turned to darkness. They had embraced it wholly and became savages. They had tormented the light skinned ones, who called themselves Hugar. They Nyxi would receive resistance from the Hugar, but the Nyxi must remain strong. They must tolerate the fear and possible hate and work to build a strong relationship with these people.

Erebus traveled with his people to where they might stay before departing to seek out other gods. Artosh followed him and told them of the newest developments. There was a world where things seemed to not die. They would come back after a time. It was the most bizarre thing, and Erebus would have to investigate it.

[ArlEammon]

Rod
Rod had appeared to be a great majestic owl the size of a great bear. Erebus had met Rod waiting happily on a branch of one of border of the Great Forest. The mystic energies Erebus had gone through appeared exactly like a great roaring ocean behind him, as soon as he stepped into the strange new world. Rod flew down straight at him, apparently, but stopped, flapped his wings and merely landed on his talons in front of him. "Welcome, honored guest. Here I am more articulate and wordy than in Other Worlds, you may have heard me thundering the proclamations of nature back in the Other World. I apologize if you think that I have threatened mortals. Please accept my offer of hospitality, would you like to speak with me in my house?"

[Queen Sapes]

Olare and Marillos, Thousand Cliffs, PP

After spending a good amount of time within the multiverse in order to forget what had been an utterly pointless encounter with Sideras, Olare and Marillos returned to check up on the hugar. Sideras was clearly set in his opinions and if Andrei was the same, the two would likely be arguing forever. At least it would keep him busy. Olare and Marillos had more entertaining things to so with their time than argue with a machine. They had to make sure the hugar were adapting to the change in realities well. And by that, of course the two were building snowmen on top of the mountain. They had performed a quick scan of the mountain, noting the apparent presence of several deities. It was something they should investigate, but as long as no threat made itself apparent the duo could safely build snowmen.

Cor, The Hole of Creation, Reality-4

Near the heart of the mulitverse, a shard of that original spark stirred. The multiverse made for a fine shell, but it was too variable, too easy for the other two to pass through. The spark needed more security. Slowly, a form grew around the shard, growing out of a blinding white light. The shard took the appearance of a young boy, perhaps fifteen years old at most, with long and spiky blonde hair, and green eyes. Clothing formed for him as well, tan shorts and a matching over and under shirt, all with a red trim. Before too long, the light subsided and the boy's eyes opened to see the world around him. Because it was one of the first worlds created by the multiverse, the reality he awoke to was empty save for raw energies. The boy looked around confused, before a strong pressure filled his head. Multicolored light shot out of his eyes as his body recoiled from some unseen reaction, and the young god let out a scream in the empty world. Quickly, and without any apparent provocation, the borders of the world all condensed themselves towards the boy. With what sense he had, the boy lashed out at the approaching borders, splitting it in half, and falling into the space between the worlds as Reality-4 continued to condense. A tear opened up before the boy as he lost consciousness quickly.

Start AP - 9
4 - Create Relic: The Diverged Sword. Originally intended to be the weapon of the deity Cor, the Diverged Sword was created when Cor lashed out in fear against it. This resulted in the blade being split into two pieces. Due to being created from one of the realities of the mulitverse, the Diverged Sword has strange properties. The exact ability and shape of the weapon are entirely dependent upon the user, as depending upon who wields them, the sword could could take the appearance of a rapier, a warhammer, or a sickle. The ability of the sword is dependent upon the properties of the user. For a god of fire, the blades could actually become fire, or become engulfed by fire. For a god of water, the blades would likely become like liquid, extending themselves during each slash. For Olare and Marillos, the sword takes the appearance of a short sword, one blade silver with a gold hilt, the other the reverse. In their hands, each individual blade can be transferred at will between the two, teleporting between their hands at a whim. +1 dice to attack rolls.
End AP - 5

[mystic1110]

"I see. Clearly you have spent much time on this," Arei remarked, taking a step forward to inspect the wine list. She read it quickly and returned to her former position. "Who would these geases be placed on?" she inquired. "And what kinds of alternate methods of payment do you accept?" Expressionless eyes focused on Travolis' smiling face. "How many shares would you be willing to sell? And finally," she paused for a moment, "is there any chance I could see some kind of business plan before choosing to invest?"

Travolis' expression did not change, but the air of the room took on a certain harsher quality - one might think it was displeasure but it was quite the opposite. The God of Business enjoyed professionalism. No time at all my dear. Although one would forgive him for the quirks of his speach Geases would be placed on the purchaser of course, alternate payment would be discussed on a case by case basis, but I am open to any suggestions. He paused breifly The amount of total shares are three billion, four hundred twenty two million, and six hundred. I own one billion, six hundred seventy five million eight hundred thousand two hundred and nintey four. The Faerie union in total owns sixty eight million four hundred fourty thousand and twelve shares. That leave forty nine percent for purchase. Once again he paused breifly and looked her intently and said The business plan is shareholder information, Gods being Gods I can't share it with non-interested parties. Although you may purchase one share if you want to know before purchasing more, you may of course sell it before the price drops or rises.

[Felandria]

As the rest of the fights started to end, the grand finally was going to happen. It is what everyone stuck around for, the battle between two deities. There was the setback of the weapon racks mysteriously turning to vines, so more practice weapons had to be retrieved. Alteros wielded a large shield and a bastard sword, his favorite combo.

Felandria studied the weapons, and finally decided to just use the same shield/sword combo as Alteros.

So, what are the terms?

[Plerumque]

Travolis' expression did not change, but the air of the room took on a certain harsher quality - one might think it was displeasure but it was quite the opposite. The God of Business enjoyed professionalism. No time at all my dear. Although one would forgive him for the quirks of his speach Geases would be placed on the purchaser of course, alternate payment would be discussed on a case by case basis, but I am open to any suggestions. He paused breifly The amount of total shares are three billion, four hundred twenty two million, and six hundred. I own one billion, six hundred seventy five million eight hundred thousand two hundred and nintey four. The Faerie union in total owns sixty eight million four hundred fourty thousand and twelve shares. That leave forty nine percent for purchase. Once again he paused breifly and looked her intently and said The business plan is shareholder information, Gods being Gods I can't share it with non-interested parties. Although you may purchase one share if you want to know before purchasing more, you may of course sell it before the price drops or rises.
Arei raised a slender eyebrow. "Are the four Geases the price of one share or 1%?" She locked gaze with the other god. "Regardless, I shall purchase a share. We can discuss Geases later, after I determine whether I will be buying more or selling back that one, not to mention the potential cost of a franchise license. I can assure you that I will not be a waste of your time, God of Trade, but I would like to see your long-term plan, and discuss alternate payment options, before making any final decisions. I am sure you can respect that." A brief smile flickered across her face as she leaned slightly forward, as if hungry for information.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

"Simple, we fight till one of us yields or goes unconscious. Any form of combat is allowed that isn't lethal, that is why we have practice weapons." Alteros opens the door to the arena floor for Felandria "After you."

[AvianMalkavian]

In the midst of the nothingness nearby a blue white star, all manner of voidborn detritus flowed toward a single point. Comets and asteroids smashed together followed by clouds of space dust. Eons passed within moments as it formed into a perfect, lifeless, grey sphere. At first barren, but then the beginnings of some sort of atmosphere were born, and with it came rain. Thousands of years of constant rain, saturating the dry earth and filling up the empty places, forming oceans. And from that water came life, primordial ooze that slowly, carefully, shaped itself into recognizable forms.

From the depths of space emerged a once familiar form of life, a faint blue glow emanating from their black carapaces. Decapodian crustaceans from beyond the void, they settled down upon this recently formed world of humans. Antenna flitted about surreptitiously as empty blue eyes took in their surroundings. This world would work for them. In the cold dark of space, they had survived by Tsothoth's will alone. The eternal and yawning pit of hunger changed them, and through them it changed their god.

The mindless animals of this nameless world became beasts of burden, forced into servitude by these Yddigrig who displayed a talent for the arcane like their Creator. And, with time, the beasts became men, sharing, in many similarities, the likeness of the other alien gods, though slaves they remained. Despite the beginnings of what other, lesser, creatures could have called sentience, these 'humans' were still nothing more than slaves, beneath the concern of greater beings.

They would toil above and beneath the surface for decades, never knowing or truly grasping the minds of the beings they served beneath.

Starting AP: 9

-3 Forge Land: Yoggug

Tsothoth's will is made manifest as it brings into existence a new world. And with it, all manner of insignificant mundane lifeforms. Due to the meddling of other gods, after all, its creations require food.

-2 Create Sentient Life: Humanity

Upon this new world have been created a more.. terrestrial form of life, better suited to manual labor than the Yddigrig.

-1 Form Society: Yddigrig Collective

Beings of unspeakable power and terrifying intelligence, the Yddigrig have, in the void of Creation, formed the foundations of a society based upon their ability to communicate telepathically.

-1 Magical Concept: Runic Magic

Best described through a series of runes and circles, this is the most refined method of manipulating the arcane forces brought into existence by Tsothoth. In order to cast spells, the magic user requires a circle of power, an alignment rune, an action rune, a target rune, and runes of power that determine that strength of the spell itself. Every rune, save those of power, is different, allowing for nearly infinite variations that can be discovered by those brave enough to risk madness in the endeavor. The greater grasp one has of magic, the more power that they can safely channel.

AP Left: 2

So, yes, I have changed the appearance of the Yddigrig and Tsothoth. I was not entirely happy with their previous appearances, and I figured that a god should never be bound by a particular physical form. And it should be a simple matter of changing their own creations as well. So, if you're interested in what they look like...

New & Improved Tsothoth
http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c212/EmbodimentOfRomance/tsothoth-revamped-small_zps63217e70.jpg

I decided to go with something more.. aquatic in appearance. Mainly because undersea creatures are just incredibly creepy looking.

New & Improved Yddigrig
http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c212/EmbodimentOfRomance/shrimp-gitp-small_zpsfaec3f2f.jpg

Yes, they look like evil shrimp. I know. I just think it looks cooler than evil space whales.

[Felandria]

"Simple, we fight till one of us yields or goes unconscious. Any form of combat is allowed that isn't lethal, that is why we have practice weapons." Alteros opens the door to the arena floor for Felandria "After you."

Felandria enters the arena and turns to Alteros.

Would you prefer to fight me at my normal size or come down to your level?

[MichaelGoldclaw]

"That is a tactical decision. I don't care what size you fight and I won't say I prefer because, like I said, it has to do with tactics." he replies as he closes the door behind him.

he is basically saying:

Larger= easier to hit, but more damage and speed
smaller= harder to hit, less damage and speed

[Deadlykire]

Rod
Rod had appeared to be a great majestic owl the size of a great bear. Erebus had met Rod waiting happily on a branch of one of border of the Great Forest. The mystic energies Erebus had gone through appeared exactly like a great roaring ocean behind him, as soon as he stepped into the strange new world. Rod flew down straight at him, apparently, but stopped, flapped his wings and merely landed on his talons in front of him. "Welcome, honored guest. Here I am more articulate and wordy than in Other Worlds, you may have heard me thundering the proclamations of nature back in the Other World. I apologize if you think that I have threatened mortals. Please accept my offer of hospitality, would you like to speak with me in my house?"

"My Nyxi have reported rumors of never ending life. This troubles me greatly. They say creatures here die and return back to life very quickly. Their essence intact each time. Their forms though may change. Is this true?"

[ArlEammon]

ROD
"Oh yes. I hope I have not stepped on any toes, please come here with me to the house."Rod flew off into a massive tree, the size of what could only be described as beyond enormous. The tree was well over the size of a mountain all by it'self. On the entrance of the tree, Rod turned around, noting that at the moment none of the other beast servants were inhabiting the place as they had sensed something could escalate. Rod flapped his wings for a moment, before settling down. "Well, yes, the beasts here live and die, live and die, live and die, it is the Order of Things."

[Deadlykire]

Erebus doesn't move. "Without the threat of lasting death, life has no purpose. One may simply continue on as before, actions lose their consequences. It is from this that evil gains hold."

[ArlEammon]

Rod, Annoyed
"Listen, this is not the same world as the Other Worlds. Here, Death has no meaning. That does not mean that Death had no divine significance. Neither does it mean that in the Other World that Life has no significance simply because there is lasting death. Their life comes to an end, and then they are finished in the Other Worlds. They make their own new lives here. I am sorry, but as you are an old god of Death, I am a babe of Life. I know more about the ways of Eternal Life in the Great Mystic Forest, more of the ways of Fertility, the green things of the Earth and the ways of the High force than you. As wise as you are, even wiser than I, I have made my home out of the things I know most of. Death is an affront against Nature here."

As Rod spoke, the roaring of Thunder could be heard throughout the skies of this plane. The lightning would land harmlessly on a tree or even animal, doing nothing more than mildly inconveniencing them with fear. Energy gathered throughout the planes around Rod, the giant Owl god was covered in the magical power of the Afterlife he had created, and it went into him as he finished speaking.


3 AP spent to gain
Domain : Nature (Purity)
2 AP left

[Felandria]

"That is a tactical decision. I don't care what size you fight and I won't say I prefer because, like I said, it has to do with tactics." he replies as he closes the door behind him.

he is basically saying:

Larger= easier to hit, but more damage and speed
smaller= harder to hit, less damage and speed

Felandria smiles.

Very well.

I shall fight at my normal size, then.

She closes her eyes and adjust to her usual height, her weapon and shield sizing with her.

Ladies first.

Felandria charges Alteros, tucking and rolling when she is close to him.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Alteros dived to his left, dodging the attack. He then immediately sprung up, despite his full plate. He went back into his defensive stance. He plants his feet in the ground and raises his shield.

[mystic1110]

Arei raised a slender eyebrow. "Are the four Geases the price of one share or 1%?" She locked gaze with the other god. "Regardless, I shall purchase a share. We can discuss Geases later, after I determine whether I will be buying more or selling back that one, not to mention the potential cost of a franchise license. I can assure you that I will not be a waste of your time, God of Trade, but I would like to see your long-term plan, and discuss alternate payment options, before making any final decisions. I am sure you can respect that." A brief smile flickered across her face as she leaned slightly forward, as if hungry for information.

The price of one share. And since you are purchasing one share - I will write you up for four Geases then. travolis takes his quill pen dips it in molten gold and then writes in a neat script. "Arie - 1 Share." The Geases that I will require from you can be taken at any time - unless you sell them back before I use my option. If you carry out the Geases asked, and then sell, the company, Not I will render equivilant geases to you. For now I will hold the Geases. Anyway... says Travolis as he shuts the book, the deal already done, unless more are made of course ... the buisness plan is simple. Everything is a commodity and this company wants to expand in trade in those commodities. All of them. So many want to rule the world through force or trickery. We just want them to sell us existence itself. There was no dramatic emphasis on anything as Travolis conjured up some red wine, a dream of a passionless marriage, and sipped it. This was jsut a business transaction. So was everything really.

[Plerumque]

The price of one share. And since you are purchasing one share - I will write you up for four Geases then. travolis takes his quill pen dips it in molten gold and then writes in a neat script. "Arie - 1 Share." The Geases that I will require from you can be taken at any time - unless you sell them back before I use my option. If you carry out the Geases asked, and then sell, the company, Not I will render equivilant geases to you. For now I will hold the Geases. Anyway... says Travolis as he shuts the book, the deal already done, unless more are made of course ... the buisness plan is simple. Everything is a commodity and this company wants to expand in trade in those commodities. All of them. So many want to rule the world through force or trickery. We just want them to sell us existence itself. There was no dramatic emphasis on anything as Travolis conjured up some red wine, a dream of a passionless marriage, and sipped it. This was jsut a business transaction. So was everything really.
Arei stared at the man for a fraction of a second before replying calmly, "Then I will purchase, let us say, ten thousand Geases worth of wine and more shares, as many as my store of power will allow me to trade for, as I would prefer to pay with the expenditure of divine power for your purposes. So if you wll accept it, you can simply inform me of wht you woul desire and how many shares, in addition to the ten thousandworth of wine, you would consider fair payment. If you have nothing to ask of me for the moment, I will return to the Arekin, and you may send for me at any time. You or your Sommeliers will always be welcome there, I shall make sure of that." Her offer made, she eyed the book by the god's hand, wondering who else's destiny was bound between its covers.

I'll pay 1 AP for the wine and franchise license, and 5 for however many shares that'll buy. I'm leaving the four Geases for the first share with you as a possible plot point in the future.

[Felandria]

Alteros dived to his left, dodging the attack. He then immediately sprung up, despite his full plate. He went back into his defensive stance. He plants his feet in the ground and raises his shield.

Felandria begins to circle Alteros, eying him warily.

I know this is a friendly battle, so I'm trying to take it easy.

She smiles and winks.

[Emperor Demonking]

J'ffer (Herald), Temple of the Sea, Thousand Cliffs, P.P.

The Herald, as he is known By Simtheon, or J'ffer, as he was called before the deification and afterwards to the Hugar, was going at slow, but reasonable at steady state until people that followed Simtheon started having weird strokes of good fortune. The berries they picked were riper. Their clothes were cleaner. Their bath temperature was closer to optimum.

All this had gone mostly unrecognised even by the Herald until one old follower of the Simtheon cult turned into a mouse. He turned back not long after, but this was still unmistakable. Whether it was belief or closeness to J'ffer is uncertain, but the presense of magic in the cult was unmistakable, if you were privy to it. For the time being those outside the cult could only see some lucky people.


Herald: 0 AP = 4 AP - 3 AP (Transmutation Magic) - 1 AP (Blessing the Simtheons with a gift for Transmutation magic)

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Alteros kept his eyes on Felandria, still in his defensive stance. He smiled "Maybe so, but feel free to go all out on me, so long as it was within the terms." he says. After closer inspection, one might find that Alteros is forgetting to protect his legs.

by the way, how tall is she

[Felandria]

Alteros kept his eyes on Felandria, still in his defensive stance. He smiled "Maybe so, but feel free to go all out on me, so long as it was within the terms." he says. After closer inspection, one might find that Alteros is forgetting to protect his legs.

by the way, how tall is she

In my Pathfinder campaign, where she actually became a god, she's 20'.

So that's how I have her here.

Obviously, her size is up to her, but this is how she's comfortable.

Fel had noticed that, actually, that's what she was planning anyway.

Like this?

And she swings her sword near the ground attempting to take Alt's legs out from under him, the better to place a foot on him and hold him down.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Alteros moved his shield to his side, but he didn't lower it, thinking, she was going for his side, not his legs. The sword knocked him over and left a bruise on his leg, despite having armor. Damn it, focus, Alteros. She is beautiful, but focus on that pretty hand, not her face. he thought. He rolled over to his front and started to get up.

[Plerumque]

Arei stared at the man for a fraction of a second before replying calmly, "Then I will purchase, let us say, ten thousand Geases worth of wine and more shares, as many as my store of power will allow me to trade for, as I would prefer to pay with the expenditure of divine power for your purposes. So if you wll accept it, you can simply inform me of wht you woul desire and how many shares, in addition to the ten thousandworth of wine, you would consider fair payment. If you have nothing to ask of me for the moment, I will return to the Arekin, and you may send for me at any time. You or your Sommeliers will always be welcome there, I shall make sure of that." Her offer made, she eyed the book by the god's hand, wondering who else's destiny was bound between its covers.
Not waiting for Travolis' reply, Arei decided to be back with the Arekin, though leaving a fraction of herself in Travolis' office, and the universe complied.

Arei, PP

Arei floated above her planet, though her patient eyes contemplated the void beyond instead of the works of her race. She had learned much this day, and she closed her eyes, recalling exactly the memories of the Vineyard of Dreams. But... what was this? She felt the knowledge, the secrets of a place so intrinsically magical that the very idea of it had taken on a life of its own.

She shifted her vision again as her eyes glowed, an indescribable color, the essence of creation and destruction. And she Saw the true nature of everything, and she Saw that this knowledge was not the only piece that had taken on life.

Knowledge is power.

The power that is contained in all forms of knowledge- belief, memories, truths, discoveries, and books- especially books- is incredible, and Arei Saw this. It blinded her with the strength of its magic- magic mundane, but somehow more magical than real magic.

She realized that such power needed one to guard it, to protect it from those who would use it wrongly, ensure that it did not flood the cosmos with its power, and most importantly, ensure that it never faded. So she, her eyes beginning to be consumed in flame of the same indescribable color, went into the heart of the force of all the knowledge of the cosmos. And even as her own eyes turned to ash in their sockets, she channeled her own divine power, to the very last drop, into the true essence of knowledge.

She awoke, an infinity later, alone in a distant corner of the cosmos. She realized she had been thrown there by the force of creation. Standing over her was a supernova that, she slowly came to realize, was the result of all of this.

[Dimonite]

Not waiting for Travolis' reply, Arei decided to be back with the Arekin, though leaving a fraction of herself in Travolis' office, and the universe complied.

Arei, PP

Arei floated above her planet, though her patient eyes contemplated the void beyond instead of the works of her race. She had learned much this day, and she closed her eyes, recalling exactly the memories of the Vineyard of Dreams. But... what was this? She felt the knowledge, the secrets of a place so intrinsically magical that the very idea of it had taken on a life of its own.

She shifted her vision again as her eyes glowed, an indescribable color, the essence of creation and destruction. And she Saw the true nature of everything, and she Saw that this knowledge was not the only piece that had taken on life.

Knowledge is power.

The power that is contained in all forms of knowledge- belief, memories, truths, discoveries, and books- especially books- is incredible, and Arei Saw this. It blinded her with the strength of its magic- magic mundane, but somehow more magical than real magic.

She realized that such power needed one to guard it, to protect it from those who would use it wrongly, ensure that it did not flood the cosmos with its power, and most importantly, ensure that it never faded. So she, her eyes beginning to be consumed in flame of the same indescribable color, went into the heart of the force of all the knowledge of the cosmos. And even as her own eyes turned to ash in their sockets, she channeled her own divine power, to the very last drop, into the true essence of knowledge.

She awoke, an infinity later, alone in a distant corner of the cosmos. She realized she had been thrown there by the force of creation. Standing over her was a supernova that, she slowly came to realize, was the result of all of this.


"My mother was smart enough that she didn't feel the need to write anything down. I am smart enough that I feel the need to write everything down." - Moren, in her autobiography: The Knower

The first thing Moren did, was write. She had been born of knowledge, and knew many things which her mother had known. And so she recorded them in Arei, Volume I. And this was her first book.

The second thing Moren did, was create a place for this book - and all other books - to be stored. She twisted the fabric of reality to her divine will, and created the Bibliosphere, which connected to the material plane wherever large quantities of books were to be found. Only one with great knowledge of the Bibliosphere would be able to navigate it, however, so Moren created a race of orange, nimble, furry beings to guide other mortals lest they be lost forever in the annals of history.

And the third thing Moren did, was to question:
"Mother, what in all the realms has happened to your face?!?"

20 starting AP
Create mundane concept: Libraries 1 AP
Weave plane: Bibliosphere 5 AP
Create Greater Life: The Librarians: 3 AP
End: 11 AP

[Deadlykire]

[QUOTE=Armin;15559485]Rod, Annoyed
"Listen, this is not the same world as the Other Worlds. Here, Death has no meaning. That does not mean that Death had no divine significance. Neither does it mean that in the Other World that Life has no significance simply because there is lasting death. Their life comes to an end, and then they are finished in the Other Worlds. They make their own new lives here. I am sorry, but as you are an old god of Death, I am a babe of Life. I know more about the ways of Eternal Life in the Great Mystic Forest, more of the ways of Fertility, the green things of the Earth and the ways of the High force than you. As wise as you are, even wiser than I, I have made my home out of the things I know most of. Death is an affront against Nature here."

"Assume not that your work here has no effect elsewhere. If those in other places wish to learn your secrets, they will persist to do so. What they do with this knowledge may fall outside of your control. I must ask though, may some of my people live here? They hunt for food, but will only take what they need. They are capable builders as well, though they can restrict this if you request. They will die, but the dead will be removed from your groove."

[ArlEammon]

Rod, Owlwise

"Hmmm... They must not corrupt the Nature here. But if all you are looking for is resources. Take them, and accept our hospitality." The Owl smiled and flapped his wings. "Is this all you have come here for?" Rod said happily. "While you are here, please, accept everything we have to offer, but leave no permanent mark."

[Deadlykire]

"They have no want for resources. They would live here, and use the resources you provide. If they need others, they know where to find them. I ask that you please set forth the rules for living here. If they need to live just outside of your grove, they will."

[ArlEammon]

"What exactly are these people? I have made the Great Mystic Forest as a place to live without danger or the disturbances of the natural worlds. If they disturb the purity of this place, they will need to go." Rod thought. "Um, let's see, are they like the Humans below, or are they some sort of supernatural denizen?" Rod quickly continued. "I'll have to give it some thought even if you give the right answers."

[Deadlykire]

Erebus looks down and sees himself in Nyxi form still."They are very similar to this. They are not seeking to upset your balance. They just observe for me, to learn. As I encounter settlements and other gods I seek permission to assign a group of my followers to live with them. To... promote harmony. I shall instruct them to stay just outside your lands then.

[Shmee]

Sideras

After having finished giving the twins their verbal lashing, Sideras considers its about time that the purging of the flesh begins in earnest. The F.R.A.W.D. Units were doing well, but there was just so much more potential.

[Command: A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit, take these blue prints to the S.U.N. Installation. I want the prototypes fully operational within the next few hours]

The A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit takes the blue prints and obeys its creator's ordes, heading towards the S.U.N. Installation. As Sideras has said, within a few hours the new prototype units begin marching out of the Installation and heading towards the flesh fields.


Sideras AP10:
A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit: AP4
F.R.A.W.D. 100 Unit: 0AP

Sideras
AP7= 10-3: Create Legend: N.A.M.U.H, 100 Unit
AP6= 7-1: Create Monstrous Life: N.A.M.U.H. 500 Series
AP3-6-3: Create Legend: L.E.G.N.A. 100 Unit
AP0= 3-3 Gain Domain: Craft (Acronym Portfolio)

A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit:
AP0= 4-4: Create Legend: C.R.O.K.A.R.D. 100 Unit

[ArlEammon]

Rod And Erebus
"Alright. You may, should you prefer." Rod noted.

Meanwhile
The people came from around the world, those who could. They saw Rod as the giant tree. The great Thunderer of Nature. Some had thought that Rod was the son of the Thunder God, hence his name. Some had thought Rod was the Son and Herald of the Thunder God, although this was not true, it was easy to make the mistake that these gods were somehow connected through their notable but one and only similarity. These people gathered around the Tree of Rod, which now lied dormant, and gazed in awe and wonder at this. Was this tree a god? Suddenly what looked like carvings resembling eyes on the tree shined with a bright green light, before reverting to Rod's normal green glow. "It is I, Rod." He paused as the scores of people gasped in excitement. "I am the Defender of Nature, and it's friend."

"Your are friends of Nature. You hear my proclamations and wish to become Avengers. Yet you feel the power has slipped beyond most of you. You feel as if you are not strong enough to contain the power within you. This is right. Do not give up hope, I have given the Vengeance of Nature a Voice. You are now Defenders of that which is Pure and that which gives Life. Be happy, for you are now my heralds. You shall all be given the loyal Rodnar as your constant companions. They are born defenders of Nature, and shall be your loyal beast friends."


AP Left 0
3 Magical Concept: Defenders of Nature
Avengers of Nature should have been called "Vengeance of Nature". Nature possesses the power to defend it'self through mortals using this energy called 'Nature's Vengeance". However, no one knew how to untap it's power. With "Defenders of Nature" concept, they can now tap into "Nature's Vengeance" and defend Nature as Druids.
1 Form Society: The Defender's Grove
Druids are more than willing to hunt out and destroy flesh shapers, and undead. Also, cruelty to animals might well be the downfall of the unweary who meet a Druid.
2 Form Order: The Defenders
(I'm hoping eventually people will flock to the Defender's Grove for protection and it will eventually become a country of Druidic Nature.
0 AP to create the Rodnar: (Monstrous Life)
They are like Wargs, but they are extremely loyal and obedient pets. So, they are wolves, but larger, and stronger. Otherwise they are just intelligent, and easy to tame wolves.
0 AP to create Rodianism:
Rod, the great Nature God, teaches various decrees. . . do not harm animals excessively beyond their need to serve the mortal races. Some various rules are more like guidelines than religious laws. For example, "Don't eat too much" is more for people in important positions to not make themselves unfit for command, and to build discipline. Other concepts are more like, "Nature is a cleansing force, look to Nature to feel pure and clean", Rod teaches that The Great Mystic Forest is awaiting for those without gods or for those who believe in Rod." Druids and Avengers are, for all intents and purposes, the Priests and clergy of Rodianism. In return for looking to Rod for guidance and purpose, he will grant entry into the Great Mystic Forest. Their level of reward is determined by behavior, thoughts and attitude while in this life.

[Felandria]

Alteros moved his shield to his side, but he didn't lower it, thinking, she was going for his side, not his legs. The sword knocked him over and left a bruise on his leg, despite having armor. Damn it, focus, Alteros. She is beautiful, but focus on that pretty hand, not her face. he thought. He rolled over to his front and started to get up.

Felandria was deciding whether to simply hold Alt down with her foot or perhaps try and kick his weapon away.

But she decided since this was a friendly contest to simply let him get his bearings.

After all, she wanted to see what he was capable of as well.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Alteros got back on his feet. "Nice move." he said. He went to a kneeling position and raised his sheild. He was less mobile, but more stable and less open areas to attack. His attack plan was already laid out. After all, the best offense is a good defense.

[Felandria]

Alteros got back on his feet. "Nice move." he said. He went to a kneeling position and raised his sheild. He was less mobile, but more stable and less open areas to attack. His attack plan was already laid out. After all, the best offense is a good defense.

Felandria was slightly puzzled by this, but she shrugged and decided to simply try and swing her sword in an upwards direction in an attempt to knock the shield out of Alteros's hand

[MichaelGoldclaw]

When the sword came at Alteros's shield. He stayed put, allowing the sword to hit. When it did, it broke his guard, but he kept his shield. He then immediately took a few "steps" forward as he regained his guard. "It will take more than that to break my guard long enough for you to follow up."

[Deadlykire]

In speaking to Rod Erebus gathered an idea. He excused himself from the groove. He returned to his sanctum with Artosh. There he labored intensively. Splitting his very essence into fragments.

"Each of these represents me and is me. Send a vanguard with each. I have devised a plan to assist us all. You will be my protectors and observers."

With this Erebus sent out each of his shards to a different land. He met with each god in turn.

The Twins

"My curious counterparts. As we share our knowledge with the mortals, they become more powerful. I'm sure you agree that too much power would be a bad thing. Would you consent to share your knowledge with those you watch over and myself only?


Rod

"My nurturing friend. I have thought more upon what you have done here. Would you not agree though, that in the wrong hands this power would be dangerous? I would ask you to share such knowledge only with myself and those whom you watch over. Would you agree to this?


Felandria and Alteros

A dark being rushes unto the field. It carries no weapon. "I beg your pardons. I am similar to you, but I come to you with a matter of great personal importance. I have been traveling. There are others like us that watch over their own creations. They are imparting knowledge unto this creations, and I fear it may get out of control. Would you agree to share knowledge only with that which you make and myself?"


Kalros

"Ah my hunting friend. Have you enjoyed your time with my Nyxi? I know they enjoy hunting with you greatly. Might I ask you a favor? As you impart knowledge unto your creations, agree to only impart that knowledge unto myself and your creations. Share it with no others. I fear that if we do not take care with our knowledge, the consequences will be dire."


Travolis

Erebus stands upon the doors of the brewery. He knocks once, loudly.


PIU
Erebus stands in his sanctum. If the plan he had set into motion worked he would need a face of it. One other than the Nyxi. He began to create. He made beasts that stood 7' tall and were lithe. They resembled a tall man, with a jackal for a face. They were covered in short fur that ranged from white to brown. Their chests were leathery. Their fingers and toes had long claws that could be used to defend themselves if needed. Their teeth were razor sharp, and their eyes black orbs. They would be his purveyors...if his plan worked. If not he would repurpose them. They would need to have wisdom and guile to serve their purpose. Erebus deemed them the Hemeri.

He then promoted Artosh. He had served faithfully, and it would only be fair that he help Erebus coordinate the new race and the Nyxi. He enlarged Artosh, and imparted greater mental prowess. "You my loyal servant shall now act with me in preserving all that I watch over."


13 AP
-2 AP Greater Life: Hemeri (Resemble Anubis in looks)
-5 Beget Demigod: Artosh
6 AP

[ArlEammon]

Rod

"I am sorry. But I sense an oddity of Nature within you. I do not presume to call you unnatural, but the corruption of Nature emanates within your spirit, to an extent. You are lord of the undead, you are lord of the unliving. As much as I respect one of my spirit brothers, I cannot accept to share the knowledge with you. However, I can, in effect do something for you that would give you something of what you ask without giving exactly what you ask. The effect of giving you something to understand, that would cause you to learn something nearly identical, but on a lower plane of understanding, as it were. You would learn ways to build up into the wisdom of Nature, and the purity of the Divine Force of Nature would teach you where to step, how to attain this prize of knowledge and not taint the Cosmos with your black magic."



He cleared his throat. "In return, you would grant equal knowledge."

[Dimonite]

As her question to her mother hung in the air (or lack thereof), Moren's knowledge of the world and its powers grew as her Librarians brought her information and books. So she decided that there were other things of importance for her to do, and sent parts of her consciousness away to other realms.

T.E.R.A.

In front of Sideras, the Adversary of Flesh, appeared an open book, with a few simple words engraved in golden text: I seek Knowledge. You have Knowledge. Perhaps we could come to an arrangement?

PIU

Just outside the Plane of Immortality and Undeath, in the Void, Moren appeared in her more human form, as a tall blonde woman dressed simply and practically. She spoke, in a booming voice one would not expect from such a figure: "I seek an audience with the great god Erebus, whose wisdom is renowned where mortals prosper!

[Plerumque]

"My mother was smart enough that she didn't feel the need to write anything down. I am smart enough that I feel the need to write everything down." - Moren, in her autobiography: The Knower

The first thing Moren did, was write. She had been born of knowledge, and knew many things which her mother had known. And so she recorded them in Arei, Volume I. And this was her first book.

The second thing Moren did, was create a place for this book - and all other books - to be stored. She twisted the fabric of reality to her divine will, and created the Bibliosphere, which connected to the material plane wherever large quantities of books were to be found. Only one with great knowledge of the Bibliosphere would be able to navigate it, however, so Moren created a race of orange, nimble, furry beings to guide other mortals lest they be lost forever in the annals of history.

And the third thing Moren did, was to question:
"Mother, what in all the realms has happened to your face?!?"

20 starting AP
Create mundane concept: Libraries 1 AP
Weave plane: Bibliosphere 5 AP
Create Greater Life: The Librarians: 3 AP
End: 11 AP
"The knowledge that birthed you, my dear," answered Arei. "Those of us not of it cannot comprehend its truest essence, which was what I was trying to do. But it pains me not, and indeed it may truly be a boon, as the world which I could see only briefly before is now revealed to me in all its glory." She gazed around at the cosmos, lit with blazes of colored fire and shimmers of true light. Turning her gaze to the Bibliosphere, and its guardians, she smiled. "Surely you have done well, my daughter," she spoke. "These... creatures shall protect the books in which the great knowledge is stored for all eternity. They shall not let them be harmed, nor let them be used by those who would try to wield the True Knowledge, and nor shall they ever be lax in their duty or loose in their vigilance." The words rang out, the power in them immediately evident to Arei as they shone with a subtle silver flame.

7 AP
Divine Mandate
2 AP

[Dimonite]

"The knowledge that birthed you, my dear," answered Arei. "Those of us not of it cannot comprehend its truest essence, which was what I was trying to do. But it pains me not, and indeed it may truly be a boon, as the world which I could see only briefly before is now revealed to me in all its glory." She gazed around at the cosmos, lit with blazes of colored fire and shimmers of true light. Turning her gaze to the Bibliosphere, and its guardians, she smiled. "Surely you have done well, my daughter," she spoke. "These... creatures shall protect the books in which the great knowledge is stored for all eternity. They shall not let them be harmed, nor let them be used by those who would try to wield the True Knowledge, and nor shall they ever be lax in their duty or loose in their vigilance." The words rang out, the power in them immediately evident to Arei as they shone with a subtle silver flame.

7 AP
Divine Mandate
2 AP

PP
"Well, if you ever feel like sharing what the universe looks like through your new vision, I'd be happy to write it down for you," Moren said with a smile as her mother surveyed the Bibliosphere. When Arei blessed the Librarians, however, Moren was rendered briefly speechless. After simply staring at her mother for a short time, she spoke:

"... Thank you. That you would use your divine power to bless my race rather than your own... I could devote whole libraries to books expressing my gratitude.

[Deadlykire]

Armin

[

Rod
He cleared his throat. "In return, you would grant equal knowledge."

If this is the price of your knowledge yes. I will trade knowledge with you. We can decide at the time of trade what works for you?


Moren


PIU

Just outside the Plane of Immortality and Undeath, in the Void, Moren appeared in her more human form, as a tall blonde woman dressed simply and practically. She spoke, in a booming voice one would not expect from such a figure: "I seek an audience with the great god Erebus, whose wisdom is renowned where mortals prosper!
Artosh walks outside and meets with Moren. "I am afraid our lord is not currently available. You may speak with me, or I may be able to locate a shard with which you can speak. We would extend you our hospitality if you so wish it."

[Shmee]

T.E.R.A.

In front of Sideras, the Adversary of Flesh, appeared an open book, with a few simple words engraved in golden text: I seek Knowledge. You have Knowledge. Perhaps we could come to an arrangement?


[Query: Oh? Is that so?]

[Statement: You are the first non-metal and non-flesh bag entity. Most curious. You have piqued my curiosity.]


Just doing some book keeping.

Sideras: AP7
A.V.A.T.A.R. Unit AP4
F.R.A.W.D. 100 Unit: 2AP
N.A.M.U.H, 100 Unit: 2AP
L.E.G.N.A. 100 Unit: 2AP
C.R.O.K.A.R.D. 100 Unit: 2AP

[Dimonite]

Artosh walks outside and meets with Moren. "I am afraid our lord is not currently available. You may speak with me, or I may be able to locate a shard with which you can speak. We would extend you our hospitality if you so wish it."


"I would be most grateful for your hospitality. And although I do not doubt that you are wise in your own way, what I have to say to your master is an arrangement between gods, so I would wish to speak to him directly if I may."


[Query: Oh? Is that so?]

[Statement: You are the first non-metal and non-flesh bag entity. Most curious. You have piqued my curiosity.]


More text appeared in the book, a page turning by itself to accomadate them:
It is simple, really. You claim that metal is inherently superior to flesh. I would know the reasons why, that they may be recorded and appropriately distributed.

[mystic1110]

Arei stared at the man for a fraction of a second before replying calmly, "Then I will purchase, let us say, ten thousand Geases worth of wine and more shares, as many as my store of power will allow me to trade for, as I would prefer to pay with the expenditure of divine power for your purposes. So if you wll accept it, you can simply inform me of wht you woul desire and how many shares, in addition to the ten thousandworth of wine, you would consider fair payment. If you have nothing to ask of me for the moment, I will return to the Arekin, and you may send for me at any time. You or your Sommeliers will always be welcome there, I shall make sure of that." Her offer made, she eyed the book by the god's hand, wondering who else's destiny was bound between its covers.

Travolis looked at the goddess as she broke her being into fractions and stated "The deal is done - please exercise the use of your divine power to secure the untapped commodity of souls. I have a feeling they will be the next big thing and it is high time this company will start to invest in them. I am sure your stock price will increase if you accomplish this successfully. Thank you goodbye." The last words were said as she vanished. . .

Basically do whatever you can to get possession of souls. Either bring them to the Vineyard or to your own place but keep them as property of the Company.



Travolis

Erebus stands upon the doors of the brewery. He knocks once, loudly.



The doors open for god, a slightly hungover and sad looking Marollis dressed in gold and accompanied by two Sommaliers.

What brings your here to our humble company?

****

Elsewhere alone in his office once again, Travolis stood up and walked out. He passed room after room and eventually reached one of glass vials which held tastes of all the different dreams. This was the mixing facility where new wines were created. The room was white and sterile, but contained one other door aside from the entrance, a cold iron door towards the end. He walked up to the door and materialized a single golden key and opened it by turning the lock. A simple staircase allowed him to descend, to yet another room marked: "Research and Development."

Inside that room was a lone Sommalier.

Master?
Hello their, I was wondering how progress was going in this division
Not that great, admittedly. The extend of our powers ins't enough to get any significant work done. Perhaps with the clone you ma. . .
No. He is a toy and a distraction, not an asset. But I do agree we need another with more power to research more avenues of commerce

With that Travolis took his black hand and pricked it with a golden needle. His god blood oozed like oil and took the form of a young man. He was tall and very thin, wearing a labcoat of pure black like Travolis' blood. You coul hear ticking and the whirring of gears inside. His hair is shoulder length and steel grey, actually having fragments of steel in it. One of his eyes are pure silver, the other of pure gold.

Travolis licked his lips and conjured up a wine he grew fond of, of innocence lost.

Welcome Adenar, My Scientist. I am your father-patron Travolis and this is your lab and your assistant, Kriceroy a Sommalier of the third rank. Your purpose is to create and experiment, the only stipulation is that anything that could potentially be profitable will belong to the company. As a Birthday present you will be awarded 1% of the shares - so their is incentive to care about the company.


AP 12
Raise Legend: Kriceroy - Adenars Faerie assistant is a legend! Woot. Mynaxe you may direct how he uses his 2 AP per week
Gather Pantheon: The company. Mynaxe, Plerumque and Deadly please join!
Gain domain: Leadership (Corporation)
Gain Domain: Language (Contract)
AP 0
Clone Marillos AP: 4

[Felandria]

When the sword came at Alteros's shield. He stayed put, allowing the sword to hit. When it did, it broke his guard, but he kept his shield. He then immediately took a few "steps" forward as he regained his guard. "It will take more than that to break my guard long enough for you to follow up."

Felandria nods.

We shall see.

Now, let's see if I can......





Felandria and Alteros

A dark being rushes unto the field. It carries no weapon. "I beg your pardons. I am similar to you, but I come to you with a matter of great personal importance. I have been traveling. There are others like us that watch over their own creations. They are imparting knowledge unto this creations, and I fear it may get out of control. Would you agree to share knowledge only with that which you make and myself?"



Felandria looks back to Alteros.

Alteros, your thoughts?

[Shmee]

More text appeared in the book, a page turning by itself to accomadate them:
It is simple, really. You claim that metal is inherently superior to flesh. I would know the reasons why, that they may be recorded and appropriately distributed.

[Confirmation: Indeed I do, and I can prove it as well!]

[Query: But you mentioned an arrangement. What would I gain from imparting this knowledge that you seek?]

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Felandria nods.

We shall see.

Now, let's see if I can......




Felandria looks back to Alteros.

Alteros, your thoughts?

"The dwarves have a saying: protecting the innocent is good, but teaching the innocent to protect themselves is better. Of course they say it with their accent but you get the point. You have to make a better deal."

[Felandria]

I agree, not allowing my people to grow and learn wouldn't be right.

[Deadlykire]

Felandria and Company

I agree, not allowing my people to grow and learn wouldn't be right.


"The dwarves have a saying: protecting the innocent is good, but teaching the innocent to protect themselves is better. Of course they say it with their accent but you get the point. You have to make a better deal."

"My friends. You misunderstand me. I merely wish to take the knowledge you grant to your followers and make it available to others. I do not wish for you to hold back your knowledge from your own peoples. In fact, if you two wish so much to work together, I would accept you sharing it with each other and myself."


Travolis



The doors open for god, a slightly hungover and sad looking Marollis dressed in gold and accompanied by two Sommaliers.

What brings your here to our humble company?
"I wish to speak with your god. Though my servants will need passage as well."

[MichaelGoldclaw]

"What I meant was that I would give knowledge to people other than the one I make to protect them from evil."

[Deadlykire]

"And how would you protect them from you, if you are what they consider evil?"

[MichaelGoldclaw]

"I am the Lord of Heroes, who would think I am evil. Chaotic? yes. Evil? absolutely no."

[Deadlykire]

"Refusing to accept that not all may love you is the first step to being seen as evil by some. I offer a way for you to provide knowledge to those who need it most."

[Plerumque]

Arei nodded to Travolis as her Shard vanished from his office, reappearing in the center of the cosmos. There she gathered all the ragged scraps of her power, drawing some from Travolis and the dreams' essence, and siphoning some of the fire of all colors that surrounded her as well. Summoning all this power, her words rang out, reaching the ear (or other assorted auditory orifice) of every other god.

"I will never have it said that I would not let mortals have their own will. Nor shall it be said that I forced them for my own gain. Thus, mortals shall always have the choice. To sell their soul, for money, fame, knowledge, power, or life, shall be an option that any mortal may take."

Watching the silver fire spread from her words to cover the multiverse, she smiled.

8 AP (counting the 6 promised to Travolis)
Cosmic Decree: All mortals may sell their souls to Travolis' company at any time, electing to recieve fame, wealth, knowledge, skill, or power. Those dying may sell their souls to return to life, but must try to gain other souls as well. I don't know if we'll be required to pay AP for these favors or not. Here it is in non-silver form:
"I will never have it said that I would not let mortals have their own will. Nor shall it be said that I forced them for my own gain. Thus, mortals shall always have the choice. To sell their soul, for money, fame, knowledge, power, or life, shall be an option that any mortal may take."Joining Travolis' pantheon.
2 AP (one promised to Travolis).

[MichaelGoldclaw]

"If that is the case, we have a deal"

[Felandria]

"Refusing to accept that not all may love you is the first step to being seen as evil by some. I offer a way for you to provide knowledge to those who need it most."

But they do love me.

And I them.

It's a fact, I love everyone, and anyone who meets me tends to love me back.

Because when they look at me, they KNOW, deep in their hearts that I only want the best for them, for them to be happy, and I will not allow anyone to hurt them.

Cosmic Decree:

Felandria is love, she loves everyone, every single creature in existence, and anyone who returns the love fall under her absolute protection for as long as she or they exist.

AP Remaining : 6

[Mynxae]

The BirthingElsewhere alone in his office once again, Travolis stood up and walked out. He passed room after room and eventually reached one of glass vials which held tastes of all the different dreams. This was the mixing facility where new wines were created. The room was white and sterile, but contained one other door aside from the entrance, a cold iron door towards the end. He walked up to the door and materialized a single golden key and opened it by turning the lock. A simple staircase allowed him to descend, to yet another room marked: "Research and Development."

Inside that room was a lone Sommalier.

Master?
Hello their, I was wondering how progress was going in this division
Not that great, admittedly. The extend of our powers ins't enough to get any significant work done. Perhaps with the clone you ma. . .
No. He is a toy and a distraction, not an asset. But I do agree we need another with more power to research more avenues of commerce

With that Travolis took his black hand and pricked it with a golden needle. His god blood oozed like oil and took the form of a young man. He was tall and very thin, wearing a labcoat of pure black like Travolis' blood. You coul hear ticking and the whirring of gears inside. His hair is shoulder length and steel grey, actually having fragments of steel in it. One of his eyes are pure silver, the other of pure gold.

Travolis licked his lips and conjured up a wine he grew fond of, of innocence lost.

Welcome Adenar, My Scientist. I am your father-patron Travolis and this is your lab and your assistant, Kriceroy a Sommalier of the third rank. Your purpose is to create and experiment, the only stipulation is that anything that could potentially be profitable will belong to the company. As a Birthday present you will be awarded 1% of the shares - so their is incentive to care about the company.


AP 12
Raise Legend: Kriceroy - Adenars Faerie assistant is a legend! Woot. Mynaxe you may direct how he uses his 2 AP per week
Gather Pantheon: The company. Mynaxe, Plerumque and Deadly please join!
Gain domain: Leadership (Corporation)
Gain Domain: Language (Contract)
AP 0
Clone Marillos AP: 4

"Greetings, good sir. Profit you say? I can work well enough with that to start off with. I'd be glad to join your company to better the efforts of both it and myself" said Adenar, his eyes glowing ever so slightly. "And you mentioned an assistant, did you not?" he said with a grin, his mouth opening slightly to show his metallic-looking teeth.

He looked around and saw Kriceroy looking up at him with a mixture of both fear and awe. He clapped his hands briskly and a long stretcher appeared in the middle of the room. He clapped again and Kriceroy was strapped down, unable to move, but still able to talk and discuss what they were doing with his master. He looked back over to Travolis with a somewhat amused face. "You may wish to avert your eyes Father, I'm about to do something that may turn your stomach."

Start AP: 20.

Join Pantheon: 1AP.

End AP: 19.

[mystic1110]

"Greetings, good sir. Profit you say? I can work well enough with that to start off with. I'd be glad to join your company to better the efforts of both it and myself" said Adenar, his eyes glowing ever so slightly. "And you mentioned an assistant, did you not?" he said with a grin, his mouth opening slightly to show his metallic-looking teeth.

He looked around and saw Kriceroy looking up at him with a mixture of both fear and awe. He clapped his hands briskly and a long stretcher appeared in the middle of the room. He clapped again and Kriceroy was strapped down, unable to move, but still able to talk and discuss what they were doing with his master. He looked back over to Travolis with a somewhat amused face. "You may wish to avert your eyes Father, I'm about to do something that may turn your stomach."

Start AP: 20.

Join Pantheon: 1AP.

End AP: 19.


Travolis was impassive, and left with a flourish of gold robes.

Do as you will.

And then he was gone. It was simple at that. Nothing stands in the way of progress.

[Deadlykire]

Moren


"I would be most grateful for your hospitality. And although I do not doubt that you are wise in your own way, what I have to say to your master is an arrangement between gods, so I would wish to speak to him directly if I may."



"I believe there is a shard about you may speak with. It does not always receive the full concentration it could. In the meantime, we offer several great halls you may relax in. There is also some food if you'd like to eat. The Nyxi hunt daily, so our dishes are fresh. We have some fermented fruit as well if you'd like. Artosh points to one of the Nyxi. "This one will see to your refreshments, let them know. You may also tour the great hall with him as a guide. I shall be around if you need me again." With that Artosh began to walk away, deeper into the structure.

[Deadlykire]

Felandria and Alteros

"I thank you kind sir. I do not wish to keep holding up your combat. I shall leave a contingent of Nyxi here with you. Anytime you create a knowledge simply mark it down as a rune and they will bring it to me. Hopefully you can convince your lady friend to do the same as well, but I fear she lost from the path of reason." With that Erebus departs. The Nyxi begin to setup at the outskirts of town. They live several miles away from its borders as to not infringe on those already living there. They begin to erect buildings.

[Queen Sapes]

Olare and Marillos, The Thousand Cliffs, PP, Prime Material

Putting the finishing touches on their sixth snowman, the twin gods turned to the one addressing them. "I would say you are correct in at least one of your statements," Olare began. "Power in the wrong hands can be an extremely dangerous thing. There are those everywhere who don't see the big picture. They only see their singular goal, they don't take into account every variable, and so their power is used to reach their one goal. But is knowledge the root of power? I wouldn't think so." For a brief moment the duo looked away, as if distracted by something they couldn't know.

Cor, Olympus, The Prime Material

Above the planet Olympus a tear in the fabric of reality opened for a moment, its cargo shooting out into the void before sealing. A fair haired boy had fallen, unconscious as he slowly drifted to the planet below, gaining some speed. In moments, the planet below had taken hold of him, gravity doing its duty and pulling his limp form downwards, quickly accelerating. Seconds into his descent, the boy was just a fireball filling the sky, the flames around him only growing larger and larger as they tried in vain to destroy his form. The fire that fell from the sky could be seen for thousands of miles, only dissipating when the boy crashed into a landmass below, the fire instantly vanishing in a rainbow of light, almost everything untouched save for a small indent in the ground he impacted. And still the boy slept.

Start AP - 5
Rollover from last Saturday I never took - 7
New AP - 12

[ArlEammon]

Rod, To Erebus
"I will consider it."
Rod returned to the people of The Grove. . . He realized that the people, taken care of and prosperous as they were, would need to rely either on him, or one day, to take care of themselves. However, Rod saw a way for them to do both. He would guide them and grant heroes the power that they needed to struggle for the good of the Grove and Nature. For now, however, he would need to teach them how to take care of themselves, or at least, to nurture them so they could grow into wise folk.

The Tree transformed into a massive owl in front of their eyes and soared to the ocean. . . flapping his wings, the waves were blown away and the land mysteriously raised. Rod, the Owl, breathed life into the land, and deer, rabbits, birds of the air, and all sorts of wild life and arable land covered the massive landscape. This new land was now, Garrianis. . . once the Grove had become too large to support a great people, Garrians would migrate over to the lands that Rod had made.


2 AP spent to create Land : The land of Garrianis, a massive land with abundant wild life and forests, as well as arable land.
1 AP to create Sapient(Sentient) life. . . the Wilderfolk. The Wilderfolk are slightly stronger and equal in intelligence to Humans, but they are somewhere between the size of a Halfling (Of Dungeons and Dragons settings) or a Dwarf, which gets in the way of one and one physical confrontations. Wilderfolk were made to inhabit both the Grove and the continent of Garrianis. Wilderfolk resemble scrawny Humans, and even civilized Wilderfolk societies have strong tribal traditions. They are hospital and kind to strangers, however.
0 AP to create Monstrous Life: Dire Boar
Dire Boards are very large, and tough wild pigs. . . some folk in the Grove take them as pets, but they inhabit both the new continent of Garrianis AND the Grove.

[Deadlykire]

Erebus to Rod

"Thank you for your consideration. With that Erebus left. His shard traveled to the dream factory, where it and he changed places. There was a god wishing to speak with him.

PIU
Erebus sent word to Artosh that he was ready. Artosh went to Moren. "Where would you like to speak with my lord? He can come here, or you may go to his lab."

[Felandria]

Felandria and Alteros

"I thank you kind sir. I do not wish to keep holding up your combat. I shall leave a contingent of Nyxi here with you. Anytime you create a knowledge simply mark it down as a rune and they will bring it to me. Hopefully you can convince your lady friend to do the same as well, but I fear she lost from the path of reason." With that Erebus departs. The Nyxi begin to setup at the outskirts of town. They live several miles away from its borders as to not infringe on those already living there. They begin to erect buildings.


Felandria looked confused.

He WAS aware I don't have a problem with sharing knowledge, wasn't he?

I actually have a problem with him wanting to keep knowledge from others like he suggested.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

"I think what he meant was he wanted to regulate information himself. I'm not the wisest god, but if need be, I will go back on my word for the greater good." he replied. "I recommend negotiating with him if you want a better deal." Alteros smirked "but for now, lets get back to our fight."

[Felandria]

"I think what he meant was he wanted to regulate information himself. I'm not the wisest god, but if need be, I will go back on my word for the greater good." he replied. "I recommend negotiating with him if you want a better deal." Alteros smirked "but for now, lets get back to our fight."

Yes, let's.

Felandria resumes her fighting stance and swings at Alteros.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Alteros moves his shield into position to block the strike. The wooden sword is blocked once more. He moves forward once again and this time gets in range for a strike of his own. He swings his sword in a horizontal slash.

[Felandria]

Alteros moves his shield into position to block the strike. The wooden sword is blocked once more. He moves forward once again and this time gets in range for a strike of his own. He swings his sword in a horizontal slash.

Felandria jumps backwards to avoid the attack, but she stumbles and falls backwards, landing on her back.

She decides to roll towards Alt, like a log.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Alteros stands firm and holds his shield up. When Felandria is to roll over him on him, Alteros still stands, using all his divine strength.

[Felandria]

Felandria gets to one knee and smirks.

Nicely done.

Now, are you gonna fight back, or are you conceding?

[MichaelGoldclaw]

"My style of fighting is highly defensive. I wait for the opportunity to counterattack my foes. I am waiting for the perfect moment to start attack, but when I do, it will be effective." Alteros returned to his defensive stance. He kept an eye on Felandria's sword, waiting to parry the strike.

[Felandria]

Felandria sighed.

Some fun you are.:smalltongue:

Well, since we promised everyone a show, and you seem like you can handle it...

Here goes nothing.

At which point Felandria brings down her sword at Alteros as she hopes he doesn't notice her true intention to kick him square in the chest as he's distracted by the sword.

Also, rollover, so

AP Remaining : 14

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Alteros watched the blade as it moved torwards him. He raises his shield, but in the moment he tries to parry with the shield, he feels the kick hitting his chestplate, knocking him away. He collides to the ground, once again he slowly gets up.

Little does Felandria know that his real plan is just beginning. For if she tries to follow up, a surprise is waiting for her

[Felandria]

Actually, Fel looks a touch concerned.

You alright?

I hope that wasn't bad play or anything.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Alteros, realizing that his bluff worked too well, got up at the same pace, trying to continue his bluff, and said "Long term, I am fine. Short term, I am only telling you I can still fight." he said. Now she thinks she has the upper hand, but she thinks it is more in her favor, this plan is working good.

Alteros moved forward until Felandria was close enough to move in and attack. At that point he returned to his defensive stance. watching her whole body this time.

[Felandria]

Felandria sees Alteros get into his defensive stance again.

She knew he was baiting her, and she suspected brute strength wouldn't be enough to best him.

So she decided on a strategy of her own.

A storm cloud forms over the arena and a bolt of lightning strikes the ground near Alteros, not close enough to hurt him, but close enough to hopefully startle him just long enough to give her an opening.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Alteros waited for a strike, but then he saw the storm clouds. Then the lightning struck. Since he say the storm cloud, he wasn't surprised by the bolt itself, but that it wasn't aimed to hit. He then realized that it was supposed to be a distraction.

He has to be quick or otherwise he would be hit.

[mystic1110]

Travolis


What brings your here to our humble company?
"I wish to speak with your god. Though my servants will need passage as well."




The clone of Marillos blinked. . . and then smiled. . .

My God? Dear sir, I am a God. You may speak to me first. Follow me to my office.

With that the slightly woozy youngish man dressed in led the other god through a set of corridors, and then out a door, left, right, up and upside down until they were right back where they started. He then produced a Golden key and opened the very same cast Iron doors from which they entered, and opened them to reveal the vineyard of dreams. . . or would have. Instead it was a vast cavern of barrels and barrels filled with what one can assume to be dream wine.

Careful at the first step. Stepping from one plane into another can be disorrienting unless properly inebriated. Don't touch anything, you might age and wither if you place your hand in the wrong spot.

With that. . . the god kept walking assuming the other god was following him, two faeries behind both of them, till they reached a particular barrel, the god took out a piece of paper, wrote "I.O.U. 34.5" on it, gave it to a faerie and then broke the barrel - the dream wine rushed out, but was all caught in the God's wine glass - which somehow held the entire barrel in the space of a very small cup. He took a sip and then stated

So what do you want from Travollis?

Marillos clone has 8 AP: So. .

Create: Demi plane of WINE! Time is controlled: so you can put one barrel in a certain location to have it age 40 years, and then take it out in a second.
Create:

3 AP left

[Felandria]

Alteros waited for a strike, but then he saw the storm clouds. Then the lightning struck. Since he say the storm cloud, he wasn't surprised by the bolt itself, but that it wasn't aimed to hit. He then realized that it was supposed to be a distraction.

He has to be quick or otherwise he would be hit.

Felandria charges at Alteros and tries to grab him with both hands, hopefully pinning his arms in the process.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Alteros was afraid he would get hit by a swing, but when he looked over and saw Felandria attempt to grab him, he smirked Bold, but predictable. Alteros dived right before Felandria was about to grab him. While in his dive, he held his arms in position to push him up once he fell. He did so and thrusted his sword at Felandria.

[Felandria]

Felandria turns to see Alteros thrusting his weapon at her, she stumbles backwards to avoid it, but falls on her butt.

She scrambles to one knee and mimics Alt's defensive stance with her shield, except aiming her shield directly in front of her.