Gods of a nonexistant world IC

[drack]

OOC (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?415959-Gods-of-a-nonexistant-world-OOC)

Some plot"demon spawn" "Godslayer" "murderer" "genocide" "insane" "psychotic" The words that trickles off my brow like so many droplets of rain amongst the storm of blood to which I gave flight. "Power", that was the one word that remained, throbbing within my like an all consuming cancerous cyst eating me from within, demanding more and more and more....

The night was cool. not night in the usual sense of the word, but the never-ending night of the void, the nonexistent darkness that spanned between the planes. a plane of pure astral nothingness in which even time stood still. A place where the gods had gathered to meet this new threat. not all of them, some hid in their planes as others fled from all of creation for it was told that "The Warrior" was coming, a terrible over-deity who obliterated entire pantheons of gods wandering. It was Jombadgram who saw him first, the god of the endless winds who had spent his life atop the great mountain Handom looking down upon the world. Jombadgram saw million of miles out in the vast expanses of nothingness a faint speck of divine energies dancing about in endless sequences of evasive maneuvers, advancing faster then any mortal ever could, all without the slightest bend in space. Never once did the being teleport or otherwise shift from one place to another, but for all those endless movements it may as well have. The gods had seconds to prepare and afterwards even Grumpnok, the god of war and slaughter lost his head before he could even raise his blades against this threat.

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Soon the great draconic overdeity Gravvrox, lord of all that was and will be, master of fates, god of the dead and devourer of all. Her eye which had seen all managed to glimpse her assailant, a medium armored figure with a two handed sword of foreign design. The Warrior rushed forward all at once and Gravvrox froze time for all of creation to wingover out of the way, but even this did not slow The Warrior. Reversing its swing upward the foul blade nicked the great Gravvrox's neck, putting all of the great over-deities defenses to the test. In an instant, all the mighty dragons wards collapsed, and even the mighty glow of the great beast dimmed. Even with but the faintest trickle of blood the overdeity already looked so weak. As time slipped from the control of the god-among-gods The Warrior's blade had already found her heart. From that point the battle was already won. In seconds the Warrior slipped into the stronghold of each and every god methodically butchering them all, and then all at once The Warrior, still running through it's endless maneuvers, rushed back beyond the boundaries of existence from the opposite side as it had come

The gods fell like dry fall leaves after a gust, and around them the whole of reality began to crumble and fall. The great mountain of Handom melted back into that endless nothingness of the void along with all the other planes. All the creatures of the world were left at once without a home. just when anarchy had broken out with monsters not seen in eons, sealed away on those planes that now no longer exist, something else appeared at the edge of existence. This time however it was not a single being, but a horde that passing through spilled out over the edges of existence. It was composed of creatures of all sorts from gobblins to dragons to hekatonkheires. Humans, minotaurs, trolls, all gathered for one reason. Their realities had also fallen to the might of "The Warrior", and not a one among them had a home, but among them there was a myth, a legend that The Warrior was in fact returning to his home plane, to a divine realm of his own making, greater then any reality, and that in that world there would be a home for all. That they could continue to exist, to destroy, to live in peace, to do anything and everything they had ever done. That this one and only hope had kept them all and for it they marched for what, years, millenia? Countless of the residents claimed that this now, this group was the only life they could remember, that some families had been traveling for five thousand years, or even forgotten how long it had been. Generations came and passed, but somehow those following The Warrior were, presumably through his power, given the speed to keep pace as the vast timeless space kept them from aging or feeling any new hungers.


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After the horde passed reality was silent leaving only you and the corpses of the gods. Gathering them together out of panic, boredom, and the need to return to some sort of normalcy you began to eat the age old corpses. While you gained nowhere near the might of the gods you ate, slowly the faintest of divine sparks were kindled within each of you, and within this vast nothing your own divine realms emerged. At first they spanned but a half a foot, and at the sight of even that your hearts lifted, but as the last of the old gods were eaten your mights increased until your planes grew large enough to live in. Some had trees that grew juicy red apples in bounties unimaginable, others were filled with naught but grave dirt, devoid of the corpses that no longer existed. After all, in this new world nothing but you had yet lived to die. It quickly became apparent that this new world, that all of existence, would be yours to make and that some sort of gathering was in order, some way to decide what was and wasn't to be.

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The endless expanses of nothing spanned indefinably in all directions free from any and all distraction. The whole of it was not moving, it wasn't even awe inspiring anymore. At first it had made you feel little to see existence, or nonexistence as the case may be, was so vastly expansive, that just looking at it you could tell it would never be full even if you spent all your infinite time filling it. Still, your existence here proved it was not entirely vacant. This far six of you have gathered, why that's more people then any of you have seen in one place in... years? decades? It was hard to say when there wasn't time to tell. About each of you a divine realm extended perhaps ten feet, hanging about you like a faint mist.

the world was of a standard cosmology with portals to planes, but I'm gonna make the present default on your plains more ravenloft-ish for flavor's sake where they simply exist as splotches of existence within this great expanse of nonexistence. If they overlap they only stretch to a point equidistant between yourself and the deity who's plane is overlapping with your own. If you guys want to change this back you'll have to do so yourselves. :smallbiggrin:


In the distance you spy the former scribe of Karsh, god of knowledge, discipline, and the reckless application of knowledge in the world. The scribe Mondfley was dressed in a neat flowing white robe with gold trim, his divine realm a mass of papers and notes all strewn through space seemingly without gravity despite that he himself must be walking across something. With him the realm moved bearing all his papers. From the looks of it he's spent all this time writing, committing knowledge to paper before it is lost once more to the nothingness of the void. Sillthiss glides towards the gathering from below, his own realm a convulsing mass of shadows with crystalline surfaces reflecting his cloaked visage. Alongside Sillthiss, Verdamut can be seen gliding up to you, though from his perspective it seems he's falling downwards towards you, his feet together as if he were standing upon a solid surface, but the air rushing up by him ruffling his neatly trimmed suit makes it abundantly clear that he is indeed falling up to the gathering.


Then there were nine.

Slowly, tenderly, Mondfley unfurls a blank sheet of paper from the sleeve of his robe, and lays it at the center of the gathering of the gods. While the paper isn't magical in nature, you do sense a power within it, clearly the page is an artifact from an age long lost. "This..." the scribe announces gesturing to the piece of paper "...is a relic from before Gravvrox first made the world, it is a paper of contract between gods which allows them to sculpt the laws of reality itself. If more then half the gods in existence have signed the document then anything written on it will be made true. Once such a document is signed the paper cannot be reused and the contents cannot be changed. I have saved three such pages from the great destroying, and I offer one that our world might be bound by law rather then endless anarchy." At this the god of remembrance casts his wandering eye across the lot of you as if waiting to see what you would so with such an artifact.

OOC: Who are all these gods?!

From what you've heard of them Mondfley is a god of remembrance, collecting, and bloodthirst. How such a being managed to get a position as secretary to a god of knowledge is a question best answered in that it was his ability rather then his opinion that was valued before he ascended to godhood with the rest of you.

Sillthiss is a god of secrets, shadows, and misdirection. None of you really noticed him before, god he is and more importantly he's here now.

Verdamut is the god of anti-magic. It is said that before the end he was a renowned mage-hunter slaying mages far and wide of the highest caliber. With the addition of divinity however his skills have yet to be seen.

[greenpotato]

Yanish the Callers flickering divine realm is a landscape of dark emerald and glowing flame that mirrors her own appearance. A human with dark green flesh whose eyes and mouth leak a burning orange radiance. Before the fall she was a renowned conjurer and devil binder.
"A powerful artefact indeed, and do you propose to be it's keeper?" She says, a little shocked at the crackling resonance of her own voice.

[drack]

The look on the god of remembrance's face tells you he'd want nothing to do with such powers, yet his voice remains calm and perhaps even bemused as he replies "I offer it as a gift to this council that whichever agreements are reached are then enforced such that we are not left working against each others designs."

[Starmage21]

Lecerat steps forward, shining in his plate, carrying his greatsword in one hand as it rests upon his shoulder. Lecerat's face is concealed by a helmet and faceguard, only his deep emerald green eyes can be seen beneath, but his voice carries clearly without effort from behind the faceguard, perhaps deepened by the echo:

"How can such a thing survive the great dragon's destruction? More importantly, what is written upon it? I would know this, before I sign, and my reasons are simple. Such contracts can be used to entrap beings in both means magical and mundane. No man of learning should befall such a fate."

Lecerat is a hulking brute (for a human male, anyway), but is no taller than any mortal man seen before. He has a reputation for brilliant strategy and martial skill that are currently unmatched. In his mortal life, he was a general of many legions of soldiers from all walks of life.

[drack]

The former divine scribe shrugs. "The same way as your own items have survived I would suppose."

The parchment itself now rests at the center of the assembly, blank for all to see, waiting for one such contract to be written.

[DoctorFaust]

Free buries the tip of his greatsword in the ground beside him, and pulls himself up to his full height, towering over most of the other gods present there. "Before we sign anything," he says, "I would have you tell us by whose laws you would bind the world, and how tightly you would have us bind it. No matter how powerful we may be or become, we do not have the right to decide how all reality must live."

[Mechanix]

The woman called Anankê stands at the edge of the gathering, inscrutable eyes scanning each of the gods in turn. She is oddly short and frail-looking, her black hair cut above her shoulders in a boyish cut, stray locks framing her black eyes. She has one hand on the pommel of the scimitar at her waist - an ordinary weapon, devoid of all magic. Around her swirl the sands and shadows of her realm, a desert cast in twilight.

"There is no point to this. Either we use the contract and a new world is born, or we do not and we are left alone in the void for all eternity. The choice is obvious, whatever the terms of the contract. Let a new world be made in our image."

[Starmage21]

Free buries the tip of his greatsword in the ground beside him, and pulls himself up to his full height, towering over most of the other gods present there. "Before we sign anything," he says, "I would have you tell us by whose laws you would bind the world, and how tightly you would have us bind it. No matter how powerful we may be or become, we do not have the right to decide how all reality must live."

The calm look fades from Lecerat's eyes quickly as he turns to look at Free with a bit of incredulity

"That is precisely what we are here to do. This new world will be of our design, and the task falls to us to govern it."

Lecerat turns back to the scribe

"All mortals must have the ability to wield magic. Without it, warfare is so much less interesting."

[drack]

Verdamut, who had thus far remained quiet speaks up now, having landed unharmed upon an upside-down ground amidst the assembly of the gods. "No, there will be no magic. The whole of reality will be made devoid of it. Only then will these abominations that were mages cease to exist."

[Mechanix]

"I know you were a great and terrible mage-slayer, Verdamut. But you are a god now; you are magic. It suffuses every aspect of your being, granting you the power that you wield now. You have become what you hate."

She smiles dangerously.

"And you are alone now, among people who may have much desire to avenge your crimes. Shall we start this new world with a divine war?"

[Starmage21]

Verdamut, who had thus far remained quiet speaks up now, having landed unharmed upon an upside-down ground amidst the assembly of the gods. "No, there will be no magic. The whole of reality will be made devoid of it. Only then will these abominations that were mages cease to exist."

"And then you will have nothing to do, and no purpose for being here, because there will be no mages for you to try to kill. I can go to war without the support of magicians, commit to and win battles without their spells. What do you have without them? NOTHING."

[DoctorFaust]

The calm look fades from Lecerat's eyes quickly as he turns to look at Free with a bit of incredulity

"That is precisely what we are here to do. This new world will be of our design, and the task falls to us to govern it."

Lecerat turns back to the scribe

"All mortals must have the ability to wield magic. Without it, warfare is so much less interesting."

"No. I will not sign if you force some absolutes on the people that will fill this world." Free points at Verdamut, and growls. "If any of you force an absolute."

He turns to the scribe, and spreads his hands. "There were many planes in the old world, no? So why do we not simply write that we shall all get our own?"

[drack]

Verdamut grins savagely, his body language bespeaking a deep and profound instinctual desire to face down that challenge as he had the challenges of so many other magi before. Instead however he laughs, not the deep rich laugh of a warrior or the crazed laugh of a mighty sorcerer, but the boring normal laugh of a human. "Why then we will live without magic as mere mortals with the rest. We will live our own regular boring lives fighting to survive with everyone else. As the tall swordsman says, who are we to dictate the universe particularly for ages to come? Why not create it merely to allow it to become whatever it will?"

[Starmage21]

"No. I will not sign if you force some absolutes on the people that will fill this world." Free points at Verdamut, and growls. "If any of you force an absolute."

He turns to the scribe, and spreads his hands. "There were many planes in the old world, no? So why do we not simply write that we shall all get our own?"

"The capability, then. All mortals must be capable of wielding it. Make it available, let them choose it. Would that make you sign?"

[Mechanix]

"There must be fate. I will not allow the course of this world to be decided by the individual whims of the powerful, who in time would gather all the power they can and bend all the world to their will. There must be destiny - a course of events pre-ordered."

[drack]

Sillthiss speaks, his voice a ghastly echo of indiscernible origin resonates through the council. Fate however should not be known, it should be allowed to unfold unhampered, a mystery to all leaving men and gods alike only to guess at it.

[Starmage21]

"There must be fate. I will not allow the course of this world to be decided by the individual whims of the powerful, who in time would gather all the power they can and bend all the world to their will. There must be destiny - a course of events pre-ordered."

"Isnt that exactly what we're doing here? If there must be fate, then we must be its governors. It bends or breaks to our will. I will not support a world of communism. Fate must be egalitarian, and allow those who've earned their power to enjoy it, as we now do, no matter who they may be. The will to action must be favored."

[DoctorFaust]

"I say that there should be no fate. Let men earn their future from the sweat of their brow and the strength of their back. Let them earn the tomorrow they're trying to reach, and not forsake them to the tomorrow you believe they should have. Join with yesterday's foes to smash fate, and grab the future's path with your own two hands. Those were the words I lived by, and I will not forsake them even as I stand in the heavens."

[Drako_Beoulve]

Astrid, whose realm was made of white clouds showered with a golden light beams and falling translucent feathers on a blue sky, was rolling his eyes calmly from God to God as they speak waiting for the wise moment to express his thoughts.

There can be magic, so the mortals can use it as they please, there can be fate but it must not be forced, let them have free will, which will be revoked if they misused it.

[Mechanix]

"This is what I suggest: we should provide the world with three sources of magic. From our own selves, we will provide our worshippers with divine magic. From a divine spark lodged in the mortals' own souls, they shall be able to derive their own magic. From the very essence of the world around them, they will be able to derive magic from reverence towards the world itself. This will provide balance, and allow men to use magic if they so choose, through different skills and sources; and it will allow Verdamunt's followers to draw upon his own power to form orders of mage-hunters and inquisitors and thus create a check for the power of mages."

[DoctorFaust]

No. By the Flame, no. I will not agree to a world where the gods have any strings on men. Why would you give them control of their own destiny, only so that you could take it away from them as soon as you think they are 'misusing' it? What freedom of choices gives is the freedom to make the wrong choices. Else what is the point of free will?

[drack]

"No, there will be no magic." Verdamut declares with stubborn forcefulness.

"Enough, enough, ENOUGH!" Mondfley shouts waving his hands through the pool of floating scrolls above him in aggravation. "This is getting us nowhere, all we do is spin about on the same points. What of this. We will raise issues one at a time and vote upon them. Each deity may vote five ways, that if a movement is passed they will sign the contract, that they are in favor of a movement, that they are neutral to a movement, that the movement is dis-favorable, or that if the movement is passed that they will not sign the contract. Additionally each deity may only declare their signature as a whole to hinge on no more then one movement. That way we won't have anyone refusing to sign unless they get their way on all points. Then we may select, at the very least, a items for the contract that can be passed at all. All in agreement?

[supernerd]

Dorian, The smallest of those present among a field of flowers with a semicircle of book cases holding tales and maps and trinkets spoke in a voice like spun gold, "So I see that our two main issues that we have raised and bickered on so far are questions of magic and fate, and then a notion of free will not being free and of what our planar structure will be. Then I suppose we should take votes on those two and any others that we should wish addressed. We don't want a reality with holes to seep through. Though this contract, what is to stop "The Warrior" from ripping its domain to shreds? Though I suppose that things will be as they will in that regard. As for my own positions: Magic is to be the potential of every soul, let them search for it as they will as they did in the old reality where they sought intrinsic abilities, or either arcane or divine magic, or not at all if they chose not to do so. For Fate, let is exist as a guiding force, a source of destiny, things that will be as they will. Let there be a reason for suffering beyond another creature's gain. Fate should not be so easily invoked, it should only guide, not decide, the true course is governed by the decisions made at the critical moments, the situations that Fate shall seek to create. A hero is destined to find the ancient sword, but whether he falls, fails, or prevails is up to his own choices. And for free will, if we give it, we cannot take it back. What was that of misuse? Misuse of free will does not exist, for if we perceive it to do so then it is a slippery slope to a plane of automatons. As to the planes. I don't care very much so long as they are there. Now I propose a motion: This world should come with a history written into its being. I will help in writing it, along with others who seek to help, perhaps you, Mondfley? Let them have a world they know, not just pop into existence with no motivation to do anything. And have it less of a dream and more like an expanse of time that happens between the instants of us signing the contract and the reality springing forth. Let the world have some fleshing out, some mysteries and puzzles for the mortals and maybe a few for us."

[Drako_Beoulve]

"If one of them wants to kill you, would you allow him to do so because it's his free will?, also free will have boundaries that shall not be crossed." She said to both James and Dorian.

[DoctorFaust]

If one of them wants to kill you, would you allow him to do so because it's his free will?, also free will have boundaries that shall not be crossed. She said to both James and Dorian.

"No. I will not stand blindly by and let someone end my life just because I believe in free will," Free snorts. "But does that mean I think we should remove man's capacity to try? No. If someone wishes to try and stab me in the back, let him make that choice, and let him suffer the consequences for it."

He turns to Mondfley, and nods. "That is an agreeable compromise to me. I stake my signature on complete freedom of will for all inhabitants of this new world, without boundaries and without the hand of a god always hovering over him, waiting for him to step from the right hand path."

[supernerd]

If one of them wants to kill you, would you allow him to do so because it's his free will?, also free will have boundaries that shall not be crossed. She said to both James and Dorian.

Dorian sat on one of the book cases and chuckled. "If one of them finds the reason and means to do so, then good for them. What was there to keep such a thing from happening before? What kind of boundaries are you proposing, I mean usually "They can't choose to speak in a language they don't know or do something they are otherwise incapable of doing" works pretty well. It's not that much of an issue. If someone kills me because they have the choice to do so, then good for them. They deserve it if they can and have a reason to do so." He looks to the scribe. "I'm sorry, am I continuing the bickering? I suppose we should find new matters to vote on or new options for the current matters."

[drack]

"Very well, let us begin with the issue of free will, we have one willing to stake his signature upon it, how does everyone vote? I find myself neutral to the notion."

"People should have free will, they just shouldn't be permitted to have access to powers greater then themselves." Verdamut contributes "Not that I wouldn't trade free will for the riddance of such things to begin with."

"...and I..." Sillthiss replies, deliberating even as it speaks "Believe the world is much more fun with a shade of grey for every being upon it's surface, though I will cast my vote that we leave decisions of free will to the gods that create each respective race of beings."

Free will tally

free (DoctorFaust) stakes signature that beings have absolute freedom over their own wills. (he will sign if the item is included)
Mondfly (NPC) is neutral
Dorian (supernerd) believes they should have free will but that said freedom should not imply any greater prowess, but only serve to direct their actions.
Astrid ( Drako_Beoulve) has not yet taken an official stance and is testing the meaning of free will
Anankê (Mechanix) votes that the fates of mortals should be dictated by the gods, will she stake her signature on it? :smalltongue:
Lecerat (Starmage21) believes that there should be fate and it should be dictated by any of sufficient strength.
Yanish the Caller (greenpotato) has yet to voice an opinion.
Verdamut (NPC) votes for free will but is willing to compromise.
Sillthiss votes that gods each determine if each individual race they make should have free will.

[greenpotato]

"The choice to break a law should be available, otherwise everything stagnates. With no free will there is no change, there is stagnation, repetition and boredom. Let the people have the ability to decide what to do and let them suffer the consequences should they make a wrong decision. Choice is how we make mistakes, mistakes are how we learn, how we learn is how we improve, and everyone must improve for the universe to become a better place."

A scrap of paper appears in her hand and she begins to write notes:
"Issues for debate:
Free Will
-Choice>Mistakes>Growth>Improvement
Magic
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Planar Structure
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Paradise for man
-In a utopia without conflict man has no need of hope or faith, our own power would weaken.
The Variety of Life
-"

[Mechanix]

"Know the truth of these words as I speak them: men will take your gift and abuse it, and turn their free will against the gods themselves. They will sooner drench the world in fire and blood than to acceptance our guidance, even if it is offered as a gift without the price of worship. They will stumble, and in time they will fall. So have I spoken. I do not stake my vote on this matter - you shall reap the fruits you have sown in time."

[Drako_Beoulve]

"Anankê understood what I mean. I vote for free will but I will watch closely those who threaten the existence of others"

[supernerd]

"How about 'A death dealt by a mortal is not a permanent death. Resurrection for other mortals and reconstitution for those of us?' That could be fun, make sure that the real death is still age. Of course, that's still just an idea. I'd really like to see what the world itself turns out to be like. When we get to that, I've got some cool maps that I've brainstormed. I got bored and there are lots of cool battle venues. Also, how many of you already have your holy texts written up? This will be fun, I hope. I hope the mortals that come out of this are able to get their just lives." Dorian was always of the opinion that divinity with too much serious is still boring.

[drack]

Power ripples through the vacant space as your respective divine realms continue to grow with your maturing powers.

Divine rank 1. Yes, I too am disappointed that it couldn't come amidst some combat or another. :smalltongue:

"So, seeing as we've settled free will, lets move on to the next controversial issue. Magic. I quite enjoy magic myself, though I could live without it."

Verdamut speaks immediately, despite the already apparent celerity of his stance. "I will not sign a contract that brings magic to this new world. Never."
Free will tally

free (DoctorFaust)
Mondfly (NPC) is neutral
Dorian (supernerd)
Astrid ( Drako_Beoulve)
Anankê (Mechanix) In favor of magic?
Lecerat (Starmage21) All mortals must have the ability to wield magic. Without it, warfare is so much less interesting.
Yanish the Caller (greenpotato) - /???
Verdamut (NPC) will not sign a contract that brings magic to this new world. Never.
Sillthiss is silent on this issue

[Drako_Beoulve]

"I vote in favor of magic, without it is like create birds without wings. Magic is the essence of everything we know, without it, we won't be here."

Astrid turn to Verdamut: "Why you don't want magic"

[drack]

Verdamut smiles ironically. "Because magic is unnatural, and all who use it are abominations. Magic claws its way into people and things, why even into ourselves of late. It is a savage and cruel thing that twists and distorts the truth of man, and ultimately it also serves as the death to all who grasp hold of it. To have a world without magic is as if to have a world without parricidic world-consuming unstoppable plagues that can neither be killed nor contained. To be clear I am also against us intentionally creating entities with our power threefold bent only upon the destruction of all which could ever be created, yet somehow the thought has never occurred to some that magic is itself just that but with a familiar face. So that, that is why I oppose magic. Care to recast your vote?"

[greenpotato]

Yanish chuckles Oh the irony, that you, a being who consumed the corpse of a god so that he could gain it's power wishes to use his magic to recreate the universe so that no being may use magic. Maybe hypocrasy is more appropriate than irony in describing your actions, why, one could even see an argument for you being a power hungry tyrant, using his magical power to ensure that no others have it so that he can rule over the mundane with no challengers"

She turns to the scribe-god

"I am in favour of there being magic available to mortals, although how it is distributed is something that I am wiling to hear ideas on. Should all creatures have the chance to find a magic spark in themselves or should we decided who gets a portion of divine or arcane power?"

Yanish can feel the divine power within herself grow, she says nothing though but quietly observes the others to see if they too have grown in power.

[drack]

Verdamut frowns, his irritation clear in his voice. "I did not consume corpses of gods to gain power, I destroyed their existence to be rid of them and to be freed of the foul curses they had placed upon the land. Again I will emphasize my stance that magic not exist at all, this includes the magic of the gods themselves. I doubt any tyranny of my actions would begin to compare to your efforts to doll out magic only as the lot of you see fit."

[supernerd]

Dorian felt the the new surge of power, passively listening to the bickering spurred by only Verdamut as he played with the ripples he could make now. There were only two blatant effects, a flash of light and an aura filled with faint snow.

Alter Reality: Wish Myself up +5 Inherent Bonuses, cast Inner Beauty on myself, I'll make it permanent later. "Wish" my Bow to (+5) Composite to fit my new Strength
Domain: Snowsong SLA

Statblock Updated.

"I'm so sorry, but you won't be able to sign regardless on that platform. With no magic, there is no reason that the contract should hold our reality, for it may become just a piece of paper. Furthermore, it is possible that life itself is the manifestation of magic and material, as many creatures are suspended by magic, and the soul is far from a physical phenomenon. You may very well erase the capability of life if you were to eliminate magic. How can you say magic is unnatural when it is woven into the very fabric of existence, that you need to explicitly take it away. It flowed all through the old world and it suspends the very beings that created realities past. How is that primal force anything but natural. Yes magic can cause calamity, but also can it provide salvation. Healing can cure such suffering. Evils can be stopped. You only observe the evil of magic because it appears in short noticeable bursts. To create a world without magic is a paradox, because it is magic that makes the world stable. I didn't know you were also the god of Stupid. I'm sorry if you're offended, but I say that every mortal should have the right to chase after magic. If they grasp it, then it is theirs to keep. So if they choose to seek it out in the fashion of a God's clerics or an arcanists manipulation of the ambient energy suspending the planes, then let them succeed. There's no need to deny the scholar his best means of defense."

[Mechanix]

The dark-haired woman calling herself Anankê nods slowly at Dorian's speech in tacit agreement. Only when he has finished speaking does she turn to face Verdamunt, one hand resting on the pommel of her sword.

"There will be magic in this world, or you will perish here and now by my hand."

[DoctorFaust]

Free throws his hands into the air at the dark-haired woman's decree and groans. "Know this: If you lay a hand on him, I will respond in kind. I vote to create magic, but not give anything but the potential of it to the denizens of this new realm. Let them seek it out, and grasp it for themselves if they so desire it."

[drack]

Dorian felt the the new surge of power, passively listening to the bickering spurred by only Verdamut as he played with the ripples he could make now. There were only two blatant effects, a flash of light and an aura filled with faint snow.

Alter Reality: Wish Myself up +5 Inherent Bonuses, cast Inner Beauty on myself, I'll make it permanent later. "Wish" my Bow to (+5) Composite to fit my new Strength
Domain: Snowsong SLA

Statblock Updated.

"I'm so sorry, but you won't be able to sign regardless on that platform. With no magic, there is no reason that the contract should hold our reality, for it may become just a piece of paper. Furthermore, it is possible that life itself is the manifestation of magic and material, as many creatures are suspended by magic, and the soul is far from a physical phenomenon. You may very well erase the capability of life if you were to eliminate magic. How can you say magic is unnatural when it is woven into the very fabric of existence, that you need to explicitly take it away. It flowed all through the old world and it suspends the very beings that created realities past. How is that primal force anything but natural. Yes magic can cause calamity, but also can it provide salvation. Healing can cure such suffering. Evils can be stopped. You only observe the evil of magic because it appears in short noticeable bursts. To create a world without magic is a paradox, because it is magic that makes the world stable. I didn't know you were also the god of Stupid. I'm sorry if you're offended, but I say that every mortal should have the right to chase after magic. If they grasp it, then it is theirs to keep. So if they choose to seek it out in the fashion of a God's clerics or an arcanists manipulation of the ambient energy suspending the planes, then let them succeed. There's no need to deny the scholar his best means of defense."

"It is possible?" The god spits. "Your certainty in the uncertain is ridiculous..."

The dark-haired woman calling herself Anankê nods slowly at Dorian's speech in tacit agreement. Only when he has finished speaking does she turn to face Verdamunt, one hand resting on the pommel of her sword.

"There will be magic in this world, or you will perish here and now by my hand."


...and your willingness to kill and die for your magic is all the more proof of its corrupting influence. Those who heal by magic often leverage a similar response from others, using what short term good they might do to create a longer lasting evil. Even the gods of good recruited into their holy wars through such means.

[supernerd]

"It is possible?" The god spits. "Your certainty in the uncertain is ridiculous..."

...and your willingness to kill and die for your magic is all the more proof of its corrupting influence. Those who heal by magic often leverage a similar response from others, using what short term good they might do to create a longer lasting evil. Even the gods of good recruited into their holy wars through such means.

Dorian chuckled, but made sure it was good hearted, "So is your willingness to strip the magic of mortals and of the gods by using the magic of the gods. This paper is soaked in deific power we couldn't even dream of, and yet you want to use it when you claim its power to be unnatural and abomination. A piece of paper that controls existence through the right of divinity? Sounds pretty magic to me. I'm not certain in the uncertain, I just know that there are unexpected consequences to every decision, especially those that remove a basic aspect of a world. Now, Free hit things right on the money, and I will say that if you're not upset enough to fight, there's no reason to start one. But we have everyone, or almost everyone else om board to give mortals the potential for magic, but then you are proposing that we use this magical artifact that is probably more powerful than ourselves to erase mortal magic and the sort of magic it is most likely made of. I don't know if it's irony or what, but it's pretty funny to me." The little flower shrugged.

[drack]

Verdamut chuckles scornfully. "...and you thought to call me a god of stupidity? Look again, or are you blind too?"
Slowly, tenderly, Mondfley unfurls a blank sheet of paper from the sleeve of his robe, and lays it at the center of the gathering of the gods. While the paper isn't magical in nature, you do sense a power within it, clearly the page is an artifact from an age long lost.

"Of course there will be unpredictable consequences, but there will be unpredictable consequences regardless, we're creating the MULTIVERSE, every breath we take right here and now has unpredictable consequences tethered to it. You know what the thing about unpredictable consequences is though? They're unpredictable, they could be catastrophic, sure, but they could also be great enough to spread everlasting euphoria of greatness across the land. Don't tell me you'll sit here and do nothing at all just because you might be disappointed at the worlds that are made today."

[Mechanix]

"Enough," Anankê says with a voice of finality. Her irritation with how long this particular topic has lingered is visible in her features; her knuckles clutch the hilt of her sword so strongly as to appear white.

"I have no interest in discussing philosophy with Verdamunt when he has been the enemy of all I stood for during my entire existence. Let's put this to a vote. I vote for magic."

[DoctorFaust]

I vote nay, if you will not be any clearer than that, Free says, his voice flat.

[supernerd]

"Was the most popular opinion to make magic a possibility for those who sought it out? If we vote for magic to be available to those who wish to find it then I'll vote yea." Dorian sat on his desk, writing a few things down. He looked to Verdamut. "Less blind, more not connecting your goals and your platform. There is no reason peace and prosperity cannot be obtained with magic in the world. And even if we put it there, I think you would do a good job of preventing the calamities you forecast."

[drack]

"Nonsense, my goal is to eradicate magic, peace and prosperity to all is merely a counterpoint to the implied calamity it seems many think it may bring. Surely you could also have your interesting or your diverse worlds without magic, yet still I see you standing for it. Tell me, how is the fascination of so many of you gods tied solely to the existence of magic? Why is it that you think you would tire so soon without it? Life would be short lived, but it would be vibrant, exciting, and eventful. Isn't that what you're claiming to want? And perhaps you want it unending, reincarnate without your memory and it will all be fresh anew!"

Verdamut drew himself up, for a medium sized creature he certainly had a presence. "In case my stance was unclear, I vote against magic of all forms."

[Drako_Beoulve]

"That means you will try to kill us and then, if you succeed, you will commit suicide?!" Astrid looked at Verdamut with his golden eyes. "Or at least try to strip us from our magic?"

[drack]

Verdamut frowns, his voice wearied and mournful. "The Warrior has shown us this is no solution. Better that we end it as one then fall to such petty divisions."

[DoctorFaust]

Free breaks out into laughter at Verdamut's remark. "Hah! Nonsense! Here, today, we have a chance to open a hole in the universe. And that hole with be a path for all those behind us. The dreams of those who have fallen! The hopes of those who will follow! These two sets of dreams weave together, charting our course, forging a path towards tomorrow. That is what we have the chance to do here today. Our dreams will be the dreams that CREATE the heavens!"

[supernerd]

"For the purpose of clarification, are you opposed to anything supernatural, like dragons, or are you opposed just to spells and their likes? There are a lot of wondrous things that depend on magic. But I still don't see how the whole eradicating magic thing has basis as a thing we should do. Some people search for strength elsewhere when they are not suited for a sword. Does that mean they have contributed to abomination? What is your evidence that it is an abomination? Yes, magic can kill, but so can the sword. Some mages never harm a soul and some swordsmen kill thousands."

[drack]

"Any man might train for years and learn to swing a sword, but whenever he enters the field a stray arrow might yet end him, and that must be a risk he would take. For a mage it is different. Mages garb themselves in heavy wards and fight with forces that often they themselves don't even understand. Like a spoiled child with a flask of alchemical flame they toss about destruction and healing without a thought. It is not however the effort that they invest which appeals me most however, it is that almost no man will ever slay a true mage with sword alone." As if sensing a rebuttal of his own prowess he emphasizes once more. "Almost no man."

Plot twist! Vardamut might agree to allow up to ten level 1 mages to walk the land at any given time to be ridiculed, persecuted, and hunted down by soldiers only to die before ever reaching level 2! :smalltongue:


Somehow there seems to be more too it then that though, by the cress of his brow, shadows of his past perhaps. It was after all not rare to fine one who's life had been influenced by workings of the craft.

[greenpotato]

"I propose a new vote, all in favour of mister no-magic not being a part of own pantheon vote aye." She chuckles at first but then her face hardens and she looks Verdamut straight in the eye "I don't think this is your crowd, why don't you just f*#& off?

[Starmage21]

"I propose a new vote, all in favour of mister no-magic not being a part of own pantheon vote aye." She chuckles at first but then her face hardens and she looks Verdamut straight in the eye "I don't think this is your crowd, why don't you just f*#& off?

Lecerat speaks, finally tired of the bickering on a single subject, as we have one among who will be against it.

"You powers-that-be are bickering for no good reason. I propose a compromise that will allow all of us to have our individual happiness. We're talking about a multiverse here, not a single world. Of the worlds that will exist, there will be those with varying levels of magic, including certainly worlds of dead magic. However, even in dead-magic worlds, there must be natural vortices that lead to the greater cosmology. Even in places of dead magic, deities will still maintain their power, else they be powerless to maintain the world."

He sighs

"That said, there will be no issue on which I will refuse to sign the contract. I am committed to the creation of worlds which will allow us to exist in more than formless chaos for all of eternity. Refusing to sign means risking that fate."

[drack]

Power once more surges through the not-yet-a-world, the divine realms spread outwards, a full twenty feet from their respective deities, and now several of the realms overlap, boundaries of different fundamental planer traits forming between the gods where they do.

Divine rank 2 :smallwink:


Mondfley chooses this moment to speak up. "This topic seems controversial enough to cause infighting, so how about we go on to discuss how it would be if there were to be magic in the world, and perhaps cast a vote as to if we would prefer to leave the planes as they are or to re-enact a planescape cosmology.

[supernerd]

Dorian sighs and enjoys the change of pace. "Yes, lets. I don't think that removing anyone from the pantheon will do much good when Mondfley said it took half the gods in existence, so I welcome the new new subject. I always adored the Great Wheel. Can we have it back? Or at least something similar. I always liked the maps and how you had to put disclaimers that each plane is technically both finite and infinite. And beneath the Spire, even the salient divine abilities we possess cease to function. And we can make even more sites for the kinds of communities that Verdamut might approve of." He then touches his sword and bow.

GMW on Sword and Bow.

[drack]

The divine power building through each of you continues to grow, bubbling up within you like magma beneath a crust.

Divine rank 3, what a long IRL day ay? :smalltongue:

Nodding Mondfley writes up a rough contract (on normal mundane paper) and transcribes numerous copies of it as an automatic action, tossing them vaguely in the directions of each respective deity. "So now that we've dealt with the controversial topics to some extent, lets see if this contract would pass. That will give us a better idea of where we stand."

Solemnly he raises his hand to signal acceptance.

The contract

Now, wait, if you would rather vote blind, here's your chance, read no further, explore your neww chaotic alignment and feel its liberties to the MAX! :smallbiggrin:
(only half joking)

The contract dictates the world to be a planescape, that there will be both magic and free will in the world as a whole. Following with Lecerat's suggestion however, it dictates that each deity may exercise the right to create their own planes and races. It allows for all powers, incarnate, ect. It dictates that there will be psionic magic transparency, that there will be compulsion magic for some to control the fates of others while the subjects of such attempts will be permitted to resist them through sheer force of will alone. (Will saves are always offered with any serious mind compulsion in D&D.)

The bottom line however is that on the thirteenth day and every time the world doubles in age each deity will be permitted to:
* Create one plane of radius 5 miles or expand an existing planes radius by 5 miles, dictating planer traits. To maintain balance between the gods the time trait of the plane will remain constant throughout all planes with the exception of dedific realms in which time will pass ten times as fast. These planes may contain constantly active magical effects such as a compulsion to obey ___________ or the absence of magic entirely at the will of their creator.
* Create one or more races of a standardized power. (GM will balance reproductive rates, individual inborn traits, and potential for development, ect. this will be done fluffwise in the background to prevent a variable god-race so to speak, the more races you make with this action the lower their potential.)
* Champion an individual who worships them, make up to three heroes of those who worship you, or craft 10 minor artifacts, or craft 2 major artifacts regardless of craft skills, gain the power to cast up to two powerful curses or blessings upon either a race or the inhabitants of a plane without any effect on deities caught within it, or create two sacred locations for yourself. (note that artifact here is separate from the definition provided by deities and demigods which calls them items with stats higher then epic items can posses, for instance a +20 enchanted sword, but instead these are meant to be items with some sort of thematic power to them, run them by me upon creation.)

**Deities will be created or strengthened by the worship of 10 divinely created races.
**The world will begin with standard vegetation (trees, fauna, ect, not plant monsters), and standard animals (Think the animal section of the SRD) all placed on an original material plane which will exist at the "center" of creation. This plane will be considered a divinely created plane, though its size will be able to be influenced by the most powerful of non-dedific magics.
**Divinely created planes will not be able to be destroyed unless their creator-god is dead forever. The most powerful of mortal magic however (level 9+ spells) will be able to create up to a 20 acre plot of land at the edge of the material plane or an existing non-divinely created plane, or will be able to create a plane of the same size with a years work at it. These mortals will have less control over their planer traits then dedificly created planes. Through magics of the same caliber the same can be undone.
**Each deity will be given(/make as the contract is signed) one weapon that can slay deities to do with as they will, and while deities will be able to slay each other without them, however non-deities must use such weapons to slay a deity even if their powers are equal.
**The souls of the dead will pass on to their deity-creator, and all the souls of any two races may be reforged by their deity-creator into a new race.
**The power from the equivalent of 100 major artifacts may be consumed through a ritual to ascent do godhood.


Sillthiss Signals affirmative after a moments through, and almost as soon as Verdamut reads the contract it bursts into flame vanishing from sight as he glowers at Mondfley.

[supernerd]

Dorian looks over the contract. "Well, I think this looks pretty reasonable. Is sign it. So when it says, when ever the age of the universe doubles, what is the unit we're working with?seconds, hours, days? And is that every thirteenth day or just The Thirteenth Day?"

[drack]

Mondfley begins counting the instances on his fingers to better illustrate it. "Well on the thirteenth day the new multiverse begins and we can begin creation, on the 26th we may create more. Then at the end of the first year, then at the end of the second year, and the fourth, then the eighth, and so on.

To be clear, contract covers all the important bits we choose not to discuss too making for a mostly standard cosmology. Just outlined the bits that seemed more relevant.

Anywho, acting on these "turns" before we go on means there will be more and more going on with whatever you create between each "turn" and the one before. :smallsmile:

[supernerd]

I assume you mean all real life animals, and not just SRD/MM Animals. I like some species that have never been included in the books.

"Ah, so our active bouts of creation happen on the increments of 13. Sounds like we can make it into a ritual holiday after we get past 32 years. I can't wait. Now what to pick first!" Dorian looked back to his shelves, looking through a few books and trying to pick out what all he wanted on his list.

[Starmage21]

"Exponentially increasing increments of 13. It presents a quadratic advancement formula that is not necessarily supportive of active development in the long term. And by long term, I mean millenniums will grow to epochs before many iterations. It does mean that initially there will be huge amount of development, but once that is over things will quickly stabilize."

"I propose these amendments:
A significant amount of energy can be invested to perform acts of creation outside of the appropriate periods. This activity should carry a cost to the creator that will prevent it from being abused. Mortals move quickly, and days of rest can be significant.
Furthermore, god-killing weapons is a bit excessive, in my opinion. There should be a central meeting place where gods can meet as equals, where all deific powers will be surpressed, save for the ability to come and go at will, including the ability to cheat death. This will be the neutral ground for the meeting of gods and the decisive actions where those deific powers can be a detriment. Mortals should not be able to gain entry to this place without the assistance of a power. Outside of this place, powers should be unconcerned with death from any but the most extreme circumstances, as they were before we were all chucked back into formless chaos.
"


Stuff deities can do as normal in deities and demigods towards morphing the planes or creating things. Also, creation of a neutral ground.

[DoctorFaust]

Free looks at the contract and nods firmly. "This is acceptable to me. Though I do not agree to any of his amendments, except the first. Though a neutral ground would be quite useful, as long as we are not open to betrayal as he wishes us to be within it."

[drack]

"Exponentially increasing increments of 13. It presents a quadratic advancement formula that is not necessarily supportive of active development in the long term. And by long term, I mean millenniums will grow to epochs before many iterations. It does mean that initially there will be huge amount of development, but once that is over things will quickly stabilize."

"I propose these amendments:
A significant amount of energy can be invested to perform acts of creation outside of the appropriate periods. This activity should carry a cost to the creator that will prevent it from being abused. Mortals move quickly, and days of rest can be significant.
Furthermore, god-killing weapons is a bit excessive, in my opinion. There should be a central meeting place where gods can meet as equals, where all deific powers will be surpressed, save for the ability to come and go at will, including the ability to cheat death. This will be the neutral ground for the meeting of gods and the decisive actions where those deific powers can be a detriment. Mortals should not be able to gain entry to this place without the assistance of a power. Outside of this place, powers should be unconcerned with death from any but the most extreme circumstances, as they were before we were all chucked back into formless chaos.
"


Stuff deities can do as normal in deities and demigods towards morphing the planes or creating things. Also, creation of a neutral ground.


Mondfley appears somewhat let down that someone might try to amend his contract. All the same he replies pleasantly "I will attempt to incorporate and address your amendments in a way that I believe the others might agree as, like Yanish the Callers, I find myself loathing the thought of being trapped in dark abysmal nothingness for all eternity, and I'd rather write a contract that will be signed quickly rather then advocate points to my own benefit."

Quickly scribbling up a new contract with the following amendments, Mondfley once more disperses them.

*A deity may at any point decide to forgo their rights to creation the next time the universe doubles in age in order to partake in any one of the rights to creation that they would have at that time. This action cannot be taken if the god in question has no rights to creation at the next point that the universe doubles.

Gods will have the power to alter the landscape and planer traits of any one plane they have divinely created up to 5 times between times of creation with the exception of the material plane which was created by all.

Deities must be of at least (rank 4) to partake in creation rights. Proxies have no creation rights.


"Now to address your concerns. I have added a clause by which deities may partake in acts of creation at later loss at any time... God killing as a whole seems extreme to some and necessary to others, your ability to destroy your own weapon allows you to limit the extent to which mortals can kill gods yourself, however it also allows the possibility. Similarly the allowance of others to ascend to divinity allows them another means whilst limiting the availability of such methods to the will of each and every god in existence. silencing dedific magics or any other planer traits are already readily available in your own divinely created realms, though I have added the ability to change these traits within worlds of your own making. I will also note that while you are gods and allowed to divinely create realms, nothing will stop you from creating non-divinely created planes through mortal magics, they will simply grant you less privileges. Additionally if you are thinking of a realm that stands neutral between the gods where any one god has no more power then any other I would suggest the material plane. The dedific power requirement means that mortals would need to strive harder to partake in creation as well as that it would be harder for a god to create a pseudo-god to partake in additional rights of creation to their ends."

"Now, again I fear I must ask who will accept this new contract, and may we pray that at least five of us... noting the new arrival he corrects himself, six of us can find this contract suitable."

Again Sillthiss and Mondfley vote in favor, as Verdamut grows less and less amused, variably seething as another contract giving the world magic enters circulation.

[supernerd]

"I thought the first one was good to begin with, but I'll sign this one too." Dorian prepares his signature as he sits in wait.

[Starmage21]

"I will sign it. As it exists now after this latest amendment."

Lecerat wonders if Verdamut will act overtly or begrudgingly sign to avoid a fate of endless nothingness. If he is this vehement, he may attack, and Lecerat will be ready with his spellmantle.

[drack]

"This brings us once more to four would-be signatories." Mondfley comments idly, looking to see if any more would approve.

[DoctorFaust]

"I agree to most all of the changes, but I will not sign if you exclude our younger brethren from the rights that you give us," Free says.

[Drako_Beoulve]

"I will sign this new contract as it covers my needs"

[drack]

"I agree to most all of the changes, but I will not sign if you exclude our younger brethren from the rights that you give us," Free says.
Mondfley shrugs. "It does not deny them rights, it merely states that they need gain sufficient power first. That is to say that they need to want and strive for that power all the more. Do you find that objectionable? I add it primarily so that puppet-gods do not emerge with all the strengths and benefits of divinity yet serving as thralls to any one of us."

[Mechanix]

Ananke looks inscrutably as the contract as it hovers before her eyes. Her world-aura seems to be taking a more definite shape - there are shadows of cliffs and valleys in the distance (or rather the false impression of distance, as her 'world' is actually very small for now).

"We cannot remain here forever, and much work has to be done. I shall sign," she says, and ink appears on the contract following the movement of her eyes.

[drack]

With the assent of the majority of gods present, the contract is transcribed onto the ancient paper that will forge the world. As the first god signs the contract you all witness a change in it, and you know that no longer can the contract be altered. As the second and the third and the forth sign the contract you feel a deep power building within it with every signature, a truly wondrous power just waiting to be unleaded unto the world. Without warning Verdamut's divine realm is engulfed by storm clouds and howling wind. Lightening arcs through it as ashes seem to form in the moving currents of the air itself. "You will regret this, may your divinity and power be your downfall and your precious magic the final blow."

Power rolls once more through the world fueling the divinity of all the gods, filling them with the might and raw power to face any challenge...

Divine rank 4 Yeah, I know my IRL days are a bit longer then a day by the looks of it. :smalltongue:


Seething the stormy plane grows along with all the others, rolling thunder crashing along its edges, then in an instant it all vanishes leaving naught but the swirling emptiness of nonexistence waiting to be filled.
He probably teleported away, divine realms are after all, for the moment, tethered to each of you.

The time is at hand, the final two signatories sign the document, and with their signitures its power grows even more. The air tingles with anticipation but...

...but nothing happens. The contract maintains its energies without resolution, simply hovering there in the emptiness of space.

OOC heads up to make sure we're all on the same page.
Yannish the callers and Free have not yet signed the document


Sillthiss looks at the contract bursting with power and turns to Mondfley. "Thisssss Is no secrett." the words linger, echoing hollowly as the shadowy plane fades away.

Mondfley clutches his brow for a moment in annoyance before speaking. "The contract requires the signature of the majority of gods in existence before it takes effect. Truth be told I have met two individuals of great power in my time here, though I know not if they are gods. Perhaps there are more still out..." gesturing at the empty nothingness he lamely finishes "... there." The question seems to hang in the air like a thin mist, visible to all and yet unspoken, perhaps even ignorable for a time. After all eternity was a long time to go without creation, but what were a few years? Still the question remained. "What now?"

[greenpotato]

"I will sign" Yanish says.

[drack]

As Yanish signs the contract further emboldens with power, but still the power lies trapped within the paper, not yet taking effect to lay new laws of creation.

[DoctorFaust]

Free picks up his hat from where it was laying and drops it onto his head. "I do not doubt those were your intentions, but you still deny those that are not as powerful as we are a say in the running of reality, and I will not sign that. I believe I shall spend my time protecting the refugees of the old reality from those that would seek to destroy them from here on, instead of bickering over what we would do if had absolute cosmic power. Everyone, it has not been a very productive day, and I bid you farewell." He turns away with a swirl of his cape and starts walking away, only pausing to tug his greatsword from the floor.

[Starmage21]

Free picks up his hat from where it was laying and drops it onto his head. "I do not doubt those were your intentions, but you still deny those that are not as powerful as we are a say in the running of reality, and I will not sign that. I believe I shall spend my time protecting the refugees of the old reality from those that would seek to destroy them from here on, instead of bickering over what we would do if had absolute cosmic power. Everyone, it has not been a very productive day, and I bid you farewell." He turns away with a swirl of his cape and starts walking away, only pausing to tug his greatsword from the floor.

Lecerat looks worried for a moment, and then angered as he turns to Free

"Regardless of your views, if you do not sign, you are potentially damning us to an eternity in a formless chaos. This is not acceptable on any level. Disagree if you must, but sign anyway, and then continue to do as you say if you intend for your role to be as such. You have only two choices: sign or do not, but if you do not, you do wrong by everyone still remaining in this expanse of nothingness."

[Tempestfury]

Whilst nine gathered to forge a new world, others were at work with different tasks. Whilst the others simply decided it would be best to create a place like before, shaping it simply as they saw fit. There was one who had different ideas... who looked back at the old world, and remembered clearly how it came to its end... and was determined to ensure that there would be no repeat of its destruction... that this ‘Warrior’ would eventually be vanquished. Yet... this mission seemed to go nowhere... no clues, no information could be seen in these cosmos... and eventually, the mission was put aside, and the nine were observed and listened to... and as Verdamut shifted away in rage, another figure strode forwards.

Her name was Karliah. A human female, that smaller and slender that went entirely without clothing. Though shadows cloaked her form, not only keeping herself covered, but also making it so that details of her body and strength were hard to judge... a darkness that seemed to fill her divine realm as well as it followed with her. All that could be seen, was her raven-coloured hair, and the two swords strapped to his waist. The long katana blade, and its smaller cousin, the Wakizashi. Weapons almost as infamous as Karliah herself.

She was the Bushi, the vigilante. A warrior for justice who fought from within the shadows and darkness. Whilst Karliah had great respect for the law and those who upheld it, she knew that their reach was limited, and thus stepped beyond the boundaries of law in order to slay those who abused their power beyond its reach. Using her fury and pain as a weapon, Karliah was a devastating fighter... but her true weapon was her brilliant, cunning mind which toppled many enemies stronger than her. It was rumored that with enough time and preparation, Karliah could vanquish even an undefeated warrior like Lecerat.

As it was now, Karliah approached the eight remaining with a small smile on her face. Uncaring of those around her, and what they desired. Instead, coming boldly up to them and remarking. “It seems you require assistance.” Whilst she held the power of a god, Karliah spoke like a human still, no crackling echo, no big boom voice... just an ordinary voice amongst gods. “I know what this little artifact of yours does, but I hope you don’t mind if we have a brief recap of what you’ve agreed to and written down before I add any signatures of my own to it.”

[DoctorFaust]

Lecerat looks worried for a moment, and then angered as he turns to Free

"Regardless of your views, if you do not sign, you are potentially damning us to an eternity in a formless chaos. This is not acceptable on any level. Disagree if you must, but sign anyway, and then continue to do as you say if you intend for your role to be as such. You have only two choices: sign or do not, but if you do not, you do wrong by everyone still remaining in this expanse of nothingness."

"I have a choice today. And I chose to leave, sir, unless the contract you all propose is rewritten to allow all gods a say in the laws of our world."

[Starmage21]

"I have a choice today. And I chose to leave, sir, unless the contract you all propose is rewritten to allow all gods a say in the laws of our world."

"According to the contract, they will. I believe the clause to which you are referring to filters out anything below Lesser Deities. It is an important clause, if you compare those who are still new, or do not hold a portfolio that is important to the world would be like children among a world of men, given the power to govern. I believe the comparison is apt, if at a lower scale than we discuss."

[supernerd]

Dorian flies up to Free, going off to his side and dropping his copy of the manuscript off with the new arrival. "Look, I'm not a fan of poll taxes either, but I want to see something other than black beyond an illusion." He turns to Mondfley. "Personally, I think it should be just that Avatar's don't get creation rights since they're extensions of another deity that just so happen to have their own divine power. That was your initial reasoning, yes, that you didn't want those with Avatar's getting extra turns when the world doubles in age? "Avatars don't count" is a much simpler fix that sounds more accepting of those who gather their own divinity." Looking back to Free, the flower says, "I'm not going to stop you if you want to walk, you're right in saying it's your choice to leave. I just hope you don't."

[drack]

Monfley shakes his head, clearly dismayed. "As you saw, once signed by any the contract can no longer be altered. I for one am grateful as otherwise whomever held the contract signed by most of the deities in existence could rewrite the laws of reality at will without any having say, but all the same it prevents future alterations even now.

“I know what this little artifact of yours does, but I hope you don’t mind if we have a brief recap of what you’ve agreed to and written down before I add any signatures of my own to it.”[/COLOR]

... as for your signatures I fear none beyond the first would be of any good, and that first would only be useful assuming you are a god rather then just another egomaniac in an empty world...

[DoctorFaust]

Monfley shakes his head, clearly dismayed. "As you saw, once signed by any the contract can no longer be altered. I for one am grateful as otherwise whomever held the contract signed by most of the deities in existence could rewrite the laws of reality at will without any having say, but all the same it prevents future alterations even now.

Free bows and turns away with a swirl of his cloak. "Then I bid you all farewell, and wish you the best in your future endeavors."

[drack]

Free bows and turns away with a swirl of his cloak. "Then I bid you all farewell, and wish you the best in your future endeavors."

Mondfley nods understandingly. "...and may your future endeavors be prosperous as well."

[Tempestfury]

Being questioned about whenever or not she was a god, and not just an ‘egomaniac’ in this empty world made Karliah scoff, shooting the scholar a scathing glare as she said. “I know it's dark, but surely you aren’t blind enough to notice the divine realm following me around? That’s a pretty sure sign of being a god last time I checked. Now excuse me, gotta convince someone to not be an idiot.”

With that said, Karliah left Monfley behind for now, though she fully intended to return in order to sign the paper. Before hand however, she moved swiftly. Her natural born speed enhanced even more by her ascension and allowing her to easily cut in front of Free and get in front of him. “Just a sec before you go mister, you’re being rather hasty in these matters and not thinking it entirely though.” Karliah poked Free in the chest as she spoke, hoping the human gesture would get his attention and let her speak her piece.

“Lets say we let anyone with divine power have a say in the laws of creation. Unless I’m wrong, that would include Demigods... children of the divine and mortal. If they get tp have a say in creation... well, all we need is one ******* god to come along, join our pantheon, and start fathering as many bastards as they can, uses his powers to make them loyal to him and boom! He has a bigger say in creation than anyone else unless we start following suit, and not only do I really not have any interest in having a child, but that would make the world get very messy very fast.”

“And even if I’m wrong about the demigods, just letting anyone have a say in the rules of the world is just an opening for abuse. I mean, what if some psychopath manages to ascend? If they can just do what they want from day 1, what’s to stop them from unleashing a plague on the entire damn world? Or deciding to destroy an entire country for giggles? Or hell, it would stop someone who intends good, but doesn’t think things through to go ahead and say, wipe out all ‘evil’ races in the world.”

Karliah really, really hoped Free was listening to her, and actually taking into consideration what she was saying now... as from what she had studied of Free, he was a pretty good guy. Just it seemed that he didn’t think situations through entirely. “Look, you want to ensure that all gods get treated equally and have a say in the world. And I appreciate that, but if you do that, then you're just opening up ways for people to abuse their power, and it will do more harm than good. As gods, we can’t think on such simple terms now... we have to look at the bigger picture, and make every decision carefully... and you're making a big mistake simply walking away like this. You can do much more good by staying and making a new world, then chasing after the Warrior... and if concerns you that much... then stay, and do your best to ensure those that do become gods, have an easy time in ascending in the power necessary to earn the right to have a say in the world. If you leave now... your doing nobody any favours, especially not yourself.”

[drack]

Offhandedly Mondfley dismisses the human's divine realm as mere glamors without once taking his mind from the problem at hand.

[DoctorFaust]

Free stops and glares down at the small woman that just poked him in the chest. You're going to move out of my way. Now. And you are not going to bother me again. Else I cut you down where you stand.

[supernerd]

Dorian looks over to Mondfley. "So, let's say I used the salient divine ability to alter reality to fix the text to remove deities of temporarily loaned divine rank from creation rights, but removed the minimum level of personal divine power needed to participate in deity level creation, would the contract explode or likewise cause damage or become inert?" Dorian twirls his fingers, reading a more stable syntax in his prepared altering.

Readied Alter Reality to change the rules to state that simply Divine Rank is needed to participate in creation, so long as it's your own. Triggers on Mondfley saying that there will be no ill effects. This includes if he says my ability will fizzle. But if the thing blows up or becomes useless, I'mma hold off on it for a bit.

[drack]

Mondfley shrugs. "I've read many texts in the libraries of the former god of knowledge, but I wasn't there when Gravvrox created the world, how should I know?"

[Drako_Beoulve]

"Any case, we don't want to ruin the artifact, please stay calm"

[Mechanix]

"What will you do then, righteous man, when we do create the world without you? Or for that matter - what will you do now, as it is not created yet, and there is only the swirling emptiness of an ever-void everywhere you look? You could have a say in these matters - but you are depriving yourself. Still I admire your cause. What will you do now?"

[DoctorFaust]

"Right now, it would appear my signature would not mean that the world would be created anyway. So I chose to do what I did in life. Protect the people with body and blade, do so to the best of my abilities, and never stop doing so."

Free grins, and hefts his sword up onto his shoulder. "And why would you say that my leaving would deprive me of a say, even if you do get enough signatures to have it become valid? The contract states each deity has the rights outlined in the contract, not just those who sign. Except for those that you lot have deemed below us in value."

[Tempestfury]

I checked, and Free has less initiative than Karliah, and his armour is pretty much equal to Karliah's attack... also, his bluff check is lower than my sense motive.

Before Free could say much more, he would feel a light blow slap against his side, and Karliah was suddenly on the other side of him... with her sword now being drawn. Not bothering to look at the god, Karliah slowly and deliberate began to sheathe her sword, as she said. “That is a warning. Next time you threaten me, I will show you the power of a god of battle, and I won’t be hitting with the flat of my blade.”

Once her sword with sheath though Karliah smirked and turned round to face Free, saying. “Of course, before any of that happens. I can point out that for all your talk of leaving us and not signing the contract to ensure the world is created is a lie. You're trying to bluff us, for what reason I’m not entirely sure. But you're not interested in leaving, simply not-trusting of us already, and trying to bluff your way for the information you desire.” Hopefully now everyone would start to have second thoughts... I mean come on, not only did she manage to strike him before he could react, but she called him out on his bluff... a mere human couldn't do stuff like THAT.

[DoctorFaust]

While Karliah is wasting time talking, Free twiddles his fingers and mumbles a few words, and his sword glows blue for a few short seconds. Then, when she turns back around to face him, he strikes out with a roar of "For the Eternal Flame!"

Free action to remove a hand from his sword, standard action to cast True Strike, a free action to return it, and a standard action to attack.

[roll0]
[roll1]

[supernerd]

Dorian looked at the mortal voiced newcomer and crossed his arms. "I don't think starting a fight is the best way to get someone to willingly sign something they refused to sign." it was probably best not to alter the contract without some sort of foreknowledge, but if Free wasn't going to sign, then there was no reason he couldn't leave. "Free, I think you can take him."

Inspire Courage! Perform Oratory! Words of Creation, Badge of Valor. Taking [roll0] nonlethal, and Free and Myself get +34 Morale to Attack and Damage, and +35 on saves against fear.
Inspire Greatness: +6 Competence to Hit, +3 Competence to Fort Saves, [roll1] bonus HP. +6HD for effects.
Also, Free counts as an Ally for Snowsong, While Tempest makes a DC49 Will Save or suffer a 20% Spell Failure Chance.

[drack]

As confrontation sparks your divine powers feel heightened, stronger, ready to face off against any foe if there be need.
Up to DvR 5 Man, these IRL days just get longer and longer and longer ay? :smalltongue:

[Tempestfury]

Karliah just lets the blow land without flinching, arching an eyebrow at Dorian when he put his new power to use towards helping Free land the blow against her. Not that the damage was off any importance regardless. Despite his big sword and tall body, Free wasn’t exactly hitting very hard all things considered. “Really? You tell me not to start a fight. Then you go ahead and help this guy actually start a fight? In case you didn’t notice. I didn’t start a fight. I landed a light blow with the flat of my blade on Mister Smity in order to make a point about being a god myself, and not just a women. No more, no less, no intention for further violence. So don’t lecture me about starting and fight, when I actually don’t do anything to start a fight and you actively help someone start a pointless fight?”

Yeah, Karliah was not going to fight here. Let Free do all the posturing and shouting that he so desired. Karliah was confident she could take him in a one on one fight. If Dorian decided to gang up on her however... well, that would be a different matter entirely. Still, she wasn’t here to fight, and so she wasn’t going to fight at all. Let muscle-heads be muscle-heads. She had more important things to get on with. Like creating the world. “So, if the two of you are done teaming up on me, I would prefer it if we can get down to businesses and start creating the world now." She did not want to deal with boyish behavior for much longer

[DoctorFaust]

Free grins broadly, and swings his sword up to point at Karliah, a point of light appearing at its tip. "You talk too much. If you want to start a fight, don't be afraid to finish it! In the name of the Flame, reach on towards tomorrow and grasp it in your hands! GIGA...."

"BREAKER!"

At the last shouted word, a pillar of light that spirals down to a point shoots out of his sword, and lances at Karliah.

Divine Blast.

[roll0]+34 from the song that I forgot about, so actually 113

[supernerd]

"I'm not helping him start a pointless fight, and landing a blow on a god doesn't mean you yourself are a god, it just means you're good at what you do, or lucky. If you had done so by manifesting a salient divine ability, then that's different, but you just hit him with your sword. Being a woman has nothing to do with it. Besides, if you're not going to stop Free from leaving, there shouldn't be a reason for him to fight, and I'm not drawing a weapon on you unless you try to hit me." Dorian looks at the other two, the god of Freedom who's probably done with this, and the wannabe with a Programmed Image Divine Realm. "If someone dies, they can just be resurrected."

[drack]

Free grins broadly, and swings his sword up to point at Karliah, a point of light appearing at its tip. "You talk too much. If you want to start a fight, don't be afraid to finish it! In the name of the Flame, reach on towards tomorrow and grasp it in your hands! GIGA...."

"BREAKER!"

At the last shouted word, a pillar of light that spirals down to a point shoots out of his sword, and lances at Karliah.

Divine Blast.

[roll0]

As the divine power explodes against the mortal woman your divine powers heighten one last time.

Divine rank 6! ... it feels like that was probably 2 weeks IRL...


Come now, my fellow gods, let us look for a solution rather then slaying mortals. Mortal woman, if you wish to help then how about searching for more deities for us? If the contract is not activated there must be more in this vast... nothingness. Mondfley raises his hands as if to emphasize how empty it is.

[Drako_Beoulve]

"ENOUGH!", her godly voice manifested, "Free if you want to leave, do it, and you Karliah, you came late to this meeting and then act like a child starting a fight, we are trying to create something here, so act like a mature deity!"

[Tempestfury]

“What is it with people scolding me for starting a fight?” Karliah said in expression as Free proved himself to be a complete muscle-headed idiot, and continued to attack her... this time, the Vigilante didn’t just tank the attack like before... instead, it just passed right through her as if she wasn’t there, to lance off into the distance and explode about a mile away from them. “I have not started a fight. All I did was tap Free with the flat of my blade. He’s the one being a muscle-headed battle-hungry immature idiot attacking me and demanding that I ‘finish the fight’ when he’s the one insisting that there was a fight in the first place.”

“Honestly, for supposed gods, your intelligence is alarmingly lacking.” Karliah said with a frustrated growl, shaking her head in disbelief in how she managed to misjudge them all so strongly after her curious examination from them... Karliah had thought them all to be allies, yet currently they were proving to be nothing more than morons with too much power. “First we have Mondfley here. For all of his intelligence and knowledge. He still stubbornly refuses to acknowledge me as a god, even when I have proven myself as a god several times over. Simply because I have learned to control the entire booming voice thing.”

Karliah then gestured at those who have accused her of a crime she did not commit. Free, Dorian and Astrid, as she said flatly. “Then of course, we have the three of you. All claiming that I started a fight, and scolding me for it. In case you haven’t noticed. I haven’t actually attacked anyone. Free is the one attacking me, and Dorian is the one helping him attack me. All I’m doing is standing here, and let them attack me because I’m not an idiot who starts pointless fights.” Then, Karliah turned her gaze to Dorian and gestured to her shadowed body, saying. “Plus, whilst I am clad in shadows, my voice and face identify myself as a female, NOT a male.”

[drack]

“What is it with people scolding me for starting a fight?” Karliah said in expression as Free proved himself to be a complete muscle-headed idiot, and continued to attack her... this time, the Vigilante didn’t just tank the attack like before... instead, it just passed right through her as if she wasn’t there, to lance off into the distance and explode about a mile away from them. “I have not started a fight. All I did was tap Free with the flat of my blade. He’s the one being a muscle-headed battle-hungry immature idiot attacking me and demanding that I ‘finish the fight’ when he’s the one insisting that there was a fight in the first place.”

“Honestly, for supposed gods, your intelligence is alarmingly lacking.” Karliah said with a frustrated growl, shaking her head in disbelief in how she managed to misjudge them all so strongly after her curious examination from them... Karliah had thought them all to be allies, yet currently they were proving to be nothing more than morons with too much power. “First we have Mondfley here. For all of his intelligence and knowledge. He still stubbornly refuses to acknowledge me as a god, even when I have proven myself as a god several times over. Simply because I have learned to control the entire booming voice thing.”

Karliah then gestured at those who have accused her of a crime she did not commit. Free, Dorian and Astrid, as she said flatly. “Then of course, we have the three of you. All claiming that I started a fight, and scolding me for it. In case you haven’t noticed. I haven’t actually attacked anyone. Free is the one attacking me, and Dorian is the one helping him attack me. All I’m doing is standing here, and let them attack me because I’m not an idiot who starts pointless fights.” Then, Karliah turned her gaze to Dorian and gestured to her shadowed body, saying. “Plus, whilst I am clad in shadows, my voice and face identify myself as a female, NOT a male.”

Mondfley laughs, though probably more in an effort to diffuse the growing hostilities then for actual humor. "It is not your voice for which I judge your divinity, but the energies about you. You do not project the same sort of energy, the air about you does not cackle with divine sparks. As for your claims of proving divinity, what are you going to try next, shouting at us to prove that your voice 'booms' of all things? Come mortal, you have shown us that you can dodge a god and that you can hit one, though you seem to be denying that action now. Then you call us childish as you deny your own actions, call those among us immature idiots and condemn our intelligence for refusing to accept your power. Clear verbal taunts, then you turn and tell us that you are not an idiot after all, yet you found this premise on not starting fights as if assault and verbal provocation could not be further from the will to initiate confrontation. How about trying to mend some fences before breaking more. If you do not wish to fight the tall god why not apologize for your own assault and inquire as to making amends. If you want to prove your divinity why not do something that any well trained mortal couldn't do, that is to say something besides hitting people and dodging them. If you want to prove that you are indeed not a confrontational being with little enough sense as to start a war with a coalition of gods, no matter how newly formed, I might suggest not trying to provoke them so much." While his words are delivered with calm reason, mondfley shrugs at the end as if to grant you permission to do as you wished. From the bloodthirsty look in the former scribe's eyes it looked like contrary to his diplomatic speech, some part of him would still rather watch blood be spilled.

[Tempestfury]

Karliah, took in long, deep breath in as she closed her eyes. Feeling her frustrations of the idiocy and the arrogance of the others rising... so she made steps to fight against it, letting it all build up... but letting it out in a single, long exhalation. This centreing of herself however, wasn’t simply an effort to keep herself calm however... but so she could focus on on the tightly restrained power that she had swiftly learned to control after he new-found divinity arose... and let that restraint slip.

The change was immediate.

The realm of darkness that Karliah had changed and became more pronounced. No longer was it just a pit of darkness that held many secrets. But a darkness that held an aura of violence and struggle. The darkness in which many monsters and creatures lived and did their work within... and the harsh battle taken in order to defeat these monsters. Karliah herself changed. Amongst the others, she had seemed smaller, less powerful, less... divine. Now however... her divinity could not be denied. Her power radiated from her, echoing her dark realm with the sense of violences and the shadows... yet somehow, it held a light to it. A light, that was protected by her shadows and violence. The shadow knew that the fight would never end... yet would keep fighting regardless. All to keep the light safe... which was Karliah’s compassion and love for her fellow man... and it shone bright.

“I hope there is no more questions about my right to stand aside you now.” Karliah said, her voice now echoing with the same booming tint as the others did, taking no effort for it to take form now that she was letting the others see the full power and breadth of her divinity. “As for the questions on my actions. I admit fully to have tapping Free on the side. However, it was not an attack, and my intention was to make it clear to him, that such disrespect as openly threatening to kill me, simply for standing in front of him desiring to talk. Was not disrespect I would tolerate to hear again. I am his equal, and I will be treated like one.”

“As for the fact I just insulted the intelligence of others here? I admit, my frustrations got to me in that moment. But my point is not without its merits. We are not mortals, but gods... and gods that are to be the main gods of the new world. It is my belief that as gods, we must think carefully, before passing judgement, and consider the intentions of an action as much as the action itself. Hence, I ask for you to judgement once more on the situation before you. Who is the one who is actually starting the fight?

“You have myself, who stepped out of the way when threatened to, and only tapped Free lightly in order to make a point that I should not be treated with such disrespect, and have done nothing to actively defend myself, despite Free’s constant attacks against me. Let alone no retaliation on my part. Then you have Free. Who threatened to kill me, or ‘cut me down’, simply for standing in his way and wanting dissuade him from his current path. And after I had moved out of his way, admittedly after tapping him with my blade. Decided it was best to turn and bring his full power against me, for reasons I do not entirely understand.”

“Who is the one starting the fight? For now, I simply ask you to reconsider that, and then we can hopefully move on to why we are here, signing the contract.” With that said, Karliah breathed in deeply just as before.... though this time it wasn’t to let go of her frustrations. But simply to focus herself, and restrain her powers... not as tightly as before mind you. She didn’t want the scholor thinking it was an illusion... but Karliah detested being so... obvious to everyone.

[supernerd]

“Plus, whilst I am clad in shadows, my voice and face identify myself as a female, NOT a male.”[/COLOR]

Dorian looks at the newcomer. "I'll pass off the rest as misunderstanding and a difference in the notion you have of assault meaning assault that does not harm rather than assault. Though, if you're making that argument, I was of the opinion that we could have just resurrected you if this went on long enough to be fatal. However, I never called you male. I said that you being a woman didn't matter when we were discussing your designation of mortal or not rather than race and gender. If you want to find further fault with people, pay attention when you do. Now if you are a god, it seems like the contract is as it shall be, unless everyone's okay with editing it with the risk of it becoming inert, so sign or don't. It's whatever."

[Drako_Beoulve]

"I said enough!, stop arguing about who's started a fight and insult throwing, PLEASE focus in the matter of which we are gathered here, you can kill each other after we finish here.", Astrid became a little upset.

[DoctorFaust]

"If you cry pardon, this matter shall be done," Free says, keeping his sword trained on Karliah. "I was not the one who struck the first blow. And yes, you were right about me bluffing. Then. Now, I do not think I want to be associated with anyone of your ilk, or any of those that would be associated with you."

[drack]

Mondfley speaks quietly, without any emphasis, yet still, perhaps by divine power alone, his voice can still be heard over the fighting. "Well, it seems we've gathered what signatures we may here. As much as this may be the only entertainment we'll have for years, I fear that this only heightens the necessity of creation in my mind. Let us begin walking and see if we cannot find another."

[Starmage21]

Lecerat has been up until now very still and very quiet. The altercation that has proceeded until now stole the focus away from the true discussion at hand, and he has not so much as moved since. Then Mondfley speaks, and Lecerat physically looks towards the fighting, in spite of everyone here being able to "see" in all directions for miles.

"Yes. If we're lucky, as we travel our creation will spring into existence as one of these fools annihilates the other and we suddenly have the quorum we previously needed."

Lecerat sighs, pausing for a moment to muse to himself and perhaps Mondfley and anyone else that is still listening

"I'm all for fighting battles, but it should be done skillfully and with all due malice. That crowd seems to have devolved into bickering and posturing when none were previously necessary. Power corrupts, and it is a fun ride all the way to damnation. I'll bet none of them have the education necessary to even recognize facets of their own psychology."

"Our multiverse may grow quickly in the beginning, but I believe it may be a good idea to not let any new mortals stew about in dark ages. I will sponsor war colleges, to teach proper gentlemanly conduct and strategy."

[Tempestfury]

Karliah was done with discussion and arguing. The fact she got involved with it in the first place was a bad move on her part... it showed that she her recovery still had a long way to go, and becoming a god didn’t simply unshackle you from the mistakes and imperfections of morality... whilst Free demanded an apology, he was ignored. Karliah was done with was muscle-headed battle-hungry idiot. Instead, she moved on to perform the act she had intend to do every since she approached the others... that is, stepping forwards and swiftly signing the contract. This time, if Free felt the need to attack her still for not apologizing when HE was the one that struck the first blow... then she would no longer keep her sword sheathed.

[DoctorFaust]

Free nods as Karliah ignores him, and mutters, "Craven."

He turns to the other gods with a swirl of his cape, and offers all but the woman in black a bow. "May you have long days and pleasant nights," he says. "If there are ever days and nights again." He turns to Karliah, and spits at her feet. "And as for you, may you have many days and bad health."

With one last twirl of his cape, he strides from the chamber and disappears into a spiral of energy.

[drack]

As the gathering of gods ventures forth, the shimmering of spells can be seen in the distance, like a shining star flickering at the horizon.

Doc-Faust

Time seems to stretch on without passing around you as your travel, but that itself was just the way of the world as it is now. You come upon an old man in a brown travelers-robe sitting on the nothingness of space. Immediately you can tell he is not a god for he has neither a divine aura nor a divine realm about him. The old man is facing away from you, though not in the opposite direction either. Still he hasn't reacted to your presence so he probably hasn't noticed you yet.

[DoctorFaust]

Time seems to stretch on without passing around you as your travel, but that itself was just the way of the world as it is now. You come upon an old man in a brown travelers-robe sitting on the nothingness of space. Immediately you can tell he is not a god for he has neither a divine aura nor a divine realm about him. The old man is facing away from you, though not in the opposite direction either. Still he hasn't reacted to your presence so he probably hasn't noticed you yet.


Free walks up to him cautiously, and sits down besides the old man. "Well met, traveler," he says, gathering his cloak around him. "Would you share this patch of space with another?"

[drack]

Free

The man jumps as he hears you, and jumps again as he catches sight of you. "Well my, my, a god! I thought your lot were extinct. Killed off by that, er, warrior fellow." The man moves over as if to make room, though in the vast nothingness that is, the gesture seems highly unnecessary. "I would offer to share this space, but it seems without the gods there is no more space to share. Quite funny when you think about it isn't it?" The old man laughs nervously as one might had they not talked to anyone for a long time.

[DoctorFaust]

Free

The man jumps as he hears you, and jumps again as he catches sight of you. "Well my, my, a god! I thought your lot were extinct. Killed off by that, er, warrior fellow." The man moves over as if to make room, though in the vast nothingness that is, the gesture seems highly unnecessary. "I would offer to share this space, but it seems without the gods there is no more space to share. Quite funny when you think about it isn't it?" The old man laughs nervously as one might had they not talked to anyone for a long time.


"Yes, they were. The old ones, by all accounts, are dead and gone from this world. It has moved without them, and things are afoot." Free doffs his hat, and rests it on a knee. "After all, here, things can change. A man might become a god if enough believe in him, if he truly does live on in their hearts."

He rummages around in his sack for a moment, and then withdraws a small box, which he offers to the old man. "It's not much, but its filling. At least the old magics have kept their potency. But might I ask about your voice? I've heard an accent like that few places before, and I was well traveled in life."

[drack]

Free
"Why thank you. As for my accent it's..."
A voice interrupts seeming to come from the man, though this voice does not speak with the man's lips but as if of it's own volition. "Don't mess this up."
Another voice speaks up and another until it begins to sound more like a bickering mob then a simple interruption.
"You've gotta get this right, don't go freaking him out now."
"Yeah, play it cool, you got this."
"Just roll with it and see where it goes. What's the worst that could happen?" "The worst that can happen? Don't get me started on the worst that can happen!" "Yeah, don't worry about it, you've done this a hundred times before." "Unsuccessfully." "Not helping..." "Well hows about you just deflect. Like try talking about girls or something?" "What about the food, talk about the food." "No his hat, comment on the hat." "I don't really like his hat." "I like it, I think it looks cool." "Guys, I don't think this is helping." "Why sure it is, we're giving good advice here." "Yeah, don't nose in!" "Yeah, but we're going to make him look crazy at this rate." "Yeah, quiet quiet."

As the voices finally settle the old man casually remarks. "Mmm, good food... oh, and nice hat... I like the uh..." Switching to undercommon the man hastily asks "What about the hat?"

"the shape." "the color" "the design" "How it goes with his hair" "How it matches his eyes."

"Matches your eyes very well." The old man finishes tentatively.

OOC

Apologies, I fear these days I have a bad tendency to re-purpose old characters... :smalltongue:

[DoctorFaust]

Free
"Why thank you. As for my accent it's..."
A voice interrupts seeming to come from the man, though this voice does not speak with the man's lips but as if of it's own volition. "Don't mess this up."
Another voice speaks up and another until it begins to sound more like a bickering mob then a simple interruption.
"You've gotta get this right, don't go freaking him out now."
"Yeah, play it cool, you got this."
"Just roll with it and see where it goes. What's the worst that could happen?" "The worst that can happen? Don't get me started on the worst that can happen!" "Yeah, don't worry about it, you've done this a hundred times before." "Unsuccessfully." "Not helping..." "Well hows about you just deflect. Like try talking about girls or something?" "What about the food, talk about the food." "No his hat, comment on the hat." "I don't really like his hat." "I like it, I think it looks cool." "Guys, I don't think this is helping." "Why sure it is, we're giving good advice here." "Yeah, don't nose in!" "Yeah, but we're going to make him look crazy at this rate." "Yeah, quiet quiet."

As the voices finally settle the old man casually remarks. "Mmm, good food... oh, and nice hat... I like the uh..." Switching to undercommon the man hastily asks "What about the hat?"

"the shape." "the color" "the design" "How it goes with his hair" "How it matches his eyes."

"Matches your eyes very well." The old man finishes tentatively.

OOC

Apologies, I fear these days I have a bad tendency to re-purpose old characters... :smalltongue:



"V-Vemrya?" Free stutters. "Are you truly the Knight of a Thousand Minds?" He reaches out as if to touch the old man, but instead shakes his head roughly and withdraws his hand. "No, those were stories for children. You could not be he."

He bows his head respectfully, and takes a small amount of food from the box. "Thank you for the compliment. It was fiendishly difficult to find a hat that doesn't clash with gaudy spirals. So what's your name, then? Or, names, I suppose."

I'm fine with it, as long as I'm allowed to make references not a single one of you will get.

[drack]

Free

"No, no..." The old man replies "...or... maybe." His brow furrows. "I was imprisoned as an abomination, a threat to the gods. Have you come to imprison me again?" The old man asks as if making idle conversation, his voice free of any hostility.

OOC
Nah, go for it mate. I love when characters have their own unique culture. :smallbiggrin:

[DoctorFaust]

Free

"No, no..." The old man replies "...or... maybe." His brow furrows. "I was imprisoned as an abomination, a threat to the gods. Have you come to imprison me again?" The old man asks as if making idle conversation, his voice free of any hostility.

"No," Free replies, quite emphatically. "I am not here to imprison anyone, except perhaps if they were to try and kill me." He settles back, as if in an armchair, and tilts his head. "But what could you possibly have done that would make you a threat to gods? All you've shown is the ability to hold many conversations at once, and that seems like a rather useful skill to have."

[drack]

Free

No, that's them, or rather... The old man draws a small charm from within his cloak. "Speak." he commands it. "What do you want me to say?" The charm asks skeptically. "Something, anything." The old man tells the charm. "OK, hello, pleased to meet you. Not really sure what more there is to say." The charm itself seems to be a magical item.

[supernerd]

Mondfley speaks quietly, without any emphasis, yet still, perhaps by divine power alone, his voice can still be heard over the fighting. "Well, it seems we've gathered what signatures we may here. As much as this may be the only entertainment we'll have for years, I fear that this only heightens the necessity of creation in my mind. Let us begin walking and see if we cannot find another."

Dorian watches Free go off and looks back to the other gods. "So we're off to find others? Well then let's be off. Where do we think we'll be off to? Just give me a moment for a few bits." After a second, Dorian is a little closer to the contract, glowing. He smiles as he takes a deep breath.

When they saw the flicker in the distance. He spoke, "Are we going to go say hi?"

Time Stop SLA [roll0]
Alter Reality: Greater Luminous Armor
Alter Reality: Conviction

[drack]

As the gathering of gods ventures forth, the shimmering of spells can be seen in the distance, like a shining star flickering at the horizon.

:smallwink:

[Tempestfury]

“Good riddance.” Karliah muttered under her breath when Free vanished, focusing herself once more in order to pull the natural display of her divinity again once more. Letting her aura of power and booming voice fade away once more. Karliah had proven that she was a god to the others now... and the muscle-bound idiot was out of the way now. So they could all concentrate on more important matters, like finding more gods.

“Yes... going and finding the source of those spells is a pretty good idea.” Karliah agreed, also noticing the shimmering of magic towards the ‘horizon’ in which this bleak place had. Showing that there was other forms of life out there... and Karliah hoped they also had divinity, so that they could craft a new world. “Before we go however.... Dorian, wasn’t it? Can you promise that if we encounter Free again... you don’t interfere with our fight?”

[Starmage21]

"I doubt that anything worthwhile would come of such an encounter. Let him wander the formless waste for a time, he may yet find direction and the strength to act, if not directly as a leader, than a model to follow."

Lecerat looks towards the light

"Let us proceed. I do not wish to stay in this formless chaos forever."

[Drako_Beoulve]

Astrid finish to understand her new powers as a Goddess gave them a shot.

I use Alter reality to Wish for +5 Inherent bonus to all my stats (sheet already updated)

[DoctorFaust]

Free

No, that's them, or rather... The old man draws a small charm from within his cloak. "Speak." he commands it. "What do you want me to say?" The charm asks skeptically. "Something, anything." The old man tells the charm. "OK, hello, pleased to meet you. Not really sure what more there is to say." The charm itself seems to be a magical item.


"Pleased to meet you as well, ser. Truly, that is an interesting charm," Free says, leaning over to get a closer look at it. "Did you make it yourself?"

[supernerd]

“Yes... going and finding the source of those spells is a pretty good idea.” Karliah agreed, also noticing the shimmering of magic towards the ‘horizon’ in which this bleak place had. Showing that there was other forms of life out there... and Karliah hoped they also had divinity, so that they could craft a new world. “Before we go however.... Dorian, wasn’t it? Can you promise that if we encounter Free again... you don’t interfere with our fight?”

Dorian looked to Karliah. "No. Though would inspiring the both of you count as interference? But still, I can't promise. Or I guess I could, but I don't want to decide about that sort of thing until it happens, so I won't. Shall we be going?"

[drack]

Approaching the confrontation in an instant via teleportation you arrive to find woman in a midnight black dress standing in a divine realm that resembles a baron field with dead trees and a full moon overhead. Across from her stands a huge iron golem of humanoid design yet without any detail or aspect aside from ten faces which cover the whole of its form wrapping about it. As you materialize you see the goddess teleport back Some thousand feet and launch a salvo of magical attacks. A swarm of magic missiles, twinned arcanely fused orbs of each elemental type, two fireballs, and a wall of force between herself and the golem. Like water the spells splashed off the golem's hard form, melting away, and as the golem charges even the wall of force dissipates before it. "Come to me and die!" The golem exclaims as its fist passes right through where the woman is. At the last instant however she teleoprts twenty feet to the left. The golem seems to have anticipated this though as it's right into the path of its second fist. Again however the woman vanishes reappearing another 60' ahead of the golem.

Party up.

Free

"Why no, well yes, but no. Before the coming of Gravvrox, and before the great war that preempted her arrival I too was a god once. They made themselves for me as my guardians, but I am god no more but simply another of the fallen." Trading the charm for another he hands it to you. "Here, take this with you on your travels. What use has an old man for such things? ...and if I'm to be a knight of a thousand minds clearly I must loose some at some point."

Dismissing the topic the old man asks "How is it you came to be out here alone? Should not the gods have better things to do at such a time?"

[DoctorFaust]

"Why no, well yes, but no. Before the coming of Gravvrox, and before the great war that preempted her arrival I too was a god once. They made themselves for me as my guardians, but I am god no more but simply another of the fallen." Trading the charm for another he hands it to you. "Here, take this with you on your travels. What use has an old man for such things? ...and if I'm to be a knight of a thousand minds clearly I must loose some at some point."

Dismissing the topic the old man asks "How is it you came to be out here alone? Should not the gods have better things to do at such a time?"


Free takes the charm with a smile of thanks, and loops it over his head. "As it turns out, gods are no different than mortal men and women. There was a meeting called by a new deity, but those present showed themselves to be prejudiced and in a few cases, incredibly small minded and insulting. So I chose to leave, and try to help the remnants as I did in life. I went wandering through the formless wastes, and eventually I happened upon you. And, well, a talk seemed like a pleasant way to spend the time, especially after so long in silence."

[drack]

Free

"Yes, it certainly is a disillusioning process, and certainly the whims of the gods never ceases to frighten and amaze me, yet even as a god I've always thought of myself as a mortal, as but a man. I try to imagine, what great changes might be made upon the world, what great improvements if only I could teach my fellow god an ounce of wisdom, to share with them the knowledge of past follies... Alas that was before I too was imprisoned by their whims." Smiling kindly the man adds "Ultimately I figure we all have to make our own choices though and to live by them. I figure that the choices of everyone guide the future with the combined wisdom and folly of all, especially those we don't recognize as such. Well if that makes any sense anyways." The man laughs lightheartedly. "I don't suppose there's anything you'd like to know, is there?" Slowly the man begins to get up and stretch out.

[Starmage21]

Lecerat speaks to the woman with the divine realm
"Do you require assistance against this menace? I would be happy to assist in exchange for a favor to be named at some future time."

Lecerat draws his great sword and sets his shield to floating about his person

[Drako_Beoulve]

"I think She's doing pretty well", Astrid smirked, she is enjoying the fight by remembering countless fight she had. wonder how I will perform with this new powers.... Suddenly, sparks came from her hand as a traslucent lance made of energy appears, she made the lance enlarge to a 20 ft size and recklessly proceed to throw it at the golem.


Thunderlance SLA, enlarged to 20 ft.
Ranged attack to the Golem: [roll0], Damage: [roll1] (forgot the +8 from STR) = 42 Force energy damage

[supernerd]

Dorian smiled on one side as he looked at the fight. It's a Golem, but obviously a better one. It looks like it's got an Antimagic Feild of sorts to walk through a Wall of Force. Looks like we're using physical weapons. Let me help with that." He Draws his bow then pops up 100ft from the Golem shortly there after, a song like starlight on his lips as he waves a hand.

[roll0] Listing Standard Actions, Move Actions place me in Archery range.
Round 1: Bardic Music: Inspire Courage (WoC [roll1]nonlethal, Badge of Valor) +26 Morale Attack/Damage/Saves vs Fear, Inspire Greatness +6 Competence Attack/+3 Fort/+[roll2]HP, Inspire Legion BAB=22 +2 Competence to Damage
Round 2: Divine Agility
Round 3: Greater Visage of the Deity
Round 4: Recitation SLA
Round 5: Ready Action Haste for coming out of Timestop

[DoctorFaust]

Free

"Yes, it certainly is a disillusioning process, and certainly the whims of the gods never ceases to frighten and amaze me, yet even as a god I've always thought of myself as a mortal, as but a man. I try to imagine, what great changes might be made upon the world, what great improvements if only I could teach my fellow god an ounce of wisdom, to share with them the knowledge of past follies... Alas that was before I too was imprisoned by their whims." Smiling kindly the man adds "Ultimately I figure we all have to make our own choices though and to live by them. I figure that the choices of everyone guide the future with the combined wisdom and folly of all, especially those we don't recognize as such. Well if that makes any sense anyways." The man laughs lightheartedly. "I don't suppose there's anything you'd like to know, is there?" Slowly the man begins to get up and stretch out.


"Yes, I suppose it is quite disillusioning, despite having met one of the old gods long ago, and despite knowing that the new, including myself, were all mortal until just recently." Free sighs, and stands beside the old man."And the only question I really got is if you know where any other remnants might be. And perhaps if you would like a walking companion for a ways."

[Tempestfury]

Karliah had already pieced together that the golem wasn’t just an ordinary ice golem, but seemed to have an anti-magic effect surrounding it. Though, the range of the field wasn’t as long as its fists, as the women still showed itself to be able to teleport away when the golem went to attack... either way. Dorian’s statement was fully agreed to by Karliah, and as the bard jumped into range of its bow, Karliah skipped them, teleporting very close to the golem before blitzing forwards. Katana coming out to cut and slash at the creature... even without Dorian's help, Karliah was extremely confident that she would be able to easily vanquish this beast. After her first slash made simply getting close to the beast, Karliah was able to focus on the golem and make a devastating attack against the Iron Golem... a strike fueled by her pain and desire for violence.

Move Action puts me say, 20 feet away from the golem. Activating Final Denouncemt, allowing me to move up to my speed, and make an attack against any target I get close to. Moving up to the golem, and of course its the target of my attack. Irresistible Blows means my attack is made as a Touch Attack, as I have moved 10 feet, Unstoppable Utterance activates, giving me +5 attack. BAB is up to 22 due to Inspire Legion, which is a +6 bonus to me. Add on Inspire Greatnes and Inspire Courage, and I gain +38 to attack from Dorian

[roll0]+[roll1] [roll2] + 2x Inspired Vengeance

Now that I am in range, I will be using my Standard Action in order to use Heavenly Blade of the Scarlet Throne against the Golem. As this is a strike, Whispers of Atrocity now activities. Allowing me to ignore all immunities that the golem has, and force it to make a DC 34, +5 from Unstoppable Utterance so DC 39 Will Save or be paralyzed for [roll3] rounds. This also includes includes immunity to critical strikes, and my Katana's Crit Range is 14-20.

[roll4]+[roll5] [roll6] + 2x Inspired Vengeance
[roll7]+[roll8] [roll9] + 2x Inspired Vengeance

[Starmage21]

Lecerat did not care who or what the ice-golem was. His attempt to garner favor from the female being was the only thing that really mattered. This artificial life form would be destroyed, even without some favor owed, chances were likely that the female would feel some form of appreciation for his assistance.

Lecerat charges, his great sword swung high overhead, crashing into the golem with a furious flurry of blows that occurs with merciless fury and blinding speed. His divine realm dims as clouds roil overhead, the green grass of the battlefield darkens to a deep green in the shade:

Weapon: Ghost-Touch Adamantine Greatsword of Speed
Swift: Raging Mongoose (Boost)
Full: Pouncing Charge (Strike) + Power Attack(21)+Leap Attack+Shock Trooper (-21 AC, +63 Damage)
7 Attacks:
Attack, [roll1] Damage, [roll2] Possble Crit, [roll3] Crit-Damage
[roll4] Attack, [roll5] Damage, [roll6] Possble Crit, [roll7] Crit-Damage
[roll8] Attack, [roll9] Damage, [roll10] Possble Crit, [roll11] Crit-Damage
[roll12] Attack, [roll13] Damage, [roll14] Possble Crit, [roll15] Crit-Damage
[roll16] Attack, [roll17] Damage, [roll18] Possble Crit, [roll19] Crit-Damage
[roll20] Attack, [roll21] Damage, [roll22] Possble Crit, [roll23] Crit-Damage
[roll24] Attack, [roll25] Damage, [roll26] Possble Crit, [roll27] Crit-Damage
[roll]1d20+43 Attack, 2d6+83 Damage, 1d20+43 Possble Crit, 2d6+83 Crit-Damage
1d20+43 Attack, 2d6+83 Damage, 1d20+43 Possble Crit, 2d6+83 Crit-Damage
1d20+43 Attack, 2d6+83 Damage, 1d20+43 Possble Crit, 2d6+83 Crit-Damage
1d20+43 Attack, 2d6+83 Damage, 1d20+43 Possble Crit, 2d6+83 Crit-Damage
1d20+38 Attack, 2d6+83 Damage, 1d20+38 Possble Crit, 2d6+83 Crit-Damage
1d20+33 Attack, 2d6+83 Damage, 1d20+33 Possble Crit, 2d6+83 Crit-Damage
1d20+28 Attack, 2d6+83 Damage, 1d20+28 Possble Crit, 2d6+83 Crit-Damage
Stupid preview deleting rolls rolling in OOC. this is derp.

[Mechanix]

"Such a strange creature. I'll say - I should like to slay and investigate its make."

The golem appeared impervious to magic, so Anankê did not bother to cast a spell at it. Waving her hand, she stopped time. With another gesture, she conjured a masterfully crafted bow of black wood and a quiver of arrows; with another she faded from sight and took a few steps away to catch her opponent by surprise.Then she nocked the arrow, and when time resumed its course she fired an onslaught of arrows at the creature.

Automatic Metamagic (Quicken) to cast Time Stop. Alter Reality as a standard action to create a masterwork composite bow allowing for a Strength bonus of +13. Greater Invisibility. Quickened Bull's Strength. Move actions to come in arrow range.

When time resumes, full attack (the bonuses from the bard are listed):
Attack 1: [roll0], Damage: [roll1]
Attack 2 (Haste): [roll2], Damage: [roll3]
Attack 3: [roll4], Damage: [roll5]
Attack 4: [roll6], Damage: [roll7]
Attack 5: [roll8], Damage: [roll9]

[drack]

Lecerat speaks to the woman with the divine realm
"Do you require assistance against this menace? I would be happy to assist in exchange for a favor to be named at some future time."

Lecerat draws his great sword and sets his shield to floating about his person

The woman doesn't turn or react, her whole body consumed with the intricate subtleties of her art. Still you feel her telepathic frown as if at a bad joke.

"I think She's doing pretty well", Astrid smirked, she is enjoying the fight by remembering countless fight she had. wonder how I will perform with this new powers.... Suddenly, sparks came from her hand as a traslucent lance made of energy appears, she made the lance enlarge to a 20 ft size and recklessly proceed to throw it at the golem.


Thunderlance SLA, enlarged to 20 ft.
Ranged attack to the Golem: [roll0], Damage: [roll1] (forgot the +8 from STR) = 42 Force energy damage


The lance strikes at the golem, vanishing from sight upon contact.

Dorian smiled on one side as he looked at the fight. It's a Golem, but obviously a better one. It looks like it's got an Antimagic Feild of sorts to walk through a Wall of Force. Looks like we're using physical weapons. Let me help with that." He Draws his bow then pops up 100ft from the Golem shortly there after, a song like starlight on his lips as he waves a hand.

[roll0] Listing Standard Actions, Move Actions place me in Archery range.
Round 1: Bardic Music: Inspire Courage (WoC [roll1]nonlethal, Badge of Valor) +26 Morale Attack/Damage/Saves vs Fear, Inspire Greatness +6 Competence Attack/+3 Fort/+[roll2]HP, Inspire Legion BAB=22 +2 Competence to Damage
Round 2: Divine Agility
Round 3: Greater Visage of the Deity
Round 4: Recitation SLA
Round 5: Ready Action Haste for coming out of Timestop

The golem jerks as if by instinct to confront his new foe before its eyes harden once more. "Foolish minstrel, flee me now and I may yet leave you lungs with which to draw those foul breaths."

Lecerat did not care who or what the iron-golem was. His attempt to garner favor from the female being was the only thing that really mattered. This artificial life form would be destroyed, even without some favor owed, chances were likely that the female would feel some form of appreciation for his assistance.

Lecerat charges, his great sword swung high overhead, crashing into the golem with a furious flurry of blows that occurs with merciless fury and blinding speed. His divine realm dims as clouds roil overhead, the green grass of the battlefield darkens to a deep green in the shade:

Weapon: Ghost-Touch Adamantine Greatsword of Speed
Swift: Raging Mongoose (Boost)
Full: Pouncing Charge (Strike) + Power Attack(21)+Leap Attack+Shock Trooper (-21 AC, +63 Damage)
7 Attacks:
[roll0] Attack, [roll1] Damage, [roll2] Possble Crit, [roll3] Crit-Damage
[roll4] Attack, [roll5] Damage, [roll6] Possble Crit, [roll7] Crit-Damage
[roll8] Attack, [roll9] Damage, [roll10] Possble Crit, [roll11] Crit-Damage
[roll12] Attack, [roll13] Damage, [roll14] Possble Crit, [roll15] Crit-Damage
[roll16] Attack, [roll17] Damage, [roll18] Possble Crit, [roll19] Crit-Damage
[roll20] Attack, [roll21] Damage, [roll22] Possble Crit, [roll23] Crit-Damage
[roll24] Attack, [roll25] Damage, [roll26] Possble Crit, [roll27] Crit-Damage
[roll0] Attack, [roll1] Damage, [roll2] Possble Crit, [roll3] Crit-Damage
[roll4] Attack, [roll5] Damage, [roll6] Possble Crit, [roll7] Crit-Damage
[roll8] Attack, [roll9] Damage, [roll10] Possble Crit, [roll11] Crit-Damage
[roll12] Attack, [roll13] Damage, [roll14] Possble Crit, [roll15] Crit-Damage
[roll16] Attack, [roll17] Damage, [roll18] Possble Crit, [roll19] Crit-Damage
[roll20] Attack, [roll21] Damage, [roll22] Possble Crit, [roll23] Crit-Damage
[roll24] Attack, [roll25] Damage, [roll26] Possble Crit, [roll27] Crit-Damage
Stupid preview deleting rolls rolling in OOC. this is derp.


Your sword darts quickly and agilely across the golem scraping upon its surface and giving flight to thousands of sparks that serve to illuminate the great expanse of nothingness like a thousand stars slowly fading back into the night. The golem however appears unphased by the assault, taking each of the heavy blows and rocking to its frame under each yet still not turning to this new attacker.

"Such a strange creature. I'll say - I should like to slay and investigate its make."

The golem appeared impervious to magic, so Anankê did not bother to cast a spell at it. Waving her hand, she stopped time. With another gesture, she conjured a masterfully crafted bow of black wood and a quiver of arrows; with another she faded from sight and took a few steps away to catch her opponent by surprise.Then she nocked the arrow, and when time resumed its course she fired an onslaught of arrows at the creature.

Automatic Metamagic (Quicken) to cast Time Stop. Alter Reality as a standard action to create a masterwork composite bow allowing for a Strength bonus of +13. Greater Invisibility. Quickened Bull's Strength. Move actions to come in arrow range.

When time resumes, full attack (the bonuses from the bard are listed):
Attack 1: [roll0], Damage: [roll1]
Attack 2 (Haste): [roll2], Damage: [roll3]
Attack 3: [roll4], Damage: [roll5]
Attack 4: [roll6], Damage: [roll7]
Attack 5: [roll8], Damage: [roll9]


The arrows strike true against the golem, shattering and showering shards about its hardened form. "In the name of the Lord of the Seventh Sun and The Ancient One who created me, and all those who have fallen from your craft I will destroy you witch. Fight me with honer and cease this evasive folly, we both know your magic runs thin no matter the gnats you summon from the darkness of void! Cast down your life and fall upon my fists that you might die."

"You underestimate me Rockfist of Many Voices, my craft is without limit, it is your form that will first fail."

"You speak brave words yet cower within the powers of divinity. How long until those powers desert you and you are left as weak as your daughter was to be made as pulp upon my fist?"

The goddess cringes visibly under the golem's words, keenly feeling the sting of hurt. Seizing the opening the golem rushes forward, fists swinging. A heavy uppercut aimed delicately at the goddess passes through the air once more causing the mists of the astral to swirl with the sheer force of its delivery, this time the witch appears behind the golem. Almost unnoticeable, one of the mouths snaps shut slashing through the air where the witch stood, and once more she slips back with the aid of her magics, cursing as the residues of temporal regression magic leech out into the air, dissipating almost instantly as the golem's seemingly decorative mouth closes to envelop it.

Mondfley calls out to the goddess (and everyone else may listen in), telepathically conveying the terms of the contract and requesting that she sign. With undue care he tosses the contract into the air, and in an instant the goddess moves to it, snatching it from the air and unfurling it without taking her eyes off the golem. Without a thought she casts Amanuensis, scribing the contents onto her skin as if to read the words through the scars they left. Without a second thought she casts arcane mark signing the contract, and once more power builds within the scroll, coming off it in waves. Almost in an instant the scroll seems to morph and shift, stretching out over the whole of existence and seeming to meld into it until the two are indistinguishable.
Day 0
The next instant the golem's fist caught the goddess causing her to explode into a spray of gore like a bug hit by a windshield, sending all her protective wards crashing down. Laughing the goddess taunts "Try as you might you'll be unable to slay me now. Go beast, go, seek your master and your creator, may you find likened minds with which to commiserate over your undeniable loss."

You cheat, you trick! The golem exclaims, its voice rolling like thunder through the nonexistent space. You treacherous witch, may your husk rot and your innards melt away. Above all may you meet the fate you deserve you wicked crone!

The power to create begins welling within each of you, though it still hasn't built enough to truly unleash itself upon the world. Around you your divine realms vanish leaving only the swirling nothingness of the astral plane.

"Yes, I suppose it is quite disillusioning, despite having met one of the old gods long ago, and despite knowing that the new, including myself, were all mortal until just recently." Free sighs, and stands beside the old man."And the only question I really got is if you know where any other remnants might be. And perhaps if you would like a walking companion for a ways."
Free
The old man shrugs. "A traveling companion would not hurt, though not for too long, I fear I've too many voices in my head even when alone." The old man chuckles as if it were funny, though still he seems earnest. "Though if you wish to find those who live you should seek The Seer of All, she would know who yet remains."

Suddenly you feel a power ripple through you, the contract must have been fulfilled, already the power to create begins gnawing at your bones still small as it is.

[supernerd]

Dorian smiles as he puts his bow away, giggling a bit. "As much as it is disappointing we didn't get to fight under my song some more, that's pretty great. Also pretty lucky that we only needed one more signature, which gives us the rough size of our current Pantheon. But turning on invincibility was a good one. So who was that?"

Checking the names: Arcana is the only one with a different bonus, so I'll just roll two others just in case there's something from The Planes or Religion.
Arcana: [roll0]
Other types:
[roll1]
[roll2]

[DoctorFaust]

Free
The old man shrugs. "A traveling companion would not hurt, though not for too long, I fear I've too many voices in my head even when alone." The old man chuckles as if it were funny, though still he seems earnest. "Though if you wish to find those who live you should seek The Seer of All, she would know who yet remains."

Suddenly you feel a power ripple through you, the contract must have been fulfilled, already the power to create begins gnawing at your bones still small as it is.

"Yes, a single conscience can sometimes be a curse, so I can only imagine how bad having that many would be. Especially if they disagree." When the feeling of power ripples through him, he grits his teeth, and turns on his heel to follow the old man. "And who, pray tell, is The Seer of All? That is not the name of any god I knew."

[drack]

Free

The old man chuckles lightheartedly. "Not all who yet live are gods my young godling. She is, as I, an abomination... oh my." The old man looks about only to shake his head. "It seems time exists once more. Your pantheon has begun to move, are you sure you have time to waste on an old man?"

Assuming you don't think so&say so

The old man shrugs. Looking down at his feet he requests "Boots, could you take us somewhere... random? No, no, no destinations, just take us, please?"
"Does 'us' include him?" the boots ask.
"Yes, he seems to enjoy your company."
"Well it's certainly not yours that he's sticking around for." The boots remark dryly.
In an instant reality twists and morphs about the two of you.
crunch

As per the "teleport" spell with an "off target" destination.

Suddenly you find yourself in a field of apple trees all twisted and knotted. Their branches intertwine like children all holding hands to form a lush canopy overhead filled with brilliant red apples which only seem to glow like miniature magical orbs. Through the winding branches of several trees you see two women sitting at a comfortable looking hand carved wooden bench. One of the woman has lush brown hair with sparkling blue eyes, and is wearing a flowing yet simple red dress. The other has a tangle of loose golden curls that seem to flop about her head over her brown eyes. The latter looks quite childish, dressed in a simple white dress with a small apple juice stain. Something feels off however.

"Why there you are! What happenstance, we were just talking about you!" The old man exclaims excitedly.

All at once the field of apples vanishes causing the two to fall until they regain their footing in the vast expanse of nothingness that once more dominates all of existence. In a rush you feel the powers of creation kindling within you once more and notice that was what was "off".

With a silent flopping of golden curls, the girl turns her head towards the two of you. "Old One, you're here I see, and who's this?"

"Why, how very rude, asking for introductions without first providing them yourself?" The old man feigns sternness and the girl's formality melts like hot butter.

"Oh you... This is the goddess Horiandra, our new god of harvest. Care to introduce yourself mister god of giant swordsmen? Her tone sounds mildly sarcastic, but somehow her eyes look anything but childish, they don't even look curious, they look like those of someone board who's decided to be happy and is through force of will alone. Moreover you note disapproval in her eyes as they roll over the old man.



Cursing bitterly the golem looks about at the ring of gods and runs off into the pre-creation emptiness of the multiverse-to-be.

Following the golem with his eyes ,"Yes." Mondfley confirms. "With eight signatories we must assume there's somewhere from fourteen to fifteen gods in existence at the moment ourselves included. If you wouldn't mind, I would go and make ready for mine own world, feel free to remain or part as you wish..." With that Mondfley vanishes, brimming with satisfaction that there will indeed be a reality after all.

[meemaas]

Hajime Katsumi

A man approaches the small collection of Gods, a surprisingly nondescript human with hands in his pockets. His hair was as red as a bright flame, and his eyes showed the same flame. Surrounding him was the most unusual part about him, he had a circle each of four different magical elements, a remnant from the world destroyed, they seemed to exist solely by his will. He came upon the group, smiling softly as he speaks. "Greetings, others. I am unclear as to what has been happening. In fact, I am lucky to have found you, I believe. I was wandering for some time until I felt a tug that led me to you."

[DoctorFaust]

Free

The old man chuckles lightheartedly. "Not all who yet live are gods my young godling. She is, as I, an abomination... oh my." The old man looks about only to shake his head. "It seems time exists once more. Your pantheon has begun to move, are you sure you have time to waste on an old man?"

Assuming you don't think so&say so

The old man shrugs. Looking down at his feet he requests "Boots, could you take us somewhere... random? No, no, no destinations, just take us, please?"
"Does 'us' include him?" the boots ask.
"Yes, he seems to enjoy your company."
"Well it's certainly not yours that he's sticking around for." The boots remark dryly.
In an instant reality twists and morphs about the two of you.
crunch

As per the "teleport" spell with an "off target" destination.

Suddenly you find yourself in a field of apple trees all twisted and knotted. Their branches intertwine like children all holding hands to form a lush canopy overhead filled with brilliant red apples which only seem to glow like miniature magical orbs. Through the winding branches of several trees you see two women sitting at a comfortable looking hand carved wooden bench. One of the woman has lush brown hair with sparkling blue eyes, and is wearing a flowing yet simple red dress. The other has a tangle of loose golden curls that seem to flop about her head over her brown eyes. The latter looks quite childish, dressed in a simple white dress with a small apple juice stain. Something feels off however.

"Why there you are! What happenstance, we were just talking about you!" The old man exclaims excitedly.

All at once the field of apples vanishes causing the two to fall until they regain their footing in the vast expanse of nothingness that once more dominates all of existence. In a rush you feel the powers of creation kindling within you once more and notice that was what was "off".

With a silent flopping of golden curls, the girl turns her head towards the two of you. "Old One, you're here I see, and who's this?"

"Why, how very rude, asking for introductions without first providing them yourself?" The old man feigns sternness and the girl's formality melts like hot butter.

"Oh you... This is the goddess Horiandra, our new god of harvest. Care to introduce yourself mister god of giant swordsmen? Her tone sounds mildly sarcastic, but somehow her eyes look anything but childish, they don't even look curious, they look like those of someone board who's decided to be happy and is through force of will alone. Moreover you note disapproval in her eyes as they roll over the old man.



"I am the Lord Thursday, of the Court of Days," Free replies, offering the two women short bows. "As far as I have been able to surmise, I am the god of freedom. Though", he adds with a broad smile, "It would not be such a terrible fate to be the god of giant swordsmen. There could be quite a few interesting benefits to be gained from that, depending on what you count as a sword."

[drack]

"I am the Lord Thursday, of the Court of Days," Free replies, offering the two women short bows. "As far as I have been able to surmise, I am the god of freedom. Though", he adds with a broad smile, "It would not be such a terrible fate to be the god of giant swordsmen. There could be quite a few interesting benefits to be gained from that, depending on what you count as a sword."

Free

The goddess chuckles, her voice like the splash splosh of water jumping on along rocks down a summer creek. "Your name is Thursday? Why what a new and exotic name to make of such a common word!"
"Yeah, the man has a funny name." The golden haired girl replies, her tone suddenly flat as she turns her eyes upon you in earnest. The gaze feels piercing and in truth quite invasive as if she were examining every private thought and memory, the whole you, the real you. "Beware the old one, he says he was a god, yes, but he was a god of fate, a god of creation and destruction alike, life and death, and only a fool wouldn't see such a power as a threat."

"Who him?" "You sure you don't have the wrong guy?" "Yeah, beware, danger, all that jazz." "Wait, that guy?" "I think you're exaggerating a bit." You feel the charm about your neck telepathically shrug as if advising you ignore the rabble.

Eyes bulging the man coughs as if he'd swallowed something down the wrong tube. "Why, you flatter me, but I'm hardly all that, I'm not even a god anymore, and most of those powers come with the mantle if you know what I mean... I think you know why we're here though... or rather, we were wondering who's still here..."

The child laughs mirthlessly. "Gods there be fourteen, one of freedom, one of song, one of all that is now gone. One of magic, one it's bane, and one more of hidden shame. One of devils and demons gone, one for faith and one more of war, and one of life forevermore. One of elements, and one of godly summits. Yet still remains the ancient one, though his divinity he does deny, He does not yet even try. Beyond the gods there are thirty, and another twenty of mortal irk who now into death do jerk. In your noble valiant quest you seek he who is not best yet with him will you find the rest. Raise your blade and rest no more for this day soon will become of yore. In time will see a brave warrior queen, and in her arms will careful eyelets be torn. For her will and for her quest will the grand ones stir from rest."

"Spoiler, the one who lives forevermore offs himself in six days." A button on the old man's garb pipes in. The girl glares icy daggers at the old man as he informs his coat sternly "Nobody knows that for sure, you shouldn't pretend to know."

"...and old one, stop your damned flitting about, aside from clouding my sight, it gives a wicked headache, ad you don't want a repeat of the crimson rays of summers set." Somehow the words seemed to carry a deep and ominous threat to them.

[drack]

Week 13

Slowly, at first the heartbeat of your new powers awakens, but now sufficient powers have gathered to begin the first of creation, to bring life and land to this darkened realm.

First a plane, material in nature, forms of the aether, a circular plot of land accessed by a single shimmering portal amidst the space. Then the newly made god-slaying weapons form from nothing in the hands of their deity.

Creation rights

Each deity may create:
Planer creation: one plane
Creation of creatures: one or more races
Other Creation: craft 10 minor artifacts, craft 2 major artifacts, or make up to 2 sacred locations. (The others seem less applicable, but the contract is in the first post of the OOC if you feel so inclined.)

[drack]

(double post for subscribers)

Free

Before the time of creation the deity of harvest and others drift apart.

[DoctorFaust]

As the other gods take their leave, Free bows respectfully to each of them in turn, and then likewise teleports away, trying to find his way back to the rest of the gods. Along the way, he spends a few moments here and there weaving the raw fires of creation into a new race, and a few powerful artifacts, including one that is capable of killing gods, but is almost impossibly unwieldy to use.

I've had thirteen days, so it's not unreasonable to have Wished myself the +5 inherent bonuses in everything, right?

[Q'telun]

The Aether, he decided, is like the sea. If you go out without a map, you get lost. Time stands still, damning the new god to an endless twilight, maddening voyage through an empty void in desperate search of a safe harbor, with only his ship to confirm that he's still alive, and still a god.

And then it all shifts, sending the loyal ship careening through a tear in the nothingness, straight for a man in the middle of a field. Nothing for it now but to brace for impact...

[drack]

The ship crashes down with the force of the aether storm that threw it, driving the Lord of Thursday through the ground.

[roll0] bludgeoning damage I hear the two of you agreed to this?

[DoctorFaust]

Eyes wide, Free drops his sword as the ship flies towards him and begins gathering energy into a sphere around him. When the ship connects, driving him into the ground, he releases it as a stream of smaller spiraling projectiles, screaming, "In the name of the Eternal Flame, pierce the heavens! Giga Breaker... MAXIMUM!"

Whether or not they connect, He tries to worm his way free of the hole, yelling at the top of his lungs, "What the hell was that for? And hey, who the hell do you think I am? More importantly, who the hell are you that you would crash a ship into a God?"

Yep, we agreed to it, but I didn't realize I would be taking damage from it.

Divine Blast on the ship. Unless I would be able to use Mass Divine Blast on it. Not on Hacke, though.
[roll0]
[roll1]

[drack]

Ooc

Forgot to roll damage for Q
[roll0]
It's just max falling/being hit by an object, nothing too surprising, and nothing likely to fell a god.

[Q'telun]

Hacke leaps from the ship as it disintegrates around him, sticking a three point landing with his great axe out and at the ready.

He stands slowly, letting his weapon rest on the ground as he eyes Free with a glare.
"Who am I? Ya dare ask such an impertinent thing of Roger Hacke, Slayer of Death, Pirate King? Who the hell are you to blow my poor ship to bits like that, spoutin nonsense about Giga something or another."

[meemaas]

Hajime

Having finished his work, Hajime set off exploring casually, and happens upon the wreckage as the two Gods meet upon each other. Chuckling softly, he keeps a fair distance, watching as the two speak, even though he knows full well that he cannot hide from the eyes of the other Gods.

[DoctorFaust]

Free teleports from the hole to his sword, which he scoops up, and then from his sword to Hacke. "Pirate King, are you? Well, I name myself Sir James Free, Lord Thursday of the Court of Days, Protector of the Seventh Throne, the Blade of Dawn. I am he who bested The Lucifer and her strongest knights. I am He Who Lives On On Their Backs and In Their Hearts, and for all of my natural life, I fought against brigands and scum like yourself."

He spins in place, and points his sword at the newcomer. "You there! I would ask you to name yourself as well. Whence did you come from?"

[Q'telun]

Hacke whistles slowly in a mocking tone. "So, you want to get in a title fight then, huh? Then allow me to reintroduce myself. I'm Roger Hacke, Pirate King, the Rider of Shooting Stars, tamer of the Blues Drive Monster, the Lord of Black Flames, the Spring Child, and the Holder of the Brittle Bullet. I've fought and slew countless o' you stuck up paladins and knights, right after I robbed em blind."

He rests the head of his axe on the ground and leans on it heavily. "And do you have any fun titles over there? It seems we're having a bit of a measure."

[Starmage21]

Lecerat gazes upon the battle, and the newcomer as he is called out, wondering to himself "A bit pointless to have titles at this point, isnt it? Everything we ever did has been erased. The only thing that matters now is that we survived and will see a new multiverse arise. We are the elder gods of this new multiverse. I kind of like that title, myself: Elder God Lecerat...Lecerat, Elder God..."

[meemaas]

Hajime

Hajime steps forward, his hands up in the air as his four circles of elemental magic circle around him all the while. "If you must know, I answer to Hajime Katsumi, God of the Elements. Unfortunately I don't have much in the way of titles. Not really as fancy as you pair either, I can tell. I'm just observing, mind you. That crash and the attack you used to destroy the ship were both quite impressive, after all."

[drack]

Verdamut

Planer creation: If Verdamut created a plane at all, it has no portal and cannot be found.
Creation of Creatures: This one also appears to be secret.
Other Creation: Verdamut has made two artifacts, a blue-green staff with a large gemstone on the end and a silvery blade in the shape of a flame on the other.
The second is of simpler design, a short sword of lead.
Both items the deity sinks into a stone at what was, before the Lord of Thursday's expansion, the heart of the material plane leaving the items unattended.

God-slaying weapon: secret

Mondfley

Planer Creation: Mondfley creates a library in which to store his vast knowledge of the world before. While he withholds some knowledge for now, he does make the library open to all beings of divine power or regardless of their divinity or lack thereof.
Creation of Creatures: Mondfley crafts a race to remember alongside him, to live through the ages. He creates the Elan.
Other Creation: Mondfley creates 10 minor artifacts and introduces them into mortal circulation. (At this point a god would have no trouble aquiring one or three such artifacts.)
-2 staffs of the magi
-2 Talisman of Zagy
-books of infinite spells (# of spells rolled as they become relevant)
-Libram of Gainful Conjuration
-Libram of Ineffable Damnation
-Libram of Silver Magic
-Manual of Puissant Skill at Arms
-Manual of Stealthy Pilfering

God-slaying-weapon: A book which he keeps on his person. As an improvised weapon it deals 1d2 damage.

Sillthiss

Planer creation: Sillthiss creates The Crystal City, a plane that exists only in the reflection of a pond on the material plane. While that itself is clearly a portal to the plane, none can find how to cross it, for reaching through only reaches into the pond disrupting the clear surface of the pond.
Creation of Creatures: Sillthiss creates a race that dwells within the darkness, well equipped to hide within the dark shadows they dwell. Sillthiss creates the underfolk.
Other Creation: The Shadowstaff&The Moaning Diamond which are lost almost the instant they enter circulation.

God-slaying-weapon: a secret

mystery goddess

Planer creation: The goddess creates a plane of raw elemental magic filled with chaotically lashing waves of magic (50% chance of being hit for 20d6 damage) within which all magical effects are enhanced beyond all imagining (all metamagic effects that have been allowed in the game, both known and unknown to the caster, are applied to every spell cast within the plane.) All enhanced magic cast within the plane looses all such amplification upon leaving the plane.
Creation of Creatures: The goddess brings the words of magic into the world making the Illumian, and trapping them in a state of temporal stasis within her plane to keep them from wandering loose into other hands.
Other Creations: The goddess creates two maor artifacts, introducing them into circulation.
-Cup and Talisman of Al’Akbar (feel free to claim either piece)
-Ring of Bureaucratic Wizardry https://not-so-heroic.obsidianportal.com/items/ring-of-beurocratic-wizardry (Sorry, I had a blast reading it and can't resist.)

God-slaying-weapon: a stick which she promptly snaps in two destroying it.

Goddess of the harvest

She has lush brown hair with sparkling blue eyes, and is wearing a flowing yet simple red dress.

Planer creation: A field of apple trees all twisted and knotted. Their branches intertwine like children all holding hands to form a lush canopy overhead filled with brilliant red apples which only seem to glow like miniature magical orbs. Through the winding branches of several trees you see a comfortable looking hand carved wooden bench.
Race: Needing someone to give the gift of her farming knowledge she creates the little people, sometimes called halflings.
Other creations: She creates ten minor artifacts, each capable of producing infinite food. She introduces two of them into circulation.

God-slaying weapon: An apple who's seeds bear enough poison to deal 10 untyped damage if ingested.

The god of immortality

Planer creation: expands the material plane
Creation of Creatures: The god of immortality creates trolls as immortal beings to share his wretched state of immortality with.
Other Creations: The god creates a set of ten platinum daggers and a set of full plate armor, more below.

God-slaying weapon: The god of immortality creates a simple longsword, and plunges it into his stomach the instant it comes into being, finally allowing him to die. His body was found some time after the incident, but neither the daggers nor the armor were anywhere to be seen. The sword as well went missing and is presumed to be in mortal hands as whispers have been heard of a troll warlord possessing it. There is however a divine corpse floating about in the aether for the gods not engaged in the ship collision to do with as they will.

The god of Godliness (arrogance)

Planer creation: A plane that can be entered only by gods in which all divine powers work with standard material planer traits. "A fitting meeting place for assemblies of the gods" as he put it.
Creation of Creatures: The god of arrogance creates centaurs, minotaurs, giant eagles, and the githyanki. Noble races fit to walk beneath the banner of the god of arrogance.
Other Creations:
The god of godliness creates ten minor artifacts, wishing for his powers to spread far and bring bounty to the world.
-2X Sphere of Annihilation
-Deck of Many Things
-Hammer of Thunderbolts
-Talisman of the Sphere
-3X Philosopher’s Stone
-staffs of the magi
-olidamara's dice
God-slaying weapon: A golden staff (as quarterstaff)

The nameless fourteenth god

No signs of creation or the god for that matter that you can see.


OOC

Ironically it's about 13 days later OOC so I figure I should probably kick off creation for day 26 OOCly or ICly after any current events come to an end. Take your time folks, I'm just giving everyone sitting around some other things to do in the mean time. I'll compile divine action posts for the first creation event in the OOC. Those who PMed me their actions, I ask that you do again distinguishing them as round 1 creation actions as it seems I've emptied my Pm box without making a proper doc to track them on. :smallbiggrin:


When current events conclude:
Week 26

The second heartbeat of creation seemed to come quicker and with more energy as life began to move through the planes, taking root in the ever-forming reality once more.

Creation rights

Each deity may create:
Planer creation: one plane
Creation of creatures: one or more races
Other Creation: craft 10 minor artifacts, craft 2 major artifacts, or make up to 2 sacred locations. (The others seem less applicable, but the contract is in the first post of the OOC if you feel so inclined.)

[DoctorFaust]

"That be a risk of the trade," Free replies in a terrible imitation of Hacke's accent. "Just as being killed by a paladin and having all your ill-gotten gains given to a worthy cause is for pirates. And is the season your were born in really the best you can do for titles? I mean, really, anything is if you try hard enough, and that's what you go for?"

He turns from the pirate and again calls to the newcomer. "Truly, you have no names other than your actual one? Were you an adventurer before... all of this? And can you do anything like those blasts of energy I seem to be able to summon? Most gods I've met had at least some large magical effect."

[meemaas]

Hajime

"Indeed, I was once an adventurer. A learned spellcaster with an affinity for elemental magic. I never quite made a name for myself, or at least a good name. Destructive magic is known for many things, most notably the burning down of taverns. He smiles a little, and draws the four orbiting circles of elements into a small centralized sphere. "My Godly powers appear to have for the most part simply enhanced my control over elemental magic, allowing me to use them in ways I never could before. Most notable was this sphere here, but its still originally formed from my own magical talents. Granted, it is about as flashy as your own Giga Breaker anyways, if you'd like to see." He closes his hand on the sphere, allowing the elemental magic to start circling around him where they were before.

The usual crap, didn't cast any spells.

[Q'telun]

Hacke scoffs. "If you knew the meaning behind it, you'd not be so quick to dismiss it. Besides, its a better title than being granted lordship over a day of the week.

He also turns to face the new god. "So, no titles then? Well, I'm sure that we can come up with a few. Nothing like an article to put the fear of god into someone. Sure, your name can inspire dread, but to refer to you as a thing, an unstoppable force, thats the stuff that turns back armadas." He taps his chin. "How does the Oncoming Blaze sound to you? Or the Fanged Wind?"

[meemaas]

Hacke scoffs. "If you knew the meaning behind it, you'd not be so quick to dismiss it. Besides, its a better title than being granted lordship over a day of the week.

He also turns to face the new god. "So, no titles then? Well, I'm sure that we can come up with a few. Nothing like an article to put the fear of god into someone. Sure, your name can inspire dread, but to refer to you as a thing, an unstoppable force, thats the stuff that turns back armadas." He taps his chin. "How does the Oncoming Blaze sound to you? Or the Fanged Wind?"

Hajime smiles softly. "Sometimes, a name would be enough though. I mean, any title you can give me would not truly represent me. I'm sure the both of you have earned your own titles through your lifetime, something that actually gives them meaning. Mine wouldn't have such meaning. I'd rather, when the time comes, to have my reputation precede me."

[meemaas]

Some time after the conversation ends

Having taken his leave from the other Gods, Hajime sets out to see the mortals he and the fellow gods have created. Armed with nothing but the Branch of the World Tree strapped to his back, he sets off for the largest and most populated settlement, using several spells drawn from his god-like powers to disguise himself as though he were a regular mortal, as opposed to his true identity.

He wanders the settlement quietly, almost as if he wasn't there, observing its advancement to compare to the worlds he knew as a mortal. Once satisfied, he heads to the outskirts, drawing upon a few more spells to burrow himself underground. Once a fair distance under the ground, he began to move the earth around under it, creating a small room in which he fortifies against spellcasting and places the Branch in the center. Sitting by it, he begins to fill the room with dangerous traps, leaving once he's content and sealing it off.

Once finished, he returns to the settlement and, using a simple spell, commands a mortal to spread the legend to the ends of the material plane.

Using a number of uses of Alter Reality that i'm unsure of the exact uses for to disguise myself like a mortal, and then, I assume its plausible for me to hide my circling elements with some degree of spellcasting too. I mean, it is an extension of my godly will.

The Legend I hope to spread across the material plane is that of weapons with the power to kill gods. One said to be lost within the earth, protected so only the most powerful of the powerful can be considered worthy to handle it.

[drack]

Rumor soon spread through all the races with inter-racial information sharing. A mystical tomb below the earth belonging to an ancient sorcerer slain by the gods for having discovered a weakness that would lead to their destruction. Was it a tomb? No, it was an armory, the armory, an armory of the gods filled with weapons well beyond the normal caliber. No, it was the lair of a great beast that lay with the weapon burrowed in its flesh, forced into hiding while it recovered from its wounds. In any case this dungeon was to the south, no the west, the entrance was the skeleton of a terrible beast, no a field of corpses, no a simple cave. Rumors spread and passed, but it was an age of unimaginable things, in that one year the miracles of the gods would be a commonplace thing occurring with the passing of seasons, not eons. Such tales were common as tales of nobles sleeping about had been towards the end of the last world.

OOC

OK, lay it on me, how big and/or well protected is this place? How obvious is it to passers by? Yay, GM bookkeeping...


Nobody has seen Verdamut or Sillthiss of late, and even Mondfley keeps to his library in the same way that the mysterious goddess keeps to her strangely destructive plane of magic. The goddess of the harvest however has taken the time to visit with any race that isn't isolated in their own realms, teaching them to farm and cultivate from even the most treacherous of terrains. The god of godliness can occasionally be seen in passing, born on a golden pallet by his noble servants.

[meemaas]

First, I like that rumored name.

This is a room 100ft by 100ft, 50ft high ceiling. Set in the center is a Pedestal on which the Branch of the World Tree has been placed. There is no actual entrance, reaching it originally was done through Earth Glide.

In order to allow for it to be found, there are six air shafts, not large enough to enter through, these shafts branch out, five in different directions to areas exactly half a mile away from the center point, with the holes on the surface hidden within growth or animal dens. If one where to plot the points on each of them, it would end up in a shape of a Pentagon.

The last Shaft is dead center, and opens up in the dead center of the town the rumor originated from, and goes straight down for a mile to find the Armory. It can be found within a random prison cell within the town.

The Armory is protected from Teleportation by a permanent Dimensional Lock that covers the entire area. The surrounding rock has been transmuted into Lead to protect from Divinations. (I'm unsure what other protective spells I should have on that, anyone want to suggest any?)

Successfully entering the Armory sets off four resetting Spell Traps of Summon Elemental Monolith, one for each of the elements. Getting within 25ft of the Pedestal sets off a resetting Spell Trap of Greater Fireburst, CL15, DC30, admixtured three times over to deal 15d8 damage of each of the four elements.

Should a person survive this, removing the Branch of the World Tree reveals three Permanent Symbol spells, a Symbol of Death, a Symbol of Insanity, and a Symbol of Weakness.

All traps reset after one hour, allowing people who successfully find their way in a chance to succeed.

[drack]

Creation

Creation Round 2:
Holy Places (2): A pair of military schools, each one in a different mortal nation, within their capital city. Doubles as a fortress in time of need for the city, but each place is a war college and place of training for learned men who lead armies, with a special leaning towards wizards who commit to leading, like Lecerat does. Also contains grand libraries that hold both lessons on wartime tactics and strategy as much as spellcasting and wartime applications of such. The holy nature of the place will not allow the war knowledge contained within the schools to be destroyed by conventional means.
Sponsored Champions: Two headmasters who head the military schools above. They have the most wartime experience and knowledge, and desire to share it by teaching and sharing their students, but each one is a seasoned general, and any army they were convinced to lead again would be quite fearsome. The third is a travelling warrior-wizard that spreads the teachings of Lecerat, teaching warfare to lesser races, and offering himself as a mercenary general to budding nations wishing to become stronger through warfare. Lecerat's blessing makes them all ageless, but not truly immortal. They will die if defeated in combat.
New Race: The Teachers -- an Offshoot of The Builders, they are slightly smaller in stature, but their dedication is to the archiving of knowledge and engineering, especially as it pertains to warfare.


Hajime's round of creation.

The Elemental Plane of Air, identical to the core plane (See a pattern?)

I'm gonna forgo my right to create a race.

And create the following two sacred locations.

The Temple of Elemental Power, situated within an underwater volcano, this Temple has powerful magic surrounding it, allowing it to maintain a breathable and safe environment despite its location. It contains a large number of high powered monsters, and contains rewards for people brave enough and powerful enough to make it through to one of four altars within it. Any mortal individual who prays upon one of the altars gains a boon from Hajime himself increasing their power in regards to use of the Element that altar is attuned to.

And I will name the Armory of the Gods as my other sacred location, since its already created.

Verdamut

Planer creation: The "Pure" world
A plane with countless portals reaching it from the astrial, yet none of the portals work both ways, leaving no exit to the plane for those foolish enough to enter. The plane itself is blanketed with dead magic.
Creation of Creatures: Monstrous vermin with which to populate this new world
Other Creations: minor artifacts
10XShimmaryn

Mondfley

Planer creation: The Divine Archives, A separate plane connected only to his library into which only gods may enter. Here he stores the remainder of his knowledge.
Creation of Creatures: As a scientific curiosity Mondfley tells the Elan how to build a great forge, and build one they do upon the material plane bringing warforged into the world.
Other Creations:
Codex of the Infinite Planes
Ring of Gaxx

Sillthiss

Planer creation: expand material plane making the cities of the drow
Creation of Creatures: the drow
Other Creations:
The Regalia of Good
The Regalia of Evil

goddess of magic

Planer creation: expand material plane
Creation of Creatures: Golems
Other Creations:
Iron Flask of Tuerny the Merciless
The Ruby Rod of Asmodeus (note that without a Hell it grants no ownership thereof)

Goddess of the harvest

Planer creation: expand material plane
Creation of Creatures: dryads
Other Creations:
5XGreat Druid's staff
5XEgg of Lolth

The god of Godliness (arrogance)

Planer creation: the Draconian realm
Creation of Creatures: gold dragons
Other Creations:
Dragon orb Red
Dragon orb Gold

It seems the god of "godliness" has become infatuated with the notion of dragons.

The nameless fourteenth god

You're beginning to wonder if this one really exists.



A telepathic warning flairs through your minds, sent by the god of "godliness", "Fellow gods, there is a god-slayer among us, regroup at the Plane of the Gods."

The Plane of the Gods had changed, showing all the visible creations of the other deities, and at the center of it sat the god of "godliness" lived with rage, Horiandra, the god of harvest, sobbing at his feet.

[meemaas]

Hajime

Hajime was the one of the first to arrive, and, already surprised, begins asking questions already. "Was this the work of The Warrior? Was it one of us? Or was it a mortal? I wouldn't see how they could manage it this soon, though."

[Starmage21]

Lecerat walks fades into the meeting plane as he approaches apparently on foot, his metal staff clinking on the ground with each pair of steps

"I do not believe this to be the work of The Warrior. For one, I think all this would be unmade if so, and perhaps the rest of us. But The Warrior has also moved on, I think."

He looks down at the corpse of Horiandra

"It surprises me not that there are those who would seek our power, or to take it from us, even if they cannot take it for themselves. There are always those who, like The Warrior, want nothing more than to burn the world down around them. We should find the culprit, and seek him out. Eliminate him if necessary, but otherwise capture and interrogate. He has made himself our enemy, and I will not stand for an enemy left unchecked in this world."

Lecerat searches the area for some item or piece of the creature that did this for use in Divination magic

[meemaas]

Lecerat walks fades into the meeting plane as he approaches apparently on foot, his metal staff clinking on the ground with each pair of steps

"I do not believe this to be the work of The Warrior. For one, I think all this would be unmade if so, and perhaps the rest of us. But The Warrior has also moved on, I think."

He looks down at the corpse of Horiandra

"It surprises me not that there are those who would seek our power, or to take it from us, even if they cannot take it for themselves. There are always those who, like The Warrior, want nothing more than to burn the world down around them. We should find the culprit, and seek him out. Eliminate him if necessary, but otherwise capture and interrogate. He has made himself our enemy, and I will not stand for an enemy left unchecked in this world."

Lecerat searches the area for some item or piece of the creature that did this for use in Divination magic

"I would not be so quick to consider it an enemy without finding them first. Whatever being it was that did this had to have the strength of power to defeat a god to begin with, but it may have been simply to try and take a place among us. I'm sure all of you have heard the stories of the Armory of the Gods by now." Hajime smiles a little, before turning to the God of 'Godliness'. "But before I pass any judgement, I'd like to hear what you have to say."

[drack]

The god of 'godliness' watches the sobbing goddess at his feat, who in turn tries to force the words out. "They... They were dead! Why!? He... He..." Taking a quivering breath she tries again. "The one pretending to be a god and Sillthiss were talking over..." Her voice breaks off and she points at the spot on the map of creation that is "The Plane of the Gods". "...the pretender was sta-stabbed... she just fell... just like that... Sillthiss tried... tried to slip into a shadow, to escape, but then... They're dead." The horrified realization seems to still be sinking in. "They're dead."

[Starmage21]

Lecerat grows somewhat red in the face, moved to passion by what was suggested by Hajime, and nearly ignoring Horiandra entirely

"I refuse to accept that someone who has killed a member of this council is not an enemy. We represent a unified political body, and for any one of us to be attacked is an attack on the whole. If I find this being, he will be put to trial at the end of my blade."

He looks to Horiandra
"Get up you pitiful excuse. You'll serve no purpose to stay there sobbing like some mortal child. Find this attacker, KILL HIM."




It should be obvious at this point that Lecerat is a god of militant magic, and clearly himself along the evil alignment spectrum :D

[meemaas]

"If a mortal possessed the power and capability to murder one of us, then we cannot tread lightly. Each of us represents what are effectively the most powerful beings in existence, and if it were not one of us or The Warrior, that means that whatever mortal being that did so stands on a level of strength to compete with the Gods themselves. Whether you like it or not, we should at least not hunt it alone. Is that reasonable to you, Lecerat?"

[Starmage21]

"On this, I am in agreement with you. It would be a disservice to us all and to our enemy for us to underestimate him or his ability, and to our advantage for him to underestimate us. How would you propose we find this attacker? A trap to draw him out? A search party? Divination magics?"



I was just looking at the description I typed up for Lecerat and I find that re-reading it after some time brings different imagery to mind. With his tight robes and cloak, he looks like a typical mask-wearing Sith Lord. I find that I'm even more OK with this :)

[drack]

At this point Verdamut enters, bearing the corpses of Silthiss and Karliah. Unceremoniously he dumps them in the corner of the plane. "Yup, they're dead." He seems almost surprised as he says this, as if he'd expected to find the whole ordeal to be a hoax. "I don't think we should be looking outside our own for this one though, at least until little miss magic seeds over there can string more then two words together without stalling out on us. I mean, we've seen things that could overpower us, I hear you lot even had a run in with one such golem. Still, unless we were stupid enough to give them a way to kill us they'd have no chance."

Well Mondfley and that old witch are each holed up in their own planes, probably worrying when their doom will come for them... It is troubling though... Any theories?

[Starmage21]

"No evidence has yet been found that would indicate anything. We can only draw conclusions based on the information available at hand, which is this: These members of our council have died a violent death. Our own divine contract prevents our destruction unless specific means are used, meaning that a god-killing weapon was used, and the user of that weapon was of significant power to carry out the task. Also, given the lack of signs of spell use here, we can also conclude that the attacker was of a martial bent. I dont think there is anything else we know at this point that we can deduce from the available information, what say you?"

Lecerat looks up at the rest of the assembled group as if expecting answers

[meemaas]

Hajime shakes his head. "Your views are correct. I see nothing more than you do to help us..." He stops there, and suddenly perks his head up. "Their weapons. Silthiss and Karliah, do they still have them? The killer may have snatched those too."

[Starmage21]

"This is an excellent question. Given their lack of martial bent, they would have been easy targets to attack for their weapons. We have at least an initial motive above and beyond simple deicide at this point if their weapons are missing. We could focus on tracking their weapons, and now that they're dead there will be no one to block any attempts to find them. The weapons could lead us to our enemy or enemies. If they have not been taken, they should be well hidden or destroyed, lest they fall into the wrong hands."


Dont suppose Locate Object can find their weapons? Are the god-killing weapons within anyone's portfolio that would make them a viable target for our divine Remote Sensing power?

[drack]

Verdamut kicks the bodies onto their backs and searches them. After checking them once he proceeds to check them with a thoroughness that almost seems entirely unwarranted until he produces the dagger of Silthiss. Stopping halfway through searching Karliah, Verdamut pauses as if speaking with someone remotely. "This one made no weapon." Casually he tosses the dagger at rather then to Lecerat.


Feel free to still catch it without any rolls, he's not really trying to kill anyone.

Locate object should work unless it's warded. Silthiss is a god of secrets, so it probably wouldn't have turned up his while it was hidden.

Remember, while god-killing weapons can kill gods, other gods of any rank can too. :smallsmile:


I propose we remain together for a time, I'd hate to see more us us fall to this threat.

[Starmage21]

Lecerat catches the dagger tossed his way.

"I am in agreement. We stay together. Should we need to act outside the group, we can name a proxy or an avatar to do that. The real question is, what to do with this. I heard about an armory where perhaps it could be stored."

[meemaas]

Hajime smiles, holding his hand out towards Lecerat. "The Armory is my creation, believe it or not. I can lock it up in there for safekeeping. The magic guarding it is keyed so that only I may enter without triggering any of the traps I placed. I warded it such that even a God should not be safe entering.

Turning to Verdamut, Hajime looks inquisitively. "I thought Karliah was granted our powers too. How are you sure she didn't make one?"

Once content with his answer, Hajime returns to addressing the council. "Are we aware of the locations of everyone elses weapons? Mine is stored within the Armory, and couldn't have managed stab wounds anyways"

I would think that if anyone had it in their portfolio, it would be either Lecerat or Karliah, to be honest. Hajime doesn't know much in the way of Divination and really wouldn't be prone to trying it even with Alter Reality. It's just not his nature

[drack]

"I've met someone from the old world who didn't become a god, and they knew an oracle, a good one. That's how I know this one, god or not, had no weapon. As to my own, I gave it to a friend who wouldn't... no, actually he would, but no, he'd have killed her first..." The god muses to himself.

Well a domain is certainly helpful, but alter reality could still cast them, as could probably a few of the artifacts floating around.

[meemaas]

Hajime looks thoughtfully at Verdamut. "If that is the case, then it should be safe to assume that our enemy simply has enough power to match us. I propose we split up in two separate ways. Those of us who wish to search for the killer and avenge our comrades come with us, and all others should seek refuge with Mondfley. Staying together to avoid being surprised is important, and knowing him, he may even be better equipped than anyone to search for knowledge on this event. Any arguments with my suggestion?"

[Starmage21]

Hajime looks thoughtfully at Verdamut. "If that is the case, then it should be safe to assume that our enemy simply has enough power to match us. I propose we split up in two separate ways. Those of us who wish to search for the killer and avenge our comrades come with us, and all others should seek refuge with Mondfley. Staying together to avoid being surprised is important, and knowing him, he may even be better equipped than anyone to search for knowledge on this event. Any arguments with my suggestion?"

Lecerat looks over his shoulder, and the gleaming black blade resting upon it to Hajime and Verdamut

"I have no disagreements or arguments to pose against your suggestion. We should put it into action. Though I am concerned that if these of our peers died so easily, than our own lives are as fragile as they were before The Warrior's cataclysm. Our status as newly ascended deities does nothing to protect us, and the weapons we have which allow us to do battle have no real purpose."

"I'm also curious to know if any of the abominations of the previous world still remain, and if they are making war on this new world and our new pantheon. Such beings were locked away by the old gods for good reason. If they've been loosed upon our new creation, that effects of that should be obvious."

[drack]

The God of Godliness, taking with him the god of the harvest, left to seek refuge with Mondfley, but returned moments later. He's refusing guests in his refuge, seems he thinks half of why it's safe there is that we're not there. So it was that all five gods left in pursuit of the murderer. Arriving at the scene of the crime however, only swirling mists remain.


So, what ya gonna do, cast some magic? Seek out the oracle? Go to Mondfley and demand answers? What are we doing with the corpses while we travel?

[meemaas]

Hajime shakes his head. "Trying to seek answers like this is not likely to get us anywhere." With a lack of options, Hajime transports himself as close to Mondfley as possible and demands a chance to speak with the God, hoping to if nothing else, gain help.

[drack]

You reach the library of Mondfley, but the door to his private library is sealed, letting nothing through. He should still be contactable with any magic that stretches across the planes, and the library staff seem willing to help to what extent they can.

[meemaas]

Hajime growls at the staff members. "Go get Mondfley. I don't care if he sends an Illusion to talk to me, or even just contacts me telepathically, all I care about is that I speak to him personally. I mean for gods sake, I just need help that he can manage."

[drack]

A librarian cringes before your divine irritation. "...but how am I supposed to reach him..." The young man mopes before suddenly running down the isles of books, dissappearingh from sight. Shortly thereafter the man returns leading an awkward looking woman by the wrist. The caretakers of the Birthplace of Knowledge were Elan making their age ambiguous at best, but with the world only half year old none of them could be that old. The woman has knobby joints, missing teeth, and uncoordinated limbs, but she opens a book and immediately sends others after ingredients and materials which she places with care before one of the towering bookshelves. In one tall flask she pours freshly ground silver, in another she adds powdered herbs, and to each she adds water. Chanting carefully over the second it glows faintly for a moment as steam begins to rise off it. Setting the flask aside she chants over the first causing it to glow casting an eerie light over the surrounding shelves. Slowly, carefully, she scatters the glowing liquid around the bookshelf she'd previously chosen, then stepping back she drinks the latter brew, smacking her lips several times afterwards to clear the bitterness of the tea from her mouth. Then she sits down opening a book titled A Brief History of the Slablins. Enraptured several nearby Elan stare openly in wonder as she reads the book... five minutes pass with the pages slowly turning before she sits before the shelf, readjusting her position six times before settling on the most comfortable one. Splashing the last of the unholy water on A Brief History of the Slablins she begins chanting her eternal thanks to the god of knowledge for the gift of the library in which they reside, for the histories lost and histories new, for books, and ink, and for every clue. On and on she chanted, and as she did small cuts appeared on her body filling the air with the scent of her blood, then slowly the scent of old leather, pages, and ink suffused the air. Slowly, with a pained expression, she tore nine pages from the book, placing them separately before her.

As the pages tore, agonizingly slowly, fiber by fiber, every Elan in the library's back rose, spine tingling, as they averted their eyes. Even with good cause, witnessing a book come to harm was clearly, if not physically painful, then an unspeakable moral crime to them. Still, once the deed was done their gazes of awe returned to the woman. Speaking slowly the Elan that had fet5ched her announces "You may ask nine questions, ask them well..."

Commune, contacts a deity (Mondfley) and allows him to answer up to 9 yes/no or short answer (5 or less words) questions. He is allowed to lie or missguide you.


Before you're able to ask however, the woman speaks. "Great lord of all things known, do tell unto we, do you know that we call to you at the behest of your fellow gods, know you that it is they who do these questions ask?"

Slowly the ink on one of the torn pages shifts forming the character for "Yes" in the elan language.

All the eyes in the hall stare at the page in wonder, no doubt considering where best to file this new document before they turn to the god of the elements with curiosity, wondering what he might ask first.

[meemaas]

Hajime growls a little. Of course Mondfley is going to be difficult. Clearing his throat, he speaks to the book, looking for his first answer. "Mondfley. Do you know the identity of the murderer of the Gods that have recently been slain?

[drack]

The Elan repeats the question.

Slowly the word "No" forms on one of the remaining sheets of paper.

[meemaas]

"Ugh. You're freaking useless. What kind of God of Knowledge can't figure something like this out? You're probably the only Diviner among our Pantheon, act like it!!!"

[Starmage21]

Lecerat approaches Hajime

"Would you care to accompany me to see this oracle? Perhaps there we can find a useful lead. It seems Mondfley is determined to stay in his bolt hole rather than face the enemy."

[meemaas]

"You're right. This useless piece of cod isn't gonna be any help anyways. Lead the way Lecerat. It's bound to be more fruitful than this was." Before the two of them leave, Hajime turns to the book and launches a single bolt of fire into it, incinerating the book such that the ashes dropped into a nice little pile, and then with a quick flourish, allows a bolt of lightning to strike him, taking his body away with it.

Blasting the book with my free action Fire Bolt, and then using Greater Teleport, fluffed like a God of Elements should.

[drack]

As it happens, Verdamut didn't know where the oracle might be, but he said he'd know her when you see her, so in the end you're left to wander as you look for them. You look across the material plane, within the knotted and lighthearted apple trees of the god of harvest's plane, through the blistering flames of the eternal plane, and at last come to the astrial, at the edge of the plane of magic, where Verdamut nods at two figures standing at the plane's edge, watching the flow of magic swirl beneath them. The first was a golem of colossal proportion with countless faces engraved into its metal form. The very golem that had fought with you earlier. Beside it was a little girl with loose tangles of blond curls, brown eyes, and a white dress with a rather noticeable apple juice stain. It seems they've been chatting idly, or rather it seems that the girl is speaking to the golem.

"You know it's pointless, don't you? It's just the sort of thing she would do, trap herself in there. Hoard magic to herself. You know she never wanted to share it, that was her daughter, the mother of all witches. She'll lock herself in there with it all until the end of time so long as history does not repeat, and you know she doesn't want it to, but it will... eventually..." The golem grunts heavily and she laughs merrily like a little girl should. Verdamut stiffens at the sight of the golem even though he had no part in your previous confrontation. Perhaps he has a history all its own with the creature, but the golem seems indifferent to his gaze, and he himself quickly settles down, turning his gaze to the girl instead. At your approach the little girl informs the golem "We've got that company now.", then, glancing about her shoulder with an excited little smile she greets you. "Hail new gods, join us, we're watching the finest manifestation of paranoia, however justified." She pats the empty space beside her with enthusiasm, turning once more to gaze at the swirling pool of magical energies that was the plane of magic. The portal was no longer there, all dimensional travel to the plane was cut off, and all that remained was the distortion of energies that clearly enunciated its presence. The golem glared balefully at the swirling energies, the Branch of the World Tree clutched in its hand looked more like a toothpick then anything, but once more it was out of the reach of the one it sought to kill.

Unperturbed by golem and gods alike the little girl adds "Oh, and you just missed the old man, though I suppose you didn't come for him, did you?"

[Starmage21]

Lecerat approaches slowly, his hands at his side and standing up straight so as to promote his confidence and nonviolent intent, his black blade in its scabbard over his shoulder.

"You are correct in your assessment of our identities and our intention. We are not here for the old man, but in hopes you would be willing to use your talents to aid us. Treachery has already been sown amongst those in our circle, and there are those that are now dead because of it. We wish to find the identity of the killer, and where he may be found. Such wanton slaughter in a place we had all declared neutral ground must not go unanswered."

[drack]

"Talents..." The girl lets the word hang listlessly in the air with a note of sorrow for a moment before shaking her head as if to clear her head of a fog of thought thoughts. "Yes... yes. You seek the green one. There is no treachery of vows sworn, only the actions of a child who unknowingly follows a path you've already seen. A clawed hand so delicately poised over this world... but it will not strike... it cannot strike, for while it can bare to strike itself, it cannot bare to kill itself time and again...." Turning her back to the magical anomaly, the girl faces you, a serious look in her eyes. "I will ask you for something in return if I'm to tell you where he dwells though. I ask that both of you swear not to tamper with my life as did the gods now dead. For eons I waited in stasis for some misguided hope that being hurled to the future might disorient my sight. I want to grow old and die one day as all do. I would have you both swear on your divinity itself that you won't tamper with my life, and that when the time comes that my... talents, are to be lost from existence forever, that you will let them go without intervention. Do I have your words?"


By the by, since I know some detection spells could give you this, the girl's a human girl, probably a level 1 NPC class, but still she is the oracle, seeing all that is to come. No doubt that'd give insight bonuses and such and makes her dangerous in combat, but very much mortal, so presumably any attack that cannot be evaded could kill her (unless another intervenes), and so too should age in time.

[Starmage21]

Lecerat smiles

"Even I know what it is to face death. I do not fear it, but like you I do not wish to rush headlong into it, even if that is exactly what going into battle means. I admire your conviction, and you have my word that I will not intervene when it is time for you to die of old age, but I would not count on your talents being lost forever when that happens. Such a talent may be due to a mark on your soul that you would be carried with it wherever its fate lies. I will not tamper with the natural course of your life."


Lecerat is specifically being somewhat misleading. Clearly the old gods wanted to keep her and use her. he's agreed to not interfere with her life, but thats a very open-ended promise.

I've been reading some treatise on Lawful Evil lately, and I'm really trying to get behind this using "the system" (his honor/trustworthiness) against people for gains to his own agenda. The problem is that Lecerat is Neutral Evil, and that pretty much more dangerous than Chaotic Evil IMO. He may truly be intent to keep his word now, but willingly and knowingly betray it later because it suits his agenda (long or short term). Especially if the trade-off to his divinity per-se results seem worth it.

[meemaas]

Hajime bows his head softly. "I too, swear that I will not interfere with your life and anything connected to it. I am not as gifted as Lecerat here in speeches, but I can assure you that we are not the same as the Gods who came before us."

Sorry for taking so long to post.

[drack]

"What you seek lies to the eastern edge of the material plane, from the astral looking in. You should embark in a few minutes time, else reason will prove... difficult." With that she Turned back to the cosmic event before her, and as if to herself, adds "It's so much prettier when you're there. It's not the color or the crackle of power in the air it's that... with the present you can allow yourself to get lost in the moment without getting... stuck..."

[meemaas]

Hajime calmly watches with her and then heads out with Lecerat to the point that the Oracle had mentioned, searching for any creature that is green, expecting such from the Oracle's words.

[drack]

You find a hideous green entity, a humanoid. The being has large knobby limbs, slimy skin, greasy matted hair, overgrown yellowing twisted nails, and a long bulbous nose from which a rather distracting semi-solid bugger hangs. Not a dripping seeping bugger that might sway or dangle, but a more solid bugger properly wedged in place. Without a doubt this entity was, a troll. Having somehow managed to puncture the boundary between planes it's looking in on the world. The gap itself is much like a portal, or a window looking in on the world. The troll's left, and somewhat bigger, claw gouges deep into its stomach, from which a small stream of blood trickles infinity down into the rather. Its right hand grasps its lower jaw, faintly clicking it back and forth as it stares anxiously through the portal. Beyond the portal three trolls play savagely by a crick, their playful battery and musical grumblings continue uninterrupted by the green troll's observation.

[Starmage21]

Lecerat looks to Hajime, somewhat bewildered by what they'd just found, though unsurprised


"I do believe we've just stumbled on clues to a dark secret unbeknownst to perhaps many beyond our own world and reality. This must be how the trolls spread, as they were known on many worlds before our great cataclysm. If my intuition is correct, we may be too late to prevent the presence of trolls on our world, though I consider it no real inconvenience. Shall we grab this one, and uncover what it knows of the demise of our allies?"

[meemaas]

Hajime looks at Lecerat. "You are aware that they were already part of our world, right? That said, I agree that this may well be 'Green One' she spoke of. So we should capture it. That said, we can't be sure how dangerous it is, so we should go at it with a plan. What do you think?"

[Starmage21]

"The trolls were always widely dispersed and unorganized. Never really a threat to worry about from a national point of view. I guess I'd not considered that they'd still be here after the death of their progenitor. Good to know that each of us leaves a lasting mark on this new cosmos."

Lecerat shrugs, the black blade he carries on his shoulder seems to offer no resistance to his effort

"Dangerous as they may be. Perhaps it merely had the aid of a god-killing weapon, and would not otherwise be considered dangerous. He does not appear a titan. Even so, what sort of plan would you propose? The least dangerous option is to not engage the beast in combat at all unless forced. Should we be forced to combat the thing, I suggest we treat it as if it has the capability to kill us and hold nothing back. Underestimating a foe is dangerous immediately. Overestimating a potential foe is dangerous in that you may over-commit resources better used elsewhere."

[meemaas]

Hajime steps foward calmly past Lecerat towards the nearest of the Trolls. "Trolls. I am the God of the Elements, Hajime Katsumi. I wish to speak with your leader. Who among you would call himself such!?!?"

[drack]

"Leader?" The troll asked, distracted, glancing between you and the other trolls. "No leader, only Gruuug. Only Gruuug and eatsies..." As he speaks of "eatsies" his stomach, despite its grievous self-inflicted wound, grumbles hungrily. Still, its gaze holds some small remorse.

[meemaas]

"Gruuug, was it? What can you tell me of the death of one of the Gods of late?"

[drack]

"Gods? There be no gods for Gruuug. God dead, only eatsies left. Everything is eatsies now, but... but..." Gruuug looks once more at the trolls through the window. "Gruuug needs to eat eatsies, but Guruug doesn't want to..." Again Gruuug's bleeding stomache roared, and in response his claws dug deeper.

[Drako_Beoulve]

"Calm down troll", A familiar voice behind Katsumi is heared. Astrid suddenly appears in the scene.
"Long time no see", she is looking to Katsumi.

[meemaas]

"It is nice to see you have come to help us. It was disappointing how few Gods were willing to support this quest." Hajime turns back to the Troll. "Maybe we can talk more over a meal then, Gruug?" With a few quick spells, Hajime draws upon his Godly power to create a nice table, complete with a veritable feast of food, both meat and otherwise.

Liberal use of Alter Reality to make a table, seats, and dishes, in addition to combining Create Food and Water with Prestidigitation (still from Alter Reality), to make a meal that actually tastes like food.

Just in case you want more explanation than just "I'm a God, screw the rules."

[drack]

Gruuug inhales and the magically created food seems to quiver for a moment before shifting back into raw magical energies which flow into his mouth as easily as air, clearly not filling his endless troll appetite. Still, that wasn't something a troll could normally do, still, the fabric of the material plane seems to have loosened slightly as he did causing him to cry out "Nooo! No eatsies... but..."

[meemaas]

Hajime shakes his head. "Just what is it that you eat, Gruug?"

[drack]

In a voice tinged with guilt, mourning, and restraint Gruuug replies "Gruuug eats... all." A hint of madness creeps into the desperate eyes of Gruuug, but clenching his claw deeper into his stomach he manages to retain his rationality. With his rationality regained, Gruuug once more reigns himself in and repeats "No eatsies..." almost as if he were saying it for himself rather then for your sake. Still, only for a moment there when his tightly reigned control ever so faintly slipped, something else was exuded by Gruuug. Not a power found among the other gods that had met, but rather... as frightening as the notion may be, the dedific might of an overdeity. What would the world become if such an entity roamed freely? What had the world become from its actions thus far? Verdamut shifted uneasily at the thought. Sure, he wanted a world free of magic, but even he was no wanton god of destruction.

[Drako_Beoulve]

"What did just happened to the...did he just eat...this isn't going to end well...", Astrid looking puzzled with what she just witnessed. "I feel he is trying to get himself from eating us....", Astrid pass from puzzled to alarmed but waiting Hajime's reaction.

[meemaas]

"You may want to back away Astrid. Just in case. Gruug, what are you doing here? Are you trying to stop yourself from eating by remaining here?"

[drack]

"Gruuug... Gruuug looks for food, but Gruuug finds..." with conflicting feelings Gruuug glances at where the window previously stood through which he'd been looking in on his fellow trolls. "Gruuug wanna eat but... Gruuug not wanna eat but..."

[meemaas]

"Gruug eats anything, don't you? You don't want to eat because you'll kill people, am I right?"

[drack]

Gruuug's gaze seems to drift momentarily over something as he looks through the swirling twining mists of the astrial plane."Gruuug... Gruuug kills... Gruuug eats... but Gruuug only more hungry." Glancing back to the material plane he adds "Good troll, nice troll, no eatsies..." Then, turning desperate, pleading eyes towards you he adds "...help?"

[meemaas]

"That answers all the questions I had." He turns towards the other gods. "Anything you have to add?"

[Drako_Beoulve]

"Not sure what's going on here, hope you can explain me later. He is asking for help, shall we?

[drack]

Verdamut quietly suggests drops a bomb. "I doubt we could beat him, but I've built a prison plane in which magics, even those of the gods will be nullified. Perhaps we could contain him?"

[Starmage21]

Lecerat holds his chin in contemplation, speaking directly to the other gods telepathically.

"I always felt like the idea of imprisoning the abominations and failures of the gods represented a failure on their part, and so I do not find your idea palatable. That said, to not consider it as an option would be a failure on my part to be pragmatic. No longer is there a scale by which we can judge the potential success or failure of our actions, save against ourselves. What guarantee do we have that this imprisonment will contain him? If there isn't any, how can we believe that attempts to kill him would not be any more or less successful? Wouldn't it be wiser to end it's existence in that case?"

He speaks verbally
"Still, should we help this creature go into a self-imposed exile, what methods do we have available to make sure it stays that way? What would be our course of action should that exile need to be ended?"

[meemaas]

Hajime responds in the same telepathic conversation. "Gruug is not an overly malicious being. We can tell that much from this conversation. Rather, he seems like he does not wish to be a destroyer. He may even accept exile in this Prison Plane willingly. I agree that it is unlikely we could beat him. I am certain he can devour magic in an instant, and he has killed several other gods, making this a challenge we would be unlikely to overcome."

[drack]

Verdamut begrudgingly admits through the telepathy. "There are no guarantees. It's only a plane without exit upon which all magic is void. There aren't even any traps to kill those trapped, so the only way for them to die would be to kill each other. Even if I knew I were to have to contain an overdeity who can tear holes in planes I'm still not sure I'd be able to make something to contain it, just that... That's all I've got." The hint of defeat in his telepathic voice takes on a depressed note now that he's faced with one of the true challenges of expunging magic from the world.