Lords of Creation - The New Amaranth - IC

[Eldamar]

Life is but a Dream...

In the beginning, there was Nothing. The Endless Void stretched on into an eternity infinitely vast and infinitely small. What came before, if such a thing could exist? What comes after? Questions without answers, but the answers don’t matter anyway. This existence was new, and untested, and filled with unknowable possibilities. Even in this beginning time, Nothing had its own power, yet Nothing was nothing. Don’t think too hard, even the Gods have difficulty understanding this.

From the onset of Nothing, Something began to coalesce. From the emptiness of the void, physicality began to take root. Why? For what purpose? Only speculation will ever be known. A sphere took shape at the center of Nothing. It was bright, and burning hot as it expanded, but as its outermost reaches touched Nothing it cooled and the burning rock and metal became solid. A world had formed, and from its cracked and blistered hide sprang forth the lifeblood it wears upon tis skin; water, until that was all that could be seen. The World, sits, permanently, and irrevocably, at the center of Nothing. It is the prime coordinate, everything that is or will be is located relative to the World, whether up, down, sideways, backways, or even stranger angles inconceivable but to the divine.

What was special about the World, if anything? Rock, metal, water, fire. Why should these things be the center of all creation? Perhaps it’s just a memory of something Before, perhaps it has a purpose. Who could possibly know?

Not long after the World took shape, did Nothing stir again. Somethings entirely different started to be, immaterial things of mind and will. Of the first to open its mind’s eye and waken from an eternal sleep, it peered upon the World and felt into Nothing and its immaterial powers so overwhelmingly immense, yet miniscule, woven into the very fabric of Nothingness. This immaterial power that Something had arisen from within Nothing. It was pervasive, exhilarating, terrifying, euphoric, and a billion other adjectives describing the numenous and quantum. This was raw, untampered, and pure. And this first mind bathed long and deep within its metaphorical waters.

So was discovered Magic.

Starting AP: 15
5AP Fabled Concept: Arcane Magic - The most primal of forces. It is imbedded throughout all of creation, as fundamental to reality as gravity or electromagnetism. All things have the potential to tap into this energy. Open concept, and will remain open for the entire game.
Ending AP: 10

[Hatter]

Something took form the moment the planet cooled. A being shifting in the darkness, lost and confused as the shapeless thing gazed upon the planet and saw it's solid form. The being saw what was there and wished a form of her own. It gazed upon the barren and water covered world and a thought of pain sprung forth through it's heart, if such a thing existed within the being. It reached it's consciousness out to touch the cold water that covered the planet and ripped a continent out of the murky waters. It grazed it's power upon the now exposed earth and life sprang forth. A tide of plant life sprang into being, various plants and fungi reaching up from the earth, each plant and fungi sprouting illuminating orbs of fluid at it's base that brought light to the darkness and green light covered the planet's surface.

Starting AP: 15
2AP Create Land: World of Mushrooms - The world covered in water has given birth to a continent roughly the size of China. Although dark from a lack of a sun the world has given life to fungi and some plants that feed off of the world's energy, creating light for each other and any life forms to follow. The light orbs would serve as this world's fruit, being made primarily of glowing fluid, the meat of the orbs would be edible.
Ending AP: 13

[Dragonborn1421]

As she was created she had but one thought, a feeling of something unpleasant. It was the cold that Dashkin felt, oozing into her body, her spirit, her power and with this feeling she felt wrong...A warmth spread from her mind, it swallowed up her body and moved on sparking into existence in all places that nothing was growing. The warmth took shape and color and became as green as the plants dotting the planet, Fire she called it and with the Fire covering parts of this world, she drifted through the rock creating the warmth of the planet as she took up home and in that process she created the core of the planet.


Starting AP - 15
Alter Place - 1
Remaining AP -14

[HalfTangible]

"Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own." -H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

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His first sensation was of stirring awake.

There was a soft blue glow all around him that had not been there before....

... before what?

The new deity pulled himself to his feet, gazing at the soft lights all around him. Mushrooms taller than anything he'd seen before (not that he'd seen anything before) stretched into the sky, towering over him and making him feel small. That was okay, though - He liked the mushrooms. They were pretty and glowing. He placed his hand against one of them and smiled. This was a truly beautiful place to live.

His thoughts turned to what to do now that he was alive. He'd never been alive before, a whole new experience to enjoy! Maybe he'd meet some nice people! He looked up the mushroom for a few moments, then immediately began to climb. If he went up it, he'd see farther than he could through the forest. Maybe he'd see someone to talk to.

Amoros (OH! That was his name! He liked it.) made it to the top without much difficulty. He looked out amongst the dark, glowing mushrooms and was ecstatic to discover that there were green mushrooms in that direction! And... green behind him. And to his left. And... right.

He looked down at the blue glow again. It seemed only those right around where he woke up were blue. Maybe that was because he had been asleep here?

For the first time Amoros's smile shrunk a bit. It... was all still pretty, of course. Amoros thought it beautiful in fact, but...

He breathed in softly, and then said into the wind, "You are lovely, and you should be whatever you want." It helped to affirm that to himself. Love was not about what others did for you, but what you did for them. His smile returned, and he softly opened his eyes.

To his surprise, the mushrooms in his field of view had changed colors! Oh, there were reds and yellow and purples and pinks and... black, somehow... and whites and some kind of rainbow mushroom and... He almost cried. This world loved him enough to change itself for him. He didn't even ask, it saw what he wanted and changed just to make him happy.

His smile grew wider than ever before and he fell to his knees. "I love you too..."

15AP-1AP = 14AP

Alter Terrain (1AP)
The mushrooms all around the planet now glow in different colors, depending on where they sprout from and what terrain features are around them. Mushrooms slowly fade from one color to the next the further you travel. Navigation is surprisingly easy when an entire planet is color coded for your convenience, huh? :smallwink::smalltongue:

[Hatter]

The nothingness that created the plant life marveled at the sudden change as the fungi and plants suddenly changed color, the being giggled at the sight I came up with an idea. The being slowly took on a golden feminine form, though without features beyond the fact that it was now clearly a she.

The being reached for a blanket of multi-colored moss and wrapped it around her naked torso before skipping through the world and plucked many of the luminescent orbs and decorated her moss-gown with them and a large white vine as a belt. Her eyes opened for the first time, pupil-less and shining a pale green light.

She spoke ....

"I am Illnara"

[Hatter]

Illnara walked through a purple mushroom forest, her glowing eyes gazing about and while she was satisfied with what she had created, all was quiet, nothing moved, only she moved. She began to feel lonely and so she raised a hand into the air and a curved blade materialized in her open palm and she used that blade with a swift motion to cut a piece of air and placed it into her palm.

She stared down at the piece of air before leaning forward to kiss it ever so gently and spoke in a whisper

"Come, child. Be born into this beautiful world."

The piece of air began to take shape and sitting in her palm was a small tuft of colorful fuzz that seemed to shift colors as the wind blew upon it, it opened two small little beady black eyes and began to chirp a small song.

"Child, I name you Sprite. It is forever your duty to carry the spores of life from fungi to fungi. You are the messenger, the bringer of life. You will sing beautiful songs for any and all to hear. In return, the fungi will gift you their fruit to dine upon and so you will live like this until time is no more."

She bent down and retrieved a small glowing orb from the base of a large mushroom and presented it to the sprite. The sprite happily opened an overly large mouth and swallowed the fruit whole before hopping off of Ilnara's hand and joining other's like itself, happily bouncing about the ground while chirping and chaisng each other around the base of a large mushroom. The planet was no longer quiet and lonely. The sprites chirpped their songs to each other and filled the world with activity.

Starting AP: 13
1AP Create Animal Life: Sprite - The Sprite is a small limbless and fuzzy creature with small beady black eyes that bounces around, carrying itself on gusts of wind for longer distances. Their They feed on the fruits of the mushrooms and carry the mushrooms spores around so that the mushrooms could spread and continue to grow.
Ending AP: 12

[Prisoner]

The void around the planet shimmered and wavered. A new consciousness was coming into being. The void wrapped around the consciousness, and formed robes and a hood. The newly robed figure's body was impossible to see beneath the blackness of his clothes, but his consciousness could be felt as an icy sensation. The newly formed god looked down at himself, and a single word echoed in his mind. Nirax. That was his name, how others would refer to him. Nirax gazed around, admiring the beauty of the darkness around him, before his eyes settled on the blue planet, and the glowing land that adorned it. He moved cautiously towards the light, looking to investigate this break in the darkness. As he moved closer, he could feel a strange sensation. Another consciousness, like him, but this one created a strange feeling inside Nirax. A weird kind of happiness... Nirax shook his head and dismissed the feeling, continuing his approach to the consciousness. As Nirax became more and more agitated as he traveled towards the creature, the light seeming to make him anxious, but his curiosity about this being drove him on. When he spotted the god, he found it was a faceless humanoid creature, shivering with cold and covered in frost. Nirax found the sight pleasing. Staring down at the humanoid thing, his deep voice echoed around for the first time. "Greetings, shivering one." He gestured at the glowing mushrooms. "What is this break in the darkness?"

[TaeRai]

In the nothing, there was... A Something. This certain something was a simple wisp amongst the gloom, a mysterious orb of glowing energy. On the right, a swirling mess of tendrils and on the left, a smooth ball, perfectly spherical. The two sides of the orb seemed conflicting, each side fighting onto the other, but then there was a howl, a great cry of pain and the orb split into two halves, before reforming into a shape. This shape howled again, it's ragged cry disappearing into the nothing before a portal formed before it.

The shape, Qa'lann as it called itself, formed in his portal home, a simple swirl of colours cascading around one another. He raises his misshapen hands, not like anything he had seen before and from them, light spread through the plane and he formed his new home... Tress as tall as the sky sprouted, endless plains roamed across the ground and the sky darkened, twinkling with stars. From the grass, wolves crept from the foliage, gazing at their new creator and bowing, before sprinting off, howling and calling.

"Wolf..." Qa'luun repeated, watching his minions go. He settled in his new home, now pondering his existence as he stared up at the endless sky...

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Starting AP - 15

Create Animal Life - 1 AP

Weave Plane - 4 AP

The Plane is named Farra and is described as an endless plane with forests, gorges, swampland and lakes. It is almost always night time and is prowled by wolves. Everything is twice the size of what is should be sized, eg, trees are much taller, rivers are wider, etc. The portal out of it is a stone doorway, filled with swirling colours and can be seen from the new land on a clear night. Qa'lunn's main home is a giant treehouse in the heart of the deepest forest.

Ending AP - 10

[Visct]

From the very beginning of this awakening, a cloud was forming. Slowly, it grew, from a speck of dust, to a mass of gray mist, until, finally, as the lights of the mushrooms were beginning to flicker, the cloud rose into the sky, and it was great and gray and terrible.

As the storm cloud floated there, a rumbling sound came from it, like the rolling of thunder, low but persistent. A flash of yellow shot through the inside of it, again, and again, illuminating the vaporous form.

"What is this?" the cloud whispered, though the whisper resounded like a shout, like a cry. To punctuate, a bolt of lightning struck out, incinerating one of the newly glowing mushrooms. Like the echo of thunder resounding across the land, the voice gasped out, "What has begun?"

[Hatter]

Immediately responding to the thunderclap with a sense of wonder. Ilnara braced herself against the gusts of wind eminating from this strange cloud and spoke loudly.

"Hold your anger Tempest! Hold your wrath! I bring you a gift!"

She reached down and grabbed a rock from the beach shore and whispered to it.

"Come, Fish. Come to life. I name you. You shall enter the body of water and in this, you shall serve the master of the seas for eternity. You shall multiply and diversify in all shapes and sizes. You shall become the life that rules over places where no land dwelling creature could live."

With that, Ilnara tossed the rock into the ocean, it turned into the first fish and it would multiply and diversify to take over all the oceans and seas in service of Visct for all of eternity.

Starting AP: 10
1AP Create Animal Life: Fish - Fish were created as a gift from Ilnara to Visct. Fish are to rule the ocean and serve Visct for all of eternity.
Ending AP: 11

[Visct]

Visct boomed back at Ilnara until she spoke of a gift. Growing ominously quiet, the tempestuous cloud observed. At the sight of the fish forming in the other god's hand, Visct's cloud shifted into a human shape, though the vapors and dirt still swirled. The pace, though, went from restless to almost stillness, and where his eyes should have been, the black of the cloud was still and deep, widening with interest.

As the fish entered into the small pool, Visct whispered, throwing his glance towards Ilnara, with surprising gentleness, "Thank you. You may call me Visct."

And with an air of satisfaction, he rose from the earth and said to the fish as it swam, "For all my rage, I shall never harm you, and neither shall you or your kin ever want for room to roam."

With those words uttered and no permission requested, Visct was a cloud again, and he floated out above the small pool where the fish resided, and he summoned a mass of rain clouds, and let the water pour down, falling across the waters of the land. The rain hammered against the seas, churning the dark tides. The rain poured and poured, and in the end, the seas were great and vast, and the waters were now more his than not.

"This," he proclaimed, "Is my ocean. These waters, my domain; and the fish, my charges."

[TaeRai]

Above the new land, the new colours swirled of Farra, the newest plain, and formed in the sky as Qa'lunn observed the scene below him. His wolves nuzzles his legs but his heart still ached of loneliness. The manbeast hung his head and turned away from his charges before sprinting through his eternal forest, roaring, snarling and crying out as his pain became too much. A tree was thrust from his path with an almighty crash as he ripped it from it's roots before he came to a stop before a plain.

"Balence must be restored," he boomed, his great voice echoing across the Nothing. "We must have balance or fate will overcome us." And with those words, he raised his hand and then lowered himself, moulding and forming a figure from the clay that was before him. The figure stood still, but then Qa'lunn touched his hand... Did it twitch?

"I call you... Seir."

[Prisoner]

Nirax felt the rain, and looked up to see Visct. "Who are you? What are you doing?"

[JackofBlades]

Above the new land, the new colours swirled of Farra, the newest plain, and formed in the sky as Qa'lunn observed the scene below him. His wolves nuzzles his legs but his heart still ached of loneliness. The manbeast hung his head and turned away from his charges before sprinting through his eternal forest, roaring, snarling and crying out as his pain became too much. A tree was thrust from his path with an almighty crash as he ripped it from it's roots before he came to a stop before a plain.

"Balence must be restored," he boomed, his great voice echoing across the Nothing. "We must have balance or fate will overcome us." And with those words, he raised his hand and then lowered himself, moulding and forming a figure from the clay that was before him. The figure stood still, but then Qa'lunn touched his hand... Did it twitch?

"I call you... Seir."

The clay figure did more than twitch it looked up at the great Qa'lunn. It could sense Qa'lunn's loneliness the sense for a need of balance, and the clay figured acted in return. But which side of the scale would it seek to balance?

It first took a knee and was surrounded by a red energy...however it was more than just a color it was passion, freedom, and violence. The clay figure grew fast and so did the rush of emotions it embodied as it rose to its feet it adorned a tiger like skull. Standing at a full 10 feet tall the berserk god was something to be in awe of. 10-foot-tall barbarian warrior when in a humanoid form with a large tiger skull as a helmet of sorts his eyes glow orange from the dark eye hollows of the skull. Seir has various bright red blood designs that contrast his pale skin all over his body signifying his lineage. All of his teeth are razor sharp and his fingers and toes are like the claws of a white tiger that have a red tinge to them. These features are usually covered by his black bandages. is a tall and lean-built man with pale-skin and shoulder-length white hair. He wears a sleeveless white shirt, striped in the same fashion as the other members of his village. The upper half of his head is swathed in black bandages, and he has an accompanying black sash strapped to his waist. Seir has three eyes one on his forehead which is always closed and two eyes that are placed like a human. His eyes have a fading black ring and moving inwards they move to a bright orange color.Tufts of white hair can be seen protruding from a fold in his bandages a trail of thick fur starts from the base of his neck and goes down his back.

Seir stared his creator in the face with a scowl and a glare that was hidden beneath his large imposing beast skull. Turning from his creator he took two steps his massive tiger like feet leaving deep prints in the earth, he stared out over the vast plane. Seir brought his hands up crossed them him in front of his skull and inhaled a deep breath. And let loose a mighty roar.

ROOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR! I AM SEIR!! He roared as his primal roar shook the area and echoed for miles. When he stopped roaring a small smile crossed his face. He then turned an knelt at the foot of his forebear.

A primal nature was introduced to the world

[Visct]

Nirax felt the rain, and looked up to see Visct. "Who are you? What are you doing?"

"I am Visct," answered the thundercloud, his voice booming, but no longer angry. Even as he spoke, fish were already leaping out of the water and falling back into it, moving with a practiced grace. "Master of the Seas and the Storms."

Calmed, he descended back to land, already morphing back into his humanoid form, a personified storm cloud with eyes like still, pitch-black gems amid the swirling whirlpools of mist that made up his body. "And who are you?"

[Prisoner]

"Greetings, Visct. Nirax is my name. Tell me, what do you know about this break in the Void? It disturbs me."

[OrganicEvil]

It was, at the heart of it, a matter of potentiality: Aesric might exist--indeed, must exist, for how could there be primal force without civilization to set its bounds, to define it by its opposite?--and therefore he existed. The fact that he did not yet was a mere inconvenience. Thus came to exist the first of mortals, who was in fact a god.

Aesric looked down upon the world with shining eyes. He saw the fish in the sea and the whispers in the wind and the magic in the bones of the hills. It was a good start, as such things went, but something was still missing. Aesric adjusted his cloak and set to work.

First, Aesric went down to the water, to speak with the fish. "Tell me, Brother Fish," he asked, "What would you trade for your breath?"

"I'd trade it for a jewel," said Brother Fish, "a shining gem with which my Lord Visct might be pleased."

Aesric laughed. ""It's done, and done, and three times done!" he cried. And thus it is that clams produce pearls and fish do not breathe air.

Next, Aesric went up to the mountains, to speak with the wind "Tell me, Sister Wind," he asked, "What would you trade for your words?"

"I'd trade it for the right to roam," said Sister Wind, "the freedom to see the world."

"That I can most easily provide," said the Wanderer. "It's done, and done, and three times done!" And thus it is that the wind whispers wordlessly, and flies free across the Earth.

Finally, Aesric went to the old chalk-beds, to speak with the hills. "Tell me, you old Hills," he asked, "What would you trade for Eldest Mirmulnir's magic, which lives deep in your bones?"

"We shall not trade with you, Road-raveler!" proclaimed the hills. "What lives within our bones belongs to us, and naught that you can offer shall sway us."

Aesric frowned. "If you'll not trade, perhaps you'll wager. Let us wrestle; if you win, you may take my name and take my power, and the words of the wind and the breath of the fish besides. But if I win, I shall take what I have asked for."

The hills murmured, considering. "We have a wager," they replied at last.

"It's done, and done, and three times done!" cried Aesric. Then, doffing his cloak and staff, he set to wrestle the hills.

The battle was long and fierce, shaking the earth and the pillars of heaven, but Aesric invoked the name of his father, who is the friend of those who seek, and his brother, lover of battles, and in the end emerged victorious. "Now, you Hills," the god exclaimed, "I shall take my winnings. Next time, you shall know better to trade with me."

"Next time," said the hills, "We shall know better than to gamble." And that was the start of the wisdom of the hills.

Then Aesric went to the Wood of Wolves, where his father ruled, and found a grove of stand of trees. There he sang to them and bid them live, and the branches became arms, twigs were fingers, and leaves turned into hair. When he was done, one of the new beings stepped forward. "What are we, Master?" he asked. "What are we to be?"

"You are mortal folk," said Aesric. "I shall call you the Anthieri, but I am not your master. Here now, I shall give you a gift." Then he wove together the breath of fish and the words of the wind and the magic in the bones of the hills, and when he was done he made a gift of it to them, and to all who would come after. "It is called a soul," said Aesric, "because it its solely yours. I give it to you now, and one day I will come back for it, to conduct it onwards. That is what it means to be mortal." Then he left the ones he had created to spread across the land and, his work done, returned to his contemplation.

Starting AP: 15
5AP Fabled Concept: The Soul- Perhaps the most fundamental building block of mortality, it is the soul that gives them their capacity to hope, to dream, to change, to feel, and, ultimately, to die. This is, of course, an open concept, and always will be.
2AP Mundane Life: The Anthieri- A humanoid race, tall and slender with bark-brown skin and hair in all the colors of leaves. Any god is welcome to control a faction of them as their followers, just please don't take all of them.
3AP Gain Domain: Souls (Psychopomp)
Ending AP: 5

[HalfTangible]

Fairy Light

Amoros enjoyed the sight the world had given him for a few hours (it would be rude not to) before jumping to the ground below. He wanted to return the world's affection however he could, and that started with giving it a gift in return. He reached down to scoop up one of the blue fruit beneath his feet, and smiled lovingly at it. It was a fruit and nothing more, but love brought out the best in all things. He kissed the fruit, and pet it lightly.

As he did so, the fruit slowly began to tremble and shift. It began to smooth out into a soft ball of stone, as smooth and immaculate as marble. From its back split gossamer wings that glowed with a soft blue light. The wings began to flap, but it didn't lift off of his hand.

He smiled and kissed his new creation. "Welcome to the world, fairy." He blew on it, and dissolved as if it had been made of sand. Each of those little granules of fairy, however, sprouted wings of their own and began to fly away...

14-1=13AP
Create Life: Fairies
Nature spirits and guides, basically. Their color depends on the color of the fruits they've eaten recently, and are compassionate and helpful whenever they can be.
And yeah, I basically cribbed their appearance from LoZ.

Beware the Frozen Heart

Amoros looked up to Nirax and smiled. A sibling? He'd never had one of those before. But it seemed appropriate, and love between siblings is some of the strongest. He rushed forward to embrace him. "Mushrooms! Lots and lots of mushrooms! And colors!"

[Prisoner]

Nirax placed his hand firmly between himself and Amoros, and kept the shivering humanoid at bay. "I do not like these things, these... colours. They disturb the void."

[Prisoner]

Nirax saw something out of the corner of his eye. A strange flying creature. It tried to say something, but then it fell to the ground, shivering, half its body encased in ice. Nirax stared at what he'd done and then, after a few moments, he laughed. "I can create the shivering!" he boomed. Snowflakes began emanating from him, and soon the area around him was cloaked in snow and ice.

[Hatter]

With a smile, Ilnara bid goodbye to the departing Visct and brought herself back in-land where she came to meet a peculiar sight.

Ilnara gazed upon a clearing within the mushrooms and saw a group of "people" their skin was the color of wood and their hair, a multitude of shades like the leaves that adorned the lesser plant-life. She gazed at them in awe before glancing down and seeing her own reflection in a puddle of clear water. No features beyond the gold that made up her skin and hair. Suddenly, lips formed upon er face and she frowned at the sight before taking on a new form, similar to that of those mortals below, a middle-aged female in fact. The only thing that set her apart from those mortals was the strands of golden hair that adorned her head and that pale green glow that radiated from her eyes. With that change, she smiled and walked down into the clearing among the mortals. They gazed at her and many fell to their knees for they did not know who or what it was that they saw and they remained like that for a long time as she walked among them, observing the crude spears that they carried, the body paint that adorned their skin and the animal pelts that covered their bodies from the elements. Finally, one of them dared to come forward, a young girl not even quite a woman yet.

"Mistress" She said as she prostrated herself before the goddess. "Who are you?"

"I am Ilnara, Lady of the Harvest" Ilnara replied, placing her hand on the girl's cheek and within an instant all of the girl's memories flooded her heart. She saw the pains of mortals, she experienced the cold, the rain battering down upon un-sheltered bodies. She felt the pangs of hunger and the sadness of hunting parties returning empty-handed and much much more. These things, they stabbed at Ilnara's heart like a crooked blade and the goddess openly wept at the girl's pain.

"Mistress, why do you cry? What is wrong?" The girl began to panic at the sight of divine tears, not knowing what to do.

"I weep for the pain your people have experienced. I weep for the life that you have endured with none to teach you otherwise. Come with me child and I shall teach you. All of you, come with me." Ilnara wrapped the girl under her arm and gestured for the rest to follow.

Ilnara gathered the Anthieri together and taught them how to toil the land and grow crops of edible plants and fungi. She taught them how to harvest those crops and how to process them for food and clothing. She gave them the knowledge needed to construct homes to protect them from the elements of the world. She taught them how to live a different life from the life of a hunter/gatherer and when all was said and done she took the young girl who initially talked to her and gathered the Anthieri together.

"Listen, Children and listen to me well. No longer will you suffer the pangs of hunger. No longer will you lie bare to the elements. You will carve for yourselves a place in this world and this brave young girl will lead you towards that paradise. This young girl will be your guide and your leader. Her name, though sweet and beautiful is now Eva and she will be the first of many priestesses to come and she will teach others in the ways of the Lady of the Harvest. Blessed are you, Children. Blessed are the Anthieri whom follow me." That being said, Ilnara placed a single finger upon Eva's forehead and imparted the knowledge of ritual and magic so that she might lead her people into a new era and so those select group of Anthieri set forth and claimed a clearing by a river, built homes for themselves and constructed a temple to Ilnara, The Lady of the Harvest. The first town of civilized folk was born, Ilnarahan (Ilnara's Blessing).

Starting AP: 11
2AP Form Organization/Society: Ilnarahan - A small town (est. pop. 300)on the Western part of the continent. Though humble with homes mostly built of thatch and mud-bricks, the town has adopted agriculture as a means of survival and have constructed a humble temple to Ilnara where priestesses are led by a High-Priestess in prayer, song and devotion.
2AP Form Organization/Society: Temple of Ilnara - Ilnara's priestesses dress in simple garb, not much different from common women. The one thing that sets them apart is a sickle shaped medalion that hangs from their neck and serves as a conduit for their nature magic. Ilnara's temples are often humble in nature with various plant and fungi growing within. Sprites tend to be found bouncing around these temples.
3AP Create Magical Concept: Nature Magic(Divine) - Ilnara has granted her priestesses the knowledge of Nature Magic, granted to them through daily prayers to be used at their disposal as deemed necessary. Such nature magic is available for any nature deity to pass on to their followers.
Ending AP: 4

[TaeRai]

The clay figure did more than twitch it looked up at the great Qa'lunn. It could sense Qa'lunn's loneliness the sense for a need of balance, and the clay figured acted in return. But which side of the scale would it seek to balance?

It first took a knee and was surrounded by a red energy...however it was more than just a color it was passion, freedom, and violence. The clay figure grew fast and so did the rush of emotions it embodied as it rose to its feet it adorned a tiger like skull. Standing at a full 10 feet tall the berserk god was something to be in awe of. 10-foot-tall barbarian warrior when in a humanoid form with a large tiger skull as a helmet of sorts his eyes glow orange from the dark eye hollows of the skull. Seir has various bright red blood designs that contrast his pale skin all over his body signifying his lineage. All of his teeth are razor sharp and his fingers and toes are like the claws of a white tiger that have a red tinge to them. These features are usually covered by his black bandages. is a tall and lean-built man with pale-skin and shoulder-length white hair. He wears a sleeveless white shirt, striped in the same fashion as the other members of his village. The upper half of his head is swathed in black bandages, and he has an accompanying black sash strapped to his waist. Seir has three eyes one on his forehead which is always closed and two eyes that are placed like a human. His eyes have a fading black ring and moving inwards they move to a bright orange color.Tufts of white hair can be seen protruding from a fold in his bandages a trail of thick fur starts from the base of his neck and goes down his back.

Seir stared his creator in the face with a scowl and a glare that was hidden beneath his large imposing beast skull. Turning from his creator he took two steps his massive tiger like feet leaving deep prints in the earth, he stared out over the vast plane. Seir brought his hands up crossed them him in front of his skull and inhaled a deep breath. And let loose a mighty roar.

ROOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR! I AM SEIR!! He roared as his primal roar shook the area and echoed for miles. When he stopped roaring a small smile crossed his face. He then turned an knelt at the foot of his forebear.

A primal nature was introduced to the world

Qa'lunn smiled smugly at his son, examining his new form and walking in a semi-circle around him, looking like a proud father. "Tell me, my son... What do you seek?" he asked in a soft tone, his tail flicking back and forth.

[HalfTangible]

Nirax placed his hand firmly between himself and Amoros, and kept the shivering humanoid at bay. "I do not like these things, these... colours. They disturb the void."Amoros' smile faded as Nirax stopped him from hugging him. Maybe hugs just made him uncomfortable. "Well, if you don't like these colors, I could help you find another."


Nirax saw something out of the corner of his eye. A strange flying creature. It tried to say something, but then it fell to the ground, shivering, half its body encased in ice. Nirax stared at what he'd done and then, after a few moments, he laughed. "I can create the shivering!" he boomed. Snowflakes began emanating from him, and soon the area around him was cloaked in snow and ice.

Create Magical Concept - Ice
15 AP - 4 AP = 11 AP
I don't know if ice on its own would be a magical concept. It seems more... mundane?

On a side note, this is where I see if I can make one major aspect to this character work.
Amoros gasped and fell to his knees as the fairy fell. Oh, this poor creature! It had so much pain and harm. Slowly, trembling, he picked up the frozen fairy and began petting the ice around it. Slowly the ice began to melt away, and as it did the fairy's wings began to tremble back to movement as it was slowly stroked by the lord of love.

"There, there, little one..." Amoros whispered, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Let the pain melt away."

Amoros looked up to Nirax, still smiling as he stroked the fairy back to life. "Sorry about that, brother. This creature was in too much pain to ignore."

[Hatter]

THE GARDEN

Tired from all the work she had put forth upon the world, Ilnara retreated into the void where she reached out and walked through to her domain.

The place was barren at first, no light, no life but as soon as Ilnara stepped in, many fungi and lesser plants sprung to life and immediately created a multitude of colorful light throughout her realm. With a brush of her fingers, she brought forth small streams that joined together from a multitude of directions. She threw her fingers into the air and with direction of her sickle, she draped the many tall fungi with silver and gold vines that shimmered and sparkled under the glowing light of her realm, a mimicry of the mortal world though much more beautiful.

She entered the center of her domain where she crafted two immaculate thrones of vines, fungi and plant life and with a whistle a multitude of sprites began to move about withing her realm. She sat down in one of the thrones and conjured up a glass of sparkling clear water. She smiled, she was satisfied. The Garden was created, her own refuge and a place for the souls of her followers to enter final rest. She whispered out gently "Amoros."

Starting AP: 4
4AP Weave Plane: The Garden - After toiling hard upon the Mortal Realm, Ilnara retreated for rest. She created The Garden, a place of peace and rest for herself and her followers. The Garden is modeled after the Mortal Realm's many forests, though designed in such a way to be much more beautiful and divine. At this time, The Garden is open for any and all to visit.
Ending AP: 0

[Prisoner]

Nirax looked up from admiring the snow now circling him to see Amoros nursing the fairy. "The colour I want is up there." Nirax gestured towards the black sky. Then he asked, "What is your name? Why do you help the creature?"

[Eldamar]

From Living Stone

The first of the divine, as he’d latter me named Mirmulnir, watched the world long and from afar even as other gods came into existence, or spawned even more divine minds, and made their marks upon the center of all creation. Physicality tempted him, being but bodiless. A drifting mind without boundary for so long, or short, a time just observing grew boring without interruption. The single continent glowed with fungi feeding off the latent energy of creation, and new life began to rise and roam.

Mirmulnir conceived of something of his own making and purpose, mortal creatures that could be his earthly kin. Creatures to share his thoughts with, and in turn expand his own knowledge even if a little. And without mention their existence would make his influence undeniable. They must be of the World and of Him, mundane and divine combined harmoniously, so from his place in the Void above the World, he fashioned spirits of seven to the seventh of like temperament to his own, and the sky shone with their inner light as thousands of newly formed souls twinkled above a magnificent, pulsating orb.

The lingered there for a while, before the great sphere of light began to fall towards the World, and with it came a dazzling, swirling tail of far smaller lights. Like a great swarm, the descended upon the lone continent, towards the vast heart of this newly risen land and as anticlimactic as their creation and fall, the spirits disappeared into the earth. No impact, no noise, and the light grew dim once more. Until the earth shook. The ground cracked and split, the fires at the belly of the World glowed bright, and at the center of the continent a great mountain began to rise and from its feet sprang even more mountains, until the great fissures spread northeast, northwest, and south until they reached into the sea to make it boil and even lesser mountains and hills sprang forth from the crags.

And at the peak of this new mountain, that has its peak above the clouds, the seven to the seventh spirits and the One broke from the stone and metal. Built from rock and metal and fire and water, their stone hides begin to fall and reveal the flesh beneath. A stocky race of exceptional endurance and stamina, with skin that went pale as limestone to dark as coal, and eyes of vibrant gemstones that glowed beneath an inner light, and hair the color of copper, iron, gold, and silver. And their maker so took physical form with them, experienced their creation as one of them, and saw the world through their eyes.

So awoke the Dwarrow-Folk.

Starting AP: 10 AP
Rollover: + 4 AP
4 AP Create Magical Race: Dwarrow - Dwarves, pretty much in appearance. Their eyes have a very faint glow to them from their innate connection and ability to tap into the Arcane and wield magic. All dwarrow are capable of it. Seven to the seventh is more for the literature and myth of the people. It's 7^7, so 823,543 individuals.
1AP Alter Land: Himalaya-sized mountains at the center of the continent, with three ranges stretch northeast, northwest, and south from the center that are considerably smaller the further away you travel. Effectively dividing the continent into three largely separated areas.
Ending AP: 9

[HalfTangible]

With Nirax


Nirax looked up from admiring the snow now circling him to see Amoros nursing the fairy. "The colour I want is up there." Nirax gestured towards the black sky. Then he asked, "What is your name? Why do you help the creature?"Amoros looked up the night sky. "Hm. Hard to make light shine like that one, but I think I could manage it."

"... Because it was in pain?" Amoros tilted his head. "Do I need another reason? ... Oh, and my name is Amoros."

The Garden - Later

Amoros' eyes were filled with wonder and awe as he came into Ilnara's view. These gardens were truly an amazing place, filled with life and power. He bore the innocent smile of a man in love with everything. The goddess would see him as the most beautiful creature she had ever come across, radiating joy, warmth and love.

The sprites around the god of love were entranced by his presence. Like a moth drawn to the flame they could not help but float in his wake in a dreamy fugue. He had a comforting word and a soft smile for each of them.

Amoros turned to look at Ilnara, his love for her plain and shining upon his face. He walked to the goddess of nature and embraced her in a warm, comforting hug.

Amoros planted a kiss upon her. "Such a beautiful home you've crafted."

13AP+4AP=15AP (MAX)

[lord of pixies]

SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES

Legends will say that Aesmus was born of a great act of evil, or of a terrible war, some will even say that he always existed, birthed of the shadows themselves.

But Legends lie.

There was no great war. Evil does not care how great the act. That is the nature of evil; It slips and slithers in through the smallest of acts...

Two Anthieri brothers, who's names are already lost to the void, came upon a small clearing, and in the center lay one of the largest Fruit they had seen. Neither brother was particularly hungry, Neither brother Needed the fruit, but both craved it. And so they fought; until one brother slew the other. This was the first Evil Act.

The ever present glow of the mushrooms dimmed, and the shadows seemed to drift towards the still warm corpse, encasing it in dark energies. From this blasphemy of flesh and shadow arose Aesmus. His form, still humanoid, twisted into a perversion of its past self. Large curved horns spouted from his temples, black leather wings sprung from his back, a long forked tongue flickered from behind vicious fangs.


Black eyes scanned the surroundings, and fell upon the form of the surviving Anthieri."Hello, Brother" without another word he slew him, his blood splattering the surrounding Flora.

Aesmus bent over the slain Anthieri, and from his corpse, drew out a soul; black and twisted. And He declared, in a loud voice: "This shall be my Birthright and my domain; as shall be any like it."

And Aesmus took the wicked soul and set about creating a place for it. "Three times this has been promised, and so three times it shall be damned.

He looked to the Magic of the Hills, and so flew far up into the void; far removed from the land and the hills. He looked to the Words of the Wind, and so filled this space with deafening silence. Lastly he looked to the Breath of the Fish, and so filled this realm with a suffocating nothingness. And it was in this prison, this void, That he placed the first damned soul. He had stripped it of its ability to Hope, to dream, to change, to feel, and to die; and left it alone in absolute nothingness. Alone with it's own wickedness.

"Abadon" he named it, And Abadon it shall allways be.

Starting AP: 15 AP
5AP Create Fabled Concept: Damnation. Those mortals that do wicked acts have their souls twisted and corrupted by evil. This is, of course, an open concept, and always will be.
4AP Weave plane: "Abadon" a hellish void, the entrance to which is visible high above New Amaranth. This world does not (yet) have a sun of light and life, and so instead has one of darkness as reminder of what awaits those who do evil.
3AP Gain Domain: Souls (Damnation)
Ending AP: 3

[Prisoner]

Nirax, upon hearing this, turned and flew across the continent, until he came to the newly built town of Ilnarahan. He watched the people of the town move around, and construct their civilisation. They were all happy. "The mortals must know pain," he muttered to himself. He flew off, away from the mushroom continent, to where the world was still dark. In the water, he forged a new land. It was smaller than the mushroom land, more of an island than a continent. It was a barren, rocky place, covered in ice. There was very little vegetation or life. At the center was a large cave, which sloped downwards, deep into the island. Nirax entered the cave, and went to the very end. At the cave's end, he ripped it apart to expose nothingness. The void, but not the Void outside, a void of Nirax's own creation. "This will be my realm... the Shadow Realm," Nirax said, as he stared into the portal. He flew through, and stood there in the emptiness for a time, before beginning his work. First, he twisted the void into a tall humanoid of darkness. "You, you will be their fear," he said. "You will be Cthanatus!" Then he took another piece of the darkness, and formed it into a hood, and robes. "You will be chaos, the antithesis to their petty society. You will be madness, they will break before you," he said, and as he did so, the robes became blood-red, and golden bells sprouted from them. Nirax then created a golden mask in the empty space between the hood and the robes. "Welcome, Izumi." Izumi's mask grinned back at Nirax insanely. Nirax looked upon the two new consciousnesses and said, "Together, we will be the suffering of the mortals. Join my Pantheon, children, join the Pantheon of Suffering!"


Create Land - AP 2
Weave Plane - AP 4
Gather Pantheon - AP 2
15 AP - 6 AP = 9 AP

[Eldamar]

Atop of the World

The Seven to the Seventh plus One, of the Dwarrow-Folk gathered at the top of tallest of mounts, clinging to cliff edge, sitting upon precipices, and standing upon peaks marveling at their birth and the vast lands in all directions they could gaze. What where they do? Where should they go? None had answers, so they began their Forum. Groups formed, muttering to themselves, some large and boisterous, some small and quiet, all thinking aloud. Mirmulnir, as a silver-haired dwarrow-man with violet eyes and grey skin wandered through the crowds, poising questions here and commenting there, subverting ideas and injecting new ones. Some Dwarrow-Folk rebuked his ignorance, some praised his wisdom, all agreed with him to form a consensus.

Thus began the First Great Forum. When the Dwarrow-Folk began their first Discussion to decide what their Fates. Every Dwarrow man and woman who wished to voice an opinion did so and all listened. Every seventh to the second speech gave way to a time of rest and reflection. Hours turned to days. Days turned to weeks. But upon the seventh week, all who had wish to speak had spoken and the Vote began.

Upon the north base of the mountain, overlooking the vast plains between the mountain’s outstretched arms, they would construct a great hall for their forums, and a great city around their forum, and a great fortress around their city. Three hundred and forty three Dwarrow-folk shall sit upon the forum, each selected by greatest populous vote. So they descended their mountain, Mirmulnir amongst the crowd. Not all agreed with the Forum, and some refused to follow along. They had different lands in mind, and wanted no ruler, or to be ruler themselves. Scant few dissented, but they left to find their own paths and lands with no issue.


The First Law of all Dwarrow-Folk; All persons shall be free of the fear of reprisal, harm, and exile for what they speak.

Their descent was dangerous, long, and winding. Mushrooms were eaten, springs were drunk, steps were worn down by bare feet, and ledges flattened for sleeping. The Dwarrow-folk are hardy and strong, but not all are so careful or lucky. Some saw the mountain’s feet quicker than the rest. But when the dead were entombed in stone, and the greater bulk of their numbers stood upon flatter, softer earth they began working.

Now, Mirmulnir knew this task would be laborious and deadly. Much stone need be moved, carved, and excavated. Homes built. Waterways dug. Food gathered. So he found the cleverest of his folk, and hatched with them new ideas. New creations. Gathering stones and chunks of ore in appropriate shapes, they built three figures. Twice as tall as the tallest of dwarrow, with large hands, large feet, and great shoulders, and small heads. With their eyes aglow, these Dwarrow mages laid their hands upon the stone figures and pushed the arcane into them. Two began to stir, rock grinding against rock as they rose to their misshapen feet. Moving as their makers directed.

Mirmulnir animated the third by himself, and the stones used only knew his touch. But when this one stirred, it did not do as directed.

Starting AP: 9
2AP Form Society - The Dwarrow Freehold: The first Dwarrow civilization. A democratic republic lead by a Forum of 343 counselors. Situated upon the northern foot of the massive mountain at the center of the first continent, between the northwest and northeast mountain ranges.
3AP Create Magical Concept - Golem Construction: The process of making golems. Made from any inanimate material infused with arcane magic and controlled by the creator that infused it with magic.
1AP Create Animal Life - Golems: Mindless, soulless constructs of inanimate matter controlled by its creator.
Ending AP: 3AP

[Visct]

Visct did not overly concern himself with the events on the continent, nor did he notice the forums of the Dwarrow-folk. Instead, he was twisting the seas beneath him, forming currents and whirlpools, giving contours to the seas. He felt the thermal vents boiling beneath the waters, and he basked in the heat as he watched the sea creatures knifing through the water. Just as Ilnara had decreed, the fish had multiplied into other fish, fish of other kinds, from plain to great, angelfish to sharks. And Visct loved them all, named them and knew them.

But so many of them were so feeble, and a worry planted its seed in Visct's paranoid mind. What if his new charges were targeted? The greater sharks could defend themselves, but what of the small things? The small fish with delicate bodies... Visct could not bear the thought of seeing them injured, and he could feel the anger rising in him, as though he had discovered for a fact that there was an enemy arising.

"No!" he cried out, a bolt of lightning striking the waters as the churned in time with his anger. "No one will hurt my children! God, animal, mortal- none!"

And Visct brought into existence the Defenders of his waters. The Sea Serpents he made were massive beasts, long of body, and mighty of jaw, and he said unto them, "You will protect your lesser kin, and you will destroy any who disturb these waters." Terrible creatures were these serpents, a monstrous perversion of the gift Ilnara had so kindly bestowed upon Visct, but he saw them as nothing more than a necessary precaution, even as their tongues lashed out in anxious anticipation for flesh. But they consented to carrying out the task given to them. Great beasts with awful strength and insatiable hunger they might be, but they would obey their creator, and defend the sea from those that meant it harm.

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15 AP - 3 AP (Create Greater Life - Sea Serpents) = 12 AP

[Darklady2831]

The Great Green God

At the time, none knew what went wrong. Even Mirmulnir did not know what had happened to cause the third Golem to act and behave as it did. In later years, Dwarrow-Folk and God alike would ponder the question, and come up with theories. As events became lost to myth, some mortals would theorize that the mingling of divine power and mortal work tainted the divine essence. Indeed, that mortals were inherently evil and flawed would come to be a core tenet to the beliefs of many in the ages to come. Some would theorize that it was the stone and metal itself that was flawed, that the hills had become angry of the theft of their flesh and rebelled. Still others believed that it was pure chance, an unfortunate fluke, that produced the results that followed the Third's activation.

Whatever the truth, that was for beings smarter and wiser than the Golem. For in the moment it awoke, its eyes shone with a terrible glee. Even as Mirmulnir drew his hand away, and gazed upon his creation, it glowered. With a terrible cry, it lashed out at its creator. "CRUSH!" It shouted as its fist connected with the God of Magic. Unprepared as he was, he was thrown across the hall and slammed into the wall. The hall buckled under the force, but held. The Golem then charged, screaming in incoherent rage as he plowed into the Dwarrow Mages. Many were thrown back, sprawled across the hall like ragdolls. Others were not so lucky. The Golem's rage was nearly infinite, and even as the majority of the Dwarrow Mages flew through the air, it slammed its massive fists down upon others.

Those who had avoided the Golem's charge were quickly and messily turned into gooey red paste, fine red mist, and pulped corpses. Those who managed to flee the Golem as it crushed their kin screamed and shouted with terror. Never before had such violence been known, not even during the first evil act was the carnage as pervasive as it had been then. It is said that even as its limbs cracked and creaked under the strain of its own strength, it laughed. A gleeful, terrible laugh that none had known before. It was enjoying the slaughter it had orchestrated, such that it was blind to the fleeing Dwarrow and the God of Magic as the great Mirmulnir recovered from his initial shock.

[Eldamar]

A Chamber of Sorrow
Mirmulnir and Golgoth

As Mirmulnir crawled from the rubble and his eyes grew focused, he saw the devastation his experiment had wrecked. The dead and dying lying in bits and pieces, blood covering the chamber floor to ceiling, the mad golem still thrashing about. Blood dripped from a gash across his brow, but the Lord of Magic still retained his power as his eyes glowed brighter. Chains erupted from his hands, not of metal, but of raw arcane energy and he bound the golem wrist and ankle, pulling with strength beyond possibility for a mortal to bring the monster to its hands and knees. The room grew dark then, and quiet. The dwarrow mages to survive having fled and only the lifeless corpses of the unlucky there to witness.

“Calm yourself.” He whispered, limping with a spranged ankle towards the construct. “What madness grips thee to slaughter with such mirth?”

[Darklady2831]

A Chamber of Sorrow
Mirmulnir and Golgoth

The Golem slammed into the ground, the force causing more cracks to appear on its stone form. It groaned and roared in defiance, struggling with futility against the chains of magical energy. Its head, jutting forward from between its hunched shoulders, strained to look at Mirmulnir. Its mouth opened, canine teeth and boar-like tusks jutting from its maw where before there had been nothing. "Lemme go, stunty git!" It bellowed in a guttural, brutish voice. It struggled more, cracks spreading from its joints. It snarled, glowering at Mirmulnir as its Glee faded into defiant rage. "I don' need no madness ta kill!"

[OrganicEvil]

A Chamber of Sorrow
Mirmulnir, Golgoth, and Aesric

Aesric traveled to the chamber. It was a trivial thing for him, appearing there. After all, he was the Lord of Ways and Means. He had felt the pull of death to this place, the need of the souls to be gathered. He had been called thus often for the Dwarrow-Folk in recent years. But this time, on his arrival, what he saw surprised him: Eldest Mirmulnir, struggling--struggling--to contain a man fashioned all of stone. "Now what," the Clever God asked, "has happened here?"

[Eldamar]

A Chamber of Sorrow
Mirmulnir and Golgoth

The Golem slammed into the ground, the force causing more cracks to appear on its stone form. It groaned and roared in defiance, struggling with futility against the chains of magical energy. Its head, jutting forward from between its hunched shoulders, strained to look at Mirmulnir. Its mouth opened, canine teeth and boar-like tusks jutting from its maw where before there had been nothing. "Lemme go, stunty git!" It bellowed in a guttural, brutish voice. It struggled more, cracks spreading from its joints. It snarled, glowering at Mirmulnir as its Glee faded into defiant rage. "I don' need no madness ta kill!"


The golem’s own testament was all the Mirmulnir needed to hear. This monstrosity was beyond reason. Raising a hand, he intended to smite the creature from existence, but found he could not. Something prevented him from erasing its very substance. “Impossible,” he thought while staring into its gnashing maw. It shouldn’t be capable of generated new matter under the power he had implanted, or thought he implanted.

Grabbing ahold of Golgoth’s chains, Mirmulnir swings them both into the wall with tremendous velocity, but instead of crashing they disappear, and many thousand miles away upon the opposite side of the mountain, they emerge from the hills with the chains gone and Mirmulnir's injuries healed.“You are no mere construct. Not any more. Your transgressions will garner your very image to be a curse to my people. Speak a name I can give them, so their ire may have a focus. Then tell my why you desire to kill.”

[Darklady2831]

The Mountainside of Slaughter
Mirmulnir, Golgoth, and Aesric

The Golem staggered to its feet, stretching its body as fragments of stone fell from the cracks. "I'z Golgoth! I kill when I wants ta', and I wants ta' 'cuz I'z Golgoth!" It bellowed, reaching down to pick up a small boulder. It threw the stone haphazardly at Mirmulnir, missing by many feet. You'z small, I'z big! So I'z gonna smash an' chop an' stomp until I'z de only one left!" It shouted, always it shouted. Its voice never dropped below a roar.

[Eldamar]

The Mountainside of Slaughter
Mirmulnir, Golgoth, and Aesric

The Golem staggered to its feet, stretching its body as fragments of stone fell from the cracks. "I'z Golgoth! I kill when I wants ta', and I wants ta' 'cuz I'z Golgoth!" It bellowed, reaching down to pick up a small boulder. It threw the stone haphazardly at Mirmulnir, missing by many feet. You'z small, I'z big! So I'z gonna smash an' chop an' stomp until I'z de only one left!" It shouted, always it shouted. Its voice never dropped below a roar.

“And what happens when there’s nothing left to smash and chomp and stomp?” The stocky, silver-haired dwarrow stands there looking at him, hands folded behind his back.

[Darklady2831]

The Mountainside of Slaughter
Mirmulnir, Golgoth, and Aesric

"Den I'll just smash summore!" It says, obviously missing the entire content of the question. Golgoth took a step forward, grinning gleefully as it moved towards Mirmulnir to attack once more. "Graaaaaagh!" It bellowed, charging towards Mirmulnir, fist pulled back. Its stone form cracked more, a few more chips of stone falling away to reveal a dark greenish hide the colour of weeds. "I'z gonna pound ya' into paste!"

[Eldamar]

The Mountainside of Slaughter
Mirmulnir, Golgoth, and Aesric

"Den I'll just smash summore!" It says, obviously missing the entire content of the question. Golgoth took a step forward, grinning gleefully as it moved towards Mirmulnir to attack once more. "Graaaaaagh!" It bellowed, charging towards Mirmulnir, fist pulled back. Its stone form cracked more, a few more chips of stone falling away to reveal a dark greenish hide the colour of weeds. "I'z gonna pound ya' into paste!"

“Hmm. Fortunately, nothing of significant importance lives around here. “ Mirmulnir comments, a very disappointed scowl upon his face. His meaning of course being the vast, empty canyons and valleys of the desolate southern mountain chain. The north was impassable, a wall of solid rock. Eastward, the land opens up to vast mushroom covered plains and hills and uninhabited save for whatever Antheiri and Dwarrow tribes that might have wandered that way. Westward, the land opens up to vast mushroom covered plains and hills and far away to the west lies the first Anthieri settlement of Ilnarahan.

And before Golgoth’s punch could land, Mirmulnir was gone in a blink.

[OrganicEvil]

The Mountainside of Slaughter
Golgoth and Aesric

Aesric stepped out of the shadows from which he had been watching the exchange. No time for niceties, the Lord of Riches thought to himself. "Golgoth," he said, "there is a smarter way, a better way, to smash."

[Darklady2831]

The Mountainside of Slaughter
Golgoth and Aesric

Golgoth charged through empty air, quickly knocking itself off balance with the sheer weight it had put into the attempted punch. It staggered back, looking around, trying to find Mirmulnir. "Raaagh! Where you'z hidin' ya' stunty?! Runnin' from a foight ya' can't win?!" It bellowed, huffing angrily. More of the stone on its body fell away, revealing its true visage. A figure, easily ten feet tall or taller if it wasn't hunched over, lay beneath the stone shell. Bulging muscles strained against the prison of green skin that held them in place, veins easily visible on what passed for the God's neck. Golgoth spun around clumsily, causing the ground to shake as its great foot stomped down upon the stone. " 'oo finks dey'z know smashin' betta dan I duz?!" It shouted, looking for the source of the voice.

Finding it, Golgoth nearly charged again, but seemed restrained. " 'oo are you?" It asked, eyeing the other god up and down. It pointing a sausage-like finger at him accusingly. "You'z tryin'a trick me? Iz dat it? You'z fink jus' 'cuz I'm strong I'm stoopid too?!"

[OrganicEvil]

The Mountainside of Slaughter
Golgoth and Aesric

"Of course not," said the Lord of Ways and Means as he tried not to gape at the other god's hulking figure. "I'm sure you're quite smart, which is why I'm sure you're going to see the potential in what I'm about to suggest." Aesric leaned forward, and his voice dropped to a stage whisper. "Imagine smashing things, and nobody gets angry. Well, some people probably get angry, but then they get smashed, so that's fine. But nobody important gets angry. In fact, some people are so happy about it that they give you things. Food, riches..." Aesric took note of Golgoth's size. "...More food. They'll worship you, and all for doing what you do best. They'll even give you more interesting things to smash, if you let them. Wouldn't you like to know how?"

[Soulless]

Cthanatus stood there, born from nothing but the will of his creator. He didn't pay attention to the other deity on his side. He was entirely focused on his creator, his master, his "father".

I will bring fear unto the mortal plane!

Cthanatus left the cave he was born in. He went to the big continent where the mortal races lived. He looked at the living creatures. Forced to walk on earth. Their bones inside them. And so Cthanatus decided to create something. A being so radically different from what already existed. He took a piece of the black sky and formed a being from it. He gave it 8 legs, a black body covered in black bones with black eyes, as big as Cthanatus black hands.

Unlike the pathetic beings other gods have created, you are not forced to crawl on the ground. You can go over any solid surface. Now bring fear into the hearts of this worlds inhabitants.


AP 15
Join Pantheon -1
AP 14
Create Animal Live -1: Spiders- Basically a combination of several of our earths spiders. They are bigger, are capable of creating strong webs, are poisonous and can crawl on any solid surface.
AP 13
Create Advanced Concept -2: Arachnophobia. The, often irrational, fear of spiders.
AP 11

[Darklady2831]

The Mountainside of Slaughter
Golgoth and Aesric

The Great Green God raised a single hairless, protruding eyebrow in interest. It squinted to get a better look at Aesric, and leaned in to hear him better. "You'z mean... I git ta' smash an' eat an' den smash summore? And peoplez give me fings 'cuzza it?" Golgoth was skeptical and suspicious of the offer. It didn't particularly need riches, didn't really see the point to them. And food was easy, it just had to smash an animal and then it became food. Nevertheless, Golgoth shifted from a stance of 'I'm ready to pound you into a gooey mess' to 'Maybe I'll kill you, don't know yet'. "I'z listenin'." It said, crossing its arms and looking expectantly at Aesric.

[blackhood]

Izumi came into being with nothing but the darkness surround him. He looked around, and upon seeing his hooded father he immediately knew his name, Nirax. The newly formed god only nodded in acceptance of his creator's invitation. Paying no attention to the shadowy humanoid nearby, he examined his body. Izumi was intrigued by the bells attached to his robe, and swayed left and right to see if they would make a noise. Only the sound of laughter came from them, and the Lord of Insanity laughed with them. Looking back up at his father he said, "I am going to explore outside." Then, in a blink of an eye, he was gone, to explore the lands beyond the Shadow Realm.

He spent a brief time exploring the icy island, before flying off in search of new land. He soon came to the other continent and, excited by the glow of the mushrooms, he flew closer. When he was above the land he stopped, staring down at all the colours. "Pretty..."






Join Pantheon 1 Ap
15 Ap- 1 AP= 14 Ap

[OrganicEvil]

Mountainside of Slaughter
Golgoth and Aesric

"Follow me and I'll show you," Aesric said. He didn't bother waiting very much; for all the behemoth's posturing, he'd captured its interest. It would follow.

For another, they the journey might have taken days, or even weeks, but Aesric was the King of the Roadways. For him and those who accompanied him, such things were a matter of minutes at most, and before long he and Golgoth had arrived at their destination. A band of dissenter Dwarrow had recently entered the hunting grounds of a fairly large Anthieri tribe, and now the two forces were preparing for battle. "Pick a side," Aesric advised Golgoth, "and smash all the ones on the other side. Now, the hard part is that you can't smash anybody on the side you picked if you want this to work. Do these things, then see how the side you picked treats you once you've won their battle for them."

[Darklady2831]

The Field of Battle
Golgoth and Aesric

Golgoth blinked, then looked at Aesric. "Wot if da side I'z picked makes me mad?" It asked, then shrugged. "I'z just gonna smash who needs smashin' den." It said plainly, lumbering into the area between the two forces. It appraised each side, looking at their mannerisms and movements. One side looked like the people he had smashed just recently, while the other looks like strange bark-skinned people with leaf-hair. Honestly, it didn't quite care for either of them, but it was too immersed in the opportunity that Aesric had presented to even consider smashing both sides and laughing about it. Instead, Golgoth stopped between both forces. "Awright you gits!" It bellowed. " 'ooevah gets da first kill wins me fists for a whoil!" It grinned, looking to both the Dwarrow and Antheri, waiting to see which would strike first.

The Dwarrow and Antheri, both completely foreign to tactics beyond hunting, charged. They flung spears and rocks at each other as they closed the distance.
Antheri: [roll0]
Dwarrow: [roll1]
A Dwarrow, young and in his prime, was hit in the face by a stone, knocking him off balance. Shortly afterwards, a spear was sent through his chest, killing him. Golgoth bellowed a war-cry, and turned to face the Dwarrow force. It brought its arm up high, and them slammed it down on the ground, sending shockwaves out throughout the battlefield. Many Dwarrow were unbalanced by this, but many more evaded the distraction. Then Golgoth launched itself into the air, soaring above the mushrooms and coming back down to the earth with a great whallop. Two Dwarrow were turned into pulp as Golgoth landed on them, and two more were killed when Golgoth's fist went through the first and knocked the second into a fellow Dwarrow's spear. As Golgoth set upon a fifth, grabbing onto its head and squeezing until it's skull caved in and brained leaked out from the cracks, the Antheri force crashed into the Dwarrow lines. Arrows and rocks whizzed through the air around Golgoth, striking down Dwarrow and Antheri alike. Spears and axes struck flesh and bone, producing sickening squelching and cracking sounds across the field.

The battle did not last much longer, only a scant hundred and thirty Dwarrow had attacked. Golgoth crashed through the flora, sending great mushrooms tumbling to crush Dwarrow to their death even as it tore guts out from another's stomach. The Antheri, to their credit, were capable warriors, and lost only half a dozen of their number to the battle. However, Golgoth was very good at what it did, and had slain fully seventy of the warriors by the battle's end. After the battle it wandered about, chuckling quietly to itself and twisting heads from the lifeless corpses of the Dwarrow. Eventually, it gathered up all the heads and piled them up in the middle of the crushed Dwarrow army. A veritable mountain, or at least a mound, was made, and Golgoth looked upon it proudly. "You'z gits is good at what ye' does, ye' are." It laughed, looking to the gathered Antheri.

[TaeRai]

From the swirling mass of colour, Qa'lunn descended from his plane to the land of mushrooms, looking confused as he saw the landscape. What strange plants! He walked from blue to green to red, looking anxious and amazed at the same time. Somewhere, deep in the world... He heard something call.

[Emperor Demonking]

From the First Great Forum to the lonely planes
KeheKe

KeheKe felt bad for his brothers and sisters as he walked through the First Great Forum. Democracy would never work. It didn't respond fast enough. It wasn't holistic enough. Truly, it wasn't fair enough. No, if Dwarrow civilisation were to survive - and KeheKe sincerely hoped it would - it would have to be from the sensible enlightened dictatorship; the tyranny.

Many, well a small minority, of his brothers and sisters agreed with him. They were the future of the beginning of the Dwarrow. He would not seek to convert these. He respected his father, he could still taste the excess divine aura that had created himself, too much to try and steal his people from him. Speaking quietly to himself, he walked down the mountain towards the future"Indeed my brothers and sisters you may get to live, but only by the blessing of your creator. You are doomed of true independence."

To the first of his dictatorships, and to all those after, he spoke to the leader with a sweeping bow, "I seek to grant you a unique power, shared with your tribe if you so wish it, giving me you power over souls, death, and fate. If you wish for these new magics you must accept three laws.

"You grant your souls and worship to KeheKe, The Judge. You never let ignore the pleas of a fellow follower of the master of death. You place these three divine laws into your temporal system." Whether it was a good deal, or it was the powers of a deity, even one not bathed in divine radiance cannot be fully known, but all who heard it gave their acceptance.

The first tribe he found were granted the power of animation. Corpses could act while the Necromancer concentrated.

The second tribe were given the power of communication. Necromancers could speak to and understand the feeling and memories and other things of the dead.

The third tribe were given the power of soul manipulation. Necromancers could engage to those with souls in order to change their mind, character etc.

The fourth tribe were given the power of soul awareness. Potentially the most powerful of the arts, but at present is good for sensing mortals and the recent deceased.

The fifth tribe were given the power of energy. Although, it could be used to bolster one's allies. It is better suited to weakening an enfeebling ones's enemies.

The sixth tribe were given the power of empowerment. The sixth tribe may have been questioning their decision. For the sixth tribe were given a power that could be most powerful to bolster the undead. At the moment, in this pre-undead world, it mainly has minor powers over corpses, including the power to animate corpses for a single moment.

The Field Of Battle

The seventh tribe were not spoken to. The seventh tribe got nothing. For the seventh tribe was slaughtered. KeheKe hid behind a boulder some way off and watched the other two gods.


10 AP = 15 AP - 5 AP Fabled Concept: Necromancy

[Emperor Demonking]

Creating the Protectorate
KeheKe, Deity of Laws and Necromancy

KeheKe thought as he looked at the pile of corpses. Looking at the entire thing in front of him he made a guess at what happened. It was a reasonable guess. He snuck off. Their deaths were unexpected, but they could be put to worth.

He returned to the sixth tribe, "Fellow Dwarrow died not too far from here. Slain by a great rocky creature and his tall intelligent servants. They did not follow KeheKe. There are worse things that could occur. You do follow KeheKe. You must assure with the five other tribes. There are five others; each led by their own Tyrant. That what happened to the lost ones do not happen to you."

"Your gift it does not seem" started this Tyrant.

"Your magic empowers that of the other tribes. The power of the other tribes empowers you. Clearly, KeheKe has judged you very highly."

This was the only push KeheKe needed to do personally before the KeheKe Protectorate was formed some time after. It was the shared worship of the deity coming together for mutual protection, mutual trade, and mutual help.


8 AP = Create Society: The KeheKe Protectorate. The KeheKe worshipping tribes are sworn to help and defend each other for mutual greatness.

[Prisoner]

Nirax watched his creations leave, and decided to leave the Shadow Realm for now to follow them. He followed them to the mushroom continent, where he saw Cthanatus create spiders, and with them, fear. He also saw KeHeKe begin instilling tyranny into the Dwarrow, and giving them necromancy. "Death magic... He will do nicely for my Pantheon." Nirax flew to KeHeKe when he saw he was finished speaking with his Dwarrow. "Greetings," he said. "I am Nirax. I have a proposal for you."

[Emperor Demonking]

KeheKe

KeheKe was moving towards a rock when Nirax appeared. He continued walking as Nirax spoke. He then sat down on that rock and gestured an invitation for Nirax. "A pleasure Nirax. My name is KeheKe. I would love to listen to your proposal."

[Prisoner]

"Excellent," Nirax said. "I am creating a Pantheon of gods that create Suffering for the mortals. I see you encourage death magic and tyranny in your followers, which often require some form of Suffering, and thought you an excellent addition to our group. Would you like to join? Remember, the more of us there are, the stronger we are."

[Emperor Demonking]

KeheKe

"Creatures that don't feel suffering are creatures that can't grow. Plus, of course if my followers use their powers to create suffering for others then all the better." The Cheater laughed heatedly, before become serious again. "I do have one condition. I sense that you have ownership over a plane. I see that in my future also. When I create a plane I want a tunnel leading from yours to mine, and I will have one leading to yours.

"I do not view my term as unfair."

[OrganicEvil]

The Field of Battle
Golgoth and Aesric

Aesric began gathering the souls of the fallen with a self-satisfied grin. It seemed his plan here had been a success.

[lord of pixies]

The Field of Battle
Golgoth and Aesric

Aesric began gathering the souls of the fallen with a self-satisfied grin. It seemed his plan here had been a success.

Aesmus watches intently from the edge of his realm, high above the battlefield.

[Darklady2831]

The People of Golgoth

The coming days and weeks after the battle wrought great changes in the Antheri that had come into contact with Golgoth on that fateful day. The Antheri of the tribe numbered in the hundreds, and they had become Golgoth's. The Great Green God led them against their rivals, slaughtering other minor villages and incorporating the survivors into his own tribe. Hundreds became thousands, of both the Antheri that followed Golgoth, and those who were slain in opposition. Soon, the Antheri began to change, mutated by the nascent power of the Great Green God. Their muscles grew large, their skin thickening and taking on a rough, leathery texture. Where they had once resembled trees, they now resembled Golgoth, hulking brutes of sinew and muscle held in place by green hide. Their posture became hunched, and they discarded their old ways in favour of brutality and strength.

Golgoth noticed the changes, and was pleased. Not only had they lavished him with food and loot, but they had come to follow him, worship him. Soon, he began to look upon them as favoured children. More change took place, this time within their bodies and minds. When they were created, they had been inspired by the trees of Farra. Now, Golgoth took inspiration from the fungi that grew across the world. They lost the distinction between male and female, Golgoth not knowing any reason to keep it. They became a hybrid of animal and fungus, with animal tissues working to support a fungal physiology. Their blood carried spores, and their muscles were more mushroom than man. Golgoth had created the Ork.

15 AP - 4 AP = 11 AP
4 AP - Create Magical Race: Ork

Orks are fungus-animal hybrids with a passive connection to arcane magic. They can survive wounds that would cripple or kill other mortals, and are incredibly strong. They are also dull-witted, unable to comprehend the complexities of magic or science. These hunched green brutes love combat almost as much as Golgoth, and the more they fight, the bigger they grow. The largest Orks can grow to be nearly eight and a half feet tall when hunched over, only a foot or so short of Golgoth's impressive size.

[Hatter]

Ilnara smiled as Amoros appeared before her before gesturing to the throne beside her with a gentle invitation.

"Sit my dearest. Welcome home. Tell me, what think you of the mortal world?" She asked Amoros as she conjured up an image of the continent, it's mountains and many colored fungi. With a wave of her hand, the imaged zoomed in on Ilnarahan, it's many people laughing and singing prayers to their goddess as they carried toiled the earth and farmed the fields with joy and glee. "My followers, what do you think? Something is missing and I cannot decide what. Perhaps you would like to add our touch? You will soon be introduced to their populous and you too will they follow. They shall build your temple besides mine and in time they shall build many more as they spread our mercy upon them across the continent."

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As she spoke with Amoros, Ilnara also projected herself down to Ilnarahan to speak with the current High-Priestess.

"Vona." The goddess spoke into the room as she appeared before the High-Priestess. "I am impressed. Within a short matter of time, my people have grown. What are your numbers, dear?" She asked, even though she already knew the exact answer.

The High-Priestess jumped in surprise. Many times has she relied on Ilnara's blessing from the time she was but a young girl to the time where she has become a revered matron of her people. She has always felt Ilnara upon her soul but never had she expected to see the goddess before passing on into The Garden.

"Mistress!" she called out as she prostrated herself before Ilnara's caring smile. "Out numbers are near the thousand, we have had much success in tending the crops as you have taught us. We want for nothing under your prescious gaze. Oh my Mistress, you bless me so."

"And I shall bless you and yours even more, Child. My son, Amoros will one day come down from the Garden and you will find him standing in my temple. You are to revere him as you revere me for he has much to teach you and yours." With that being said, Ilnara bent down to kiss the High-Priestess upon her forehead and disappeared from sight.

Starting AP: 4
2AP : Blessing of the Bountiful Harvest - All settlements under the guidance of a Temple of Ilnara receive a blessing that in effect triples the agriculture produce.
Ending AP: 2AP

[Prisoner]

"Ah yes, the Shadow Realms. They are open to all in my Pantheon. If you wish to connect any future plane of yours to mine, I will not deny you option. So you'll join?" Nirax asked, then stood patiently, waiting for a response.

Some time after...

Nirax watched as Golgoth's army got stronger, and crushed his opponents. Nirax was pleased by the destruction and suffering he caused, and decided to approach him with an offer to join the Pantheon. "Hello, Golgoth. I have a proposition for you. You like smashing others, correct? How would you like to join a group of people who like to do that too? The Pantheon of Suffering would welcome one such as you. We could help you, if you in turn join us. The more we have in our group, the stronger we are. So, do you want to join?"

[Darklady2831]

Childhood of an Ork

As Orks spilled blood, fought, and died for the glory of Golgoth, their spore-ridden blood was spread across the valleys and 'forests' of the Southeastern stretch of the continent. These spores, such little, innocuous things, took root in the lands they were spread, slowly being moved by animals and the elements. For months, these spores would lay in the ground and on the flora as tiny magical leeches. Slowly, they would leech minuscule amounts of arcane energy from the fabric of the world around them, storing it up for the day when they would begin to grow. When that day finally came, the magical energy was released, causing the spores to grow into tumour-like growths throughout the landscape. Bulbous, with four 'trunks' that were rooted in the ground, they grew from tiny clover-sized lumps to become green growths the size of rabbits. And then, they would uproot.

Tiny creatures, with lanky limbs and green skin, would crawl out of the ground, withdrawing all four trunks and revealing them to be arms and legs. A head would grow from between their shoulders, much in the way that Golgoth's own head did. And then the little greenskins would begin to fight. Anything they saw, be it other greenskin, small animal, or even a large predator, was a target. Against each other, they would pummel and bite and spit at one another until one established dominance, and then those below him established dominance over the others, and so on for several iterations. Then, screeching like maddened imps, they would swarm other creatures with their needle-like teeth and wield sticks and stones as weapons. They would feed from the violence, and grow. Simply fighting others made them bigger and stronger, to the point where they no longer resembled the lanky creatures that grew from the Ork-blood spores. They would change, from being the size of rabbits, to the size of Children, and still they would fight. They grew to be the size of Dwarrow, and still they fought, often alongside their larger brethren. Finally, after many 'scraps' as the Orks called them, a spore would grow to be a five-foot hunched figure with bulging muscle and thick green hide. These were the Orkish young, the Grots.



Da First Big Rampage

Golgoth's Orks rampaged across the land, pillaging, looting, killing, and fighting in equal measure. Bands of small groups of Orkish warriors began to arise, led by the largest among them, who in turn had the second largest group rule over the smaller Orks. Size, and therefore strength and toughness, became tantamount to Authority. The Orks began to instinctively recognize the largest member of any given group, and look to him for leadership. For an Ork, might, and therefore size, made right. And because they were the biggest 'thinky-fing' around, they believed they were always right. This led to the first Rampage, as many warbands of Orks banded together to pillage the outlying lands of the Keheke Protectorate. Under the leadership of 'Da Big High Boss o' War, Grotskar da Smusha', the Orks took up their crudely made but incredibly effective weapons and began their war.

11 AP - 2 AP - 2 AP = 7 AP
2 AP - Create Society: Da Warbands

Most Orks and Grots are organized into hordes of brutish thugs who defer to the largest of their number as supreme leader. They are mostly roving bands of pillagers, who will fight someone for fun as much as for material gain. There are Nine major Warbands, and countless smaller ones.
2 AP - Create Advanced Concept: Weaponry [OPEN]

Most intelligent beings can make a spear or an axe, but it takes skill, practice, and knowledge to craft an effective method to kill lots of people with ease. Weaponry is the art of using other crafts to make tools to kill with. Orks use bone and flint to create axes that bludgeon a man as much as cut him, and can kill with relative ease. Any race can use this concept, but I encourage everyone to think up a unique way that they might do so.


The Forest of Fungi
Nirax and Golgoth

Golgoth had left the vast majority of his Orks to do as they would, pillaging and killing in his name. Indeed, he felt a strange sort of Vicarious joy from the battles they waged against the Antheri and Dwarrow, and even against each other. Thus, he had but a small Warband of devout Ork zealots. He had given them lavish gifts for their great deeds in battle, axes crafted from the rock itself, a helmet made from the skull of a massive reptilian beast, some even wore armour made of rigid blocks of stone. When Nirax approached the Great Green God, he came to a war-camp, filled with Orks armed to the teeth and ready to kill anything at the word of their god. Golgoth himself sat atop a mound of mutilated heads, laughing and eating as he told stories of past battles and was in turn told stories by his followers. A massive bonfire was at the middle of the camp, large spits holding animals and even a few people roasting to be eaten. Golgoth looked at Nirax, standing and squinting at him. "I'z already gots a groop. Me boyz are me group! I'z git ta' smash anyfing I want, and deyz do it too!"

The Lord of Brutal Cunning stood over Nirax, looking down at the other god. "Wotz innit fer me?" He asked bluntly, hand gripping his axe. "Wot kin you do fer me? 'ow kin you 'elp ME?"

[Prisoner]

"Golgoth, there are several gods in my group. We can help you smash your enemies. Here, let me show you." Nirax looked around and upon sighting a fairy, he raised his hand towards it and it fell to the ground, encased in a block of ice. "You see that? That's my power. I can freeze anything in your path. Not to mention what the power of the others in my group." Nirax snatched up a spider from the ground. "You see this? This is a creation of one of the other gods I am allied with. This little creature will strike fear into the hearts of your enemies. They'll be running before the battle's even begun! This and much more, if you join me."

[Emperor Demonking]

KeheKe

Nirax

"Then we have an agreement. I'm glad. I, KeheKe, The Judge, The Cheater shall join the Pantheon of suffering. Those that don't know suffering will not know life." KeheKe laughs at his seriousness, as he stands up and goes to shake Nirax's hand.

Raiders in the east

KeheKe felt bad about the raiders. Sincerely, he did, but as he said before suffering is what leads to unity and to strength and to life. The Protectorate would be able to deal with this he was sure.

The main way the Protectorate dealt with this was be having many, most, of their, expendable, Necromancers on the frontier so that they could sense when the raiders were coming. Then using their power over souls and energy to sap their reactions and to slow them down so preparations could be made to temporarily move things of importance; including women and children and the Necromancers.

The reasoning was that since the raiders clearly knew not of civilisation then they would not realise the gains of raiding theirs. Still, the outlying Protectorate response was one of no resistance at this point. Still, when what caught in panic, the response was most likely to be a blast of natural Arcane flame.

Ambassador to the North

One Dwarrow who had lost much took it upon himself to try and win more tribes to the Protectorate. Not those stragglers in the east. There was no doubt in his mind that they would come round or die, but those they abandoned in the North.

KeheKe respected and was amused by this goal, and also went over (part) of the mountain to the Dwarrow Freehold. He kept a little behind the precocious Dwarrow, out of sight but ensuring he made the journey in one piece.

The Dwarrow would speak to the first group of Dwarrow he saw about these large, ugly, green raiders; a great threat to all Dwarrow. He would also mention, but not stress, that the KeheKe was open to all and that one only needed was to worship Mir's eldest son, help a fellow follower in need, and enshrine these principles for all in your lands.

KeheKe once he saw his charge back in civilisation left him to his fate. KeheKe was looking for a more important prize. KeheKe was looking for Mir, his 'father'.


6 AP = 7 AP - 1 AP Join Pantheon of Suffering

[TaeRai]

Qa'lunn watched over the battle with admiration, watching over his new siblings with shock and then scowling at the Ork. These new creatures were too strong, upsetting the balance... Angry, he roared and screamed these words...

"Hear thy words, oh cruel beasts of Ork.
You stomp and shout, crush the land and cause nothing but strife,
Thy doubts you are even intelligent enough to talk.
So thus, I curse you to never give another life!"

And with those words, he cursed the Orks to never die, to never reproduce... These beasts would never again upset his balance! But now there must be another created...

He looked upon the land and then walked, his hands outstretched as he passed over the mushrooms. From where he touched the mushroom, colours spread from them and descended onto the ground, pooling like water puddles.

He stopped and looked upon them, before they began to form small, humanoid-like figurines. But these men had scaly skin and their scales flashed with all the colours of the world. Claws grew upon their nails, horns sprouted from their foreheads and curled tails erupted from their behind. As their beady eyes opened and these gazed upon the tall figure standing before them. The lizard-like men bowed before their creator and croaked out in rough voices.

"Oh great Qa'lunn! What do you seek?"

He looked upon his subjects and then whistled. Wolves shimmered to life by his side, their fur bristling as they were placed upon this strange word. But the god calmed his kin and then spoke to his new minions.

"I call you the Quaan, the people of colour and life. You are to populate this new world with your children and your children are to breed further. I only ask that you worship me and me alone and to keep this land in balance. Create what the Orks destroy. I give you the wolves as your eternal companions and mounts. Treat them well or feel my wrath."

From there, the Quann mounted the wolves as their scales began to change colour. It appeared they have the talent their colour... Qa'luun showed them how to hunt and how to build and slowly, their society grew to the point where they could survive on their own. He gave them spears and swords before he ascended upwards to his plane. He relaxed, now knowing balance had returned.



Starting AP - 15

Bless/Curse - 6 AP

The Orks are cursed to never die naturally, thus never reproducing. They can still die through being slaughtered, however

Create Mundane Life - 2 AP (Open)

Qa'lunn creates the Quann are a race of lizard-like humanoids that function like chameleons (can change colour). They have horns, claws, tails and snouts.

Form Organisation/Society - 2 AP

A small population of Quann (est pop. 100) resides in the heart of the continent, living under the mushrooms in small houses constructed of branches and hay. They use their wolves to hunt game and
can farm very basic herbs.

Ending AP - 4

[Darklady2831]

Golgoth's Camp
Nirax and Golgoth

Golgoth sat on his mound of skulls, frowning at Nirax. He rubbed his chin. "You'z make fings cold." He stated plainly as Nirax froze the fairy. Then he scowled. "If deyz run away, 'owz I gonna smash 'em?!" He yelled, obviously offended. His followers grunted and hollered in agreement. "You'z fink I needz ya? Well I fink you'z need me!" He hefted his crude axe, pointing it at Nirax. "I'z gonna smash and chop and stomp until dere's no more gits ta' stomp, an' if you'z want my 'elp, you'z gotta earn it! Gimme one good reason I shouldn' stomp ya' right 'ere, right now. Den I'll considah yer offuh!"


The First Great Rampage

The Orks, encountering little resistance, continued to loot and pillage, crushing those they came across. Unable to die or bleed, the Orks grew angry. Without risk, a fight wasn't any fun. Without bleeding, how could they know who was a better fighter? Soon enough, the Orkish horde started to take prisoners, keeping them in pens and yelling at them all hours of the night. They asked everyone they took about the curse, assuming it was the work of those defending their homes. They pushed further east, coming to the core lands of one of the six main tribes of the Protectorate. There, Da Big High Boss o' War Grotskar da Smusha, bellowed his demands to the Dwarrow of the Protectorate. "You'z gonna giv us what we'z want, or we'z gonna burn an' loot an' kill until yer all dead! Gimme yer magic gits, an' make 'em let uz bleed again! You'z got justa day, or we'z gonna come in an' get 'em!"

[Emperor Demonking]

The First Great Rampage

The Tyrant's second, a good Necromancer of the Empowering school, stepped alone out to the shouter. He was weaponless and dressed in simple clothes. He approaches the Orks mostly steadily, he slips occasionally but his face does not show that. He walks as close as to when he can speak audibly to the shouter with a shout in return. "I do not know what the cause of your problem is, but I would wish to help. I sincerely hope to make you bleed."

[Prisoner]

"You don't need us, but we don't need you either. I can freeze all in my path just as you can smash them. I merely suggest that we work together, as we share goals - smashing mortals. Of course, if you do not wish to join us, I won't force you."

[Soulless]

Cthanatus saw that all the races, even if mercyless killers, would cause no harm to their own kin.
So he decided to curse them.

He chose to infect their minds with a dark desire. A handful of races shall want to crave for the flesh of their kinsmen.



Cthanatus beheld the massacre the Orks have created. Corpses filled the planets ground.

All this corpses. He took a piece of the black sky like he did when he created the spiders.
He created a small being, his bones on the outside like the spider.

Cockroach you shall be called. You shall feed on the waste that the other beings lay unto this world. You shall invoke repulse in the ones that see you, but they shall be unable to hurt you.


AP 11
Create Lesser Concept -1: Cannibalism- The desire to eat the meat of someone of his own species.
AP 10
Create curse -1x4: One person of each the Anithieri, the Daworrow-Folk, the Orks and the Quann gets the desire to eat his kinsmen flesh.
AP 6
Create Animal Life -1: Cockroach. Corpse-eating Bugs. For now at least.
5 AP
Create Lesser Concept -1: Repulse. The Feeling you get when you see something "ugly" or "dirty
4 AP
Bless -1: The cockroaches invincibility. The only thing capable of killing them is time (dying of being old). Nothing else can kill them.
3 AP

[Darklady2831]

The First Great Rampage

Grotskar waved his sharpened bone around threateningly. "You'z gonna 'elp us? Good! Bring yer thinky boyz out 'ere, and you'z can fink for uz!" He shouted, pointing his weapon at the Second. He thought for a moment, then added. "An' we'z not gonna smash ya', I'z swear it on da great green god dat we'z not gonna smash ya'." Though the Second wouldn't know it at the time, Grotskar had just given the most solemn vow an Ork can swear. None of them would dare to cross the Great Green God, for he was the greatest Smasher they knew.


Golgoth's Camp
Nirax and Golgoth

Golgoth stared at Nirax, frowning. " 'it me." He said plainly, gripping his axe more tightly. "If you'z can 'it me 'ard, I'll join yer gang." He stated, readying himself to fight Nirax. "Nunna dat freezy stuffs, just a good ol' wallop! 'it me an' I'z on yer side!"

[roll0]

[JackofBlades]

Seir rose slowly to his full height. The god was deep in thought about what his God Parent had asked him. Seir followed in his fathers footsteps, opening a large a door way of sorts to the world leaving his father's plane of existence. Soon after he manifested in the fledgling new world landing in a barren area of the world. The Berserk God smiled as he looked around and saw nothing but space and opportunity. "I see a place where I can create life in my image a tribe of true champions!" He said his voice growing louder and more excited and primal. Seir's glowing rounded eyes lit up within his tiger skull and changed from being rounded to primal slits. Forcing his own energy into the immediate area Seir began to create land in the form of towering, snow-covered, mountains with howling winds. The mountains formed a chain which went for many miles running from what could be considered to be east to west. As Seir finished the mountain he watched its magnificence as its peaks went high into the sky. It was both a beautiful and imposing site. A perfect home for those he would create in his image. Seir walked deep into the mountains before deciding upon a place to finish what he started. Seir found such a place and as he looked at the ground he created his first bits of life in the same manner he had been created, through the use of clay dolls. Each clay doll took a different shape wolf, deer, bear, rabbit. Mere moments later the clay shaped animals had grown into their flesh forms. With a mighty roar from Seir the animals left the mighty god by himself.


With his next movement Seir took his right hand and reached across to his left shoulder and with his sharp claws he ripped some of the skin from his shoulder. The pain was fleeting for what he was about to do was worth it. Placing the dripping and bleeding flesh into his mouth he chewed it for moment before spitting it out. The flesh lay still on the ground before it began writhing and growing at an alarming rate. Seir eyes widened and if not for his helmet an evil smile would have been seen. The flesh had now grown into a large disgusting mass that was several stories tall. The fleshy dark mass had slowed its moving however, one could feel the primal life within it. Seir stepped to the tower of flesh and with two clawed tiger like fingers he forced his fingers inside. The tower erupted in blood covering the The Berserk God. The ground was stained with blood and from it rose life.

"My champions rise! I will call you Altaica!"
The Altaica, a tiger like race humanoid in stature, standing above two meters in average height. The are males considerably larger and more muscular than the females, who possess a sleek, more athletic body type. Altaica bodies are feline in appearance, possessing hands/claws and foot paws, they walk on the balls of their feet and possess dew-claws as well as foot pads. Their fur has a variety of colors ranging from black to white. Possessing lion-like tails that roughly measure half of their body lengths, hands and legs are covered in fur. This is a trait that will aid with living in the cold climate of the mountain. The scalp fur, or mane, is usually tied back or styled in a similar way to hair. The faces and ears of the Altaica vary from being feline in nature to almost human. Both genders possess carnivore fangs, in fact they are meat eaters. Their eyes are yellow and constantly give the impression of a predator's gaze.



Starting AP: 15
Create Animal Life AP 4
Seir created bears, wolves, rabbits and deer.

Create Mundane Life AP 2
Seir created the warrior race Altaica

Create Land AP 2
Seir created the Mountains where the Altaica live

Remaining AP 7

[Emperor Demonking]

The First Great Rampage

The second had been planning to conduct the investigation himself, but not wanting to give offense to the Ork who had a different impression. He shouted out, "I'll just go back to get some more. Be out in a jiffy."

In a jiffy, the second returned, two weak Necromancers without strong tribal attunement and two sorcerers following behind him. The Second still planned on leading, and to be without delegation, but he didn't see why he wouldn't start off by giving the first thing they wanted; multiple magicians to help.

Walking towards the Orks, he begun speaking again once he could project his voice rather than shout, "Do you have one we can speak to for information, or to examine for signs of magic."

If there was one he could speak to he would ask: what the problem was, when it started, whether hey'd met any intelligent creatures other than the Orks and the Dwarrow, whether they had met anyone fitting the [description of KeheKe here], and whether they had made any deals with any creatures.

[Prisoner]

"Fine. I will hit you." Nirax drew back a fist and punched Golgoth in the chest. Then he looked at his hand as it uncurled from a fist. "That didn't hurt, did it?"

[Darklady2831]

The First Big Rampage
Boss Grotskar and the Second

Grotskar turned to the Horde of Orks behind him and waved his axe. Two dozen specimens of the Orkish race stepped forward and approached the Magicians. "You'z can poke 'n' prod deze ones all ye' wants!" Grotskar shouted, pointing at the magicians. "We'z 'll camp 'ere, an' den you'z has lotsa Orks ta' study! If'n ya' needs anyfing else, jus' ask and I'll smash me boyz until dey gives it to ya'!" The Orkish horde began to mill about, setting up tents and primitive huts. Many of them headed out to hunt for food in the surrounding area, and some began gathering plant matter to make bonfires with.

The group of Orks that approached the magicians was a varied lot, eight of whom were still Grots. The largest of the group was only six feet tall, while the smallest was just barely over three feet. A single Ork held a carved bone staff, and was adorned with ritual skars and bone charms. "I'z da' shammin 'ere... you'z gots queshuns, you'z ask me. You'z need ta' poke 'n' prod, you'z can cut up deze boyz, an' I'll fix 'em up af'er." The shaman gestured to the other Orks in the group. "Whot cha need first, stunties?"


Golgoth's Camp
Nirax and Golgoth

Golgoth looked at Nirax, shaking his head slightly. "Not even a lit'l bit." He said, balancing his axe on his shoulder. "Well, you'z gots yer ansah. Now git goin' b'fore I'z decide ta' bash yer 'ead in." He sneered, sitting back on his mound of skulls. The sounds of a brawl breaking out nearby could be heard, and cheering as other Orks watched the fight.

[Emperor Demonking]

The First Big Rampage

After giving his thanks, the Tyrant's second asks several questions, pausing for an answer before each additional one: what the problem was, when it started, whether hey'd met any intelligent creatures other than the Orks and the Dwarrow, whether they had met anyone fitting the [description of KeheKe here], and whether they had made any deals with any creatures. He also asked for a greater description of the 'great green god'.

The leading Necromancer amongst the five Magician was able to ask these question while engaging in a necromantic probing of the tallest Ork.

[Prisoner]

Upon hearing Golgoth's confirmation, Nirax left wordlessly. He went to the Shadow Realm and, looking upon the endless darkness, decided to create.

He solidified a part of the darkness into rock, creating a continent a little smaller than the mushroom one, suspended in the void. He shaped ridges and mountains, valleys and plains, before covering it all in ice. Some parts were almost pure ice, others with only traces of frost, but the cold permeated everything.

He realised the land would need some form of illumination, despite hating the idea, so he created small globes of ice that floated in the air, providing light and rotating slowly. It was dim light, though, and the globes were placed sparsely.

At the centre of the continent, he created a home for himself, a large tower of pure ice. There were very few ice globes here. He took void from the air, and used it to fashion double doors for the tower. He didn't furnish any of the multitude of rooms inside, save for the one at the top. He took some leftover void from the door, and fashioned it into a bed for him to rest in. He lay there, for a time, before he had another idea.

There were no windows on the tower, and he made a large ovular one in the wall of his room, leaving it empty for now. He flew out of it, and to all the ice globes on the continent, touching each. His touch left behind a small tendril of darkness, each irremovable from the globe they were attached to. When he returned to his tower, he covered the window in a wall of darkness, then tapped it, once. It resolved into hundreds of crystal clear videos, each one showing the area around an ice globe as it turned around and around. He tapped a single one, and it zoomed in to cover the whole screen. As he tapped each one, he realised that the low amount of ice globes near his tower left a large blind spot, so he went to the roof of his tower, moving through the ice as if it wasn't there, and placed tendrils of darkness around the edges of it, allowing him to see anyone approaching.

There was one last thing he had to do. Flying out of his tower, he went to the portal that opened to the outside world, and moved it. He grabbed at the void around the portal and dragged it, along with the portal, to a place near the edge of the continent. He created a cave for it to reside in, placing no ice globes inside, so that any mortal to somehow wander in would have a hard time getting out again. The place where the portal was in the outside world remained unchanged. Satisfied with what he'd done, he returned to the tower, and lay upon his bed.

[HalfTangible]

Ilnara smiled as Amoros appeared before her before gesturing to the throne beside her with a gentle invitation.

"Sit my dearest. Welcome home. Tell me, what think you of the mortal world?" She asked Amoros as she conjured up an image of the continent, it's mountains and many colored fungi. With a wave of her hand, the imaged zoomed in on Ilnarahan, it's many people laughing and singing prayers to their goddess as they carried toiled the earth and farmed the fields with joy and glee. "My followers, what do you think? Something is missing and I cannot decide what. Perhaps you would like to add our touch? You will soon be introduced to their populous and you too will they follow. They shall build your temple besides mine and in time they shall build many more as they spread our mercy upon them across the continent."
"It's a lovely place." Amoros took the seat next to Ilnara as he looked down on the people frolicking and happy. "So colorful."

He looked on the creatures below and thought to himself for a bit. "My best guess? Variety." He said finally. "The Ilharan are one people, and yes, they are very devoted to you. But love is something that reveals itself strongest when it is confronted with challenge." He pointed. "Perhaps they should spread farther, and be allowed to change and grow?"

[Hatter]

"It's a lovely place." Amoros took the seat next to Ilnara as he looked down on the people frolicking and happy. "So colorful."

He looked on the creatures below and thought to himself for a bit. "My best guess? Variety." He said finally. "The Ilharan are one people, and yes, they are very devoted to you. But love is something that reveals itself strongest when it is confronted with challenge." He pointed. "Perhaps they should spread farther, and be allowed to change and grow?"


The Garden Talk
Ilnara and Amoros

"Variety..." Ilnara began as she rubbed her chine, watching Amoros with a twinkle of curiosity in her eyes. "So my son, do you perhaps wish to play a part in that?" She gestured towards the town of Ilnarahan.

"These people do not yet know you. Our people do not yet know you. Perhaps, my son. You would see fit to walk among them. They yearn for the kind of love that only you could give them and their love that they would have for you, I do not think you have experienced yet." She smiled at Amoros and placed one of her rough hard-worked hands upon his shoulder. " I am eager to see how you perform as a deity."

[Darklady2831]

The First Big Rampage

After giving his thanks, the Tyrant's second asks several questions, pausing for an answer before each additional one: what the problem was, when it started, whether hey'd met any intelligent creatures other than the Orks and the Dwarrow, whether they had met anyone fitting the [description of KeheKe here], and whether they had made any deals with any creatures. He also asked for a greater description of the 'great green god'.

The leading Necromancer amongst the five Magician was able to ask these question while engaging in a necromantic probing of the tallest Ork.


The First Big Rampage

The Shaman made a chewing noise as he rubbed his chin, thinking. "Well, we'z don't bleed no more." He said plainly. "If we'z don't bleed, den fightin' isn' worth it. 'owz we s'pos'ta know 'oo'z winnin' if we'z can't see no blud?" He nodded, sure in what he had said as if it were the most profound truth that any mortal could know. "Whenz'it start? Well, lemme fink 'ere. Aboot, dis many days." He said, holding out four large meaty fingers to the Necromancer. Then he closed his hand into a fist, and then showed four fingers to the Second again. Again, and again, and again, until he had shown the Necromancer four fingers, six times. "We'z stopped seein' new Grots den, an' we'z didn' bleed no mores."

The shaman then mulled over the third question. "Well... we'z smashed lotsa gits, if dat's whatcha mean by 'meet'. We'z smashed stunties an' barkies, an' even othuh Orks. Dat's 'ow Orks do, y'knows. We smashes anybuddy." The other Orks grunted in agreement, even as the largest of the group was magically probed. It seemed to be irritated by the magic, but if it was in pain, it didn't show it. "Gonk, you'z 'member meetin' anyfing like whats dey described?" The shaman asked the large one. It shook it's head in reply. The shaman looked back at the Second. "Nope, didn' meet nobody like dat. No deals eithuh, we'z don' needs 'elp ta' smash."

Then the second asked about the Great Green God, and the Shaman's eyes lit up with interest. "Da Great Green God is da' one who'z maked da Orks! He'z da biggest, strongest, tuffest god dere is! An' he'z teached us 'ow to make cleavas and clubbas. 'E'z da' Lord o' Brut'ul Kunnin', or Kunnin' Brutality, dependin' on 'oo ya ask. I'z fink deyz both right. See, if 'e'z da Lord o' Brut'ul Kunnin', 'e 'its ya 'ard in da face when 'e finds ya. But, if 'e's da Lord o' Kunnin' Brutality, den he hits ya even 'arder when ye'z not lookin'." The Shaman chuckled. "Since 'e'z da biggest and da fightiest, 'den he must do both!" The shaman rambled on about the various tales of the Great Green God, none of them containing his name. It seemed he could talk about his god for hours without stopping, unless the Second asked him a question.

The Necromancer's probing of the large Ork yielded good results, both on the nature of the affliction and on the Anatomy of the species. They were similar to Dwarrow in many respects, they had veins and arteries, a heart and lungs. They had a stomach and digestive tract. Yet, for all their similarities, they were different. Their hide was less like flesh and more like the rubbery outer layers of a mushroom, albeit a much thicker version. Their muscle was like plant fibre bundles, and their brains were strange hybrids between Neurons and networks of roots. The curse was a different story, it seemed utterly foreign to the Necromancers, nothing like the arcane power and soul magic they used or knew. It bore a vague similarity to the divine magic of KeheKe, but obviously from a different source. Beyond that, there wasn't much else to be learned from this particular Ork.



Golgoth's Camp

Golgoth picked gristle out from between his knife-like teeth, flicking the bits of food into the bonfire. The sounds of the brawl had died down, and now there seemed to be a murmur of disappointment from the Orks in the camp. I'z gonna hafta lead da boyz to anothuh fight soon, mefinks. Deyz gettin' restless. The Great Green God thought to himself, staring at a scrap of food he had just picked out of his teeth. "Boss!" One of Golgoth's zealots shouted, running up to him. "Wot iz it Gorg, can't ya' see I'z pickin' me teef?!" Golgoth shouted, shaking a filth-covered finger at Gorg. "Boss, we'z gots a problem!" Gorg answered, then pointed to his left. Golgoth turned his head, following Gorg's finger. Standing nearby was a large Ork, with an axe buried deep into his skull. He still stood, in fact seeming unharmed. "Wot da zog?" Golgoth muttered, before scowling. "GRAAAAAGH!!!" he screamed to the sky, hefting his axe and standing. "GATHER YER FINGS BOYZ, WE'Z GOING GOD 'UNTIN'!" He shouted, and he began to charge across the landscape towards the nearest divine presence he could sense... Ilhara.

[Hatter]

The First Big Rampage

The Shaman made a chewing noise as he rubbed his chin, thinking. "Well, we'z don't bleed no more." He said plainly. "If we'z don't bleed, den fightin' isn' worth it. 'owz we s'pos'ta know 'oo'z winnin' if we'z can't see no blud?" He nodded, sure in what he had said as if it were the most profound truth that any mortal could know. "Whenz'it start? Well, lemme fink 'ere. Aboot, dis many days." He said, holding out four large meaty fingers to the Necromancer. Then he closed his hand into a fist, and then showed four fingers to the Second again. Again, and again, and again, until he had shown the Necromancer four fingers, six times. "We'z stopped seein' new Grots den, an' we'z didn' bleed no mores."

The shaman then mulled over the third question. "Well... we'z smashed lotsa gits, if dat's whatcha mean by 'meet'. We'z smashed stunties an' barkies, an' even othuh Orks. Dat's 'ow Orks do, y'knows. We smashes anybuddy." The other Orks grunted in agreement, even as the largest of the group was magically probed. It seemed to be irritated by the magic, but if it was in pain, it didn't show it. "Gonk, you'z 'member meetin' anyfing like whats dey described?" The shaman asked the large one. It shook it's head in reply. The shaman looked back at the Second. "Nope, didn' meet nobody like dat. No deals eithuh, we'z don' needs 'elp ta' smash."

Then the second asked about the Great Green God, and the Shaman's eyes lit up with interest. "Da Great Green God is da' one who'z maked da Orks! He'z da biggest, strongest, tuffest god dere is! An' he'z teached us 'ow to make cleavas and clubbas. 'E'z da' Lord o' Brut'ul Kunnin', or Kunnin' Brutality, dependin' on 'oo ya ask. I'z fink deyz both right. See, if 'e'z da Lord o' Brut'ul Kunnin', 'e 'its ya 'ard in da face when 'e finds ya. But, if 'e's da Lord o' Kunnin' Brutality, den he hits ya even 'arder when ye'z not lookin'." The Shaman chuckled. "Since 'e'z da biggest and da fightiest, 'den he must do both!" The shaman rambled on about the various tales of the Great Green God, none of them containing his name. It seemed he could talk about his god for hours without stopping, unless the Second asked him a question.

The Necromancer's probing of the large Ork yielded good results, both on the nature of the affliction and on the Anatomy of the species. They were similar to Dwarrow in many respects, they had veins and arteries, a heart and lungs. They had a stomach and digestive tract. Yet, for all their similarities, they were different. Their hide was less like flesh and more like the rubbery outer layers of a mushroom, albeit a much thicker version. Their muscle was like plant fibre bundles, and their brains were strange hybrids between Neurons and networks of roots. The curse was a different story, it seemed utterly foreign to the Necromancers, nothing like the arcane power and soul magic they used or knew. It bore a vague similarity to the divine magic of KeheKe, but obviously from a different source. Beyond that, there wasn't much else to be learned from this particular Ork.



Golgoth's Camp

Golgoth picked gristle out from between his knife-like teeth, flicking the bits of food into the bonfire. The sounds of the brawl had died down, and now there seemed to be a murmur of disappointment from the Orks in the camp. I'z gonna hafta lead da boyz to anothuh fight soon, mefinks. Deyz gettin' restless. The Great Green God thought to himself, staring at a scrap of food he had just picked out of his teeth. "Boss!" One of Golgoth's zealots shouted, running up to him. "Wot iz it Gorg, can't ya' see I'z pickin' me teef?!" Golgoth shouted, shaking a filth-covered finger at Gorg. "Boss, we'z gots a problem!" Gorg answered, then pointed to his left. Golgoth turned his head, following Gorg's finger. Standing nearby was a large Ork, with an axe buried deep into his skull. He still stood, in fact seeming unharmed. "Wot da zog?" Golgoth muttered, before scowling. "GRAAAAAGH!!!" he screamed to the sky, hefting his axe and standing. "GATHER YER FINGS BOYZ, WE'Z GOING GOD 'UNTIN'!" He shouted, and he began to charge across the landscape towards the nearest divine presence he could sense... Ilhara.

Ilnara stood at the edge of her people's territory, aiding a fungi sproutling in it's growth when she felt something coming towards her.... Something big... Something mean.... Something downright horrifying.... She dropped her sickle and stared in the direction of whatever was coming in utter shock.. "What in the name of all?" were the only words she could muster through her lips.

"This... this is not good at all..." She bent down to pick up her sickle again, somewhat shaken by the suddent change of events and prepared herself for whatever was coming.

[Emperor Demonking]

The First Big Rampage

The second finished his examination as he listened to the Shaman's tales. He then thought about what it mean, there was one explanation that had to be true, he announced, "I believe that you are the victims of a divine curse."

He then asks permission to send the four other magicians back, quickly. Whether granted or not he continues, "Is it your deity? It is not.

"It could be our deity. It is not. Such a curse would be repugnant to how he would act. Plus, of course, the bleedlessness of our pillagers is rather a curse on us too.

"It can only be the work of Mir our creator. The creator of all Dwarrow-folk. He resides in the North across the great mountain. I am afraid." And he was, but he comforted himself that no one could say he didn't do his duty or was a breaker or laws, "I do not, and not does any other being in the KeheKe Protectorate have the power to combat the divine."

[Darklady2831]

Ilnara stood at the edge of her people's territory, aiding a fungi sproutling in it's growth when she felt something coming towards her.... Something big... Something mean.... Something downright horrifying.... She dropped her sickle and stared in the direction of whatever was coming in utter shock.. "What in the name of all?" were the only words she could muster through her lips.

"This... this is not good at all..." She bent down to pick up her sickle again, somewhat shaken by the suddent change of events and prepared herself for whatever was coming.

Several leagues from Ilhara, there grows a single mushroom, one that has been growing since the world began. It is a small thing, barely six inches off the ground, but it has survived. Every day, it struggles against the ground and the elements to grow, and every day it succeeds. This single mushroom, perhaps the oldest of it's kind, is an inspiration to all beings. It has never given up, never admitted defeat, and never stopped believing in itself. Because of this, it- STOMP.

The ground trembled beneath the weight of Golgoth's horde. Three hundred and twelve Orks and one God, approached Ilhara like a stampede. Though it took many days for them to cover the ground, they were used to uninterrupted travel, and indeed the curse something had laid upon the Orks had made them even more durable. Great Mushrooms shook as Golgoth took each step, trampling bushes and shrubs beneath his brutish feet. Every stride brought him closer to his prey, the divine beings that walked the world, those who had the power to disrupt his creations so severely.

The Horde stopped just a mile from the City, a trail of trampled fungus and plant matter showing the path they had taken from the far Southeast, across the mountains, and to this particular town. Here, Golgoth threw his axe into the ground, sinking it deep into the dirt. He cupped his hands to his mouth, and bellowed. "I'z da Great Green God, and I'z gonna smash ya all unless you'z give up now!" He shouted, his vision red with rage. "You'z break my Orks, I'z break you! An' if you'z didn' break 'em, you'z gonna 'elp me fix 'em or I'z gonna smash ya! Now COME OUT YA GIT!"

[Hatter]

Several leagues from Ilhara, there grows a single mushroom, one that has been growing since the world began. It is a small thing, barely six inches off the ground, but it has survived. Every day, it struggles against the ground and the elements to grow, and every day it succeeds. This single mushroom, perhaps the oldest of it's kind, is an inspiration to all beings. It has never given up, never admitted defeat, and never stopped believing in itself. Because of this, it- STOMP.

The ground trembled beneath the weight of Golgoth's horde. Three hundred and twelve Orks and one God, approached Ilhara like a stampede. Though it took many days for them to cover the ground, they were used to uninterrupted travel, and indeed the curse something had laid upon the Orks had made them even more durable. Great Mushrooms shook as Golgoth took each step, trampling bushes and shrubs beneath his brutish feet. Every stride brought him closer to his prey, the divine beings that walked the world, those who had the power to disrupt his creations so severely.

The Horde stopped just a mile from the City, a trail of trampled fungus and plant matter showing the path they had taken from the far Southeast, across the mountains, and to this particular town. Here, Golgoth threw his axe into the ground, sinking it deep into the dirt. He cupped his hands to his mouth, and bellowed. "I'z da Great Green God, and I'z gonna smash ya all unless you'z give up now!" He shouted, his vision red with rage. "You'z break my Orks, I'z break you! An' if you'z didn' break 'em, you'z gonna 'elp me fix 'em or I'z gonna smash ya! Now COME OUT YA GIT!"

Descending from her temple, followed closely by a whimpering Temple Acolyte, Ilnara brings herself before the Great Green God, a delicate looking flower standing before a mighty mountain of monstrous flesh.

"Great Green God, I am Ilnara, Lady of the Harvest. I know not what you mean by your... Orks, did you call them? No, Great Green God. This is the first time we have met and you bring threat to the doors of my children. How exactly did you think -I- could fix your Orks when I do not even know what happened?" Ilnara placed her hands on her hips in a stern and motherly fashion as she stared up at the Great Green God that stood before her. It was all a ruse of course, she could barely hold back the fear she felt.

[TaeRai]

Qa'luun had descended from the heavens to check on his people, the Quann. They showed him many things, including their weapons and land, but they were all very hungry. Their wolves had little to eat apart from mushrooms and they had nothing to eat but fish. Their voices made the god quite sad so thus, he began to form new creatures from the riverbank clay. He created deerducks, long-limbed creatures who fed on the riverback with their wide bills, hippofrogs, giant grey frog-like creatures with massive jaws capable of crushing limbs and kangabear, a large mammal with ferocious teeth and huge claws but who fed peacefully on grass and were capable of climbing in trees.

He let the new creatures spread far and wide, which pleased the Quaan and thanked him by throwing a feast. He stayed there for days, watching his people hunt, run, swim, sleep and play. Life was good for Qa'lunn, the balence of everything was set...


Starting AP - 4

Create Animal Life - 1x3 = 3

Duckdeer, hippofrogs and kangabears

Remaining AP - 1

[Darklady2831]

The First Big Rampage

The second finished his examination as he listened to the Shaman's tales. He then thought about what it mean, there was one explanation that had to be true, he announced, "I believe that you are the victims of a divine curse."

He then asks permission to send the four other magicians back, quickly. Whether granted or not he continues, "Is it your deity? It is not.

"It could be our deity. It is not. Such a curse would be repugnant to how he would act. Plus, of course, the bleedlessness of our pillagers is rather a curse on us too.

"It can only be the work of Mir our creator. The creator of all Dwarrow-folk. He resides in the North across the great mountain. I am afraid." And he was, but he comforted himself that no one could say he didn't do his duty or was a breaker or laws, "I do not, and not does any other being in the KeheKe Protectorate have the power to combat the divine."


The First Big Rampage

The Shaman scratched his head. "You'z mean, you'z know 'oo did it?" He grinned, slamming his staff down on the ground and causing a thunderclap to ring out. "You'z did gud, thinky. We'z not gunna smash ya'z anymore." He pointed to a nearby Ork. "Go tell da boss 'oo we'z gonna smash next, Bork." The Ork ran off towards the horde, and the rest of the Orks that were near the second began to walk away. The shaman turned to the Second. "Anyfing else before we'z go kill dis 'Mir' git?"


Descending from her temple, followed closely by a whimpering Temple Acolyte, Ilnara brings herself before the Great Green God, a delicate looking flower standing before a mighty mountain of monstrous flesh.

"Great Green God, I am Ilnara, Lady of the Harvest. I know not what you mean by your... Orks, did you call them? No, Great Green God. This is the first time we have met and you bring threat to the doors of my children. How exactly did you think -I- could fix your Orks when I do not even know what happened?" Ilnara placed her hands on her hips in a stern and motherly fashion as she stared up at the Great Green God that stood before her. It was all a ruse of course, she could barely hold back the fear she felt.


The Horde at Ilnarahan
Golgoth and Ilnara

Golgoth scowled, reaching down to grab hold of his Axe's handle. With a seemingly effortless tug, he wrenched it free of the soil that it had been sunk into. Pointing it at Ilnara, Golgoth bellowed. "No games, no tricks, no words. You'z eithuh fix me Orks, tell me 'oo broked 'em, or dis 'ere place gits smashed ta dust." He said, his body trembling with rage. The Orks around him seemed to cower away from him, afraid of being too close when their god finally snapped. "Do wot 'e says lady, 'e'z not fun when 'e'z angry!" One of the Orks shouted, instantly drawing Golgoth's Ire. The Great Green God's left arm jerked out lightning fast, grabbing hold of the Ork's neck. He lifted the warrior into the air like a piece of cloth, then looked Ilnara in the eyes. "DIS IS AN ORK, AN' DEYZ NOT BLEEDIN' NO MORE!!!" He screamed in rage, hurling the creature towards the town.

The Ork soared through the air, letting out a yelp of terror before it was smashed against the side of the Temple Ilnara had come out of. It was flattened like a pancake by the blow, and it's crumpled body fell to the ground in a heap. Yet there was no blood. "NOW!" Golgoth demanded, obviously angry beyond belief.

[Hatter]

The First Big Rampage

The Shaman scratched his head. "You'z mean, you'z know 'oo did it?" He grinned, slamming his staff down on the ground and causing a thunderclap to ring out. "You'z did gud, thinky. We'z not gunna smash ya'z anymore." He pointed to a nearby Ork. "Go tell da boss 'oo we'z gonna smash next, Bork." The Ork ran off towards the horde, and the rest of the Orks that were near the second began to walk away. The shaman turned to the Second. "Anyfing else before we'z go kill dis 'Mir' git?"




The Horde at Ilnarahan
Golgoth and Ilnara

Golgoth scowled, reaching down to grab hold of his Axe's handle. With a seemingly effortless tug, he wrenched it free of the soil that it had been sunk into. Pointing it at Ilnara, Golgoth bellowed. "No games, no tricks, no words. You'z eithuh fix me Orks, tell me 'oo broked 'em, or dis 'ere place gits smashed ta dust." He said, his body trembling with rage. The Orks around him seemed to cower away from him, afraid of being too close when their god finally snapped. "Do wot 'e says lady, 'e'z not fun when 'e'z angry!" One of the Orks shouted, instantly drawing Golgoth's Ire. The Great Green God's left arm jerked out lightning fast, grabbing hold of the Ork's neck. He lifted the warrior into the air like a piece of cloth, then looked Ilnara in the eyes. "DIS IS AN ORK, AN' DEYZ NOT BLEEDIN' NO MORE!!!" He screamed in rage, hurling the creature towards the town.

The Ork soared through the air, letting out a yelp of terror before it was smashed against the side of the Temple Ilnara had come out of. It was flattened like a pancake by the blow, and it's crumpled body fell to the ground in a heap. Yet there was no blood. "NOW!" Golgoth demanded, obviously angry beyond belief.


The Horde at Ilnarahan
Golgoth and Ilnara

Ilnara stared at the ork before managing to stammer out "I make no promises. I will try"....

The Lady of the Harvest walked towards the thrown orc, the creature was almost unrecognizable by the force but that didnt stop Ilnara from healing the poor thing and attempting to read its genetic make-up and the curse laid upon it.

"This curse is without a doubt, divine in nature... a very powerful curse... ive yet to use that much power on anything and im the one that created the land you stand on along with much of the life upon it... I am sorry but this curse is beyond my ability to cure. I can however give a suggestion.... the curse prevents them from bleeding, thus rendering their ability to reproduce as initially intended inert... have you thought to give them gender so that they could procreate without bleeding?" Ilnara stared at the Green Giant, grinding her jaw in anticipation.

[Darklady2831]

The Horde at Ilnarahan
Golgoth and Ilnara

Golgoth spat on the ground, scowling. "I'z made dem wiffout dat stoopid fing. It maked 'em weak. Deyz s'pose ta fight 'n' bleed 'n' die, and den grow up an' do it again! Den deyz stopped bleedin', an' now deyz all gonna die wiffout growin' back." Golgoth waved his axe threateningly. "You'z 'elp me find 'oo did dis, an' I'z won't smash ya' inta bits." The Great Green God stared at Ilnara, waiting for a reply.

[Hatter]

The Horde at Ilnarahan
Golgoth and Ilnara

Golgoth spat on the ground, scowling. "I'z made dem wiffout dat stoopid fing. It maked 'em weak. Deyz s'pose ta fight 'n' bleed 'n' die, and den grow up an' do it again! Den deyz stopped bleedin', an' now deyz all gonna die wiffout growin' back." Golgoth waved his axe threateningly. "You'z 'elp me find 'oo did dis, an' I'z won't smash ya' inta bits." The Great Green God stared at Ilnara, waiting for a reply.


The Horde at Ilnarahan
Golgoth and Ilnara

"I cannot. You are the only other god I know" she stated to Golgoth, not mentioning her ties to eith Visct or Amoros.

[Emperor Demonking]

The a fist Great Rampage

"No, nothing more. Good luck in your future activities." The Dwarrow Necromancer spoke. Once he viewed it right and polite, most likely just after he finished speaking, he did so. Once he returned to the town, he spoke more fully to the Tyrant of what occurred.

Thus it was that the name of the Tyrant's second went down in history. Although, time will tell if it was as a peacemaker, an appeaser or something worse.

[Eldamar]

Back to Work

The moment Mirmulnir blinked away from Golgoth, he returned to the carnage of the raging behemoth creation. Any normal dwarrow would have succumbed to their wounds upon sustaining the injuries he had received, so he left his mortal shell exactly where it originally landed. When the dwarrow wizards and artificers returned to the scene, the monstrosity was gone and its creator dead. But golems would prove to be far too useful, and the incident never occurred again.

Within a century, the Dwarrow Freehold had constructed its Forum, the city around it, and the citadel around that. Despite being a short folk, they loved building high, and despite being born of rock they loved the open air more than cramped confines. They built a metropolis of magnificent towers, walls, mansions, markets, halls, cellars, parks, fountains, and all manner of structure they would need. All hewn and shaped from stone by craft wizards and their golems. Forts were constructed over mountain passes, tunnels and roads were dug to ease travel between rocky hills and valleys. Terraces carved from the mountain and hill sides to cultivate mushrooms and farm fish. Aqueducts brought in fresh spring water and sewers brought the filth out.

The art of golemcraft is the Freehold’s most treasured invention. Within time, every dwarrow would possess at least one of their own, many even more. Golems of shapes and sizes for every task imaginable. War Golems, Field Golems, Miner Golems, Hunting Golems, Toy Golems, golems on two legs, four legs, six legs, up right, down, large, small, thick, thin, crude, elegant.

Their society was free, their civilization the mightiest in the known world, their armies were legion, their bodies of rock, their minds of magic. Look upon their works ye mighty and despair.


A Stranger at the Door

So when the first dwarrow savage came scrambling through the mountains to the very edge of the Freehold’s domain, they were met by golems of war made of arcane-forged steel, standing thrice as tall as the average dwarrow. Upon the battlements stood dwarrow soldiers draped from head to toe in steel-plated skirts and tunics, beards and hair braided and spears in hand. Being curious, as is their nature, this tribal dwarrow from the hinterlands to the east was escorted to Dwarrow-Hold, their city, and brought before the Forum.

The rumors of monsters was troublesome, but many dismissed the thought without evidence. The notion of these beasts being a threat was simply laughable to some, dismissed by most, but considered by others. But this crude, simple-minded savage from the East went too far. Suggesting they give up their freedoms for some faceless master’s yoke. The only dwarrow name Mir or Mirmulnir died decades ago, and none have used that name since. They certainly would never bow to any such son (though no records hold this dwarrow ever reproduced), let alone worship him.

So he was escorted back to the gate from which he entered their realm, given a seven days of food and drink, and sent on his merry way.

Of course, Mirmulnir had taken another body. A different name. A different face. A different task. Something was looking for him. So he followed the Dwarrow from the East back home.

Starting AP: 3
2AP Create Greater Concept: Arcane Smithing - The use of arcane magic to smelt, forge, and shape metals. Arcane-infused metals are stronger, more durable, and hold other magical properties beyond the base material they're created from. Closed Concept.
Ending AP: 1

[Emperor Demonking]

KeheKe, Deity of Death and Tyranny

KeheKe had unfinished plans. He thought of them as he lay resting a day's journey from the lands of the Freehold amongst the mushrooms. He stood up, stretched his back and walked meanderingly around as he muttered to himself, "It ought to be pleasant. It is after all a reward for those who follow me. Even still it cannot be paradise for all for not all are equally deserving. In death if one wishes to be free of suffering, to be free of growth then one can have it. Still, it shan't be a place free of adventure. It shall not be a place free of envy. It shall be my paradise."

As he finished the sentence he stepped into a wet dark cave system. He stepped forward again and he was in a much larger hall. In it resided clear cubes on the top of huge spindles. As long as KeheKe remained conscious souls attuned with a cube could make steps appear and alter the opaqueness of the the cube. All cubes had all the basic luxuries such as a comfortable bed, but were also heterogenous in more advanced luxury. Light came from the mushrooms dotted about in convenient places.

This hall with its nine cubes was just one of many in the large cuboid plane. The plane was almost exclusively caves leading to other caves, however four cave exits were different and indeed they felt different. Three led to three other planes (the Garden, the Shadow Plane, and Farra) and one led to the material plane with its counterpart being under a large lake in the lands of the KeheKe Protectorate.


3 AP = 7 AP - 4 AP: Weave Plane (The Planar Cavern)
Linked to three other planes and the material, it was designed by KeheKe as a place for his worshipers.)

[Darklady2831]

"I cannot. You are the only other god I know" she stated to Golgoth, not mentioning her ties to eith Visct or Amoros.


The Rampage at Ilnarahan

Golgoth's face grew sour, his grip tightening around the handle of his axe. "You'z ansuh'd wrong." He grunted, before bellowing a deafening warcry and charging. His Orks, eager for battle, echoed his scream and charged alongside him. The brutes were surprisingly fast, and closed the gap between 'tree'-line and village in barely a minute. The villagers ran scared, and Ilnara herself trembled at the rage of the Great Green God. But she held fast, not willing to leave her people to die. When the Lord of Brutal Cunning reached her, Ilnara brought her arms up to protect her people, projecting what power she could muster as a shield.

Yet even as the Orks were stopped by a wall of force, Ilnara had not been prepared for the sheer weight that Golgoth could throw around. He slammed into the shield like a cannonball against a stained glass window. Ilnara was hurled back as the shield shattered against Golgoth's onslaught. Shards of magical force disintegrated into a fine dust even as the Orks charged through the breach. They surged forth, bellowing in glee as they ran down the slowest of the villagers and moved on to the fleeing masses. Men turned to fight, driven by desperation in an effort to protect their people. The Orks crashed into them with the fury of a storm, axes and clubs swinging in arcs of gory violence. The streets ran red with the blood of the fallen, and the people despaired.

Ilnara staggered to her feet, turning to attempt to save her people. She raised her hands, gathering her strength, only to be thrown back to the ground by an earth-shattering blow. Golgoth grabbed her by the neck, lifting her off her feet. He snarled, his fetid breath stinking up the air. She grimaced as he slammed her into the ground again, only to lift her back up and slam her down again. "You'z fightin' me, not dem!" He bellowed, tossing her violently into her Temple. The wall held little resistance to the Great Green God's strength, and Ilnara sailed through it with ease. She landed in the midst of the temple, the priestesses and priests looking on in fear. The temple shook as Golgoth burst through the wall, bringing part of the temple down behind him in a heap of rubble.

"I'z gonna burn dis 'ere village to da ground. Dis is a warnin'! If you'z see any othuh gods, tell 'em 'oo smashed yer gits. Tell 'em dat da Great Green God, Golgoth, is comin' for 'em. An' when I finds 'em, deyz bettuh do wot I says." He said as he approached Ilnara. His arm pulled back, clenching into a fist. "Nighty night." He said with a grin, before bringing his fist down into the Lady of Harvests' face. She collapsed to the temple floor, unconscious. Golgoth turned from her body, grinning with malicious glee at the clergy. The screams echoed through the town as Golgoth slaughtered everyone he found, sparing only one in ten women and children.

The Horde eventually moved on, leaving Ilnarahan a smoulder ruin. The people of Ilnara were left with only burned-out husks of their homes, and one tenth of the harvest they would need to survive. Every valuable, every tool that could be a weapon, every single livestock, every piece of shiny metal, all was looted by the horde before they left. Totems of cruelty had been scattered on the outskirts of the village, a warning to any of what had transpired. Mounds of heads crudely twisted from their bodies, flayed corpses, and piles of charred bodies were all that was left of the dead. There was but a single word, scrawled by Golgoth on the walls of the ruined temple in the blood of the clergy, "Aesric". Buried in the floor before Ilnara, was Golgoth's own axe.

[Hatter]

Aftermath of the Slaughter


Ilnara came through many "days" after the massacre. The goddess slowly and quite unsteadily rose to her knees as she coughed divine blood and bile onto the floor. Her vision was blurred, she never ever imagined such a pain to exist for a deity.... This was something far beyond what she could have ever imagined but she fought herself up to her feet in an effort to save somebody... anybody.

She stumbled through the ruins of her temple, taking note of the blood written word upon her wall and of all the dead priestesses and it slowly shredded her heart, tears began to flow down her cheeks as she neared the temple entrance. When she finally made it and gazed upon the ruins below, her heart shattered... She stuttered a mix of unintelligible words as she attempted to understand what had happened. Flames still burned, corpses of her beloved followers rotted, many on the ground but even more still erected in a cruel display of barbaric bloodlust.

She stumbled through the city, lifting stones and wooden beams in an attempt to find somebody alive still but she could find nothing, nobody that still breathed. If anyone managed to survive that onslaught, they have left long ago without even looking back. The goddess felt nothing to live for anymore, she wandered off into the fungi woods, dragging her feet, blood still dripping from the many gashes and wounds as she made her way into the mountains. With a scream, Ilnara tossed herself down a crevice, a shaft of rock that allowed her to fall for what seemed like an eternity into the unlit blackness below. She fell so far that when her body finally shattered the earth below, she could feel the world above, even the oceans and seas as nothing more than a dull lullaby at the back of her mind and for 66 "days" the goddess did lie there and weep.. and weep... and weep... until there were no more tears to weep anymore and blood poured from her eyes to soak her divine flesh. "My babies...my babies...my babies...."

Alright Evil Deities, here's an invitation for you to do the one thing that would be a major badge of honor. *hint, hint* Ilnara was the very first Good Deity to come into existence... How awesome would it b if she became utterly corrupted?

[OrganicEvil]

Aftermath of the Slaughter

Aesric picked his way through broken Ilnarahan. The death in this place had called him: there were souls to be gathered. The Cunningwise God's stomach turned slightly at the carnage around him. It wasn't so much the death he minded. He'd seen plenty of death. He was death, really, depending on your point of view. No, what put spiders in Aesric's guts was the inescapable knowledge that this was, in a number of ways, entirely his fault. Perhaps the Great Green God would have amassed his followers, created the orks, even without his interference, but then again perhaps not. Golgoth had been quite a serious threat on his own, and the relative domesticity of leading a people had settled him for a time, kept him from making any big trouble. Well, that was well and truly shot to hell now; Aesric was pretty sure this was the biggest trouble there had ever been, so far anyway. Aesric focused his attention on his work. That helped a little, pouring every bit of himself into the simple act of the harvest.

Aesric stopped when he reached the top of the temple steps and read what was written there. He nodded, though there was no one around to see, and proceeded into the temple. His mouth felt dry. Inside, he saw a figure sprawled upon the ground, and recognized her as Ilnara, by description if not experience. She looked to be unconscious, and likely would be for several days more. Aesric was no healer, and he let her lie. Instead, he walked forward and grasped Golgoth's axe with both hands. With a wrench, he pulled it from the stone and hefted it onto his shoulder. As he turned to leave, something caught his eye. It was a simple farm tool, with a long haft topped with a curved blade--a scythe, he believed it was called. Some unfortunate Ilnarahan had taken it up as a last desperate weapon against the ork hordes. Bending carefully under the weight of the axe, Aesric grasped it with his free hand. He might have need of a weapon, and he certainly had need of a reminder.

After he left Ilnarahan, finding Golgoth was a matter of almost childish simplicity. Aesric cimply followed the road of corpses until it led him to the one he sought. Facing Golgoth, he tossed the axe at the Great Green God's feet. "I think you dropped this," he said, his voice quiet and flat.

Starting AP: 9
Divine Infusion: Aesric's Scythe- Although it really is only an ordinary farming implement rather than a true relic, Aesric's scythe carries a portion of his divine power as the harvester of the slain.
Ending AP: 7

[Darklady2831]

Confronting the Great Green God
Aesric and Golgoth

The Orkish horde was trekking through the thick fungal jungle, heading towards the mountains that would bring them to the Northern section of the continent. Golgoth stopped instantly when Aesric showed up, holding up a single massive fist. The Orks around him stopped dead in their tracks, unwilling to disobey their God. Golgoth turned, looking at Aesric. "I'z left dat fer a reason... it's not good enuff fer me." He placed a foot on the axe, then reached down and grasped the handle. With a crack, he tore the axe head off of the handle, and tosses both pieces aside. "You'z likes my work? Or iz ya 'ere ta 'pologize fer messin' with my Orks?"

[OrganicEvil]

Confronting the Great Green God
Aesric and Golgoth

"I did not like it," Aesric said. "And I did nothing to your stupid Orks. I do know the one who did, however, and I don't recommend looking for him. I don't know if the meeting would go well for you." Aesric leaned on his scythe nonchalantly. "I can fix your Orks, though," he said, "but for a price. There must always be a price." There was lightning in Aesric's sudden grin. "You and I are going to make a bargain."

[Darklady2831]

Confronting the Great Green God
Aesric and Golgoth

Golgoth frowned. "None o' you'z has no appreciation for da simple pleasures, ya know?" He shook his head sadly. "No bargains, jus' you tellin' me 'oo messed up me Orks. Den I'z go smash 'em, and make 'em undo it." Golgoth looked at Aesric expectantly, waiting for the Cunningwise God to tell him what he wanted to hear.

[OrganicEvil]

Confronting the Great Green God
Aesric and Golgoth

"No," Aesric said. "There must be a price. I will trade for it if I can or take it if I cannot, but it will be paid. I ask once more, will you bargain with me?"

[Darklady2831]

Confronting the Great Green God
Aesric and Golgoth

Golgoth scowled, bitterly wishing he hadn't snapped his axe so that he'd be able to toss it at Aesric right now. He ground his teeth against each other, making a horrid scraping noise. "Fine." He said, walking over to a fungal 'tree' nearby and punching it. As it fell over, it made a decent seat, which Golgoth promptly sat on. "Make yer offuh, I'z listenin'." Golgoth crossed his arms, then added. "But I'z makin' no promises."

[HalfTangible]

[Before the slaughter]


"Variety..." Ilnara began as she rubbed her chine, watching Amoros with a twinkle of curiosity in her eyes. "So my son, do you perhaps wish to play a part in that?" She gestured towards the town of Ilnarahan.

"These people do not yet know you. Our people do not yet know you. Perhaps, my son. You would see fit to walk among them. They yearn for the kind of love that only you could give them and their love that they would have for you, I do not think you have experienced yet." She smiled at Amoros and placed one of her rough hard-worked hands upon his shoulder. " I am eager to see how you perform as a deity."

"Love brings out the best in people." Amoros looked upon the Ilharan. "I can't wait to see what they do."

---

They came from the mushroom forests, guided by fairies to the Ilharan. The first Ilnarahan to see them - an old farmer - dropped what he was doing as his mouth fell open. These creatures were tall, lithe and astoundingly beautiful. Each was clad in a simple white robe that lacked adornment. The soft glow of the mushrooms lit their tan* skin with a luminescent beauty, and though he had only just seen them, the Ilnarahan already felt himself trusting them.

One of the women stepped forward and placed her hands on his shoulders. His aching back warmed as exhaustion fled his body. She had such a beautiful smile...

"We are the Elves." She said quietly as her fellows moved further into the village, and more and more eyes turned their way. "Amoros has sent us to help."

"He loves you all."

---
*As in the color, not as in 'sunlight did this'. Just so we're clear.

15-8=7AP

4AP - Create Magical Life: Elves
These are technically dark elves/wood elves (as in tanned but not drow) but I'm calling them elves for the sake of linguistic convenience. They are naturally gifted with Romancy (see below), extraordinarily beautiful, can have children with just about anyone they're in love with and are as compassionate as their diety. Unlike Amoros, however, they are capable of understanding and even exercising violence.

3AP - Create Magical Concept: Romancy
This is a form of magic that grows stronger the more loving the user and target both are. It grows weaker when there is hatred. It cannot be used to harm anyone, but it can be used to keep people from getting hurt. It can be used to heal grievous wounds, re-energize the body or even to make battle impossible. In addition, it allows one to bring positive emotions to the surface while suppressing negative ones ('positive and negative' as defined by what the target of the spell thinks would feel good, while the caster chooses which to bring to the surface - feel free to use that loophole however you please.) While it cannot force anyone to do something, it can put them in the right mindset to do so.

1AP - Blessing: Love for the Love god (Amoros' worshippers)
Worshipping the love god will over time make you more attractive to anyone you could conceivably breed with, as well as making conception much more likely. In addition, women who worship Amoros almost never experience birth complications. After all, there's no greater love than one a parent gives to their child. The longer you worship, the greater the effect.

[OrganicEvil]

Confronting the Great Green God
Aesric and Golgoth

Aesric's smile widened. "Years ago, I made a promise that I would free the winds to roam the world forever, but unfortunately I haven't yet found a way. If you will do this thing for me--find some way to make the winds dance--then I will lift the curse from your Orks. Have we an accord?"

[Darklady2831]

Confronting the Great Green God
Aesric and Golgoth

Aesric's smile widened. "Years ago, I made a promise that I would free the winds to roam the world forever, but unfortunately I haven't yet found a way. If you will do this thing for me--find some way to make the winds dance--then I will lift the curse from your Orks. Have we an accord?"

Golgoth scratched his head, looking at Aesric like he'd just spoken gibberish. "Da zog you mean by dat? Da 'ell is da wind?" He looked genuinely confused at the terminology the God of Death had used. "An' da zog you mean by make it dance? If'n it could dance, it'd already be doin' it."

[Hatter]

[Before the slaughter]



"Love brings out the best in people." Amoros looked upon the Ilharan. "I can't wait to see what they do."

---

They came from the mushroom forests, guided by fairies to the Ilharan. The first Ilnarahan to see them - an old farmer - dropped what he was doing as his mouth fell open. These creatures were tall, lithe and astoundingly beautiful. Each was clad in a simple white robe that lacked adornment. The soft glow of the mushrooms lit their tan* skin with a luminescent beauty, and though he had only just seen them, the Ilnarahan already felt himself trusting them.

One of the women stepped forward and placed her hands on his shoulders. His aching back warmed as exhaustion fled his body. She had such a beautiful smile...

"We are the Elves." She said quietly as her fellows moved further into the village, and more and more eyes turned their way. "Amoros has sent us to help."

"He loves you all."

---
*As in the color, not as in 'sunlight did this'. Just so we're clear.

15-8=7AP

4AP - Create Magical Life: Elves
These are technically dark elves/wood elves (as in tanned but not drow) but I'm calling them elves for the sake of linguistic convenience. They are naturally gifted with Romancy (see below), extraordinarily beautiful, can have children with just about anyone they're in love with and are as compassionate as their diety. Unlike Amoros, however, they are capable of understanding and even exercising violence.

3AP - Create Magical Concept: Romancy
This is a form of magic that grows stronger the more loving the user and target both are. It grows weaker when there is hatred. It cannot be used to harm anyone, but it can be used to keep people from getting hurt. It can be used to heal grievous wounds, re-energize the body or even to make battle impossible. In addition, it allows one to bring positive emotions to the surface while suppressing negative ones ('positive and negative' as defined by what the target of the spell thinks would feel good, while the caster chooses which to bring to the surface - feel free to use that loophole however you please.) While it cannot force anyone to do something, it can put them in the right mindset to do so.

1AP - Blessing: Love for the Love god (Amoros' worshippers)
Worshipping the love god will over time make you more attractive to anyone you could conceivably breed with, as well as making conception much more likely. In addition, women who worship Amoros almost never experience birth complications. After all, there's no greater love than one a parent gives to their child. The longer you worship, the greater the effect.


Before the Slaughter

Ilnara grinned from ear to ear as she saw the elves trickle into Ilnarahan. "My Son, they are beautiful, a wonderful image of your power. Sweet, son, I am pleased."

"Do you have plans for them?" Ilnara asked as she watched the elves walk among the Ilnarahan. "Such beautiful creatures, Only good could come of their existence."

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Aftermath of the Slaughter

Ilnara sat in a pool of her own blood tears after the 66 days had passed. She no longer had any tears, water or blood to spend. Large gashes have been carved beneath her blood-shot eyes from her broken and cracked nails. Ilnara was truly spent and all she could do was stare into the cramped stone around her broken body as she replayed the massacre of Ilnarahan in her mind over and over again, each time more bloody and more devestating than the last.

Ilnara silently hoped for a release from her suffering but no such release seemed to be coming anytime soon. She clenched her fists and began to wildly thrash around, sending both bloody mud and stone into the air as she repeatedly punched the stone wall with enough force to create earthquakes that could be felt throughout the mountains above.

[Emperor Demonking]

KeheKe, Deity of Death and Tyranny

KeheKe had his portals to Farra and The Garden. He flexed his back and produced in those two a cave in each. One could walk through that cave to find themselves in the Plansr Caverns outside the portal to their previous plane. He smiled, "You'd have to be a Tyrant to keep them all from coming here."

He stepped forward back to the Material Plane he left.

Mir

Whether it was luck, fate or the subconscious he stepped behind his creator deity. He could sense the essence that caused his own even if he's taken a different form, "Father!"


1 AP: 3 AP - 1 Alter Land: Farra - 1 Alter Land: The Garden
And I've finally done what I'd said I'd do nearly a week ago.

[TaeRai]

Qa'lunn could sense something was wrong... He raised his head from the hammock of leaves he rested on in the Qunn's village home and walked out of the mud temple, built by his worshippers. He leapt to his plane, his lion-like legs giving him an extra bounce, and he soared through the portal to his land. Then, he saw it... Someone had invaded his plane! The unfairness in this made his blood boil and a terrifying roar broke through the land, like a crack of thunder booming over the clouds, and in one quick slice, the stone portal SOMEONE had built in his plane was broken.

[OrganicEvil]

Golgoth scratched his head, looking at Aesric like he'd just spoken gibberish. "Da zog you mean by dat? Da 'ell is da wind?" He looked genuinely confused at the terminology the God of Death had used. "An' da zog you mean by make it dance? If'n it could dance, it'd already be doin' it."

Aesric sighed. "The wind is the air when it's moving," he said. "As you quite correctly point out, it doesn't do that yet. That's the problem. After all, if you didn't really exist, wouldn't you want to?"

[Darklady2831]

To Make the Dancing Wind
Aesric and Golgoth

Golgoth nodded in understanding, taking a deep breath. He exhaled harshly, then pointed in front of him. "Dat's da wind?" He asked, then started rubbing his chin, thinking. He frowned, then picked up a rock. He stared at it, the force of his glare causing it to heat up. Slowly, it built up heat, steam rising off of it until it was white hot. Then Golgoth looked away, and the rock cooled rapidly. He grinned, and pulled his arm back to throw the rock. With a grunt, he hurled it towards the sky at ludicrous speed.

The rock began to heat up again, slowly growing brighter and warmer as it left the atmosphere of the world below. Golgoth pointed at the tiny pinprick of light, then looked at his Orks. "Dat makes da world warm. It makes it bright. It makes da wind." He said. "You'z all believe dat, an' it'll be true. An' if it's true, den Orks is gonna live forever." He turned to Aesric, grinning. Already, the world was growing brighter and warmer. The air was starting to move. "Dere's yer dancin' wind. So long as da Orks is around, da' winds gonna dance, an' da sun is gonna shine."

Up above the world, the small rock was brighter and warmer than any other light had ever been. The rock had ceased to be solid and was now a glob of liquid stone. It began to grow, the magical subconscious of the Orks altering the way it was. Soon, it was as large as a house. Then it was the size of a village, and then a mountain. It grew and grew, becoming the size of a continent, and then the size of the oceans. Still it grew, approaching the size of the planet it had come from and then surpassing it. The rock had ceased to be a rock and was now a rapidly growing ball of incandescent plasma, burning hotter and brighter than anything ever had before. The growth slowed, and soon stopped as the Rock approached a size that was dozens of times larger than the planet it was born from.

So far away it was, that it appeared small to those living on the world below. But even if it was small to them, it's heat and light still touched them. In the coming days, small plants would thrive, and the massive fungi would be forced to shrink from the brilliant light of the sun. In the coming days, weather and clouds would begin to form, driven by the heat of the Ork-powered sun. For so long as the Orks thrived, so too would the orb of plasma that Golgoth had created.

7 AP - 2 AP - 3 AP - 1 AP - 1 AP = 0 AP
2 AP - Create Land: The Sun

The Sun is, on the surface, almost identical to the Sun of our own planet, except that it orbits the world instead of the world orbiting it. It is in actuality, a massive unending explosion. If left alone, it would explode until the destructive forces consumed all of reality.
3 AP - Create Magical Concept: Orkish Psioniks [Closed]

Orks are inherently magical creatures, soaking up arcane energy from the background of the universe like sponges. While the vast majority have no say in how this energy is used, a rare few can tap into the reservoir of power and manifest it by thinking. Those Orks born with this ability can manifest Psychik powers like a Dwarrow Mage casts spells. However, this is an inherent ability, and cannot be taught. For most Orks, this power manifests as a reality-warping effect that makes their beliefs real. Contraptions built by orks that have no grounding in actual science or engineering will work for an Ork despite having no logical reason to. Weapons that should snap or break because of shoddy craftsmanship will continue to work well for an Ork who believes it will. This ability only extends to Orks, and the things they or their God create. A nearly broken Antheri weapon will not miraculously become ultra-durable for an Ork, nor will a Dwarrow-built machine that shouldn't work miraculously become a functioning device.
1 AP - Bless: The Sun

The Sun was made from a small rock found by the feet of Golgoth. It was then hurled into the sky and ignited by his power. Essentially a never-ending explosion, the Sun is only kept in check by the collective beliefs of the Orkish race. Should the Orks ever disappear, or stop believing that the Sun is a stable ball of light and heat that orbits the world, then the sun will continue its explosion, and set fire to all of reality.
1 AP - Bless: The Wind

The light and fire of the Sun causes air to be heated unevenly across the world. Where it is heated, it rises and then cools as it touches the cold void. Where it is cold, it falls. It is this heating and rising, and cooling and falling, that causes the wind to blow all across the world. Because of this, Orkish spores can now be spread around away from the immediate surface that an Ork's blood fell on. Without the Sun, and by extension, without the Orks, the wind ceases to be.

[Prisoner]

Nirax was resting in his shadowy bed when he felt the disturbance. It was a strange burning sensation, seeming to originate outside the Shadow Realm. He ignored it at first, but it increased in intensity until he flew to the portal out of the Realm, flew out of the cave... and screamed. It was an unworldly screech, like that of a banshee, loud enough to be heard by everyone the world over. A great ball of fire hung in the sky above, melting the ice from his island, and the snow that emanated from his body. He tried to create more ice, but it all just turned to water and flowed into the sea. "No!" he cried, as his hands balled up into fists. He flew over to the other side of the world, where there was only the glow of the mushrooms on the mushroom continent. This light was far more bearable than the horror that had destroyed his island. He was going to find out who did this, and he was going to make them pay. His old portal to the Shadow Realm was no longer suitable for his purposes, so he made a new one. On the outskirts of the mushroom continent, he made another cave, and placed a second portal at the bottom of it. He had it lead to the same place as the other one, stepped through and began his work. From the void that surrounded his continent he shaped a cylinder, small enough to fit in his hand. To it he added a blade made from sharp ice. The blade was broad, with short straight part closest to the hilt, followed by a longer curved part. The ice glowed coldly, and Nirax swung the weapon a few times. "They shall feel the chill of it's blade... they will feel Nirax's Icicle!" His weapon complete, Nirax flew out of the Shadow Realm and back to the mushroom continent. He went to the first god he saw, Ilnara, lying in a crevice. He paused for a moment, surprised by her broken state, but that wasn't important right now. What was important... Nirax brandished the Icicle threateningly as he flew towards the nature god. "Who created the ball of fire?!" he thundered.


Craft Relic - 4 AP: The Icicle gives a +2 bonus in RCR (I realise its a stupid name)
9 AP - 4 AP =
5 AP

[Hatter]

Nirax was resting in his shadowy bed when he felt the disturbance. It was a strange burning sensation, seeming to originate outside the Shadow Realm. He ignored it at first, but it increased in intensity until he flew to the portal out of the Realm, flew out of the cave... and screamed. It was an unworldly screech, like that of a banshee, loud enough to be heard by everyone the world over. A great ball of fire hung in the sky above, melting the ice from his island, and the snow that emanated from his body. He tried to create more ice, but it all just turned to water and flowed into the sea. "No!" he cried, as his hands balled up into fists. He flew over to the other side of the world, where there was only the glow of the mushrooms on the mushroom continent. This light was far more bearable than the horror that had destroyed his island. He was going to find out who did this, and he was going to make them pay. His old portal to the Shadow Realm was no longer suitable for his purposes, so he made a new one. On the outskirts of the mushroom continent, he made another cave, and placed a second portal at the bottom of it. He had it lead to the same place as the other one, stepped through and began his work. From the void that surrounded his continent he shaped a cylinder, small enough to fit in his hand. To it he added a blade made from sharp ice. The blade was broad, with short straight part closest to the hilt, followed by a longer curved part. The ice glowed coldly, and Nirax swung the weapon a few times. "They shall feel the chill of it's blade... they will feel Nirax's Icicle!" His weapon complete, Nirax flew out of the Shadow Realm and back to the mushroom continent. He went to the first god he saw, Ilnara, lying in a crevice. He paused for a moment, surprised by her broken state, but that wasn't important right now. What was important... Nirax brandished the Icicle threateningly as he flew towards the nature god. "Who created the ball of fire?!" he thundered.


Craft Relic - 4 AP: The Icicle gives a +2 bonus in RCR (I realise its a stupid name)
9 AP - 4 AP =
15 AP


Rebirth


Ilnara and Nirax

The goddess pressed herself up from the blood soaked mud as she heard Nirax intrude upon her sanctum, she lifted her head up and turned her blood-shot pale yellow eyes upon Nirax through a veil of muddy hair.

She stared at Nirax for a moment, ignoring the blade of ice that was pointing at her. She stared straight at the spot under his dark hood where his eyes should be, her eyes dripping with hatred and venomous intent born from the damage.

"Go...." she said softly and with a loud unnatural screech that literally shook the earth and stone around she lashed out "....Away!!!!!!"

The goddess dropped back down to her arse and huddled in a dark corner...

"Leave me be..... " she whispered.

[Prisoner]

"I do not know what problems you are facing, but my island is being melted by a ball of fire!" Nirax cried. He paused for a moment, then lowered his blade. "Look... I'll help you with whatever you need, and in return you will help me find out who has created the ball of fire."

[Hatter]

"I do not know what problems you are facing, but my island is being melted by a ball of fire!" Nirax cried. He paused for a moment, then lowered his blade. "Look... I'll help you with whatever you need, and in return you will help me find out who has created the ball of fire."


Ilnara once more glanced at Nirax and looked him up and down. Being an inherently good being, she could sense the evil eminating within him.

She extended a bloody hand to Nirax. "Give it to me." She stated, her blood boiling. "Give me the power to not care anymore, oh vile creature of the dark. Give it to me now!"

[Prisoner]

Nirax cocked his head. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're referring to. Insanity, perhaps? I know someone who can help you with that."

[Hatter]

Nirax cocked his head. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're referring to. Insanity, perhaps? I know someone who can help you with that."

"And you are supposed to be a god?" The goddess pointed a finger and his chest "That is what I want. Rid me of the curse of kindness, strip me of my heart, bring me out of the light and into the deepest cavern of evil!" A manic grin came across the goddess' face. There it was. There was the reprieve she needed, she could not suffer the death and destruction of Ilnarahan if she simply didnt care.

[OrganicEvil]

To Make the Dancing Wind
Golgoth and Aesric


Aesric gazed up at the great fireball hanging in the sky. It was as he had imagined, and yet... Not. He gazed at the Great Green God thoughtfully. "It seems that I underestimated you," he said. "You truly are as cunning as your people claim. Well, never let it be said I broke a bargain. I shall remove the curse on your Orks now." He closed his eyes. It had been begun with words, and with words it would have to be ended. A fair exchange, as was proper. Hands clasped tight on the haft of his scythe, he sang out in falsetto:

"O powers of the earth and air, I do invoke thee thrice:
One time for flame and two for death and a third time for ice,
Heed my command and note thee well that I my bargains keep!
Let Orken-kind continue 'til the day I come to reap."

Starting AP: 11 (Yay Saturday rollover!)
Bless (7 AP)- The curse upon the Orks has been broken, freeing them to reproduce.
Gain Domain (3 AP)- Life (Growth); removing the curse on the Orks officially qualifies Aesric as a fertility god. Good thing, too, since I think our old one's kinda going grimdark...
Raise Greater Life (1 AP)- Due their arboreal origins, the Anthieri have gained power from the new sunlight, making them taller, stronger, and faster than they were before, even capable of going up against most Orks in a contest of sheer brawn.
Ending AP: 0

[Prisoner]

"Hmm..." Nirax pondered her request for a moment. "Come with me, to my plane." He waved a hand, and created a portal to the Shadow Realm. Then he took her hand, and pulled her through it.

They stepped out on to the shadow continent, and Nirax swept his hand through the air, gesturing at the darkness around him. "Behold the Shadow Realm! The heart of darkness!" He turned to her. "This is the home of all suffering. Perhaps you'd like to join us?"

[TaeRai]

The ball of fire was visible to even Qa'luun. He gazed at it from his plane and frowned. So hot, so bright... This was unnatural! The sun, as he called it for he reminded him of his own destructive kin, burnt his skin and made him feel hot (even if heat was not really a concept to him.

"This is not right!" he boomed as he leapt towards the world in rage, determined to find the deity who created this new... Thing. "It must be DESTROYED!"

He landed in a obliterated village where Ilnara once laid. The sight of the destroyed buildings made him angrier and he roared to the heavens, calling for his son and whoever was listening to him.

"SEIR! COME TO ME! BALANCE MUST BE RETURNED!"

[Hatter]

"Hmm..." Nirax pondered her request for a moment. "Come with me, to my plane." He waved a hand, and created a portal to the Shadow Realm. Then he took her hand, and pulled her through it.

They stepped out on to the shadow continent, and Nirax swept his hand through the air, gesturing at the darkness around him. "Behold the Shadow Realm! The heart of darkness!" He turned to her. "This is the home of all suffering. Perhaps you'd like to join us?"


Rebirth

Gorge and Nirax

Upon stepping into Nirax's realm, the cold immediately seeped into Ilnara's divine body. She grimaced against it as she began to shiver.... "Yes, this is what I was looking for."

Ilnara reach a hand out and grabbed for a piece of the darkness that made up the Shadow Realm. She played with it for a moment. "The Heart of All Evil.... You will give me another chance... a better chance...." She allowed the tendril of darkness to wrap around her arm, eyeing it with almost a motherly gaze.

The she violently jerked it off her arm and started stuffing it in her mouth. If Nirax made any protest, Ilnara did not hear it. She continued to rip and tear at the shadows and stuffed her face. Ilnara began to undergo a transformation.

Her once Golden hair became white as snow.

Her skin now leathery and black devoid of any glow.

Her eyes a crimson red.

Her breath smelled of the dead.

Her once motherly form

became twisted and deformed.

She bloated and bloated

a monster now stood there and gloated.

She tore through her small clothes

with jagged teeth to gnaw upon her foes.


What once stood there as a beautiful goddess now was a naked and twisted monstrosity, appearing as a 20ft tall highly obese female with muscular and unforgiving arms. Her gleaming red eyes rested on Nirax as she adjusted the enormous fat rolls on her stomach.

"I AM REBORN!!!! I AM GORGE!!!!" She shouted with a voice deep and thunderous before squatting down in front of Nirax. "Little Darkness," Gorge immediately coined Nirax. "Your assistance is....appreciated. I am complete."

Gorge looked down at her naked body "Well, mostly" and she broke out laughing.


Ilnara was transformed through pain and torture and a desire to overcome it. She became a twisted and corrupt version of her regular self.

Name, Gorge AKA The Scourge (pronounced Gor-jee)

Played By: Hatter

Current Domains and Portfolios: Nature (Earth), War (Domination)

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Holy symbol : A black skull with a red diamond in it's forehead.

Description: Once a beautiful and loving harvest goddess by the name of Ilnara, Gorge is a massive monstrosity of a goddess, standing at 20ft tall, morbidly obese with rough black leathery skin, beady red eyes and a mane of white hair that falls down to her shoulders. In the beginning of her life, she wandered around completely naked but eventually she started wearing spiked solid black plate armor which is often dripping with the blood of the tortured souls that find their way to her plane. She carries with her a massive barbed 9-tail whip.

Personality: Gorge is a cruel deity, she enjoys watching mortals suffer at her hands and the hands of her followers. Her goal is to see mortals and immortals alike grovel at her feet as she conquers any and all whom would stand before her.

[Prisoner]

Nirax paused for a moment, then laughed. "Excellent. Now, perhaps you'd like to join my Pantheon? We welcome gods who create suffering."

[Hatter]

Nirax paused for a moment, then laughed. "Excellent. Now, perhaps you'd like to join my Pantheon? We welcome gods who create suffering."

Gorge licked her lips before extending a large jagged finger down to Nirax. "Not now.. In the meantime, I have something to do. I'll search for your Sun God while I am doing so."

With that, Gorge disappeared from the Shadow Realm.


Starting AP: 2
Rollover AP: 4
End AP: 6
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She stood once more upon the cold mountains, stone cracking under her massive naked body. With a mighty stomp of her foot, she went sliding into the earth, and for a brief moment all of the continent violently shook in response as a multitude of tunnels, caves caverns, underground lakes and oceans tore through the earth far below the world's surface. The many caverns and tunnels sprouted fungi in reponse to their creation, vegetation and even a small amount of critters began to make their homes in what is to be known as the "Great Below"

Gorge stood in the center most and lowest cavern, heat poured through the stones due to the proximity of the cavern with the world's core. With a scoop of her massive clawed hands, she created a portal to her domain.


Start AP:5
Create Land: -2 Gorge created what it to come to be known as the "Great Below". It is similar to the Underdark of the Forgotten Realms series, albeit as of this moment significantly less full of life with a handful of entrances spread across the continent, though mostly in the mountain ranges.
End AP: 4

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Gorge stood in The Garden, thoroughly disgusted of what she saw. With a great scream, she swiped her massive arms across the plane and turned it into endless jagged rock and stone with lava lakes and river. The sky was filled with burning red clouds. At the center of the realm, she created a massive castle of stone, a multitude of gems encrusted upon the walls. Satisfied with her work, Gorge grinned. "Ahhhhh.... It's good to be back"


No AP needed to alter your own plane : The Garden is now Redstone : The Earth Plane.

[Prisoner]

"No!" Nirax cried, as she left. "You traitorous bastard!" He stood there for some time, fuming. "Fine. I'll get my revenge without her." He left the Shadow Realm, coming out of his portal on the mushroom continent. He left the cave, and to his surprise, the ball of fire hung in the air above him. He screeched like the last time, but not as loud. After a few moments of surprise at why the ball of fire was here, he realised that the ball must move around. He would have to find his target as soon as possible. He didn't like having to bear the heat of the sun.

Hearing Qa'lunn's roar, Nirax flew to the god. "I heard your call. Am I correct in thinking you wish to destroy the sun? Because that is my wish also. Oh, and I'm also going to find whoever made it and ruin them. Perhaps you would assist me in this? Time is of the essence. Nirax looked towards the sun. "I do not like facing that thing for long."

[Darklady2831]

To Make the Dancing Wind
Golgoth and Aesric


Aesric gazed up at the great fireball hanging in the sky. It was as he had imagined, and yet... Not. He gazed at the Great Green God thoughtfully. "It seems that I underestimated you," he said. "You truly are as cunning as your people claim. Well, never let it be said I broke a bargain. I shall remove the curse on your Orks now." He closed his eyes. It had been begun with words, and with words it would have to be ended. A fair exchange, as was proper. Hands clasped tight on the haft of his scythe, he sang out in falsetto:

"O powers of the earth and air, I do invoke thee thrice:
One time for flame and two for death and a third time for ice,
Heed my command and note thee well that I my bargains keep!
Let Orken-kind continue 'til the day I come to reap."

Starting AP: 11 (Yay Saturday rollover!)
Bless (7 AP)- The curse upon the Orks has been broken, freeing them to reproduce.
Gain Domain (3 AP)- Life (Growth); removing the curse on the Orks officially qualifies Aesric as a fertility god. Good thing, too, since I think our old one's kinda going grimdark...
Raise Greater Life (1 AP)- Due their arboreal origins, the Anthieri have gained power from the new sunlight, making them taller, stronger, and faster than they were before, even capable of going up against most Orks in a contest of sheer brawn.
Ending AP: 0


To Make the Dancing Wind
Aesric and Golgoth

Golgoth looked at his Orks, nodding in approval. "You'z held up mosta it." He said, turning to face Aesric. "You said you'z knew who messed with me Orks. You'z was gonna tell me. I'z gonna wreck 'em." Golgoth stared at Aesric with grim seriousness, expecting the answer quickly.


Fall of the First Big Rampage

Though the curse had been cured, and Orks returned to their rightful state, the affliction had taken it's toll. Without new Orks to replenish the Rampage, it had petered out, and within a year, it had succumbed to infighting and restlessness. No longer did the Big High Boss o' War Grotskar da Smusha hold sway over ten thousand Orks. Now his might was merely a hundred, a raiding party that bitterly assaulted other Orks and any villages they came across. The wilds south of the KeheKe protectorate were thick with Orks that fought each other as often as they fought the civilized races, and thus the danger was over. While an occassional raiding party wandered into the KeheKe protectorate, it was no worse than a few hundred bandits that would steal and murder.

[Hatter]

With everything in place, Gorge swiftly moved about the continent. With each stride she covered more ground than she ever could have, glaring at the sun in the sky as she went. She was unhappy with it's creation but she knew that fretting about it wasnt going to change anything and actively hunting for it's creator would be a waste of time when there were decidedly more important things to handle. Suddenly, Gorge came to a sudden halt that caused earth to tear up into the sky.Finally! She found what she was looking for!

"Ahhhhh... My sweeties.... Mama Gorge has something for ya.... C'mere little Orks.... Come here...." She had apparently came across a group of orks, approximately 1000 of the creatures, a tribe that has splintered off from the Warbands of the Horde.... No doubt to their smaller than average sizes.

"Sweeties come fer Mama Gorge...." The orks all chanted in unison as they began to follow.

"C'mere...C'mere...." She said spoke with the sweetest of voices, drawing them in closer as if they were completely entranced by her.

"C'mere, C'mere" The entranced orks continued.


"C'mere my little pretties.... come her.... Mama Gorge has a prize for you." and the orks followed Gorge deep into the mountains and through a passageway that led them even deeper still, right into the earth, right into the Great Deep. She led them far underneath the continent into a cavern at least 2000 leagues from the surface before she relinquished the spell she had on them.

"Mama Gorge gives us prizes...." The orks continued their chant.

"And now my pretties..." She began as she rose to her full height with a long black whip in hand and closed shut all the entrances and exits just as the orks began to regain their composure only to stare up and wonder at the massive monstrosity before them.

"Wha?" a few of them managed to stammer out...

"Now, my pretties... You DANCE!!!!!" She cracked her mighty whip down. The cries of pained and tortured cries of orks reverberated through the deep cavern. These orks will serve her. She will mould them into the perfect creature.... in due time....

Starting AP: 4
Create Magical Concept : -3 Charm Magic - Gorge had come up with a magical means to confuse, confound, manipulate and lure mortal minds. Charm Magic is essentially illusion magic under a different name. (Open)
End AP: 1

[TaeRai]

"No!" Nirax cried, as she left. "You traitorous bastard!" He stood there for some time, fuming. "Fine. I'll get my revenge without her." He left the Shadow Realm, coming out of his portal on the mushroom continent. He left the cave, and to his surprise, the ball of fire hung in the air above him. He screeched like the last time, but not as loud. After a few moments of surprise at why the ball of fire was here, he realised that the ball must move around. He would have to find his target as soon as possible. He didn't like having to bear the heat of the sun.

Hearing Qa'lunn's roar, Nirax flew to the god. "I heard your call. Am I correct in thinking you wish to destroy the sun? Because that is my wish also. Oh, and I'm also going to find whoever made it and ruin them. Perhaps you would assist me in this? Time is of the essence. Nirax looked towards the sun. "I do not like facing that thing for long."

"Indeed," the deity snarls as he also looks towards it. "The sun moves and makes the animals hide when they should be hunted. This in acceptable." His looks towards the other god. "Destroy it."


Starting AP - 1

AP Rollover Gain - 4

AP Remaining - 5

[Prisoner]

"We need to find its creator first. Come on, I think I see some gods ahead." Nirax approached Golgoth and Aesric, Icicle in hand. He gestured towards the sun. "Who has done this?!"


5 AP + 4 AP =
9 AP

[Emperor Demonking]

KeheKe, Deity of Death and Tyranny

KeheKe looked up at the sun, and shuddered. Not because of the sun. He first saw that a while ago, and was glad it existed. It made the Planar Caverns more like the forgotten paradise he was going for. He got up and took a piece of fruit, it tasted worse to his tongue now it was bathed in that ugly everywhere orange light. He asked himself why he'd shuddered, he answered himself, "I've grown."

Still, the suddenness made him sick and he retreated to his plane. Apparently, a great heroic non-Tyrant had recently died. Perhaps, KeheKe thought to himself, I'll greet him and show him to a cube.


6 AP = 1 AP + 4 AP (Lesser) +1 AP (Pantheon)
0 AP = 6 AP - 3 AP Gain Domain (Travel: Planes) [Weave Plane, made two portals to other planes and joined a pantheon to agree to linking the Plane of Shadow] - 3 AP Gain Domain (Magic: Undead) [Created Necromancy and created a society ruled by Necromancers]

Now a Lesser Deity

[Eldamar]

Family Reunions
KeheKe, Mirmulnir

The auburn-haired dwarrow tilts his head curiously without turning about. “I have no children of my flesh, stranger. You must be mistaken. I’m looking for this Keheke character, and what he wants with me.”

[Emperor Demonking]

Family Reunions
KeheKe, Deity of Tyranny and Death, & Mirmulnir, Deity of Magic and Knowledge

KeheKe makes a face in thought "No, I suppose you wouldn't recognise me having abandoned me before I was even vaguely given form. All you left was a divine stench and a first-born son. That son was me, for I am KeheKe. The Judge. The Cheater. The Lord of the Necromatic Arts."

[Eldamar]

Family Reunions
KeheKe, Deity of Tyranny and Death, & Mirmulnir, Deity of Magic and Knowledge

KeheKe makes a face in thought "No, I suppose you wouldn't recognise me having abandoned me before I was even vaguely given form. All you left was a divine stench and a first-born son. That son was me, for I am KeheKe. The Judge. The Cheater. The Lord of the Necromatic Arts."

"Lovely titles. I have created 823,543 mortal souls and one Anomaly that I cannot explain, but you aren't it. What did you want from me?" The disguised god turns, his eyes a deep purple with a very unamused look in them.

[Emperor Demonking]

Family Reunions
KeheKe, Deity of Tyranny and Death, & Mirmulnir, Deity of Magic and Knowledge

"I did not really want anything, but to really meet you. To get acquainted. After all, when the Freehold experiment inevitably fails your worshipers will almost certainly come to rely upon the strength of mine. You are my father, and a child should be near at least one parent at least once in his life, no?

"Tell me about the anomaly. Let us bond over a story."

[Eldamar]

Family Reunions
KeheKe, Deity of Tyranny and Death, & Mirmulnir, Deity of Magic and Knowledge

"I did not really want anything, but to really meet you. To get acquainted. After all, when the Freehold experiment inevitably fails your worshipers will almost certainly come to rely upon the strength of mine. You are my father, and a child should be near at least one parent at least once in his life, no?

"Tell me about the anomaly. Let us bond over a story."

Mirmulnir seems to ignore his commentary on the prospects his civilization had. By far, it was the most stable and advanced society in the known universe. Thriving agriculture, universities, craftsmen, statesmen, armies, and more. All with barely any assistance from him. Beyond the creation of the dwarrow race, Mirmulnir has only contributed whispers of bits of ideas incoherent on their own. Others have built upon and found inspiration from his whispers to create everything the Freehold currently has.

"An experiment gone wrong. My attempts to unmake it at the most fundamental levels of reality were thwarted by something I cannot explain. So I bound it, and banished to the other side of the mountain. Some primitively minded beast with a green hide and gnarled teeth. I tried to reason with it, but it seemed more concerned with finding things to smash."

[Emperor Demonking]

Family Reunions
KeheKe, Deity of Tyranny and Death, & Mirmulnir, Deity of Magic and Knowledge

"Hmm, Said KeheKe "How joyful. I have seen your anomaly actually, it was when I was making my first steps around the world. Sadly, it did find what it was after. A score of Dwarrow, allowed to be slaughtered by the weakness of the Freehold. A Tyrant would not allow them to go off in disarray. It is the greatest act of monstrosity the world has ever known. I must find out where their souls went.

"The pleasure was all mine, I'm sure." With that KeheKe vanished to another part of the continent to be alone with his thoughts and looking at that ugly orange ball in the sky.

[Ralasha]

The Chain that Binds

In the mountain chain to the northwest of the center of the continent:
Arathir, Deity of Smithing and Enchantment.

Arathir was born isolated. The divine energies which had given birth to the Dwarrow had seeped into the mountain chains that divided the continent, and followed those lines to a place near the edge of the landmass. There they concentrated; from a swirling pool of unstable power. One singular form emerged, inside of the mountain itself. Within it's heart, where a great hollow existed amongst the pools of liquid fire and metal gathered upon the floors of these cavernous passages.

She rose from pools of fire metal and liquid stone where they swirled and mingled, pulled together by the vortex which gave her life.

As the heat dissipated, and her form gradually cooled she became aware. She knew she was, and what she was... but not where, or why.

She wandered 'her tunnels' checking for others of her kind, but finding none. Thus returning to the place of her birth where the whirlpool of mixing elements still resided.

Reaching into this viscous liquid of heat and stone and iron she pulled out a hammer. She did not know that it was a hammer, merely that it was what she required. Again she reached, and withdrew a pick. She then began to construct a forge. What guided her actions she did not know. It seemed only to be what made sense, it drew her.

Taking metal, she forged a bowl. Filling the bowl with metal and stone she set it within a pool of fire, mixing the two together, then letting it cool until it was malleable but not liquid. Returning to her forged she worked, and reworked. Apart from the world, isolated in this place, none can be certain of how long she was there. None knew of her existence.

The first Dwarf was crafted here. A being made in her own likeness. Brown of skin, black of hair, broad of shoulder and muscular. His form complete she gave it life, and mind, and spirit through the etching of runes upon it's very essence. Not visible, but there none-the-less.

She turned then to the walls, now knowing what she sought. And pushed her driving goal, and the image in her mind into the walls, along with a copy of the very essence of the being she had created.

As stone crumbled reshaped and formed two distinct races were born of her actions. Two halves of the whole she had earlier made.

One was slightly shorter, and broader of shoulder. The other taller, and slimmer, yet more muscular.

In the time she spent since, she had educated them in crafting, smithing, and runes. Their own language developed from these lessons, they learned quickly how to shape stone and metal, for these things were in their very blood. More quickly than she had though possible the halls became a work of art. Polished stone and great columns.

Yet Her forge was left alone. With other lesser yet similar smithies constructed all around it. The first Hammers used by their smiths were stone, with which to shape the metal into more useful forms. Warriors came soon after, for fire is by it's nature a combative thing. Great men and women with armor, axe, sword, spear, and shield. Though none knew why.

Their tunneling, their persistent search for yet more ore to work, to refine their methods eventually led to something which none among them had seen before. The Outside. It was an entirely new concept for all involved, including their creator. But their skill, their weapons, and armor. Their fearless and savage fiery spirits gave them courage. So with wonder, curiosity, and hope for yet more things to learn and to make... though distrustful and wary they were... they made their way into the wider world.

15 AP start, -15 = 0 remaining
-2 Create Mundane Life: Shield Dwarves (+2 Constitution, +2 Wisdom, -2 Charisma, Tireless)
-3 Create Greater Life: Mountain Dwarves (+2 Strength, +2 Constitution, +2 Wisdom, Powerful Build, Fearless)
-3 Create Magical Concept: Rune Magic (Inscribed Runes used for enchantment) [Closed]
-2 Create Advanced Concept: Blacksmithing [Closed]
-2 Create Advanced Concept: Organized Warfare (Battalions, Armies, Infantry) [Closed]
-2 Form Society: The Dwarven Commonwealth [Open]
-1 Mould Land: The Dwarven Home (A series of subterranean tunnels in which near limitless metal and stone working resources exist)

[JackofBlades]

The ball of fire was visible to even Qa'luun. He gazed at it from his plane and frowned. So hot, so bright... This was unnatural! The sun, as he called it for he reminded him of his own destructive kin, burnt his skin and made him feel hot (even if heat was not really a concept to him.

"This is not right!" he boomed as he leapt towards the world in rage, determined to find the deity who created this new... Thing. "It must be DESTROYED!"

He landed in a obliterated village where Ilnara once laid. The sight of the destroyed buildings made him angrier and he roared to the heavens, calling for his son and whoever was listening to him.

"SEIR! COME TO ME! BALANCE MUST BE RETURNED!"

Seir looked off into the distance while the people he had just gave life to went about their daily business. And then he saw it. A bright burning ball of chaos, the Sun. Soon after he heard the roar of Qa'lunn calling out for him. Seir would leave but it seemed to pain him to leave his people especially in their early days. But he Seir was demanded elsewhere. Demanded to restore balance."Grow strong my Altaic....I will be back look upon what you accomplished in the coming days. Do not disappoint me. He roared before standing up and opening a portal to his fathers plane of existence. A doorway would open at Qa'lunn's side. "I'm here father what would you ask of me?" Seir said as the doorway sealed shut behind him.

[Hatter]

Giving the kidnapped orks a moment to recover from her constant torture, Gorge emerged from the depths of the Great Below in a suit of spiked solid black armor with skull-motif upon her breastplate. The goddess breathed in the cold morning air as she glanced around, her eyes specifically stopping to stare at the Sun as it rose above the horizontal line. No other deities were in sight and the only presence she felt was of some faint power lying within the core of the world. That power seems to have been dormant for a long time and it did not concern her.

With one great leap, she ended up upon the tallest of the mountains that split the continent, raising a hand which was ridiculously adorned with a multitude of rings and roughly-cut gemstones to block the sun light from her eyes, seeing nobody present, she took great strides out across the growing trees, nimbly stepping around them, despite her ridiculous size and came to a stop in front of a dark and ominous looking cave that practically spit shadows out into the world around it. She lifted up a heavily armored foot and delivered a massive kick to the cave entrance with such a force that shook the area around the cave with a minor earthquake.

WHAM!!!!

"HEY! LITTLE DARKNESS! Come out and talk ta me! I'm not seeing any kinda Fire-God zippin' 'round but I got somethin' to tell ya! Let's discuss this pantheon business!" She shouted out, obviously trying to gain Nirax's attention... She wasnt being shy about it... at all....

[TaeRai]

Seir looked off into the distance while the people he had just gave life to went about their daily business. And then he saw it. A bright burning ball of chaos, the Sun. Soon after he heard the roar of Qa'lunn calling out for him. Seir would leave but it seemed to pain him to leave his people especially in their early days. But he Seir was demanded elsewhere. Demanded to restore balance."Grow strong my Altaic....I will be back look upon what you accomplished in the coming days. Do not disappoint me. He roared before standing up and opening a portal to his fathers plane of existence. A doorway would open at Qa'lunn's side. "I'm here father what would you ask of me?" Seir said as the doorway sealed shut behind him.

Qa'lunn was still fuming but he bowed his head when his kin appeared before him. "Ah, you came..." He smiled slightly (though it could not be seen) and he rose a hand to point towards the sun.

"My son, do you know why I created you?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued, speaking quickly and pacing on the earth. "You were created to keep balance in this world, to destroy what didn't need to exist. And this... This... This sun!" He growls and stomps. "It is unnatural! It must begone!"

[Hatter]

Gorgee waited infront of the portal to the Shadow Realm for 5 days... loosing her patience, she gave the cave entrance one final kick before returning to her spot on the tallest mountain and watched the Sun set in the distance. An evil grin crossed her face as she did so.

[Darklady2831]

Confronting the Sun
Aesric, Golgoth, Nirax, Qa'lunn, and Seir

Golgoth turned to face the newcomers, irritated that they had interrupted him while he was questioning Aesric. "Zog off, Nirax!" He bellowed, pointing at Aesric. "I'z busy learnin' 'oo messed with me Orks! An' if you'z gots a problem with that, I'z gonna smash ya'!" Golgoth scowled, noticing Qa'lunn. " 'oo da zog izzat?" He asked, looking to Nirax. " 'e smells funny."

[Prisoner]

"I don't know its name and I don't care." Nirax motioned to the sun again. "Who created that?!"

[TaeRai]

"I am called Qa'lunnm you lumbering oaf," the deity scowled and jabbing a finger at the green god. "And you better give some respect to your better, beast. That is my son there."

[Darklady2831]

Confronting the Sun
Aesric, Golgoth, Nirax, Qa'lunn, Seir

Golgoth frowned at Qa'lunn, glancing at Nirax. "If 'e's in yer club, I'z never gonna join." He stated bluntly. Then he scratched his chin. "I'z made da sun. Aesric wanted one, an' he fixed me Orks when I gave 'im one. If'n deyz 'adn't been messed with, it wouldn' be dere."

[Prisoner]

"Qa'lunn is not in my "club". We are simply united in our quest to find the person who made the sun and BEAT THEM DOWN! MY ISLAND MELTED BECAUSE OF YOUR "SUN"! GET RID OF IT! NOW!" Darkness and ice surrounded Nirax's body, barely contained by the power of the sun.

[TaeRai]

Qa'luun snarls slighty. "Those ugly beasts are your creation?! Ugly little mutts, should have never been made!"

He draws himself up higher and folds his arms across his chest, muscles rippling.

[Darklady2831]

Confronting the Sun
Aesric, Golgoth, Nirax, Qa'lunn, Seir

Golgoth rubbed his chin, then pointed at Nirax. "You'z, I like. I'll 'elp ya' if'n you'ze 'elp me. He then pointed to Qa'lunn and Seir. Dis git needs a smashin', and 'e looks too cowardly to fight me alone. So, you'z keep 'is friend busy, and I'z smash 'im. Den, I'z can 'elp ya with da sun." Golgoth stretched his muscles, readying himself for a fight.

[Prisoner]

Nirax chuckled. "Hmm... sounds like fun." Nirax turned on Seir, pointing the Icicle straight at him. "Let us do battle, then."

[OrganicEvil]

Qa'lunn was still fuming but he bowed his head when his kin appeared before him. "Ah, you came..." He smiled slightly (though it could not be seen) and he rose a hand to point towards the sun.

"My son, do you know why I created you?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued, speaking quickly and pacing on the earth. "You were created to keep balance in this world, to destroy what didn't need to exist. And this... This... This sun!" He growls and stomps. "It is unnatural! It must begone!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Aesric saw a hulking, bloated figure dressed in spiker armor. He recognized her: Ilnara, the goddess from the temple, except... Not Ilnara. Not Ilnara at all. The thought made his veins run with ice. He rounded on Qa'lunn, fury in his eyes.

"Balance?" he asked, his voice deadly calm. "You come here and you talk to me about balance?" He leaned back against his scythe, eyes hard. "When you cursed the Orks, that was about balance too, yes? About stopping the rampage, restoring the peace? Well, guess what, Qa'lunn? It didn't work! Ilnarahan was slaughtered for your 'balance.' Its goddess, twisted into a... a thing nearly beyond recognition, for your balance! You just love to talk about balance, but you just really do what you damn well like, and the true balance of the world has been damaged, perhaps beyond repair, by your actions! The only one who's really doing anything about the balance is me, and it's more like juggling than balancing, these days, and when I drop a ball, people die!"

Realizing he was shouting, Aesric took a step back and closed his eyes, restraining himself. When he spoke again, he was calmer. "I used to worship you, you know. In my mortal life. I don't think I ever knew before just how little you cared. Maybe I did. I don't know. But that's the truth of it. One way or another, we have to care. The mortals... I meet every single one of them, in the end, and do you know what? They're just like us. They can't make suns or mountains or species, but they're just like us. They're the tiny gods of their own minds and souls. And there are so many of them, all different, all unique... We owe it to them to care for them." He opened his eyes, and they were cool and hard as volcanic glass. "Maybe you should go and think on that a while."

[Prisoner]

Nirax turned on Aesric now, pointing to the sun. "That is not balance! That thing melted my island! You are not a balancing force!" As Nirax says this he constantly shifts his focus from Seir to Aesric, making sure neither sneak up on him.

[OrganicEvil]

Matters of Balance
Golgoth, Aesric, Nirax, Qa'lunn, and Seir

Aesric sighed. "That's exactly my point... Whatever your name is. Whenever something happens that you do not personally approve of, you older gods, you just scream something about balance and make that your excuse for changing things back. Balance is about compromise, and you never do; you just whine like spoiled children because the world doesn't just stay the same. Besides, if my estimates are correct, you should still find the polar regions quite agreeable, and perhaps some sort of agreement could be reached over the rest of this planet. But no. The thought never enters your head. When you see something disagreeable, all that occurs to you is that it must be destroyed."

[JackofBlades]

Seir looked back and forth with his eyes as the gods spat and bickered among himself. He was growing angry but he had a solution that might work. He agreed entirely with Aesric. "Enough!"Seir roared his voice booming and echoing far and wide. "Qa'lunn you want balance but you cursed the orks. Balance would be allowing them to destroy the life you have created. If were to engage in battle in here with these ones much would be lost and there would no balance. However, I am not very fond of that burning ball of chaos either. What say we make things even without perhaps destroying all that we have created. His shaded, rounded orange eyes moved to each god gauging their expressions from beneath his skull."Let's say this ball of fire was blocked out for some period of hours replaced by a smaller and less intense light for equal period of hours." Seir said his voice now calm again. He was awaiting a response, it was unlike the berserk god to suggest anything but violence but violence was not what was needed here.

[Ralasha]

Of Xenophobic Matters

Far off in the northwestern mountain chain....

Dwarven scouts spot a large militant mob marching through the mountain passes, which will invariably lead them directly past the entrance to the Dwarven Home.

Uncertain as to why what they consider to be the only other apparent intelligent life in existence should be marching on their home they quickly make their way back.

Preparations are made. Armor is donned. Legions Assemble.

Hot burning coals in pots are kept high above the pass. Ready to be flung down onto unsuspecting enemies, if they should prove to be hostile. The Dwarves, the majority, abandon their most recent excavation, sealing off the older tunnels behind them, while a few courageous and willing tunnelers remain, aside from some military force outside.

The tunnelers prepare to break a 'hot wall' which will flood the local tunnels leading outside with molten metal and stone from a volcanic vent.

The soldiers stand with guards outside the main entrance, the force hidden inside. Coal Throwers hide above on ledges and in cracks in the stone face.

All is ready in preparation. At least as ready as it shall be. Should these forces prove hostile they will attempt to lure the enemy inside. The gateway shall be collapsed, trapping all inside, and the tunnelers shall flood it with lava.

[Hatter]

Despite her immense size, Gorge managed to skillfully jump from mountain to mountain, cliff to cliff as she casually made her way through the mountain range that split the continent. Eventually she came to a pause high above the Dwarrow Freehold, hanging from a cliff right above the entrance to the great Dwarrow city. Her beady red eyes focused on the small and stocky creatures that moved about down below, carefully studying thir mannerisms and speech before casually changing her form into that of a slightly larger than average obese female Dwarrow while still maintaining the the appearance of her armor. She re-positioned herself some ways away before making her way towards the mountains.

Gorge casually walked up to the city walls, whip at her hip and raised a ridiculously bejeweled gauntlet up to the Dwarrow guards. "Hail, there!" She said in slightly broken Dwarrow. "I am Gorge, what is this place? Who are you people?"

[Darklady2831]

To Bargain With a Brute
Aesric, Golgoth, Nirax, Qa'lunn, and Seir

Golgoth rubbed his chin, looking thoughtful. He looked at Seir, then at Qa'lunn, and then at Aesric. "I'z guess dere's not gunna be a scrap, den." He scratched his forehead, still thinking. It might have taken longer, had he not already been in a good mood due to the removal of the curse on his Orks, but he finally reached an idea. "We'z make da wurld spin." He stated plainly. "Den as da sun goes 'round it, it'll be further or closer to one side. Dat side will be warmer dan de othuh, for about 'alf an 'ear. Den de othuh side will be warmer for 'alf an 'ear. But even when one side is warm, it still gits half da day as light, and 'alf da day as dark."

[Prisoner]

"Hmm... if the mortals get light, the darkness will... yes..." Nirax mutters to himself. "Fine. We leave the sun alone, but I want a place where ice will never melt."

[Eldamar]

A Warm Parting

“Insolent creature, isn’t it?” Mirmulnir ponders in his head, now left alone with his thoughts. “I have grown apathetic about the wider World while spending time with my Dwarrow, and there have been a great many changes.” The stout dwarrow then disappears, vanishing in plain sight.

Returning to the peak of the great mountain, he sheds all mortal forms to linger incorporeal. From this high seat, he stares out across the continent east to west and north to south. Creatures stir in the far distance southeast, smoke rises from the west, and his mountains are reshaped in the far northwest.


Coming of the Sun

Birthed and raised in the dark, the dwarrow were stunned by the appearance of the sun. The first dawn brought most dwarrow inside. The world became too bright, and their eyes too accustomed to the darkness. Henceforth the dwarrow are primarily nocturnal, preferring to spend the day indoors resting, night is when their cities come alive. Dwarrow craftsmen begin tinkering with gems and glass, forging tinted goggles to shade their eyes from the sunlight. Their clothing incorporates more hoods than before that come low to cover their upper faces. Their armor and painted or covered in cloth or fur to reduce glare.


Stranger at the Door

The city gate was a structure of shaped granite with solid iron doors. Far less impressive in size (two dwarrow wide) than the main gates located along the wall. The city was built at the base of the mountain, below a sheer cliff of rock. Any passage from the south would be through small winding cracks in the mountain side. A single guard stood atop the gatehouse, clad in a cuirass and armored skirt with grey-tinted goggles. Before the gate stood a slim, dull colored golem of iron twice as tall as a dwarrow man.

“Are you daft? What are you doing atop Mirgoroth?” He shouts. This woman was obviously not from the uncivilized tribes from beyond the mountains, she was far too fat and well-dressed to be a savage. The golem stirred to life as the guard watched her, opening the gate to let her pass. Some fat city dwarrow making a pilgrimage to the sacred mountain wasn’t unheard of.


The Freehold Expands

The Freehold and the Dwarrow-Folk thrived in their isolation, but the curiosity of the wider world pressed itself immediately after they settled. So when the first foreigner arrived at their border the Forum was swift in its decision to commission a group of cartographers and geologists from the cities houses of learning and natural philosophers to begin mapping the surrounding lands and territories.

A dozen (a dwarrow dozen is 14) expeditions of dwarrow wizards, rangers, soldiers, and mapmakers were formed and sent out in all directions beyond their fertile valley and protective mountains. One company of 28 individuals and their golems departed in six directions from Mirgoroth (northwest, north, northeast, southeast, south, southwest and one sent to investigate the expanse of tunnels and caverns recently opened up by the earthquakes recently.

Starting AP 1
Rollover: 4AP
Ending AP: 5

[Emperor Demonking]

KeheKe, Deity of Tyranny, Death, Magic and Travel

In the planar caverns, KeheKe met that hero of the Protectorate. They spoke of many things, the discussion between them was quite an honour not given to many. Try rants died without the personal notice of The Judge. During their speaking, the Tyrant's former second happened to mention Aesric as if he expected KeheKe to know, and indeed he didn't let on this was new information. But it was new information,information KeheKe could act upon.

[Hatter]

Stranger in the Freehold
Gorge


Gorge held her chin up high as she walked through the city gate, carefully examining her surroundings. She took in the aroma of forges hard at work and she found herself happy at the smell of hot steel being forged. She immediately walked towards the smell, deftly moving past the crowded streets of the Dwarrow Freehold in such a manner that was unbelieveable for a woman her size. passing an expedition as they headed towards the gate.

Finally, she arrived within the blacksmith's shop, looking at all of his wares with keen interest and taking note of the arcane forged weapons and armor that hung from the walls. She stepped up to his counter as he was adding the finishing touches to the shortsword he was working on.

"Greetings." She calmy stated to the blacksmith. "What lovely wares you have. I was wondering if by chance I could have.... That blade there." She pointed at an ornate yet fully functional longsword that hung from the western wall. "I've of need of it to make a proposition to the Forum."

[Eldamar]

Stranger in the Freehold
Gorge


Gorge held her chin up high as she walked through the city gate, carefully examining her surroundings. She took in the aroma of forges hard at work and she found herself happy at the smell of hot steel being forged. She immediately walked towards the smell, deftly moving past the crowded streets of the Dwarrow Freehold in such a manner that was unbelieveable for a woman her size. passing an expedition as they headed towards the gate.

Finally, she arrived within the blacksmith's shop, looking at all of his wares with keen interest and taking note of the arcane forged weapons and armor that hung from the walls. She stepped up to his counter as he was adding the finishing touches to the shortsword he was working on.

"Greetings." She calmy stated to the blacksmith. "What lovely wares you have. I was wondering if by chance I could have.... That blade there." She pointed at an ornate yet fully functional longsword that hung from the western wall. "I've of need of it to make a proposition to the Forum."

The middle-aged dwarrow looked up from his work, a grizzled face looking her over with an annoyed scowl. "I don't give anything away for free, woman. It's ten pounds of gold, but I'll take six pounds of silver. Unless you've got something else to trade."

[Hatter]

Stranger in the Freehold
Gorge

"Hmm.. Makes sense." Gorge said as she locked eyes with the Dwarrow. She grabbed hold of one of her bejweled rings and yanked it off her fat and stubby finger before dropping it on the counter with a clang. The ring was decorated with a massive and perfectly cut emerald that could have easily purchased the whole store if Gorge so desired.

"I believe that would be more than enough to cover the blade and give you a little more to play with.... Many changes are about to come my friend." Gorge grinned a wicked looking grin and held out her hand for the blade, almost as if she expected the Dwarrow to grovel when he brought it to her.... which she did, really.

[Eldamar]

Stranger in the Freehold
Gorge

"Hmm.. Makes sense." Gorge said as she locked eyes with the Dwarrow. She grabbed hold of one of her bejweled rings and yanked it off her fat and stubby finger before dropping it on the counter with a clang. The ring was decorated with a massive and perfectly cut emerald that could have easily purchased the whole store if Gorge so desired.

"I believe that would be more than enough to cover the blade and give you a little more to play with.... Many changes are about to come my friend." Gorge grinned a wicked looking grin and held out her hand for the blade, almost as if she expected the Dwarrow to grovel when he brought it to her.... which she did, really.

Staring at her unamused for a moment, the smith set the desired longsword upon the stone counter and went to fetch his magnifying lens. Whomever this plump woman was, she certainly wasn't from the city. They spend the next five minutes in awkward silence as he inspected the quality of the ring, and especially the emerald, to ensure it was worth any at all. She certainly overstated her estimates on its worth, however, but a fool is quickly parted with their money.

"The whole city is excited about the expeditions. I might just use this here ring to purchase some of that new territory once it's opened up for settlement." He smirks, wrapping the longsword into a leather sheath and handing it to the corpulent woman.

[Hatter]

Staring at her unamused for a moment, the smith set the desired longsword upon the stone counter and went to fetch his magnifying lens. Whomever this plump woman was, she certainly wasn't from the city. They spend the next five minutes in awkward silence as he inspected the quality of the ring, and especially the emerald, to ensure it was worth any at all. She certainly overstated her estimates on its worth, however, but a fool is quickly parted with their money.

"The whole city is excited about the expeditions. I might just use this here ring to purchase some of that new territory once it's opened up for settlement." He smirks, wrapping the longsword into a leather sheath and handing it to the corpulent woman.



Stranger Danger

Gorge
With the new blade in hand, she makes her way out of the smithy and out into the crowded city once again before making her way straight to the Dwarrow Forum.

She walked up to the Forum's doors and inspected the building while glancing between the guards before walking up to them and stating. "I am here to see the Forum, a business arrangement of sorts" She smiled sweetly at the guards, as sweet as she could at least.. maybe even more so considering the amount of Charm Magic poured into that smile. "Trust me, I'm sure they are dying to hear what I have to say. Would you be so kind as to escort me to them?" with that, she waited for the guard's response.

[Ralasha]

Of Dwarves and Dwarrow and Dark Places

The Dwarves begin to relax again, reopening and repairing the tunnels, returning resources to their proper places. Among them is Arathir, helping to place large and ornate Silver and Black Onyx doors on the newly squared entrance as the Dwarrow explorers catch the glint of silver and black volcanic glass from atop the opposite ridge.

Fortifications begin being constructed outside of the great gates.

Meanwhile, deeper in the newer tunnels, another opening is made in their search for more metals and kinds of stone, this time into the Underdark, AKA: The Great Below.

[Eldamar]

Stranger Danger

Gorge
With the new blade in hand, she makes her way out of the smithy and out into the crowded city once again before making her way straight to the Dwarrow Forum.

She walked up to the Forum's doors and inspected the building while glancing between the guards before walking up to them and stating. "I am here to see the Forum, a business arrangement of sorts" She smiled sweetly at the guards, as sweet as she could at least.. maybe even more so considering the amount of Charm Magic poured into that smile. "Trust me, I'm sure they are dying to hear what I have to say. Would you be so kind as to escort me to them?" with that, she waited for the guard's response.

The first guard, indistinguishable from his partner save for the color and shape of his beard poking out from beneath his helmet, lowers his spear as a golem steps forward from a hidden alcove. "The Forum is seeing its last supplicant for the day as we speak." He mutters, lingering his gaze on the portly woman for a moment before his partner chips in. "Check with the Registrar for the earliest audience. If you're lucky, you'll be heard within a few weeks. Go down this corridor towards the main entrance. The court is marked." This second dwarf had a bright yellow beard, and a smile like some dumb fool.




Of Dwarves and Dwarrow and Dark Places

The Dwarves begin to relax again, reopening and repairing the tunnels, returning resources to their proper places. Among them is Arathir, helping to place large and ornate Silver and Black Onyx doors on the newly squared entrance as the Dwarrow explorers catch the glint of silver and black volcanic glass from atop the opposite ridge.

Fortifications begin being constructed outside of the great gates.

Meanwhile, deeper in the newer tunnels, another opening is made in their search for more metals and kinds of stone, this time into the Underdark, AKA: The Great Below.

The expedition would have been heard before it was seen, and seen before it could see anyone else. Twenty foot golems made of stone with harnessed platforms across their shoulders carried the dwarrow explorers and supplies while dwarrow rangers rode atop four legged golems shaped like wolves. Many smaller golems of various sizes and materials marched along with soldiers on foot around them.

Being Dwarrow they weren't particularly comfortable in the sunlight, so by happen circumstance do they see the glint of the setting sun as they had just began their day (or night's) march on the doors of silver and obsidian. Their curiosity getting the better of them, they investigate. Though, if it can be seen, a small group of soldiers and a mounted ranger break off from the group and turn around.

"HEYLOOW!" One of the leaders shouts, a silver-bearded dwarrow with deep purple and black robes standing atop the forefront golem transport.

[Hatter]

Stranger Danger
Gorge

Gorge let out a small sigh of irritation before speaking "You lot and your...rituals and requirements...." the goddess in Dwarrow for cleared her throat a little bit before enforcing her divine will upon the guards. "I will see the Forum. Now. Be good little boys and lead me to them. Quickly now."

The goddess stepped forward, weaving a mixture of her divine will and charm magic down upon the minds of the Forum guards, fully expecting them to open the door and lead the way.

[Eldamar]

Stranger Danger
Gorge

Gorge let out a small sigh of irritation before speaking "You lot and your...rituals and requirements...." the goddess in Dwarrow for cleared her throat a little bit before enforcing her divine will upon the guards. "I will see the Forum. Now. Be good little boys and lead me to them. Quickly now."

The goddess stepped forward, weaving a mixture of her divine will and charm magic down upon the minds of the Forum guards, fully expecting them to open the door and lead the way.

The guards seem to lose any choice in the matter, both sporting grins ear-to-ear as their golems shove open the heavy steel doors to the Forum Chamber. The Forum is a great amphitheater of marble and with hundreds of well-dressed dwarrow senators sitting in tiered rows atop stuffed cushions and piles of scrolls and tomes around their feet. Golems barely a foot tall run back and forth carrying notes, scrolls, books, ink, cups of drink, and platters of food. Guards are stationed along every entrance.

A similarly plump dwarrow woman was in the middle of making a proposal when the doors burst open. The crowd of heads turns towards the disturbance as guards start to make their way to intercept the interloper.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Someone shouts.

[Ralasha]

First Contact

The expedition would have been heard before it was seen, and seen before it could see anyone else. Twenty foot golems made of stone with harnessed platforms across their shoulders carried the dwarrow explorers and supplies while dwarrow rangers rode atop four legged golems shaped like wolves. Many smaller golems of various sizes and materials marched along with soldiers on foot around them.

Being Dwarrow they weren't particularly comfortable in the sunlight, so by happen circumstance do they see the glint of the setting sun as they had just began their day (or night's) march on the doors of silver and obsidian. Their curiosity getting the better of them, they investigate. Though, if it can be seen, a small group of soldiers and a mounted ranger break off from the group and turn around.

"HEYLOOW!" One of the leaders shouts, a silver-bearded dwarrow with deep purple and black robes standing atop the forefront golem transport.

Arathir turns slowly as another Dwarf comes to take her load, then immediately requires assistance from yet others. She wipes her face with a rag, and grasps a bucket of water, which she quickly downs. Currently she stands half again as tall as a Mountain Dwarf. There are none that could be described as portly here, nor any with any excess weight, all are healthy, but other than what bodyfat is needed there can be found no extra.

She walk towards the interlopers with long ground eating strides. "Halt! Who comes into my lands?"

[Hatter]

Breaking and Entering

Gorge and the Forum




"Shhhh.." The godess whispered, directing her eyes towards the guards, weaving her power against their minds "Calm yourselves... I'm no harm to you, little boys"

She then directed her gaze towards the various senators as she walked to the center of Forum Chamber.

"I am Gorge and the meaning of this is to bring you glorious news!" She shouted out in a loud but not-earth-shattering voice. "I have seen the suffering of your people under the bright and terrible shining ball of fire in the sky that you lot have come to know as the Sun! I wish to offer my assistance!"

"I bring you gifts!" She shouted before waving her hand and conjuring up 7 immensely large chest full of priceless jewels of various kinds, some known by the Dwarrow, some never before seen. She then produced the longsword she purchased before stabbing it into the marble floor as if it were made of hot butter instead of marble.

"A sword with a blessing that allows it to cut through ANYTHING! Jewels of all kinds from a place hidden from the tortures of the villainous Sun! I will take you to this place! I will guide you to a chamber large enough to hold ten of your cities! A place where the stone BLEEDS PRICELESS GEMS! I will gift you with it's location, though not but 15 leagues from where you sit, will eternally remain a mystery without my assistance..... All I ask... is a simple trade. One that will benefit both you and I." Gorge placed her hands upon her bloated hips as she started at the members of the Forum, expecting an answer.


1ap: blessing - blesses the purchased longsword with a magical sharpness.

[Emperor Demonking]

Protectorate and Freehold

How, the Freehold had changed was somewhat known to the Dwarrow of the Protectorate due to the actions of the Freehold. Thus when the Cartographer's came down to see the world, the nearest Tyrant to where they came down decided to greet them before they came to close to the internals of the nation.

Tyrant Pardoon, his second Plarnay and a third Necromancer rode to greet the Freeholders on the back of the largest skeletons known, constantly animated with necromantic energy. Behind them were four arcane mages. Whether they looked it, they were ready for a fight. "Has danger struck our democratic brothers?"

Some chuckles were heard at the term 'democratic'.

[Eldamar]

First Contact
Dwarrow Expedition and Arathir

“Can our own kin be so ignorant? We are from the Freehold, the First and Greatest Civilization in the World! Have your elders not told the tale of our creation from the very metal and rock of Mirgoroth in ages past and the First Great Forum that brought our race together?” The cartographer shouts back. These dwarrow were certainly different, but he presumed it was a result of their primitive ways and long years in the wilds.


Breaking and Entering
The Freehold Forum Chamber

The Senators didn’t move from their seats, and the guards were rendered passive, and even the golems stopped what they were doing. The impressive amounts of treasure and enchanted blade rendered mild curiosity from most, but their attention was on this interloper and her motives.

“You barge in here, enthrall our citizens, and presume to know what ills face dwarrow kind?” One of the younger woman senators dressed in white shouts.

Another senator, an older man with a dark red beard streaked with silver, “You’ve shown yourself to be a deceiver and manipulator of wills! Why should we believe a word you speak? This salvation might lead to our bondage! For what? A mild nuisance that forces us to sleep?”

A few others manage the force of will to approach the chests of overflowing treasure with glass lens to inspect the gemstones, mostly those in charge of the treasury and backgrounds in gemcraft. “These appear to be genuine, at least the ones I can recognize.” A black haired woman shouts back towards the crowd.

“But what does she want in return?” A calm voice from behind Gorge asks. A middle-aged dwarrow man with black hair and violet eyes stares at her.


Golem vs. Skeleton Round One

Dwarrow Expedition and the Tyrant

“Far from it.” The lead cartographer answers, a forced smile on his lips. Some of his companions were less capable of hiding their contempt for these savages’ commentary. “The Freehold is overflowing with riches, knowledge, and culture. We wish to explore the wider world and see who else is out there.”

[Hatter]

Breaking and Entering

The Freehold Chamber
Gorge and Mirmulnir


Gorge turns and her eyes widen at the sight of the middle-aged Dwarrow, she regains her composure and offers him a smile. "Something relatively simple."

"I took note of how massive your city is!" She turned back around to the Dwarrow senators.

"I desire one thing!" The goddess held up a single passionate digit.

"This city in all it's glory has a darker side! Your criminals! Not all are upstanding citizens! Yes! Some make simple mistakes and can be corrected but those are not the ones I speak of! I speak of your worst criminals! Those who are beyond redemption! Those who serve no purpose but to destroy civilization and feed their own greedy bellies! I want them!" She put on a strongly convicted face.

"I want the worst you have to offer and I will remove them so that you may grow in peace! I will take them so that they may serve a greater purpose and they will never return to your fold. You will never have to worry about the murderers, the back biters and the traitors ever again. Bind them in chains so that I might take custody and I shall lead you to a new future away from the Sunlight!" She shouted up at the gathering of senators as before stepping around the treasure and waved a hand over the jewels.

"A place where these are abundant, a million times over."

[Eldamar]

"Slavery is banned throughout the Freehold and stands against the founding principles of all Dwarrow." The violet-eyed dwarrow speaks up again. "We exile our most irredeemable criminals to the hinterlands beyond. We don't hate the Sun, but find it a nuisance. Sacrificing our lowliest to abandon everything we've built and achieved for some sheltered existence beneath the world is hardly a tempting offer."

The majority of the senators seem to agree with him, and even more appear hesitant to endorse this deal out of doubt over this strange woman. By now, senators are congregating into smaller groups to whispers quietly amongst themselves and golems are returning to their business of courier, some evens slipping out of the chamber.

[Emperor Demonking]

Protectorate and Freehold

"Yes, it looked to is that you still lead an insulated life. The Protectorate was besieged by a great army of huge warriors, and we defeated them with nearly no casualties using only the tools of loyalty, discipline and autonomy." Speaks the Tyrant, and then hoping genuinely for some agreement. "May danger always befalls the rib cages of the Protectorate rather than the heart of the Freehold."

[Hatter]

"Slavery is banned throughout the Freehold and stands against the founding principles of all Dwarrow." The violet-eyed dwarrow speaks up again. "We exile our most irredeemable criminals to the hinterlands beyond. We don't hate the Sun, but find it a nuisance. Sacrificing our lowliest to abandon everything we've built and achieved for some sheltered existence beneath the world is hardly a tempting offer."

The majority of the senators seem to agree with him, and even more appear hesitant to endorse this deal out of doubt over this strange woman. By now, senators are congregating into smaller groups to whispers quietly amongst themselves and golems are returning to their business of courier, some evens slipping out of the chamber.


Breaking and Entering
The Freehold Chamber
Gorge and Mirmulnir

"It is not, slavery. They will be offered the chance to become something more than criminals that thrive on fear and take up your resources. In either case, they would not be in the Freehold. Your laws would not apply." Gorge stated simply.

She glanced at the purple eyed Dwarrow with a smile on her face."Of course, if you are so adamantly against giving them to me. Perhaps you would consider providing me with the secret of your arcane crafting. Im here to help."

[Ralasha]

First Contact
Dwarrow Expedition and Arathir

“Can our own kin be so ignorant? We are from the Freehold, the First and Greatest Civilization in the World! Have your elders not told the tale of our creation from the very metal and rock of Mirgoroth in ages past and the First Great Forum that brought our race together?” The cartographer shouts back. These dwarrow were certainly different, but he presumed it was a result of their primitive ways and long years in the wilds.

"I haven't any Elders. I am Arathir." She walks up, face to face with the man sitting astride the golem. Her size increases as she strides up until she is looking him at eye level. "These people are of my making. Who are you little one, that so resembles me, the Goddess of the Forge?"

[Eldamar]

Protectorate and Freehold

"Yes, it looked to is that you still lead an insulated life. The Protectorate was besieged by a great army of huge warriors, and we defeated them with nearly no casualties using only the tools of loyalty, discipline and autonomy." Speaks the Tyrant, and then hoping genuinely for some agreement. "May danger always befalls the rib cages of the Protectorate rather than the heart of the Freehold."

Some of the warriors in the group make snide remarks about the battle-worthiness of these necromancers beneath their breath, eliciting a chuckle from his comrades. Another corrects the tyrant, "More like the ass." But the chief cartographer only cracks his jaw and continues smiling. "As I stated, we're here to map the lands and begin contact with whom we find, to better foster trade and friendships to any who wish it. Do you wish the friendship of the Freehold or not? Else, we'll continue on our way."





Breaking and Entering
The Freehold Chamber
Gorge and Mirmulnir

"It is not, slavery. They will be offered the chance to become something more than criminals that thrive on fear and take up your resources. In either case, they would not be in the Freehold. Your laws would not apply." Gorge stated simply.

She glanced at the purple eyed Dwarrow with a smile on her face."Of course, if you are so adamantly against giving them to me. Perhaps you would consider providing me with the secret of your arcane crafting. Im here to help."

"Why should we give you anything? We have treasure. We have land. You've violated our Forum and offered trinkets. Tell us what you truly want, and what your real motive is. We'll have no more games here. He states. By now, the other entrances are opening as more guards and battle wizards start pouring in with war golems in tow. A wave of this middle-aged dwarrow's hand pulls the guards from her charms.


"I haven't any Elders. I am Arathir." She walks up, face to face with the man sitting astride the golem. Her size increases as she strides up until she is looking him at eye level. "These people are of my making. Who are you little one, that so resembles me, the Goddess of the Forge?"

"We are Dwarrow, madam. And you look like us. We're the first and greatest civilization in the world. Born from the greatest mountain in the world, Mirgoroth. Our magnificent city lies at the base." He raises the arm of his golem, pointing away southeast where the mountain is barely seen above the curvature of the earth. "We're here to explore the wider lands and contact those within them, if any dwell there at all."

[Emperor Demonking]

Freehold and the Protectorate

The Tyrant begins to turn his skeleton around, and the two other Necromancers follow suit. "I do not think it would be sensible to begin a trading relationship with the Freehold. For you mapping endeavours, I wish you good luck. Not that the wishing is necessary. If you weren't so pampered with fortune, you would not have made it this far."

The Protectorate delegation left the meeting, their pace as fast as the mountless Dwarrow could briskly march.

[Hatter]

"Well, if you so insist. I intend on bringing forth a new race, one blessed with the intelligence and wisdom of the Dwarrow coupled with the strength and endurance of the Orks that destroyed my home and slaughtered my children. A race that would survive and even thrive in this world.... I wished to do so -without- resorting to forcibly removing Dwarrow and still desire for a peaceful solution. Truly, that is all I wish." She stated as a matter of fact after carefully pondering her words.

"I just want a family again."

[Eldamar]

"Well, if you so insist. I intend on bringing forth a new race, one blessed with the intelligence and wisdom of the Dwarrow coupled with the strength and endurance of the Orks that destroyed my home and slaughtered my children. A race that would survive and even thrive in this world.... I wished to do so -without- resorting to forcibly removing Dwarrow and still desire for a peaceful solution. Truly, that is all I wish." She stated as a matter of fact after carefully pondering her words.

"I just want a family again."

"Perhaps instead of barging into our Forum, casting spells against our citizens, and attempting to bribe the elected governors of this Freehold into selling their kin to your services... You could have simply asked men and women if they would desire such an existence? Let them go, if they choose it willingly. Others have left and no actions were taken against them." Mirmulnir shrugs as he walks around the forum floor, looking out at the silenced dwarrow men and women as the option was weighed in their minds and Gorge's. "Or better yet, why need you to change them? Instead of tricking us, why not befriend us openly and honestly. We have no quarrel with you, and we're intent on exploring these new caverns."

"Beneath my mountains." Mirmulnir's voice speaks up again, but it's quite clear only Gorge can hear it. "I've had an insolent whelp claiming to be my son round some of them up and make himself King. I won't let them be ruled over by another slave master."

[Hatter]

"Perhaps instead of barging into our Forum, casting spells against our citizens, and attempting to bribe the elected governors of this Freehold into selling their kin to your services... You could have simply asked men and women if they would desire such an existence? Let them go, if they choose it willingly. Others have left and no actions were taken against them." Mirmulnir shrugs as he walks around the forum floor, looking out at the silenced dwarrow men and women as the option was weighed in their minds and Gorge's. "Or better yet, why need you to change them? Instead of tricking us, why not befriend us openly and honestly. We have no quarrel with you, and we're intent on exploring these new caverns."

"Beneath my mountains." Mirmulnir's voice speaks up again, but it's quite clear only Gorge can hear it. "I've had an insolent whelp claiming to be my son round some of them up and make himself King. I won't let them be ruled over by another slave master."


Oaths and Alliances?

The Forum
Gorgee and Mirmulnir

"You have a point" Gorge let out a sigh. "I admit, I was eager, a little too much even. I went out of my way to violate one thing I hold dear... Law.... Very well..... I would take both offers if you would have it." She straightened herself up and stared at the senators and Mirmulnir.

"Apologies" She said as she waved a hand to release the guards from her hold. For a moment they were dazed and confused but it did not take long for them to regain their composure.

"I ask you for two things. I would asked that any whom wish an existence as a new race of beings to come forward and join me at the City's mountain gate upon our return from the Great Below. Secondly, I offer myself and the civilization to wake as allies to the Dwarrow and the Mountain. Should my new civilization come to fruit, not only will they not attack you and yours, they will also defend you in times of need. Should they come across you in the vast maze that is the Great Below, they will render aid and guide you home. I will guide you to the Great Below, up to the cavern I mentioned before." She addressed the crowd.

"I will return to your city along with at least one of your kind that travels with me. I will teach your kind Charm Magic should you vote to accept it. I will take whatever Dwarrow wish to join me and the secret of Arcane Smithing should you vote to accept this offer. This I swear on my very blood." Gorge said as she turned to face Mirmulnir and jerked a sharp and jagged dagger from her belt and stabbed it through her hand.

She let it drop onto the marble floor with an audible clang, her divine blood freely pouring upon the marble. She stared at Mirmulnir, refusing to remove her eyes from his and she whispered just loud enough for him to hear. "I hope you realize them import of what I have just done, O' power I've felt since the beginning of my existence."

[Ralasha]

First Contact

"We are Dwarrow, madam. And you look like us. We're the first and greatest civilization in the world. Born from the greatest mountain in the world, Mirgoroth. Our magnificent city lies at the base." He raises the arm of his golem, pointing away southeast where the mountain is barely seen above the curvature of the earth. "We're here to explore the wider lands and contact those within them, if any dwell there at all."

Arathir turns and heads back to finish afixing the huge metal and stone doors. "Do me a tiny little favor, yes? Stop being arrogant if you wish to speak with me, or have your people send someone with a little more class, wisdom, or common sense than to talk down to a God."

[OrganicEvil]

"Hmm... if the mortals get light, the darkness will... yes..." Nirax mutters to himself. "Fine. We leave the sun alone, but I want a place where ice will never melt."

"If I modeled this eventuality correctly," Aesric said, "you should already have two at this world's poles."

[Eldamar]

First Contact

Arathir turns and heads back to finish afixing the huge metal and stone doors. "Do me a tiny little favor, yes? Stop being arrogant if you wish to speak with me, or have your people send someone with a little more class, wisdom, or common sense than to talk down to a God."

"A god? Foreigners have told us about their god-kings before, but in the Freehold there are no gods, no kings, only dwarrow. We've come seeking and offering only friendship. If you wish to rebuke us out of your arrogance, so be it. We'll continue our expedition." The chief cartographer snaps back at her, and raises his arms to signal for the others to presume their night's course.

[Ralasha]

"A god? Foreigners have told us about their god-kings before, but in the Freehold there are no gods, no kings, only dwarrow. We've come seeking and offering only friendship. If you wish to rebuke us out of your arrogance, so be it. We'll continue our expedition." The chief cartographer snaps back at her, and raises his arms to signal for the others to presume their night's course.

Arathir turns to face them, and waves her hand, reducing their constructs to dust. "I'm sorry, did you say you are 'dust'? Would you like to see my next trick? Perhaps I should make your entire race blind. Or feathered... Hmm... Mud perhaps..."

(Note: just the constructs with them at the moment.)

[Darklady2831]

A Sunny Settlement

Golgoth nodded to Aesric, then turned to the horde of Orks behind him. "Ya 'ear dat ya lot? Night 'n' day, dark 'n' light. So long as you'ze believe dat, it's gonna be true." He grinned, furthering the world's need for Orks to stay as they were. He turned to stare at the sun, glaring at it. Soon, the sun appeared to move down, setting. The first night had begun on the new continent, and the world had begun to turn. Nodding, Golgoth looked at the other gods, then turned to leave. "Don' mess wiff me Orks again, or I'z gonna smash everything ya' love."

4 AP - 1 AP = 3 AP
1 AP - Alter Land: The world turns, causing night and day by facing the sun at different times. It takes exactly twenty-four hours for the world to make one complete revolution, and three hundred-sixty days for the sun to complete one orbit around the world. Just as the sun is dependant on Orkish belief, so too is the rotation of the world.


Golgoth's Rampage

With his business concluded, Golgoth left the other gods and led his horde east, into the northern portion of the continent. The Dwarrow Heartlands lay ahead, and within days the Orks and Golgoth began to raid and slaughter small isolated outposts. The Dwarrow there, supported by Golems and magically forged steel, were a much tougher foe than any Golgoth's horde had faced before. Dozens fell in the first assault, and soon the numbers of his force had dwindled from three hundred to only one hundred. Still, Golgoth was unphased. He knew that within a season, thousands of Grots would spring up from the blood of the fallen, and his Horde would crash upon the Freehold's defenses as a green tide of death. He could wait, for the outlying garrisons and villages put up more than a good enough fight to satisfy his bloodlust for the time being.

3 AP - 3 AP = 0 AP
3 AP - Gain Domain: Destruction (Orks)

4 AP - Create Magical Life: Orks
2 AP - Create Land: The Sun (Ball of Destruction powered by Orks)
1 AP - Create Day/Night Cycle powered by Orks

[Eldamar]

Oaths and Alliances?

The Forum
Gorgee and Mirmulnir

"You have a point" Gorge let out a sigh. "I admit, I was eager, a little too much even. I went out of my way to violate one thing I hold dear... Law.... Very well..... I would take both offers if you would have it." She straightened herself up and stared at the senators and Mirmulnir.

"Apologies" She said as she waved a hand to release the guards from her hold. For a moment they were dazed and confused but it did not take long for them to regain their composure.

"I ask you for two things. I would asked that any whom wish an existence as a new race of beings to come forward and join me at the City's mountain gate upon our return from the Great Below. Secondly, I offer myself and the civilization to wake as allies to the Dwarrow and the Mountain. Should my new civilization come to fruit, not only will they not attack you and yours, they will also defend you in times of need. Should they come across you in the vast maze that is the Great Below, they will render aid and guide you home. I will guide you to the Great Below, up to the cavern I mentioned before." She addressed the crowd.

"I will return to your city along with at least one of your kind that travels with me. I will teach your kind Charm Magic should you vote to accept it. I will take whatever Dwarrow wish to join me and the secret of Arcane Smithing should you vote to accept this offer. This I swear on my very blood." Gorge said as she turned to face Mirmulnir and jerked a sharp and jagged dagger from her belt and stabbed it through her hand.

She let it drop onto the marble floor with an audible clang, her divine blood freely pouring upon the marble. She stared at Mirmulnir, refusing to remove her eyes from his and she whispered just loud enough for him to hear. "I hope you realize them import of what I have just done, O' power I've felt since the beginning of my existence."

Mirmulnir raises an open hand, gesturing for Gorge to leave the Forum with a gentle nod. "Depart, and let the Forum put it to a vote. I'll bring you their decision at the city gate you first entered."


Arathir turns to face them, and waves her hand, reducing their constructs to dust. "I'm sorry, did you say you are 'dust'? Would you like to see my next trick? Perhaps I should make your entire race blind. Or feathered... Hmm... Mud perhaps..."

(Note: just the constructs with them at the moment.)

Dwarrow society was constructed with and around their golems. These constructs of magic and stone were the work horse of their civilization. With the behemoths and their lesser kin crumbling to dust, all of the expeditions supplies and equipment comes crashing down to the ground. The platforms built atop the largest, with all of the dwarrow on top, comes falling as well. Only the soldiers, rangers, and what fortunate fellows who were on the ground or near it was unhurt, but the chief cartographer and many of the expedition's learned men and commanders were strewn amongst the rubble and cargo. One dead from a broken neck, and many others injured.

Those unhurt rushed to the other's aid as soldiers turn their arcane weapons upon the "God", and a wizard who escaped the crash with just a torn robe had her hands light up with a blue-purple glow. "The feck is wrong with you?!" The chief cartographer shouts, clutching a bloody arm to his chest as an assistance pulls him up.

[Hatter]

Waiting for an Answer
Gorge and Mirmulnir

"I will do so." The goddess said, offering a surprisingly nimble bow before the God of Magic and departed from the Forum's chamber, the wound on her hand rapidly healing as she left through the door. She pushed her way past the throng of Dwarrow that had clustered around the Forum's gate, their curiosities directed at what could possibly be happening inside.

She continued to push her way through crowds and when she walked past the gate she entered through, she went out approximately 20 ft before turning back around to face the city. She spread her feet out a shoulder width apart and clasped her heavily bejeweled hands in front of her, maintaining a heavily military bearing as she awaited the Forum's response.

"Well, Old One... I'll play by your rules. I'll wait...patiently."

[Ralasha]

Mirmulnir raises an open hand, gesturing for Gorge to leave the Forum with a gentle nod. "Depart, and let the Forum put it to a vote. I'll bring you their decision at the city gate you first entered."



Dwarrow society was constructed with and around their golems. These constructs of magic and stone were the work horse of their civilization. With the behemoths and their lesser kin crumbling to dust, all of the expeditions supplies and equipment comes crashing down to the ground. The platforms built atop the largest, with all of the dwarrow on top, comes falling as well. Only the soldiers, rangers, and what fortunate fellows who were on the ground or near it was unhurt, but the chief cartographer and many of the expedition's learned men and commanders were strewn amongst the rubble and cargo. One dead from a broken neck, and many others injured.

Those unhurt rushed to the other's aid as soldiers turn their arcane weapons upon the "God", and a wizard who escaped the crash with just a torn robe had her hands light up with a blue-purple glow. "The feck is wrong with you?!" The chief cartographer shouts, clutching a bloody arm to his chest as an assistance pulls him up.

"Put away your little toys, they'll be of no use to you against me." Arathir sighs, "Fragile little things, aren't you?" She waves a hand, separating the rubble from the bodies of the injured and dead, into organized piles once again. "Lack of physical exercise perhaps. Horrible physical condition." She picks up one of the corpses and looks it over. "Similar enough to my own creations." She carefully grips and squeezes the body in it's damaged areas, repairing the damage done to the lifeless husk, then brings it's mouth to hers and breaths into it, restoring life. She casually tosses the revived Dwarrow aside and moves on to the next of their dead. "You should be more polite when speaking to your betters. Really." She picks up the next corpse, and does the same. Then the next, the next, the next. And finally moves on to the injured... merely poking their injuries with a finger, and restoring their former health, undamaged and unharmed. "As I told you, I am a God. Do you not know what a God is?"

(Note she is their size again, and just 'tossing' them far enough to not be under foot.

[Eldamar]

Waiting for an Answer
Gorge and Mirmulnir

"I will do so." The goddess said, offering a surprisingly nimble bow before the God of Magic and departed from the Forum's chamber, the would on her hand rapidly healing as she left through the door. She pushed her way past the throng of Dwarrow that had clustered around the Forum's gate, their curiosities directed at what could possibly be happening inside.

She continued to push her way through crowds and when she walked past the gate she entered through, she went out approximately 20 ft before turning back around to face the city. She spread her feet out a shoulder width apart and clasped her heavily bejeweled hands in front of her, maintaining a heavily military bearing as she await the Forum's response.

"Well, Old One... I'll play by your rules. I'll wait...patiently."

The sun was cresting above the eastern mountain peaks when Mirmulnir emerged from the rocks behind her, still as that middle-aged dwarrow man with dark hair and purple eyes. A long night of debate and discussion amongst the senators spurred by Mirmulnir had just cast its first and only vote. "Any dwarrow who so chooses your gift may, but they revoke their citizenship if they do. A tentative agreement to a non-aggression pact with whatever your intend to build down there in exchange for open access and dominion to whatever passages, caverns, and resources located beneath the Freehold's current surface territory."



"Put away your little toys, they'll be of no use to you against me." Arathir sighs, "Fragile little things, aren't you?" She waves a hand, separating the rubble from the bodies of the injured and dead, into organized piles once again. "Lack of physical exercise perhaps. Horrible physical condition." She picks up one of the corpses and looks it over. "Similar enough to my own creations." She carefully grips and squeezes the body in it's damaged areas, repairing the damage done to the lifeless husk, then brings it's mouth to hers and breaths into it, restoring life. She casually tosses the revived Dwarrow aside and moves on to the next of their dead. "You should be more polite when speaking to your betters. Really." She picks up the next corpse, and does the same. Then the next, the next, the next. And finally moves on to the injured... merely poking their injuries with a finger, and restoring their former health, undamaged and unharmed. "As I told you, I am a God. Do you not know what a God is?"

(Note she is their size again, and just 'tossing' them far enough to not be under foot.

"No. And we don't want to. You are a monster." The Chief Cartographer mutters, his colleagues still pointing their weapons and spells at this God as they begin to form a better defensive position. When enough supplies is gathered by the unarmed, the group starts to retreat backwards. Their curses would wait, especially for the humiliating, and psychopathic, lesson she taught them. They'd try to make it the treeline of the mushroom forest further down the hill before breaking into a hard jog and regroup to rebuild their golems.

[Hatter]

Set in Stone
Gorge and Mirmulnir

"Only what is below the Freehold territory? So be it." Gorge offered a hand to Mirmulnir with a smile "A non-aggression pact, agreed. Very well. When do we leave??"

[Ralasha]

Hubris of Gods

"No. And we don't want to. You are a monster." The Chief Cartographer mutters, his colleagues still pointing their weapons and spells at this God as they begin to form a better defensive position. When enough supplies is gathered by the unarmed, the group starts to retreat backwards. Their curses would wait, especially for the humiliating, and psychopathic, lesson she taught them. They'd try to make it the treeline of the mushroom forest further down the hill before breaking into a hard jog and regroup to rebuild their golems.

"Honestly, I didn't expect you to be so fragile. Those I made would not have been so easily injured, and you do look so very similar. At least I returned your fallen to you." She shrugs. "If I were a monster, I would have just killed all of you. No more difficult for me than breathing really. And if you had any sense at all, you would think of that." She waves her hand again, and their Golems reform. "There you are." She waves them off as though they weren't leaving already, though these golems are made of metal rather than stone. She solemnly speak her final words, "I apologize for having injured you. It was entirely unintentional. I will just have to be more careful with lesser races."

With that, assuming they continue their retreat, she turns back to finishing the construction. If the Golems are collected they are collected, if not they shall stand there until collected. Their dead were returned, and their injured healed... 'What kind of monster would do that?' She can only assume they know some very friendly ones.

[Prisoner]

As the sun set, Nirax seemed to calm down a little bit. After watching the sun disappear completely, he turned back to Golgoth. "Excellent. Now, have you reconsidered my offer?"

[Emperor Demonking]

KeheKe, Deity of Death, Tyranny, Magic and Travel trying to meet Aesric

KeheKe returned to the Material Plane. His appearance was at some unpopulated area in the far west of the great continent. He looked around the world and stroked the grey mushrooms that he had appeared within. He wondered how to meet the soul-greeter. He considered just murdering a tall barked creatures. It wasn't a serious suggestion it just made him chuckle. He tried this, "Aesric. Many times ago at the time of the First a Great Forum, Dwarrow were slaughtered by a green Deity. Where be there souls?"

[OrganicEvil]

A Light in the Darkness
Aesric and Karitha

With a sigh, Aesric stepped away from the meeting beneath the evening sky. His work there was done for the moment, though he felt weary to his very bones. Disaster had been narrowly averted once again, but he had to wonder how much longer he could keep this up. With Ilnara... gone, and Amoros who-knows-where, all of the others were simply scrambling to defend their own interests, if not to actively expand their dominion. He needed help. Reaching out, Aesric grabbed hold of one of the day's last bright sunbeams and tore it from the sky; it felt like warm silk in his hand. Energy flowed through him as he made a Road, the ground in front of him taking on the appearance of shining silver bricks. His every step carried him across miles and universes. Step. He was on a tall mountain peak, looking down upon the Freehold below. There seemed to be some excitement near one of the gates. Step. He was beneath the sea. A little fish nibbled at his arm. He ignored it. Step. He was in Farra, with pine needles crunching under his feet and a wolf howling somewhere in the distance. Step. He was nowhere at all. Aesric stood alone in the void beyond the edges of the universe. At least, he hoped he stood alone; there were, he knew, things in the void to turn even a god's knees to jelly. Still, the isolation and blackness suited his mood. He held up the sunbeam he carried for inspection. In the darkness of the void, it seemed to shine even brighter, a new sun entirely on its own. Aesric left the sunbeam hanging in the air and began rummaging through his the coin purse he carried at his belt. After a moment, he pulled out a small, shining object and rested it neatly in the palm of his hand. It was the soul of an anthieri woman, one of the ones who had died at Ilnarahan, and if her life had been unremarkable, it had been well-lived. She was exactly what he needed. With deft motions, Aesric wove the sunbeam through the mortal soul, reinforcing it, making it into something more. Thus was born Karitha, the Angel Queen.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

A Light in the Darkness.
Aesric and Karitha

"From light, hope" these words resounded as the soul was infused with a divine spark. The light then enveloped the visible parts of the soul. Wings of light formed, 6 in total, before a flash of light lit up the void. "From hope, strength." were the next set of words which came as the flash of light died down. From the center of the flash, a woman with 6 feathered wings and beauty matched or surpassed only be a few hovered, wings giving a gentle, soothing breeze as they beat. "Hello, I am Karitha." she extended her hand, a warm, cheerful smile typical of an optimist on her face.

[OrganicEvil]

A Light in the Darkness
Aesric and Karitha

Aesric shook the winged woman's hand politely. "I'm Aesric. Nice to meet you." He smiled. "I'm afraid there's no time to talk now--I've been called to meet with another god in the mortal world--but I'd appreciate it if you came along, and we can speak afterwards." With a momentary application of divine will, Aesric made a Road, leading to the place where KeheKe waited, and began his journey.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

The first Angel followed him. She had a few questions to ask. She had these memories in her head, but can't seem to piece them together. Screaming. Terror. Bloodshed. She can't piece it together. Karithia had no idea what it was. A war, a battle, a massacre, or was it just someone killing a bunch of animals for a feast and a headless chicken was running around scaring children. She chuckled as she envisioned the thought, but wouldn't put any amount of money on it. She slowly flew behind him, curious to where he was going.

[Ralasha]

A Very Hopeful Visit

Arathir, having helped to complete the difficult task of putting up the doors, and setting the mechanical devices to lock, unlock, open and close them, turns in the direction the Chief Cartographer had indicated earlier.

She would allow them to finish constructing the Bulwark themselves.

She veritably leapt. Her eyes closing from a pure sense of euphoria as the wind rushed across her face and through her ears. Her hands struck out to the sides, mimicking a bird, joyous booming laughter issues from her throat as she flies through the sky.

The top of her arch reached she opens her eyes, suddenly seeming far less thrilled as they widen comically. Dwarves can't fly. Clumbsily she tumbles down through the air, managing only to direct her approach to just outside of the doors of the Freehold. She increases her size to mimic that of her First Born. The Chief of the Dwarves, just before she strikes the ground with a thunderous boom.

She coughs, hacks and wheezes. Though not injured, it's mostly from laughing, and the dust from the impact. With a final light cough she stands back up and dusts herself off, only to find herself unknowingly facing the wrong direction. She looks around confused and scratches her scalp. "It should be around here somewhere..." The Guards, one would assume, are not 10 feet behind her and the small crater she created on impact.

She wiggles her fingers and from a belt pouch out floats a longstemmed ornate pipe, from another some plant-based leafy substance, which neatly packs itself into the bowl and ignites. She plucks it from the air and puffs on it slowly.

Rollover +4 AP=4 AP -2 AP
-2 Advanced Concept: Mechanical Devices (Large mechanical machines, small mechanical machines, and clockworks)[closed]

[OrganicEvil]

Masters of Death
KeheKe, Aesric, and Karitha

Aesric's Road ended in on the west of the continent, where KeheKe waited. "And what business is that of yours, Cheater of Souls?" he asked.

[Emperor Demonking]

Masters of Death
KeheKe, Aesric, and Karitha

"If I had acted slightly sooner, they may have lived. Their deaths rest on my conscience"

KeheKe thought a little about the new title, before continuing "I would like to try to make it up to them."

[MichaelGoldclaw]

The Angel goddess clutched her head as she just got a new memory. She saw people being butchered by green, grotesque men. What could it mean. Could this god know what went on? "Wait, I must ask, what are you talking about? I've been getting flashes of death and slaughter and what you just said gave me more of those memories. I need to know if they are connected." she interjected, forgetting her manners to introduce herself.

[lord of pixies]

The Choice is Yours...

The young Anthieri was tired. His journey had taken him many miles from his destroyed homeland, but the hatred in his heart kept him moving. And his trip was finally going to pay off...

He was one of the few survivors of the Ork massacre, having been out foraging that morning. He returned home to find his house engulfed in flame, his friends and family slaughtered, their lifeless bodies hanging on display...

He had tracked them, following their path of destruction. Nearly across the entire continent he tracked them, often going days without food or sleep in order to keep pace. But now his Revenge is at hand, an Ork had walked away from the group. This was his chance. The young Anthieri crept from his place behind a rock... drew a small knife from his belt... and Lunged forward.

The Ork didn't even flinch as the dagger embedded itself in it's hide. It Laughed an ugly chuckle as it turned and backhanded the smaller humanoid across the clearing. It smiled wickedly as it drew its own blade, damn near the full length of the Anthieri, and raised it above it's head. It swung down and....

Nothing. The Anthieri looked around. Everything was perfectly still. No breeze blew, dust floated perfectly still in the air, Even the large brute before him, Sword half way through it's swing, stood perfectly frozen before him.

Good, now we have time to talk Aesmus, in all dark glory stood before the mortal. My name is Aesmus, Lord of the Damned, Master of the Realm of Abadon, Keeper of Wicked Souls. You've probably heard of me.... No? Hmm... well, i can't really blame you, I need to work on my PR. You see, I haven't really DONE much in the mortal realm. Well, not yet anyway... the god winked, his Friendly smile and speech a sharp contrast to his Evil Appearance. AH, now where are my manners, you look positively starved. Here, Eat. The dark god waved his hand and a Table overflowing with ripe fruit, rich food, and bountiful drink appeared. The Anthieri hesitated for only a moment before shoveling food into his mouth. No need to rush my boy, we've got all the time in the world....

Aesmus waited patiently for the young man to finish with his meal, and when it was finished he spoke again. You see, I was once like you. Young, mortal. And very much like you I had something Taken from me. But I was given the power to take it back, the power to strike back against my enemy... the god gestures to the immobile Ork and so here I am, to pass on that same... Opportunity to you. with a smile He held out his hand Now, in sake of fairness, you should know, this power comes with a cost. It is a gift i do not give lightly,This power shall change you, warp you into something with the power to avenge your people. And all I ask is that you serve me, and do as I command
"And if I refuse?" asked the Anthieri, glancing between the outstretched god's hand and the orks blade.
Then I shall let you go. You will be long gone by the time I release the Ork, safe and sound from any retribution for that poke you gave him earlier. Either way you choose you will live, and will have no fear of reprisal from myself Aesmus continued, clearing away the table. of course, that means this fine Ork will also live on... probably burn and pillage a few more civilizations before he meets his end... the god sighed or he can be stopped right here... right now. What do you say?

The Anthieri thought for a moment, long and hard. Then took the Dark God's hand. Power shot through him, as he was re-made in the god's own image. AWAKEN MY SON AND BE RE-BORN, NO MORE SHALL YOU BE KNOWN BY YOUR MORTAL NAME, NOW YOU SHALL BE KNOW AS SATH, THE FIRST DEMON. AND ALL SHALL FEAR YOU.

***

Aesmus left his new Champion to test out his new powers on the small Ork band he had been following. and so it begins...


Starting AP= 3 +8(4x2)=11
-4 Raise Hero- SATH the first demon
-3 Create magical concept- Magically binding contracts, Deals with the devil, Pact magic
-3 Gain domain Law(Contracts)
Remaining= 1 AP

[Emperor Demonking]

KeheKe, Aesric, and Karitha

"Shortly after being birthed, a divinity went loose and murdered a score of Dwarrow. I, myself, was out trying to help Dwarrow at the time but I only came to this battle to watch the gloating." said KeheKe, "What you are thinking of are the brigands made in its image. They were once a threat to all mankind, but with cunning and loyalty they were distracted till they fragemented."

[MichaelGoldclaw]

"I see. So these memories are of one of the people who died that day." She tightly clenched her fist in anger. "Such a horrific event. No one should have to witness that, much less be a victim of such a slaughtering."