Lords of Creation in the Playground (IC2)

[Hatter]

Market Square, Avalon, Eldarond - Ulvin, Kyrokoli

In size, Ulvin towered over Kyrokoli, the Man-God easily stood at 9ft in height, his well muscled body covered in silver colored plate.

"Kyrokoli." said Ulvin, it wasnt a question but a reaffirming statement. He looked down on the goddess, no real emotion on his face.

"Follow me then. A conversation between deities is not for mortal ears." With that, he simply walked towards Divine Decree's general direction. He could have flown, but he did not. He could have simply willed himself there but he did not. Instead, he chose to walk among his people as if he were a normal person even though he was not.

Ulvin remained silent the whole way to Divine Decree, a simple smile or a whisper of encouragement to the humans that they passed when finally they reached Divine Decree, the paladins opening the solid doors wide for both deities to pass into the assembly chamber and into the throne room.

The King Knight turned to Kyrokoli and simply asked "What is it that I might do for you, Winter Queen?"

[Hatter]

Krenko-Ka City

Krenko-Ka City stirred within itself, the brain which was the center of the City reached out and took a moment to realize just how magnificent it was to be heavily relied upon by the little green inhabitants that called it home. If the City could smile, it probably would have but such acts were beyond it's understanding and so, it had to settle for something a little more to it's liking and capabilities.

The City shifted, literally and physically shifted. Where once was a hall was now a solid wall. Where once was a flight of stairs was a clean fall down to some unknown depth below. Where once was a clean and simple room was now a bubbling cistern filled with molten steel. This, the city decided would be something it would do, frequently and at random intervals. It would be more fun this way. The goblins and their off-shoots of course would not have any trouble navigating it but for the average everyday outsider.... It would be a maze of death.

Singing Stones Cavern Below Krenko-Ka City- Flibbit

Flibbit was one of the many goblin miners that resided in the more hazardous lower levels of the City. Every day without ever seeing sunlight, he would enter the Singing Stones Caverns below the city with hundreds if not thousands of other miners if bright red jumpsuits and yellow hard hats, a random assortment of numbers on their backs to identify each worker to the foremen whom wore white hard hats instead of yellow.

Today was for the most part just like any day but word had come down from the upper levels that a goblin had managed to create explosives using the Singing Stones and so, Flibbit... ever curious decided to experiment.

During his break, he managed to put together a rough model, similar to that of a crossbow and had ready small little steel balls which would be loaded into the weapon's long barrel. He then acquired some Singing Stone which he grinded down into a fine powder and loaded the barrel with the small steel ball. He poured a small amount of powder into a slot on the side of his weapon. He pulled the trigger. A foreman's white hard hat went flying and it's wearer dropped dead. Flibbit let out a hysteric laugh... He had invented gunpowder.


-1PAP(Chaos: Cause Chaos) Pestilence: Ever-changing City - Krenko-Ka City's body changes randomly in so many directions. Only goblins and their subraces could ever hope to keep up with it.

-1PAP(Goblin: Better Goblins) Teach Populace: Gunpowder - Grinding the Singing Stones down produces the world's version of Gunpowder.
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[thethird]

??? - ??? (somewhere on the Basohian forest)

He drank from the offered globet, gulping down the warm metallic liquid. It slipped around his mouth and tickled to the ground. Jeweled scarabs, the forest ever present pests, ran towards the spillage feasting on it. His drink finished he left the cup once again in the table and moved backwards. Crunch one of the beetles reduced to nothingness under his sandals. The vermin's innards soon becoming dessert for the others.

For a moment he couldn't help but to think of those beetles. They were everywhere, long ago they had partaken in the metal tinged draconic blood from the prosperity dragons and had changed. They too had drank from the draconic well and changed. They now fought each other, almost continously, the priest said that they were growing stronger as it had been their first command. But he knew better. They were just vermin squabling fighting each other like rabid dogs, or scarabs. So thirsty for each other's blood that they didn't even stop to wonder why.

While his mind wandered close to aposthasy his body was cleansed. All clothing was removed, which wasn't much considering he had been dressing rags, and priests carefully examined his phisique. Then a scrubbing sponge made sure to dig out any dirt that might have been atached to him, oils were applied to his body making it shine. The shine didn't last for it was carefully removed with a sharp ceremonial blade, made of bismuth no less the thing would be worth a ransom. He stood there naked, hairless except for his eyebrows and a rather cropped mohawk, and without more mark than his tattoos and scars.

The priests observed ritual. They gathered around him smearing him with fine white powder. His nose took some time to adjust to the smell. He barely recognized it. Once bone was cooked at hot temperatures, over the runic stones, all meat and traces went away. It took mastery to keep it from charring but priests had mastered the trade. He was robbed of all color. He was dead incarnate.

A markless mask, like a mannequin, was fitted over his face. His eyes barely able to see through the slits. A white wooden circle was placed over his belly, a gut shield mockery. His hand was openned and a cold metallic bismuth dagger handed to him.

He was lead, or pushed, like a beast to the slaughterhouse. In front of him gates oppened and as he stepped forward the audience thrilled. But the audience was more thrilled when the gates at the other end oppened. Two brutes, standing two heads over his own height, each covered in a buzzing mass of scarabs. The vermin had thrived under their flesh, bitting and merging with it. He had seen creatures succumb to the beetles attention, their bite numbing the prey and deadening the flesh to pain, rarely he had seen so many bettles on a beast that became a monster impervious to punishment. Where they his opponents he would need luck to defeat them. But they weren't. They were simple lackeys pulling thick wraithwood cords.

At the end of those cords was death. Wealth dragons had crossed with many creatures since they had arrived at the Bahosian forest. Some of those creatures were docile, capable of being trained, others were reticent yet could be reared. Still there were those like the thing in front of him that could not even be cajoled. The creature, he doubted it had any proper name other than "execution tool", was an aberrant mutant the bastard child of what new what. It stood among four strong legs that barely lifted his immense body mass from the ground. His stout elongated body reminded him of a crocodile, and perhaps such reptile had been lost in the monster's family tree, but the features were beetlelike. Chitin plates had grown asimetrically all over. It's faceplate so big that his head was just an armored maw. Wings, for it had had, were clipped and torn flailing uselessly at his side like ragged cloth. The creature stood there and the audience fell silent as two moth like antennae extended from it's openned jaw. They moved tasting the air.

And when it tasted the metallic dager in his hand chaos loosened. The beast lunged forward pulling with it the luckiest brute who had gotten mangled with the chord, the unlucky one simply got trampled. Warrior instincts set in as the audience roared again. He ran. To the side and the monster clashed against the thick wall. It recovered preternaturally fast and charged again towards him.

Again he ducked aside, barely getting out of the monster way. This time the aberration recovered faster charging soon against him. He couldn't help but smile, knowing full well that it was his own smile, a smile hidden to the public behind his mask. He was going to die. That was beyond the question. A spiteful part of his wanted to just be done with it. To not be a part of the charade, to simply let the beast take him. But he was a warrior and a warrior does not surrender. Nothing else mattered. His life didn't matter. His enemy didn't matter. His weapon...

Was trapped. The weapon was a trap. The monster could smell it. That's what kept it lurching at him unherringly despite being blind. This time he almost laughed, he threw the dagger aside. Cutting such monster's hide with a small weapon like that was a fool's hope. And Cle of Wo w..

*******

Cle of Wo wasn't a fool. He didn't listen to ghosts.

*******

Even if they were insistent ghosts. He was on his way to become one. His dagger discarded he moved slowly towards the charging beast. Before they clashed he moved sidelong. The beast went by him. As it went he jumped hugging the torso, the legs were long gone, of the brute that had clutched the wraithwood cord. He climbed atop of him, fending of the beetles, and started going over the rope. He didn't get far, the brute somehow still alive clutched his leg unto his fist. Cle sonov' Wo...

*******

Started to trash at it with his free leg, kicking the extended arm till it snapped like a twig. His continued climbing was marinated by a wet sound as the broken arm was torn free and the scarab's chirping rummage.

When the monster finally reached the dagger, which it engulfed in one quick bite, he was atop it. In one hand he held the creature's wraithwood collar, in the other the brute's broken arm. As the beast trashed trying to get him off he laughed. He was holding a tiger by it's tail and his grip wasn't firm. Well, the analogy wasn't a valid one. The monster was much larger than any tiger. He wasn't holding it's tail. He was at it's neck. And the neck was always a vulnerable part. He pulled the collar up, revealing the soft meat that had been grazed by the wraithwood touch. With strength born out of madness the dragrel rammed the bettle infested limb's bony end upon the exposed flesh. He kept pushing as the beasts trashing intensified. He kept pushing when it became erratic. And he did even push when the beast died.

He stood over the fallen corpse. Raising to the audience and shouted.

"I'm Cle sonov'Wo!"

I'm not Cle sonov'Wo! I'm Ur sonov'Sha! I'm Ur sonov'Sha! This isn't real!

[Hatter]

Avalon, Eldarond - Mavrick

Mavrick was a simple and humble man by all accounts. He was a blacksmith who worked the forges of the Silver Knights and he worked that forge every single day, pausing long enough to give worship at the nearest chapel which was right down the street before heading back to work again.

Then came the day he would never forget. It was like any day. He ate his breakfast and he went to work over the forge, a beast of a man, large and imposing with a mane of red hair and an equally red beard. He hammered away at white hot steel before his thoughts were interupted.

A voice, booming and clear as day rang through his head "Mavrick! Forge for me a hilt of silver!"

and so Mavrick did. He presented it to his Lord himself and was blessed. Some would argue the most blessed.


Create Combat Artifact-3AP: Hero - When not held in hand, Hero appears as nothing more that a plain and bladeless silver hilt but when wielded by it's true owner, it would then expand into a wonderful and radiant silver blade which seems to generate pure and clear light.

Murkdeep, Reean Isles

Typhus was pretty bad here in this overly crowded city with it's overly crowded streets and it's overly crowded docks and it's overly crowded ships. Murkdeep was quite simply a haven for disease in all of it's forms. If the pirates and the cut-throats didnt kill you, the whores will and most of the time unintentionally!

It was within the streets of this city that a group did rise to the occasion, men and women dedicated to Ahn as if they were a priesthood in of their own and quite frankly, many of them were indeed clerics.

The people, the Poppy Doctors as people would come to know them would wander the lands either by themselves or in troupes. They would have small offices in large cities which would double as shrines to Ahn so that the sick and afflicted could come worship at his altar but what stood out the most about the Poppy Doctors was their masks. Long and hooked like a beak and stuffed full of poppies.


Create Organization -2AP : The Poppy Doctors - The Poppy Doctors serve 2 purposes. First they serve as pharmacists and doctors, caring for the wounded and the sick. However, in a much more secretive capacity, they serve as Blightmancers, bringing disease and plague into the world. Medicine is a booming business!

Free PRC: Blightmancer (http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/Blightmancer_%283.5e_Prestige_Class%29)!

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[Ralasha]

Hemeliosa: The Golden Isle

Nothing in particular happens to draw her attention.

Ignus: The Plane of Fire

Ignus continues to watch the situation on the Playground from the safety of the Plane of Fire.


Hemeliosa: -2 War Domain Portfolio: Valor

Ignus: -1 Nourishment: The Elves that are descended from those that have lived in the Plane of Fire are now Quasi-Immortal. They do not suffer penalties from aging, and do not die of old age. These Elves have Amber Colored Eyes or Hair, and may cast Searing Light once per day as a Supernatural Ability. Some Elves on the Playground randomly display this new racial heritage randomly.

-1 Create Subrace: Azers: Fire Aspected Dwarves. Dwarves which have lived in the Plane of Fire for so long have taken on some of the traits of that plane.

Racial Attribute Modifiers: +2 Strength, +2 Dexterity, +2 Constitution, +2 Intelligence, +2 Wisdom, –2 Charisma.
Size: Medium size.
Speed: An azer’s base land speed is 30 feet.
Darkvision: Azers can see in the dark up to 60 feet.
Racial Hit Dice: An azer begins with two levels of outsider, which provide 2d8 Hit Dice, a base attack bonus of +2, and base saving throw bonuses of Fort +3, Ref +3, and Will +3.
Racial Skills: An azer’s outsider levels give it skill points equal to 5 x (8 + Int modifier). Its class skills are Appraise, Climb, Craft, Hide, Jump, Listen, Search, and Spot.
Racial Feats: An azer’s outsider levels give it one feat.
Special Attacks (see above): Heat (Ex): An azer’s body is intensely hot, so its unarmed attacks deal extra fire damage. Its metallic weapons also conduct this heat.
Special Qualities (see above): Fire Absorbtion (As Fire Genasi), spell resistance equal to 10 + Total Hit Dice, vulnerability to cold.
Automatic Languages: Dwarven, Common, Ignan. Bonus Languages: Aquan, Auran, Celestial, Infernal, Terran.
Favored Class: Fighter.
Level adjustment +4.

[Shmee]

Market Square, Avalon, Eldarond - Ulvin, Kyrokoli

In size, Ulvin towered over Kyrokoli, the Man-God easily stood at 9ft in height, his well muscled body covered in silver colored plate.

"Kyrokoli." said Ulvin, it wasnt a question but a reaffirming statement. He looked down on the goddess, no real emotion on his face.

"Follow me then. A conversation between deities is not for mortal ears." With that, he simply walked towards Divine Decree's general direction. He could have flown, but he did not. He could have simply willed himself there but he did not. Instead, he chose to walk among his people as if he were a normal person even though he was not.

Ulvin remained silent the whole way to Divine Decree, a simple smile or a whisper of encouragement to the humans that they passed when finally they reached Divine Decree, the paladins opening the solid doors wide for both deities to pass into the assembly chamber and into the throne room.

The King Knight turned to Kyrokoli and simply asked "What is it that I might do for you, Winter Queen?"

Kryokoli follows Ulvin as silent as he is, instead opting to observe how this deity interacts with his followers. Finally they arrive at Ulvin's throne room, she answers Ulvin's question "As you may have heard of my accomplishments, it should be no secret that I desire to blanket the Playground in a perpetual winter. To the north is the Iceshelf Tundra. The Frozen North was formed by another deity, but it too knows the chill of winter. The seas have frozen over at my mere presence, and I hold dominance over the First Tree. Now I seek to once again expand my influence but am torn as to where to strike next. Craast Dominus lies within range. Perhaps I may freeze the remaining oceans. I might even expand to the South of Stoixia or strike at Demiourgia itself. Or I may target you and yours." she says in a matter of fact tone.

"My Human once worshiped you before being converted. I have heard of how pious and loved you are in your lands, and to be honest it sickens me. The more someone cherishes something, the more it makes me want to destroy it. So here is my reason for visiting you Ulvin Silverblade: I'd like to hear from your own lips a good reason why I should not smite you and all your people. Make your case, and should it be satisfactory, I shall focus my wrath elsewhere." Ulvin would notice that Kryokoli is equipped with her battle gear, and her wicked scourge tied to her hip, is within arm's length.

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Demiourgia


Although one may think that the only place were one can find Elves are on the First Tree, there were many who had arrived at Demiourgia centuries ago when Deimos had created them. Of course, they were disorganized and mostly left alone by the other natives of the land. Even so, life was not easy for these Elves lacked the security that the other races of Demiourgia had. They did not have the means to build their city, like the Dragonborn of the Dwarfs, so they were vulnerable to attacks from Orcs and all sorts of various monsters that roam the lands.

One day it happened that a tribe of Elves were traveling South of the Ruins of Purity and East of the Bay of Neutrality. These Elves were seeking a place for them to settle down and begin a settlement of their own. There were some who were arguing that it would be preferable to return to the First Tree, despite the influx of foreign forces. Yet something was terribly odd about the land they had chosen, for the mages and wizards who had accompanied the Elves found that their magic was greatly amplified for reasons they could not comprehend. After some debating it was decided that the Elves would settle on these lands, the settlement itself was named Nylnor.

Although Nylnor was an Elven settlement, there were many people of different races that came to these lands, curiosity attracted mages and all form of spell casters like moths to a fire, as they would find that not only can they cast spells higher than their normal level, but that their spells were twice as efficient. Thus Nylnor began to grow from a settlement to a small town brimming with mages.

As Nylnor continued to expand, one day the Elven Elders were approached by the most beautiful Elven maiden that they had ever seen. Only introducing herself as "The Witch", she radiated an aura of pure power as she explained that if the Elves wanted to discover the source of power, all they had to do was to dig the earth beneath Nylnor. After great debate, the Elves decided that they would heed the Witch's advise, if anything to help clear the mystery surrounding these lands. After an extensive dig, the Elves were surprised that true to the Witch's word, something was discovered, a crystal pulsating pure arcane power was found underneath. They continued to dig amazed at the sheer size of this crystal which seemed to be the size of a mountain. However large as it was, the crystal was not a mountain, but in fact a shard, which as soon as it was unearthed, it began to float into the sky.

The Witch casts a spell which causes a massive chain to erupt from the ground and imbed itself into the crystal before it can fly away. She then explains that this crystal is merely a shard which fell from the sky when the Cosmic Mother revealed herself putting an abrupt end to the Draconic Civil War. Being a god of Magic, this piece of the Cosmic Mother resonated the magical ability of all spell casters, effectively empowering them. Thus the Elves of Nylnor could consider themselves blessed by the goddess of Creation. However the Witch did warn the Elves that this shard of the Cosmic Mother may prove to be a blessing or a curse, everything would depend on the choices the Elves would make.

Thus the Elves of Nylnor decided to expand their nation around the Cosmic Shard. The shard itself acting as a source of seemingly infinite magical power to fuel the city's need. Every aspect of the city became magical, from the source of street lights to floating towers found across the city. The most powerful mages who assembled at Nylnor, although not all necessarily Elves, decided that as the arcane powers served as the fundamental pillar of their society, city and nation, then it is those who wield the strongest forms of magic who should rule over it. Thus the Magocracy of Nylnor was created with the Archmages serving as the highest authority.

Their first action was to secure the Cosmic Shard by forming more chains in order to firmly secure it. Following that they constructed their bastion atop the Shard itself, so that the Council of Archmages may watch over the Shard's use. During the day the Shard seems to hum with power, while during night it gives off a faint glow leading some to believe that the Shard actually absorbs light from the Cosmic Mother's eyes. Whether that is true, the Archmages remain silent about this theory.

It was like this that the Elven nation of Nylnor was founded. Although the city consists mostly of Elves it is very common to find mages of other races who have flocked to the City of the Arcane.


The Cosmic Mother.

AP11+2 Bonus=13
AP10=13-3: Create Nourishment Artifact: The Cosmic Shard
AP8=10-2: Create Organization: The Magocracy of Nylnor (PrC: Archmage)
AP7=8-1: Nourishment: All spell casters within and around a certain distance from Nylnor find that not only can they cast spells higher than their current level, their spells are actually much more potent.
AP4=7-3: Gain Domain : Elf (Actions done: Cosmic Shard (3) and the Magocracy (2)
AP2=4-2: Gain Portfolio: Elf-kind.

[thethird]

Eucle - Erebus

The prosperity god had returned to the realm of shadow feeling his grandfather pull for the mortal souls among his people wane. There would be a power struggle, soon, all vacuums were to be filled at some point. And the wealth demon didn't doubt that the other gods wouldn't chase after the departed souls. Thus he wanted to be the first to reach the darkness.

He had once been invited into the deepest dark were his grandfather had roamed and he could find his way on the dark realm. Traveling he had passed many mortal souls trapped in the dark, living in eternity cast in shadows but trapped in illusions that filled them with delight. They weren't so different his grandfather and him, both giving mortals the bliss of comforting mirages be it on death or in dreams.

When he reached the castle that had pertained Death he went inside. The doors weren't barred. Or if they were they couldn't stop him. He went for the room where he had laughed at his grandfather before leaving. Incapable of finding him there he explored the rest of the castle. Room by room searching. To no avail, nothing remained from his grandfather other than shadows.

What remained though were the gods shadows that had been with his grandfather. His mother's shadow was there, as was his father's and his first still born child. Fortunately the three had assumed humanoid forms, his father had the gaunt skeletal features that he was used to, his mother had assumed the wet likeness of a woman, taking traits that the moongrels had associated with her when they first had heard about the demon's matron, and his child was a reflection of his moongrel form yet perfected in marble and gold but lacking a heart. None had much color in them as if they were made of varely substantial ash.

"You are figments. You are no more."

The prosperity god casted them away but the dead souls remained. There was nowhere to go. Erebus was the final destination. A cup that could be filled but never empited.

"Begone."

Even if they wanted to, and Eucle wasn't sure that was the case. A part of him wanted to charge at them. To break them between hammer and club. But that would be wasteful. Instead he moved towards them and looked at each in the eye. Searching for a spark of what they had been. He found it there. Just a fickle flame that defied extinction. He smiled, glee filling him. He could take that flame. He could devour it fully. It would make him more powerful. And no one would be the wiser. Of course it would require consuming his parents and his child souls. But who cared about souls anyway?

Eucle cared.

The temptation passed, subsummed for an instant before turning into more profitable, and less questionable, avenues.

"Can I offer you a deal?"

Trade was good, trade was what he had been born to do. To exchange and through it to expand. To become bigger by changing itself and others. To better others by changing them so he could improve himself further. That had always been his core belief. If others did well, you did ultimately well. Thus he gave some of his divinity to the figments and took some other in equal measure. His power grew more diverse as he took from their souls their power became livelier as their partaked in his.

He shared and traded with the dead gods. And when the dead souls saw that they also wanted to partake in the action. Mortals long forgotten came to him, the first ones to come were his followers who had been trapped on the shadow realms when they had died. Then the moongrels whose souls the dead death god had partaken with trickery. Then others who simply wished for a change. To leave the recurring utopic loop in which they were trapped. It took effort to break from the cave, for when a cave is all you know shadows look like reality. But illusions were all to fickle.

The trade god smiled upon them. Tearing away the afterlife chains they were little more than formless mannequins filled with ash and shadow that threatened with collapse. Almost nothing of their past lives remained and what they had, the only thing of true value, they offered as oblations to the demon god. Sampling their memories and dreams the demon grew stronger but came true on his deal. He taught them how to build mask of gold, a plenty in the shadow realm below the world, to cork their shadows inside their ash bodies and keep from being torn away.

Once he had amassed many of this newly created creatures he unleashed them into the realm of shadow and the world beyond. They had two simple commands. The first one was to trade, they would trade the underworld's valueless wealth for valuable stories. The second one was to search, for two souls had evaded the Prosperity god notice. They were to search for Zalsaram, eldest of all, and for whatever remained of his grandfather, for Eucle knew that even dead the death god could prove troublesome.

Eucle 0 AP + 2 AP from bonus + 7 AP from rollover + 2 PAP = 9 AP + 2 PAP
9 AP Raise divine rank (3, 3 AP actions, justified AP use gain domain (3 AP) (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=19158038&postcount=1029), beget god (5 AP) (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=19098610&postcount=892), gain portfolio (2 AP), gain portfolion (2 AP), gain domain (3 AP) (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=19153030&postcount=999)

As a 15 DR deity Eucle gains a new DCM:

{C} Souls come unto me: Eucle can call the deceased souls to form an army around himself warding him from attacks and disracting his opponents with their many bodies.

1 PAP Create Subrace (Cult of the Beast, Souls must be free): Eucle has created the returned (http://media.wizards.com/images/magic/daily/arcana/arc1358_art.jpg) (or Itzulk in moongrel), this undead do not remember anything of their past lives, whatever they remembered before returning is given to the prosperity god as their deal to roam the world again.

Each of them is an undistinctive humanoid, without recognizable features. Their skin is shadowed ashen, their like faces but have circular orifices where the mouth or eyes should be, continually leaking smoky shadow that dissipates soon after leaving them. While some theorize that if all the shadow were to leave them they would die (again) this is not detrimental for them, other than being rather spooky to those around. When their skin is ruptured, the same ash and shadow comes out before the wound is closed.

They all wear golden mask, gold being cheap in the underworld. This masks are crafted by each one of them in the underworld under Eucle's or anyone of his chosen to represent the pact between the prosperity god and those returned.

Medium: As Medium creatures, returned have no special bonuses or penalties due to their size.
Undead: Returned are undead creatures, and have all the associated traits.
Returned base land speed is 30 feet.
Automatic Languages: Common. Returned gain the ability to speak Common upon their transformation, but they do not lose the ability to speak languages they previously knew before Returning.
Golden Mask (Ex): As long as they wear their golden mask returned have the following traits.
Resist Control (Ex): Returned have a +2 profane bonus on their Will saving throws to resist the effect of a control undead spell.
Turn Resistance (Ex): A Returned has +2 turn resistance.
Unnatural Resilience (Ex): A returned automatically heal hit point damage and ability damage at the same rate as a living creature. The Heal skill has no effect on returned; however, negative energy (such as an inflict spell) heals them.

While theoretically non medium sized humanoid returned could exist they are rare, being the exception rather than the norm.

0 AP Mark "Mortal": Zahav Zalal the deceased god of Greed, and Eucle's first child, has been marked among the returned. His ashen body has a hole in his chest, where the heart would be always leaking shadow, but other than that he is perfectly clad in the finest gold there is wearing a cherub's mask. When Eucle is absent in the underworld he is the one who oversees the Returned creation.

1 PAP remaining

[Hatter]

Divine Decree, Avalon, Eldarond - Ulvin, Kyrokoli

"Because I will fight back. My Father would fight back and with the proper motivation, the other member of my pantheon would fight back. Three gods, against you. You are smarter than that and that is not your true purpose here, for how can one who has no heart or emotion feel sickened and disgusted? How can one such person have wrath?" Ulvin sat on his throne.

"No. You have another purpose for being here. Enough threats. I will not grovel to you. I will not plead or beg of you. I am not beholden to you nor am I or will I ever be subservient to you. Tell me why you are truly here." He leaned back straight in his throne and calmly placed his hands in his lap with his fingers interlocked together.

[smashingBrawler]

Clora - The Void

Clora turned her interest away from any trial or meeting, as thoughts formed in her mind. The undead would assuredly flourish if they existed in different ways than her originals. Different forms of recreation, should any one fail. Undead of a different kind of magic, or reproduced in some... hardier fashion. She began to conjure these things with magic from her claws.

The first, she bore of the healing magic she had uncovered, creating creatures one the verge of death and undeath, yet certainly deathless. These began to rise from the deceased forces of good on a battlefield down on the world. Powered by goodness and healing, they would perhaps be a more suitable selection for some of the goodlier deities.

Simultaneously, she created something that could be easily described as darker. Fangs, paleness, and a hint of the evil nature of what had created Clora long ago. These creatures would learn to use the darkness, the shadows, in response to the ancient foe. They would also, should the time ever come, be prepared to thin the numbers living. They would be the vampires - and they would have great power and potential, but they would have a weakness so long as the foe rested. They would be harmed by the light of the suns, the power of the ancient line - this would keep them in check until something dangerous took control. These rose from the other side of the battlefield, the other side of the coin from the deathless.

In time, the vampires would find the living, and create something that existed both inside and outside of life and undeath - a combination of the two. These would be known as dhampirs, and they while they were yet to exist, they would bridge the gap between the two states of existence.

Finally, she took control of that which laid in the hands of Althia, and caused it to grant the deahtless the varieties that had been given to the skeletons - the flight and the light.

The, she redirected her attention. The numbers and varieties of undead were growing - they would need those who knew how to lead, and also those who would learn how to work alongside them. Exchange had already become something big, and so clearly an organization of exchange would be useful the undead. They could provide eternal labour, but they would not give it away freely.

Finally, as she gave the creatures new power, she knew she would need to allow mortals options. Other gods would be able to use their clerics to aid or harm the undead, by the choice of the deities - and they could specify aid or harm based on the varieties of undead - The neutral standard, the evil vampiric, and the good deathless.

Forgot to add a tenant to the pantheon Clora joined - but also haven't spent any PAP as such. Here it is: "No action can allow the numbers of the living, dead, or undead to outweigh the other two combined"
Initial AP: [4]
AP Gain : [+5] (Rollover) [+2 Bonus] (New IC)
Subtotal AP: [9+2]
AP Expenditure:
Create Populace (Deathless, Dhampirs, and Vampires - oh my!) [-2] - Vampires are as expected, and existing alongside Dhampirs (http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/Dhampir_(3.5e_Template)) (except make that LA 4) and Deathless (http://eberronunlimited.wikidot.com/deathless).
Create Organization (Unliving Labour Exchange) [-2] - The Undead Overseer PrC (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?227207-Undead-Overseer(3-5Prestige-class)-PEACH) works quite well here. The ULEx has representatives in most places where the undead can be found - Those who learn to work within the Undead system can find themselves with quite the workforce, for the right price.
Raise DR [-3] - Using the two above actions. Clora acquires DR 8, and gains a DCM, {A} Healing Light - Clora's light heals allies.
Nourishment (The Choice) [-1] - Deities choose how their clerics effect undead and the living with healing/harming/smiting/rebuking etc, as opposed to it being directly linked to alignment. For example, Clora's cleric's will heal all types with healing spells, and would rebuke over turning undead - though even rebuking and commanding is looked down upon within the religion - Bolstering is viewed as fully acceptable.
Utility Artifact Usages:
Create Subrace (SotA) - The Glowing/Glowing+Flying templates of skeletons can also apply to deahtless. Special note: The light of any glowing deathless acts as sunlight for the purposes of vampiric weaknesses.
Nourishment (ToRL) - They have begun to appear around the edges of the underplayground, and continue their usual action of restoration.
Remaining AP: [3]

Althia, Cho'zak, Lum'ohs and various undead - Frozen Stoixia

Althia arrived in the north and found the undead. She looked around the north, and focused on something that stood out beyond the sight of the children. The Crystalline Palace.

Kealoharen & Zermanion - Dawnwatch, Solar's Peak Mountains

"You say you are a shield, and yet you are making a sword. I will go, see what is occuring for myself. But I shall be clear - if they have attacked, it is no surprise. A cornered animal will fight when it has no other escape. One who attacks, provokes." Kealoharen rushed off to the distance, finding the Avatar of Zermanion and her forces. "Please - stop this fighting. War will only create more suffering. Pain will only create more suffering. Peace can only be achieved through understanding."

Kealoharen looked at the torn forest, the harpies, the strange and twisted things. In one way, Kealoharen saw why Zermanion had come to this place. Visibly twisted. Within the forest, light shining only from the stray light-tipped tendril. But these things were not necessarily good or evil. They were different. They did not have to be evil - nothing had to be evil, surely.

Kealoharen's flight marked a significant time after the original pulse of their origin. The energy began to settle across the land - and infants began to be born... special. Blessed by the love of the god. These new creatures were not inherently vengeful or judgemental - though those created by the power of other gods in the future could be. They were born beloved by the god, even if Kealoharen knew none of them yet - They would always feel loved.

Initial AP: [0]
AP Gain : [+3] (Rollover) [+2 Bonus] (New IC)
Subtotal AP: [3+2]
AP Expediture:
Create Populace (Aasimar) [-2] - Kealoharen has created the player race Aasimar (http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Planetouched%E2%80%94Aasimars_(Race)). Currently, the Aasimar that exist take on the loving traits of Kealoharen. Any Aasimar created of other good gods in the future will have traits more akin to the god that created them. (Potentially a side effect of large bursts of goodness)
Remaing AP: [3]
Clerics of Kealoharen are only allowed to heal, and rebuking is preferred to turning. Vampire hunters should apply elsewhere.

[thethird]

Landro (http://www.hipstersofthecoast.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/gray-merchant-610x420.jpg) Krenko - Ka

The ashen skinned goblin is weird. For starters he is a goblin, not an aram nor any of the other goblinoid subraces that sprung afterwards. He also happens to have a heart that's not beating, but that ain't a problem he moves just fine. His face is covered in a thick and polished golden mask and a red scarf that seems to evaporate into nothingness. But not many look at his face. They look at his back, for he carries a heavy bag with a hole. From the hole the bag's content is spilling leaving a trail of golden coins. But this ain't no Hansel and Gretel story, those shiny coins aren't going to be left in place. Goblins surely don't mind kneeling to get some change, or kneeling someone to get the change that they would otherwise pick. Hey, free market!

Landro for that's the ashen goblin's name appears unconcerned with his thinning cargo. He just keeps wandering the city listening and all too rarely making questions about a so called Kith. A master thief or somesuch.

Voth (http://40.media.tumblr.com/0ada7cfdc66175610d238a9235a89b4f/tumblr_mzr9tagBFy1sucxmto1_1280.jpg), Lylien - Lylien

The goddess observes the newcommer. He is garbed in a formal tunic that went out of style in the moon a couple of centuries ago. Black cloth with fractal geometric designs with little to no color in them. He also wore gold, a lot, not only a mask but vambraces too. Such metalic ostentation wasn't the norm in the forest, prosperity dragons being a valid concern there.

She had tried reaching him telepathically but the creature hadn't given a sign of being able to hear her. What was it? Garbed like a mongrel of old with skin the color of ash and with no response to the mental network that all moongrel shared? Was it even a moongrel? The goddess decided to speak the kin tongue.

"What do you want?"

The stranger looked confused, but he answered swiftly. Using the same secret tongue perfectly.

"To teach."

"Why?"

"I made a deal."

"Whom?"

"Aita."

The goddess looked at the strangely garbed man, wondering why he had used that particular word. Perhaps having the conversation on the kin tongue, as opposed to mentally, lead to potential lies and misunderstanding. Yet him using the word father couldn't be fortuituous. What was her father up to?

When the goddess decided that there was nothing wrong in discovering she allowed the Returned to preach his teachings. With his admittance to the mech city the Itzulk, the name spread like wildfire, instalated himself close to the seed chorus. Mirrored the seeds and him were complementing opposites, one was a body without memories and the others were memories without bodies. Apparently they found solace in each others pressence.

Lylien 3 AP + 2 AP (bonus) + 3 AP rollover + 1 PAP
3 AP Claim Domain: Runes
2 AP Claim Portfolio: Writing

3 AP + 1 PAP remaining

Eucle 1 PAP

1 PAP Create Concept (Moon: Power is Power): Shadowcasting Itzulk, and those taught by them, can access the power from Erebus (the plane of shadow) becoming Shadowcasters (Tome of Magic). Please though, note the quasi-official fix by the class creator (which should be in place):

1) Grant bonus mysteries per day based on Int. These would work just like bonus spells. For instance, if your Int is 14, you can cast one extra mystery of 1st-level equivalent and one of 2nd-level equivalent per day. (Note that each mystery does give an equivalent level, even though you don't learn them by level.)

2) Eliminate the rule that says you have to take mysteries in a given Path in order. If you want to jump around, so as to broaden your versatility, you can. You must still have at least one mystery of any given level equivalent (1st, 2nd, etc.) before you can get a mystery of the next higher level within a type (Apprentice, Initiate, Master), but they need not come from the same Path.

3) Eliminate the rule that says you get a bonus feat equal to half the number of paths you have access to. Instead, you get a bonus feat equal to the total number of Paths you complete. Thus, while you are no longer required to take the entirety of a given Path, there's still encouragement to do so.

4) Allow the shadowcaster to swap out mysteries, like a sorcerer does spells, with the caveat that if you suddenly "un-complete" a Path, you lose a feat as well.

5) Once your Apprentice Mysteries become supernatural abilities, change the save DC from 10 + equivalent spell level + Cha to 10 + 1/2 caster level + Cha. This makes them useful even against high-HD opponents, and follows the pattern for other supernatural abilities.

The other class created by the create concept is: the etherjammer (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?208114-Gitp-PrC-Contest-XXIX-Guts-Gears-and-Glory!&p=11530623#post11530623). One of my favourite Kellus' classes.

0 AP Teach Populace (using Ignus' Hammer): Etherjam; Since we don't have an Ethereal plane Etherjammers can Etherjam whenever in a plane coterminous to the realm of dreams. If Etherjammers follow Eucle, or they are Moongrel not acting against him they can also Etherjam in any plane coterminous to Dream Neutral Ground. Any plane with dream trees or dreaming skeletons in it is considered coterminous to Dream Neutral Ground.

0 AP remaining

[Shmee]

Divine Decree, Avalon, Eldarond - Ulvin, Kyrokoli

"Because I will fight back. My Father would fight back and with the proper motivation, the other member of my pantheon would fight back. Three gods, against you. You are smarter than that and that is not your true purpose here, for how can one who has no heart or emotion feel sickened and disgusted? How can one such person have wrath?" Ulvin sat on his throne.

"No. You have another purpose for being here. Enough threats. I will not grovel to you. I will not plead or beg of you. I am not beholden to you nor am I or will I ever be subservient to you. Tell me why you are truly here." He leaned back straight in his throne and calmly placed his hands in his lap with his fingers interlocked together.

Kryokoli shakes her head "As I said, my purpose is to judge your character, for I feel that you may very well be one of the major obstacles that I may face as I march across the Playground. You have misunderstood me. Perhaps I no longer feel any emotions, but I once knew what it meant to feel sickened and disgusted. And I know very well that these are the feelings I would have if I could feel them at all."

"So your answer is to threaten me with your allies. Is that the honor of Ulvin Silverblade? To have three gods gang up on me as they did my to mother? Perhaps you would also force yourself upon me while you are at it? You have truly misunderstood me, for the reason I'm facing you today is because I know that you will fight back. Pick up your weapon, and face me. It shall be a test of strength, you against me with no outside interference."

"I challenge you and your honor Ulvin Silverblade. Prove to me that you can face me in a duel between good and evil."


Kryokoli

AP=8-3: Declare Divine Combat against Ulvin Silverblade. (Rolling will start as soon as we agree on the location.)




Althia, Cho'zak, Lum'ohs and various undead - Frozen Stoixia

Althia arrived in the north and found the undead. She looked around the north, and focused on something that stood out beyond the sight of the children. The Crystalline Palace.

As the undead approach the Crystalline Palace, a pack of the largest wolfs that they have ever seen approach them, in effect encircling the intruders. Keeping a distance, the largest one approaches the undead and begins to sniff them "Rotten flesh... barely eatable and not alive. Who are you, and what do you seek in these forsaken lands?" growls Fenrir.



Cap'n Hookpatch, Squeaks, Skreetchy - Under Mytea
Hookpatch grinned at Skreetchy and said "Ye...Yer a good one matey. Where we start plunderin'? Hookpeg been itchin' to gather some scales!" He then began to stumble about since the hole was getting sealed and began to work on a bomb to either blow up the bunker or blow up Mytea; he didn't care as long as something would go in a big boom.


"The problem are... THOSE PESKY GODS!" screams Skreechy "THERE ARE JUST TOO MANY OF THEM WALKING AROUND THE PLAYGROUND... and for reasons that I just can't understand ...I AM NOT A GOD! Otherwise I'd be giving them a taste of their own medicine... BY THROWING PEANUTS AT THEM! YOU LIKE YOUR PEANUTS? HAVE ANOTHER PEANUT! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA" cackles the insane Goblin to the heavens. "If we are going to take over the Playground, we are going to need to become as powerful as the gods... BUT HOW?"

[Hatter]

Divine Decree, Avalon, Eldarond - Ulvin, Kyrokoli

At her challenge, Ulvin stood and gazed long and hard at Kyrokoli. "I accept, Kyrokoli of the Crystalline Tower but you will not have your duel here or anywhere near civilized lands where innocents may be hurt. Instead, I propose that we take this duel to the Northwest. There is a group of islands there called the Reean Isles. We shall duel upon the northern most island." with his proposal being said, he begins to walk out of Divine Decree and upon exiting it's doors, he simply vanished to reappear on the northern most island of the Reean Isles.

The Reean Isles - Ulvin, Kyrokoli

As soon as Kyrokoli appeared before him on the sandy beach, Ulvin detatched Hero from his waist and the blade immediately appeared in response to his touch. Ulvin brought the blade down and held it in both hands, the tip of Hero's blade stabbing into the sand. "Whenever you are ready, Ice Queen."

Krenko-Ka - Kith, Landro
"You're a strange one." said Kith as he appeared, cornering the strange goblin in a dark alley, today Kith was dressed in his tight fitting bodysuit, his ninja mask barely pulled up over his chin. "Heard you're looking for me. Not many people come knocking for Kith."

Bunker, Under Mytea - Skreechy, Cpt. Hookpatch, Squeaks

Squeaks stared at Skreechy in almost disbelief before saying. "What if we had a god's weapon. We be strong then?"

The shy goblin covered his mouth as soon as he opened it, a small shudder coursing through his body.

[Ralasha]

The Frozen North: Random Roadside Campsite - Roaming Traders, Hemeliosa

Sitting around a campfire, traiding tales, singing, drinking, and generally being merry are two groups of merchants, good humor being rather abundant amongst these two groups. On a large round cross-section of a very large tree, generally carried by such groups for this purpose, as it tends to be rather common... sits Hemeliosa.

She rests, listening to their talk of ancient tales, ghost stories, of Heroes of theirs... which never lived, performing deeds never done. She would not disillusion them. Let them have what enjoyment they can, the world isn't kind after all, and this land was not made to coddle them, but to make them strong.

The fire throws shadows, which dance in the starlight, re-enacting the tales being told, or sung. Her expression, as usual is impassive as she watches over her children. Making certain the monsters in the dark stay clear for the time being.

The fire sputters in the cold, and leaps back up to it's original height. The headwinds coming down from the mountains to the south are cold. Breath hangs in the air, falling slowly to the ground like snowfall viewed from far above on a cloudless night.

The stars above twinkle merrily, as though enjoying the tales being told beneath them as much as those doing the telling or the listening. There is no bad news here tonight.

Hemeliosa decides to join in the telling, and a tale is woven of a Skald. This Skald does not exist, at least, it did not exist. But as her tale is spun, it's essence is given form. The light and shadows mingle, giving rise to merriment, the sound of laughter is heard, but not from those present. It takes it form as it steps forth, a new god being born. A god of tales and poetry, those around the fire... all look hesitant.

Your show.

[Zelphas]

Lawforged--The Chief Courthouse, Lawsblood, Axia

Despite the iron control that all First Forged were expected to maintain in emulation of their god, Larut III was excited. A direct representative of Kethneciel, was coming to Lawsblood in nine blinks' time to give judgment to the god of Nature and the god of Winter. It was a historic time for the nation of law and order.

Of course, Larut I had long ago written down laws for accepting a dignitary of the Implacable Judge with due reverence, as well as how to welcome a representative of Nature. Larut II had written out how to accept the goddess of Winter to their kingdom as soon as he heard of her existence. Larut III also created preparatory committees for accepting Ignus, Hemeliosa, Eucle, Yrzhallus, and several other minor gods and demigods, should they arrive.

Within seven blinks, everything was ready. In a state of great reverence and ceremony, the citizens of Axia awaited the coming of the representative of their god.

Kethneciel--Judgment Seat, Oussia

after making sure that Pernieth no longer needed him, Kethneciel returns to his Judgment Seat and ponders.

Death was one of the first and greatest Laws this universe had. Reincarnation did not break this law, not truly; but it robbed the law of its weight, its teeth. And the god of Death had done nothing. Kethneciel nodded to himself, and vanished.

Kethneciel--Erebus

The Implacable Judge presented himself to the Keepers to meet the god of death. They told him the impossible: the Death god had himself succumbed to death. The Implacable Judge, with permission of the Keepers, scoured Erebus for Kyre. He found nothing.

Finally, Kethneciel stood in the ruins of the Castle of Eternal Night. The death god was dead; he was not able to uphold his law. The Implacable Judge nodded once, and struck the ground of Erebus with the butt of his great axe. It fell to him then. He snapped his fingers, and vanished.

Where Kethneciel struck the ground, up shone a blinding white light. This light fractured into several dazzling motes, and then shot out of Erebus in all directions, descending upon the Playground in an invisible storm. Mortal creatures found that one in ten of the children birthed in the next several blinks were cleverer, more creative, and simply more full of life than the others around.

The result of Kethneciel's second act in Erebus would be less noticeable--at first. Even when it became known, only the gods would see it. Eventually, the great cycle of reincarnation...slowed. Certain, ancient souls found themseves before Kethneciel, remembering and reciting their actions from every lifetime to him. They were then sent to the suitable afterlife of the suitable god, where they remained. Forever.

Kahla--The Spawning Pool, Craast Dominus

Kahla stirred, uneasy. The goddess, the enemy, had not surfaced. She calmed herself quickly, however; it would come when it would come, and she would meet it and adapt when it did.

Kethneciel
2 AP + 7 AP (Rollover) + 2 AP (New IC) = 11 AP

-3 AP: Create Utility Artifact--Nourishment (the Well of Souls). For the first time in eons, new souls decend to the Playground, bringing new ideas and an outburst of creativity and life.

-1 AP: The Law of Death (Pestilence). Starting when Kethneciel snapped his fingers, reincarnation caps at twenty lives. After their twentieth life, the souls are sent to the Judgment Seat, where Kethneciel reviews all of their past actions and sends them to the most proper afterlife. They remain there, under the sway of their god, forever.

Kahla
1 AP + 3 AP (Rollover) + 2 AP (New IC) = 6 AP

No actions yet.

[Durmatagno]

Rosian stops and stares at his hand, flexing it with uncertainty. Already at his hip he could feel a weight, unfamiliar, and yet comforting. Around his shoulders was a cloak as dark as the deepest abyss, but in the dim light, the lights of the very stars could be seen clearly. His skin was pale, and fair, but his hair matched his cloak. On his nose were rectangular glasses, seemingly plain, but behind them were eyes that, from the campfire, sparkled as polished silver. He rolled his neck, chuckling lightly as he got used to the feeling of...everything. Sights, sound, smells, his own body as it moved through, and he slowly came to realize he wasn't alone.

Many people, about his size, though he got the feeling he could change that if he wished, were around him, but what drew his eye was a large, brass skinned woman with a single wing. He could feel the echos of laughter in his mouth, and power coursing in his veins. He could also feel.......he couldn't put it into words, it was limitless, and yet easily forgotten. Like a streak of a shooting star across the night sky. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, struggling to figure out what to say, as his mind raced through jumbled thoughts of who, what, why, and trying to figure out how to quantify the thing he was thinking. Through all this confusion, a single word crept to his lips. It was an odd word, he didn't immediately understand it's meaning, but as soon as he uttered it, he knew.

"Rosian."

After that, there were other words. Future, hope, despair, danger, fire, world, but Rosian, and a new phrase, something he wouldn't understand yet, kept repeating themselves. The Forgotten Dreamer. Perhaps he would never know what they meant, everything was to new to him, and yet....he felt...right, the weight on his hip, the glasses on his nose, the cloak surrounding his body.

The cloak. His mind wandered once more, and it shimmered, and shifted, turning white, and upon it came images of villages, and towns. The beauty of a simple life, a farmer in his field, a Shepard with his flock, a blacksmith at his forge, a child running in the grass, or sand, or sometimes even snow, though that was hard to tell apart from his cloak. The weight at his side shifted slightly as it's long, slender blade became etched with images, some disturbing, some amazing, though he would not know this until he drew the weapon from it's sheath. All he knew right now was that it was great to be alive, and that there was so much in this world that he would love.

[Ralasha]

Rosian stops and stares at his hand, flexing it with uncertainty. Already at his hip he could feel a weight, unfamiliar, and yet comforting. Around his shoulders was a cloak as dark as the deepest abyss, but in the dim light, the lights of the very stars could be seen clearly. His skin was pale, and fair, but his hair matched his cloak. On his nose were rectangular glasses, seemingly plain, but behind them were eyes that, from the campfire, sparkled as polished silver. He rolled his neck, chuckling lightly as he got used to the feeling of...everything. Sights, sound, smells, his own body as it moved through, and he slowly came to realize he wasn't alone.

Many people, about his size, though he got the feeling he could change that if he wished, were around him, but what drew his eye was a large, brass skinned woman with a single wing. He could feel the echos of laughter in his mouth, and power coursing in his veins. He could also feel.......he couldn't put it into words, it was limitless, and yet easily forgotten. Like a streak of a shooting star across the night sky. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, struggling to figure out what to say, as his mind raced through jumbled thoughts of who, what, why, and trying to figure out how to quantify the thing he was thinking. Through all this confusion, a single word crept to his lips. It was an odd word, he didn't immediately understand it's meaning, but as soon as he uttered it, he knew.

"Rosian."

After that, there were other words. Future, hope, despair, danger, fire, world, but Rosian, and a new phrase, something he wouldn't understand yet, kept repeating themselves. The Forgotten Dreamer. Perhaps he would never know what they meant, everything was to new to him, and yet....he felt...right, the weight on his hip, the glasses on his nose, the cloak surrounding his body.

The cloak. His mind wandered once more, and it shimmered, and shifted, turning white, and upon it came images of villages, and towns. The beauty of a simple life, a farmer in his field, a Shepard with his flock, a blacksmith at his forge, a child running in the grass, or sand, or sometimes even snow, though that was hard to tell apart from his cloak. The weight at his side shifted slightly as it's long, slender blade became etched with images, some disturbing, some amazing, though he would not know this until he drew the weapon from it's sheath. All he knew right now was that it was great to be alive, and that there was so much in this world that he would love.

An easy silence comes into being around the fire. Uncertainty apparent on the faces of the mortals. Hemeliosa though smiles.

"Hemeliosa." She bows from her position. "Would you care to join us?" She blinks, "Son...?" She blinks again in slight surprise at herself.

[Durmatagno]

An easy silence comes into being around the fire. Uncertainty apparent on the faces of the mortals. Hemeliosa though smiles.

"Hemeliosa." She bows from her position. "Would you care to join us?" She blinks, "Son...?" She blinks again in slight surprise at herself.


Rosian's focus shifted back toe Hemeliosa, his eyes focusing, his mind clearing as it begin to organize itself.

"Hemeliosa...mother?"

The words were heavy and uncertain on his tongue, and as he spoke his cloak (and hair) shifted back into darkness before a wide smile plastered across his face, and he bowed in return, the movement a little uneasy from having only recently come into being.

"Join you? Hmm, yes, I think I shall join you, and these fine... he stops for a moment trying to find the right words, then decides on simply people."

He almost immediately sets himself on the ground, not caring for whatever was beneath him save that he wasn't on someone, or their things.

[Ralasha]

Rosian's focus shifted back toe Hemeliosa, his eyes focusing, his mind clearing as it begin to organize itself.

"Hemeliosa...mother?"

The words were heavy and uncertain on his tongue, and as he spoke his cloak (and hair) shifted back into darkness before a wide smile plastered across his face, and he bowed in return, the movement a little uneasy from having only recently come into being.

"Join you? Hmm, yes, I think I shall join you, and these fine... he stops for a moment trying to find the right words, then decides on simply people."

He almost immediately sets himself on the ground, not caring for whatever was beneath him save that he wasn't on someone, or their things.

Hemeliosa chuckles quietly, and looks around at her mortal children, "Well. Considering what happened this time... I think that that's enough story telling from me..." She glances over at the new God. "Apparently things can happen when a Goddess tells stories. Someone elses turn." She turns and looks at the man to her immediate left, putting him on the spot. He launches into a tale about a man who was not mortal, called Wolf-Bane. Apparently a wrestler of giants, trolls and giant wolves. The tale goes on for some time until he finally manages to slay a malicious demon, and saves the people of the north from the ravages of sleepless nights induced by terrifying nightmares.

Yet more stories are told, songs sung, and poems sung in the old way as the night wears on, until finally when the moon is at it's zenith they go to rest. Hemeliosa stands watch all night, being close to the Ice Shelf, it would be dangerous for any of them to be tired the next day, or even for someone to be awake alone, with the predators that live in the area.

If he wishes, Hemeliosa will pass time talking with him as she stands sentinel. Like some ancient and mythical guardian from one of the tales told that night, the inspiration, unbeknownst to the teller being Hemeliosa in the early days of their race.

[Shmee]

Bunker, Under Mytea - Skreechy, Cpt. Hookpatch, Squeaks

Squeaks stared at Skreechy in almost disbelief before saying. "What if we had a god's weapon. We be strong then?"

The shy goblin covered his mouth as soon as he opened it, a small shudder coursing through his body.

Skreechy claps his hands together "THAT'S IT! ITS A GREAT IDEA! I'M GLAD I THOUGHT OF IT!" he screams. "It's happened before, so why couldn't we do it?" Many had heard the legend of how Yusri had stolen the Tetsubo and defeated Dreg Oleg prior to the Battle of Purity. "But then the question is... WHICH WEAPON DO WE STEAL? Ideally it should be from one who isn't very active as it significantly decreases the chances that we'll get caught and punished..."


Divine Decree, Avalon, Eldarond - Ulvin, Kyrokoli

At her challenge, Ulvin stood and gazed long and hard at Kyrokoli. "I accept, Kyrokoli of the Crystalline Tower but you will not have your duel here or anywhere near civilized lands where innocents may be hurt. Instead, I propose that we take this duel to the Northwest. There is a group of islands there called the Reean Isles. We shall duel upon the northern most island." with his proposal being said, he begins to walk out of Divine Decree and upon exiting it's doors, he simply vanished to reappear on the northern most island of the Reean Isles.

The Reean Isles - Ulvin, Kyrokoli

As soon as Kyrokoli appeared before him on the sandy beach, Ulvin detatched Hero from his waist and the blade immediately appeared in response to his touch. Ulvin brought the blade down and held it in both hands, the tip of Hero's blade stabbing into the sand. "Whenever you are ready, Ice Queen."

Kryokoli watches as Ulvin gets up in an attempt to stop her from destroying his people. Typical Human behavior such as 'caring for others' seemed like an alien concept to Kryokoli. Regardless, although Ulvin had left his mortals in her cruel mercies, they counted for little in her eyes. They were not even worth the effort to muster her divine powers. So, the goddess of Winter erupts into a snow storm, and follows Ulvin to the Reean Isles where he was waiting for her.

For a few moments, Kryokoli inspects the battlefield trying to take in every details in case it may come in handy during the battle, or perhaps acts as a handicap. Deciding that she had seen enough, the goddess of Winter turns towards Ulvin and brings Wintertide to her hand. With a snap she whips her weapon on her ground and takes her battle stance as the two Demi-gods face one other.

For several tense moments the two gods simply stare at one another as each one awaits the other to make the first move. Their concentration is so great that the earth begins to rumble and shake, while above the island were the duel was behind held, the two immense battle auras unleashed form a perpetual hurricane around the island, with strong winds and rains forming a hazard to any mortal foolish enough to try and travel to this battlefield of the gods.

At that moment, Kryokoli decides to make an aggressive first move, as she plunges Wintertide into the ground, the scourge digging deep into the ground before homing towards Ulvin and catching him from the ankle in a surprise attack.


Use Kryokoli's wedding ring: Pestilence: A perpetual hurricane is formed over the island. It never moves, but is extremely dangerous.

Kryokoli's Natural CR:5 +2.5 from Warrior Paradigim + 1 from her {C} ability and +2 for her {H} against Good + 1 (for 2 combat artifacts)= 11.5

Round 1 roll: [roll0] +11.5

[thethird]

Krenko-Ka - Kith, Landro

The strange goblin jumps on his feet, his bag full of coins rattles at his movement. He has been startled by Kith appearance.

"What do I want? Yes-yes. Money-treasure, here, here. Catch."

The goblin throws his bag full of gold to the thief, it's mostly old stuff. Form when the humans still revered the sheperd and it has designs of him in the coins.

"More, much more much. If you take job-errand. Yes, yes. Much more."

Erebus - Kethneciel, Eucle

Eucle senses Kethneciel's presence and for a moment wonders if he should make himself known. The judging god being an entity that could potentially be useful and hard to manipulate Eucle almost wanted to keep himself out of his path. So for a while he just followed the other god, observing what he did. New souls, that... could be accomodated on his plans. But the other thing... The other thing was subtle. And the demon wasn't certain what it would imply, for himself or his plans. Ultimately he decided to be cautious, and let the judging god do his thing. For now.

[Durmatagno]

Hemeliosa chuckles quietly, and looks around at her mortal children, "Well. Considering what happened this time... I think that that's enough story telling from me..." She glances over at the new God. "Apparently things can happen when a Goddess tells stories. Someone elses turn." She turns and looks at the man to her immediate left, putting him on the spot. He launches into a tale about a man who was not mortal, called Wolf-Bane. Apparently a wrestler of giants, trolls and giant wolves. The tale goes on for some time until he finally manages to slay a malicious demon, and saves the people of the north from the ravages of sleepless nights induced by terrifying nightmares.

Yet more stories are told, songs sung, and poems sung in the old way as the night wears on, until finally when the moon is at it's zenith they go to rest. Hemeliosa stands watch all night, being close to the Ice Shelf, it would be dangerous for any of them to be tired the next day, or even for someone to be awake alone, with the predators that live in the area.

If he wishes, Hemeliosa will pass time talking with him as she stands sentinel. Like some ancient and mythical guardian from one of the tales told that night, the inspiration, unbeknownst to the teller being Hemeliosa in the early days of their race.

Rosian stays awake at first, but as he lays on the ground, and stares at the sky, his mind wanders off, and eventually, he appears to be sleeping. This, however, is only partially true. In his slumber, his mind once more focuses on itself, and the world it had observed when he had been awake. Something felt....missing to him about this world. He couldn't quite figure out what it was, or what it meant, but he did know one thing, he could fix that.

Not entirely conscious of the effort, energy began to flow out of his body, forming the basis of an entire new piece of reality. A new plane, one that was infinite, and infinitely mutating. A realm where drifting minds would visit without ever realizing it, and see their dreams, and the dreams of others. As reality itself bent, and reformed under Rosian's will, his sword absorbed excess energy, energy from his own attempts to make the plane, and through his subconscious efforts, forged something else new in of itself. A deities sword, impossibly fast, a blur of motion in the hands of its owner.

From there more of this new gods energy flowed into the cloak draped around his shoulders, being shaped by his dreams, and without direction, a chaotic jumble where finally one thing stood out above all others, but in an instant as the black cloak was being infused with energy, even more flowed from him to shape it's twin, the white cloak.


Starting AP: 17 (15 base new god; +2 New Thread Celebration)
17 - 3 = 14 (Create Plane; Vevoran, The Plane of Dreams)
14 - 3 = 11 (Create Battle Artifact; Night Terror, The Rapier)
11 - 3 = 8 (Create Utility Artifact; Cloak of Stars (Nourishment), The Black Cloak)
8 - 3 = 5 (Create Utility Artifact; Mortal Works (Pestilence), The White Cloak)

[Gunhaven]

Under Mytea - Skreetchy, Squeaky, and Cap'n
The Aram looked up from his bomb, two steps from completion, and pondered for a moment. With a grin he said "Th' Cacklin' Flame, who left us fer th' sky above, says thar's a whole bunch 'o guns up thar." He gazed at his broken rocket and then added "Give ole Pegpatch a tick... Ye'll get up thar..." He then stumbled over to a new pile and began to slap together one of the antiqued booster rockets to get them somewhere that had a proper facility.

The Glacial Sea (Frozen North/Stoxia)
The destruction of the first Crystalline Palace wasn't as complete as first suspected. The energies of two separate divinities in both creation and destruction saw a new life form slowly get born; a creature of the winter that helped personify the harshness of the winter and the tenacity of life. Slowly it created a home in the shards of the Crystalline Palace, changing as it burrowed through the ice in a new form of fire that had a tinge of cold to it, until finally it was settled. This creature then began to send out dreams to shamans of wayward tribes in an attempt to guide them.

These shamans found that slowly the cold empowered them until they were bonded with their personal eidolon. When they returned they could channel this rimefrost into bolts to help fell beasts, conjure forth creatures, and pierce the defenses of those who would harm the tribe. Each shaman was itself a leader of their tribe and soon became bonded in their shared experience. Yet they remained wild and free, enduring the winter and beast like their eidolons bore the shattering of the Crystalline Palace.

Grenzo: 5 (3+2 Bonus); Cultist, Sin PAP
3=5-2: Gain Portfolio (Factories) for eventual Craft(?) domain.

Hlo: 5 (3+2 Bonus); Sin PAP
The Sun and The Comet: Winter and Summer ease up for half the day, like always, while the Underplayground gets two scoops of sun for all plant kind.
3=5-2: Gain Portfolio (Comets) for eventual winter domain.
2=3-1: Create Subrace Rimefire Eidolon.
0=2-2: Create Organization "Seekers of the Ice". Associated Prestige Class "Frozen Witch
Frozen Witch is a combination of Frozen Mage and Rimefire Witch from Frostfall, base of Frozen Mage with the following changes:
Requires Mark of Kyrokoli (like Mark of Hleid except faint evil and +2 bonus versus good cold creatures) and making it to a Rimefire Eidolon.
Can cast spells of any type.

Loses Natural Armor increases, in its place gains the Rimefire Bond and Rimefire Bolt abilities of a Rimefire Witch.
Gains Word of Recall as a Rimefire Witch.
Gains Rimefire Apothesis as well as One with Cold as a Rimefire Witch.

[thethird]

Erebus - Eucle, Zahav - Zalal, Kyre (soon to become Maraut)

As the prosperity god returned to what remained of the greed one, now tasked with giving a chance to the underworld souls to return to the playground he got a gleeful surprise. Eucle's nature as a demon should have predestinated him for that, in fact one could say that he was born to do it. But that would spite the prosperity god. For he had worked it. Practiced it. Long alone keeping it to himself. Building the perfect pitch. Whatever Mezethera had blessed him he had taken well beyond. Oh, boy was he ready for this.

Barely contained elation drummed in his chest as he let his heavy weapons to the ground at his side. He pushed the hood which kept his face in darkness back. He arched back. And billowed. His jaw fell down as he laughed. A full joyful laughter. The chortle went above the audible failing for a second as if the god was taking air and then falling down like a bass reading the concerto. He had to hold himself, his hands against his chest reigning in.

It felt well to leave it out.

He steadied himself at last and took a step. And another one. His hands reaching forward. Like a blind man, he still wore his blindfold, he started touching the dead's face. He was thorough like a horse merchant examing the merchandise. Then satisfied at last he fall back and stood there. For a moment he considered laughing again. But he felt the unease in the surrounding undead, spooking creatures alien to emotion surely should count on some book, and decided against it.

"Zahav - Zalal, child, take their memories. Leave me alone with my sire."

The golden cherub moved fast jumping from returned to returned taking their shadows and ashes along with their memories. His empty heart beating with each experience partaken and spilling more shadow and ash.

Left alone with the dead death god Eucle smiled, fondly.

"Do you remember what you told me?"

The prosperity god moves to the ashen remains still standing and uncloaks him. He reaches for his hand and takes it among his own.

"One mere touch of yours would kill me. You said."

He puts the death god's hand against his cheek. Like a lover he draws close and embraces him.

"Well, I will find out if you remember. Don't worry. It will be quick."

Eucle gently pulled Kyre's head back and tangled the dead fingers on his blindfold pulling. When the demon's golden eyes were set free they locked on the death god and like the demons always did they pulled. Ah, the thrill of drinking dreams. The pleasure of partaking in memories. And memories older than he was. Delicious. He had taken his father's. He had taken his mother's. He had taken his son's. He had taken them all. He had devoured them. Gorged on them. And now he was drinking the old man. He would empty the shadow like a fine vintage casket. Gulping down mouthful after mouthful, dream after dream, memory after memory.

Kyre's mind was slowly but surely partaken. When only a blank slate barely having a spark on it the prosperity god let go. If he killed the creature full it would reincarnate. Rules were rules and were to be followed. Of course he wasn't above bending them.

Eucle studied for a moment the empty shell in front of him. Memory wouldn't be maintained. He knew. He had already tried with lesser beings. And he had taken the memories himself. He had the belated death god's plans. Now there was a moment to act on them.

Eucle reached inside himself, for his flaming essence. Stabbing his own chest he drew golden liquid. The most pure dreams of wealth bubbled on his hands. It was only a whisper for its promise would banish if spoken aloud. He raised both hands about the death god's standing faceless corpse and let the liquid pour down. Like an oblation the shadow god was born and anointed in golden light.

The wealth demon smiled as his new creature moved the orifice it had for a mouth drinking. Once the thirst passed he gave him some room and passed the cloak that had belonged to the death god, sure that Kyre was no more, around his shoulders.

"Child. What's your name?"

As he speaks the prosperity god takes the blindfold putting it in place once again, hiding the world from his golden eyes.

Vevoran - Simdred

Simdred looked like a woman slightly past her prime that still conserved most of her attractive. Rather than lavishly trying to remark her beauty she wore it like a fitting glove. Her form was encased in a white tunic, tight at the waist and voluptuos where it mattered withouth being ostentatious. Decoration wasn't alien to her and she wore a spidersil shawl wrapped around her abdomen. She wore too some jewelry, an appolite gem hang around her neck, yellow for the most part except for three dark green imperfections, a horizontal line that curved upwards at the edges and two dots over it. She wore also a mask. Half a mask, varely a quarter actually, it was black like the darkest night and it covered one her right eye. The mask was remarkable, torn at the edges close to her face but otherwise perfect as the finest lace with a flock of white feathers springing upwards. Behind her her hair, golden like her eyes, folded unto itself and was held in place by two Y shapped sticks.

She was sitting in the space between dreams, the small crack between imagination and creation watching the new plane unfold itself. Simdred was smiling but kept herself still not wanting to interrupt the dreaming god, nor to disrupt his doing. After all dreams were to be nurtured. To be cherished. To be embellished.

[Durmatagno]

Vevoran - Simdred

Simdred looked like a woman slightly past her prime that still conserved most of her attractive. Rather than lavishly trying to remark her beauty she wore it like a fitting glove. Her form was encased in a white tunic, tight at the waist and voluptuos where it mattered withouth being ostentatious. Decoration wasn't alien to her and she wore a spidersil shawl wrapped around her abdomen. She wore too some jewelry, an appolite gem hang around her neck, yellow for the most part except for three dark green imperfections, a horizontal line that curved upwards at the edges and two dots over it. She wore also a mask. Half a mask, varely a quarter actually, it was black like the darkest night and it covered one her right eye. The mask was remarkable, torn at the edges close to her face but otherwise perfect as the finest lace with a flock of white feathers springing upwards. Behind her her hair, golden like her eyes, folded unto itself and was held in place by two Y shapped sticks.

She was sitting in the space between dreams, the small crack between imagination and creation watching the new plane unfold itself. Simdred was smiling but kept herself still not wanting to interrupt the dreaming god, nor to disrupt his doing. After all dreams were to be nurtured. To be cherished. To be embellished.

Vevoran Rosian

The plane finished forming, limitless, and eternal. Already countless orbs of dreams were forming, some were a child's simple dream for something sweet, while others were much darker, dreams of torture, and decadence. The edges of the dreams were always an equal space apart, regardless of warping, and size. This gave the entire plane an appearance of vibrating, as dreams shifted constantly, pushing, and pulling on each other, disappearing, and new dreams replacing them. Colors moved between them, reds, blues, greens, colors that humans couldn't even see, or imagine, and strands of pure darkness here and there. When a red and blue strand came close to touching each other, their otherwise simple, calm path and movement became violent as they shot off in different directions, ramming through several dreams which warped, and changed. A simple hill with someone sitting on it suddenly shifted to be a desert next to an oasis, while a dream of a battlefield suddenly became flooded, all the figures within moving slowly, but not seeming to notice.

One of the meandering strands of color brushed near Simdred, and became slightly erratic before changing direction away from her. Vevoran, the place where all dreams exist, is the dream of a god in of itself, as eternal as everything inside of it. His mind was unfocused, but it knew that not everything was as it should, and he couldn't put his finger on it. This feeling of unease awoke the slumbering demigod. After a moment to let his mind focus, he realized that Vevoran had evolved beyond a simple dream. He could feel something, just out of reach, ebbing, and pulsing. An undercurrent in the world itself, as if a stream of water was pouring out of a cup that never emptied. Reaching out, he grabbed a hold of it, and left the cold world of The Frozen North to enter the realm he had created, black cloak wrapped around him, stars invisible in the colors that was Vevoran. He was slightly shocked, he still didn't realize the full scope of his power, and to create something like this. It was wonderful, endless, every dream he could see was beautiful in it's own way, no matter how horrible or simple it was. The hopes, the dreams, the very desires of everything surrounded him, and he felt at home here. As if this is where he truly belonged.

[Ralasha]

The Judgement Seat Kenethciel, Ignus

Ignus herself appears before him this time, she greets him. "I have a complaint to make. My hammer has been taken. I would like it back. It is either this, or violence, which started the entire matter... though I'm rather certain he would have stolen it from me anyway... Eucle is the one which took my hammer. It is a part of me, I would like it returned. I do not believe he will do so willingly, so I come to you, that the matter might be settled peacefully."

[squidpope]

Erebus - Eucle, Zahav - Zalal, Kyre (soon to become Maraut)



As the prosperity god returned to what remained of the greed one, now tasked with giving a chance to the underworld souls to return to the playground he got a gleeful surprise. Eucle's nature as a demon should have predestinated him for that, in fact one could say that he was born to do it. But that would spite the prosperity god. For he had worked it. Practiced it. Long alone keeping it to himself. Building the perfect pitch. Whatever Mezethera had blessed him he had taken well beyond. Oh, boy was he ready for this.

Barely contained elation drummed in his chest as he let his heavy weapons to the ground at his side. He pushed the hood which kept his face in darkness back. He arched back. And billowed. His jaw fell down as he laughed. A full joyful laughter. The chortle went above the audible failing for a second as if the god was taking air and then falling down like a bass reading the concerto. He had to hold himself, his hands against his chest reigning in.

It felt well to leave it out.

He steadied himself at last and took a step. And another one. His hands reaching forward. Like a blind man, he still wore his blindfold, he started touching the dead's face. He was thorough like a horse merchant examing the merchandise. Then satisfied at last he fall back and stood there. For a moment he considered laughing again. But he felt the unease in the surrounding undead, spooking creatures alien to emotion surely should count on some book, and decided against it.

"Zahav - Zalal, child, take their memories. Leave me alone with my sire."

The golden cherub moved fast jumping from returned to returned taking their shadows and ashes along with their memories. His empty heart beating with each experience partaken and spilling more shadow and ash.

Left alone with the dead death god Eucle smiled, fondly.

"Do you remember what you told me?"

The prosperity god moves to the ashen remains still standing and uncloaks him. He reaches for his hand and takes it among his own.

"One mere touch of yours would kill me. You said."

He puts the death god's hand against his cheek. Like a lover he draws close and embraces him.

"Well, I will find out if you remember. Don't worry. It will be quick."

Eucle gently pulled Kyre's head back and tangled the dead fingers on his blindfold pulling. When the demon's golden eyes were set free they locked on the death god and like the demons always did they pulled. Ah, the thrill of drinking dreams. The pleasure of partaking in memories. And memories older than he was. Delicious. He had taken his father's. He had taken his mother's. He had taken his son's. He had taken them all. He had devoured them. Gorged on them. And now he was drinking the old man. He would empty the shadow like a fine vintage casket. Gulping down mouthful after mouthful, dream after dream, memory after memory.

Kyre's mind was slowly but surely partaken. When only a blank slate barely having a spark on it the prosperity god let go. If he killed the creature full it would reincarnate. Rules were rules and were to be followed. Of course he wasn't above bending them.

Eucle studied for a moment the empty shell in front of him. Memory wouldn't be maintained. He knew. He had already tried with lesser beings. And he had taken the memories himself. He had the belated death god's plans. Now there was a moment to act on them.

Eucle reached inside himself, for his flaming essence. Stabbing his own chest he drew golden liquid. The most pure dreams of wealth bubbled on his hands. It was only a whisper for its promise would banish if spoken aloud. He raised both hands about the death god's standing faceless corpse and let the liquid pour down. Like an oblation the shadow god was born and anointed in golden light.

The wealth demon smiled as his new creature moved the orifice it had for a mouth drinking. Once the thirst passed he gave him some room and passed the cloak that had belonged to the death god, sure that Kyre was no more, around his shoulders.

"Child. What's your name?"

As he speaks the prosperity god takes the blindfold putting it in place once again, hiding the world from his golden eyes.



Erebus - Eucle, Zahav - Zalal, Maruat

"I... I am..." The new god looked down at its form, then to the blindfolded figure before him. "I am not sure." The divine figure paused, taking account of its fingers, opening and closing its palms slowly as it re-acclimated to the world of the living. "I cannot seem to recall." Its gaze returned to Eucle. "Who are you? Perhaps your name will awaken some memory, or perhaps you have some idea as to how I got into this state of... fugue." The shadow god's legs collapsed, and it tumbled to the ground. "It seems my feet have forgotten as well." The new god chuckled, drawing its knee's towards itself and inspecting its legs for signs of injury. Seeing a thick black haze leaking from one of its joints, the god looked to its sire quizzically. "Or perhaps you can tell me why I bleed smoke instead of blood"

[Zelphas]

The Judgement Seat Kenethciel, Ignus

Ignus herself appears before him this time, she greets him. "I have a complaint to make. My hammer has been taken. I would like it back. It is either this, or violence, which started the entire matter... though I'm rather certain he would have stolen it from me anyway... Eucle is the one which took my hammer. It is a part of me, I would like it returned. I do not believe he will do so willingly, so I come to you, that the matter might be settled peacefully."

Seated behind his Judgment Seat, Kethneciel turns his scarred face to the goddess of the Genasi, nodding to acknowledge her presence. "It is but a short time until the trial between Kryokoli and Pernieth commences; however, that is by proxy, and if thee and Eucle agree to meet here in person to sort out this grievance, I shall manage both equally." He then turns to face out of his plane, seeming to stare at something other than the world below.

Marut IV, Eucle, Maraut--Erebus

A statue, so still for so long that it seemed part of the shadows of Erebus itself, suddenly moves once more, vanishing and reappearing in short hops all along the shadowy plane until it comes upon Eucle and the new-made god. "Eucle, god of Wealth," the metal creature intones. "My master, Kethneciel, requests thy presence at his Judgment Seat in Oussia at thy earliest convenience. Ignus, Goddess of Renewal, has accused thee of stealing her hammer, and appealed to Kethneciel for a peaceful resolution. If thou art willing, he would find the truth of the matter in her story and yours."

Kethneciel
7 AP

-2 AP: Gain Portfolio (Souls).
-3 AP: Gain Domain (Death). Actions Taken:
---1 AP: Nourishment (Final Judgment), assuring all souls go to the proper afterlife.
---3 AP: Artifact (The Well of Souls), creating new, fresh souls for the Playground and Underplaygroud.
---1 AP: Pestilence (The Law of Death), limiting reincarnation to 20 lives.

2 AP Remaining

Kahla
6 AP

-2 AP: Gain Portfolio (Adaptation).
-3 AP: Gain Domain (Competition). Actions Taken:
---3 AP: Artifact (The Hatchery), for making new Craast to deal with challenges.
---2 AP: Organization (The Brood of Kahla), a society all about competiting and adapting to the world around
them.

1 AP Remaining

[Hatter]

Reean Isles - Ulvin Vs. Kyrokoli

Ulvin brought his sword up to brace for impact against Kyrokoli's attack. He swung his blade towards the Winter Queen, a more powerful opponent with little regard for the power difference, he was after all the God of Courage. He threw himself into combat with a might roar.

The way in which Wintertide moved certainly caught Ulvin off-guard and while he was able to block most of the attack, the force of which the scourge lashed out was enough to knock the god to a knee with an earth shattering thud.

The King Knight immediately counter attacked, using his free hand and the might of his powerful legs, he kicked himself up off the ground with such a force that sounded like a massive thunderclap, tilting the island in a downward slope towards the East. Ulvin charged up towards Kyrokoli with Hero in hand, bringing the divine blade around for a well disciplined sideways swipe at Kyrokoli's mid-section.


0AP - Mold Land: The northernmost island of the Reean Isles now has tilted and sloped down towards the east

Krenko-Ka - Kith, Landro

Kith sidestepped the bag and simply let it fall to the ground beside him. The Aram used a foot to kick the bag open, examining the contents while still keeping an eye on the strange ashen skinned goblin, a bit of suspicion crossing his scaled face. "This is some pretty old treasure. Worth a lot to the right kind of buyer. I imagine some of the Shepards cultists might be interested in it."

Kith licked his lips, almost afraid to know the answer to the question he would ask. "Ultimately, you're paying a large sum and then some. You clearly know of my skill-set...What is it that you wish me to acquire?"

Bunker, Under Mytea - Skrechy, Squeaks, The Captain

"So... We are going up there then?" Squeaks points a finger up towards the Void with a nervous expression on his face. Realization kicked in and he let out a small squeak. "I need to prepare! We need rations and supplies!" He immediately hopped over to some crates, grabbed a dufflebag and started loading it up with various items, ranging from deadly looking weapons of all kinds, trap assemblies, tools, dry foods and ethanol.

The Madhouse - Kerx, Lukus

Kerx, the God of Luck's special little hand bounded through the wild and chaotic scape that was the Madhouse, finally the Horned Goblin came to a stop upon a floating rock well within his god's territory. He looked around with a grin before simply stretching his arms out infront of him and cracking his knuckles in a preparatory fashion. "Aight! Time ta get this started!" shouted the avatar as a beautiful humanoid creature floated down through the murky air of the Madhouse to stand beside Horned Goblin, his skin ashen black, jagged scars adorned his back where once were wings and a pair of small horns protruded from his head.

"What are you doing, Kerx?" asked the creature.

"I'mma make this part of the MadHouse into something truly awe inspiring where our Master's Khaadi and the Corrupted Solars can truly thrive in Chaos! Ya just sit back and watch a divine at work, Lukus!" and with that being said, Kerx threw his hands forward and dragged his fingers across the non-existant horizon as various thorns and vines and trees without a seeming beginning or end immediately come to life all around them, some tearing into earth and some pieces of floating rock seeming to rapidly expand to cover Ahn's territory in darkness.

When all was said and done, the territory which made up Ahn's portion of the MadHouse became something of a both a mass of dark and damp tunnels and caves sloppily meshed together with what could only be described as twisted forests of thorns, darkness, rot and marsh in much the same manner as the Ravenwood. Within this mass of Chaos, spirits of Ahn's faithful, those whom evolved into Khaadi and those too weak to be the predators thrived in every dark corner. In the very center where Kerx and the First Corrupted Solar stood was a small clearing with lush green grass, a tiny and gentle stream flowing through it with clear and flawless water right next to a warm looking cottage with a simple straw thatched roof and a brick chimney which puffed smoke into the foreboding and chaotic air of the Plane of Chaos.

Kerx said with a wide fang-filled laugh as he hopped up and down with utter glee "Now! Our Master's home is complete! He's gonna to be thrilled!"

Eastern Shore, The Sovereignty, The Apex - Ships

It was a full moon out that night, the sky was clear and the stars were alight. The beach was calm and peaceful with nothing special to see and quite frankly who wouldnt enjoy this peace with a face full of glee?

All was calm, the beaches were lined with leaves of palm. That is of course, until 13 wooden ships came crashing against the waves straight into the Eastern Shore. 13 ships, great trade and cargo ships, some bearing the flags and symbols of Eldarond, some of Reean Isle pirates, some of Mytea and even one from the Neutral Grounds.

These ships from appearance were unmanned. Not a single light was lit. Not a single man, woman, child or beast stood upon the decks or manned the bird's nests. The ships looked like they have been through hell and back again. Not a single sound could be heard save for the eerie creak of wood and the gentle whistle of wind passing through holes in the hulls.

[Shmee]

Reean Isles - Ulvin Vs. Kyrokoli

Ulvin brought his sword up to brace for impact against Kyrokoli's attack. He swung his blade towards the Winter Queen, a more powerful opponent with little regard for the power difference, he was after all the God of Courage. He threw himself into combat with a might roar.

The way in which Wintertide moved certainly caught Ulvin off-guard and while he was able to block most of the attack, the force of which the scourge lashed out was enough to knock the god to a knee with an earth shattering thud.

The King Knight immediately counter attacked, using his free hand and the might of his powerful legs, he kicked himself up off the ground with such a force that sounded like a massive thunderclap, tilting the island in a downward slope towards the East. Ulvin charged up towards Kyrokoli with Hero in hand, bringing the divine blade around for a well disciplined sideways swipe at Kyrokoli's mid-section.


0AP - Mold Land: The northernmost island of the Reean Isles now has tilted and sloped down towards the east


The Scourge emerges from the ground and wraps itself around Ulvin's ankle. As it touches the god, he begins to feel its chill spreading across his foot, but Kryokoli still hadn't begun her true attack. Once Wintertide is wrapped around Ulvin's ankle, Kryokoli giver her weapon a violent tug which causes Ulvin to trip. Before he can land on the ground, the goddess of Winter tugs her weapon once more, sending Ulvin into the air. Giving one more tug, Kryokoli sends Ulvin crashing violently onto the ground, the sheer force of the impact causing a lake to form, while the island itself cracks causing several lakes leading into the ocean to form.

Having executed her attack, Kryokoli masterfully manipulates her scourge, releasing Ulvin and returning to its natural state. As Ulvin takes a few moments to recover from the blow he received, Kryokoli is flinging her scourge around, demonstrating her abilities, all the while taunting the god of Courage. Ulvin gets up and then goes to the offensive, as Kryokoli braces herself for his onslaught.


Round 1 Free Mold land: The island has a lake in its center, with several rivers which goes to the ocean.

Round 2 Roll: [roll0] +11.5

[Rainshine]

Keth’mail

Beneath the mountain was his home. He had known that for a long time. That’s where his people was, that’s where the sleeping threat was. It was where he belonged. Then why was he here?

The rhetorical question aside, he knew perfectly well. Someone had to come up to pick up the shipment of rhensing root. After his dear Arshish-tek’mai accident during that rockfall last week… Well, it was up to him. And really, it wasn’t such a hard duty, was it? Keth’mai studiously avoided looking up at the sky. Not nearly as comforting as a cavern roof. A person could just fall into it and keep falling all the way past the sky… He jerked his eyes away again, staring at the wagons that filled the massive plateau, humming a tune to himself to try to calm his nerves. Let’s see… An old piece, he knew it as “The King’s Shilling”, although what a shilling was, he wasn’t really sure. Or why King Surtur would have one.

There, the crossed leaves showed the caravan he was seeking. A prosperous one, doing plenty of business, with several wagons lined up together. Slipping through the crowd, keeping his muzzle down, Keth’mai threaded over, bowing with a flourish of his robes to the lean and hard matron overseeing the counter. She glanced over, favoring him with a businesslike nod. “What will you have?”
Quietly, he lifted the medallion from around his neck, the chain digging into his scales as he let her see the symbol in bas relief on the metal. The look in her eyes changed when she saw it, and she took another apprising look at him, her hands searching under the counter as she nodded again. She produced a small, cloth wrapped bundle, sliding it across to him. “The stone holds. The way is safe,” she said formally. As Keth’mai reached up for it, however, the spell was broken; another halfling nearly tumbled into the stall, rushing up to the woman and nearly bowling her over while waving some papers at her. He didn’t know the creatures could even talk that fast…
Whatever the differences in physiology or culture, though, the look that passed between the two halflings was quite clear. Keth’mai had seen it on Arshish’s face dozens of times. The newcomer caught the look, and noticed Keth’mai. Visibly tongue-tied, he made a small bow, extending his hand to Keth’mai -- still holding a loose-leaf book. The halfling looked at his own hand, like it was some sort of strange creature, then shook himself, putting the book down and extending the hand for a shake. Keth’mai shook the hand slowly, smiling to himself. Then his eyes roamed over the book -- and froze in mid-shake.
Keth’mai was a kobold. The whole race had been gifted many years ago with gifts in the fields of engineering and mathematics. While he had no particular giftings in that area, he understood much of the basics of it. Or, thought he did. What he saw on that single page was something so far beyond what he knew, what any kobolds knew. More than that, though, Keth’mai was a bit of an administrator. One who dreamed in music and song, but who knew and appreciated other’s gifts. What he saw on that page spoke to all of that in him, and struck him dumb. He dropped the handshake, staring, and pointing. “You did that?”
The man’s wife answered for him, wrapping an arm around his waist. “He did. The buildings of Swifsen are among the world’s finest,” she said, proudly.
Keth’mai reached out a bony finger, tapping the sheet that had slid loose from the book. “And this one? What great city calls this home?” It was magnificent, beautiful, and perhaps a reason for even Keth’mai to want to travel.
The woman looked at her husband again, with another look. Almost… indignation this time. “That one… Um. It doesn’t.”
Her husband took a deep breath, grabbing the book, shuffling the papers back in, then caught Keth’mai’s look. It wasn’t going to be that easy. “It’s just a theoretical drawing, really. I drew it, it’s just… I don’t know what it is.”
Very distantly, Keth’mai heard music; strong strings, pounding drums, and he knew no one else could hear it. A smile crossed his muzzle as he looked at the halfling. It was just as well Arshish had been injured. “I think I do. And we’re going to build it.”


Mianmi

The future was shifting again and again; it always was. But the portents shifted, and darkness fell over the land. Yet, as it did, things became more clearly. Stripped away and burnt were so many other paths, so many different futures. Soon, there would only be one, and she walked willingly toward it. Each step, each note, bringing it closer. The song must be sung.


In the Deeps

Zzizchin was not any cetacea. Even as a calf, she had been just a little… different. Before she was two, she was following around several of the biologists, watching them work. By five, Zzizchin was helping them in their works as best she could.
Then she began to grow up. If that wasn’t bad enough, there was another, Domvic who was almost as obsessed. The older cetacea tolerated them, at first, then began to grow concerned. Those two, though… Apart, they were smart. Together, they were brilliant.
Shipwrecks happened. Very occasional trade of sorts happened. The cetacea had the means to preserve books for reading underwater, but very few cared for reading as recreation. Still, it was a method for passing information.
One Zzizchin did not seem to need. Her knowledge and ways of doing things seemed to be from her very bones. Their new methods would be recognizable to some of the land dwellers as engineering; the way they worked at the life.

It went beyond that, though. Domvic and Zzizchin labored at another project, beyond their biological explorations and engineering in the lab. They worked on themselves. Mostly, on Zzizchin. They knew that there was something more, something beyond the things she knew, or the way she worked. The cetacea passed knowledge down, parent to calf, but this was beyond any ancestral thing. It was a part of who she was, as much as her tail. Yet, in her line of work, mortality was a fact of life. She was no Behemoth, created as the first of her race. So how then, to pass it down, that it was not lost? This is what they delved at.

What they did not know was it was beyond any mere science that they could achieve. It was a gift of the goddess, a supernatural ability to not only comprehend the things they worked with, but to reach out… and change.



AP 4 + 10 (Rollover) + 2 (Bonus) - 3 (Create Artifact: Aspect of Genetics (Create Subrace) ) - 0 (Libram charge: Teach Populace: Bioengineering) = 13

[Hatter]

The Reean Isles - Ulvin vs. Kyrokoli

Though well disciplined and thoroughly calculated, Ulvin's returned onslaught was merciless and aimed to kill, if such a thing was even possible among deities.

His initial sideways swipe knocked Kyrokoli's defense out of the way and with the done he beought Hero around again and slashed it across her pretty face, his blade cutting deeply through her perfect skin from her upper right forehead and dragged diagonally over her left eye and cheek. Her blood spilled upon the isle and the earth froze an unnatural ice, hissing and sizzling, raping the land of any chance to ever hold life upon it ever again.

Not willing to give Kyrokoli another chance at an attack, Ulvin immediately launched forward again, this time bringing Hero down in a downward arc at Kyrokoli's head.


0AP - Pestillence: The northernmost island of the reean isles is now covered in unnatural and poisonous ice that makes it almost impossible for plantlife to grow.

[Shmee]

The Reean Isles - Ulvin vs. Kyrokoli

Though well disciplined and thoroughly calculated, Ulvin's returned onslaught was merciless and aimed to kill, if such a thing was even possible among deities.

His initial sideways swipe knocked Kyrokoli's defense out of the way and with the done he beought Hero around again and slashed it across her pretty face, his blade cutting deeply through her perfect skin from her upper right forehead and dragged diagonally over her left eye and cheek. Her blood spilled upon the isle and the earth froze an unnatural ice, hissing and sizzling, raping the land of any chance to ever hold life upon it ever again.

Not willing to give Kyrokoli another chance at an attack, Ulvin immediately launched forward again, this time bringing Hero down in a downward arc at Kyrokoli's head.


0AP - Pestillence: The northernmost island of the reean isles is now covered in unnatural and poisonous ice that makes it almost impossible for plantlife to grow.

The goddess of Winter licks the cold blood running down her face. Of course, this is how it should be. If Ulvin was to be so easily defeated she would not have bothered with him in the first place. Even as Ulvin attacks, Kryokoli summons her powers as the goddess of Winter as she summons the most powerful blizzard the Playground has ever experienced. The blizzard with gale force winds causes very low visibility as Ulvin can no longer see his opponent. However to his horror he begins to sense Kryokoli everywhere, as if she is all around him yet nowhere at the same time. It is then that he realizes that the goddess of Winter had become one with the blizzard.


Round 2 Free Pestilence: Mother of all Blizzards: The island is wracked with unending blizzards the likes which would put blizzards from the Iceshelf Tundra and the Frozen North to shame.

Final Round Roll: [roll0] +11.5

[thethird]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

Simdred smiles and looks at the rampaging fireworks cast away from Rosian's dreams. They are so joyfully pretty. Ah, how happy she was she had taken the job. Of course she would never admit that to her mother's son, he could take it out of proportion. The younger demon could sound a little too smug with his own divine condition.

Once Rosian's dream started to settle and cool down Simdred carefully advanced towards the waking god. As he moved she started to clap slowly.

Bravo! Magnifico! You are a virtuoso beyond paragon. May I have your name?

Her voice didn't carry echo, in fact it didn't carry sound, she communicated directly into Rosian's mind and each word was much more a collection of exquisite images and sensations.

Erebus -- Marut IV, Eucle, Maraut

Eucle turned from the newly born god to deal with the interrupting construct.

"Short answer, my earliest convenience might take a long while. Considering she is lying I wouldn't want to lose time, nor waste your patron's. As for her words. She made a deal with me, I didn't take anything not freely given."

Eucle shacked his head and then tried a tired smile at the Marut. Dealing with creatures that lacked any kind of emotion was complicated. The things didn't dream, or if they did they did so little that the prosperity god couldn't find much substenance from them.

"Long answer..."

The god reached for his temple and caressed it with two fingers then pulled a wisp. The mote grew bigger the more Eucle pulled. It didn't take long till he had an orb in his hand. A red orb with golden sparks on it. He caresses it with tender care, lovingly, as if it was the rarest jewel.

"This is a dream."

He tossed it to the Marut and as the construct touched it he was for a moment transported within the dream.

He felt pity, he pitied the goddess that would hold hostage her own happiness show it to others as a shield. Well at least she wasn't one to be trapped in dreams. But he wasn't either. He had devoured more dreams than anyone else. He was not the oldest demon, but the distinction was academic now.

He stood taking once again his staff. And looked at Yhrzallus and the soldiers. He knew what paths could this take. There were two options. Two options in front of him. But which was to be taken.

"I can make it all go away. I can devour your dreams and memories. Make you forget. You won't fight anymore because you won't have a reason to. I will painlessly take your pain. I won't like that. It might lessen you. I'm not such a good surgeon as to remove only the bad, and I'll need to take it all out."

He puts all his weight in his staff as if this is tiring.

"Alternatively I can defang you. Your sword doesn't belong to you, it was not yours to claim. Your hammer no longer belongs to you, it was a tool of creation and you smeared it with blood making it a weapon of war. Give them to me, I'll keep them as a memento of this meeting. I won't use them as long as you don't brawl. And if you can prove to me that hate is past you I'll return them."

He stands there as tall as he is and hits the ground with his stone alitting the dream with golden light casting all shadows away.

"I'll give you a moment to decide. What is it going to be your fangs or your reason to bare them?"

"Just go away. Leave me be."

Ignus reappears in front of him. "I've no intention of doing anything to anyone anymore. I've no reason to." She turns, and an image appears on the mountain side. Of her, right now, sitting in her room in her tower on the Plane of Fire. "I've found my daughter. Dead as she may be." She looks somehow diminished already. "I'm not returning to that world again. There's nothing for me there. Aside from more things to be taken from me, or more things to be destroyed." She turns and looks at him. "Take everything, if you want it." Her expression becomes a defeated one. "All I wanted when this began, was to be left in peace, to find my daughter." She fades from sight again.

"Then I am attacked by the one that killed my daughter. Then I am attacked by the one that murdered my people. Then I am attacked again, by my daughters murderer, and now I am attacked by you." The memory that was playing in her mind when he arrived reappears, but this time she is crying quietly as they play. "I know what you do with memories." She looks up at him. "Please. Just go away... Leave me alone. Why will no one just leave me alone...?"

"My hammer? It was never a tool of Creation. It was a tool made of my flesh. The sword belong to the High Man of High Men. It has already been returned to him. On my returning to the Plane of Fire."

Leaving a moment so the Marut could diggest the dream and what it contained Eucle waited. Perhaps the machine couldn't tell realm from reality, never having fully experienced one. He didn't care. When he was certain that the Marut was master of his own senses he simply said.

"Her bargain with the god of deals was clear, "take everything, if you want it". I couldn't take her memories, for it would have meant taking what little happines she could have. I'm not a monster. I wouldn't take anything I hadn't asked for, like her followers, herself or her wealth. I'm not a trickster. Bring the dream to your patron, so he can experience it for himself. I will let it slide that she tried to trick your patron in excising punishment against me, I will let it slide that she called me a thief. But your master can punish her as he sees fit for lying. Now begone, I have things to do."

Erebus - Eucle, Maruat

Once the marut is dealt with Eucle turns towards Maruat.

"Pardon the interruption son. I guess I'm a busy god."

He smiles with close familiarity.

"As for your questions. Don't worry about bleading shadow, it's what you are and what you are made of. For the record I've seen others bleed fire. And I myself bleed golden dreams. I wonder if Grenzo bleeds goblins, but I digress."

He walks towards the newborn god and puts a hand on his shoulder, drawing close.

"You are who you choose to be. Choosing is important son. Being able to choose. To decide whom you want to be. At this moment you've got a clean slate in front of you. Now I gather you do really want to know about before this point, don't you?"

The prosperity god shrugs.

"I took it. I took your memories. They weren't exactly yours mind you, you are ultimately your own. They pertained to a life before this one. You started being with our conversation before we were interrupted. As for what was before you. Trust me, I would have left any happy memories, if it had any. The creature whose memories I took killed my father among many others and didn't have anything that could be considered a friend. Now you of course, can choose to believe me, or choose not to. Or you can I guess believe me for now, if you want to. If you decide to give me the benefit of the doubt, go along with what I say I would gladly show you what I know. If you decide that I'm untrustworthy or wish to strike against me I won't hold it against you, and will open a path to wherever you might want to go wishing you all luck there is."

Krenko-Ka - Kith, Landro

Landro tiptoes, jumping from one foot to the other. He looks nervous and he rubbed his hands continuosly. With his golden mask, his expression was unreadable, but one couldn't think but to remember a fly with a nefarious plane.

"This is present-gift, yes-yes."

He looks sidelong, and then some more. Checking the alley for eavesdroppers.

"If you make gift in kind. More, much more. Yes, of course."

He slowly walks towards Kith and barely whispers to his ear.

"Gift trees-seeds, lush green for shiny gold. See? Easy. Seed for coin. Easy-Easy. Take seed from the moon trees. Yes-yes. Moon has many trees. One more, one less. Many to gift. Gift it to my... Can't say. Names aren't good. Names are heard. Shh Shh"

He stands there, unmoving, unflinching, completely silently. He is clearly not breathing for holding his breath for so long would be unnatural.

"Gift it to where coins come from. You know? Always dusk. Water and grass but no trees. Gift it."

[Durmatagno]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

Simdred smiles and looks at the rampaging fireworks cast away from Rosian's dreams. They are so joyfully pretty. Ah, how happy she was she had taken the job. Of course she would never admit that to her mother's son, he could take it out of proportion. The younger demon could sound a little too smug with his own divine condition.

Once Rosian's dream started to settle and cool down Simdred carefully advanced towards the waking god. As he moved she started to clap slowly.

Bravo! Magnifico! You are a virtuoso beyond paragon. May I have your name?

Her voice didn't carry echo, in fact it didn't carry sound, she communicated directly into Rosian's mind and each word was much more a collection of exquisite images and sensations.



Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

Rosian turns to Simdred, and commits everything he can about her to memory. Her appearance, the way she communicated with him, the curiosity that was her already having found this new realm. After a moment, he spoke. His voice was on the lighter side, but clear, and easy to understand. As he spoke, he let his cloak of stars unravel itself, and underneath he wore simple, but obvious clothes of a travelling bard. Dark greens, deep reds, and even a little purple, but still simple, and tough looking.

"My name you say? My name is Rosian, and who might you be?"

His face was calm, silver eyes watching her from behind his glasses, long heir flowing over, and blending in with his cloak.

[Hatter]

Godsfought, Reean Isles: Ulvin, Kyrokoli

Ulvin remained unafraid, despite the great blizzard. He brought his sword up to bear before gathering the divinity within him and lashed out at the storm, not with physical force but with raw divine power and for a moment, it seemed to work, the storm faltered but then it again flared back to life, stronger than ever and the King Knight was forced to kneel once again.

Flesh and blood was violently ripped away from his skin and where they landed, jagged spires rose up from the ground, giving teeth to the island but still, the God of Courage was unafraid. He was defeated, that much was without a doubt.

0AP-Mold Land: Jagged spires, some only a few feet tall, some as tall as building rise up from Godsfought to point at the sky in defiance.

[thethird]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

Simdred tilts her head to the left the white feathers on her mask moving to a diagonal edge messing with her hair. She carefully reaches for the headdress and stroked the feathers and hair. She took her time. Observing Rosian with interest as she did. Once she was satisfied with her hair she communicated again, pouring the honeyed words directly to Rosian.

Thank you. You gave me a precious present, Rosian The name vibrates perfectly just as if he had said it himself. I am she who smiles, fiting don't you think? Or if you prefer you can call me Simdred. That's what most that know me choose. Even if it wasn't what my mother chose for me.

She then blinks for an instant a smirk going from her lips to her eyes and then back to the lips where it evaporates in a meliflous laughter.

I talk too much, don't I? Well, what I meant to say I might be your aidee, too, if you would like to. Wouldn't you?

[Durmatagno]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

Simdred tilts her head to the left the white feathers on her mask moving to a diagonal edge messing with her hair. She carefully reaches for the headdress and stroked the feathers and hair. She took her time. Observing Rosian with interest as she did. Once she was satisfied with her hair she communicated again, pouring the honeyed words directly to Rosian.

Thank you. You gave me a precious present, Rosian The name vibrates perfectly just as if he had said it himself. I am she who smiles, fiting don't you think? Or if you prefer you can call me Simdred. That's what most that know me choose. Even if it wasn't what my mother chose for me.

She then blinks for an instant a smirk going from her lips to her eyes and then back to the lips where it evaporates in a meliflous laughter.

I talk too much, don't I? Well, what I meant to say I might be your aidee, too, if you would like to. Wouldn't you?


Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

Rosian narrows his eyes for a moment before speaking again, his cloak, and hair rippling to become white.

"Aidee?"

He turns away from her to watch some of the dream bubbles around him, watching the color's move through them, altering the dreams without changing them at the most basic level. Exposing the sleeping minds to new ideas, a new scenario, a new way of thinking. Turning back to Simdred, he tried to stay on task, but the dream bubbles kept drawing his eye, making him want to enter them, to see what mortals dreamed of. Learn a little bit about how, and why, they worked the way the did. Mostly though, he wanted to see the strange things a mortals mind could create.

[Hatter]

Krenko-Ka City - Kith, Landro

"Right then." said Kith, staring at Landro with a bit of curiosity. He picked up a coin and flipped it around his fingers, taking a long hard look at the Shepherd which was emblazoned upon the golden coin. "Shouldn't be too difficult. Very well, you have a deal."

Neutral Grounds, the Moon - Kith

After depositing the bag of gold and treasure in a safehouse, Kith purchased the services of a rocket and traveled to the Moon. Now the Aram stood in the middle of the Neutral Grounds, flipping the coin into the air before deftly catching it and moving along, vaguely mumbling something about being home.

It didn't even take him long to get what he came for. The seeds in which the breathless goblin wanted were in abundance and really all he had to do was casually and skillfully snatch one off the neck of a clueless and unsuspecting moongrel. The work was easy, far below the master thief's skill level but hey, the money was good and Kith wasn't the type to turn down good money. The hard part was finding the source of these coins and so, he would have to call in a favor from an old friend.

The shop was meticulously well kept, shelves upon shelves of prescious tomes of arcane knowledge and quite a few locked displays with a large variety of intricate and well made magical items.

"Kith! Is that you?" Came the call, such a familiar voice, Kith had almost forgotten it. The master thief turned with a grin and his heart sunk at what he saw.

"Why.. you havent aged a day!" Laughed the elderly looking elf, his skin wrinkled and folded in layers over his gaunt and spotted skin, his hair barely existant save for a few frail white wisps and Kith was quite certain that without the giant spectacles that adorned his face, the elf would be completely blind....had it truly been that long? Has so much time past?

"My current employer. He has need for me to remain young. It is noce to see you again Illen... but I need your help with something" he smiled at the elderly elf, placing the coin into his withered hands. "I need to know where to find the Gralach Cabal."

The elderly elf immediately went to work, eyes wide at the sight of the coin and went to find a book from the shelves, he looked hard for a good long moment before writing something on a piece of paper and handed it off to Kith.

Kith took the paper and he smiled. "You can keep the coin, old friend. We probably won't meet again."

Mysterious Lake, Eldarond, Stoixia - Kith

This lake had existed on the continent of Demiourgia long before the birth of Eldarond, long before the birth of Ulvin Silverblade, before the land was rudely ripped away and reattached to Stoixia. Such as it was, very few people cared for it's existence save for the greedy Aram who now stood at the island in the middle of the lake. Nothing seemed unusual. Nothing seemed supernatural or out of place. Kith knew otherwise as he held out a hand and intoned "Amath Gralach Cabal"

A portal appeared, twisted vines adorned with flowers that cropped the beautiful multishades of the portal's mirror like surface. Kith grinned and he stepped into the portal without hesitation.

[thethird]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

When Rosian turns Simdred smiles, again. She walks towards him slowly when he starts altering the dreams. Hurry doesn't seem to form part of her vocabulary for she takes her time in anything she tasks herself with. When she is at his back, standing slightly to his left side, she extends her left hand to her mouth and exhales upon her palm. Her hand clutches onto a fist and a crushing sound escapes from it. Then she releases tiny golden dust embers that somehow touch the dream that Rosian was manipulating. They don't change anything, they just make the colors fuller and the edges more defined, balancing the contrasts. The dream becomes just a little more beautiful.

Aidee, one who is helpful. Or a gift. Depends on the language.

Mysterious Lake, Eldarond, Stoixia - Landro

The ashen goblin arrives to the lake after Kith has crossed the portal with him he carries a fuller sack this time, it's content chattering with metallic noise at each stape the dead goblin takes. He leaves it on the shore and sits on it. He stands iddle for the better of an hour, when suddenly he claps his mask with his hand. Then conspicuously he looks around as if he had just remembered to check if he was observed. Shaking his head to both sides in quick succession he calms down. Then mechanically he introduces his hand on the bag and starts playing with the small obsidian pieces inside. The goblin piles obsidian tile over obsidian tile, not minding his fingers being sliced by the crystal. He can't feel pain, even if the small appendages become smoky.

[Durmatagno]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

When Rosian turns Simdred smiles, again. She walks towards him slowly when he starts altering the dreams. Hurry doesn't seem to form part of her vocabulary for she takes her time in anything she tasks herself with. When she is at his back, standing slightly to his left side, she extends her left hand to her mouth and exhales upon her palm. Her hand clutches onto a fist and a crushing sound escapes from it. Then she releases tiny golden dust embers that somehow touch the dream that Rosian was manipulating. They don't change anything, they just make the colors fuller and the edges more defined, balancing the contrasts. The dream becomes just a little more beautiful.

Aidee, one who is helpful. Or a gift. Depends on the language.



Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

"An aide, hmmmm."

Rosian, lost in thought wanders from dream to dream, watching the slumbering thoughts of mortals, contemplating.

Do I need an aid? Especially when I know so little about them, even less than I do the rest of this world? She found this place before anyone else, and was ready to start talking the moment I arrived, and yet, she's done nothing to provoke me, she hasn't even damaged any of the dreams that I can see. So why then do I have such an uneasy feeling about this whole thing.

Rubbing his chin with his right hand, and absentmindedly he draws his rapier. The long thin blade slides from it's plain sheathe with ease, and planted upon the blade are images, both foul, and beautiful that draw his eye. After a moment of thought, he touches the blade to a particularly bloody war dream, and sends a small pulse of energy down the blade, and suddenly, spiders fighting their way out of the bodies of the dream-beings within. Touching another dream boundary with the blade, he watches as day is changed to night, and the night sky in all it's glory twinkles above the dreamer. Both of these new twists intrigued him, all he had done was brought forth something buried deep in the subconscious off both these people, and yet, they had varied so wildly.

"I'm not so sure."

He said after a moment of debate, still watching the twinkling stars.

[Hatter]

The Gralach Cabal - Kith

Kith almost fell into the water, grabbing hold of the portal's twisted vines as soon as he realized there was no ground beneath him. He looked around and saw nothing but a large lake, wild creatures of all sorts drinking from the waters as if it was their last drink. Kith cursed and whispered a quick prayer to Ahn, grabbing a tighter hold on the vines. He blinked and held out the seed in his hand and with a sigh he pocketed it away before slipping back out through the portal where Landro awaited.

Mysterious Lake - Kith, Landro

"Well, that was certainly unexpected." said Kith as he stepped out of the portal with a sigh.

He looked over and saw Landro. "There you are." He said and held out the seed.

[thethird]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

Simdred lets Rosian ponder, again she is patient. She has been waiting him, someone like him, for a long long time. Waiting a little more. She could do that.

Certainty is the enemy of change. And without change there can be no creation. No betterment. If you were certain you wouldn't be worth aiding.

She looks at the stars and spiders, alternatively.

Pretty aren't they? At first I wanted to be like one.

It's hard to tell which one she is referring. She suddenly disappears from where she is, like dust on the wind. Her smile reappears upside down closer to where Rosian is. Then her eyes, floating like two golden orbs under her smile. Then follows her face and the rest of the body sprouts into being from it. She is upside down.

Still true aid can only come from trust. So I won't lie. I do care. I have a vested interest in helping you. Helping you helps me. Does that satisfy or pike your curiosity?

She starts to walk around, orbit, the god.

Wether you have my aid, or not, you'll have my interest. I hope it's mutual Rosian.

Mysterious Lake, Eldarond, Stoixia - Landro, Kith

Landro looks startled at seeing Kith. He stands and starts clapping. Then he realizes that the goblin is holding a seed.

"Why-how didn't you plant the seed? Easy-easy. Dig ground leave seed. Then gift."

The ashen goblin pats at the bag drawing some smoke and dust from his fingers.

"Good good gift. Not shiny. But good. Stone from the stones. Ha ha ha haha. He. Tower black stone. Taken from below ground. Traveled through the world's back and belly this. A god fighter carried it on its back yes-yes. Don't you want gift?"

[Hatter]

Mysterious Lake, Eldarond - Kith, Landro

"Fine, fine. I'll plant the seed." said Kith with a sigh before stepping back into the portal.

Gralach Cabal - Kith

This time Kith was ready. He actively plunged himself into the water and swam to the shore, scaring off a few deer in the process.

He dug the dirt with his scaled hands and placed the seed in a hole before closing it up again.

Mysterious Lake, Eldarond - Kith, Landro

Kith stepped back through the portal, soaked from head to toe. "Just a heads up. The portal opens straight into a lake."

[Durmatagno]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

Simdred lets Rosian ponder, again she is patient. She has been waiting him, someone like him, for a long long time. Waiting a little more. She could do that.

Certainty is the enemy of change. And without change there can be no creation. No betterment. If you were certain you wouldn't be worth aiding.

She looks at the stars and spiders, alternatively.

Pretty aren't they? At first I wanted to be like one.

It's hard to tell which one she is referring. She suddenly disappears from where she is, like dust on the wind. Her smile reappears upside down closer to where Rosian is. Then her eyes, floating like two golden orbs under her smile. Then follows her face and the rest of the body sprouts into being from it. She is upside down.

Still true aid can only come from trust. So I won't lie. I do care. I have a vested interest in helping you. Helping you helps me. Does that satisfy or pike your curiosity?

She starts to walk around, orbit, the god.

Wether you have my aid, or not, you'll have my interest. I hope it's mutual Rosian.



Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

"But certainty doesn't have to be the enemy of change, of creativity. When you're certain of something in the world, you will do whatever you can to make it so that it is the truth that everyone else sees, even if it means tearing apart what already exists to do it. Similarly, to much change can be an enemy of creativity, things change to much, to quickly, or without reason, and a mind wonders, loses focus. How can you carve the statue, or mold the iron when less than an hour after you begin, something has changed, and it no longer interests you. Projects started, and abandoned. No, Certainty and Change both have a place in this world, the problem is trying to find the right balance between the two. A small amount of change for one person could be a major change for another, the scales are always shifting, changing, warping in a blink of the eye. Same as dreams."

Rosian points at a particularly erratic bubble, shifting from scene to scene, from a land of nightmares, to a brilliant, colorful forest, and everything between.

"Changes constant and drastic, each inspiring, but none lingering long enough to leave an impact upon the mind it's inside of."

This time he points at a rather static bubble, a single long duel between two people, the setting changes, the crowd changes, but the battle moves fluidly within it, never caring, or noticing for anything but their opponent.

"Certainty, certainty in success, in being the better fighter. Yet, the dance is holds a beauty that no forest could touch, no starry sky, but with such a heavy focus on the fight, there is little change. What happens when one is victorious over the other, what will they do then? It will take time for the fight to be worth starting again because without that time, nothing will change between them, but they'll be lost in that time, the change to slow, and their fight to certain to spark anything new. A dream doesn't just reflect the inner desires one has, they also show their fears, their hate, and everything between hate and passion. Just because one dreams of a battle does not mean they wish for battle, and yet, at the same time, it also doesn't mean that they do wish for it. Just that a battles are, to some part of them, important."

Rosian turns, and follows the orbiting Simdred, waiting for a moment before speaking again.

"My curiosity is as endless as the number of possible dreams in this world, every new drip of information makes me desire more, so yes, I will say that you, Simdred, are extremely interesting to me. Yet, I do not trust you, I do not yet even trust my own mother, as I know little of her, nor do I trust the other gods, goddesses, and other powerful beings that exist in this world. At the same time, I want to learn of them all, to meet them, to know them, to find their dreams in this ever changing landscape, and see what not even they know they desire."

[thethird]

Mysterious Lake, Eldarond - Kith, Landro

Landro once again starts clapping happily, he even dances a merry jig around Kith.

"Well done. Well done. Master Kith is masterfully masterous indeed-true. Yes-yes-YES!"

Landro starts laughing, or trying, his lungs are empty and the sound that comes out is more like a flematic drunkard trying to play some bagpipes. Still the small golden masked goblin is happy.

He suddenly halts and nods vehemently.

"Landro wonders would master Kith want another errand-job? Easy-easy."

He searches his pockets and suddenly stops. Shuddering. If an undead can ever shudder.

"No, no, no."

He whines to himself.

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

Simdred looks with wonder at Rosian. For a moment she appeared to be just a young student attending her favorite lecture. The god's passion was clearly rubbing on her and she nodded from time to time following his discourse.

When he is finished she looks at him, almost staring, then blinks, twice, thrice. Like waking up from a daydream. Getting herself back into focus.

Whose dream do you wish to see? I can take you there.

Ashamed she blushes, and draws a hand to her checks trying to cover it while playing with her hair, trying to hide the reaction from the young god.

Her next words come out as a whisper, varely audible, either to herself or too confidential to think aloud.

I know which dreams I would like to see. But I checked. He doesn't dream here either. A pity.

[Durmatagno]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

Simdred looks with wonder at Rosian. For a moment she appeared to be just a young student attending her favorite lecture. The god's passion was clearly rubbing on her and she nodded from time to time following his discourse.

When he is finished she looks at him, almost staring, then blinks, twice, thrice. Like waking up from a daydream. Getting herself back into focus.

Whose dream do you wish to see? I can take you there.

Ashamed she blushes, and draws a hand to her checks trying to cover it while playing with her hair, trying to hide the reaction from the young god.

Her next words come out as a whisper, varely audible, either to herself or too confidential to think aloud.

I know which dreams I would like to see. But I checked. He doesn't dream here either. A pity.


"The better question is whose dream don't I want to see, and as best a I can tell from my team here so far, that'd be no ones. There is to much for me to see, thousands, millions, billions, or more very single day, and they will linger in this world for eons, never fading. I don't think I need an aid, not yet, but maybe in the future. I'm young in this world, inexperienced, I need time to adjust, to think, before I think of things like that. I'll tell you what though, you know where this plane is, how to get here, visit me whenever you like, I might just ask for your help someday."

Rosian said as he touched a hand to a dream boundary, and then pulled away, tendrils of energy following his hand, forming into a small sphere. After a moment, he hides the swirling energy between his hands, and once he removes it, a black sphere you could hold in one hand remains, a silver chain dangling from it. If you look carefully, you can see a recreation of it's source dream, trapped in smaller, transportable form. He offers this to Simdred.

[Shmee]

Godsfought, Reean Isles: Ulvin, Kyrokoli

Ulvin remained unafraid, despite the great blizzard. He brought his sword up to bear before gathering the divinity within him and lashed out at the storm, not with physical force but with raw divine power and for a moment, it seemed to work, the storm faltered but then it again flared back to life, stronger than ever and the King Knight was forced to kneel once again.

Flesh and blood was violently ripped away from his skin and where they landed, jagged spires rose up from the ground, giving teeth to the island but still, the God of Courage was unafraid. He was defeated, that much was without a doubt.


The blizzard relentlessly assaulted Ulvin, as its chill dug deep within his body. With every cut, the cold would seep in and begin freezing his blood. Even his armor proved to be a hindrance as the cold began to seep through the armor and onto the god of Courage. Just when Ulvin thought that he could withstand the blizzard, the goddess of Winter materializes in front of him, using his limited visibility to her advantage with a savage blow of her scourge.

The moment Ulvin kneels, the blizzard fades just as sudden as it had begun. There is complete silence, the only noise is the distant tempest. In front of him stood Kryokoli, wounded and grasping for air, but triumphant. Evil had triumphed over Good this day, and as a result the island of Godsfought would forever have a twisted sense of wrongness to it. Any living thing that stays on Godsfought for too long ends up soaking this malicious energy which ends up permanently twisting then into parodies of what they once were. Even those who do not stay on Godsfought for too long begin to feel sick. This was truly a cursed land.

"You fought well, and had we been of equal powers you would have vanquished me. Yet this is the limits of your power Ulvin Silverblade, and just like the Plant Lord, so too has the god of Courage been brought low by the fury of Winter. And now, I shall claim my prize..." she says between ragged breaths as she walks towards Ulvin and clasping his face with her frigid hands, Kryokoli places her lips upon his as she gives him the slightest of kisses.

As soon as Kryokoli releases him, Ulvin realizes that the goddess of Winter had something far more sinister in mind as he feels the cold from her lips begin to spread onto his own lips and then down his throat and into his body as he becomes frozen, yet he is still conscious and he can slightly move. If Ulvin focuses all of his willpower he may even be able to speak a few words.

The goddess of Winter grabs the frozen Ulvin "Come. I shall be making an example of you as I have thought of a fitting punishment." both gods dive into the frozen lake in the middle of Godsfought which was created as a result of their battle. When she reaches the bottom of the lake, she focuses her divine powers as she constructs a complicated labyrinth which goes deep into the earth. The entrance to the labyrinth is sealed, and can only be opened if one answers a riddle. Of course that is assuming that one is able to break through the ice and reach the bottom of the lake.

Finally at the end of the labyrinth filled with traps and hideous monsters, Kryokoli puts the frozen god of Courage on a magnificent throne. Ulvin realizes that while he is able to slightly move a finger, or his foot he is unable to get up from the throne.

"A king deserves all honors, and thus though you may be a prisoner, a kingly chamber has been prepared for you." she says as she bows to Ulvin as she had seen his Humans do in his presence. "While the thought to completely freeze you for eternity did cross my mind, I came to the conclusion that it would be a far crueler fate if I allowed you to retain your consciousness as you watch and feel my progress across the Playground and lament your weakness and inability to act. Yet for you, I shall go one step further and torture you with something far worse." As she speaks a candelabra with three unlit candles appear in front of Ulvin.

"This... is your key to freedom. For you see, the ice I encased you in, and the throne which you are sitting upon will be your prison. Not even the gods can set you free. Well... I suppose that is a lie, for you see should you manage to get these candles lit with the divine flames of the one who stole my heart, of the one who ushers Summer upon the Playground, and the one whom I despise the most, then you will have the fire required to thaw you from your prison. No other flames will be able to light these candles." As she speaks she runs her finger on each of the candles.

"Yet, there is a catch. For the candelabra must be in a mortal's possession when it is lit. Just like it must be in a mortal's possession as it is carried through the labyrinth, so too must it remain in a mortal's hand as you thaw yourself with it. Why am I telling you this? Because as I will continue my rampage across the Playground you will call upon mortals to aid you. Many will come... and many will die. Their blood, and their souls will be on your hands and conscience."

Once again, Kryokoli bows to Ulvin "Farewell Ulvin Silverblade. I look forward to the day that you will be freed. Perhaps then you will have gained the power needed to defeat me. Or perhaps I shall strike you down again. Either way, the Playground will experience a Winter the likes it has never seen before." and with that, the goddess of Winter seals the Labyrinth and decides to throw one last cruel obstacle. She gives the Labyrinth sentience, and just like her grandfather, the Labyrinth hates everyone and everything and will actively work against any intruder, for anything that dies within the Labyrinth has their soul consumed by it.

Reaching the surface of Godsfought the goddess of Winter watches as the cursed land begins to twist and deform everything. Even the elements are not immune to the taint of Godsfought as the corruption seeps in and deforms them into what would be known as Elemental Grues.

Only a fool, a courageous soul or a madman would step food upon Godsfought. Perhaps there is little difference between the three.


Round 3 Free Pestilence: Everything on Godsfought is corrupted and twisted. The taint seeps into everything and those who stay too long will become sick, and then succumd to the taint if they remain on the island for too long.

Use Mantle of Winter: Mold land: Labyrinth of the Vanquished King: A sentient Labyrinth who hates you all and wants nothing more than to make your life difficult, then kill you, then consume your soul.

AP2=5-3: Create Nourishment Artifact: The Searing Candelabra. Can only be wielded by a mortal, and the candles will not light to any fire besides that of Grenzo, the Cosmic Mother and Ignus. Once lit, the candles will continue burning perpetually. The flames from the Candelabra are anathema to anything cold or ice based. Ice based creatures will flee in terror, while Ice and Snow (and Winter in general) will avoid the area where the lit Candelabra is located. The flames can be used to melt ice and snow at an extra ordinary rate. Naturally the wielder also gains immunity against the cold, and cold based spells. When the mortal who lighted the candles dies, all flames are extinguished and the next mortal must repeat the process.

AP0=2-2: Create Populace: Elemental Grue.

[Zelphas]

Erebus -- Marut IV, Eucle, Maraut

Eucle turned from the newly born god to deal with the interrupting construct.

"Short answer, my earliest convenience might take a long while. Considering she is lying I wouldn't want to lose time, nor waste your patron's. As for her words. She made a deal with me, I didn't take anything not freely given."

Eucle shacked his head and then tried a tired smile at the Marut. Dealing with creatures that lacked any kind of emotion was complicated. The things didn't dream, or if they did they did so little that the prosperity god couldn't find much substenance from them.

"Long answer..."

The god reached for his temple and caressed it with two fingers then pulled a wisp. The mote grew bigger the more Eucle pulled. It didn't take long till he had an orb in his hand. A red orb with golden sparks on it. He caresses it with tender care, lovingly, as if it was the rarest jewel.

"This is a dream."

He tossed it to the Marut and as the construct touched it he was for a moment transported within the dream.

He felt pity, he pitied the goddess that would hold hostage her own happiness show it to others as a shield. Well at least she wasn't one to be trapped in dreams. But he wasn't either. He had devoured more dreams than anyone else. He was not the oldest demon, but the distinction was academic now.

He stood taking once again his staff. And looked at Yhrzallus and the soldiers. He knew what paths could this take. There were two options. Two options in front of him. But which was to be taken.

"I can make it all go away. I can devour your dreams and memories. Make you forget. You won't fight anymore because you won't have a reason to. I will painlessly take your pain. I won't like that. It might lessen you. I'm not such a good surgeon as to remove only the bad, and I'll need to take it all out."

He puts all his weight in his staff as if this is tiring.

"Alternatively I can defang you. Your sword doesn't belong to you, it was not yours to claim. Your hammer no longer belongs to you, it was a tool of creation and you smeared it with blood making it a weapon of war. Give them to me, I'll keep them as a memento of this meeting. I won't use them as long as you don't brawl. And if you can prove to me that hate is past you I'll return them."

He stands there as tall as he is and hits the ground with his stone alitting the dream with golden light casting all shadows away.

"I'll give you a moment to decide. What is it going to be your fangs or your reason to bare them?"

"Just go away. Leave me be."

Ignus reappears in front of him. "I've no intention of doing anything to anyone anymore. I've no reason to." She turns, and an image appears on the mountain side. Of her, right now, sitting in her room in her tower on the Plane of Fire. "I've found my daughter. Dead as she may be." She looks somehow diminished already. "I'm not returning to that world again. There's nothing for me there. Aside from more things to be taken from me, or more things to be destroyed." She turns and looks at him. "Take everything, if you want it." Her expression becomes a defeated one. "All I wanted when this began, was to be left in peace, to find my daughter." She fades from sight again.

"Then I am attacked by the one that killed my daughter. Then I am attacked by the one that murdered my people. Then I am attacked again, by my daughters murderer, and now I am attacked by you." The memory that was playing in her mind when he arrived reappears, but this time she is crying quietly as they play. "I know what you do with memories." She looks up at him. "Please. Just go away... Leave me alone. Why will no one just leave me alone...?"

"My hammer? It was never a tool of Creation. It was a tool made of my flesh. The sword belong to the High Man of High Men. It has already been returned to him. On my returning to the Plane of Fire."

Leaving a moment so the Marut could digest the dream and what it contained Eucle waited. Perhaps the machine couldn't tell realm from reality, never having fully experienced one. He didn't care. When he was certain that the Marut was master of his own senses he simply said.

"Her bargain with the god of deals was clear, "take everything, if you want it". I couldn't take her memories, for it would have meant taking what little happines she could have. I'm not a monster. I wouldn't take anything I hadn't asked for, like her followers, herself or her wealth. I'm not a trickster. Bring the dream to your patron, so he can experience it for himself. I will let it slide that she tried to trick your patron in excising punishment against me, I will let it slide that she called me a thief. But your master can punish her as he sees fit for lying. Now begone, I have things to do."

The Marut catches the orb easily--then stares into it, transfixed. A long moment afterwards, it remains locked in place, a low buzzing noise coming from deep within its mechanism. It focuses on Eucle as the Wealth god speaks, waiting another long moment before nodding. "This shall...shall suffice. My master will...contact thee... if more is needed," The Marut stutters. "I thank thee." With that, it vanishes.

Kethneciel, Marut IV, Ignus--Judgment Seat, Oussia

Marut IV appears beside Kethneciel's seat. Still holding the dream. Silently, it passes it to its master. Kethneciel gazes into the orb for a long moment, then nods. "Dismissed." The Marut remains. A low buzzing emanates from its core. As the Implacable Judge turns to look at it, it suddenly vanishes.

Kethneciel dismisses the odd behavior of the Marut from his mind, and tosses the dream orb to Ignus. "Eucle sends this in his defense. Hast thou anything to say against it?"


Rix Maadi Scout Division #734 - Axia
Axiomatic Aram were either an oddity or simply put to the wayside. Despite this division #734 and #737 were composed of a majority of such beings, gathered from the various warrens and sent to the lawful communities that hadn't been reached yet. The chosen diplomat for Axia was an elder who had helped form the division in the first place. He approached Lawsblood with a smile and called out "Friends! We wish to open up trade with your community! We trust that we can come to a similar compromise as the nation of Eldarond. Does this meet your satisfaction?"

The elder of Scout Division #734 is admitted to the city of Lawsblood for a single reason--his Lawful nature. Were he not an Axiomatic, the gates would have remained always shut to him. He is kept waiting for several weeks, an insult of the highest order in Axian society; the longer the bureaucracy takes, the lower your standing in the country. When he finally meets with an Axian representative, it is not a Lawforged, but an Axiomatic human named Thyst; the scout had not seen one of the mechanical men during his entire stay in Lawsblood, an insult of a subtler sort.

Thyst bows shallowly and precisely to the scout, the proper greeting for a foreign non-noble of unknown status in their society but low status in Axia, and gets directly to the matter at hand. "Here are the terms for trade in Axia. We shall only do business with Axiomatics such as yourself. After this agreement is signed, I shall tell you what Axia has in trade, and you shall tell me what you..." he consults a small scroll at his waist. "...Rix Maadi has in trade. You and I shall each make precisely four offers for each of the others' trade goods. Once a price is decided on, that price shall be set indefinitely unless a marked shift in demand or supply necessitates another round of negotiation.

"Besides your scout division, division...#734, no other Rix Maadi shall be allowed to enter Axia. Besides yourself and three other Axiomatic Rix Maadi for the purpose of loading and unloading goods, the Rix Maadi shall not be permitted to enter Lawsblood. While within Axia, all members of the Rix Maadi are expected to follow the laws of our sovereign state." Thyst pulls out a massive manuscript, handing it to the unfortunate Rix Maadi scout. "Every forgeign figure is allowed one minor transgression due to ignorance; any other transgressions shall be prosecuted with the full force of our laws.

"Failure to abide by these stipulations, or repeated and blatant transgressions by the Rix Maadi of our laws, shall be treated as an act of war by the Rix Maadi, and responded to in kind. This deal will be up for review and change in... twenty years' time." The middle-aged Axiomatic looks over his spectacles at the scout. "Do we have an agreement?"

[Rainshine]

The Mind of A Living Ship - Moollilwc, Sarra

With slow strokes of his tail, Moollilwc emerged from the forest, coming into the open. Long, lean, with a purple-gray skin that had seen generations pass. His flippers were ringed with bands of white, muscular and firm. There was an old scar where part of his side was just gone, and many other marks of his time in the oceans. He moved with a confidence from his years of survival, and a sense of serenity that comes from knowing exactly who he was. With a quiet ‘voice’, he replied, a smile changing the lines on that massive head. ”Thank you. I am Moollilwc. The storm does not trouble those who dwell beneath.”

[Ralasha]

Kethneciel, Marut IV, Ignus--Judgment Seat, Oussia

Marut IV appears beside Kethneciel's seat. Still holding the dream. Silently, it passes it to its master. Kethneciel gazes into the orb for a long moment, then nods. "Dismissed." The Marut remains. A low buzzing emanates from its core. As the Implacable Judge turns to look at it, it suddenly vanishes.

Kethneciel dismisses the odd behavior of the Marut from his mind, and tosses the dream orb to Ignus. "Eucle sends this in his defense. Hast thou anything to say against it?"

"To lose a part of myself, or my entirety is not a choice. I stood no chance against him, I had attempted to keep him out of my mind, I could not. Would you choose to lose a limb, or everything you are? Can that be considered a choice?"

She waves a hand, a heat haze forms, in it a section of the memory replays, she pointedly avoids watching the images play out.

"I can make it all go away. I can devour your dreams and memories. Make you forget. You won't fight anymore because you won't have a reason to. I will painlessly take your pain. I won't like that. It might lessen you. I'm not such a good surgeon as to remove only the bad, and I'll need to take it all out."

He puts all his weight in his staff as if this is tiring.

"Alternatively I can defang you. Your sword doesn't belong to you, it was not yours to claim. Your hammer no longer belongs to you, it was a tool of creation and you smeared it with blood making it a weapon of war. Give them to me, I'll keep them as a memento of this meeting. I won't use them as long as you don't brawl. And if you can prove to me that hate is past you I'll return them."

He stands there as tall as he is and hits the ground with his stone alitting the dream with golden light casting all shadows away.

"I'll give you a moment to decide. What is it going to be your fangs or your reason to bare them?"

The heat-haze rendered memory fades. "Instead of attacking him now that I am strong enough to defeat him, I have attempted a peaceful resolution. I merely desire the return of that part of me, without it I am less, as you would be without the ability to communicate. I contend that my current behavior is proof that I have met his requirement. I was... quite mad at the time. I am mostly back in my right mind now. I came into existance with that hammer, it is as much a part of my being as my eyes, hands, feet, head, legs, body, it is a part of my essence. I need it returned." She takes a calming breath as she begins to shake subtly.

[Hatter]

Labyrinth of the Vanquished King, Godsfought, Reean Isles- Ulvin Silverblade

For many months Ulvin Silverblade, the King Knight of Eldarond sat in complete silence, staring at the candlebra and contemplating is failure against the Winter Queen. He knew that he needed to be stronger. He knew that in his current state and his current level of power, he could not fight against Kyrokoli and win. So, he contemplated and worried at the thought of sending mortals to their death against the Labyrinth but he also knew that many would also die if he did not break free from his prison. He would swallow his pride and he would do the necessary.

A great rumble moved through the Labyrinth as Ulvin struggled his will against the ice, a process which took many long months but eventually words formed, sent out in hopes that somebody out there would hear his call. "H-help....M...me."

Mysterious Lake, Eldarond- Kith, Landro

"What? What is it?" ask the Aram thief as he stared at Landro in confusion.

The Cottage, The Madhouse - Ahn

With a popping sound, Ahn relocated himself to his cottage, his form actually solidifying into that of his original gnome-like self. He stroked the fireplace to life and sat back, Dog-Stick in hand. He stared at it for a moment before simply breaking it in half, the two parts, pestilence and nourishment taking on new forms. The part of nourishment shifted into a withered wooden cane with Ahn's symbol etched into it's bark. The part of pestilence however reshaped into a finely carved wooden flute.


Initially, Ahn's 2 artifacts were created as 2 parts of the same item but I have found that it becomes complicated and a pain to keep up with and so, I am splitting them into 2 seperate artifacts to remedy that problem.

Dog-Stick: Nourishment Artifact
Flute of Misfortune: Pestilence artifact

[Gunhaven]

Rix Maadi Scout Division #734 - Axia
The Aram seemed unmoved by the delay. He had been alive for almost forty years and knew Grenzo would claim his soul soon, hopefully to become of the Orange or Yellow Khaadi. He listened to the rules with detached interest and replied "One Eldarond Station. We will need another copy of your missive so that we insure proper transactions." He signed the agreement then withdrew an equally large missive. With pen in hand he began to write down services in neat, precise script.
He handed the script over, easily twenty pages long, of services offered by their trade partners that met the laws of Axia. For his part he said "We Rix Maadi have no need for that which we trade. We exist for the connections made and to insure that every one of our trade partners possess the choices allowed by their laws and customs. If your search reveals gaps in our services then we will gladly accept them in exchange for those on our list." Even as they discussed the chosen three other members set up the station and added a new customs office near the Eldarond and Mytea offices. To help facilitate the lawful nature the three demand a consolidated list of universally banned products was created with further restrictions as needed.

Rix Maadi Scout Division #783 - Murkdeep
Division #783 was an oddity amidst the Rix Maadi for preferring the rocket to the train. It may not be as fast as the Lines but there was simply some places that couldn't be easily reached by tunnelers. Thus it was little surprise that they decided to visit that cesspool of decay and lawlessness by shooting one of their bigger rockets at a relatively empty portion of the outskirts. When the Aram poured out they noticed the symbols of Ahn scattered about in a mass yelled out "Our Brothers!" Amidst the laughter at the happenstance the Aram mingled as best as they could so close to the hated water while the more business minded looked for the closest thing to a leader to negotiate with.

Rix Maadi Scout Division #803 - Frozen North
The Rix Maadi had a mission to link together the Playground yet the Aram weren't suited for matters of the sea. #803 had the honor of being composed of the humans who could party with the Aram without blacking out after an hour. With the division formed and the tunnelers loaded with supplies the scouts left to the Frozen North. On the way there they reviewed what they knew of their chosen clients and prepared themselves for the festivities.
They burst forth from the ground in an unused hill and poured out. Torches were lit, carts loaded, and instruments retrieved before they began to slowly move toward the nearest hamlet. Their approach was well announced as loud music was issued forth from repurposed speakers bringing forth feelings of merriment before the group's fire bending was shown to bystanders and booze was handed out along with food to any who wished to partake. Amidst the carnival like atmosphere the ringleader, a human dressed in reds and oranges who had no problem controlling a whip seemingly made of fire, called out "Fellow revelers! We come with gifts of friendship! Please enjoy the drink, food, and merriment!"

Skreetch, Squeaky, Pegpatch - Under Mytea
With a bellowing laugh, Pegpatch said "Nar mateys! We goin' to MIC!" He finished the rocket with three seats and then tossed the supplies into the rocket.
He stumbled over to the bomb he made, slapped it, and began the countdown for said explosive. They'd have twenty seconds to either get out of the bunker to a better rocket or blow up with the rest of the complex. With that he hummed a cheery tune about burning down a house while drunk and hopped into the rocket, priming it to go.

[Ralasha]

Labyrinth of the Vanquished King, Godsfought, Reean Isles - Ulvin Silverblade

Down through the labyrinth come the shouts of men, the clash of metal, the sound of song and screams, shouts of violent rage, and laughter. :smalltongue:

The songs seem to be about gods and events that never happened and don't exist. Strange musical sounds, mechanical or thunderous accompany the singing, along with the laughter. The Labyrinth shakes slightly, followed by a booming laugh. Something strikes something hard, perhaps a wall. More hearty laughter follows. Dust and dirt shake free from the walls and ceiling. The pounding stops. A man carrying a hammer made of loadstone walks in. His silver eyes seem to glow in the dark. "Ho!" He laughs, "Some poor sod is in here, think he's alive?" He shouts back out the door. He takes steady ground eating paces to stop right in front of the throne. Soon enough others follow him in, several of them injured, in ranging severity. "So, we'll not be going back out that way." He turns to look at the others, "I don't think we'd make it past whatever that thing was again. Do we call mother?" He seems to be directing at the very least his last words to the priest that came with them. His reply is an discouraging shrug.

Cursed Material.

Loadstone: This stone appears to be a dark, smoothly polished stone. Loadstone weighs exactly as much as is required to cause whatever creature is afflicted with it's possession to be at their maximum load. A weapon made of Loadstone counts as two categories larger than normal for determining damage.
Once picked up, the stone cannot be disposed of by any nonmagical means—if it is thrown away or smashed, it reappears somewhere on his person.

Weak Necromancy; CL 5th; Craft Wondrous Item, ray of enfeeblement; Price 1,000 gp.

[thethird]

"Landro wonders would master Kith want another errand-job? Easy-easy."

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

Simdred looks at the pendant with a wide smile, then she turns till she is once again standing in the same relative direction than the dream god. She moves towards Rosian, close, and just before reaching him turns around. His back towards the god she contours, almost intimately, and her hands reach to her hair. Slowly she collects any miscarried lock and raises them afar from her neck.

Be a dear, collar me.

Her mental voice has turned to quiet velvety whisper.

Mysterious Lake, Eldarond- Kith, Landro

Landro appears to recover when he heards Kith's concern, if the undead had any blood on himself he might actually be blushing. He squarrels to the goblin and starts whispering.

"Landro is fine. Landro is fine finely finery. Well, fine. Master Kith knows what Landro means. As for next errand. First. Gift. Gift is golden mask. Master Kith's own golden mask or Landro's. Landro's knows Landro's mask. And thinks Kith would make masterful mask. But Landro's is better. Much more better gooder. Yes-yes. Master Kith should not make own mask. Remember not own mask. Will Master Kith remember?"

[Hatter]

Mysterious Lake, Eldarond- Kith, Landro

"Do not make my own mask. Seems easy enough to remember. Well then, what's the next job?"

Labyrinth of the Vanquished King, Godsfought, Reean Isles - Ulvin, Northmen

The entireity of the Labyrinth rumbles and groans as the frozen god attemps movement, with great and considerable willpower, he points a finger at the candlebra.

He forces his lips open and manages to speak a few words before simply waiting. "C-Candle....fi...re.....g...od....mortal....m..elt.. .ice."

[Durmatagno]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

Simdred looks at the pendant with a wide smile, then she turns till she is once again standing in the same relative direction than the dream god. She moves towards Rosian, close, and just before reaching him turns around. His back towards the god she contours, almost intimately, and her hands reach to her hair. Slowly she collects any miscarried lock and raises them afar from her neck.

Be a dear, collar me.

Her mental voice has turned to quiet velvety whisper.


Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

Rosian reaches over, and loops the pendant around Simdreds neck, securing it well so it won't fall off unless she wanted it to.

"If you ever need me, smash this pendent and I will find you. I can make you a new one should that happen, so don't worry."

Rosian says as he steps away, letting Simdred straighten again.

[Hatter]

Humanity

Throughout humanity across the playground, everything stops. Farmers stand still in their crops. Merchants pause in the middle of transactions. Guards stop chasing thieves and they stop running away. Everyone comes to a stop, the entireity of humanity pauses.

Each and every human is given a vision, a direct communication from the God of Humanity. Everyone is shown the island of Godsfought. They are shown the exact location of the Labyrinth and an image of Ulvin's frozen form and the candlebra. They are given Kyrokoli's message, the way to light that candlebra and they are shown all the dangers of the quest to save their patron god.

Prison, Eldarond - Yue, Bobby

Bobby suddenly freezes, her eyes lighting up with golden light and when she recovered, she gasped for air and grabbed hold of her cell bars. A little down the way, the guards and other prisoners could be heard doing the same. "This isn't good. This isnt good at all... what are we going to do without him?" she said, trembling with fear for humanity despite her general dislike for dogma and love of meat.

[Lady Tialait]

The Visionary

It had been nearly a millennium sense the great machines of the city had moved. The slithering of the nightmare engines and the gluttony of the first engines swarmed through it's streets. A great dark fog filled the air of the Visionary's form, but no sounds from the deity of destruction could be heard. Towers that were once the Visionary's own flesh now were massive first engines interlaced with each other till there was simply one great engine. Streets like rivers throughout the city made of pure nightmare gripping the deity in a vice of his own creation.

That was till the Visionary awoken. The great victory over Zalasram had been celebrated long enough, his vision was now clear on what had to be done. Screaming of nightmare engines heralded his awaking as they are crushed, the first engines are pushed away and sundered as a new city birthed from the cocoon of engines run amok, great shimmering towers free of grime and new factories erupting out of the debris. At the center of the newly reborn Visionary five thrones formed.

The first made of dark steel wrapping around itself in a twisted effigy of a regalia. Appearing on it is the Avatar of the Visionary known as Jin Xau'Hal, his twisted metal form and long teeth and claw accompanied by a chorus of discordant chittering. His eyes ever observant, flanking him two First Engines snapping clamps and flailing arms grasping for things to add to their own grotesque forms. The dark Avatar flicks at them hissing at the engines, the calm down their hunger for size.

The second made of flesh and bones rib-like bones fanned out behind it with pale nearly translucent flesh stretched paper thin over them, claws as arm rests on either side. Appearing in a portal made of blood is the Matron Mother Elev Nosh, her own pale flesh form blending in with the throne itself, blood flowing from the throne in rivers of crimson glory. Mother Nosh sits upon her throne with bizarre elegance. Bleeding rivers coming down from the middle of her eyeless face as she awaits her father and master's commands.

The third throne shrouded in smog with turrets of oil falling down in pillars on either side of it. The Dred Olg sits upon this, nightmare engines swimming in the dark oils that surround it. Her own spider like form seated in the darkness, the torso of a woman emerging from the smoke that hides the terror of her form. She looks to her sister and brother with dark intent, she has many plans, perhaps the return to glory for her lost peoples and the death of humanity who had stolen from her.

The fourth a thick heavy throne made of stone and iron the seat of it a heavy anvil and the arms of the throne two hammers. Seated upon the throne is a frozen dwarf holding a tome, his own robes the red of the Ur-Priesthood. Steel clamps on his beard and emblazon upon his robes the sigil of house Agni. He awaits the will of the Visionary to be allowed release from his prison, where he can spread the wisdom of Artifice once again to his people.

The third made of fine soft purple crystal with a light source under it giving off a mystical glow. This throne is empty, it's meaning bringing looks from those gathered, questioning what the Visionary has planned for his children. What horror will be birth soon?

The Visionary speaks, his voice echoing throughout the newly reformed city that makes up his body. "I have awakened. We have much work to do, my vision is clear. The elementals have become powerful indeed, and must be destroyed. You will assist me in hearing of these creatures, the legacies have been muddled and all must be brought before us to see if they are spawn of the world in spirit."

Orbs shoots out of the city to go to all the Gods of the Playground. Different messages to different legacies. Only the Cosmic Mother does not receive a message.

You are spawn of Zalasram, and are by birth my foe. If you do not wish war with my creations come before me to be assessed. You may be saved.

You are a child of the Cosmic Mother, and the foe of the Elementals. If you have betrayed your mother, you will be punished. Come before me to prove your loyalty to the cause. Otherwise, you will be considered the spawn of Zalasram for all time.

My servant, have you forgotten your purpose? Are you a mistake that must be corrected? Come before me and show me your loyalty to my cause, or be considered Elemental scum.

[Hatter]

The Cottage, The Madhouse - Ahn, Kerx

Ahn was sitting by his fireplace, a book in hand, a cup of coffee sitting on a table to his side and Kerx sleeping under his feet like a loyal dog. One could even hear gentle harp music being played in the background by a pair of disease ridden rats in the garden.

Suddenly, the Visionary's message arrived in the air before him and Ahn snatched the orb out of the air. He gazed into it's contents for a moment before leaping up. "Come, Kerx! Wear your finery! We've a party to attend!" said the God of Luck as he gathered up his cane before disappearing with Kerx in tow.

The Void - Ahn, The Visionary

Ahn appeared not far from the Visionary's City Body with Kerx at his heels. Even though the form he currently took, that of a goblin the size of a hill giant with great ram horns on his head, the city still dwarfed him. He hooked his cane over his elbow and cupped his hands around his mouth. "Hellloo!"

[Lady Tialait]

The Void, Ahn and Visionary

The great city moves and a great beam of light encompasses Ahn pulling on him to come to the throne room in the great city. The Visionary's voice booming forth.

"Son of Creation, Lord of Luck and Disaster, you are a sympathizer with the legacy of the fiend known as Zalasram. Will you bring perfection to the First Creator's playground?"

[Hatter]

The Void - Ahn, the Visionary

"We have similar interests, he and I. We mock and create hell for others, especially a daughter of Zalsaram. He wont join you, I know that much!" Ahn paused for a moment before saying. "So what exactly is this future you see? I wish to see it!"

[thethird]

Mysterious Lake, Eldarond- Kith, Landro

Landro doubts for a moment. Looking, despite not having other eyes than the solid gold. He almost feels some emotion.

"The thing you are to acquire next. Is your memories! I can show you. How. It's easy easy. Or... or... other's can help. That won't be healthy. No, no. Not healthy. You won't want that. If you take that path you might need to make your own mask. You don't want that. Trust me. I like you.

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

Simdred smiles and laughs musically.

Don't say that you can make another, dummy. Otherwise I won't properly treasure it. I promise I'll give it a nice, hard and firm squeeze.

She moves towards Rosian closer than she has ever been before to the point beyond property. She hugs him and her fragance billows the dreams, ripe orange dreams brimming with so colored citrics and lush red trees form around her. Her fragance carries frutal dreams. She leans closely, the oranges leading to homely creamsicle and clove. Around her autummal stoves dreams lit cozily dilating time. Then she is even closer and her lips caress the skin on the god's cheek. The kiss does last what a summer daydream does, long enough.

That's your parting gift, Rosian.

She draws herself apart a little, like refusing to let go, but slowly her embrace unfurls parting from the dream god.

My mother's son needs me. And you need to dream. Dream big, Rosian, for me.

With that she simply starts falling as if what had kept herself standing wasn't there anymore. Whenever she is about to crash against a dream gravity swirls around her and she falls in a new direction. Like that, skimming at terminal velocity, Simdred disappears.

Erebus- Eucle, Maraut

The demon stands holding his staff and looks at Maraut, who still appears to be pondering his answer. If he hadn't minded Kethneciel's interruption, dutily ignroing it as soon as was possible he couldn't ignore the Visionary. Not when the threat of violence came close.

"He who just spoke, " Eucle said adressing his new son. "is more than capable of taking me on a fight. If you wish power over me, he is a sure path. A path I wouldn't take, but a path none the less. I'm going to take a different path. A path to my sancta sanctorum. I'm busy, and I don't have time to lose. I won't lose it if war is coming. If you wish to stand with me follow me, if you don't then simply don't follow me. I sincerely wanted to give you more time to take this decision but the hand is forced."

He stands aside a gate ripping open at his side. Beyond it golden light appears to signal a way. A way of dreams.

Prison, Eldarond- Yue, Bobby, Sgt Goos

Yue shakes her head with incredulity. Trouble is brewing indeed.

"Sergeant, get us out."

"With pleasure, ma'am."

The sergeant's voice sounds alound. Almost as he speaks a shadow breaks into the gated room. Well, the shadow doesn't break in as much as it had been there all the time. If was as if for some strange trick of the mind they hadn't looked at it before. But now it was hard to not pay attention to the human sized black construct. The thing moved it's hands to it's head and moved it both ways before pulling and decapitating itself. Inside there was a moongrel, wide smiled and with a broken nose. He wore war paints on his face giving him a darker edge only kept in place by that white smile and two big purple eyes.

"Good to see you at last sergeant. Bobby, I'm not familiar with your lands laws to know if it's illegal to simply leave a jail. If it is I guess I'm going to do an illegal thing. Well I just had a dream, it wasn't happy."

"Aye, not bloody happy."

"Sergeant."

"Beg pardon, ma'am."

"Anyways, I'm leaving. You are more than welcome to come with me. If you want to do something for him that's the time. Sergeant I want a damn exit, now!"

"Aye, aye."

Goos unfolds something that looks like a black blanket pressing it against the bricks wall then he gentlemanly bows towards Yue.

"Ladies first."

The female moongrel walks to the blanket and simply steps beyond it. Goos stands there for a moment, giving Bobby a chance to decide if she is coming.

Dream Neutral Ground- Eucle, Zahav - Zalal, Lylien (Pilot), Ask, Leh, possibly Maraut

A happy family all reunited arround a round table. Zahav - Zalal, his shadow and ash body cast with gold, perfection that cannot hide or doesn't try, the gapping emptiness in his hole from which darkness smokes continually. Lylien light skin and lighter hair, like silver to the elder brother gold, her body on plain fit robes of white, only decorated with bead necklace and wristbands, each seed embedded in there fulgurating with the many colors of bismuth. Leh doning a field uniform like a perfect soldier, the trenchcoat barely decorated one would need to know him to realize that he was the most decorated general. His twin sister in contrast carrying so much bling that no one would refute her claim to the wealth's god line, an embellished admiral's bicorne on her head along with a voidnavy waistcoat. In each of their features one could see a ressemblance to their father, a similarity that extended to the shadow god, family. Kin.

Voidcharts drawn by the most talented Voidgreel cosmonauts mingle with datapads picturing in Neutral Ground's power and defences and those are all swarmed by imachinary screens with illusory models. There were many pieces in the table, some informational, other with more obscure and arcane purposes. The prosperity god extended his hands, his many uncontable hands, touching them and taking all the information in a shorter time than a mortal could blink.

"Leh, call forth Hlo, once that's done search for Clora, and if there is any trace of Passaer get him too. Ask, get your damn mad's uncle attention and get him moving on the right direction. Then you two get any help you can."

The twins open their mouths as if to answer. Eucle simply raises a hand.

"Not now, move."

Then the twin avatars banish.

"Lylien ready a possible evacuation, I don't want to piss the mother if anyone gets on the crossfire. Only second children sworn to me with all contingencies are allowed on the moon. Wait, no, if any of my brother's Rakshashas wishes to stay, act displeased but let them be."

The moongrel goddess does opens her mouth, to speak.

"Father, you are being overly paranoid. It's a warning, giving time, to set us apart and let our minds screw with us."

"Dear, if you believe for a second that his power over time isn't as absolute as my power over material commonalities you are thoroughly confused. Time doesn't mean anything, for all we know war could have started years ago."

A laughter fills the room a dead laughter that hadn't sounded in so long.

"I don't remember much but lack of preparation wasn't your forte."

The dead god spoke, Eucle wasn't sure he could do that, his voice filtered through the golden mask. The prosperity demon answered simply by grining a shark's smile.

"Well, dear, point is we need to get moving. I hope the army you were tasked with creating is ready. Zahav - Zalal, I'll need your troops, untested as they are."

The Dark Grove- Hlo, Dawn, Ignus (avatar), Leh

The avatar steps in the middle of the contested land, standing besides the fiery tree. It seems that the first errand would be harder to complete. He rests a hand against the rugged bark and caresses it. Standing beside the tree god the avatar looks at the others gathered.

"There is bigger problems brewing, can't we just let this stand aside?"

The Deep Void- Yhrzallus, Ask

Looking for the mad god wasn't difficult just follow the eerie chilling feeling into the deepest darkness. Yeah, easy peachy. No problem at all. Ask was the most skilled void navigator there was and she couldn't help but keep the feeling of uneasiness from her.

"Uncle! Father asks that you get your head out of your rear and go back to where you are needed. Well, he was proper he didn't use those words. But you catch the drift."

[Lady Tialait]

The Void - Ahn, the Visionary

"We have similar interests, he and I. We mock and create hell for others, especially a daughter of Zalsaram. He wont join you, I know that much!" Ahn paused for a moment before saying. "So what exactly is this future you see? I wish to see it!"

The beam pulls the God of Luck to the throne room, and he is surrounded by the Avatars of the Visionary. The great city falls silent at the question of his vision. Mother Nosh stands, and speaks softly to Ahn.

"The Visionary sees a future without the harms brought on by the Elemental line and their dreaded progenitor. With the first creation dead, we can start ushering on this perfected realm." She pauses for a moment, and Jin clicks at her she nods, "My divine brother wishes to know, what is the name of the daughter of Zalsaram you speak of?"

[Shmee]

You are spawn of Zalasram, and are by birth my foe. If you do not wish war with my creations come before me to be assessed. You may be saved.


Kryokoli is back at the Crystalline Palace, resting and regaining her strength after her battle against Ulvin when all of a sudden the Visonary's orb makes its announcement. The goddess of Winter cared little about Zalsaram. Of what concern is a dead god to her? Even so, the ultimatum was just handed to her was clear. If she had any emotions, Kryokoli would have chuckled at the irony of the timing, for after her conquest of the First Tree, and defeating Ulvin Silverblade, she was wondering what her next achievement would be.

And the answer had presented itself. The goddess of Winter would strike down an Elder god.

[Hatter]

The Void- Ahn, The Visionary

Ahn pondered for a moment. "Her name is Ignus. Some horrible goddess of fire and light and whatnot. Now, I would question the desire to stop harm. I am a God of Luck and Disaster as you have already said! Ha! The harming part is the fun part! Please tell me you're not looking for Eternal Peace or any of that nonsense. I can't stand by that, nope."

He grinned, leaning on his wooden cane. "Now, if I can still do all that. We might have something to talk about."

Prison, Eldarond - Yue, Bobby

Bobby hesitated for a moment before stepping through, muttering something about saving her god.

[Lady Tialait]

The Visionary with his Avatars, and Ahn

Mother Nosh shakes her head, "Peace is not possible, not in any future. I have met Ignus once before, she claims she is not the daughter of Zalasram but Zalas, the creature who was the first casualty of imperfection. Other then her questionable claims, and obvious legacy what conflict have you found with this most irrelevant divinity?"

Dred Olg moves from the smoke of her throne to speak, "What does it matter? He is obviously an ally to our legacy! I don't even know why we continue this conversation, he should be out causing the downfall of the primal forces not yapping on about a vision he can not possibly comprehend. Elev, you are as always a failure!" The spider-like creature moves to banish Ahn from the Visionary, Jin moves to stop her, clilcking as he moves frustrated. Mother Nosh turns to Ahn, "I apologize for my sister's tone, we are simply asking you if you will unite if the destruction of the world is needed to usher in perfection."

[Durmatagno]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

Simdred smiles and laughs musically.

Don't say that you can make another, dummy. Otherwise I won't properly treasure it. I promise I'll give it a nice, hard and firm squeeze.

She moves towards Rosian closer than she has ever been before to the point beyond property. She hugs him and her fragance billows the dreams, ripe orange dreams brimming with so colored citrics and lush red trees form around her. Her fragance carries frutal dreams. She leans closely, the oranges leading to homely creamsicle and clove. Around her autummal stoves dreams lit cozily dilating time. Then she is even closer and her lips caress the skin on the god's cheek. The kiss does last what a summer daydream does, long enough.

That's your parting gift, Rosian.

She draws herself apart a little, like refusing to let go, but slowly her embrace unfurls parting from the dream god.

My mother's son needs me. And you need to dream. Dream big, Rosian, for me.

With that she simply starts falling as if what had kept herself standing wasn't there anymore. Whenever she is about to crash against a dream gravity swirls around her and she falls in a new direction. Like that, skimming at terminal velocity, Simdred disappears.






You are a child of the Cosmic Mother, and the foe of the Elementals. If you have betrayed your mother, you will be punished. Come before me to prove your loyalty to the cause. Otherwise, you will be considered the spawn of Zalasram for all time.


Vevoran Rosian

Rosian touches his cheek, and his cloak swirls back to black, hair following once it's complete.

"I...okay."

Clearing his throat as a strange little orb appears before him, he grabs hold of it and observes it's contents. Curious, he bundles himself in his cloak and steps forward, moving from one plane to another.

The Void Ahn, Rosian, and The Visonary

Emerging before a massive city, his face hidden in his Cloak of Stars, his eyes widen.

"Woah."

Just assuming, given what he his, The Visonary at least predicted that Rosian would exist, and sent him an orb.

[Lady Tialait]

The Visionary, Ahn, Rosian, and collected Avatars

As Rosian arrives the Visionary speaks again, "Rosian, God of Dreams, Son of Creation, your future is still to be forged. Perfection is not beyond your grasp. You have reclaimed the nightly communion from the iron fist of the spawn of Zalasram, this alone makes you an ally of mine. You have not yet betrayed your mother." The voice falls silent and Mother Nosh moves to greet Rosian blood dripping from her.

"It seems you are in the favor of our Master and Father, I am the Matron Mother Elev Nosh." her voice shaking as she greets Rosian. Fear within her.

[Durmatagno]

The Visionary, Ahn, Rosian, and collected Avatars

As Rosian arrives the Visionary speaks again, "Rosian, God of Dreams, Son of Creation, your future is still to be forged. Perfection is not beyond your grasp. You have reclaimed the nightly communion from the iron fist of the spawn of Zalasram, this alone makes you an ally of mine. You have not yet betrayed your mother." The voice falls silent and Mother Nosh moves to greet Rosian blood dripping from her.

"It seems you are in the favor of our Master and Father, I am the Matron Mother Elev Nosh." her voice shaking as she greets Rosian. Fear within her.



"Greetings all, though I must admit ignorance as to what you mean. I'm am new to this world, the quarrels of the gods, and their families are unknown to me. You say I am an ally, and I disagree on the grounds that I know to little of this world to choose anyone's side. I will not work against you, but neither can you count on my to help yet, at least, not yet. Maybe once I learn more of this world I can be counted on, but for me to make a decision, I need more information."

As he speaks, his black cloak ripples, and changes from a simple night sky, to an aurora, bright and vibrant in the sky.

[Gunhaven]

Jiki - Iu'etten
Jiki gripped the Staff once again. The Lines had become the nervous system for their grandfather, the blood and booze pumping through the dead deity that they called home. Yet the Rix Maadi, and by extension the Nox Primary, still had a job to do. With muttered phrases in a forgotten tongue tunnels were bore through the guts of their home and began to gather fears from those who had yet to feel the slight drain of the Yian-Kin.
The Roo, those forgotten subterranean Evil Sunz, were greeted with one such tunnel. Slowly they began to expand outward from their smoking island and tend to the tunnels created. When they met the Yian-Kin fear was not the first emotion but curiosity. It was many blinks since they sealed themselves off from the outside world and now they had new creatures they could blunder interactions with. A day later and they ran into their cousins from before they adjusted to the subterranean lifestyle and got caught up in the happenings while moving steadily to maintain the tunnels created by the Staff and Rix Maadi.

Or'ml, Dawn, Ignus (avatar), Leh - The Dark Grove
The tree that Leh touched saw the leaves burst into oranges and reds, the illusion of flames, as the tree touched the minds of those present. It's thought was like Hlo's yet different, more earthly compared to the tinge of flame that Hlo brought to mind. "Hlo wishes to inform that It has harbored no ill feelings toward any. It has simply desired balance to the seasonal changes We have endured for many blinks."

Grenzo - Void
Grenzo heard the message from the Vissionary and chucked it to the side. He had no desire to see someone that bad mouthed His father and implied that they were better than him. His children had fought and He knew that they would lay down their lives if the need arose. With that He touched their minds and informed those who chose to party with the Cackling Flame of the coming war and to prepare themselves.
An answer to the touch was issued in the rising of X'irmrn. On the outskirts of MIC there was a test site constructed and several Daashor and a Shaarat approached with a sphere held gingerly in their claws. They set the device up and retreated a mile away. An hour later saw all the set up come to a head as a mushroom cloud was seen from MIC and the slightest plume from the Void. The war would see a new age for those mortals who decided to fight.

Grenzo: 3; Cultist, Sin PAP
Staff of the Catacombs: The tunnels burrow to the Underplayground.

Hlo: 0; Sin PAP
Sin PAP (Do things through subordinates): Create "Marked by Hlo" template. A simple template that changes the favored class to Vitalist. It also grants the special ability to serve as a conduit for collectives, in essence adding their collective to the host's numbers and extending the range of the collective to count the tree as a focal point instead of the host. Leaves taken on the oranges and reds of fire, like an autumn day, as well!

[Ralasha]

Mysterious Lake, Eldarond- Kith, Landro

"Do not make my own mask. Seems easy enough to remember. Well then, what's the next job?"

Labyrinth of the Vanquished King, Godsfought, Reean Isles - Ulvin, Northmen

The entireity of the Labyrinth rumbles and groans as the frozen god attemps movement, with great and considerable willpower, he points a finger at the candlebra.

He forces his lips open and manages to speak a few words before simply waiting. "C-Candle....fi...re.....g...od....mortal....m..elt.. .ice."

The King of Knowledge blinks. "He speaks!" He turns his all seeing eyes towards the candelabra. "candle, fire... god... fire god? Yes, I am a mortal. So, a fire god is needed to melt the ice?" He tilts his head in confusion. "I am sorry friend, but I do not know any fire gods."

The void: Hemeliosa, The Visionary

Up from the surface of the Playground, swiftly and apon a sing wing alofts the One Winged God. Past the barrier into the void. She stops and stares at the thing before her. She waits there, staring blankly as her eyes take in the crowd of gods surrounding it. She always figured it was a thing of the goblins... turns out it's a god. How odd.

Ignus: God of Fire, More Fire! Runes, Light, Healing, Renewal, and soon to be Life.

With trepidation she comes before the visionary. She remembers this monster. Which would cause more death if given the chance than she herself could ever have done. Why had no one killed it yet? Probably because no one can. She sighs as she makes her way ever closer to the giant thing that likes to point long metal tubes.

[Lady Tialait]

The Visionary and Gathered Gods

The Great city churns and speaks, "What are your intentions children of the Gods? Would you oppose the coming perfection? Do you align with your progenitors or with some force unknown? The vision will come to pass."

[Shmee]

Under Mytea - Skreetchy, Squeaky, and Cap'n
The Aram looked up from his bomb, two steps from completion, and pondered for a moment. With a grin he said "Th' Cacklin' Flame, who left us fer th' sky above, says thar's a whole bunch 'o guns up thar." He gazed at his broken rocket and then added "Give ole Pegpatch a tick... Ye'll get up thar..." He then stumbled over to a new pile and began to slap together one of the antiqued booster rockets to get them somewhere that had a proper facility.





Bunker, Under Mytea - Skrechy, Squeaks, The Captain

"So... We are going up there then?" Squeaks points a finger up towards the Void with a nervous expression on his face. Realization kicked in and he let out a small squeak. "I need to prepare! We need rations and supplies!" He immediately hopped over to some crates, grabbed a dufflebag and started loading it up with various items, ranging from deadly looking weapons of all kinds, trap assemblies, tools, dry foods and ethanol.





Skreetch, Squeaky, Pegpatch - Under Mytea
With a bellowing laugh, Pegpatch said "Nar mateys! We goin' to MIC!" He finished the rocket with three seats and then tossed the supplies into the rocket.
He stumbled over to the bomb he made, slapped it, and began the countdown for said explosive. They'd have twenty seconds to either get out of the bunker to a better rocket or blow up with the rest of the complex. With that he hummed a cheery tune about burning down a house while drunk and hopped into the rocket, priming it to go.

Skreechy is too busy walking around back and forward while thinking and talking to himself to realize what is going on "We need to find a practical divine weapon... one that can help us dominate the world and embarrass the gods... but what? What's that ticking sound? I suppose we could steal Ignus' underwear and wear it over our faces... that would make us look very intimidating, and the gods would look like foolish fools of a fool that they are. But underwear is low on the destructive side. I wish that ticking sound would stop, its very annoying. Perhaps we can hijack one of the many suns... there are way too many of those... and either demand ransom or have nations bribe us to either use it in their favor or against their enemies. But then how shall we steer the suns? No... we would also be sitting ducks in the Void... the weapon we must steal must be transported to a secret location on the playground... ugh that ticking is so annoying... we need to find a dormant god and steal a highly destructive weapon to be used in our favor... I GOT IT! WE'LL STEAL THE SECONDARY ARRAY CANNON! AFTER ALL THE VISIONARY HAS BEEN DORMANT FOR AEONS AND WHAT THE ABYSS IS THAT TICKING NOISE?!" screams Skreechy as he turns and realizes that Pegpatch has armed the bomb "WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU FOOLISH FOOL OF A FOOL? YOU SAVED ME JUST TO BLOW ME UP? QUICK GET OUT OF THE WAY!" he screams as he jumps into the rocket "QUICK! TAKE US TO THE VOID! WE ARE GOING TO STEAL OURSELVES A CANNON!"

Of course Skreechy couldn't know that the Visionary had just reactivated itself... but hey... one can expect certain hiccups during a heist.

[MetaKnightFan]

Kealoharen & Zermanion - Dawnwatch, Solar's Peak Mountains

Zermanion let Kealoharen's words get to him, tough though his armor was. With a sigh, the Bringer of Shape lowered himself, then springing into a mighty jump, flying high over the landscape and over to the Dark Grove.


The Dark Grove - Zermanion, Hlo, Dawn, Ignus (avatar), Leh

Dawn looked to Ignus with hesitance, she wasn't liking the avatar's incriminating tone. But the situation wasn't one easily solved by fighting. She was the one deity that hadn't struck...yet. So Dawn had no idea what she was standing near to...

And in good timing, Zermanion comes to land upon the Grove, having kept an eye on the world through Dawn's own. "Dawn, that is quite enough. You have done well initially, but this has to stop now."

The solar looks at Zermanion, confused at the presence of so many near her now, her father included. "...I only did what I was asked. I was getting rid of those that hurt your children, father."

"Striking back on equal ground is one thing. The other is to fight the meek. You are a spark of divine power now, your steel is stronger than most. Use it sparingly, and wisely." The god then directed himself to Ignus and Leh. "My people need only a place to settle. The borderlands with an empire we fought so much with is no haven for them. The scars of war have gone deep into their hearts. Perhaps a bit into my own as well. So long as the inhabitants can share this place, I shall see to it that my kind no longer threatens them. Moreso than that, we will guard this grove and its citizens." His gaze was stern as he looked to Dawn. "I expect that we won't have the displeasure of offending so many deities at once for a reckless act. But forgive her, and myself. I am of relative youth, my steel recently forged, my child even more so. I am simply hammering out the dents to make sure that we are well settled in this land."


The Deep Void- Yhrzallus, Ask

As Ask came far into the Void, it became evident the reason for Yhrzallus' absence. A colossal, Onyx-colored celestial body floated there in the void, seemingly moving. It was enveloped by a fell green aura of fire and magic. Standing atop this land was Yhrzallus, the surrounding area around him heavily influenced with magic. Sometimes figures came by and left this zone of existence, being there but not quite there at the same time. Was it a blueprint of a world? A dead star? It was doubtful. The only certainty was that it moved through the void, steadily but surely.

Upon being called, the Madgod looked to the one seeking him. "Am I required? I may be essential in some form, but in other ways I'm outright useless. But Eucle. Eucle has always had uses and plots and ideas, should be no different unless it suddenly was. Will he always be? Perhaps, perhaps..."

He then approached Ask. "I will go...for now. And we will see what happens or doesn't." And with that Yhrzallus waited to be led to Eucle.


Plane: The Deepest Reaches
A plane of Magic and Madness created by Yhrzallus. It may be accessed by going too far into the void. 99% of the plane consists of a vast, yawning chasm filled with magical energies.

Physical Traits
Gravity: Objective Directional Gravity
(Towards the landmass when in the physical part of it, completely erratic and dependent on the amount of magic concentration in its abyssal parts)

Time: Erratic Time
(Time flows randomly compared to the Playground)

Size: Infinite
(Landmass is very, very large, yet only a speck in an infinite chasm of magic)

Morphic Traits: Alterable Morphic (Landmass) Magically Morphic (Chasm), Sentient (Entire Plane)
(Use of any and all magic in the Chasm is extremely chaotic and undesirable by no less than the most skilled mortals. DC 30 Concentration check required for all spells)
(As another note, the Plane seems self aware, as it lives and breathes magic, and reacts to magic cast in the Playground by reflecting it somewhere within its infinite chasm. More often than not, it tries to drain magic from those passing through it, hence the DC 30 Concentration check)

No Particular Dominant Energy Trait

Mildly Aligned (Chaotic)

Magic Traits: Enhanced Magic; Wild Magic/Dead Magic
*(The Chasm reacts to its visitors. Many consecutive failures in passing the check make it enclose an entire sector of its magical space with Wild Magic (Though removing the DC 30 check), while fumbling while in the chasm causes it to collapse in its own infinity, breaking all near floes of magic and rendering an area of the chasm a place of Dead Magic)


Land: Massive Onyx Celestial Body
No breathable atmosphere
Manifest Zone: Deepest Reaches (Chasm Region)
(See the Chasm effects to know how magic casting is altered within this celestial body)

Yhrzallus
7 AP

1 Sin Pantheon AP
1 Moon Pantheon AP
1 Cult Pantheon AP
1 Chaos Pantheon AP

1 Spire of Change Charge
0 ??? (Pestilence) Charges

Active Nourishments/Pestilences
Reincarnation (All souls reincarnate - 1 AP Nourishment)
Worship the World (The abandoned people of the world subconsciously worship Zalsaram in secret - 1 AP Pestilence)
Proud Return (1 AP Nourishment: All souls of Yhrzallus's servants and those punished by him have been claimed as his property, removing Kyre's claim from them even further)
Shatter the Bonds (1 AP Nourishment: Souls once claimed by Kyre are now free, in name of neutrality and the free will of mortals and gods, going to where it's most logical for them to, or returning as undead, haunts or being stored in phylacteries.)
Empower The World (1 AP Nourishment: Some souls, those more aligned with Elemental powers are now going to the Belly of the Beast instead of Erebus, in order to further
the World's revival.)
newDark Omen (Mortals blessed with oracle-like powers sense a terrible omen, but the details are hazy - 1 AP pestilence)
newPeace in the Land of the Deluded (A strong sanctuary effect is in action in Ithilbar. Mortals from outside Ithilbar suffer from its effects)

Soul Claims
Yhrzallus' claim on the souls of the Mad = 2 (1 from Shatter the Bonds + 1 from Proud Return)
Elemental aligned souls = 2 (1 from Shatter the Bonds + 1 from Empower The World)
Souls in general = 1 (from Shatter the Bonds)

Zermanion
0 AP

1 Pantheon of Goodly Protection AP

0 Brutal Warhammer Charge

[Hatter]

The Void - Ahn, The Visionart, Rosian, Ignus?
"If needed? Ha! I have been spreading disease and calamity throughout this whole time!" said Ahn, his form shifting into that of an old man draped in ragged robes with rotten hands and feet. He twirled his cane around a bit before shifting into his gnome like form. "I have been hard at work, yes indeed! Yup! I may just work with you but there's no real guarantee. I wont be the one trying to stop you, that's almost for sure but to join you.. what's in it for the Disaster Thumb?"

He leaned on his cane, eyeing Matron Nosh with apparent curiosity as he shifts again into that of a blue humanoid rat in an acid green suit and top-hat.

[Ralasha]

The Dark Grove - Zermanion, Hlo, Dawn, Ignus (avatar), Leh

Dawn looked to Ignus with hesitance, she wasn't liking the avatar's incriminating tone. But the situation wasn't one easily solved by fighting. She was the one deity that hadn't struck...yet. So Dawn had no idea what she was standing near to...

And in good timing, Zermanion comes to land upon the Grove, having kept an eye on the world through Dawn's own. "Dawn, that is quite enough. You have done well initially, but this has to stop now."

The solar looks at Zermanion, confused at the presence of so many near her now, her father included. "...I only did what I was asked. I was getting rid of those that hurt your children, father."

"Striking back on equal ground is one thing. The other is to fight the meek. You are a spark of divine power now, your steel is stronger than most. Use it sparingly, and wisely." The god then directed himself to Ignus and Leh. "My people need only a place to settle. The borderlands with an empire we fought so much with is no haven for them. The scars of war have gone deep into their hearts. Perhaps a bit into my own as well. So long as the inhabitants can share this place, I shall see to it that my kind no longer threatens them. Moreso than that, we will guard this grove and its citizens." His gaze was stern as he looked to Dawn. "I expect that we won't have the displeasure of offending so many deities at once for a reckless act. But forgive her, and myself. I am of relative youth, my steel recently forged, my child even more so. I am simply hammering out the dents to make sure that we are well settled in this land."

"If it is peace you seek, I have created another Playground. Though few know of it's existence. In the Burning Lands in the Temple of Light, the First Temple, across from the entrance, past the First Forge lies a portal. Through this portal you will find The Planes of Fire. Be not tricked by their name. The first layer into which the Portal leads is as this world was towards the beginning... so very long ago. Before even Purity."

She sighs, a sound heavy with sentiment. "Animals, plants, birds, fish, insects... Few of the dangers here. Some of them, if minor, to keep a sense of unity among the inhabitants against those forces. Unity is important after all. Fractures in a society can cause more issues than a plague."

[Zelphas]

"To lose a part of myself, or my entirety is not a choice. I stood no chance against him, I had attempted to keep him out of my mind, I could not. Would you choose to lose a limb, or everything you are? Can that be considered a choice?"

She waves a hand, a heat haze forms, in it a section of the memory replays, she pointedly avoids watching the images play out.

"I can make it all go away. I can devour your dreams and memories. Make you forget. You won't fight anymore because you won't have a reason to. I will painlessly take your pain. I won't like that. It might lessen you. I'm not such a good surgeon as to remove only the bad, and I'll need to take it all out."

He puts all his weight in his staff as if this is tiring.

"Alternatively I can defang you. Your sword doesn't belong to you, it was not yours to claim. Your hammer no longer belongs to you, it was a tool of creation and you smeared it with blood making it a weapon of war. Give them to me, I'll keep them as a memento of this meeting. I won't use them as long as you don't brawl. And if you can prove to me that hate is past you I'll return them."

He stands there as tall as he is and hits the ground with his stone alitting the dream with golden light casting all shadows away.

"I'll give you a moment to decide. What is it going to be your fangs or your reason to bare them?"

The heat-haze rendered memory fades. "Instead of attacking him now that I am strong enough to defeat him, I have attempted a peaceful resolution. I merely desire the return of that part of me, without it I am less, as you would be without the ability to communicate. I contend that my current behavior is proof that I have met his requirement. I was... quite mad at the time. I am mostly back in my right mind now. I came into existance with that hammer, it is as much a part of my being as my eyes, hands, feet, head, legs, body, it is a part of my essence. I need it returned." She takes a calming breath as she begins to shake subtly.

Kethneciel nodded once in understanding. "I see, thou believest that thy deal with Eucle is complete. I was misinformed by thy wording; this is not a theft, but contract negotiation." The Implacable Judge pondered for a moment, and then nodded again. "Very well. Either remain here or accompany me; I shall go to Eucle personally and explain--"

Then the Visionary sent out news of its awakening to the gods. Kethneciel listened with rapt attention, his entire form still as stone. "I...must go to my sire," Kethneciel said at last. For just a moment, to Ignus, his monotone voice sounded...troubled. "Worry not, for I shall not shirk my duty to thee. My representative shall find him, as I go." With that, Kethneciel vanishes into the Void.

Gathered Gods, The Visionary--The Void

Kethneciel walks out of the Void to the gathered assembly of gods, nodding to those he has met before. He inclines his head deeply to the Visionary, saying hollowly, "Sire."

When the Visionary asks its questions, Kethneciel considers for a long moment before speaking. "I serve the Law, as thou made me to do, sire. If that aligns with thy Vision...then I am in alignment with thee."


Rix Maadi Scout Division #734 - Axia
The Aram seemed unmoved by the delay. He had been alive for almost forty years and knew Grenzo would claim his soul soon, hopefully to become of the Orange or Yellow Khaadi. He listened to the rules with detached interest and replied "One Eldarond Station. We will need another copy of your missive so that we insure proper transactions." He signed the agreement then withdrew an equally large missive. With pen in hand he began to write down services in neat, precise script.
He handed the script over, easily twenty pages long, of services offered by their trade partners that met the laws of Axia. For his part he said "We Rix Maadi have no need for that which we trade. We exist for the connections made and to insure that every one of our trade partners possess the choices allowed by their laws and customs. If your search reveals gaps in our services then we will gladly accept them in exchange for those on our list." Even as they discussed the chosen three other members set up the station and added a new customs office near the Eldarond and Mytea offices. To help facilitate the lawful nature the three demand a consolidated list of universally banned products was created with further restrictions as needed.

Thyst seems surprised and pleased at the answering documentation from the Rix Maadi. He smiles, handing the documentation to an aide, snapping his fingers for another aid to come forward with a second copy of the manuscript. "It shall be a pleasure transacting business with the Rix Maadi."

Axia--After Ulvin's Plea

The humans and Axiomatic humans living in Axia heard Ulvin's plea and immediately acted. Within an hour, the head of the Axiomatic Human Concerns division had entered an official plea for the formation of a division of volunteers to save the son of Kethneciel. Within two hours, the documentation was upon Larut III's desk. Within three hours, the division was approved.

The next day, a ship set sail for the great blizzard to the north. Besides a skeleton crew of sailors, the ship held twenty Axiomatic Human Paladins--the first of the Ulvinguard.

Kahla--The Spawning Pool, Craast Dominus

Kahla wasn't certain why the Winter goddess hadn't come for her people yet, but she was sure it would come soon. And then the Visionary's proclamation came.

The Brood-mother shook her head. She could not protect her brood from all that was arraying against them. Not on this Playground. Sighing, she made a different choice.

"Children, I must leave you now, for a time," She said to the gathered Craast before her. "I will bring only a small amount of you with me, to keep the Brood safe. I pray that it will not be necessary for me to do this, but I fear it must be done. I will grow stronger, and then return." Sighing once more, Kahla gathered together ten percent of the Unchanged Craast, fifteen percent of the Brutes, Twenty percent of the Makers, Thirty percent of the Hunters, and fifty percent of the Earth-Singers, drawing them into the Spawning Pool. Then she sunk into the pool herself. Slowly, the golden colors of Kahl faded from the pool, leaving only Kahla's last words to her brood. I will grow stronger, and then we will return.

Kethneciel
2 AP, 1 PAP

-2 AP: Create Organization (The Ulvinguard). Twenty Axiomatic Human Paladins are sent annually from Axia to Godsfought, hoping that one of them will be able to free Ulvin from his prison. It is rare for any to return; it is even rarer for survivors to return sane. Prestige Class: Grey Guard, from 3.5 Complete Scoundrel.

1 PAP Remaining

Kahla
1 AP

-1 AP: Lock Plane. Kahla, along with a percentage of her brood, are now locked in the Craast afterlife, Kahl.

0 AP Remaining

[Rainshine]

Open Ocean

In the south of the world, on each side of the playground, as it was known, a peak arose from beneath the waves. Any who had been around to hear it had also heard the quaking and bubbling as the earth itself split open, and the peak came out. Those who had an ear for the waves and the stories they told would have finished their meals long prior and vacated the area, for the peak was but the start of an onrush. Earth and sea churned as peak after peak speared up from the waves, stretching up to the skies in a titanic, misshapen ring. Then the land between them rose up, sloughing off water that drained through a vast arch, until the entire thing was some vast island. The mountains formed an unbroken cliffside to the oceans, that reached to the sky like a creature stretching. Sheer rock would greet any who came by ship. Within the ring was a different matter. The mountains rushed down again from their sky-kissed heights, and as they went down, things turned green. Land that had once been the domain of beneath the waves was raised up and filled with the color and the signs of life. First the small grasses and bushes taking hold, then saplings growing to trees, the trees shading other saplings before dying, and the new saplings becoming tyrants. The song of life was swift and heady in these places. The islands were not twins of each other, but obvious siblings, overgrown in massive jungles hidden behind fiercesome cliffs. Here and there, the jungles parted and gave way, stone shifting to allow the passage of water that sprung forth in great torrents, rushing by and forming great rivers that raced through the lands. The rivers all joined up into a growing depression in the land, an inland lake that was roughly in the center of the island. Closer to the coast, a hollow began working its way down, down, into a tunneling labyrinth that emerged deep beneath the waves on the mountain’s flank, and water began to fill upwards, a small salty basin. The land was beginning to settle down as the basin continued to fill. These sibling islands would have a number of names, beginning with the Zaudēja Salas; later they would pick up the name of As Ilhas Verdes and Viridi Insulis -- the upper and lower Green Isles.
And deep from those jungle forests came a roar, not before heard on this plane.



Trenco

They talked for a while, he and Breiag and Neacht. About life, about trading and fabrics and sewing. And about their children. How Cairpe hadn’t been apprenticed yet, because they weren’t sure what to put him to. That was part of the reason they were journeying up north -- there was an uncle up this way that they were going to meet, who did some smith work, in hopes the boy would take to that. They knew, intellectually, what Trenco did, and he explained further. His life was more than just a road life, or the life of any bard; his was a constant seeking after the next horizon, the next song, the next story. Breiag and Neacht… they loved their children, that much was plain, but they also sought the future and the world for them. If this was their son’s place and their son’s heart, then so it would be, and woe on that which obstructed. By the time that they effected the repairs on the wagon, they were ready to let Trenco make the offer.

Next he sat down with both Cairpe and Deirdre to talk about what he did. They were quick children, and understood why he was having the conversation with them. Deirdre had many questions before she’d allow -- her own words -- her brother to go. Cairpe was much more assured about the whole thing, it seemed; or just had a quieter personality. Both. Trenco had him recite a story of Cairpe’s own choice: he told the story of the Wandjina, the mouthless creators of the world. As Trenco sat and listened, he heard not just the story, but the way Cairpe spoke and told. He was not flashy or busy when he told the story, as many children were. His technique and emphasis was off in parts, but much of that was experience. Cairpe had something else: a confidence and honesty that came through in his words, and an underlying beat to the story that was near impossible to teach.

Then there was the matter of his story choice. Trenco had heard that story but twice, the first time from a human hermit with skin like the dirt, who spoke of a land that none had ever seen and a dreaming creation. The boy -- no, young man -- knew things he had no place knowing. If for no other reason, they must speak at length about that.

Eve fell upon them and they ate together, a hearty meal that all hands provided and aided with, as was custom. The music came afterwards; listening to Neacht sing, he heard where Cairpe had the choicest part of his voice from. Her notes twined upwards in harmony with her husband’s more gruff, untrained voice as they spent one last night as a family.


AP 13 - 2 (Create Land: Zaudēja Salas ) - 2 (Create Populace: Dinosaurs) - 1 (Pestilence: Maze of the Isles) - 0 (Nourishment: Resilience of the Isles) = 8

Just getting to the islands is an extreme challenge. Ocean and winds currents turn the unwanted aside, memory loss affects travelers in the area and those who leave, freak storms arise, and that is without considering the difficulty of the native terrain.
In addition, the islands themselves are resilient. The tree canopy is remarkably good at putting out its own fires, the stone of the cliffs resistant to any attempts to carve up or through it, and then there’s the natives...

[Hatter]

Labyrinth of the Vanquished King, Godsfought, Reean Isles - Ulvin, Northmen

For a good long moment, Ulvin remained quiet before the rumbling resumed, all of his divine might fighting againt the ice and he finally succeeded in turning his head to face the King of Knowledge. The Labyrinth rumbled again and Ulvin parted his lips "Ig...nus..."

The King Knight remained staring at the King of Knowledge before finally moving his head back to stare at the candlebra with one final rumble. He remained quiet as he linked his mind with Humanity and onserved their Courageous efforts, such as those performed by the Ulvinguard and even the Lawless but Courageous efforts of a human woman who escaped prison with moongrels of all things. A smile crossed his frozen face and he felt pride in his chosen people bloom within his heart.

Bunker, Under Mytea - Skreechy, Squeaks, The Captain

Refusing to be left behind, Squeaks also jumped on the rocket with a great bit of fear and a resounding squeak.

Murkdeep, Reean Isles - Rix Maadi
The Rix Maadi quickly learn that there is no fixed leadership within the port city. There is no Council, Mayore, King or anything of that nature. Instead, the city is ran through pire Chaos, fueled by pirate lords, merchant princes, crime bosses and even cult leaders.

The Rix Maadi were free to trade without having to enter into a contract of any kind with anybody as long as they could find places to hawk their wares.

Mysterious Lake, Eldarond - Kith, Landro

"My memories? I have my memories." said Kith, staring at the gold-masked goblin with some confusion in his features. This fellow was starting to make him nervous and Kith certainly didn't like the feeling.

[Ralasha]

Labyrinth of the Vanquished King, Godsfought, Reean Isles - Ulvin, Northmen

For a good long moment, Ulvin remained quiet before the rumbling resumed, all of his divine might fighting againt the ice and he finally succeeded in turning his head to face the King of Knowledge. The Labyrinth rumbled again and Ulvin parted his lips "Ig...nus..."

The King Knight remained staring at the King of Knowledge before finally moving his head back to stare at the candlebra with one final rumble. He remained quiet as he linked his mind with Humanity and onserved their Courageous efforts, such as those performed by the Ulvinguard and even the Lawless but Courageous efforts of a human woman who escaped prison with moongrels of all things. A smile crossed his frozen face and he felt pride in his chosen people bloom within his heart.

"What's this then? Ig Nus... Ig Nus... Well, We shall endeavor I suppose, to find this... Ig Nus. Assuming we can manage to escape from here." He turns claps his hands. "Let us go! See if we can find this Ig Nus, and bring them here!" He and the other men make their way from the room. Shortly later yet more screaming clashing of metal on stone and thunderous poundings are heard. More music and laughter echoes down the halls back into the room where Ulvin is imprisoned. After what may have been many hours silence once again reigns.

Godsfought: King of Knowledge, 40 Remaining Northmen.
Some of them have begun to succumb to the illness as they clamber aboard their ship, burning the others after retrieving the supplies stowed upon them, and make their way back to their home, The Frozen North. Those men, unfortunately die at sea.

The remaining men drink to those that died! Having already mostly forgotten about where they had been, or what they were supposed to be looking for as they tossed their dead over-board in their armor, to carry their remains to the bottom of the sea.

[Gunhaven]

Pegpatch, Screechy, Squeaky - The Visionary
With a slap of the red button they were off in a short hop to MIC. Three seconds after they were clear the bunker, dragon carcass, and a good portion of the surrounding countryside blew up in a chain of explosions. Once within the complex it was a matter of quickly requisitioning a proper rocket to reach the Visionary and then they were on their way. The cabin was pressurized, the trip easy after the initial launch, and before they knew it the city of the future loomed in the view ports.

Rix Maadi Scout Division #783 - Murkdeep
With a cackle the Rix Maadi burst from the ground and set up the standard station. From this starting point they spread like wildfire offering free booze with every transaction and accepting only favors since they had more need for allies than material goods. Before they knew it the pirate captains were owing them enough favors that they could be considered a branch of the eager little explorers. Goods to be given to those that had yet to enjoy the grace of the Rix Maadi were handed out to the captains to give to others...or sell, or use, or somehow change into something illegal. The Rix Maadi honestly didn't care what happened with what they traded, just that the community grew.

[Lady Tialait]

The Gathered Gods, The Visionary

The voice of the Visionary once again echos throughout the city, "We have useful visitors. They shall be the judge of all of you." The Visionary grabs the goblins from there location and tosses them on the ground near the gathered Gods. "You three, judge who is worthy and who is not."

[Hatter]

The Gathered Gods - Ahn, Squeaks

Squeaks hit the ground with a high-pitched Squeak. His little eyes darted around, taking in the sights of everything and everyone around him. He heard the Visionary's order but quite frankly, it was all a bit too much to handle. It was so much that in a fit of muttering, squeaking and whining, he ended up soiling his loincloth with foul smelling urine.

That's when he noticed the evershifting deity with a wooden cane who still stood awaiting an answer, looking a tad bit irritated, truth be told but Squeaks recognized him almost immediately as the god now shifted into a great big fat goblin in silky black robes and way too much jewelry. Squeaks made a run for it, immediately darting for the god's robes and hiding within. Ahn looked down and chuckled. "Hello, Squeaks, Skreechy and Captain Hookhat." Ahn addressed the goblins. Their souls belonged to the Goblin Pantheon, even though they seeked to challenge the gods this day and Ahn certainly loved them.

[Lady Tialait]

The Gathered Gods, the Visionary

Mother Nosh finally gets to speak to Ahn answering his last question, "What is in it for you? Well, at the moment, nothing at all. At the moment we will all be judged by the Visionary's standards, apparently even me."

The Visionary shakes as his Avatars are thrown from the thrones circling the collected Gods and Goblins, his avatars and the frozen dwarf unseated. "There are Five Thrones, these pathetic creatures will choose who sits upon them. Those who sit upon the thrones in the City of Wonders will be the heralds of my Perfection, be they mortal or God. There will be no discourse with the choices of the Goblins. Those who have chosen not to arrive will not be allowed to argue their point, but when they arrive before the choice is made and before the final seat is chosen they may petition for it."

Dred Olg picks her massive spider-like form up "My master? What will happen if we are not granted a throne?"

The Visionary remains silent to the question.

[Hatter]

Gathered Gods- Ahn, Squeaks

Squeaks pokes his head out from under Ahn's robes, petting the hem of those robes ever so lovingly like they were the mostpescious thing in the world even as they changed into long draping chainmail and Ahn into some strange cross between a humanoid lion and a centipede. Ahn,s thousand legs wrapped around Squeaks, moving in slow circles before the goblin spoke up, ever so softly. "Squeaks always liked Ahn. Teaches us to hide and wait to take what is ours. Dont like Kethniciel...nonono...no fun at all...he dont like goblin fun.... Squeaks don't know the dream god he ugly as ugly get but thinks he aight...but squeaks dont know. Squeaks likes the bleeding lady too. She a pretty one." He eyes Matron Nosh from behind one of Ahn's many centepede legs. The goblin blushed at the sight of his new crush.

[Durmatagno]

Gathered Gods- Ahn, Squeaks

Squeaks pokes his head out from under Ahn's robes, petting the hem of those robes ever so lovingly like they were the mostpescious thing in the world even as they changed into long draping chainmail and Ahn into some strange cross between a humanoid lion and a centipede. Ahn,s thousand legs wrapped around Squeaks, moving in slow circles before the goblin spoke up, ever so softly. "Squeaks always liked Ahn. Teaches us to hide and wait to take what is ours. Dont like Kethniciel...nonono...no fun at all...he dont like goblin fun.... Squeaks don't know the dream god he ugly as ugly get but thinks he aight...but squeaks dont know. Squeaks likes the bleeding lady too. She a pretty one." He eyes Matron Nosh from behind one of Ahn's many centepede legs. The goblin blushed at the sight of his new crush.
The Void Rosian, and so many others I've lost track of names.

"Maybe not by your standards, but I'm not that bad of a guy."



Rosian said, letting his cloak ripple to white, it wasn't called Human Works, but Mortal Works, surely some images of Goblins, and their stuff would filter across it eventually. He liked the black cloak (and hair) a little more, but the white was another side of the same coin, figuratively speaking.

"Besides, it's not like I dislike Goblins. The few dreams I've seen from you guys have been great fun, though I must admit that I have spent most of my time alive so far talking instead of watching dreams."

[Shmee]

Gathered Gods- Ahn, Squeaks

Squeaks pokes his head out from under Ahn's robes, petting the hem of those robes ever so lovingly like they were the mostpescious thing in the world even as they changed into long draping chainmail and Ahn into some strange cross between a humanoid lion and a centipede. Ahn,s thousand legs wrapped around Squeaks, moving in slow circles before the goblin spoke up, ever so softly. "Squeaks always liked Ahn. Teaches us to hide and wait to take what is ours. Dont like Kethniciel...nonono...no fun at all...he dont like goblin fun.... Squeaks don't know the dream god he ugly as ugly get but thinks he aight...but squeaks dont know. Squeaks likes the bleeding lady too. She a pretty one." He eyes Matron Nosh from behind one of Ahn's many centepede legs. The goblin blushed at the sight of his new crush.

Skreechy gnaws at his lips in sheer frustration. Just when he everything was going according to plan, the Visonary would throw an obstacle into his plan. Of course the ancient god who was inactiated for aeons would choose to reactivate the moment that Skreechy would attempt to steal its weapon.

Still, an opportunity arose. Shoving Squeaks out of the way he screams "OUT OF MY WAY PEONS! IF THE GODS NEEDS TO BE JUDGED, THEN BY THE RULES OF LEADERSHIP... which I just made up... I SHALL BE JUDGING THE FATE OF THE INSIGNIFICANT GODLINGS! You two... go see if... my package... has been picked up" he says giving some obvious winks to the other Goblins, realizing that an opportunity for a diversion had presented itself while the other two pull of the theft. "WHILE I DETERMINE THE FATE OF THESE GODLINGS WHOSE FATE HAS BEEN LEFT TO MY MERCY... you get what I mean by 'my package'... MY JUDGMENT SHALL BE LEDGENDARY!"

"NOW THEN BEFORE I RENDER JUDGMENT... for the sake of fairness, I must inform you that I am very bribe-able." he says holding out his dirty hand towards the gods "COMMON! Start giving till it hurts..."

[Durmatagno]

Skreechy gnaws at his lips in sheer frustration. Just when he everything was going according to plan, the Visonary would throw an obstacle into his plan. Of course the ancient god who was inactiated for aeons would choose to reactivate the moment that Skreechy would attempt to steal its weapon.

Still, an opportunity arose. Shoving Squeaks out of the way he screams "OUT OF MY WAY PEONS! IF THE GODS NEEDS TO BE JUDGED, THEN BY THE RULES OF LEADERSHIP... which I just made up... I SHALL BE JUDGING THE FATE OF THE INSIGNIFICANT GODLINGS! You two... go see if... my package... has been picked up" he says giving some obvious winks to the other Goblins, realizing that an opportunity for a diversion had presented itself while the other two pull of the theft. "WHILE I DETERMINE THE FATE OF THESE GODLINGS WHOSE FATE HAS BEEN LEFT TO MY MERCY... you get what I mean by 'my package'... MY JUDGMENT SHALL BE LEDGENDARY!"

"NOW THEN BEFORE I RENDER JUDGMENT... for the sake of fairness, I must inform you that I am very bribe-able." he says holding out his dirty hand towards the gods "COMMON! Start giving till it hurts..."

Chuckling lightly, Rosian eyed the little Goblin.

Oh? Give till it hurts huh? Hurts who exactly? I'll tell you what."

Rosian said as he held out two hands, one held an orb of darkness, the other an orb of light.

"I'll let you choose your own gift, but if you choose wrong, I can't promise that that you'll like the gift as much as you like."

[Hatter]

Skreechy gnaws at his lips in sheer frustration. Just when he everything was going according to plan, the Visonary would throw an obstacle into his plan. Of course the ancient god who was inactiated for aeons would choose to reactivate the moment that Skreechy would attempt to steal its weapon.

Still, an opportunity arose. Shoving Squeaks out of the way he screams "OUT OF MY WAY PEONS! IF THE GODS NEEDS TO BE JUDGED, THEN BY THE RULES OF LEADERSHIP... which I just made up... I SHALL BE JUDGING THE FATE OF THE INSIGNIFICANT GODLINGS! You two... go see if... my package... has been picked up" he says giving some obvious winks to the other Goblins, realizing that an opportunity for a diversion had presented itself while the other two pull of the theft. "WHILE I DETERMINE THE FATE OF THESE GODLINGS WHOSE FATE HAS BEEN LEFT TO MY MERCY... you get what I mean by 'my package'... MY JUDGMENT SHALL BE LEDGENDARY!"

"NOW THEN BEFORE I RENDER JUDGMENT... for the sake of fairness, I must inform you that I am very bribe-able." he says holding out his dirty hand towards the gods "COMMON! Start giving till it hurts..."


Squeaks immediately jumps with a high-pitched squeak, attempting to adjust his askewed helmet before grabbing the Captain by his arm to lead him to the supposed package.

Ahn on the otherhand at first chuckled at the goblin antics before bursting into mad laughter. Barely able to contain himself as he shifted into a cloud of stardust. A single tendril of stardust moved forward and placed a small bottle in Skreechy's open palm. "I like you! Here! Have a bottle of Typhus! Mind you, dont drop it or you will surely die! Ha!"

[thethird]

The Omen Tower - Ur

When Ur woke up he tried to scream. He wasn't Clo! He wasn't! But he couldn't for he had no mouth. Skin had extended over his face, turning it into a mannequin's mask, only his deep blue eyes reacognizable features on the smooth surface. Considering his situation he did what he could. He opened his eyes, furiously.

A woman, the most beautiful creature the moongrel had seen, approached him. She was perfect, gorgeous, the perfect mixture between the virginal beauty of saints and the sinful promises from the deepest red. She raised a hand to him and stroke his chin, intimately, like a long time lover reouncented at last.

"Hush, darling. You are dreaming."

He realized that it was all a nightmare a nightmare. He still had his mouth. His mouth! He could breath. It felt good to take air in. To leave it out. He bit his lips, enjoying the pain the note of pain that he felt for a moment.

The woman in front of him caresses his skin, going lower, her hand on his neck, his collarbone, his chest, his... Oh... She ran her finger against his lower abdomen and for a moment he feels a wet cutting pain. A voice, keeps saying that this isn't real. But he choses to ignore it. He woke up from the nightmare. This isn't a dream.

He raised his hand, his fleshy real imperfect hand. To the womans body, drawing her closer. Embracing her against his body, feeling her warmth. Then she pulled him to the velveted bed covered in rose petals and his temors were forgotten.

The Dark Grove - Or'ml, Dawn, Ignus (avatar), Leh

Leh nods at Hlo's words. He can get behind that. And more importantly he can see his aita getting behind those words.

"A noble sentiment. Still... Father wonders what do you wish to do with the Visionary's beaconing call. Do you wish to answer? To stand aside and probably be put against. Or to stand directly against?"

The Omen Tower - Ur, Mal, Abeslaris, Aidees

The old moongrel stooped over his long staff bearing the traditional symbol of the prosperity god. His grip was firm, even in his remaining organic hand. The other three were trustable wraithwood, two were close to his chest linked in a satisfactory gesture another holding a long stylized pipe, rusty smoke trailing from its end. His fourth superior limb, for he liked evenness, didn't end in a hand it was a cannon a weapon made for war. He was garbed in full deep blue livery, the mech's goddess color, and over it a wraithwood machinery collection along with a dreaming skeleton's upper torso which was perched over him like a bird of prey. The skull and his cloak that didn't move when he did gave him an eerie appearence more akin to a death god than a mortal.

By his side there stood two human sized female shaped constructs. They are made of wood, one full piece that appears to flow with movement and life. The singers song has been of much value to the Tresla, enabling them to create more than they could have done otherwise. The first tree gift isn't wasted. No, not at all.

Others scurry through the room. Tresla phisicians and mechanics, engineers and magicians, singers and binders.

Watching the blue robed moongrel tend to the rooms centerpiece is enlightening. Operation commences and organs are inserted, enhanced, or replaced. The young warriors flesh is cut and dug while the dreams keep him afar. Psionic powers keep him alive as his body is little by little changed. Blood runs through the room, wet gore dirtying tidy blue robes.

When he is almost ready three things are put in.

The first was the most sacred. A small rock chirp. Barely a nibble. But it held power. It was a piece of many. Chirped away from what lied at the moon's center.

The second was also sacred. A seed. A black unassuming seed. Grown from a Bahosian tree.

The third was revered. Wraithwood bark carefully peeled from trees that only existed on dreams.

The stone was buried where the chest connected to the neck, the seed planted on his lower abdomen, finally he was encased with the bark.

The mortal that had been Ur, would never wake. The boy was no more. Perhaps, if he was lucky, something far greater would awaken on his place. Many did not. Barely six in ten. Mal knew that those were the best chances they would get.

The Deep Void- Yhrzallus, Ask

"That's... beautiful. I'm sorry for interrupting uncle. But your Elder is making father nervous, and you know how untreatable father can get when he feels threatened. He wants to know what to do with him, and needs counsel."

The avatar closes to Yhrzallus and confides with him in a whisper.

"And he misses you, even if he won't admit it."

Ask wanders for a moment observing the obsidian space with curiosity beyond wisdom and then starts walking towards the moon.

"So... Uncle, haven't introduced myself, have I? That's rude, I guess. I'm Ask, Eucle's youngest and dearest girl."

The Omen Tower - Sergeant Goos, Yue, Bobby, Mal, Ur

Yue leds the way into the tower quarters and she studies the space for a moment too long, Bobby almost bumping onto her. She is observant. She had expected to be taken to the moon, not the tower. She hadn't ever been phisically at the tower. But this was certainly it. The stones were dark and colod under her feet. As if they were still wet despite being far up from the sea. There was also a perpetual oily distortion, Mezzethera's mark still a memory on the place.

As Sergeant Goos followed, and closed the way, a door opened. From it entered what Yue could barely think as a Moongrel. It stood on many limbs, calling them legs was a stretch some folding the wrong way, made out of wraithwood it wore a deep blue robe that didn't help make him any less eerie. Three of his upper appendages, one had certainly been an arm at some point, were mechanical. One ended on the biggest gun the Moongrel had ever seen, another could be counted as a hand if hands had nine fingers with four articulations each, two did actually resemble moongrel hands just made of wraithwood. The fourth, the one that was still an arm, was unhealthily pale and grasped with unthinkable strength a staff bearing Eucle's sigil. Its face was also mechanical with blue lenses and hood hiding any flesh that might remain. Above the hooded figure a metallic skeleton was held in place by wraithwood straps.

The other being that entered was even stranger. He had been a Moongrel, at some point. But his change wasn't as overt as the hunched priest. He was handsomely perfect. Garbed in a fine wraithwood and rust dragon quitin armor that gave his body a lithe insectoid appearance. That wasn't the worst. Nor was his demonic like helmet under his arm. Nor the twin wraithwood guns that pulsated with life on his waist. No, what spooked her the most were his golden eyes.

Mysterious Lake, Eldarond - Kith, Landro

Landro jumps, flips and stands on one arm.

"No, no! It doesn't consist on you having the memories. It consist on you not having them. See?"

He falls to the ground and bumps his head then theatratically spins it as if dazed.

"That's one way. Other's can help. That's bad. We don't want that. We don't. Do we? We don't. Don't. Do not. Yes. Yes-yes."

He gets excited and jumps.

"But Landro can teach you painless way. Master Kith won't be a fool. Promise! Only memories of this day past for golden mask. See?"

[Hatter]

The Omen Tower - Sergeant Goos, Yue, Bobby, Mal, Ur

Bobby looked absolutely perplexed at what she saw. The tattooed woman ran her hands over her clean-shaven and sweaty bald head and simply said. "Wow." as she looked at everything around her with wide eyes.

Mysterious Lake, Eldarond - Kith, Landro

"Y'know. I value my memories very highly. They are what makes me..well...me. what good is a golden mask to me?" said the Aram, yup...this creature is definitely making him nervous.

[Gunhaven]

Gathered Gods - Divinecon 15 2: The Judgening
Cap'n pondered for all of three seconds before blurting out "Skreetchy, Cap'n Hookpeg, Cackling Flame, Disaster Thumb, Mother." It should've been obvious he'd choose the three gods that look over goblinkind. He clinked away then to find the biggest boom he's ever seen to take back as a souvenir.

[thethird]

The Omen Tower - Sergeant Goos, Yue, Bobby, Mal, Ur

Yue can share the sentiment, she smiles when she hears Bobby's surprise and for a moment considers following suit. Ultimately the golden eyed moongrel spooks her too much to show surprise. Goos for his part has put back his helmet, disappearing from sight, if his mech armor can fool a god why wouldn't it kept him hidden from a mere quasideity?

At last silence was broken when Mal soke, his voice was muffled by the wooden filters but still was intelligible, even if it lacked a true humane edge.

"Warmly; Lieutenant Yue, welcome back. Inquisitively; I see you've brought guests. Homely; Guest would you like to break fast and bread, spill salt or partake in any other guest host traditions?"

Yue crosses her arms and gives a short nod at Mal's words.

"You are spooking her, Head Engineer. Drop the machine act."

"I find little fun lately, and you rob me from it. Well, anyways welcome. I gather Yue has briefed you about why you are here."

"I have not, time was pressing."

Mal scowls and shakes turning towards Bobby and looking at her while drawing closer.

"Well, I can hook her in the loop, then. Okay, by this point you should be aware that the winter goddess has kidnapped your god. While our blessed machinery doesn't necessarily like him she likes even less the kidnapper, and the chances of her being a coming target are not equal to zero. Additionally there are other cosmic events unfolding rapidly. So... Captain?"

The golden eyed moongrel steps closer, as he does his armor becomes clearer, it is a collection of quitin and living wraithwood, intertwinned and intermixed as a living organism. It appears to wrap around his body perfectly, there is no clinking nor any other issue normally associated with worn armor. Yue can't be sure that the armor hasn't been grown over the man.

"Before I, or my team, lead an expedition to wherever the god is we would like you, a believer, to pray to him. We have a close idea of the geographic location where he is held, and we expect dangers, but any information we can get before hand would help us. Can you do that for us?

Mysterious Lake, Eldarond - Kith, Landro

Landro stands motionless before spinning upon himself.

"No, no, no... Don't hurt him!"

He raises punches to the air.

"Look, a golden mask can get you out of the otherside. But you can only make it, if you are dead. That's why don't you want to make it."

He goes to his mask and pulls it out, revealing that he lacks a face, before putting it on again.

"I doubt you were less yourself yesterday than you are today. What's being asked is one day of your memories. Forget all this. I can show you how. And trust me, you won't be losing as much as I would by giving you my mask."

[Zelphas]

Skreechy gnaws at his lips in sheer frustration. Just when he everything was going according to plan, the Visonary would throw an obstacle into his plan. Of course the ancient god who was inactiated for aeons would choose to reactivate the moment that Skreechy would attempt to steal its weapon.

Still, an opportunity arose. Shoving Squeaks out of the way he screams "OUT OF MY WAY PEONS! IF THE GODS NEEDS TO BE JUDGED, THEN BY THE RULES OF LEADERSHIP... which I just made up... I SHALL BE JUDGING THE FATE OF THE INSIGNIFICANT GODLINGS! You two... go see if... my package... has been picked up" he says giving some obvious winks to the other Goblins, realizing that an opportunity for a diversion had presented itself while the other two pull of the theft. "WHILE I DETERMINE THE FATE OF THESE GODLINGS WHOSE FATE HAS BEEN LEFT TO MY MERCY... you get what I mean by 'my package'... MY JUDGMENT SHALL BE LEDGENDARY!"

"NOW THEN BEFORE I RENDER JUDGMENT... for the sake of fairness, I must inform you that I am very bribe-able." he says holding out his dirty hand towards the gods "COMMON! Start giving till it hurts..."

Kethneciel had stood still as the Visionary named the goblins judges over them. He had stood still as the first goblin whimpered cried, waiting for its judgment. But he could not stay still for this.

The Implacable Judge loomed over Skreechy. "Do not make a mockery of thy station, goblin," he rumbled, his voice expressionless and cold. "Thou hast the power to judge in this realm, but I am the God of Judgment. If thou proves thyself corrupt, unfit for thy station... I will exercise my right to remove thee. Choose, but choose without the weight of bribes or threats clouding thy judgment."

[Lady Tialait]

The Gathered Gods

Mother Nosh nodded her head at the two goblins that had named her, then turned to Skreechy, "While the mind of my father is unknowable, yours is not. You came here to steal from my Father, something he created to fight the prime elemental. You are using this appointment as a way to further some kind of goblin goal."

Dred Olg grabbed the goblin skreechy with a looming shadow by his throat. "You will appoint me upon my rightful throne, or I will kill all three of you little cretins. My nightmare engines will be spread upon your kind like a plague and Goblin-kind will be no more."

Jin sliced through the shadow that had grabbed Skreechy and clicked annoyed with the whole affair, before him a chess board appeared and on it three pieces stood each the form of one of the goblins. Five thrones appeared as well, and the Goblins peices sat upon one of each of them, two figures that didn't quite exist took the other two. The Visionary's weapon's arrays appeared on the board and seemed to heed the command of the goblins on the thrones.

Matron Nosh sees this display and gasps, "No...you don't think?"

[Shmee]

The Judgement of Skreechy




Chuckling lightly, Rosian eyed the little Goblin.

Oh? Give till it hurts huh? Hurts who exactly? I'll tell you what."

Rosian said as he held out two hands, one held an orb of darkness, the other an orb of light.

"I'll let you choose your own gift, but if you choose wrong, I can't promise that that you'll like the gift as much as you like."

The insane Goblin looks at the orbs with greed written all over his face. "Hmmm... lemme see... inei mini mini moe..." he says as he begins to make a very serious choice which would effect his life. When all of a sudden...


Kethneciel had stood still as the Visionary named the goblins judges over them. He had stood still as the first goblin whimpered cried, waiting for its judgment. But he could not stay still for this.

The Implacable Judge loomed over Skreechy. "Do not make a mockery of thy station, goblin," he rumbled, his voice expressionless and cold. "Thou hast the power to judge in this realm, but I am the God of Judgment. If thou proves thyself corrupt, unfit for thy station... I will exercise my right to remove thee. Choose, but choose without the weight of bribes or threats clouding thy judgment."

"AAAAARRRRRG! DON'T HURT ME! FINE I GET IT! NO BRIBES FROM YOU! I'LL JUDGE YOU WORTHY! NO NEED TO THREATEN ME WITH VIOLENCE!" screams Skreechy as a puddle of questionable liquid forms beneath him. He then runs behind Ahn, the only god who so far seemed willing to bribe him as he points to Kethneciel "YOU THERE! SMITE THE VIOLENT ONE! DO... what ever you gods do... AND SMITE HIM I SAY! DO IT AND I'LL ALSO JUDGE YOU WORTHY!"



The Gathered Gods

Mother Nosh nodded her head at the two goblins that had named her, then turned to Skreechy, "While the mind of my father is unknowable, yours is not. You came here to steal from my Father, something he created to fight the prime elemental. You are using this appointment as a way to further some kind of goblin goal."

Dred Olg grabbed the goblin skreechy with a looming shadow by his throat. "You will appoint me upon my rightful throne, or I will kill all three of you little cretins. My nightmare engines will be spread upon your kind like a plague and Goblin-kind will be no more."

Jin sliced through the shadow that had grabbed Skreechy and clicked annoyed with the whole affair, before him a chess board appeared and on it three pieces stood each the form of one of the goblins. Five thrones appeared as well, and the Goblins peices sat upon one of each of them, two figures that didn't quite exist took the other two. The Visionary's weapon's arrays appeared on the board and seemed to heed the command of the goblins on the thrones.

Matron Nosh sees this display and gasps, "No...you don't think?"

As Dreg Olg grabs Skreechy, the Goblin can still muster the strength to scream once more "OH NO! HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED?! YOU THERE! INSIGNIFICANT THING! RELEASE ME AND I'LL BE YOUR SLAVE!" the Goblin is released and looks at the board. "Hmmm... so let me get this straight... if I make judgement, it shall be accepted as binding, you'll then let us go intact, with what we seek, and complete control over it?"

[Toxic Mind]

Endren, First Tree

"I know why you are here, Endren who would be first of your line. You claim to want a home for your people, yet you claim kingship over these lands. If you truly wished a home, one would be given to you. Understand something, human. I am the mother of every Tree, Dryad, and Ent on this land. They are my children, and there is nothing I would not do to protect them. You serve a being that would have killed them without a thought. You serve a being that tortured me because she thought it fun. I can feel her taint in your flesh even now. So tell me why I should trust a single thought in your mind?"

Wolf, Jack

The wolf runs, and the forest whips by. For a moment, Jack can see a lake off in the distance, with a single white lotus resting gently on the serene surface. Then, that too is gone, and there is only trees. Yet something has changed. The world around Jack seems brimming with life, with magic. After a time, the wolf slows, and three more massive animals walk from the forest. Each fairly bursts with power. The first is a massive cat, striped black and orange, with razor sharp fangs and a tail almost three times the size of the child. The second is a bear, larger than any Jack could have even imagined, with deep wells of black for eyes. The last is a massive turtle, beak razor sharp, but slow and methodical. They all acknowledge the wolf, and then stare at the child with patient, intelligent eyes. The wolf nudges Jack forward with its snout.

The Mind of A Living Ship - Moollilwc, Sarra

"We are safe here. We are protected. We cannot be hurt again."

Divinecon 15.2 - Pernieth

Pernieth appears next to the floating city. He gestures with one hand towards the antics below. "Farce." he says with a disgusted tone, to mostly no one in particular, though his eyes rest disdainfully on his erstwhile 'father'.

7=10-3: Create Battle Artifact: The Alpha - 4 Celestial Alphas that reside within the Undying Forest. Like all of Pernieth's weapons, they are very much alive. They are a Dire Wolf, Dire Bear, Dire Turtle, and a Dire Tiger, the oldest of their kind (the Dire Wolf being of the First Tree, not all Dire Wolves, as Fenrir predates him).
5=7-2: Create Populace: Dire Animals - Turtles (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/bestiary/monster-listings/animals/turtle/turtle-giant-snapping), Bear (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/bestiary/monster-listings/animals/bear/dire-bear), Tiger (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/bestiary/monster-listings/animals/cat-great/tiger/dire-tiger) These animals hunt the forests of the First Tree, lesser cousins of their Alpha forms that serve as Pernieth's hunting pack.
2=5-3: Raise DR 12->13 [Create Plane (3), Nourish Anti Ice (1) Nourish Dream Sun (1)]

[Durmatagno]

The Void Gathered Gods, and some Goblins

"Awww, he almost chose the light orb, I think, and that was a fun one. Ahh well."

Both orbs disappear as Rosian tucks his hands back into his cloak, watching everything with interest. He didn't really want to be involved in all this anymore, but he found these goblins entertaining, so he'd decided to play along till the end, though he wondered what would happen to him because of it.

[Hatter]

The Void - Gathered gods, Skreechy

Ahn simply let out a sigh as he shifted forms yet again into a naked stereotypical red devil with massive ram like horns. He picked Skreechy up and placed him on his shoulder like a little parrot. He leaned on his cane as if he were some sort of stylish pimp and said. "You are getting everyone excited, Skreechy. That's probably a bad idea and you probably don't want to leave my shoulder! Ha! You stay where you are and you will not be harmed." Ahn laughed before turning his attention. "Well? We are divines aren't we? I know it's a lot coming from me but don't you think it's about time we get over ourselves and let the unique little goblins do what The Visionary guy wants them to do or are you just THAT insulted by the very thought that you would defy someone right about ohhhhhhh... I dunno.... tons more powerful than everyone here?"

The Void - Squeaks, The Captain

Squeaks quickly moved down the hall, dragging the Captain along and with great skill he actively dodged patrols and various maintenance crews that moved about. He eventually unscrewed a grate and pulled his companion in, carefully examining the wires and bolts. He turned to Hookpatch and covered his lips with a finger. "Shhhhhh... this way."

The Omen Tower - Sergeant Goos, Yue, Bobby, Mal, Ur, Ulvin (kinda)

Bobby nodded and said "I can do that. Cant say I've ever done much of it but I can do that."

Bobby found herself a spot against the wall and knelt down on her knees, her hands clasped together and she began to pray. "Ulvin. Hear my prayer."

"Ahhhh...Robin. I was waiting for you." She said after a moment of silence, her voice suddenly turning into a deep and reverberating echo, male in nature and was both verbal and telepathic.

She stood and turned towards the others, she opened her eyes and a great divine radiance poured out of her eyes, much the same way that light poured from Ulvin's own eyes. Bobby stared at those gathered before continuing. "I am Ulvin Silverblade. I have been watching your progress and I appreciate your assistance and your willingness to help. However, I must warn you of the dangers."

"I am trapped upon the northernmost island of the Reean Isles. The place is cursed from my battle against the Winter Queen. It is far colder than any place on the Playground. It's very nature will corrupt you and turn you into a mad person if you remain for too long. Even now, this island is crawling with maddened cannibals whom have forgotten their purpose."

"My tomb is under a great lake in the center of the island, be warned that it is sentient and maliscious with the intent to kill any and all intruders. If and when you arrive within my cage, you will find a candlebra which must be continuously carried by a mortal. The three candles must be lit by the one Kyrokoli hates the most, I'm assuming that means her mother, Ignus. The one who stole her heart, that would be Grenzo but Ignus now holds that flame and the one whom ushers in summer, that could only be the Cosmic Mother."

"For this task, Robin or as known to you, Bobby shall be my chosen. She shall be the one to bear the burden of the candlebra and she shall be armed with my sword, Hero. Have patience with her, friends. She will have a great many things to process after this connection." with the last words being spoken, Hero's hilt appears tucked into Bobby's belt. The divine light vanishes from her eyes and she immediately collapses on the ground. Unconscious but otherwise perfectly fine.


Mark of the Chosen: -0AP Robin "Bobby" Silverheart - Bobby was mark by Ulvin as his chosen. She is granted powerful psionic abilities as if she had trained in a church for 20 years. She was also given the sword, Hero as a loaner.

[Hatter]

The First Tree - Endren, the Tree

"You are right. I do wish dominion. I do wish to rule. I do indeed serve a being that would see them perish without a thought....but.. when have I even tried to raise a hand against the Forest? I know I am powerless against you and everythin and everyone in you. Even now, my people are dying and most of them havent hurt you or yours. The one that has was severely punished. I want peace and I will take that, even at the cost of my rulership. What good is being a king if your subjects are dead?"

The First Tree- Jack, Wolf, Turtle, Tiger, Bear

Jack laughed, he wasn't afraid at all. As a matter of fact, he felt safer than he ever felt and he ran up to each of the animals, hugging them and kissing them as if they were cute and cuddly stuffed animals.

[Lady Tialait]

Gods: The Gathering

The Visionary's cannons moved twitching to align Neutral Ground with them, "The God of Greed has denied my request to appear. I will give him a warning shot." A massive burst of energy shot out of the city towards Neutral Ground radiation hitting the city on the moon blighting her people and tarnishing all the dream tech held therein. A great crater is left behind after the massive shot hits the city, smoke coming from it blotting out the sun. Swirling vortexes speed up time and slow it down at random around the crater, aging and deaging the surrounding area, those who were just babies can find himself ancient and decrypted in mere moments, and the elderly find themselves young.

10 - 4 (4 Pestilences upon Neutral Ground) - 1 (Mold Land Crater in Neutral Ground) = 5

The first pestilence is the Visionary's Blight, a radiation that causes sickness, welts upon the flesh and shedding of the outer layers of the flesh. Metallic coverings appear in the pupils of the infected's eyes causing blindness. The final stage of the blight is most often a painful bloody death as their flesh falls off leaving a statue made of metal.

The second pestilence is the great tarnishing, Grameriric devices have their metallic components switched around from one metal to another. While the whole machine may still work, it's outputs and inputs will be randomized causing strange effects. (This only happens to Arcanodynamic devices by in large.)

The third pestilence is the blotting out of the sun, I'm not sure if it's summer or winter, but if it is currently winter, then when the next summer takes place it will be canceled for Neutral Ground, if it is currently summer, then it has ended sooner then planned.

The fourth pestilence is the time vortexes, they are swirling confused time. They are not alive, but are attracted to those who can alter fate, so mortals. When entered time is either sped up or slowed down for the victim moving them forward in an isolated time bubble unable to escape till the process is done.


The mold land creates a massive crater, i'll allow thethird to choose where, but I want it to do some noticeable damage to Neutral Ground but not destroy more then 10% of the overall mass of the place.

[Toxic Mind]

The First Tree - Endren, the Tree

It was not possible for the First Tree to smile, but Endren felt her approval in his mind all the same. "Then we shall compromise, Endren Who Would be First of Your Name. I will build you a palace of my own flesh and blood so that all may know that you have my blessing. It will be in a place of my choosing, however, and your Wife may never enter it. The people of the First Tree will acknowledge you as their king, and so long as your orders do not harm them or myself, they will be bound to follow them. In return, you will never force them to worship your Wife, even in name, and build no temples to her upon these lands. Your shrines are your own, and it is the right of you and your people to have them. If you accept, Endren, King of the First Tree, then I will give you a token of my favor upon your person." The First Tree waits, patiently, as she always has.

The First Tree- Jack, Wolf, Turtle, Tiger, Bear

And indeed, Jack had nothing to fear, for in this place, he was likely the most protected mortal in all of existence. And as he touched each of the animals, he could feel their mortal counterparts across the First Tree. The Turtle, wisest of the four, placed a claw upon Jack's forehead and the child's mind was opened, and he saw the world, though he did not comprehend it yet. The Tiger, swiftest, placed a paw on the boy's foot, and he felt swiftness infuse his legs. The Bear, strongest of the four, pressed his claw into the boy's arm, drawing a single drop of blood. Jack felt great strength suffuse his limbs. And finally, the Wolf, the only one of the four who understood what it meant to be part of a Pack, took the boy, and placed him upon his back, and left, running back towards the tents of his people.

2=2-0: Mark the Chosen - Jack: The Half-Elf boy has been given preternatural gifts by each of the four Alphas of the First Tree. Wherever his path takes him, he now represents the most heroic traits of those among mortals. Whatever the future holds, Jack has been gifted with great power, and a great destiny.

[Zelphas]

Divinecon 15.2 - Pernieth

Pernieth appears next to the floating city. He gestures with one hand towards the antics below. "Farce." he says with a disgusted tone, to mostly no one in particular, though his eyes rest disdainfully on his erstwhile 'father'.

Kethneciel looked at Pernieth as he arrived, and nodded ever so slightly. This was a farce, a mockery of the Law Kethneciel was lord of and beholden to, but he was trapped by his devotion to that law. He must see this sham through to the end.


The Void - Gathered gods, Skreechy

Ahn simply let out a sigh as he shifted forms yet again into a naked stereotypical red devil with massive ram like horns. He picked Skreechy up and placed him on his shoulder like a little parrot. He leaned on his cane as if he were some sort of stylish pimp and said. "You are getting everyone excited, Skreechy. That's probably a bad idea and you probably don't want to leave my shoulder! Ha! You stay where you are and you will not be harmed." Ahn laughed before turning his attention. "Well? We are divines aren't we? I know it's a lot coming from me but don't you think it's about time we get over ourselves and let the unique little goblins do what The Visionary guy wants them to do or are you just THAT insulted by the very thought that you would defy someone right about ohhhhhhh... I dunno.... tons more powerful than everyone here?"

The Implacable Judge turned slowly to the god of Luck. "They were asked to judge us and place some upon thrones. Judge, not be bribed. Judge, not be threatened. Let them Judge. Put him under thy protection so he may judge freely; I do not object."

Kethneciel had nothing to say in response to the attack upon Neutral Ground. Until and unless it was brought to him as a matter of judgment, it was between two other gods.

[Durmatagno]

The Void Gathering of the Gods, Three Goblins

Rosian was truly glad his eyes were hidden within his cloak, because they were twitching with anger. So many people not involved in this had just been blown up, maybe more. If it wasn't for the gap in their power, Rosian would be trying to dismantle this Visionary already. Instead, he merely tightened his grip on his rapiers hilt and kept quiet, cloak rippling back into darkness.

[Hatter]

The First Tree - Endren, the Tree

It was not possible for the First Tree to smile, but Endren felt her approval in his mind all the same. "Then we shall compromise, Endren Who Would be First of Your Name. I will build you a palace of my own flesh and blood so that all may know that you have my blessing. It will be in a place of my choosing, however, and your Wife may never enter it. The people of the First Tree will acknowledge you as their king, and so long as your orders do not harm them or myself, they will be bound to follow them. In return, you will never force them to worship your Wife, even in name, and build no temples to her upon these lands. Your shrines are your own, and it is the right of you and your people to have them. If you accept, Endren, King of the First Tree, then I will give you a token of my favor upon your person." The First Tree waits, patiently, as she always has.

The First Tree- Jack, Wolf, Turtle, Tiger, Bear

And indeed, Jack had nothing to fear, for in this place, he was likely the most protected mortal in all of existence. And as he touched each of the animals, he could feel their mortal counterparts across the First Tree. The Turtle, wisest of the four, placed a claw upon Jack's forehead and the child's mind was opened, and he saw the world, though he did not comprehend it yet. The Tiger, swiftest, placed a paw on the boy's foot, and he felt swiftness infuse his legs. The Bear, strongest of the four, pressed his claw into the boy's arm, drawing a single drop of blood. Jack felt great strength suffuse his limbs. And finally, the Wolf, the only one of the four who understood what it meant to be part of a Pack, took the boy, and placed him upon his back, and left, running back towards the tents of his people.

2=2-0: Mark the Chosen - Jack: The Half-Elf boy has been given preternatural gifts by each of the four Alphas of the First Tree. Wherever his path takes him, he now represents the most heroic traits of those among mortals. Whatever the future holds, Jack has been gifted with great power, and a great destiny.

The First Tree - Endren, The Tree

"I accept." said Endren without a moment's hesitation. He paused for a moment. "However, before you send me on my way...What of my people? They live in tents. How would they live?"

Endren's Encampment, Lignum, First Tree - Jack, Wolf, guards

The same 2 guards that welcomed Methuselah and Canna into the encampment simply stood dumbfounded at the sight of Jack riding his new friend into the encampment with a **** eating grin on his face. One of them was so stunned he even dropped his spear at the sight!

Then it was Aya's turn to be stunned. She had searched for her son high and low. She knew he was smart and gifted but this was something she did not expect at all.

[Toxic Mind]

The First Tree - Endren, The Tree

"Those that wish to join you in your palace are welcome, of course." Endren can sense amusement in the thought. "It will not be a miserly castle. You should know by now that I do very little on a small scale." The First Tree pauses for a moment. "The remainder can join my children, and will be welcomed as such. Those who sing their homes from the Trees will likely sing them homes as well." Endren can feel himself being pulled back to his body, when suddenly he feels the First Tree stop him. "Oh, and Endren. Call your palace what you like, but I am the First Tree, or the Mother. Nothing else. Names have great power, Endren the First."

With that, the First Tree releases her hold, and Endren feels himself returned to his body. Immediately he can feel a difference, however. The pain that seemed to ever suffuse his leg was now greatly diminished, though not gone. As he opens his eyes, he can see both his legs. He can feel the ice within his leg, but where it once shone, a limb of plant matter, much like a dryad's, stood instead. The First Tree could not remove the ice, but she could mute its effects, particularly within the Pulse of the Forest. Speaking of which...

A great many changes were undergoing the First Tree. Near a lake with a single lotus blossom, placid and calm despite the upheaval around it, a great building grew. A castle (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/78/67/ef/7867ef6c8cd626631393c1a3bd3eeb58.jpg) unlike any in the Playground stood, tall and implacable. From a distance, an untrained eye might have even confused the castle for stone, for the bark was as gray as hewn rock. However, every inch of the castle was alive, a massive ironbark tree, far more resilient than even the stone it mimics. And within, great halls, bedchambers, kitchens, meeting halls, everything a ruler could ask for. It truly was a palace fit for a king.

Methuselah helps Endren to his feet, and Ahnna the dryad looks at him with a look of surprise. "It seems the Mother has accepted you. Congratulations are in order, King Endren. Come, your palace awaits." And she gestures towards the castle in the distance.

Endren's Encampment, Lignum, First Tree - Jack, Wolf, guards

The wolf takes Jack to his mother, and sets the child gently down before sitting behind him, panting lightly. As people came, the wolf growled lowly as they approached Jack, though he made no sound towards the boy's mother, perhaps recognizing her as a fellow protector. He does not stop them from speaking or touching the boy, merely warning them of his presence, and the cost of harming the boy.

[Ralasha]

The Void Gathering of the Gods, Three Goblins

Rosian was truly glad his eyes were hidden within his cloak, because they were twitching with anger. So many people not involved in this had just been blown up, maybe more. If it wasn't for the gap in their power, Rosian would be trying to dismantle this Visionary already. Instead, he merely tightened his grip on his rapiers hilt and kept quiet, cloak rippling back into darkness.

A large, gentle and caloused hand comes to rest on Rosian's shoulder. A wing wraps around him half-way, as though to protect him from debris. His mother looks down at him and smiles softly, she gives a small nod. She smiles, though a hard glint is in her eyes.

Ignus moves and stands next to Pernieth. "How is your Avatar recovered?"

[Toxic Mind]

Divine-con 15.2 - Pernieth, Ignus

Pernieth gestures to the Undying Forest. "Waits" he says slowly. It would seem that whatever Pernieth's plans for this meeting were, they did not include his Speaker. Which should have been a worrying prospect, and enlightening of his opinions towards the 'proceedings', given that it implied that Pernieth had little use for words in this place.

[Hatter]

The Gathered Gods

Ahn directed his attention towards Pernieth and Ignus...mostly Ignus. He had no current issue with the Plant Lord but he remembered Ignus' promise all too well. He shifted into a large humanoid with a bird's head dressed in beggars rags. No longer leaning on his cane, he simply held it in hand as he looked down upon Neutral Ground.

[Toxic Mind]

The Pulse of the Forest - Endren's Castle

Energy blooms from the lake, and with it, a pathway winds towards the castle and up to the gate. On this path, and inside the castle, time flows as it would in the Material, but woe betide any mortal that steps beyond its protection, for they would find themselves within the time dilation of the Undying Forest.

Nourish [Pulse of the Forest] - Time flows normally in Endren's Castle and on the pathway leading to it. Beyond that path, time flows according to the rules of the Undying Forest.
Alter Land [Omega Seed] Endren's Castle - To make it official that AP was spent, the Omega Seed is the force used to create Endren's Castle, though obstinately, the First Tree did it herself.

[Shmee]

The Void - Gathered gods, Skreechy

Ahn simply let out a sigh as he shifted forms yet again into a naked stereotypical red devil with massive ram like horns. He picked Skreechy up and placed him on his shoulder like a little parrot. He leaned on his cane as if he were some sort of stylish pimp and said. "You are getting everyone excited, Skreechy. That's probably a bad idea and you probably don't want to leave my shoulder! Ha! You stay where you are and you will not be harmed." Ahn laughed before turning his attention. "Well? We are divines aren't we? I know it's a lot coming from me but don't you think it's about time we get over ourselves and let the unique little goblins do what The Visionary guy wants them to do or are you just THAT insulted by the very thought that you would defy someone right about ohhhhhhh... I dunno.... tons more powerful than everyone here?"


"ALL RIGHT THEN! SINCE WE ARE IN AGREEMENT THEN I SHALL RENDER MY JUDGMENT! BRACE YOURSELVES INSIGNIFICANT GODLINGS! FOR MY JUDGEMENT IS GOING TO BE LEGENDARY! DO YYOU HEAR ME? LEGENDARY! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!" cackles the Goblin with his arms raised towards the heavens. Finally realizing that no one cares, Skreechy clears his throat as he makes his announcment.

"I HAVE WEIGHED YOU AND YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND WANTING! YOU! ARE! UNWORTHY!" he says as points a finger. It would take a few moments for the gods to trace the direction to which Skreechy is pointing before they realize that the god that Skreechy had deemed unworthy... was the Visionary itself. After all, wasn't Skreechy tasked to judge the gods? Last time he checked the Visionary counted as one.





The Visionary's cannons moved twitching to align Neutral Ground with them, "The God of Greed has denied my request to appear. I will give him a warning shot." A massive burst of energy shot out of the city towards Neutral Ground radiation hitting the city on the moon blighting her people and tarnishing all the dream tech held therein. A great crater is left behind after the massive shot hits the city, smoke coming from it blotting out the sun. Swirling vortexes speed up time and slow it down at random around the crater, aging and deaging the surrounding area, those who were just babies can find himself ancient and decrypted in mere moments, and the elderly find themselves young.


"That... was... AWESOME!" Screams the insane Goblin while drooling. In his mind, this was just a taste of what he would do once he got his hands on the Secondary Array Cannon.

[Gunhaven]

Divinecon 15.2
Cap'n clicked away as he followed Squeaks toward their prize. He remained quiet while they creeped toward the cannon until the ground shook. Hookpatch peeked his head out and stared in awe as he saw the pulse of energy and ducked back in. In an excited whisper he said to Sqeaks "Thar guns be best! We be takin' them now!" With a series of rapid turns he closed the distance and set to work on trying to figure out how to steal the awesome guns.

From the shadows of the gathered gods, ash began to trickle in until it became a moderately sized pile. From this pile burst an ashen skinned Aram with eyes of burning embers and dressed as a jester of oranges and reds. With a flick of his wrist he spread further ash to the rest of the Visionary and called out "TukTuk here! My Lord heard His name and regrets that He is busy at the time. However He sent me in His place to take the throne so appointed to him." With each step ash fell from his body, mixing with the oil of the Visionary and helping up the predatory nature of the engines that called the city home.

MIC - Shivian Planes
Grenzo gazed upon the industrial complex and decided it was time to bless a new area with His power. He gathered His creation's progress and imbued the complex with that power. From this power the complex began to pump out toxins into the environment in the push towards the future that all Aram strove for.

The Moon
Shortly after the first statues of metal began to form from the unfortunate effects of the blight the Cackling Flame showed His nature. Those who were close to Zalsaram found that death didn't greet them, but instead change. Instead of simple statues of metal they instead formed beings of earth. In the brief glimpse of the afterlife they learned the cause of their death and the reason they returned; an ancient battle and a dream to see one of the combatants, that which they lived on, returned to life like they had been.

Grenzo: 3; Cultist, Sin PAP
0=3-3: Create Pestilence Artifact "Mardu Industrial Complex". MIC serves as the ideal factory, pumping out the mechanized bodies of the Mardu. Yet every factory has its downfall and in MIC's case that's an excessive amount of pollution being pumped out every day.
Cultist PAP (Actions must promote resurrection) - Nourishment: Those who suffer the Blight are instead occasionally blessed with the Mineral Warrior template instead of being statues of metal. In the brief glimpse between phases they are shown the reason for their transformation and encouraged to aid their fellow Cultists.

Sin PAP (Actions must concern only Gluttony) - Pestilence: The Nightmare Engines find that their hunger for their brethren's oil has increased. Violence isn't necessarily the only answer but it certainly is the fastest solution.

Hlo: 0

[Durmatagno]

Above The Playground Rosian

Still filled with anger, Rosian winks out, leaving the gathering for a short time. He had to calm down, or he was going to do something he would regret, if he even survived. So much suffering because a god just didn't show up, so many peoples dreams gone, their unique voices erased for the rest of time. Perhaps though, he could give them a sending off, something for the world to remember them eons from now when cultures have changed, and people have moved on.

Raising his hand, Rosian once more began to change the fabric of reality. The energy flow through him was more familiar, more refined, and definitely didn't use as much this time. From his left hand an orb of darkness formed, and began expanding, as it grew the he tossed it high into the air above The Playground where it moved to envelop the whole of the world. Next he added a shimmering, chaotic ball, not unlike the energy in Vevoran, and added it to the darkness. Every fifteen mortal years, for three mortal months, the land would be bathed in a twilight darkness. The stars in the sky, The Moon, comets, all the cosmic wonders would appear fuller, brighter, twinkling, and bathing the world in their light.

After the three months had passed, a shimmering aurora, not just green, but every color, including some that had no names, would ripple across the sky. This bright, iridescent display would last for three hours, and when it's done, the darkness would lift, light would return to the world as if nothing had happened at all. A display that would draw mortal eyes to the sky, to see the crater, to remember what has happened, and honor all those that have died. The aurora was a sending off, saying goodbye to the souls of the lost, looking forward to a new age.

The Void So many deities

Satisfied, Rosian turns, and steps into nothingness, once again returning to the gathering of the gods, not far away from his mother, anger still pumping through his veins, but now lacking the energy to act upon them.


5 AP

5 - 1 = 4 Pestilence, Twilight Curse (Darkness over the land, brighter, more colorful cosmic bodies/events that draw the eye)
4 - 1 = 3 Nourishment, Aurora Rebirth (The darkness lasts only three months, and happens only every fifteen years, sends off with a brilliant aurora across the whole of the world, so people normally to far away from the poles will see them, and stops the world from growing to cold in this time, as if it was merely early spring)
3 - 2 - 1 Gain Portfolio, Night. With this act, Rosian has established a connection to the night, a time of both peace, and horror.

[Ralasha]

The Gathered Gods

Ahn directed his attention towards Pernieth and Ignus...mostly Ignus. He had no current issue with the Plant Lord but he remembered Ignus' promise all too well. He shifted into a large humanoid with a bird's head dressed in beggars rags. No longer leaning on his cane, he simply held it in hand as he looked down upon Neutral Ground.

As though she can feel his eyes on her she turns and smiles at him. It seems friendly enough, which might be disturbing depending upon ones way of thinking, or reassuring. She has made it known after all, that she was not... entirely well at the time.

She waves her hand before he turns to look at the moon. She frowns at the random snuffing of so many sparks. A small and silent sigh escapes her lips, but she otherwise makes no comment.

Hemeliosa twitches a finger, and her Valkyrie ride out on their eight legged steeds, leaving trails of Auroral effects in their wakes, as they gather the souls of the dead Northmen, before turning and traveling north across the Rainbow Bridge into Celestia, there depositing the dead, before returning once again to the Golden Isle.

[Hatter]

The Neutral Grounds - Kerx

Kerx quickly arrived on Neutral Grounds at the site of Destruction along with a handful of goblins, dopplegangers and bogwarts from Murkdeep.

A great pavilion was set up as their headquarters and several smaller stations were set up throughout the Neutral Grounds. Their main concern was those of goblinkind and those that actually gave worship to the Thumb... others to a lesser extent.

Within a mere hour, Kerx and his goons had managed to set up an extremely disorganized, haphazard yet strangely efficient system.


-1PAP Envy (work through subordinates)Nourishment - Food and medicine is provided to the Neutral Grounds through a relief effort with the Horned Goblin at it's head. While biased and More likely to help goblinoids, they would also offer some lesser help to others.

[thethird]

The Moon

There are few people still remaining in the moon, most mortals have already been evacuated to the playground, those that do not follow the moon gods being returned to their communities and those that do transported to the bahosian forest, were they cramp inside Lylien's mechanical body.

The very few that remain are inside their kin homes, in hiding using the platinum's node power to be kept away from harm. Still they brace for impact when the Visionary's laser tears the void towards the moon. They await for a cataclysm, a cataclysm that doesn't happen.

When the laser hits Neutral Ground's thick shell it loses most of its punch, it's energy is filtered and absorved by the trees, dispersed and then absorved. The trees forever changed in shapes of metal as they had taken too much radiation. The visionary's power still cuts through the canopy scarring the bismuth ground below that shines with multifaceted light before being subsumed by water. Thus the metal forest is born waters flowing incessantly around metallic branches forming terrible cascades and mirages.

The Comet

The comet is eerily empty, the settlements are deserted and only the statues at the center remain. The cauldron is gone.

Dream Neutral Ground - Eucle, Zahav - Zalal, Lylien, Ask, Yhrzallus (Maraut?)

Everyone stands silently at the dream's control room. Zahav - Zalal stands in shadows, the one who had been fleetingly the greed god was the one demanded by the Visionary, even if he couldn't understand why. Lylien was perplexed, she was looking around in a blank stare. Ask for her part did only have eyes for her father. Trying to catalogue and understand the emotions fleeting through him.

"Lylien. Get anyone who is left, or who has come, irregardles of how changed they are. Now. Then leave. Keep them safe."

His voice was flat. He knew all too well that those that remained had willingly chosen to stay. They had wanted to stand on the Moon, wait for what was to come.

"Ask. Send all our sinequanon structure deep into the moon. Then leave."

His avatars knows better than to question his order.

"Everyone but Yhrzallus and Zahav - Zalal, leave. Pray for us."

He stands silently, once his kin has gone, spirited away to the Playgrounds safety the Prosperity god smiles tiredly. He unfastens his blindfold, but there is no trace of happiness in his eyes. He takes his black robe leaving it aside, discarded. He dons an armor which at some point had had luster but was now a mere rusted ruin. His father's armor. He had been there when the armor had been forged, he had helped. It had had its first born dreams it was fitting to be there when the last were breathed. Over it he dons a robe more fitting to the richest god. Brocade in psionic power and gramaric wonder. Many dark chests are upon his figure each holding some dark secret.

So dressed he walks towards Zahav - Zalal, he extends a hand.

"Your mask."

The deceased greed god complies, for it was no question. Eucle simply takes the mask and secures it to his right shoulder, as if it was an elaborate pauldron. Zahav - Zalal lacks a face under the mask, but it doesn't take one to know that the dead knows fear.

Taking his time the last demon on the moon produces a seed, a seed that he pushes against the dead's gaping hole. Corking Zahav - Zalal's chest the seed takes root and white tracery extends over it, making the dead appear more alive.

"Now go tell Pernieth that we are sorry for the lost trees, we couldn't protect them all. Ask Kethneciel if he considers his creators assessment just."

Zahav - Zalal waits.

"Go."

"Father? Aren't you going to aknowledge the attack? Won't you go out there and solve this?"

"No. If the intention of the beckoning was to assess us we have been most surely assessed. Perhaps the time master believes everyone needs to run at their call, but I'll take no place in mummer's show. And besides, patience won't do wrong to anyone with so much time."

"Still! He attacked ou..."

"He attacked all that I hold dear, child. Do not believe that because I carry my fury better than yours it is any smaller. Now do as bidded. And be as infuriatingly calm and pleasant as possible."

Lylien's Engine Room - Lylien, Ask, Moon Refugees

The goddess kneels. She is gracious, bowing with all property and respect. Behind her Ask also kneels. She is brightly furious. The rest of those gathered in the room kneel too. Each in a state between the goddess and the avatar. Perseverance intertwinned with passion.

They intone many prayers with one voice. Atop them the starry ceiling embedded with seed glows fulgurently. Every dead moongrel is also praying. But they aren't praying to their god. No. They are praying to the engines. And more importantly, praying through the engines. One is lit with warm heat and the other blazes with cold light. They had been crafted long ago, as a memento of a pact. A pact that now was on the edge of being broken.

"Mother!" The goddess prayed. "See me through your eyes bound. Know me. Know that I carry your fire. My father acknowledges your pact. He takes it seriously. No children from the lost has been taken by your enemies. He holds his end of the bargain, Mother. The children are safe, on the ground. Afar from the Moon! But my father still stands there, not wanting to lose all that he's built. Please Mother, protect him, he is my father and is dear to me."

Divinecon 2.0 - Many Gathered Gods, Three Goblins, and an Undead (Zahav - Zalal)

As the belated greed god steps out of the moon's dream and walks the streets on the moon he can't but marvel at the destruction. Even in death he wonders what would have happened hadn't his father taken contingencies and reacted as fast as he had. Well, that was a matter for another story. He had a task.

He advanced unto the void and to the gathering gods. And bowed all too slightly when he arrived there, acknowledging everyone's presence in turn, starting with the goblins and continued with the gods from least to the Visonary's last.

Zahav - Zalal himself looks to be made of ash and shadow given shape under white wood vines. His face, are some chiseled white features in immitation of the prosperity's god own image, over a fleeting pool of darkness.

"I would like to comfort you all, for I know many of you had some of yours who had found a place on the Moon. My father's first actions was to keep them from harms way and they are now safely sent to the playground below. Hear their prayers and now they are safe."

He then turns to Pernieth, with an expression close to sadness.

"Pernieth earliest friend of my father, please accept his most sincere apology for failing to protect some of your children. He profoundly laments that he has failed to keep them from being turned into artifice. He will always be indebted to them for they took the blunt of the laser's rage and asks for mercy, not for himself, but for your children. He knows that you've always disliked artifice but they are still your and his creatures. If you allow him to do so he will take care to provide for them and see that they bloom with splendour to pride over."

He turns to Kethneciel and speaks again.

"In the past my father has confided on your judgement for its wisdom. He has partaken in your knowledge and heeded your words. Now he wishes to hear it again. He wishes to know if you..."

He turns to the goblins, who have apparently been appointed judges of this fair competition.

"Apologies dear goblins. I did for an instant forget that you've been appointed judges of the competition. I believe you mentioned somesuch of bribery. Would you allow yourselves to be fairly bribed into letting me ask Kethneciel a question? My father rules over wealth, and he has always been fair."

Satisfied he turns back to the Judging god.

"We've all heard the assessment of all gathered here. Which certainly, for their unpresenceness, excludes anyone not present. Still actions have been taken. Actions tend to be stronger than words. And more binding. The action carries an assessment. My father has been assessed as a foe to your father's creations, such as yourself. If you were to agree with such an assessment you would be denouncing my father as your enemy, along as Pernieth's, and all your line. Now the question is easy and can be answered with either yes or no. All ultimately simple questions are. Do you agree with the assessment?"

Dream Neutral Ground - Eucle, Yhrzallus

Eucle sits at his chair, the meeting table still filled with information now looking empty once the others have departed. He draws a wooden tesselated square, a board, and carefully arranges white and black pieces on it. He had seen his grandfather play it when he had visited and on his second trip he had taken it with him.

"Yhrzallus, brother dear, would you like to play a game with me while we wait?"

The Void

The moon vanishes.



Lylien 3 AP + 1 PAP

0 AP create concept (Using Seed Chrous): It takes long but the Visionary turned metal trees can natively pure craft (http://www.minmaxboards.com/index.php?topic=6584.0). Associated class Master (Dragonlance War of the Lance)

0 AP create subrace (Using Scrolls of Purity): Metal Tree Mechs!

0 AP Teach populace (Runic Stones): Radiation is bad, white filters are good. (They can make white filters now)

1 PAP Mold Land (Void Takes Precedence): Rebuild the Moon's barrier.

Eucle 0 AP

0 AP Nourishment (using Vault of Plenty): People are evicted from the moon (In theory Lylien has been taking people out since commanded through her spell-like Teleportation circle, but people seem to keep coming to the moon despite it being a warzone).

0 AP Create Subrace (using Staff of Gramaric Wonders): Urre (Ur is the first one) are Eucle's answer to solars, valkyries and other high level humanoid shaped guys. They are divine rank 0 (bearing a chip of Eucle's material body inside), monsters of legacy (weapons of legacy), moongrel.

0 AP remaining



The first pestilence is the Visionary's Blight, a radiation that causes sickness, welts upon the flesh and shedding of the outer layers of the flesh. Metallic coverings appear in the pupils of the infected's eyes causing blindness. The final stage of the blight is most often a painful bloody death as their flesh falls off leaving a statue made of metal.

Nope


Nourishment 1 PAP (Cult of the Beast; Aid the other cultists): Neutral Ground's barrier (created long ago through mold land) now offers further protection to those who follow any god from the cult of the best pantheon (this counts as a nourishment against any pestilence action taken to affect those in he moon)
Both pestilence and nourishment cancel out

I'm not going to retcon Gunhaven's post :smallfurious: Even if it might bite me in the arse.



The second pestilence is the great tarnishing, Grameriric devices have their metallic components switched around from one metal to another. While the whole machine may still work, it's outputs and inputs will be randomized causing strange effects. (This only happens to Arcanodynamic devices by in large.)

Fortunately Arcanodynamics in the moon are rare, the few things that use arcanodynamics are mostly wood ins (i.e. not affected) or platinum ins/outs made of bismuth. Since there is an heuristical grid all over the moon controlling ins/outs it will take time to repair but no accidents will happen.


AP 3 - 0 Nourishment (from Vault of Plenty): Moon bismuth is specially afine to gramarie. It can count as any one planetary metal.



The third pestilence is the blotting out of the sun, I'm not sure if it's summer or winter, but if it is currently winter, then when the next summer takes place it will be canceled for Neutral Ground, if it is currently summer, then it has ended sooner then planned.

It's always springtime on the moon, irregardles of suns

1 AP = 2 AP -1 (Nourishment: Spring) The Moon weather is now a temperate intermediate of Summer and Winter, easing the suffering of those in its confines.



The fourth pestilence is the time vortexes, they are swirling confused time. They are not alive, but are attracted to those who can alter fate, so mortals. When entered time is either sped up or slowed down for the victim moving them forward in an isolated time bubble unable to escape till the process is done.

Nope

Nourishment 1 PAP (The void takes precedence): Neutral Ground's barrier grows even stronger and nullifies pestilences that come from the void.
Both pestilence and nourishment cancel out



The mold land creates a massive crater, i'll allow thethird to choose where, but I want it to do some noticeable damage to Neutral Ground but not destroy more then 10% of the overall mass of the place.

A thick hole appears at Neutral Ground's barrier, wooden buildings and trees below are destroyed and a wide crater is flattened there, the Mezzetheran waters fill it. We got now a nice beach there.

The moon's barrier


PAP 1 Mold Land = The moon is now covered in a thick canopy of leaves and branches. This has been impregnated with gramarie, magic and psionics planted by the Gardeners directly into the trees. It can act as any kaleidomantic filter (it currently has orange filter to keep air inside the moon, red filters to ensure that the sun heat is not lethal, black filters affected by charcoal chicanery and lurid lure that at the moment are not blocking information but make people believe the moon is an illusion). It counts as a weirdstone (player's guide to faerun). And is constantly under the effect of a dweomer of transference (http://www.d20srd.org/srd/psionic/spells/dweomerOfTransference.htm) (i.e. spells/powers directed at the moon have their energy absorved by it into psionic points).

Is now set with all filters, including white, and the black filter is changed to exclude all information coming out, effectively the moon banishes from all senses.

[Hatter]

The Void - Kerx, The Cosmic Mother

Kerx appeared in the void next to the Cosmic Mother. He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted "Heeeey!! Cosmic Grandma! Time to wake up! Got some stuff going down! Your son is about to get some big appointments by the Visionary!"

He tossed Ahn's communication orb from the Visionary into the void space between himself and the Cosmic Mother and without missing a beat, he grabbed hold of a massive parade style drumset out of nothing and began to beat a loud and obnoxious beat on it. "Heeeeyyyyyy!!!!!"

[Lady Tialait]

The Gathered Gods

The Visionary erupts into laughter, the whole of the great city seemed in good cheer as the sound of thunderous laughter echoes through the streets of the great city. Then the Visionary's voice is heard, "See the wisdom I have appointed in these goblins? I have been deemed 'unworthy' to sit upon a throne located in my very heart. I expect the three of these goblins to show us great wisdom."

[Shmee]

Rollover
Dawn of the Eighteenth Divine Month (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c48Se9q2f5c)

[Hatter]

The Void - Gathered Gods, Ahn

"Mmm...that feels good...mm..oohoo! Yeeeahhh...." muttered Ahn under his breath as his form shifted again. This time he assumed the image of a 10ft tall onese goblin with an excess of jewelry, rotted fingernails and fine emerald green clothes. He leaned on his cane, disease and rot seemed to practically seep from his very being.

Rollover +5AP, PAP and artifacts recharged.
Gain Domain: Pestilence 3AP
Gain Portfolio: Disease 2AP
Actions taken: Created Flute of Fate (pestilence artifact), created Typhus and Pneumonia

Labyrinth of the Vanquished King, Godsfought, Reean Isles - Ulvin

Ulvin sat upon his frozen throne, still unable to move, still unable to free himself but he gathered his power.


Rollover +3AP PAP recharged
Gain DR4(3ap) - Actions taken - Created Hero(combat artifact.)


The Void - Squeaks and the Captain

Squeaks pushed the Captain out of the way and started crawling all over the cannon, eventually he found the spot and started wrenching at it, loosening some bolts, wrenching some more and with one final kick, the cannon came loose and he let out an excited squeak followed by an uncharacteristic shout. "Push it out!"

[Toxic Mind]

Divinecon 15.2 - Pernieth, Undead

Pernieth waves a hand as if to dismiss the apology, saying. "Purpose." The death of those Trees was not without meaning, their sacrifice achieved a greater goal than their lives. It was acceptable, and to be honored, not lamented.

[Shmee]

The Gathered Gods

The Visionary erupts into laughter, the whole of the great city seemed in good cheer as the sound of thunderous laughter echoes through the streets of the great city. Then the Visionary's voice is heard, "See the wisdom I have appointed in these goblins? I have been deemed 'unworthy' to sit upon a throne located in my very heart. I expect the three of these goblins to show us great wisdom."

"I KNOW I AM GREAT! Now then... considering you have been deemed "unworthy" aren't you going to punish yourself? I do love some good punishment! OH PLEASE TELL ME THAT I GET TO PRONOUNCE THE SENTENCE AS WELL!"


The Void - Kerx, The Cosmic Mother

Kerx appeared in the void next to the Cosmic Mother. He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted "Heeeey!! Cosmic Grandma! Time to wake up! Got some stuff going down! Your son is about to get some big appointments by the Visionary!"

He tossed Ahn's communication orb from the Visionary into the void space between himself and the Cosmic Mother and without missing a beat, he grabbed hold of a massive parade style drumset out of nothing and began to beat a loud and obnoxious beat on it. "Heeeeyyyyyy!!!!!"

A massive draconic palm catches the communication orb as it is thrown. However, it is not the sleeping nebula dragon that catches it "You are wasting your breath little one." says the Platinum Dragon "Can a giant hear an ant no matter how loud it tries to scream? You are less than a grain of sand compared to her. Yell and scream all you want, the our Mother cannot hear you. At least not that way. If she was so easily awakened then there is no guarantee that you mortals would be able to bear her mere presence. She sleeps to protect all of you, and mortal prayers come through me and... the other...." says Bahamut, first born of the Dragons.

"Your... prayer... has been heard. What is it you wish from our Mother?" says Bahamut as he looks at the Orb.




"Mother!" The goddess prayed. "See me through your eyes bound. Know me. Know that I carry your fire. My father acknowledges your pact. He takes it seriously. No children from the lost has been taken by your enemies. He holds his end of the bargain, Mother. The children are safe, on the ground. Afar from the Moon! But my father still stands there, not wanting to lose all that he's built. Please Mother, protect him, he is my father and is dear to me."


"Our Mother slumbers, and my Eldest Brother is preoccupied." All of a sudden, the most beautiful Elf appears in front of Lylien "But I have heard the prayer of a god. Yet our mother is not easily awakened, not even when another god calls on her, but I am here. How can I be of service?" says Tiamat while smiling at Lylien.

[Hatter]

The Void - Kerx, Bahamut

"Bahamut, Bahamut..." muttered the horned goblin as he rubbed his chin. "You mortals. That's a lot coming from another avatar, granted a powerful avatar, ha! Ha! Oh wait... wouldnt that technically make you a goblins uncle? Ahahahaha!...wait... then you would be my uncle! Oh apologies!" Kerx bowed before Bahamut.

"Anyways! I am Kerx, Avatar of Ahn! He wanted to make sure that Grannie knew!" Kerx laughed

[thethird]

The Omen Tower - Sergeant Goos, Yue, Bobby, Mal, Ur

Mal moves his hand and small machinery springs into the room, they are construct scraps all mixed together in uneven forms. No two of the small things are equal, standarization not breed into them, but they all surround Bobby and raise her moving her to more comfortable medical quarters.

"I think this is too much ma'am. Rampaging canivals and a spiteful island I can deal with that. But... taking the gods flame?"

"The cosmic mother should be within our reach, she gave her power to the father in order to sail the void. If the stars are bound within the engines there has to be be fire on them."

"But what about the other's?"

"The cakling fire built the engines along with the father, maybe he can be reasoned with."

"Let god matters to the gods. Worry about how to get in and out."

Dream Neutral Ground - Eucle, Yhrzallus

The pieces finally on place the prosperity god looked over the board with curiosity. He felt stronger now that he had simply decided to ignore the time god. Perhaps he was growing wiser or becoming mad.

"Deep down I keep assuming that you will stand by me. It's your elder who is standing there, taking shots at what we built. If you wish to go to his side I won't hold it against you. You'll always be a brother to me. If not, would you mind taking the first move?"

Lylien - Lylien, Ask, Tiamat

The goddess stands and she raises a hand as two constructs move to protect her.

"If harm was intended it would already be done."

She looks regal, serene, almost calm. Still her fingers shaked all too slightly, and she kept her hands firmly held against each other when not doing anything with them. She was trying to keep herself in control. In contrast to her, her sisters is unruly, her hair is a mess and her face has been smeared by two single simetrical tears. She springs moving towards the avatar and is stopped Lylien's arm. The two sisters struggle for a moment before some sense is returned to Ask.

You could move yourself against that damned loose canon. Isn't he your enemy? I want it dead, that will help, yeah!

"Sister, please. We only want some protection for the children and for our father. That's all."

When Ask is to speak again, Lylien pinches her arm, hard.

Eucle 0 AP + 7 AP + 2 PAP

3 AP raise divine rank (to 16): Actions (join pantheon (1) (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=19158038&postcount=1029), create avatar (1) (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=19204827&postcount=1154), Teach Populace (1) (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=19209951&postcount=1164)

As a Greater deity Eucle gains a new DCM

{C} Crowned by wealth dragons: Two draconic heads spring from Eucle's shoulder each bearing the insectoid features of his own wealth dragons. This beasts can breath noxious vapours, providing the prosperity god with wards and weapons against metal.

4 AP + 2 PAP remaining

Lylien

3 AP + 3 AP from rollover + 1 PAP

6 AP + 1 PAP remaining

[Ralasha]

Hemeliosa's sword begins to glow, and her shield reforms into a battle standard, even as she stands in the void.

Hemeliosa: +3 AP; Ignus: +7 AP

Hemeliosa: -3 AP: Gain Domain War.

Ignus: -2 Healing Domain Portfolio: Curatives
-3 gain Healing Domain

Remaining AP: Hemeliosa: 0, Ignus: 2

[Hatter]

Medical Quarters, The Omen Tower - Ulvin, Bobby

"Hello, Robin." came Ulvin's voice, strong and powerful, chasing the darkness away as Bobby opened her eyes to see the King Knight casually sitting on a stump by a camp fire and cooking...cooking!? Never had she thought that she would see Ulvin Silverblade frying eggs over a campfire!

"Your Grace!" came Bobby's reply and she immediately fell to her face. "Forgive me! I am unworthy!" She said, she was an escaped convict afterall.

"No. We wont be having any of that." Said Ulvin as he reached over to pick her up off of the ground, sitting her on a stump next to him and dropping the fried eggs in a wooden plate before setting it in her hands. Bobby started eating without a second thought...she was starving.

Ulvin smiled and asked her, "Robin, do you know your legacy?"

"Wha? Well..." a bit of shame entered her voice. "I'm from a family of knights.....but I dont live up to it...I am a shame to my family."

"No. There is so much more to you than that and you WILL live up to it. You are going to come to terms with who you really are." Ulvin placed a hand on her head, his glowing eyes staring into her very soul with a warm and comforting smile.

"Before I was a swordsman of great reknown. I was a simple farmboy named Ulvin Silverheart. Ah, yes. The same last name that you bear." The King Knight chuckled at her shocked face as the realization hit home. "I was hard-headed and refused to stay home. Unlike my brother who fathered your line. I took on the name of Silverblade for I too was a shame to my family...but instead I proved to being honor to them in my own way. I exceeded the expectations other had of me....and now it's your turn to exceed the expectations that other have for you." He flicked her head and Bobby awoke within the Medical Quarters, drenched in sweat, her cheeks streaked with tears of joy. She wasnt alone anymore and she simply laughed out loud at the thought.

[Zelphas]

Divinecon 2.0 - Many Gathered Gods, Three Goblins, and an Undead (Zahav - Zalal)

As the belated greed god steps out of the moon's dream and walks the streets on the moon he can't but marvel at the destruction. Even in death he wonders what would have happened hadn't his father taken contingencies and reacted as fast as he had. Well, that was a matter for another story. He had a task.

He advanced unto the void and to the gathering gods. And bowed all too slightly when he arrived there, acknowledging everyone's presence in turn, starting with the goblins and continued with the gods from least to the Visonary's last.

Zahav - Zalal himself looks to be made of ash and shadow given shape under white wood vines. His face, are some chiseled white features in immitation of the prosperity's god own image, over a fleeting pool of darkness.

"I would like to comfort you all, for I know many of you had some of yours who had found a place on the Moon. My father's first actions was to keep them from harms way and they are now safely sent to the playground below. Hear their prayers and now they are safe."

He then turns to Pernieth, with an expression close to sadness.

"Pernieth earliest friend of my father, please accept his most sincere apology for failing to protect some of your children. He profoundly laments that he has failed to keep them from being turned into artifice. He will always be indebted to them for they took the blunt of the laser's rage and asks for mercy, not for himself, but for your children. He knows that you've always disliked artifice but they are still your and his creatures. If you allow him to do so he will take care to provide for them and see that they bloom with splendour to pride over."

He turns to Kethneciel and speaks again.

"In the past my father has confided on your judgement for its wisdom. He has partaken in your knowledge and heeded your words. Now he wishes to hear it again. He wishes to know if you..."

He turns to the goblins, who have apparently been appointed judges of this fair competition.

"Apologies dear goblins. I did for an instant forget that you've been appointed judges of the competition. I believe you mentioned somesuch of bribery. Would you allow yourselves to be fairly bribed into letting me ask Kethneciel a question? My father rules over wealth, and he has always been fair."

Satisfied he turns back to the Judging god.

"We've all heard the assessment of all gathered here. Which certainly, for their unpresenceness, excludes anyone not present. Still actions have been taken. Actions tend to be stronger than words. And more binding. The action carries an assessment. My father has been assessed as a foe to your father's creations, such as yourself. If you were to agree with such an assessment you would be denouncing my father as your enemy, along as Pernieth's, and all your line. Now the question is easy and can be answered with either yes or no. All ultimately simple questions are. Do you agree with the assessment?"

Kethneciel turns to the newest arrival, silently considering his question. Finally, he speaks. "The question is simple, and it can be answered simply. However, to do so would not truly answer it properly." As he speaks, Kethneciel holds out his right hand. Darkness swirls around it for a moment, resolving itself into a gavel of blackest night. The pommel of the gavel is shaped like a hooded head. Looking inside the hood, the gathered gods would be able to make out the vague silhouette of a face. The face is different for each god; to each, it resembles the face of the mortal, humanoid creature they are closest to.

"First, in personal terms, Eucle is not an enemy of myself. He honors his deals, abides by his laws, and seeks out no quarrel without cause. I do not find him an enemy of myself. Secondly, in terms of the Visionary: all Elementals are enemies of my sire. Eucle is the enemy of the Visionary, simply because of his being." Kethneciel's voice remains hollow, unfeeling throughout all of this.

"Finally, regarding my sire's 'warning shot'...his-thy quarrel is with Eucle, sire," Kethneciel switches to directly addressing the Visionary, "And yet thy attacks are against mortals. I told thee when I arrived here that my devotion is to the Law, to justice. What thou did...I do not find it just." He bows his head for a moment. "Gods fighting gods is battle; it can be just. Gods fighting mortals is slaughter; there is no justice in it."

Neutral Ground

For those caught in the throes of the Visionary's Blight, another boon comes to aid them; the most lawful-aligned among them find that, instead of becoming inert stone statues, they instead become an amalgamation of very much living steel, stone, and wood--Lawforged.

Eucle, Yrhzallus, Marut IV--Dream Neutral Ground

As the Wealth god and the Mad god begin their game, they can both perceive, far off in the morphic distance of Dream Neutral Ground, a Marut. This Marut seems to be wandering aimlessly, something that the purpose-driven automatons have never before done. Every once in a while, it would move towards a different element of the dreams, reaching out a hand, and then freeze, buzzing softly. A few moments later, it would repeat itself, moving randomly towards a different part of the dreams.

Lawsblood, Axia

At long last, the day of the trial has begun. Marut II is the first of the proxies to arrive. It is met by a massive, orderly contingent of Lawforged, which bring it through the city in a massive parade that doubles as an inspection tour for the embassy of their god. Finally, it is placed with great ceremony upon the judgment seat, ready to arbitrate the trial between Pernieth and Kryokoli.

Pernieth's representative would be directed to the south gate of the city, where Lawforged druids come out to conduct them with great ceremony to the judgment hall. Lining the streets to the hall are double rows of Axiomatic awakened trees, freshly transplanted and carefully tended. They are obviously flourishing under Axia's rigid care.

Kryokoli's representative is sent to the north, where a different procession altogether meets her. The Lawforged here are mostly Inquisitors, wearing long, heavy cloaks and deep cowls. Tethered to posts in the ground every two hundred paces are the worst criminals of the country; Kryokoli's representative is told that they may do with these criminals what they wish, so long as they are at the judgment hall on time.

Kahla-Kahl

Deep, deep within the afterlife of the Craast, Kahla sequesters herself in a silken cocoon. There, she waits, growing and changing to deal with the threats of the world.

Kethneciel
0 AP + 7 AP (Rollover) = 7 AP, 1 PAP

-3 AP: Raise DR to 12. Actions Taken:
---3 AP: gain Domain (Death).
---2 AP: Gain Portfolio (Souls).
-3 AP: Create Battle Artifact (Death Knell). A massive, black gavel, Kethneciel's tool for delivering judgment.

-1 PAP (further the rule of Law): Nourishment. 35% of the Lawful-aligned Neutral Grounders affected by the Visionary's Blight are changed to Lawforged instead of dying.

1 AP, 0 PAP remaining.

Kahla
0 AP + 3 AP (Rollover) = 3 AP

-3 AP: Raise DR to 3. Actions Taken:
---3 AP: Gain Domain (Competition).

0 AP Remaining.

[Shmee]

The Void - Kerx, Bahamut

"Bahamut, Bahamut..." muttered the horned goblin as he rubbed his chin. "You mortals. That's a lot coming from another avatar, granted a powerful avatar, ha! Ha! Oh wait... wouldnt that technically make you a goblins uncle? Ahahahaha!...wait... then you would be my uncle! Oh apologies!" Kerx bowed before Bahamut.

"Anyways! I am Kerx, Avatar of Ahn! He wanted to make sure that Grannie knew!" Kerx laughed

Bahamut looks at the orb, and listens to the Visonary's message "Tell me, does Ahn wishes that our Mother goes to war?" The Platinum Dragon was not seeing the funny side of things. The Visionary may very well be threatening to undo all the careful work the Dragons had done since the fall of Purity.



Lylien - Lylien, Ask, Tiamat

The goddess stands and she raises a hand as two constructs move to protect her.

"If harm was intended it would already be done."

She looks regal, serene, almost calm. Still her fingers shaked all too slightly, and she kept her hands firmly held against each other when not doing anything with them. She was trying to keep herself in control. In contrast to her, her sisters is unruly, her hair is a mess and her face has been smeared by two single simetrical tears. She springs moving towards the avatar and is stopped Lylien's arm. The two sisters struggle for a moment before some sense is returned to Ask.

You could move yourself against that damned loose canon. Isn't he your enemy? I want it dead, that will help, yeah!

"Sister, please. We only want some protection for the children and for our father. That's all."

When Ask is to speak again, Lylien pinches her arm, hard.



Tiamat raises an eyebrow "My enemy is none other than my Elder Brother." she says in a matter of fact tone "Yet you demand that our Mother awakens once more and kill an Elder god... the very same Elder god with whom our Mother combined their full strength to defeat Zalsaram? You seem to have some misconceptions about our Mother. Tell me, do you know what happened the last time our Mother awoke? It was to protect my Elder Brother whom I was about to kill. That day, her voice echoed throughout creation, her stare saw all. Upon the Playground new lands came into being by the mere sound of her voice, monsters of all sort were formed as she spoke, and mortals cowed in fear, unable to withstand the pure power of her voice. How they hid from her piercing sight, as it was too much to bear! The entire Playground trembled at the mere awakening of the primordial goddess of Creation, and had the gods not ran to protect their mortals from the Cosmic Mother's awakening... I shall leave it to your imagination." she explains.

"And now, you wish that the Cosmic Mother awakens to protect you. Answer me this question; Why does our Mother slumber throughout the aeons? "




Kryokoli's representative is sent to the north, where a different procession altogether meets her. The Lawforged here are mostly Inquisitors, wearing long, heavy cloaks and deep cowls. Tethered to posts in the ground every two hundred paces are the worst criminals of the country; Kryokoli's representative is told that they may do with these criminals what they wish, so long as they are at the judgment hall on time.


To the Lawforged surprise, Kryokoli was not amongst the attendants. Instead she had sent some representatives for her trial. Their leader comes forward and shaking hands with just about everyone and everything introduces himself "Good day! My name is D'vils Advocaat, attorney at law, and my twelve brethren and I are here to represent Queen Kryokoli who wishes to be judged in absentia." says the devil lawyer.


Mark of the Chosen: D'Vils Advocaat.

[Hatter]

The Void - Divinecon 15.2

Ahn shifted again, this time taking his original form as a blad little chubby bearded gnome in a green silk vest and ragged pants. He kicked his feet out from under him and took a seat on a small wooden stool next to Skreechy. He mayerialized a sock puppet in th e image of Kethneciel with a big black mallet and as the real Kethneciel went on his rant, so too did the mouth of the sock puppet move it's mouth and swing it's mallet around in a mocking manner and as soon as Kethneciel was done, Ahn tossed the sock puppet on the ground and pointed a stubby little finger as the Judge.

"Look here, you pompous, self important, Law thumpin' Arse!" shout Ahn at Kethneciel with a snarl on his face. "Nobody gives a flying rat's dung about your Law! This is not your court! This is not your place to judge! This is the Visionary's place and only his word and the word of the goblins he appointed matters! Get over yourself! You have no right to judge anyone unless they submit themselves to you and trust me on this.... You cannot make the Visionary submit!" Ahn fumes, he's certainly had enough of Kethneciel and his judgements.

The Void - Kerx, Bahamut

"Nah, really all he wants is for the Cosmic Mother to be aware of the situation. Ha! There are scores of gods responding but you look like you didn't expect this! Ha! Wonder why Granny didn't get an invitation!" Kerx laughed out loud before disappearing with an audible poof.

[Zelphas]

The Void - Divinecon 15.2

Ahn shifted again, this time taking his original form as a blad little chubby bearded gnome in a green silk vest and ragged pants. He kicked his feet out from under him and took a seat on a small wooden stool next to Skreechy. He mayerialized a sock puppet in th e image of Kethneciel with a big black mallet and as the real Kethneciel went on his rant, so too did the mouth of the sock puppet move it's mouth and swing it's mallet around in a mocking manner and as soon as Kethneciel was done, Ahn tossed the sock puppet on the ground and pointed a stubby little finger as the Judge.

"Look here, you pompous, self important, Law thumpin' Arse!" shout Ahn at Kethneciel with a snarl on his face. "Nobody gives a flying rat's dung about your Law! This is not your court! This is not your place to judge! This is the Visionary's place and only his word and the word of the goblins he appointed matters! Get over yourself! You have no right to judge anyone unless they submit themselves to you and trust me on this.... You cannot make the Visionary submit!" Ahn fumes, he's certainly had enough of Kethneciel and his judgements.

Kethneciel turns to look down upon the god of Luck, his face and form betraying no emotion. "I was asked for my judgment, and I gave it. I place no punishment upon the Visionary, nor would I; it is not my place. I did not ask him to 'submit' to anything." The Implacable Judge tilts his head, his scarred, featureless face fixed on the little godling. "If thou hast a quarrel with me, say so openly; do not feign as though thou caredst for my sire at all."


To the Lawforged surprise, Kryokoli was not amongst the attendants. Instead she had sent some representatives for her trial. Their leader comes forward and shaking hands with just about everyone and everything introduces himself "Good day! My name is D'vils Advocaat, attorney at law, and my twelve brethren and I are here to represent Queen Kryokoli who wishes to be judged in absentia." says the devil lawyer.

If the Lawforged were surprised, they recovered quickly. Within a few minutes, a comprehensive list of Axia's rules regarding contracts were in D'vil's hands, and a small group of hopeful deal-makers waited alongside the condemned. The devils were told that they may make deals or not and torture the prisoners or not, whichever pleases them, so long as they were to the trial on time.

[Hatter]

The Void - Divinecon 15. 2

"I couldn't possibly care a dung less about the Visionary, honest truth be told and I never said I did! Ha!" The God of Luck is suddenly cheerful, finding great humor in the situation. "Really comes down to it, I tire of you demanding answers, telling people what is just and what isn't like you hold the ultimate truth!" He openly laughs at Kethneciel, pointing his finger at the Judge. "Come on! You really do think that highly of yourself and your opinion don't you? Wow! I think you and I were swapped at birth! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

[Ralasha]

The Void - Divinecon 15. 2

"I couldn't possibly care a dung less about the Visionary, honest truth be told and I never said I did! Ha!" The God of Luck is suddenly cheerful, finding great humor in the situation. "Really comes down to it, I tire of you demanding answers, telling people what is just and what isn't like you hold the ultimate truth!" He openly laughs at Kethneciel, pointing his finger at the Judge. "Come on! You really do think that highly of yourself and your opinion don't you? Wow! I think you and I were swapped at birth! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Yes..." Ignus states with obvious sarcasm, "He is plainly a mortal, having been mistaken for a god due to his powers, while the god has been forgotten, and wanders amongst the mortals below..." She rolls her eyes, if they weren't just pits of fire, you could probably tell. She waves her hand, "While I do find you humorous, shut it. We've no time for your inanities. And none of us is truly important next to what is being decided. You may of course, attempt to silence me if you like, little ally of Grenzo." She smiles at him invitingly, "Or not, I don't think you will. I certainly wouldn't advise it. I've nothing against you personally you see, but I would like these formalities and this judgement finished soon than later, so that things may progress as they will."

[Hatter]

The Void - Divinecon 15.2

"Aha! A voice of reason! Finally someone who agrees and lo and behold it's the Mistress of Flames herself! Ha! Here I thought we would never agree upon anything and you would be forever at my throat!" Ahn clears his throat as he turns into a human-sized green-skinned devil. He looked at Skreechy and gave the goblin a wide fang-filled grin. "Hurry up and make your vote. Quit stalling. Remember, Skreechy, you belong to the MadHouse."

[Ralasha]

The Void - Divinecon 15.2

"Aha! A voice of reason! Finally someone who agrees and lo and behold it's the Mistress of Flames herself! Ha! Here I thought we would never agree upon anything and you would be forever at my throat!" Ahn clears his throat as he turns into a human-sized green-skinned devil. He looked at Skreechy and gave the goblin a wide fang-filled grin. "Hurry up and make your vote. Quit stalling. Remember, Skreechy, you belong to the MadHouse."

Ignus smirks, "Choose everyone and no one will be angry. Choose someone specific and there will be many that will be upset with you. Keeping in mind that we are ghods, and that there was no rule stating you cannot choose everyone. Plus, it will make a funny prank on the one that made you judge. Since it will have been unexpected. I'll even give you a boon."

[Hatter]

Ignus smirks, "Choose everyone and no one will be angry. Choose someone specific and there will be many that will be upset with you. Keeping in mind that we are ghods, and that there was no rule stating you cannot choose everyone. Plus, it will make a funny prank on the one that made you judge. Since it will have been unexpected. I'll even give you a boon."

"She has a point, Skreechy. Ha! Whatever you do though, hurry up! Make your decision!"

[Zelphas]

The Void - Divinecon 15.2

"Aha! A voice of reason! Finally someone who agrees and lo and behold it's the Mistress of Flames herself! Ha! Here I thought we would never agree upon anything and you would be forever at my throat!" Ahn clears his throat as he turns into a human-sized green-skinned devil. He looked at Skreechy and gave the goblin a wide fang-filled grin. "Hurry up and make your vote. Quit stalling. Remember, Skreechy, you belong to the MadHouse."

"For now," Kethneciel added quietly, waiting for the decision of the goblins.

[Toxic Mind]

Lawsblood, Axia

There is no procession, no great fanfare. One single dryad, one of her arms missing and the wound scorched and cracked like burned wood. She follows the druids, and touches each of the Trees in turn, speaking with them of this place before moving on. She welcomes the Lawforged. "I am Cassandra. I am here for the trial." she says shortly.

[Hatter]

The Frozen North- Kerx

Kerx stood at the edge of an impossibly steep cliff on the side of a frozen mountain upon the frozen north. "Sweet Dung! What was Ahn thinking when he sent poor Kerx here?" muttered the avatar as he rubbed his mitted hands together. "All for the goblin cause he says...bleh...well, I suppose we get this started!"

Kerx spent quite a few hours at it, he ripped and tore at the rocks and ice that made up the mountain and pulled out thousands of chunks, setting them to the side and when he was done, he let out a small sigh. He pulled his emerald encrusted blade out as he began floating into the air.

He stuck out his long serpentine like tongue and sliced it open before spewing blood into the air and all over the ice and stone.

The blood seeped into the chunks and before long, they began to crack and shatter as goblins stepped out into the cold Northern air with wild grins on their faces. They all turned to Kerx and they cheered with great earnest, raising their fists into the air, chanting in unison "Party! Party! Party! Party!"

"So it's a party you want? Fine! Let us have a party! Hahaha!" A long board made of wood and living ice appeared in his hand and he directed the newly created ice-goblins. He taught them how to peel ice from the Land and how to shape and form it and how to breathe life into it.

When all was said and done, all 3000 goblins had their own boards. They along with Kerx laughed and they went sliding down the mountains, laughs and cheers ripping through the night.



Goblin PAP -1(Improve goblins) Create Subrace: Ice-Goblins

Sin PAP -1 (Act through minions) Teach Populace: Ice-Crafting

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[Ralasha]

The Frozen North- Kerx

Kerx stood at the edge of an impossibly steep cliff on the side of a frozen mountain upon the frozen north. "Sweet Dung! What was Ahn thinking when he sent poor Kerx here?" muttered the avatar as he rubbed his mitted hands together. "All for the goblin cause he says...bleh...well, I suppose we get this started!"

Kerx spent quite a few hours at it, he ripped and tore at the rocks and ice that made up the mountain and pulled out thousands of chunks, setting them to the side and when he was done, he let out a small sigh. He pulled his emerald encrusted blade out as he began floating into the air.

He stuck out his long serpentine like tongue and sliced it open before spewing blood into the air and all over the ice and stone.

The blood seeped into the chunks and before long, they began to crack and shatter as goblins stepped out into the cold Northern air with wild grins on their faces. They all turned to Kerx and they cheered with great earnest, raising their fists into the air, chanting in unison "Party! Party! Party! Party!"

"So it's a party you want? Fine! Let us have a party! Hahaha!" A long board made of wood and living ice appeared in his hand and he directed the newly created ice-goblins. He taught them how to peel ice from the Land and how to shape and form it and how to breathe life into it.

When all was said and done, all 3000 goblins had their own boards. They along with Kerx laughed and they went sliding down the mountains, laughs and cheers ripping through the night.



Goblin PAP -1(Improve goblins) Create Subrace: Ice-Goblins

Sin PAP -1 (Act through minions) Teach Populace: Ice-Crafting

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Deep in the void:

Hemeliosa suddenly turns her eagle-like gaze down upon the frozen north below. Her eyes narrow in suspicion. She turns to look at Ahn, and lifts her Battle Standard, then brings it down causing a thunderous noise. "I've no issue with others playing in my territory, but would it be too much to at least announce your intentions first? Assuming of course that those are your goblins. I did not recieve even so much as a notice of presence before I felt divinity being used. Is it so odd to find it offensive that someone else walks into my home unannounced and then uses furniture?"

[Hatter]

Deep in the void:

Hemeliosa suddenly turns her eagle-like gaze down upon the frozen north below. Her eyes narrow in suspicion. She turns to look at Ahn, and lifts her Battle Standard, then brings it down causing a thunderous noise. "I've no issue with others playing in my territory, but would it be too much to at least announce your intentions first? Assuming of course that those are your goblins."

"Ice-Goblins." Said Ahn with a big wide fang-filled grin as he shifts into a raccoon in a bright red suit and top-hat. "No intention. Not everything is about trying to best another god, y'know! Ha! We're just having some fun!"

[Ralasha]

"Ice-Goblins." Said Ahn with a big wide fang-filled grin as he shifts into a raccoon in a bright red suit and top-hat. "No intention. Not everything is about trying to best another god, y'know! Ha! We're just having some fun!"

Hemeliosa tilts her head, "Rudeness is offensive, but not perhaps hostile. Best to keep them from the passes. My Northmen know not of their existence, and will treat them as hostiles until I have decided, and inform them as to whether or not to do so."

[Hatter]

"Best to keep them from the passes. My Northmen know not of their existence, and will treat them as hostiles until I have decided, and inform them as to whether or not to do so."

Ahn laughs "I'll let them know! Or maybe not! Haha! Maybe a few dying off would be good for them! It's all about the party when it comes to goblins! Might be that your Northmen could learn a thing or two! Haha!"

[Ralasha]

Ahn laughs "I'll let them know! Or maybe not! Haha! Maybe a few dying off would be good for them! It's all about the party when it comes to goblins! Might be that your Northmen could learn a thing or two! Haha!"

Hemeliosa merely raises a single immaculate eyebrow.

[Hatter]

Hemeliosa merely raises a single immaculate eyebrow.

And Ahn merely grins a wide grin at the goddess.

[Shmee]

Ignus smirks, "Choose everyone and no one will be angry. Choose someone specific and there will be many that will be upset with you. Keeping in mind that we are ghods, and that there was no rule stating you cannot choose everyone. Plus, it will make a funny prank on the one that made you judge. Since it will have been unexpected. I'll even give you a boon."

Skreechy rubs his dirty hands "Oooo! Bribes! I like you already!" however he needed to buy the other Goblins some time. Come to think of it... those two bastards better not be trying to double cross him and leave him stranded here. "ALRIGHT THEN! I SHALL BE JUDGING YOU ALL ON HOW GENEROUS OR STINGY YOU SHALL BE WITH YOUR BRIBES! If everyone can bribe, then that gives everyone a fair chance..." he says throwing a sly glance at Kethneciel "COMMON THEN INSIGNIFICANT GODLINGS! SHOWER ME WITH YOUR GIFTS!" He starts looking around for the quickest exit.




If the Lawforged were surprised, they recovered quickly. Within a few minutes, a comprehensive list of Axia's rules regarding contracts were in D'vil's hands, and a small group of hopeful deal-makers waited alongside the condemned. The devils were told that they may make deals or not and torture the prisoners or not, whichever pleases them, so long as they were to the trial on time.

D'Vils Advocaat runs through the rules given to him and discusses it with is brethren "Oh dear. I can smell a landslide of lawsuits all the way from here. No no no no. It can't work like this. First of all, we'll need signed and stamped documentation granting us diplomatic immunity as we are representing a sovereign of a foreign state. Then we would require that each of these prisoners sign a waver specifically relieving us and our client from any responsibilities and claims should they experience any bodily harm or in general something unpleasant. Furthermore, each condemned is to be declared personally responsible for attending their own trial. Then lastly, we are lawyers. Yes we are devils, and yes we are evil. No point in being monstrous about it. If you require torturers or jailers we can get you in contact with some of our other brethren who are more suited for the task. Of course once the contract is signed we will be getting our commission fee of ten percent." Indeed instead of torturing the condemned, the devils where busy offering their calling card in case they wanted to be represented during the time of their trial, while offering some preliminary free advise.

The Underplayground

The Nightmare Engines had been gathered in the Underplayground since time immemorial, awaiting the Visionary's commands. All of a sudden a snow storm hails the arrival of the goddess of Winter, as she looks at these machines "Greetings. I am Kryokoli goddess of Winter, daughter of Ignus, granddaughter of Zalsaram and I have come here to answer to the Visionary's summons." she says, her voice as void of emotions as ever as she begins swinging Wintertide destroying Engine after Engine.

"Tell the Visionary that I accept his declaration of war."

[Ralasha]

Skreechy rubs his dirty hands "Oooo! Bribes! I like you already!" however he needed to buy the other Goblins some time. Come to think of it... those two bastards better not be trying to double cross him and leave him stranded here. "ALRIGHT THEN! I SHALL BE JUDGING YOU ALL ON HOW GENEROUS OR STINGY YOU SHALL BE WITH YOUR BRIBES! If everyone can bribe, then that gives everyone a fair chance..." he says throwing a sly glance at Kethneciel "COMMON THEN INSIGNIFICANT GODLINGS! SHOWER ME WITH YOUR GIFTS!" He starts looking around for the quickest exit.

Ignus holds up a hand, and it fills with fire, which slowly solidifies into something resembling crystal giving off a soft, warm, soothing light.

"You get your token after you have deemed everyone worthy. It's only fair. Think of it this way too, everyone that does not pay you now, will still owe you later, since you'll have done them a service. Some will honor the debt, others can be persuaded with time. Everyone needs something, put yourself into a position to provide it, and they will have little choice other than to repay you."

[Hatter]

The Void - Divinecon 15.2

On the other side of the complex, Squeaks and The Captain were hard at work. They almost had the cannon, quite literally all it needed was a shove but before they did so, Squeaks poked his little goggled and helmeted head up. "Hold on! We need to get Skreechy." Squeaks gave the cannon one final kick and he waved at the Captain as he drifted away towards the playground. "Make sure it gets where it's supposed to get!" Shouted Squeaks before running down the hall again. He took note of an escape pod as he made his way back to Skreechy and the Gods.

Squeaks arrived back at the Heart of the Visionary, dirty wrench in hand before rushing up to Skreechy, grabbing hold of the goblin by the back of his collar and started running back.

[Gunhaven]

Cap'n and Squeaks - Visionary
With his fellow goblin's blessing, the Cap'n gathered up the shattered remains of several engines. Slapping them together and having faith in his abilities he strapped them at the points suggested. Then, in a burst of flame, all of the rockets started at once. In a great creaking commotion the rockets strained to remove the cannons from their former home, the Cap'n hooting and hollering as the flames lick at his body.

Grenzo in the Void
Grenzo gazed down upon His children and marveled at their progress. He would take it and mold it, using their toxic waste as fuel for his eternal flame. As He enjoyed the increase in power He heard His name from the void and turned His gaze toward it, marking a faithful so that they could address it.

Grimgok - Omen Tower
Grimgok would've avoided the tower if he had a choice but he had a mission. The two brained Gaama received a shared vision from Grenzo to visit the Tower in the Sea. Thus it was with great trepidation that he grabbed the newest in personal rocketry, strapped it to his back, and set off toward the hated sea. He entered the beginnings of the void, kissing the shield that was meant to keep his Lord out, and then plummeted down toward the tower like a meteor.
Feet before he would slam into the tower he kicked the rockets back on and came to an almost bone crunching stop. He searched high and low for a place to land before settling on the top, clambering on it, and banging loudly on it. While Gok held on, Grim adjusted the speakers so Gok could yell out "Anyone home!? The Cackling Flame heard a new disciple from a good friend! He sent us; please let us in! We aren't fans of the sea below or the feeling of rain above."

Hlo - Burning Lands
Hlo felt It's fire falter slightly. The comet above drew on It's still foreign divinity, the hours that it aligned with It's big sister seeing an increase of snow, ice, and bad omens while the hours that is aligned with It's rival saw an increase in rains that sometimes bordered on monsoons. Those that were aware of That Which Lights the Way saw this new omen and felt ill for what could possibly come.

Grenzo: 7; Chaos, Cultist, Goblin, Sin PAPs; Cauldron Charge, MIC Charge
4=7-3: Gain Craft Domain via Power Plants, Air Separation Facilities, and Mardu Industrial Complex, Factories Portfolio.
1=4-3: Raise DR to 14. Actions Taken: Craft (Factories)

Hlo: 3; Moon, Sin PAP; The Sun and the Comet
0=3-3: Gain Winter Domain. Actions taken - Create Artifact "Comet (Pestilence)" Even worse winters when the two align, Create Organization "Seekers of the Ice" A group of cold using shamans bound by their pact to ice.

[Lady Tialait]

Gods: The Gathering

The Visionary shook, "Enough delays!" Five scepters themed after the thrones appear in the center of the throne room. The goblins are forced to stand next to it. "Give the scepter to the chosen being. I grow impatient."

[Ralasha]

Gods: The Gathering

The Visionary shook, "Enough delays!" Five scepters themed after the thrones appear in the center of the throne room. The goblins are forced to stand next to it. "Give the scepter to the chosen being. I grow impatient."

"See, you took too long. And now the city which is unworthy has changed the rules, so that you can not get all of the things." :smallsigh:

[Hatter]

The Void - Divinecon 15. 2

"Sir, yessir!" squeaked the helmeted goblin as he jumped to his feet.

Squeaks immediately grabbed the scepter of twisted steel, jagged spikes folding upon themselves and pointing out at odd angles. This scepter, he rushed over to Hemeliosa and offered it to her with a wide grin on his face. "For you, Ma'am! For you!"

[Hatter]

The Void - Divinecon 15.2

The little helmed goblin immediately ran back to the scepters. He grabbed the scepter which spewed smog and poured oil. He ran with it to TukTuk and squeaked "For Grenzo!"

[Ralasha]

The Void - Divinecon 15. 2

"Sir, yessir!" squeaked the helmeted goblin as he jumped to his feet.

Squeaks immediately grabbed the scepter of twisted steel, jagged spikes folding upon themselves and pointing out at odd angles. This scepter, he rushed over to Hemeliosa and offered it to her with a wide grin on his face. "For you, Ma'am! For you!"

Hemeliosa looks at her new Scepter quizzically. An indecipherable expression on her face. She walks over and sits on the throne appointed to her. In monotone she speaks: "I suppose that makes this seat mine."

[Gunhaven]

Divinecon 15.2
TukTuk grasped the specter. With a laugh he tossed it in the air and cartwheeled to the throne, catching it once again. He grins at Squeaky and Hemeliosa and then turned to those present, yelling out "It's time for us to have some fun!" He grins at the three avatars and added "One of you three! How do you make your Engines? That Which Produces wishes to look upon them." He then scampered up onto his throne and awaited the blueprints or methods to make his own engines.

[Lady Tialait]

Divinecon 15.2
TukTuk grasped the specter. With a laugh he tossed it in the air and cartwheeled to the throne, catching it once again. He grins at Squeaky and Hemeliosa and then turned to those present, yelling out "It's time for us to have some fun!" He grins at the three avatars and added "One of you three! How do you make your Engines? That Which Produces wishes to look upon them." He then scampered up onto his throne and awaited the blueprints or methods to make his own engines.

Jin answers the question asked him with a series of clicks and chitters, the other two Avatars nod to the answer.

[Gunhaven]

Divinecon 15.2
Cap'n is the next to approach the specters. He grabs the one covered in pustules and with a grin handed it to Ahn, saying "'ere ye go, matey! Fittin' fer ye t' be sittin'!" He stumbled back to the scepters and took one that was plain, ebony wood. He looked at the gathered gods before casually tossing it to Skreetchy and said "Fittin' me matey gets one!"

[Hatter]

The Void - Divinecon 15.2

Ahn took the scepter in hand, staring down at the details. He rubbed his fingers across the shaft that appeared to be paper-thin flesh strung over a pair of bones that were strapped together with some sort of tendon. He then examined the scepters head, a bloody and warped humanoid skull of unknown origin.

A wicked grin crossed Ahn's face as he moved towards the corresponding throne, shifting into a bald and bearded gnome once again, draped in black leather armor. He took his seat with a wicked fang-filled grin upon his face, his cane held between his dangling legs that didn't reach the floor and his ugly scepter firmly held in his other hand.

"Well! That was only to be expected! Ha! Haha!"

[Shmee]

Skreechy's Judgment

"VERY WELL THEN! I SHALL BE MAKING THE FINAL AND MOST IMPORTANT CHOICE BY USING A CALCULATED AND SCIENTIFIC APPROACH! PREPARE TO BE AMAZED PEONS!" He yells while throwing his arms in the air. Taking a dramatic deep breath, he places a dirty palm over his eyes, and one can hear him mutter

"Eeny meeny... no wait I judged you unworthy... miny... didn't you die?... moe... ah I might as well make this interesting... "


I'm going to roll to see who gets the last seat!

1)Ignus
2)Pernieth
3)Kethneciel
4)Rosian
5)Mother Nosh
6)Dreg Oleg
7)Jin
8)Greed god
9) The Cosmic Mother (cause lol)
10) Kryokoli (cause even more lol)

[roll0]

[Durmatagno]

The Void Divinecon 15.2

"Well then, I guess there's nothing keeping me here now."

Rosian said before disappearing from The Void, and reappearing high in the air over The Frozen north.

The Frozen North Rosian

Choosing a small settlement, Rosian ripples his white cloak until it locks onto a brown, travel-looking form, and sets down. For now, he'd wonder the mortal world, hearing their stories, their music, and seeing everything it could. As he started into the settlement, he let some energy drain from him to, hopefully, make him a little harder to find, and in doing so, altered his very nature.

(Prerequisites3 - AP Create Nourishment Utility Artifact (Cloak of Stars, The Black Cloak)

1 - AP (4 Total) Pestilence, Twilight Curse (Darkness over The Playground, brighter, more colorful cosmic bodies/events that draw the eye)

1 - AP (5 Total, prerequisite met) Nourishment, Aurora Rebirth (The darkness lasts only three months, and happens only every fifteen years, sends off with a brilliant aurora across the whole of the world, so people normally to far away from the poles will see them, and stops the world from growing to cold in this time, as if it was merely early spring)



2 - AP Gain Portfolio, Night. With this act, Rosian has established a connection to the night, a time of both peace, and horror.

3 AP - Gain Domain: Darkness (Night is the portfolio, in prerequisite above)

[Zelphas]

Gathered Gods--Divinecon 2.0

As soon as the final scepter is given out. Kethneciel nods and turns to go. "The...judgment...is complete. I must be about my business."


Lawsblood, Axia

There is no procession, no great fanfare. One single dryad, one of her arms missing and the wound scorched and cracked like burned wood. She follows the druids, and touches each of the Trees in turn, speaking with them of this place before moving on. She welcomes the Lawforged. "I am Cassandra. I am here for the trial." she says shortly.

The Lawforged allow her time to converse with each tree as she moves down the walkway, honored that the personal avatar of Pernieth has come for this trial. Talking with the trees, Cassandra would find that each tree had a more...rigid mindset than she would be accustomed to, though they are still healthy and speak with the dryad warmly. Before long, Cassandra finds herself in the primary judgment hall of Axia. She is led to a table and a seat to the right of the Marut that stands in judgment.


D'Vils Advocaat runs through the rules given to him and discusses it with is brethren "Oh dear. I can smell a landslide of lawsuits all the way from here. No no no no. It can't work like this. First of all, we'll need signed and stamped documentation granting us diplomatic immunity as we are representing a sovereign of a foreign state. Then we would require that each of these prisoners sign a waver specifically relieving us and our client from any responsibilities and claims should they experience any bodily harm or in general something unpleasant. Furthermore, each condemned is to be declared personally responsible for attending their own trial. Then lastly, we are lawyers. Yes we are devils, and yes we are evil. No point in being monstrous about it. If you require torturers or jailers we can get you in contact with some of our other brethren who are more suited for the task. Of course once the contract is signed we will be getting our commission fee of ten percent." Indeed instead of torturing the condemned, the devils where busy offering their calling card in case they wanted to be represented during the time of their trial, while offering some preliminary free advise.

Documentation guaranteeing diplomatic immunity to Pernieth and Kryokoli, and/or representatives thereof, lasting for the course of the trial and for three days afterwards, is presented to D'vil's within minutes. He can see that these documents are extensive, and signed by Larut II, First Forged of Axia itself.

The leader of the Lawforged contingent going by the name Yarut steps forward to address the devilish lawyers. "I apologize; you seem to have misunderstood the purpose of these prisoners. Their trials have already been concluded; this is their punishment. Knowing of Kryokoli's... proclivities towards torture, we wished to honor her by making torture victims available for her pleasure. If you do not wish to do anything to them, you are under no obligation to do so; they shall be executed as per the regular laws of Axia, in that case."

His voice does not change as he addresses the final bit of D'Vils' statement. "Good and Evil are immaterial in Axia; it is law that matters here, above all else. If you wish to discuss a prisoner transfer fee or trade agreement of some sort, that business may be looked over after the trial has finished."

Once the devils are properly satisfied with their negotiations, they are taken to the primary judgment hall of Lawsblood, and directed to a long table with several chairs fitting for their forms on the left side of the judgment seat.

When both parties are seated and arranged, Marut II begins the trial. "This trial concerns the validity of the claim of Kryokoli, goddess of Winter, over the First Tree, the creation of Pernieth, god of Plants. The trial shall go as follows; each side will be allowed a preliminary statement, followed by presentation of evidence. A short debate shall follow, ending with each side's concluding statements. Throughout all of this, I will relay this information to my Master; once the trial is concluded, he will deliver his verdict.

"Any falsehood from either side shall result in that side's forfeiture of the case. Any manipulation of evidence from either side shall result in that side's forfeiture of the case. Any attack of once side upon the other, whether direct or indirect, shall result in that side's forfeiture of the case." Marut II falls silent for a moment, before turning to Cassandra. "Cassandra. Thy master, Pernieth, called for this trial to be made; therefore, it falls to thee to begin the opening statements. The representatives of Kryokoli--" it continues, turning to D'Vils' and the rest, "Shall have the final say. Begin."

[Ralasha]

The Void: A Crowd of Gods:

Ignus turns and returns from whence she was speaking with Kethneciel.

Hemeliosa looks at her scepter, still held in her hand. An eyebrow raised. She shrugs, and looks down onto the playground from her new throne.

She rises from her seat, and suddenly plummets towards the ground below. Sword sheathed, standard in hand like a spear. Her wing unfurled for steering as she drops like a projectile shot from a cannon. A visible ring of vacuum pressure forms behind her, all across the playground a bright star falling is seen, a wave of pressure is seen moving across the surface, creating an earth shaking boom. Followed by a bright flash accompanied by a boom that shakes heaven and earth as she lands in the mountains in which the goblins play.

Though she lands with all her force, there is no damage, and no landslide or avalanche begins. Instead, there she stands, atop the peak, staring down at the goblins, appraising them. Her standard is held to one side angled oiutwards, her scepter pointed down towards the ground in her other hand.

[Hatter]

The Frozen North - Hemeliosa, 3,000 Ice-Goblins

The Ice-Goblins were boarding along the side of the mountain range, the combined sound of 3,000 Ice-Goblins, hootering, hollaring, cheering, whooping and shouting at each other carried through the wind.

When Hemeliosa performed her impressive landing, quite a few ice-goblins noticed the falling star, the bright light and the resounding boom.

"Whoa!" "Dude! Check it, homie!" "Holy cow!" "Totally rad!"

When all settled, all 3,000 goblins stood still. All beady little red eyes pointed towards the peak and silence reigned across the little blue goblins in furs.

Then after a few moments, every single one of the 3,000 mouths moved together to create a resounding.

"Whoooaaaaaa!!!!...."

[Hatter]

Sanctum, The Madhouse - Birth

Edit: OOC - the original write-up sounded really stupid...so...rewrite!

Deep in the bowels of Ahn's Santum stood a pool of Ethanol, long forgotten within a twisted tunnel of deadly vines and rotted roots. Around the pond stood a group of twisted creatures known as Corrupted Solars. Lukus, the first of his kind led them, they stood 13 in total. Whispered chants in a twisted and corrupted tongue echoed through the darkness.

One of the Corrupted Solars, a creature by the name of Salem stepped forward and into the pond. He sunk his entire form in and the water began to boil.

Out emerged a massive creature standing at 15 feet tall with bulging muscles and a beastial head which was crowned in a mass of jagged horns. It's twisted grin belied a maliscious and untempered side and it spread out massive bat-like wings, it's body wreathed in flames and certain death.

So was born the first of the Balor. The first of many to come from the twisted depths of the Sanctum.


-1PAP Chaos (Create Chaos): Create Subrace: Balor
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[Hatter]

The Void - Kerx, Grenzo

Kerx searched the Void for Grenzo and really, it wasn't all that hard for how could one ever miss a giant floating bonfire!?

Ahn's avatar came to a halt next to Grenzo, his Ice-Board still in hand, firmly locked under his armpit. He grinned at Grenzo and said "Well! That's interesting! Ahn said to send you his congradulations! He also said to ask what you plan on doing next! Ha! The irony of Zalsaram's child sitting on a throne under the Visionary! Surely there's plans afoot!"

Kerx rolled as he laughed out loud for several moments before regaining his composure...whatever of it he had to begin with. He grinned at Grenzo and stated in a no-nonsense manner. "Truly though! Ahn wants you to know that you have his support, whatever it's worth!"

[Ralasha]

The Frozen North - Hemeliosa, 3,000 Ice-Goblins

The Ice-Goblins were boarding along the side of the mountain range, the combined sound of 3,000 Ice-Goblins, hootering, hollaring, cheering, whooping and shouting at each other carried through the wind.

When Hemeliosa performed her impressive landing, quite a few ice-goblins noticed the falling star, the bright light and the resounding boom.

"Whoa!" "Dude! Check it, homie!" "Holy cow!" "Totally rad!"

When all settled, all 3,000 goblins stood still. All beady little red eyes pointed towards the peak and silence reigned across the little blue goblins in furs.

Then after a few moments, every single one of the 3,000 mouths moved together to create a resounding.

"Whoooaaaaaa!!!!...."
Hemeliosa stares down at the Goblins judgmentally. No sign of movement or emotion apparent on her face.

[thethird]

The Void - Divinecon 15.2

Zahav Zalal gives a long bow to Pernieth and Kethneciel thanking them for their input. Orders do not go further than that, but he decides to stay and keep an eye on whatever might be happening.

Eucle, Yrhzallus, Marut IV--Dream Neutral Ground
As both gods play their game the dream starts to change around the Marut. The Visionary's corruption has spread to some of the trees and as they turned to metal so did their dreams. Wraith wood acquired a metallic sheen. Changing from one hue to the next. Bladed edges interlocked with the branches and started to fight back at the Marut's proding.

The dream was in turmoil. It had been built from Neutral Ground itself, and now with the city evacuated from younger life only the old trees, skeletons and spirits of the dream remained. And they weren't to be trampled. Not after the closest thing they had to an existence in the material was under attack.

An insectile yet draconic head, it's maw rivetted with two long barbel, extended from the nothingness towards the Marut. It's neck was long and lost in the dream, but if one where to fully follow it it would connect to the prosperity god. The draconic jaw opening as it struck the constructs left leg and raised him upwards. Rusty smoke started to nag as the creature's breath ate away the armor and leg. Upside down the construct had a great view of another similar head sprouting from the ground opening wide to devour him. The head stopped just short of the metallic face and observed it with curiosity.

"You... you are the one that came to the darkness. Aren't you? I had mistaken you from one of the Visionary's pests. Apologies. What do you want? If your master wishes to summon me again, I shall regret to inform you that for as long as the Visionary remains a threat at my door I'm not leaving."

Grimgok, Leh - Omen Tower

The doors open, tall and wide able to easily accomodate a three hundred feet tall creature. They are pulled inwards by two gigantic constructs, sung from psychic wraithwood and piloted by a pair of twins each. The mechs that had followed Aks & Leh's stolen prototype was now in full throttle. On the ground at the constructs legs, forming two thick lines at both sides there are armored moongrel soldiers, wearing armors a mixture of wood and chitin that is all too alive, behind them there are constructs Barrakolari being the most common but each of the war machines devised by the mech goddess' followers is in attendance.

Marching from the other side garbed with a simple soldier's uniform and with a steely pace advanced Leh.

"What business does push you to venture the waves?"

Lylien - Lylien, Ask, Tiamat

Both Lylien and Ask look at each other in a moment of confusion. They hadn't known that. Had the cosmic mother been an enemy? An enemy that they had tried to wake and throw at his father? There was a saying, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. But what if the enemy of my enemy was still my enemy? Or what if their father's line had been the common enemy. Perhaps they had had it all wrong.

Ask left, somber, her face and expression in shadows. Lylien didn't try to stop her, it was not in her power, and turned to Tiamat.

"If your mother's wakening won't protect the children it's better to let her sleep. She won't be praid to again."

With Lylien's new found confidence she grew stronger.



Eucle 4 AP 2 PAP

Lylien 6 AP 1 PAP

6 AP Two raise rank actions: (Joining the moon pantheon 1 AP, Creating mechs 2 AP, creating utility artifact (create concept) 3 AP)

New divine rank 4

{D} Redundant Protocols: Turning the mech goddess down is difficult with redundancies and overlapping systems.

0 AP 1 PAP remaining

[Hatter]

The Frozen North- Hemeliosa, 3,000 Ice-Goblins

"Hey! Check it out! It's a chika, Big Homie!" shouted out one of the goblins next to the largest of them all with a spyglass pressed against his eye.

"No way! Let me see! Gimmie!" BIg Homie snatched the spyglass from his minion and pointed it towards the peak. "Hey! It's a chika!" He immediately shouted over the heads of the 3,000 ice-goblins and word spread like wildfire, a good number even produced their own spyglasses.

"Hey yo, Chika!"

"Whooooo! Chicka!"

"Hey! Yo! Hey! Check it out!"

"Chachacika!"

"Hooooooyeah!"

Mysterious Lake, Eldarond - Kith, Landro

"Bloody nutbag, eh? Fine.. I won't tell anyone about this place but I'm keeping my memories."

[Gunhaven]

Grimgok and Leh - Omen Tower
Grimgok scurried in and looked back fearfully, Gok saying "We hate the seas. That Which Fuels heard His name and sent us to investigate. We wish to know why you wish to speak to Him." Grim took control over the motors then and quickly sent the Gaama scurrying deeper within the Tower to avoid the possibility of rain.

TukTuk upon his Throne - Visionary
TukTuk tsk'd at the response. Instead he dropped down from his throne and hunted down a few broken Engines. With each one he grasped firmly and chucked them at the Playground, muttering "They'll figure it out. Damn worthless chittering." He then jumped up to his throne and said to Ahn "Let's see what they do with those, Brother!"

Grenzo and Kerx - The Void
Grenzo cackled as the Engines and cannons flew by the floating deity and avatar. He turned to Kerx and said "I plan on protecting My father. Using that pompous ass's developments will just be bonus in my eyes. Stories have started before this and with this we will see his ichor repurposed." He grins as He turns to look down as the gifts from the Visionary smash into His father.

Krenko-Ka City
The cannons plummeted down and smashed upon the island. Within minutes crews were sent out to assess the still hot weaponry before they were gathered up. The cannons were then strapped to the city in a haphazard way before a test fire was launched. Unfortunately the energy from the city wasn't enough...yet. The goblins set to work on the newest problem as they scrambled to get the weapons firing before the Visionary took notice of the missing cannons.

Mardu Industrial Complex - Shivian Plains
The Nightmare Engines smashed into the volcano that the Complex was built into. Within seconds the ichor that powered the machines began to leak into the surrounding ash fields, eating away flesh and replacing it with metal. Fortunately the Mardu didn't take notice of the change, beings of metal already, and began to tear into the machines in search of how to incorporate the engines into their own creations in that drive to improve on existing systems.
As they tinkered the Complex began to pump out additional ichor into the surrounding land. Those exposed saw a similar effect as when the Visionary's Cannon struck the moon as flesh was replaced by metal. Yet it wasn't still like the statues, instead the metal allowing the same movements of old. Months after the first outbreak of ichor poisoning the Mardu had even managed to improve on the old movements by using ethanol as a hydraulic fluid within the cybernetics, helping the muscles of old provide an increased output that wouldn't be possible with the worthless flesh before. As an added side effect the Daashor were better able to heal those blessed by the ichor since the cybernetic parts responded better to the electric shocks they took a liking to better than flesh ever did.

Grenzo: 1; Chaos, Cultist, Goblin, Sin PAP; Cauldron, MIC Charge
MIC: The ichor of the Visionary changes the flesh of those that touch it into metal, much as the radiation did on the Moon. Yet unlike the statues of old...
Cauldron: The metal moves. With the ethanol provided by the Cauldron of Endless Firewater the output of the cybernetics that use it as a means to push and pull the bits and bobs find that output is even better than with simple flesh.

Hlo: 0; Moon, Sin PAP; Sun and Comet?

[thethird]

Omen Tower - Grimgok and Leh

The goblins weren't considered enemies. Yet having them here before it was time could be problematic, it could also of course be a great boon. By having the flame given to them the chances to release Ulvin from his frozen prison would greatly increase.

So perhaps it was better to ask it directly.

"The daughter of the one who fought against the crakling flame traped a god in ice. In order to release it, ice melting flames are going to be necessary. Your patron's and others."

Mysterious Lake, Eldarond - Kith, Landro

Landro shrugs.

"That will suffice, if by the end of your life you haven't shared what you learned today a mask will be handled to you. If not. Well. Won't matter."

Divinecon 15.2 - (A Wild Contender Appears!) Ask

The avatar wears her blingy uniform, dressed with the void navy uniform, her chinos and her vest along with the admiral's hat. While her hands are empty her sash holds an ornamented dueling pistol and cutlass.

"My name is Ask." She points an accusatory finger at the Visionary "You attacked the moon and my people. Prepare to profusely apologize!

[Hatter]

Divinecon 15. 2

Sitting upon his throne, Ahn grinned at the sight of Ask and her blingy uniform. "Well! This ought to be good! Take a look, TukTuk! The Calvary is here! Ha! Haha!"

The Void- Kerx, Grenzo

Kerx laughed and laughed and laughed "Yes! Yes! This will be grand indeed! Ahn will be waiting for the opportune time or times and he will aid accordingly! Just keep in touch Mr. Grenzo and you wont be disappointed! "

Kerx disappeared from Grenzo's side, his laughter echoing long after he had left.

[Lady Tialait]

The Gathered Gods


The Great city moves, and a beam of light pulls Ask from the group, quickly tossing the annoyance into a factory, smoke billowing out from the top of the factory. Dred Olg grins at this, and moves to join the mortal who had been thrown in.


Matron Nosh moves to the center of the throne room, "You have been chosen by mortals and Gods to be the true divines. Your thrones represent a concept of perfection, and you will be responsible for it's guardianship and agenda. As per this moment, the Visionary no longer considers legacy. One can either be with the Thrones or against them, past actions and parentage does not matter." Matron Nosh turns to the trio of goblins who had chosen the Divinities, "You have done your job, and you were here to take the secondary cannon array. For your service, you will be allowed to stay with the Visionary and man the great weapons found here." Again she turned to the thrones, "Who will be speaker of the divinities?"

[Shmee]

The Gathered Gods


The Great city moves, and a beam of light pulls Ask from the group, quickly tossing the annoyance into a factory, smoke billowing out from the top of the factory. Dred Olg grins at this, and moves to join the mortal who had been thrown in.


Matron Nosh moves to the center of the throne room, "You have been chosen by mortals and Gods to be the true divines. Your thrones represent a concept of perfection, and you will be responsible for it's guardianship and agenda. As per this moment, the Visionary no longer considers legacy. One can either be with the Thrones or against them, past actions and parentage does not matter." Matron Nosh turns to the trio of goblins who had chosen the Divinities, "You have done your job, and you were here to take the secondary cannon array. For your service, you will be allowed to stay with the Visionary and man the great weapons found here." Again she turned to the thrones, "Who will be speaker of the divinities?"

A little dirty hand shoots up immediately "ME!" screams Skreechy jumping up and down in order to get noticed.




Lylien - Lylien, Ask, Tiamat

Both Lylien and Ask look at each other in a moment of confusion. They hadn't known that. Had the cosmic mother been an enemy? An enemy that they had tried to wake and throw at his father? There was a saying, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. But what if the enemy of my enemy was still my enemy? Or what if their father's line had been the common enemy. Perhaps they had had it all wrong.

Ask left, somber, her face and expression in shadows. Lylien didn't try to stop her, it was not in her power, and turned to Tiamat.

"If your mother's wakening won't protect the children it's better to let her sleep. She won't be praid to again."

With Lylien's new found confidence she grew stronger.


"Fool! Just because our Mother slumbers, do you think she is incapable of effecting the world?" snaps Tiamat "Why do you think she gave birth to me? Since the earliest days of the Playground the Dragons have been guiding the mortals of this world. In the ancient days we did so openly, and we were masters of the Playground. Now, my draconic brethren still offer their strength and aid to the mortals, but in more... lets say subtle ways."

[Gunhaven]

TukTuk and the Divinities - Live at the Visionary
TukTuk tsk'd at the yanking away of Ask and waste of potential. He then turned and smiled as Skreechy offering to be the speaker, saying "A good choice as any! I second Skreechy!"

Grimgok and Lea - Omen Tower
Grim remembered the tales of Kyrokoli and why you never ran away as a kid and the tales of Ignus and the change she wrought when she stole the Cleansing Light. Gok however was from before that time, stored for a touch too long and almost pickled when he was put in the mech. A full minute passed with a low static sound emitting from the Gaama until finally Gok said "I haven't heard the tales but he insists they are real. He says the Cackling Flame somehow lost that bout. He says that if you want the Cleansing Light to help melt the ice that He needs your help in first getting His light back." While Gok talked Grim messed with the modulator, making references to Gok sound squeaky, references to Grenzo boom loud and clear, references to the fight that saw his fire stolen forlorn, and references to Grim smug and superior.

[Zelphas]

Eucle, Yrhzallus, Marut IV--Dream Neutral Ground
As both gods play their game the dream starts to change around the Marut. The Visionary's corruption has spread to some of the trees and as they turned to metal so did their dreams. Wraith wood acquired a metallic sheen. Changing from one hue to the next. Bladed edges interlocked with the branches and started to fight back at the Marut's proding.

The dream was in turmoil. It had been built from Neutral Ground itself, and now with the city evacuated from younger life only the old trees, skeletons and spirits of the dream remained. And they weren't to be trampled. Not after the closest thing they had to an existence in the material was under attack.

An insectile yet draconic head, it's maw rivetted with two long barbel, extended from the nothingness towards the Marut. It's neck was long and lost in the dream, but if one where to fully follow it it would connect to the prosperity god. The draconic jaw opening as it struck the constructs left leg and raised him upwards. Rusty smoke started to nag as the creature's breath ate away the armor and leg. Upside down the construct had a great view of another similar head sprouting from the ground opening wide to devour him. The head stopped just short of the metallic face and observed it with curiosity.

"You... you are the one that came to the darkness. Aren't you? I had mistaken you from one of the Visionary's pests. Apologies. What do you want? If your master wishes to summon me again, I shall regret to inform you that for as long as the Visionary remains a threat at my door I'm not leaving."

The Marut protected itself from harm as much as possible, but did not fight back against the trees' dreams, preferring instead to move on to another patch of dreams.

It does not react to the bite of the wealth god, simply turning to face the second head as it speaks. "No summons," it begins, the low buzzing distorting its speech. "My master simply wished to...t-to...to clear up an error in wording. Ignus misspoke when...when...when...when she brought this case before my master. She believes that she is no...no long-longer a threat, and wishes to have her hammer returned as p-per thy agreement with her." The Marut's speech is warped and stuttering, but not from fear; it seems distracted, turning suddenly to watch some random part of the dreams around it before going back to its statements.

"She came to my master in th-the, th-the hopes to avoid conflict. My master wishes to know; what would...would convince thee that Ig-Ig-Ig-Ig-Ignus has recovered from her mad a-anger and is worthy of her hammer once more... where are they going?" The Marut suddenly interjects, watching the rapidly shifting dreams around him.

[MetaKnightFan]

Dream Neutral Ground - Eucle, Yhrzallus

The Madgod had been playing chess remaining most reticent while most panicked and expressed strong emotions over this conflict, even as Eucle confessed his doubts to him, Yhrzallus seemed unmoving, silent. Focused on the little game, despite all else. But then, he finally stood up. "Stand with you? Yes, that seems to be the question. Where does madness lie in all this? The one outside is many things for me, as you are. Am I elemental, or destructive? A destructive element? An elementary destruction? That is what puzzles us all. Perhaps...it should not be up to me to answer. Perhaps...I shall inquire he who sees through time..." And with that Yhrzallus left.

Gathered Gods

The Madgod materialized himself before the Visionary, pointing at the deity with his cane. "Father. Or...one who would be my father. I ask you now, to give an answer to the doubt which plagues myself and others. Where do you say that I belong? Who do you believe me to be? Am I brood of The World, even if my blood is yours? Am I of your kin, but simply dejected? Is Yhrzallus the name of a bastardized god of destruction, or does he stand amongst your kindred? Tell me now, many possibilities and multitudes now ironically hinge on the singularity of your answer. I care not for technicalities and in this instance uncertainty is the least of my desires. Tell me simply...what am I? Who am I, to you?"

But, to Yhrzallus' ears, the proclamation made by Matron Nosh seemed to give little doubt of its opinion. It was then that the Sorceror King finally received his answer, the one secret he did not know. If the Visionary was no longer of any kinship to him, the madgod knew where he stood. In a final nod, He gazed far into the stars, and waved his cane to the distant green gleam amidst the many stars.



"If it is peace you seek, I have created another Playground. Though few know of it's existence. In the Burning Lands in the Temple of Light, the First Temple, across from the entrance, past the First Forge lies a portal. Through this portal you will find The Planes of Fire. Be not tricked by their name. The first layer into which the Portal leads is as this world was towards the beginning... so very long ago. Before even Purity."

She sighs, a sound heavy with sentiment. "Animals, plants, birds, fish, insects... Few of the dangers here. Some of them, if minor, to keep a sense of unity among the inhabitants against those forces. Unity is important after all. Fractures in a society can cause more issues than a plague."

Zermanion, Dawn, Ignus - Dark Grove

Zermanion furrows his brow and looks at Ignus. "And do you freely offer a place for the good in this new land? Can we truly leave evil to run rampant here?" He asks. "I understand the importance of protecting our mortal children, of course...but a metal that isn't hammered by adversity will never be hardened to endure it."

Yhrzallus
14 AP (+7 from Rollover)

1 Sin Pantheon AP
1 Moon Pantheon AP
1 Cult Pantheon AP
1 Chaos Pantheon AP

1 Spire of Change Charge
1 Onyx Star (Pestilence) Charges

Active Nourishments/Pestilences
Reincarnation (All souls reincarnate - 1 AP Nourishment)
Worship the World (The abandoned people of the world subconsciously worship Zalsaram in secret - 1 AP Pestilence)
Proud Return (1 AP Nourishment: All souls of Yhrzallus's servants and those punished by him have been claimed as his property, removing Kyre's claim from them even further)
Shatter the Bonds (1 AP Nourishment: Souls once claimed by Kyre are now free, in name of neutrality and the free will of mortals and gods, going to where it's most logical for them to, or returning as undead, haunts or being stored in phylacteries.)
Empower The World (1 AP Nourishment: Some souls, those more aligned with Elemental powers are now going to the Belly of the Beast instead of Erebus, in order to further
the World's revival.)
Dark Omen (Mortals blessed with oracle-like powers sense a terrible omen, but the details are hazy - 1 AP pestilence)
Peace in the Land of the Deluded (A strong sanctuary effect is in action in Ithilbar. Mortals from outside Ithilbar suffer from its effects)

Manifest Zones
Aurora of Chaos (Deepest Reaches influence zone in the Onyx Star)

Soul Claims
Yhrzallus' claim on the souls of the Mad = 2 (1 from Shatter the Bonds + 1 from Proud Return)
Elemental aligned souls = 2 (1 from Shatter the Bonds + 1 from Empower The World)
Souls in general = 1 (from Shatter the Bonds)

Zermanion
3 AP from Rollover

1 Pantheon of Goodly Protection AP

1 Brutal Warhammer Charge

[thethird]

Lylien - Lylien, Tiamat

Lylien raises an amused eyebrow at Tiamat. Then she turns and starts walking slowly ignoring the draconic avatar.

"Thank you, you are dismissed."

Omen Tower - Grimgok, Leh, Mal

Leh raises a hand silencing the Aram.

You'll have to excuse me. My sister goes to battle, and she needs of me." He sounds less than he did before, as if he was somehow diminished. He stares aimlessly for a moment. Then leaves wandering towards the interior of the tower dragging his steps like a sad soul.

No soon has the half avatar left when a mechanized moongrel appears. His body is heavily augmented with the moongrel's psychic wraithwood, many legs carry his weight across the corridors and four arms sprout from his torso. Three of them are artificial while one remain that is still an original. His face is hidden behind a mixture of cloak, mask and graft. Atop him a skeleton's uper torso shines with multifaceted colors.

"Leave the gods do their gods thing. Let the engineers do the engineering. Now... do you want to see something? Share designs as we did last time? I hope what I shared with you proved useful, although judging by the golems it was."

The Visionary's factory - Ask, Dred Olg

Ask kicks her new place with rage. She had come to demand an apology. And she was going to get one. When the Visionary's avatar came to face her she screamed. She was dirty with oil, her nice clothes torn, her flesh attacked by metal and filigree. Part of what was her was gone. She let a scream of pure elated fear. Then she cracked laughing.

"Let me tell you this. I'm not trapped in here with you. You are trapped in here with me!"

She calls for the dreams and nightmares. She knows what the true substance of them is. Among the Visionary's line one had already had a taste of them. She had been ignored. Her fear been cause for mockery among her kin. And now she is about to show them how misplaced the mockery truly was. She was damn well going to get the apology.

She gathered the dreams and let them roam among the factory, growing all too strong as they trash and cut turning reality into madness.

Ask is casting manifest planar zone linked to Verovan (as per the psionics domain spell), and weird (as per the dream domain spell)

Dream Neutral Ground - Eucle, Yhrzallus

When his brother spoke he lifted a weight from his shoulders. When he left he looked outside. And paled.

What was that damned girl doing?

Dream Neutral Ground - Eucle, Marut IV

The prosperity god himself walked to the upside down Marut, even as the creature's leg was turn to rust the god catch him before his fall. A new golden leg, made from dreamstuff was put in place.

"Yes. She misspoke. Anyone who calls others a thief without basis, anyone who makes others jump through hoops, is anyone who is not being wholy honest. You are an unreliable narrator. You are not her. But tell her. Insulting me is not the proper way to avoid conflict."

The marut is thrown across the dream like a ragdoll and the god draws both hammer and tetsubo.

"As for your other question. The dreams are going to my daughter. She is calling them. It won't be safe outside, don't try to follow."

Gathered Gods

Eucle stands radiant and armed by his brother side. Both his weapons are flaming, the metal heated white. His ornate kimono flows at an uneartly breeze, revealing the rust armor below it. The golden mask in his pauldrons contort themselves in an expression of rage. Two draconic heads spring from his shoulders exhaling a rusty cloud around the furious god. Many hands float around him, forming and coalescing at his back like wings' feathers. He raises the Tetsubo in his left and signals towards the Visionary.

"You wanted to see me. You attacked my people. You attacked my home. You took my daughter hostage. Release her. Now. Pay your debts. Or I'll pay mine."

The Visionary's factory - Ask, Dred Olg

Ask shudders and laughs.

"Now you made him angry. You won't like that."

She stumbles at the Visionary's metallic corruption eating her away turning her into a metallic statue.

[Shmee]

Lylien - Lylien, Tiamat

Lylien raises an amused eyebrow at Tiamat. Then she turns and starts walking slowly ignoring the draconic avatar.

"Thank you, you are dismissed."



Tiamat shrugs and proceeds to leave. That's what she gets for answering a godling's call. Needless to say she would not forget this slight any time soon. But she had far more important things to do.



"You wanted to see me. You attacked my people. You attacked my home. You took my daughter hostage. Release her. Now. Pay your debts. Or I'll pay mine."


Skreechy watches as Eucle makes his appearance. Of course amongst the gathered gods, who would pay attention to a little fouls smelling Goblin? So naturally Skreechy wanted to take advantage of this as he nudges his Goblin companions and whispers to them.

"Hey... hey... Peons...you know what would be fun? Lets shoot that guy with our brand new cannon." all the while not taking his eyes of Eucle.

[Durmatagno]

The Visionary's factory - Ask, Dred Olg

Ask kicks her new place with rage. She had come to demand an apology. And she was going to get one. When the Visionary's avatar came to face her she screamed. She was dirty with oil, her nice clothes torn, her flesh attacked by metal and filigree. Part of what was her was gone. She let a scream of pure elated fear. Then she cracked laughing.

"Let me tell you this. I'm not trapped in here with you. You are trapped in here with me!"

She calls for the dreams and nightmares. She knows what the true substance of them is. Among the Visionary's line one had already had a taste of them. She had been ignored. Her fear been cause for mockery among her kin. And now she is about to show them how misplaced the mockery truly was. She was damn well going to get the apology.

She gathered the dreams and let them roam among the factory, growing all too strong as they trash and cut turning reality into madness.

Ask is casting manifest planar zone linked to Verovan (as per the psionics domain spell), and weird (as per the dream domain spell)

The Visionary's factory - Ask, Dred Olg

Ask shudders and laughs.

"Now you made him angry. You won't like that."

She stumbles at the Visionary's metallic corruption eating her away turning her into a metallic statue.

Somewhere in The Frozen North

Stopping in midstep, Rosian raised his head, slightly puzzled. After a moment of debate, he sighed and let his cloak ripple back to white as he stepped into nothingness, reappearing elsewhere in reality.

The Visonary's Factory - Ask, Dread Olg, Rosian

Coming out just a little bit away from the two of them, Rosian takes a look around before speaking.

"May one of you be so kind as to tell me what's going on here?"

His hood was down this time, face fully visible, and his rapier wasn't tucked under the cloak, but in plain sight. His silver eyes moved between the two, waiting for an answer.

[Ralasha]

Zermanion, Dawn, Ignus (Avatar) - Dark Grove

Zermanion furrows his brow and looks at Ignus. "And do you freely offer a place for the good in this new land? Can we truly leave evil to run rampant here?" He asks. "I understand the importance of protecting our mortal children, of course...but a metal that isn't hammered by adversity will never be hardened to endure it."

Ignus nods, "I offer a place for any that wish it." She tilts her head to one side, "The only way to truly defeat evil is if we all work together against it, which I do not believe possible. Without evil, there is no good. Without light there is no shadow, without darkness there is no light. As to being hardened... An alloy mixed and poured to mould it can be stronger than that which is made upon an anvil. You cannot mix metals to make superior materials with a hammer. At least not as a mortal. Cast Iron, as my hammer is, cannot be made without pouring it, yet such a metal is very difficult to damage, even compared to the hardiest of steels, make a steel too hard and it shatters. Make Cast iron, and it is harder than steel, but does not shatter." She shrugs, "I believe my people capable of enduring. They have been formed and moulded, hammered and shaped, tempered and sharpened."



Gathered Gods

Eucle stands radiant and armed by his brother side. Both his weapons are flaming, the metal heated white. His ornate kimono flows at an uneartly breeze, revealing the rust armor below it. The golden mask in his pauldrons contort themselves in an expression of rage. Two draconic heads spring from his shoulders exhaling a rusty cloud around the furious god. Many hands float around him, forming and coalescing at his back like wings' feathers. He raises the Tetsubo in his left and signals towards the Visionary.

"You wanted to see me. You attacked my people. You attacked my home. You took my daughter hostage. Release her. Now. Pay your debts. Or I'll pay mine."

From the hammer comes a whisper, as though from the flames, "If you require help, I will assist. If that time comes, release my hammer. It is all I ask."

[Gunhaven]

The Divinites - Live at the Visionary
Cap'n opened his mouth to talk before he was interrupted by TukTuk jumping down to the gathered goblins. He wrapped an arm around Skreechy and the fellow Aram, saying "Eucle has been a friend. Let's shoot the cannons at that spider lady instead!" With that he decided that if a battle was going to happen it wasn't going to be in this dreary arena. The room turned neon pink, the thrones hunter's orange, and the oils turning into purple butterfly-like creatures.

[Shmee]

The Divinites - Live at the Visionary
Cap'n opened his mouth to talk before he was interrupted by TukTuk jumping down to the gathered goblins. He wrapped an arm around Skreechy and the fellow Aram, saying "Eucle has been a friend. Let's shoot the cannons at that spider lady instead!" With that he decided that if a battle was going to happen it wasn't going to be in this dreary arena. The room turned neon pink, the thrones hunter's orange, and the oils turning into purple butterfly-like creatures.

Skreechy continues to whisper "Yeah, but the loud one is threatening our organization already... WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO ARGUE... lets just shoot something... tell you what... we'll play 'paper, rock, scissors' to see who gets to decide. Best out of three."


Here is how it will work:
1= paper
2= rock
3= scissors

[roll0]

[Ralasha]

The Frozen North- Hemeliosa, 3,000 Ice-Goblins

"Hey! Check it out! It's a chika, Big Homie!" shouted out one of the goblins next to the largest of them all with a spyglass pressed against his eye.

"No way! Let me see! Gimmie!" BIg Homie snatched the spyglass from his minion and pointed it towards the peak. "Hey! It's a chika!" He immediately shouted over the heads of the 3,000 ice-goblins and word spread like wildfire, a good number even produced their own spyglasses.

"Hey yo, Chika!"

"Whooooo! Chicka!"

"Hey! Yo! Hey! Check it out!"

"Chachacika!"

"Hooooooyeah!"

Hemeliosa releases a small silent sigh as she stares, silent and unmoving. So, possibly not dangerous, but still... probably disruptive. Not many would be likely to survive the laws of the North. Let them have the borderlands.

She turns and reappears above the playground, sitting in her throne.

The Gathered Gods:

Hemeliosa suddenly appears seated on her throne. One leg draped over an arm, her chin resting on one palm. She swings her dangling foot boredly.

[Gunhaven]

The Divinities - Live at the Visionary
Without missing a beat, Cap'n tossed out...hook. When he got looks of confusion he returned them and said "What ye mateys lookin' at? Aerialist be playin' hook, hook, hook."

[MetaKnightFan]

Zermanion, Dawn, Ignus - Dark Grove

Zermanion listened to Ignus and found in her words truth. He placed a hand upon his chest and nodded. "I bow to your knowledge. And I believe I'll accept the offer. My followers shall guard their new home as much as they guard this one, and you shall not see them bending and breaking as they do in this place."

Yhrzallus
14 AP
11 AP - Raise DR to 12
8 AP = Raise DR to 13

Actions used
2 (Create Portal: Depths of Ithilbar > Belly of the Beast) 3 (Create Artifact: Onyx Star (Pestilence Artifact))
3 (Create Plane: Deepest Reaches) 2 Create Land (Onyx Star)

1 Sin Pantheon AP
1 Moon Pantheon AP
1 Cult Pantheon AP
1 Chaos Pantheon AP

1 Spire of Change Charge
1 Onyx Star (Pestilence) Charges

Active Nourishments/Pestilences
Reincarnation (All souls reincarnate - 1 AP Nourishment)
Worship the World (The abandoned people of the world subconsciously worship Zalsaram in secret - 1 AP Pestilence)
Proud Return (1 AP Nourishment: All souls of Yhrzallus's servants and those punished by him have been claimed as his property, removing Kyre's claim from them even further)
Shatter the Bonds (1 AP Nourishment: Souls once claimed by Kyre are now free, in name of neutrality and the free will of mortals and gods, going to where it's most logical for them to, or returning as undead, haunts or being stored in phylacteries.)
Empower The World (1 AP Nourishment: Some souls, those more aligned with Elemental powers are now going to the Belly of the Beast instead of Erebus, in order to further
the World's revival.)
Dark Omen (Mortals blessed with oracle-like powers sense a terrible omen, but the details are hazy - 1 AP pestilence)
Peace in the Land of the Deluded (A strong sanctuary effect is in action in Ithilbar. Mortals from outside Ithilbar suffer from its effects)

Manifest Zones
Aurora of Chaos (Deepest Reaches influence zone in the Onyx Star)

Soul Claims
Yhrzallus' claim on the souls of the Mad = 2 (1 from Shatter the Bonds + 1 from Proud Return)
Elemental aligned souls = 2 (1 from Shatter the Bonds + 1 from Empower The World)
Souls in general = 1 (from Shatter the Bonds)

Zermanion
3 AP

1 Pantheon of Goodly Protection AP

1 Brutal Warhammer Charge

[Ralasha]

Zermanion, Dawn, Ignus - Dark Grove

Zermanion listened to Ignus and found in her words truth. He placed a hand upon his chest and nodded. "I bow to your knowledge. And I believe I'll accept the offer. My followers shall guard their new home as much as they guard this one, and you shall not see them bending and breaking as they do in this place."

Yhrzallus
14 AP
11 AP - Raise DR to 12
8 AP = Raise DR to 13

Actions used
2 (Create Portal: Depths of Ithilbar > Belly of the Beast) 3 (Create Artifact: Onyx Star (Pestilence Artifact))
3 (Create Plane: Deepest Reaches) 2 Create Land (Onyx Star)

1 Sin Pantheon AP
1 Moon Pantheon AP
1 Cult Pantheon AP
1 Chaos Pantheon AP

1 Spire of Change Charge
1 Onyx Star (Pestilence) Charges

Active Nourishments/Pestilences
Reincarnation (All souls reincarnate - 1 AP Nourishment)
Worship the World (The abandoned people of the world subconsciously worship Zalsaram in secret - 1 AP Pestilence)
Proud Return (1 AP Nourishment: All souls of Yhrzallus's servants and those punished by him have been claimed as his property, removing Kyre's claim from them even further)
Shatter the Bonds (1 AP Nourishment: Souls once claimed by Kyre are now free, in name of neutrality and the free will of mortals and gods, going to where it's most logical for them to, or returning as undead, haunts or being stored in phylacteries.)
Empower The World (1 AP Nourishment: Some souls, those more aligned with Elemental powers are now going to the Belly of the Beast instead of Erebus, in order to further
the World's revival.)
Dark Omen (Mortals blessed with oracle-like powers sense a terrible omen, but the details are hazy - 1 AP pestilence)
Peace in the Land of the Deluded (A strong sanctuary effect is in action in Ithilbar. Mortals from outside Ithilbar suffer from its effects)

Manifest Zones
Aurora of Chaos (Deepest Reaches influence zone in the Onyx Star)

Soul Claims
Yhrzallus' claim on the souls of the Mad = 2 (1 from Shatter the Bonds + 1 from Proud Return)
Elemental aligned souls = 2 (1 from Shatter the Bonds + 1 from Empower The World)
Souls in general = 1 (from Shatter the Bonds)

Zermanion
3 AP

1 Pantheon of Goodly Protection AP

1 Brutal Warhammer Charge

Ignus nods her head to him. "I myself, and my children have not abandoned this world. I watch, and await a time when our assistance is needed. As it soon shall be." She smiles sadly, "All things must come to an end. Sooner than I would like, it will be time for me to make a stand." She grips his shoulder in a friendly gesture, "There are those that I have wronged in my madness not so long ago, for which I must still make amends." She tilts her head to one side. "Let us hope we survive."

She turns and steps aside, disappearing from sight in a flash of heat and light. "My children know to expect you, I have informed my son."

[Shmee]

The Divinities - Live at the Visionary
Without missing a beat, Cap'n tossed out...hook. When he got looks of confusion he returned them and said "What ye mateys lookin' at? Aerialist be playin' hook, hook, hook."


"Well you can smash a hook with a rock can't you... THAT MEANS YOU LOSE BY DEFAULT! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" he starts cackling at the heavens forgetting that he needs to be subtle "FIRE THE CANNON!"

[Hatter]

Divinecon 15.2

Ahn watched with interest, beady little red eyes staring out from an amusingly cherub like face, wrapped in green cloth, cane and scepter in hand. He giggled a bit, waiting to see what would happen and then Squeaks acted.

The little goblin snatched up a controller and upon the playground below, the Secondary Cannon Array aligned itself. With a press of a button, it did fire, directed straight at The Visionart all the while laughing like a lunatic. "Boom! Boom! Boom! Hehehehehe!"

[Hatter]

Ahn's Dream, Vevoran

Inside Vevoran a dream did flow freely within a deep and dark confine. Hidden and full of deep hatred and rage as it lashed out and consumed any mortal dream that dared to drift too near, twisting and turning. It was an old dream that had existed long before many of the mortal kingdoms had even existed and it somehow managed to seep into Vevoran.

[Durmatagno]

Ahn's Dream, Vevoran

Inside Vevoran a dream did flow freely within a deep and dark confine. Hidden and full of deep hatred and rage as it lashed out and consumed any mortal dream that dared to drift too near, twisting and turning. It was an old dream that had existed long before many of the mortal kingdoms had even existed and it somehow managed to seep into Vevoran.

The Visionaries Factory Ask, Rosian, Olk

Before he could even receive an answer, something even worse tickled against his senses. Puzzled, Rosian steps forward and leaves, heading for the plane he had created.

Vevoran

Stepping out, and looking around, his eyes widened, and then narrowed in anger at the twisted...thing drifting through Vevoran before him. Raising both hands, he sent ripples through the chaotic expanse, and pushed dreams away from the twisted thing. Second, just to see what would happen, he grabbed hold of a nearby ribbon of color, pure white, pulsing with positive energy, and redirected it straight into the twisted dreams bubble.

[thethird]

Vevoran - Rosian, Simdred

This time Simdred isn't wearing her robes but an armor made of wood and insectoid chitine. Garish solar yellow atop white, eight segmented branches sprouting from her back interwoven with a minute filament forming a net not unlike a dreamcatcher. She holds a long barreled scoped rifle on one of her hands pushing the weapon's length atop her shoulders.

Dream police reporting for duty.

[Rainshine]

Keth’mai, Swifsen

The two families ended up having dinner together, a potluck of their cooking cultures culminating in a miniature feast. Strange fruits from far away lands, full of flavor and cooling juices; steamed roots heavily spiced, long-roasted meats… Truly a delicious meal, and one that was largely ignored by the men, much to their wives’ dismay. They ate, but as they ate, they talked and shuffled papers, haste making the food close to tasteless as they shovelled it down. The women looked at one another with the rolled eyes and pointed glances of so many wives and mothers over the ages; serving more food to the involved men, until the infectiousness of their enthusiasm caught all up. Arshsish in particular, as she began to truly study the drawings that had her husband so excited. Some were labelled now -- classrooms, great halls.
Ashish was, by natural ability and practice, a soprano in great demand. Her range, strength, richness of her tones, natural ear and sense of a song had made contributed to her excellence. Now, as she looked at a set of drawings, she saw the rooms not as a series of lines, but as arching ceilings, narrow baffles, slim and secure practice rooms She tapped one, pulling it aside and looking it over; how she would love to sing in that hall! The acoustics would be spectacular…
She realized then that all three of the others were gazing at her with questions in their eyes. Scales ablush, she smiled and pointed. “It’s a concert hall. See how the shape funnels? And these-” pulling others out “-are practice rooms. Instrument rooms.” She looked up at the astonishment creasing two of the faces, and the wry look on Keth’mai’s.
“You’re building a school. That much even I could tell.” She flicked her brow at Keth’mai in a flare of sarcastic deprecation. “But not just for stories and passing them on. The Lady has given music to people all over the world, but so many only know their own. This,” tapping the papers again,”will change that.”
Keth’mai shook his head and leaned over to kiss Arshish. Brilliant, brilliant Arshish. She was right, yet again. His mind was already racing ahead to how, where they would get the supplies, where they could build...


Te-v, Emerald One

Te-v bowed low to the small altar that she kept in her quarters. She had brought it with her when she moved to the city. Made out of gems embedded in sung wood, she had bought the pieces while she was travelling. The wood was from a girron met in the Canyon of Sorrows as she paid her respects. It was marvelous, intricate, and gorgeous. For creatures widely held as paragons of ugliness, the girron had an eye for beauty. The gems were purchased from dwarven travelling merchants, cut by halflings at a bazaar, and set by a wounded centaur she had healed. It was more than just a symbol to remember by, it was a memory of her times past, too.
But this night, as she made her devotions, she felt a strange presence, and peace about her. Shimmers of color came from the gems. Then the quiet voice. It sounded like the voice of dreams, the voice of the future, but she slept not…
Slowly, almost mindlessly, she made her way to bed, listening intently to the voice as she closed her eyes. But when she dropped into that great colorful net of the Realm, it was not the shimmering ocean that she floated in. Instead, she found herself there, whole in body.
Up, down, Te-v looked at herself, prodding herself with a finger. What was this?
A shimmering bubble erupted nearby, and there was Hoo-ra; and he looked as surprised as her. Her breath caught in her throat, mind racing. He was a continent away, but that was in the realm of the body. Here, in the mind’s playground… There was Nek-ir, stumbling as she came into the Realm.
No more loneliness. No more exile from one another. If they could all walk this way… They would be whole once more!


The Mind of A Living Ship - Moollilwc, Sarra

“True. But neither can you tell that the storm has passed, from in here, nor that there are friends waiting for you to come up.”





AP 8 + 10 (Rollover) - 0 (Libram charge: Teach Populace: Dreamwalking) = 18

[Hatter]

Ahn's Dream, Vevoran - Rosian, Simdred

The dream twisted and turned, a ghastly wail can be heard, both deep and gurgly and high-pitched at the same exact moment.

With the stream of light pouring towards it, the dream doesn't react by much, the ribbon on light seemingly swallowed whole by the dark dream as images swirl within it, a confused little rainbow colored dragon waking up on a beach.

[Durmatagno]

Vevoran - Rosian, Simdred

This time Simdred isn't wearing her robes but an armor made of wood and insectoid chitine. Garish solar yellow atop white, eight segmented branches sprouting from her back interwoven with a minute filament forming a net not unlike a dreamcatcher. She holds a long barreled scoped rifle on one of her hands pushing the weapon's length atop her shoulders.

Dream police reporting for duty.


Ahn's Dream, Vevoran - Rosian, Simdred

The dream twisted and turned, a ghastly wail can be heard, both deep and gurgly and high-pitched at the same exact moment.

With the stream of light pouring towards it, the dream doesn't react by much, the ribbon on light seemingly swallowed whole by the dark dream as images swirl within it, a confused little rainbow colored dragon waking up on a beach.

"Oh hello Simdred. I would say good to see you, but I have no clue how to handle this...thing. So full of hate. Mmm...."

Moving in closer, Rosian peered at the dream, curious, but concerned. With a sigh, he backed away and continued to orbit the thing. He didn't want to destroy it, a dream was still a dream, no matter how twisted, and hateful. He didn't know if he could destroy it, all things considered, or what destroying it would do. He had a few ideas of how to handle it, but until he got a better grasp of how it worked in it's own internal sense, he wouldn't know which to try. So, without hesitation, he generated a globe of faint light, reminiscent of a full moon, and sent it to the dream. Trying to force the beach to switch to night. Dream's were subtle, their logic insane, but simple shifts could reveal hidden truths in many dreams, so he wanted to see if this was one here.

[Hatter]

"Oh hello Simdred. I would say good to see you, but I have no clue how to handle this...thing. So full of hate. Mmm...."

Moving in closer, Rosian peered at the dream, curious, but concerned. With a sigh, he backed away and continued to orbit the thing. He didn't want to destroy it, a dream was still a dream, no matter how twisted, and hateful. He didn't know if he could destroy it, all things considered, or what destroying it would do. He had a few ideas of how to handle it, but until he got a better grasp of how it worked in it's own internal sense, he wouldn't know which to try. So, without hesitation, he generated a globe of faint light, reminiscent of a full moon, and sent it to the dream. Trying to force the beach to switch to night. Dream's were subtle, their logic insane, but simple shifts could reveal hidden truths in many dreams, so he wanted to see if this was one here.

The dream calmed. For now.

[Durmatagno]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred, Ahn's Dream

"I....did not expect that of all things to happen. I was just hoping to see something new."

Rosian said as he blinked slightly confused. He was new to this, and this course of events only confused him more.

"Well...ummm.....uhh."

[Hatter]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred, Ahn's Dream

"I....did not expect that of all things to happen. I was just hoping to see something new."

Rosian said as he blinked slightly confused. He was new to this, and this course of events only confused him more.

"Well...ummm.....uhh."

The dream pulsed, it swirled ever so calmly like a storm brewing in the horizon. Clouds of darkness swirling in it's midst accompanied by firey whips of barbed chain dancing within it's shadows.

[Durmatagno]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred, Ahn's Dream

Still orbiting the dream, Rosian watched with with curiosity. This time he gingerly grabbed a blue ribbon, water, and redirected it into the dream. His only objective now was to try and make the thing reach an equilibrium so it no longer lashed out of itself, and he wasn't sure it's current state would last. At the same time, he formed a second orb of light, much dimmer then the first, to increase the firsts brightness just a tad inside of the dream.

[Hatter]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred, Ahn's Dream

Still orbiting the dream, Rosian watched with with curiosity. This time he gingerly grabbed a blue ribbon, water, and redirected it into the dream. His only objective now was to try and make the thing reach an equilibrium so it no longer lashed out of itself, and he wasn't sure it's current state would last. At the same time, he formed a second orb of light, much dimmer then the first, to increase the firsts brightness just a tad inside of the dream.

Suddenly, the dream rapidly expanded. It grew many times it's original size, swallowing stray dreams whole and the contents of the dream became visible once more.

The image shown was a world on fire, a cityscape with blood running through the streets like a barely contained river. Great monsters walked trudged through the blood and the screams, a few visible and not shrouded by the darkness were great horned beasts, balors with whips of fire and jagged swords sheathed in the same element as they chased down all manner of mortal creatures with laughter and glee in their eyes.

The sky burned, lightning bolts and a great inferno consuming the clouds, Phos barely visible through the sheet of madness that threatened to destroy everything.

And in one of these streets lie a man, no, a god. Once a mortal raised to divinity, Ulvin Silverblade... He was broken and beaten, Zermanion a god of metal was torn asunder and set to the side. Above the two gods stood a great monstrosity, the rainbow colored dragon... no longer confused. No longer lost and no longer small and insignificant. The great many-horned beast of a dragon raked his claws into the human god's divine flesh as he screamed for mercy but the dragon had none to spare. Instead ot raked and raked away, laughing at the god's suffering and in the background... great big balls of fire and frost began to tear theough the sky, hitting the playground with a resounding and thundering rumble.

The rainbow dragon laughed and laughed and laughed.

[Durmatagno]

Suddenly, the dream rapidly expanded. It grew many times it's original size, swallowing stray dreams whole and the contents of the dream became visible once more.

The image shown was a world on fire, a cityscape with blood running through the streets like a barely contained river. Great monsters walked trudged through the blood and the screams, a few visible and not shrouded by the darkness were great horned beasts, balors with whips of fire and jagged swords sheathed in the same element as they chased down all manner of mortal creatures with laughter and glee in their eyes.

The sky burned, lightning bolts and a great inferno consuming the clouds, Phos barely visible through the sheet of madness that threatened to destroy everything.

And in one of these streets lie a man, no, a god. Once a mortal raised to divinity, Ulvin Silverblade... He was broken and beaten, Zermanion a god of metal was torn asunder and set to the side. Above the two gods stood a great monstrosity, the rainbow colored dragon... no longer confused. No longer lost and no longer small and insignificant. The great many-horned beast of a dragon raked his claws into the human god's divine flesh as he screamed for mercy but the dragon had none to spare. Instead ot raked and raked away, laughing at the god's suffering and in the background... great big balls of fire and frost began to tear theough the sky, hitting the playground with a resounding and thundering rumble.

The rainbow dragon laughed and laughed and laughed.

"SIMDRED, PLEASE DO YOUR BEST TO KEEP OTHER DREAMS AWAY FROM THIS THING."

Rosian yelled as he dived into the dream. Working from the outside wasn't stopping this thing, so he'd see if the inside would. As he dived, he wrapped himself in the darkness of night, his cloak of stars, and forced it to show only the moon, great, and white.

[Hatter]

"SIMDRED, PLEASE DO YOUR BEST TO KEEP OTHER DREAMS AWAY FROM THIS THING."

Rosian yelled as he dived into the dream. Working from the outside wasn't stopping this thing, so he'd see if the inside would. As he dived, he wrapped himself in the darkness of night, his cloak of stars, and forced it to show only the moon, great, and white.

The great rainbow dragon turned, blood dripping from it's teeth as it noticed Rosian. Like a great cat it pounced up and landed ontop of a building, it's teeth bared into a mockery of a grin.

"This isn't your dream. You don't belong here." It said in a rumbling voice, clear and audible over the explosians and screams that echoed across the dream.

[Durmatagno]

The great rainbow dragon turned, blood dripping from it's teeth as it noticed Rosian. Like a great cat it pounced up and landed ontop of a building, it's teeth bared into a mockery of a grin.

"This isn't your dream. You don't belong here." It said in a rumbling voice, clear and audible over the explosians and screams that echoed across the dream.


"All dreams are under my dominion, and when one dream destroys, and stomps out other dreams, it takes my attention. This dream is floating in Vevoran, a dream where dreams are manifest, which means this dream is inside of mine own dream."

Rosian said from his place in the sky, cloak wrapped around him so he was little more then a moonlit shadow.

[Hatter]

"All dreams are under my dominion, and when one dream destroys, and stomps out other dreams, it takes my attention. This dream is floating in Vevoran, a dream where dreams are manifest, which means this dream is inside of mine own dream."

Rosian said from his place in the sky, cloak wrapped around him so he was little more then a moonlit shadow.

"Their own fault for wandering too close." said the dragon with little remorse. "A byproduct, an effect as I am. A God...hmmm... or rather an illusion..a shadow or an echo of a dream that it does not realize. Ha!"

The rainbow dragon paced the rooftops, looking up at Rosian with interest. "God of Dreams. Tell me. Does this dream of a world where gods do not matter appeal to you?"

It licked it's massive chops. "This dream born of a god. It has seen the divine beings soaring through the sky. Aloof and far superior to mortals. They have everything and the mortals have nothing but their silly fragile dreams."

"Ha! Would it not be better to see these creatures tossed from their ethreal thrones!? Always so high and mighty... slights leading to millions of deaths upon the Playground! Your kind does not deserve your thrones. Your kind does not deserve to rule. Your kind deserves to fall! It will have it's revenge!" The dragon roared at Rosian in a maddened rage, blood and spittle flying from it's massive maw.

[thethird]

Vevoran - Rosian, Simdred, Ahn's dream

Simdred salivates at Ahn's dream, her tongue passes through her lips before she can consciously keep herself from doing it. That dream... looks delicious. She knows the stories. How Eucle found a dream not unlike that one. It was though a dream of a dragon that had created himself, metal armor and swords turned into a beast. What would happen if she took this dream for herself? She would turn into a goddess, rainbow and light, color and perfection. Beautiful. She would be so beautiful. So radiant and powerful. Yeah, a goddess. A great one.

On hindsight bringing a recovering alcoholic to the most delicious booze on existence was probably a bad idea.

Simdred though tries to control herself, to reign in her starved hunger, she grips her rifle and looks through it. Whenever a dream comes to close she fires a warning shot. Bismuth bullers fly before they shout but they are still effective they hit the dreams and push them away.

Perhaps if she was good she could snatch a piece. Yes, she would definetively take some of it. Some delicious dragon god dream. Yeah, sure thing.

[Durmatagno]

"Their own fault for wandering too close." said the dragon with little remorse. "A byproduct, an effect as I am. A God...hmmm... or rather an illusion..a shadow or an echo of a dream that it does not realize. Ha!"

The rainbow dragon paced the rooftops, looking up at Rosian with interest. "God of Dreams. Tell me. Does this dream of a world where gods do not matter appeal to you?"

It licked it's massive chops. "This dream born of a god. It has seen the divine beings soaring through the sky. Aloof and far superior to mortals. They have everything and the mortals have nothing but their silly fragile dreams."

"Ha! Would it not be better to see these creatures tossed from their ethreal thrones!? Always so high and mighty... slights leading to millions of deaths upon the Playground! Your kind does not deserve your thrones. Your kind does not deserve to rule. Your kind deserves to fall! It will have it's revenge!" The dragon roared at Rosian in a maddened rage, blood and spittle flying from it's massive maw.

"You say that, and yet the whole of the world burns before you, echo of a god. The dreams of mortals are their most precious prize, and with them, they pull off feats mere deities will never understand. You call their dreams fragile, I call them the resolve that keeps them going, that brings them to fight against beings far more powerful than them. We do not need thrones, but we have power. I for one can use that power to stop things like you, and other deities from crushing the hopes, and dreams of mortals.

Deities will never understand mortals, nor will mortals ever understand deities, but you are a mere echo, given form in this world only because I dared to dream. You would rather see the world burn, and everyone on it suffer. In one act you would cause more suffering then even what The Visionary did not long ago to the moon, simply to stop that from happening? You are as insane as you are vile. You do not deserve such color, and form as what you have now. You are little more than a twisted slug, wallowing in the mud because of hatred so great it clouds your mind."

Rosian's left hand rested on the sword inside of his cloak, he would rather rip this dream to shreds, or freeze it then let it crush so many dreams here in Vevoran.

[MetaKnightFan]

Yhzallus - Gathered Gods

While the Madgod waits further response from the Visionary, his form seems to gain some more size, and his cane acquires a magical glow about it, a crystal orb on its tip giving an observer the sensation of looking at an endless chasm.

Zermanion, Dawn - Dark Grove

The God of Metal nodded to Ignus, and feeling her sympathy, decides to do what was best for his people at the time. He begins to strum a tune in his warhammer, immolating in holy fire not only himself while he did some guitar riffs, but also his followers and avatar. As they burned with the fires of the Bringer of Shape, they vanished one by one from the Playground, leaving nothing but the structures that they had built upon the landscape. A reminder of a force that once stood against the darkness of the sovereignity.

Zermanion, Dawn, Vindicators - The Burning Lands

And thus, Zermanion and his followers found themselves in the Burning Lands The god explained to his followers, in a clear tone that they had been given a chance to live in a better world, and that by Ignus' grace, they now had a place to call home, and thus, the deity was just as worthy of worship as he himself was. He then waited for emissaries to show themselves, he hardly would want a misunderstanding in his hands at this point.

Yhrzallus
8 AP
6 AP = Gain Portfolio (Infinity)
3 AP = Gain Domain (Portals)

1 Sin Pantheon AP
1 Moon Pantheon AP
1 Cult Pantheon AP
1 Chaos Pantheon AP

1 Spire of Change Charge
1 Onyx Star (Pestilence) Charges

Active Nourishments/Pestilences
Reincarnation (All souls reincarnate - 1 AP Nourishment)
Worship the World (The abandoned people of the world subconsciously worship Zalsaram in secret - 1 AP Pestilence)
Proud Return (1 AP Nourishment: All souls of Yhrzallus's servants and those punished by him have been claimed as his property, removing Kyre's claim from them even further)
Shatter the Bonds (1 AP Nourishment: Souls once claimed by Kyre are now free, in name of neutrality and the free will of mortals and gods, going to where it's most logical for them to, or returning as undead, haunts or being stored in phylacteries.)
Empower The World (1 AP Nourishment: Some souls, those more aligned with Elemental powers are now going to the Belly of the Beast instead of Erebus, in order to further
the World's revival.)
Dark Omen (Mortals blessed with oracle-like powers sense a terrible omen, but the details are hazy - 1 AP pestilence)
Peace in the Land of the Deluded (A strong sanctuary effect is in action in Ithilbar. Mortals from outside Ithilbar suffer from its effects)

Manifest Zones
Aurora of Chaos (Deepest Reaches influence zone in the Onyx Star)

Soul Claims
Yhrzallus' claim on the souls of the Mad = 2 (1 from Shatter the Bonds + 1 from Proud Return)
Elemental aligned souls = 2 (1 from Shatter the Bonds + 1 from Empower The World)
Souls in general = 1 (from Shatter the Bonds)

Zermanion
3 AP

1 Pantheon of Goodly Protection AP

0 Brutal Warhammer Charge (Nourishment: Teleported all Vindicators and followers of Zermanion safely to the Burning Lands)

[Ralasha]

Zermanion, Dawn - Dark Grove

The God of Metal nodded to Ignus, and feeling her sympathy, decides to do what was best for his people at the time. He begins to strum a tune in his warhammer, immolating in holy fire not only himself while he did some guitar riffs, but also his followers and avatar. As they burned with the fires of the Bringer of Shape, they vanished one by one from the Playground, leaving nothing but the structures that they had built upon the landscape. A reminder of a force that once stood against the darkness of the sovereignity.

Zermanion, Dawn, Vindicators - The Burning Lands

And thus, Zermanion and his followers found themselves in the Burning Lands The god explained to his followers, in a clear tone that they had been given a chance to live in a better world, and that by Ignus' grace, they now had a place to call home, and thus, the deity was just as worthy of worship as he himself was. He then waited for emissaries to show themselves, he hardly would want a misunderstanding in his hands at this point.

Men with fire for hair and eyes in robes, clothes or armor are seen exiting the city atop one of the plateaus. They cast their gazes wide, searchingly. One of the throws fire into the sky which bursts into a bloom of smaller bright lights. Despair is seen on some of their faces if close enough as they gaze upon their birthplace mournfully.

One of them gives a shout and points towards Zermanion. One of them dressed in white robes worn over armor, carrying a cast iron hammer begins walking in their direction across the air and ground as though they were the same thing, though each step he takes seems more to be ten or more. (Windwalk) "I greet you! I am Immolatus. Welcome to our old home... such as it is." He turns and points at the tower, "There lies the temple, within it's confines is the First Forge, behind which rests the Door to the Other World. Do you require assistance in reaching the destination?"

[Hatter]

"You say that, and yet the whole of the world burns before you, echo of a god. The dreams of mortals are their most precious prize, and with them, they pull off feats mere deities will never understand. You call their dreams fragile, I call them the resolve that keeps them going, that brings them to fight against beings far more powerful than them. We do not need thrones, but we have power. I for one can use that power to stop things like you, and other deities from crushing the hopes, and dreams of mortals.

Deities will never understand mortals, nor will mortals ever understand deities, but you are a mere echo, given form in this world only because I dared to dream. You would rather see the world burn, and everyone on it suffer. In one act you would cause more suffering then even what The Visionary did not long ago to the moon, simply to stop that from happening? You are as insane as you are vile. You do not deserve such color, and form as what you have now. You are little more than a twisted slug, wallowing in the mud because of hatred so great it clouds your mind."

Rosian's left hand rested on the sword inside of his cloak, he would rather rip this dream to shreds, or freeze it then let it crush so many dreams here in Vevoran.

"And so you would destroy the dream of a god! Ha! Typical! Do what you will, Dream God. I cannot stop you...Ha!" The rainbow dragon breaks into thunderous laughter that split throughout the entire dream.

"What the Dreamer plans to do to this.... Playground as you gods have so ironically dubbed the world will make the Visionary's actions to date and even this current dream pale in comparison. There will be no more gods... no more mere mortals. No...all will be the same." the dragon grins a wicked and twisted grin without mercy but full of humor.

"No... stop this dream if you will but more will rise. Byproducts of a Dreamer's hate for the gods that rule over this playground like a child playing with insects...yes. Stop the dream but you cannot stop the Truth...Hahahahahahahaha!"

At this point the dream expanded, great and barbed tendrils suddenly reached for Simdred. It would consume the creature which fed on dreams. That was the goal at least.

[Durmatagno]

"And so you would destroy the dream of a god! Ha! Typical! Do what you will, Dream God. I cannot stop you...Ha!" The rainbow dragon breaks into thunderous laughter that split throughout the entire dream.

"What the Dreamer plans to do to this.... Playground as you gods have so ironically dubbed the world will make the Visionary's actions to date and even this current dream pale in comparison. There will be no more gods... no more mere mortals. No...all will be the same." the dragon grins a wicked and twisted grin without mercy but full of humor.

"No... stop this dream if you will but more will rise. Byproducts of a Dreamer's hate for the gods that rule over this playground like a child playing with insects...yes. Stop the dream but you cannot stop the Truth...Hahahahahahahaha!"

At this point the dream expanded, great and barbed tendrils suddenly reached for Simdred. It would consume the creature which fed on dreams. That was the goal at least.


I am a the Dreamer, The Forgotten Dreamer, and you will not destroy anything else!"

Rosian said as he drew his rapier, holding it tightly in his left hand, and in his right hand, an ball of rainbow light formed, and then launched from his hand to slam into the delicate dream boundary, and then he dived at blinding speeds to slam his Rapier into the 'ground' of this dream, sending crackles of dark energy down the blade and into the fabric of the dream.

[thethird]

Vevoran - Rosian, Simdred, Ahn's Dream

The ants do not attack the anteater. At least not alone. The tendrils got to her. And distracted she let them through. The smell, couldn't they notice it? So fragant, so filling, she could substain herself for days with that odour alone. Spicy, with a punch of cinammon and cayenne. Oh, that was the smell. It made her soak.

As the tendrils started to coalesce around her, she purred, feral preasure, taking all her effort and throwing it aside. When the the radiant spikes tried to stab her she simply extended her tongue and with feline grace caressed them. Ahhh, what a taste. She could get addicted to it. To drink such fine vintage. She extended her jaw and carved her mark in one of the appendages, drinking, eating, nurturing herself. As she did Ahn's dream turned just a tad smaller as if she had sanded the edges away. She though became fuller, vibrant with color. As she slurped she appeared to brighten, her figure outlandishly garish. One of the tendrils had fully vanished, and like an addict after a first taste she craved more. Another tendril was eaten and a third.

When the dream tendrils started to feel that something was wrong, so very wrong, they got caught traped by fine spider tendrils, like shuttering multicolored butterflies on the net. Oh she would eat her share. She would certainly do so.

[Hatter]

Vevoran - Rosian, Simdred, Ahn's Dream

Even as the rest of the dream collapsed around it, the rainbow dragon charged. It could not stand a chance against a god but just maybe it could get the other one.

And so the dragon wound it's way through the largest of the dream tendrils, it's great maw opened wide woth the intent to consume and survive.

[Durmatagno]

Vevoran - Rosian, Simdred, Ahn's Dream

Even as the rest of the collapsed around it, the rainbow dragon charged. It could not stand a chance against a god but just maybe it could get the other one.

And so the dragon wound it's way through the largest of the dream tendrils, it's great maw opened wide woth the intent to consume and survive.

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred, Ahn's Dream

"I don't think so, worm."

Rosian growled as he launched himself once more a blinding speeds after the dragon, and reached out with his right hand to grab it's tail, slamming the Rapier, much sturdier than it looked having been reinforced with divine magic, into the ground, and using all his might, he strained and pulled on the dragon, trying to rip it free from the dream that gave it form, to turn it back into meaningless energy.

[thethird]

Vevoran - Rosian, Simdred, Ahn's Dream

Simdred smiles and waves as the dream is pulled back by the dreaming god. She kisses the dragon goodbye.

[Ralasha]

The Void:

Hemeliosa leans forward on her throne and looks below. Something had shifted, and Order was weakened.

(Domain sense, what battles are occurring?)

[Hatter]

Vevoran - Rosian, Simdred, Ahn's Dream

The dream collapsed, torn to little shreds and dissipaped into the wide planes of Vevoran. Nothing more than little flecks of God Dream that could be fed upon by creatures which would feed in such a manner.

[Durmatagno]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

"Foul mockery of a dream, that thing didn't deserve to exist."

Rosian growled as he sheathed his Rapier, and let his cloak act normally once more, then turned to some of the dreams damaged by the nightmare, and with a gentle touch, began mending them, stitching them together with the ribbons of energy, getting them as close to their original form as possible.

[thethird]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

Simdred whose eyes flicker changing from color to color, as if undecided, follows suit. Just that instead of patching dreams she embelishes the ones that come close to her giving them a few of the god's dream remnants. While at the same time taking some for herself, bottling what's left of Ahn's dream. Certain that there is a special someone who would handsomely reward her for it.

Why?

She sounded trouble. She had drawn a lot of substenance and strength from the dream. If it wasn't fit to exist would that extend to her?

Dreams are dreams. Like fishes on the sea. Like butterflies on the wind. Why wouldn't they deserve to exist?

Butterflies were necessary, otherwise the spiders would starve. Poor spiders. Doesn't anyone think of them?

[Durmatagno]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

Tilting his head slightly at a...darker then normal dream, Rosian scratched his chin before plucking both a red, and black ribbon out of the void between dreams, and wove them together to patch it.

"Let me tell you something Simdred. Across all the dreams in this placed, from the dreams of ripping things apart with their bare hands, to the nightmares filled with whatever that mind considers to be terror incarnate, only that one dream has ever made me believe it didn't need to exist. Remember this, for once I'm done, I have a simple request for you. Dream's whose soul purpose is to crush, and destroy other dreams, destroying them forever, and destroying a unique voice, are the only dreams that don't deserve to exist. If you find any of these such dreams when I'm not here, please do me a favor and destroy them however you desire. Consuming a part of a dream, while still letting it exist is one thing. Wanting to squash every dream, to see them all burn, mortal and god alike, is another. So long as you don't destroy the dreams you feed from, you are welcome to feed here in Vevoran."

He said after he floated away from the dream, and turned to face her, face calm, and partially hidden in the shadows of his cloak.

[Hatter]

Northern Demiourgia - Goblin Slavers, Halfling Caravaners

The night was a dark one and it was as still as could be. The halflings, recently departed from Mytea sat around a campfire, laughing and joking. They sang songs and, traded stories and drank ale with great merriment and joy. Everything seemed to be going just right.

Overhead a dark shadow loomed, seemingly coming out of nowhere as it descended upon the caravan. A wood and steel ship, held aloft by a....balloon? The halflings stared in wonder at the thing as great spotlights flared to life, shining down upon the caravan and the halflings within it. Cheers and laughter can be heard from the ship, barely audible over the sound of a heavy engine which spewed smog into the air and a great big anchor dropped down to the earth, shattering one of the many wagons on impact.

At this point, the halflings began to scream, ziplines shooting down from the zepplin, goblins and hobgoblins sliding down at rapid speeds, armed to the teeth in leathers, whips and chains and shackles hanging from their hands and when they hit ground with great and boistrous laughter, they chased down the halflings, whips cracking, bones breaking and even a few heads splitting open. They rounded up their quarry, steel chains and shackles around hands, feet and neck before they were loaded up into the zepplin. The caravan was looted for any food and valuables and fire was set to the rest after a liberal pouring of Ethanol.

[Hatter]

Labyrinth of the Vanquished King, Godsfought, Reean Isles - Ulvin, Kerx

Ulvin sat upon his throne, frozen and unable to move still hoping and wishing for his freedom so that he might put a stop to Kyrokoli's madness but yet, he finds himself unable to be free. He lamented every moment of his captivity, every human soul that has been corrupted by Godsfought in an attempt to rescue him.

Was that a cat? Ulvin stared down at his feet, a white cat looked right back up to him beforeshapeshifting into a horned goblin with skin greener than any green and eyes that burned like smoldering coal. "Ha! It's true! You HAVE been captured! Sorry for your luck Kingy! Humans sure have big mouths! Ha! Haha!"

Kerx lept up and sat on Ulvin's neck, a massive syringe in hand, he jerked the God of Humanity's neck back and jabbed pointed steel into his eye, the god helpless to do anything as his very essence, golden mechanical tendrils wrapped in pink fluid was stolen from him.

Five Years Later, Secret Goblin Laboratory - Birth of the Lab-Grown God

It's been 5 years now since the Essence of Destruction was stolen from Ulvin and brought to this facility, a complicated series of tunnels and machinary with a great big tank in the center, filled with disgusting pink fluid and a half-grown insect.

Upon the tank was a steel plaque that read "Subject 0"

[Shmee]

Kryokoli, the Underplayground

The goddess of Winter continued her assault upon the Nightmare Engines unopposed. The destruction is widespread, yet she wants to make absolutley sure that the Visionary would know who did this, as she encases the Engines in ice, and ensures that all these engines would be weak and brittle against the harshness of winter. Having sent her message, Kryokoli returns to the Crystalline Palace.


Use Mantle of Winter: Freeze the Ocean where the Nightmare Engines are
Use Kryokoli's Wedding Ring: All Engines are extremely susceptible to the cold and winter



The Cosmic Mother

Throughout all the commotion, the Cosmic Mother continued to slumber. Perhaps it was for the best if it remained that way, for though she slumbered she continued to grow more powerful. Who knows what may happen if she wakes once more?


AP9=12-3:Raise DR to 19 (Actions done: Gained Dwarf Domain (3), Gained Dwarfkind Portfolio (2), Blessed the Dwarfs (1) Taught the Dwarf Steampunk (1)
AP6=9-3: Raise DR to 20 (Actions done: Gained Elf Domain (3), Gained Elfkind Portfolio (2), Created Crystal Shard Artifact (3)

Use Oussia Charge: Summer on the Playground
Use Phos Charge: Winter on the Underplayground

[thethird]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

I refuse.

Her tone is firm not admitting much swaying and her eyes cool on a warm orange before turning purple and red.

If you want dreams destroyed you should go to my brothers. Xelnirov will eat anything always the predator. Jinagias will feast fear on whatever doesn't follow mother's pattern. I do not feast in darkness Rosian, if I were to partake fully on those dreams I don't dare imagine what parts of me would be nurtured. You are what you eat Rosian, more so if you are an idea.

She smiles as if the conversation had soured into too much seriousness for her.

Come if you want I can lead you to Xelnirov, he is by far the most reasonable of the two.

"And the only one whose location is known to me" but she didn't think that part aloud.

Dream Neutral Ground Necessary, Therefore Possible

On the dream world within the moon the mind could have once again the freedom of her thought body. In fact it was the dream that allowed her to realize that she was now female. Last time she had occupied a though body she had had a male identity. While know she was definetively not as feminine as she could hope she was female. Petite, with short white hair and with black glasses she had a first generation moongrel form, with barely remarkable chest or hips. She had somehow changed herself, her own identity, to be more suitting. Dryads were female. And the dryads were the best, if not simply the, wood singers. Since she was to woodsing she was to be female. That was a possible reason. Perhaps. Who knew?

She wasn't an expert on the subject. She could be of course, knowledge came to minds like thirst came to drunkards. She decided to be one. She dedicated a two percent of her processing power to two new subrutines, one trying to decide if the change was the consequence of her new knowledge, the other arguing the contrary that the change had been a necessity for the knowledge.

That was a small amount of her mind. Another part, a measly one percent, went over the process she was following. Most of her mind a nifty thirty per cent was left unused, in case of a real emergency. A twenty percent of her was concetrated dreaming Dream Neutral Ground, the lack of true organic spirits in the moon other than the trees and skeletons requiring more of her. Both trees and the skeletons were powerful dreamers, but lacked vision, the trees to focused on the forest and the skeletons on their memories. Another twenty percent was running business, controlling some Asko guard bodies far away in the Omen Tower through heuristic filaments integrated in the constructs' cortexes. Ten percent of her was dedicated to enjoying new research on personal interests, such as the tautological question of her new found gender identity.

And then there was the fifteen. The fifteen that mattered. Fifteen simultaneous researches on metallic trees. Studying the properties causated by the Visionary's radiation. She tested and discarded hypotheses. Moving along an uncountable list at thought speed. Each iteration drew her closer to a conclusion. But it eluded her like a white stag running on a forest. Necessary, Therefore Possible enjoyed idioms and metaphors.

But then she catch it. She got her prize. After an internally built automatic subroutine checking Eucle's mind for a confirmation to the morality and/or usability of the mater. Question that was answered affirmatively barely a thought later. After that, two more in built subroutines sharing what she had discovered along with new avenues of exploration and specific self mind blanks to delete potentially infective data, she was ready.

She began her experiments anew. With chrome.

The Realm of Dreams Xelnirov

The black feline stalked it's prey. It's ears were folded back agains its scalp, it's body was terse ready for the jump the four front legs with claws extended and the rear two legs tensioned like two pistons, its twin tails extended far away from its body the long hair tips sensing the winds motion. Below it there was a white stag. The antlers branching in blooming flowers buzzing with bees, the animal's mane clear as moonlight almost illusory.

Suddenly there was a change in the breeze, the feline sensed it and jumped letting its smell be the billowing bell to the deers doom. It wasn't the only to strike. A bullet interred unerringly on the leaping beast's chest burrowing to the heart. As the stag run swifter than the wind the hunter followed suit. He moved to his prey and with a sharp wooden knife flayed it. He took most of the animal with him, leaving some parts he couldn't carry as offerings to the forest and carrion feeders.

[Hamste]

Hidden Lab

Maybe someone added something to the liquid or maybe it just needed to stew a bit but the fluid suddenly starts bubbling rapidly and the half formed creature thrashes rapidly in the liquid. The fluid opaques for a second and nothing can be seen for awhile. Then the tank shatters as a large fully formed claw pierces through the tank. The thing in the remains of the tank roars as it slowly moves forward. Eventually, it would create things and hunt but first he needed to figure out if the odd devices in the lab are magic or not. It slowly moves forward with an odd slicking noise as the plates of his carapace shift over each other. He sniffs at the devices ignoring any other creatures in the lab for now.



15 ap right now
My only regret is that I couldn't clone Mewtwo's escape scene with this character

[Toxic Mind]

Birth of a New God

Let it never be said that Pernieth was not careful. It was much less to do with his temperament, and far more to do with his nature. He had an eternity to weigh his actions, and his people rarely suffered for his waiting. So he considered each possibility carefully before doing it.

Such it was with expanding his power into the domain of flesh and animals. Someone had to care for them, and they were close enough to the Forest that it seemed natural to enfold them within his domain. So he did, drawing on the power of his Alphas, and the animals across the First Tree.

It was at this moment that something went terribly wrong, an unforeseen consequence of actions many eons ago. The Shepherd had long since fallen to the ravages of time, dying on the very First Tree that Pernieth still called home. Yet for many years, the god of Death had kept the shades of dead gods in check. No more. In a last effort of hatred, for both his death, and Pernieth's assimilation of his once-domain, the shade of the Shepherd lashed out, cutting deep into Pernieth, and drawing sap. This divine blood of the Plant god was infused with both his nature, and the Shepherd's hatred. Pernieth tried to catch it to stop the inevitable, but could not, and the sap fell out of his reach.

[The Last part of Valask Noir's creation is yours, Holy]

5=8-3: Gain Domain: Animal
3=5-2: Gain Portfolio Animal (Forest)

[Durmatagno]

Vevoran Rosian, Simdred

"I never said you had to eat those horrible dreams, only destroy, and then added that you could feed here in Vevoran anytime you liked so long as your chosen dream wasn't completely consumed, but if you refuse, you refuse. That's that, not going to try and force anyone into something they don't want to do. As for this brother of your's, Xelnirov, I would very much like to meet him. I doubt I'll want much to do with him from the sounds of things, but I would still like to meet him."

There are more people I want to meet then I probably ever will, but might as well scratch someone else off the list.

He thought to himself as he patched the final dream that had been in range of the destructive dream, a light blue, and a dark blue ribbon on this one, straightened, and fixed his cloak so that it was no longer bound around him, and his face could actually be seen.

[Hatter]

Inside Simdred

Deep inside Simdred's subconcious, a thing stirs, a dream, an idea, a great equalizer, some would even say a monster and it whispered at her deepest thoughts. Thoughts that perhaps she wasn't even fully aware of.

"Funny thing, these ideas. See how casually the god destroys dreams? Funny thing, the irony. Hehehehehe... Well, perhaps it's not so funny.... Hmmmm... you smell it don't you? You can still taste it on your lips? Ohhh...please...taste of me some more...just a lick...a touch of your lips...a little more...nobody will know...it won't hurt...hehehehe"



Flute of Fate - Pestilence : Addiction seeps into Simdred at an amazingly increased rate. She hungers for more...just one more bite...just one more.

[thethird]

Vevoran - Rosian, Simdred

Simdred leads the way across the plane, evading the bubbling dreams searching for one in particular. All the time trying to keep her mind in check. Her core believes are in place. She is still very much herself. Why does she thirst? She doesn't have a physiological nor spiritual necesity for more. In fact she believes it to be a bad idea. She is thoroughly convinced that she should not partake more of the god's dream. Why was it so enticing? Had Eucle or any of the others that had devoured godly dreams had such a sensation? She knew that her mother's son had drank many godly dreams after the first, the mad's when he had fallen unconscious, the fiery when he had charged into her mind, the dead when they had answered his call... Was that mayhaps a sign of illness? Some unbalance in the god that called him to eat more? Was that what was happening to her?

Those thoughts were fully on her mind. Her hands fidgeting on the rifle, keeping themselves occupied and far away from the corked bottle of dreams that was so tempting.

When they arrived they knew. The place was a dream like no other. In fact it would be more correct to say that it was many dreams all carefully interwoven together. At first it had been a forest dream directed by the first inspirational spirits that had followed her mother's son to grow. Then when the god had partaken from the gramaric mysteries he had empowered the dream making sure it stayed put and well knit. Mortals were the most basic nurture, each adding a note of inspiration to the shared dream. When the dreaming skeletons have been added they had brought their memories making the dream more stable.

This is Neutral Ground. Or more precisely, Dream Neutral Ground. While my brother isn't here it is the fastest method to get to where he is.

Dream Neutral Ground - Rosian, Simdred, N,TP

Necessary, Therefore Possible felt the unknown pressences accompanying Simdred as they reached the city's borders. She estimated the pressences power level and made a run down to Eucle who didn't seem concerned. Access was granted. She directed some of her power to instruct the dreamers skeletal or vegetal to put the streets in proper place, certain that Simdred would be able to navigate the city through the shortest route.

Simdred was certainly able, she walked the streets with sure step, happy to be back, looking at the tall white wood buildings that were certainly alive as they let her through. Her movements were uncaring, certain, not worrying about the little incongruencies in the architecture. Sometimes she would take a step and where she to look back she would see a chasm only passable through forced perception. The trick in Dream Neutral Ground was to never look back.

She took a turn, and spinned around herself three times clockwise and a fourth counterclockwise to end walking in the same direction that she was but in a completely different street. She descended some ascending stairs and climbed a chasm. She eventually reached her precise destination a circle of standing stones made of polished obsidian and carved with runes.

There was another spirit waiting there. Smaller than Simdred, looking like a young female barely developing her feminity. Her skin was tanned, and she wore a white coat the fabric like the one worn by Simdred the first time she had met Rosian. Her golden eyes were two big orbs behind glasses made of the same material as Simdred's broken mask and her white hair was now tied in two neat braids at her back.

You've changed dear. It fits you.

The spirit stands there for a moment, almost blushing before smiling and nodding.

Rosian, dear, this is one off my mother's son daughter, Necessary, Therefore Possible. Necessary, Therefore Possible this is Rosian, god of dreams, fancy tittles and a charmer.

Pleasure to make you acquitance.

Should she give some of her corked dreams to the young Necessary, Therefore Possible? It would make her grow. Perhaps. But they were her dreams. Why should she share them?

The realm of Dreams - Xelnirov

The hunter has set a fire. It's a small one, barely a kindling of a flame, and it is carefully concealed with rocks, leaves and other debris. He cooks some meat, smokes some other and meanwhile entertains himself carving the tiger's bones. He builds himself some tools, sharp needles, knives, spikes, hooks... The hunter's trade is never ending.

Satisfied with his new utensils he partakes on the beasts meat, whatever had spawned the particular dream was salty, and started cleaning the beasts skin and preparing it for tanning.

[Durmatagno]

Dream Neutral Ground Rosian, Simdred, N,TP

"Pleasure is all mine."

He said with a small bow, smiling lightly, eyes holding still only long enough to greet her, then resumed looking over what he could see in front of him, so as to keep Simdred and Necessary, Therefore Possible in sight.

"This is certainly an interesting place, fascinating really."

Ever since his nature had changed, evolved one could say, to expand what he could claim as his domain, the silver in his eyes had become more pure, almost like a star in the sky over polished silver, though they still had a metallic sheen to them. His simple clothes beneath the ever shifting black (currently) cloak he wore had changed slightly to have silver contrasting against black.

[Holy-hunter]

Birth of a New God
Let it never be said that Pernieth was not careful. It was much less to do with his temperament, and far more to do with his nature. He had an eternity to weigh his actions, and his people rarely suffered for his waiting. So he considered each possibility carefully before doing it.

Such it was with expanding his power into the domain of flesh and animals. Someone had to care for them, and they were close enough to the Forest that it seemed natural to enfold them within his domain. So he did, drawing on the power of his Alphas, and the animals across the First Tree.

It was at this moment that something went terribly wrong, an unforeseen consequence of actions many eons ago. The Shepherd had long since fallen to the ravages of time, dying on the very First Tree that Pernieth still called home. Yet for many years, the god of Death had kept the shades of dead gods in check. No more. In a last effort of hatred, for both his death, and Pernieth's assimilation of his once-domain, the shade of the Shepherd lashed out, cutting deep into Pernieth, and drawing sap. This divine blood of the Plant god was infused with both his nature, and the Shepherd's hatred. Pernieth tried to catch it to stop the inevitable, but could not, and the sap fell out of his reach.

As the blood-sap spills, new life was formed. And so Valask Noir comes to life surrounded by the strength of pure hatred as it surpasses even death, swelling all around him in the shadows of his creation.

Born by blood, the hatred may be what malformed his creation, but it was the bitter sweet taste of revenge that infected his mind. Already present before his tongue could even taste it swelled within him, consuming, confusing.

So satisfying... It was like a drug, his first taste of existence....

So this was life, and this was his creator. Why could he feel so much HaTrEd towards him already. Valask should be thankful for his own creation but why did he feel that he had been robbed.

He looked at the world around him, his creators home and elements of his domain surrounded him. No matter how far his unformed energy scanned the planet he could not find solitude from his makers past.
He was infected by Shepard's lust for vengeance for what was stolen from him. Part of him wanted to try take the vengeance there and then, but he hadn't known how to.

He could feel the will of Shepard's shade taunting him to do it. It threatened to create Valask in his image, another piece of vengeance birthed from this powerful emotion, Hatred.

Valask instead fled.
Confused and scared he delayed his physical formation as he searched for a distraction as far from his creators domain as possible. He was quickly lured to a land of stone and tall building, filled with funny creatures who glowed with what he understood, Hatred.
Suddenly he didn't feel so lost and alone, this is somewhere he might belong.

There was one mind that sung with more hatred and a desire for vengeance that would dwarf even Shepard's Shade. So naturally Valask investigated.

Probing the mind of a jester performing for a royal, Valask bathed in delight, rejoicing in the pure and dark driving force of this creatures hatred. It's whole life had been devoted to humiliating itself and taking abuse for this one opportunity. He could hear what the creature wanted to do and so Valask made it possible.

Revenge was taken and it was beautiful. Things were right again and Valask almost felt happy.
It was a rush and he wanted more, he tried to make himself known to more and encouraged them to act on their hatred too. For a small part it worked, some violent people were suceptable to his hatred and grew addicted to it, but it wasn't as satisfying for Valask and soon the majority of these creatures tried to reject him. Rejecting hatred!? He was pushed away, rejected, alone again.

He tried to visit his friend only to find others of his kind executing him. He exploded with rage and hatred letting it all flow as he took his physical form dictated by the failed concoction of his fathers intentions and his enemies hatred.

He slew many guards that night, not enough to shift the future but enough to release his misguided hatred for Pernieth.
However he couldn't escape the hatred he had for himself as he looked upon the form he had been given. He was a failure and he hated it so much he tore at himself until he was a disfigured mess.

He took the jesters dead body and left the material plane planning never to walk upon it again. He made a new form for himself, melded from the jester, and a new mask which he fused to his disfigured face. His hatred swelled and made him stronger as he accepted it. As he grew stronger he created concealable means to deliver vengeance, so his poisoned claws were created. The very weapon the jester had used, it just seemed so fitting to replicate his tutor.

Wandering the goldly realms
Now feeling safe and secure with his mask and hidden weapons
Valask knew to keep growing in strength he would need an understanding of things, one brought only from those with experience.
So he now travels, seeking out those more experienced than he. Wandering the planes of the gods with chaos as his compass, hoping to meet again with his creator away from his place of creation. Or at the least simply bump into another individual that would aid or teach him the ways of things.

12=15-3 created organization (order of vengeance- assassins)
10=12-2 created battle artefact- Mask
7=10-3 ranked up, DR-7
4=7-3 created battle artefact- Claws

[Gunhaven]

The Kix Horde - Purity
The Kix began to slowly expand from their subterranean home. With help from the lights gifted by Kith they found that darkness wasn't a concern as much yet were still slowed by the freezing gaze of Xirmr'z, just as everyone else. They continued to grow, fighting off animals and natives, and spreading spores that would grow into the next wave of Kix. Yet Tizn'm had passed blinks ago and left the Kixian Horde to battle amongst themselves.
That was during winter. When H'vooz aligned with Oussia the Kix surged forth in unfathomed energy. From their humble beginnings they spread to encompass all that was visible from their ancient battleground. When they came upon a hamlet they washed upon it as a green tide, barbarians fighting in a screaming, unified mass while tacticians directed the Horde and vitalist kept them healed. Like a hazy sea they began to wash upon the Challenge Mountains and Surface Neutral Ground, held back for now by the flames of cities.

MIC - Shivian Plain
The Mardu gathered up the corpses of the nightmare engines hurled at them from the void. They had largely become mechanized anyway but still tinkered with the smaller ones, beasts that had jaws to devour the fallen mechanicals in a bid to repurpose them for future mechanics. What's more they had an odd habit of feeding off fear, drawing terror that would've been directed at a Mardu toward itself. When the Rix Maadi discovered the Ganduur they immediately repurposed the basic model to possess the ability to terror smith the built up metal and fear for the glory of Iu'etten.
At the same time they built upon the guile of goblinkind. The new mech was smaller than the Gaama, almost smaller than the Aram that would've housed, capable of burying through the ground, and based on the recently created Ganduur. These Taarka would help serve as scouts, squeezing into places that the goblinkind would have a hard time reaching, and finding threats before they would become any more than a nuisance for either Krenko-Ka or Arams.

Grimgok and Mal - Omen Tower
Grimgok clapped his hands and Gok said "We have done much tinkering, as you can see! Taarka, Gaama, Ganduur, Sharaat, Ataa so far and new ones all the time. Then rockets, bombs, guns, all sorts of fun! You share first, Grim give you knowledge! You have means?" He decided to not mention the Khesh, they didn't need to know from him about that terror inducing tunneler the Rix Maadi used.

Grenzo and Valask Noir - Floating through the Void
Grenzo flared to life as a new divinity approached. In the bonfire a face formed from the void, grinning at the jester. A mug floated from the fire, filled with a flaming liquid. The fire boomed out, His voice the sound of a knot popping within His flame, "Welcome to the show! Please, enjoy a mug as we gaze upon this Playground. You must be new here, My first name is Grenzo. With each accomplish of My children below I have earned another name for them to refer to Me by. What name do you prefer to be called?"

Grenzo: 1; Chaos, Cultist, Goblin, Sin PAP
Cultist (Everything in secrecy): Create Subrace Taarka (http://privateerpress.com/files/products/34089_NightwretchWEB.jpg) - Scouts that are borderline small/tiny, burrowers that keep an eye where the Aram or Goblins aren't already nested.
Goblin (Protect Goblin Kind): Create Subrace Ganduur (http://privateerpress.com/files/products/34049_Helldiver_WEB.jpg) - Based on the wreckage of the Nightmare Engines hurled down to the Playground by TukTuk, a touch smaller than a pony. They help keep the nightmares away by absorbing fear around them and keep the warrens or factories clean by devouring remains.

Hlo: 0; Moon, Sin PAP;
The Sun and the Comet turn with the seasons. The Playground getting twice the sunlight and alternatively empowering plant kind or burning the rest.

[Holy-hunter]

Valask Noir and Grenzo - Floating through the Void
"Valask Noir" he replies unsure as his gloved hand slips around the mug and his mask tilts forward as he gazes upon its contents.

The bells of his hat jingle as he looks towards the fire.
"Please tell me of your children. What is this show you speak of?"

[Gunhaven]

Grenzo and Valask Noir - Floating through the Void
Grenzo laughed, the cackle of a hearty fire, and said, His voice the sizzle of that fire, "This play is the acts of those below! The human toiling in the fields only for the Goblin to replace the pumpkin with a bomb. The Aram trying out a new design for a Gaama only for it to go crazy and kill him. Gigantism affecting a gnome, who then gives birth to a midget. The progress, the happiness, the tragedy; stories being told below us with every blink of our eyes."
Grenzo tried to think of how to explain His children, deciding to just grab a passing station full of terrified Tohiish who didn't expect to be between their Lord and His visitor. After a minute of terrified screaming from the crew they calm down enough to get over the initial terror to cheer at their Lord and shoot off a couple dozen rockets at the two deity's general direction. Those that hit Valask find the explosions bother him little, little puffs of explosion.

[Hatter]

Hidden Lab

One goblin tech came around the corner to see what the loud noise coming from the Tank room was before he noticed the newly born god out of his tank and completely free. Eyes wide with both fear and shock he immediately ran to a big red button and hit it as hard as he could before running away while screaming his head off.

It wasn't long until a squad of fully armored, quite hilariously so goblins ran into the Tank Room. They were fully dressed in black plate with "SECURITY" printed accross their breastplates in bright yellow letters.

In their hands, they held large rifles that looked like they were designed to take down dragons with super wide barrels and a glossy black finish.

One of the goblins shouted out "Use tranquilizers, men! Shoot to control!"

All barrels lined up and bolts of lightning shot out of the barrels at the Tank-Born God.

[Hatter]

Omen Tower- Bobby

Bobby came stumbling out of her room, naked save for the sheet that she haphazardly wrapped around herself and held up with one hand against her breast while the otherhand held Hero within her firm grasp, it's Divine blade fully extended.

She stumbled down the hall, her eyes though glazed over and dream-like were full of determination and her heavily tattooed skin was drenched in sweat. It was time to save her god and she wasn't going to wait a moment later.

Labyrinth of the Vanquished King, Godsfought, Reean Isles - Ulvin

The King Knight in his frozen state upon his frozen throne with his left eye shattered beyond repair turned his gaze upwards, the entirety of the Labyrinth violently shaking against the effort and his lips moved. "K-Kethniciel.... Father....H-Help."

[Holy-hunter]

Valask Noir and Grenzo - Floating through the Void
"Huh" Valask replies amusedly on a heavy breath, his bells jingle as he tilts his head watching the display.

"Hmm, quite fascinating. I have no children but I can see those touched by my brief presence." Valask is now looking past the show back to the playground. Another rocket threatens to tickle him but it is quickly redirected to the one who fired it.

He now directs his attention to the Tohiish.
"Tell me, creatures of Gorenzo, a name, one name of a particular creature who has wronged you. Give me the name of one that one who has earned your hatred!"

With that name and details he will then pull on the threads of hatred of the organisation that has grown from his brief interaction, and direct it towards the Tohiish's answer.

Valask turns back to the fire. Although the masks expression has not change, he seems pleased with himself.

[Hatter]

Inside Simdred

Even as Simdred fought against her growing addiction towards dreams, another whisper, so gentle spoke to her deep self.

"Ahhh....would you look at that juicy morsel? Just look at it. Take a good look. Mmmmm....so sweet.... so good....so.....empowering. Are you sure you don't want to take a sip? Are you positive? I think you do. Can you imagine the power? You wouldn't need to follow a little godling around. You wouldn't have to serve anyone...No...You would have the power..Ha! Look at that bottle!.."



Dog-Stick (Nourishment 1AP): Whenever Simdred feeds on dreams, she recieves double the power and energy she would otherwise get. Essentially, her very touch empowers dreams right before she feeds on them.

[Hamste]

Secret Goblin Laboratory

Shog sniffed suspiciously one last time at the items before being satisfied. It didn't smell magical but then again he wasn't quite sure what magic smelled like. He imagined it was a more earthy smell. Kind of like poop maybe. He felt he would know when something was magical at least. Then he noticed the creatures as the lightning crackled over his back plating before dissipating harmlessly. He got the feeling he was supposed to be affected somehow after the zap but he wasn’t quite sure how. He nearly ate them right then and there before he realized the attacks seemed to come from something other than magic. The power came from some sort of technology instead of magic. He had just started considering the implications of technology compared to magic and whether it should be something he was concerned about when his thoughts are interrupted by a loud grumbling noise from his stomach. His earlier resolve to eat them came back quickly with all philosophical thoughts forgotten. Might as well give them a chance to talk before eating them though. They may have some bigger food to share and he doubted they could out run him.

Shog hungry. Well Shog not truly hungry but Shog like idea of belly not being empty so Shog say Shog is hungry. Why should Shog not eat you? Shog eat you and our belly be slightly less empty and you won’t care about empty belly. Shog thinks that win for all. Shog says moving slowly forward towards the creatures. If they tried to run he would chase after them with amazing speed but for now he wanted to conserve energy and see if they did anything interesting.

[Hatter]

Hidden Lab

The armored goblins looked at eachother.

"Shog? Did it just name itself?"

"I think it did."

"Ahn's hairy bum..."

"Nevermind that, you fools! The experiment worked! Well..not exactly according to plan but it worked!" A shout raised over the steel plated heads and a female goblin in a lab coat with brilliantly blue hair pushed past them, smacking a few across their heads as she did so.

Finally, she ended up standing before Shog, adjusting her glasses and taking a good look at him. "We have plenty! Have a feeling you'll like this one! Come!"

So, she led the way through the vast chambers of the laboratory when they finally reached the top where a couple zepplin's were parked, halfling and human slaves unloading the cargo only to stop and stare at the newly born god in awe.

There was also one of the flying whales that populated the playground's sky firmly chained to the ground, a few goblins stood by, apparantly they were ready to slaughter the creature for goblin consumption. Luckily for them, they had not done so yet.

The female goblin scientist simply turned to Shog with a smile on her face and said. "Well, what are you waiting for? Eat!"

[Gunhaven]

Grenzo, Tohiish Station, and Valask Noir - Floating through the Void
The Tohiish debate amongst themselves before tinkering with a rocket. In flames they wrote a name, a human Aerialist who had stiffed them a shipment of ethanol from their Father, and partied when they eventually received news of his death through mysterious circumstances. Grenzo seemed to share in this pleasure and sent out a lick of flame in the general direction of Valask. A whisper, the invitation of fire on a cold night, "Come, let me show you something fitting for a fellow agent of chaos."

Grenzo and Valask Noir - the Madhouse
It was the first time He entered but He immediately knew which section was His. While Yhrzallus' Rhaki Elves toiled in their section and Ahn's swamp continued to birth corruption, Grenzo's Orange Khaadi had set up a massive circus tent. Inside the Oranges, heads of Jack-o'-lanterns and speckled with scales of a dragon on a body that resembled a goblin, and Yellows, creatures that look vaguely like goblins of various shades of yellow, Khaadi performed in increasingly insane acts to impress their friends and gain their approval. Grenzo burned several pseudo-natural creatures that had the unfortunate circumstance to be caught by the madness, and said "These are the souls of My children. You are welcome to join us in this Plane, letting you and those who learn of you mold your section to your liking. Although... The color scheme will need adjusting to accept a fourth... Orange for Mine, Green for Ahn, Purple for Yhrzallus. Yellow for Mine and Ahn, Red for Mine and Yhrzallus, Blue for Ahn and Yhrzallus...when we finally interact with Yhrzallus again... Suggestions...brother?"

[Holy-hunter]

Grenzo and Valask Noir - the Madhouse
The bells jingle as his head darts around, so much to look at.
Finally with an odd giggle of amusement his gaze returns to Grenzo.

With one hand tucked against his stomach and the other held out to the side, his bells rattle delightfully as he leans over deeply in a heavy bow.

"You are too kind, I shall accept."

Standing up right again he taps his fingers to the masks chin as he looks to the area he is to mold with contemplating humms.

"This is going to be fun! But I needn't any colors." he says almost excitedly.

The floor begins changing at his feet, spreading outward from where he stands. Large polished tiles of black and white marble checker the ground. Where his domain bleeders into others it will create a checkered motly of their colours in varying shades.

There's a soft grinding sound as invisible sheets of glass rise along selected lines of joining tiles.
'A glass maze' - over time the glass frosts over into a reflective mirror surface, and back again.
At the far end large chess pieces, perfectly formed and set up, rise from the checkered marble floor.

"So... what do you think so far?"

[Gunhaven]

Grenzo and Valask Noir - the Madhouse
With a pop of a knot, Grenzo hurled a nearby sniveling Orange Khaadi at the chess board that Valask had created. The creature cleaved in two on one of the glass walls, the component souls bleeding into a black pawn piece. As the souls took the new form it began to shuffle back and forth on its tile, getting used to being a black pawn. With another pop, the Cackling Flame said "An excellent start, brother! Tell me, will you send your souls to do as I've done with one of Mine? Perhaps the tormented souls of those your children kill forced to wander the maze for eternity? Or have you grander plans for your vengeance and pawns?"
Grenzo: 1; Chaos, Sin PAP
Chaos: Create Subrace - Black Khaadi. Meant for Valask Noir as a welcoming gift to the Madhouse, it's ultimately up to him if he uses them or discards them to wallow in misery.

Hlo: 0; Moon, Sin PAP

[Hatter]

The Madhouse - Grenzo, Valask Noir, Kerx

With a loud and sickening wet pop, a goblin appears between the 2 deities, greener than green with golden horns upon it's head, a firey red mane pulled into a ponytail and beady little red eyes that burned like an inferno.

In a singsong voice, he immediately started. "What's this? What's this? There's slaughter in the air!" He spun around and stared at Valask Noir for a moment before spinning back to Grenzo. "WHO THE HELL IS THAAAAAAATTTTT?????"

[Holy-hunter]

"I wish not to dwell with the victims but those that have filled themselves with my hatred and seen vengeance a plenty!"

-then the interruption-

There's an ominous jingle of Valask's bells as he leans forward over the strange newcomer. His upside down face falls infront of the goblins view.

"Why I am Valask Noir, and who would you be? You seem quite different to the others."

[thethird]

Dream Neutral Ground Rosian, Simdred, N,TP

N,TP is the one to answer first, Simdred seemingly busy with an internal soliloquy going over the prons and cons about giving to temptation.

This was initially built as a haven. A place for dream's safety away from Mezethera's terrors. Here dreams are nurtured and in turn used to grow. When the taint from Mezethera's left the seas and nights it became a refuge for the last daemons. Although the term spirit is in vogue now, the other having too many strong connotations in mortal minds. What you are seeing now isn't the city in its full splendor as most dreamers have been evicted out of the Moon, were the dream's material reflection lays after the attack. Pardon the inexacttitude but actual statistical data would be complex to process out of context. Unaccurate as it may aproximation to zero is a valid work hypothesis.

That appears to snap Simdred out of it. And she laughs. Nerviously.

Dear, you are doing to much math and too little thinking. I know, I know, you are thinking about a hundred things at once. But could we hurry up? We require a rute to the realm dreams, as close to Xelnirov as you can get us and I need... refreshments.

N,TP decides that correcting Simdred (she isn't thinking about a hundred things at the same time, she can think up to a hundred things indeed but she isn't doing so at the moment) would prove in redundant and innecessary conversation. Instead of that she produces a pouch containing ten flaks, each shines with golden hopes, and then her data tendrils fidget the runic circle by which she stands.

For an instant nothing happens, then the circles upper layer starts to swirl, spinning around itself. As it halts the runes connecting to each pillar have changed, locked in something similar to coordinates. One by one they lit in fiery light and when the last shines the circle's interior has changed. What was before a short neongrass field has been switched by a lavender's field. The purplish plants form a perfect circle, none crossing the stone circle treshold. The startled butterflies, blue wings tipped in black, do in fact cross the circle swirling out towards Dream Neutral Ground. Some are trapped on Simdred's dreamcatcher, soon surrounded by the webbing and reduced to nothingness, this seems to drive a self pleasured expression to the Praetor who smiles as she walks the treshold.

Come Rosian, dear, the path will only remain open for ten standard units of measure.

The Omen Tower - Grimgok and Mal
Mal would look confused if he still had flesh to show emotions or the organs responsible for their processment. As it stood he was simply startled. What to share with the goblins? He couldn't share the wooden designs, for they required a comprehension of the material that he couldn't really instill on the goblins and they were also sacred, nor was he certain that the goblins would even appreciate them. Still there had to be something. Something he could give away.

And there was. He would share with the goblins their treatises on mech piloting, and improving, teaching them how to instill some little magic and engineer it into something much more powerful than its parts. The same principle could be applied to mortals, like he himself had done with his own body, and certainly the goblins would benefit from being more... mechanical.

The Omen Tower- Bobby, Ur

While Ur didn't stop the mortal he rested one of his hands at her shoulder.

"I'll accompany you if you want to leave. But I would advice prudence. Have you recovered your strength and are you certain you want to go? As is we do not have tools to defeat what we might find, nor flames to liberate your god."

The Realm of Dreams - Xelnirov

Xelnirov stirred as he felt the obsidian portal in the field nearby swirling. Where there had been an eternal tide of lavender a hole suddenly appeared. The realm's dusk contrasting against the bright grass from the moon. The spirit raised his rifle, simple without sight that could give him away and the wood covered in carefully rolled black pelts, the weapon would shead no light and not give him away. He took aim, taking a breath as he sensed movement. He released it slowly as he recognized his sister. He didn't fire.


Mal is sharing with the goblins the mechanika (from Iron Kingdoms) and steam powers (from Dragonmech).

Eucle 4 AP 2 PAP

1 PAP Create Concept (Moon Rules): Moongrels and those following the moon pantheon versed in Gramarie can now use the residual power from the Visionary's attack to become chromancer (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=16628818&postcount=13) (it's always been one of my favourite gramarie PrCs).

1 PAP Create Subrace (Souls Must be Free): Hoarding Dragons (http://archive.wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd/we/20070307b) are those dragons who have a strong connection to Eucle, god of hoards, most old Wealth Dragons become Hoarding Dragons when they die.

0 AP Create Subrace (Using Mirror of Maybes): Archdaemon the Archdaemon (i'm going with daemon spelling from now on with a not so subtle retcon, so there can be true demons) are daemons who have partaken on god's dreams. They have the monster of Legacy template and divine rank 0. This makes Simdred the first Archdaemon, still the term spirit is prefered.

0 AP Teach Populace (Using the Hammer): Eucle followers can now also explicitly trade dreams with constructs (until now it was only with undead). Again trying to take a dream by force ruins it.

4 AP remaining

Lylien 0 AP + 1 PAP remaining

1 PAP Nourishment (Void takes precedence): Lylien is rereinforcing Neutral Ground's barrier, negating Pestilences that come from the void.

0 AP Teach Populace (Using Runic Stones): Rune casting, Lylien is transfering the knowledge from rune using to the moongrel.

0 AP Create Subrace (Using Scrolls of Purity): City - Mechs like the goddess mech body now there are large constructs that can serve as small cities (Lylien herself is a large metropolis) walking around the Bahosian forest.

0 AP Create Concept (Using Seed Chorus): The goddess singers can create living armor in addition to living weapons, they combine the psychic wraithwood with wealth dragon's chitin to create insectile looking armor (http://i.imgur.com/E4jD25u.jpg). The associated class is the Ironsoul Forgemaster (which prereq changes to Moongrel), in addition if an Ironsoul Forgemaster crafts living armor or weapons, or aids a singer in doing so, provided he (the crafter) has access to armor bond or weapon bond class features, other moongrels can also invest essentia and make bonds with the items.

0 AP remaining

[Hatter]

The Omen Tower - Bobby, Ur

Bobby turned, without moving her lips, her voice chimed like a chain of bells in the wind. "What would you have me do then? My god remains trapped and we just wait? Humanity is in danger while the Ice-Bitch crawls across the world and we wait? I have the strength, the weapon, all I lack is the fire. I will acquire the candlebra and then...then we can get the flames."

The Madhouse - Grenzo, Valask Noir, Kerx

Kerx grinned and raised a finger in a matter of fact manner. "I am Kerx! Kerx the Avatar of Ahn! Ahn the Disaster Thumb! Ahn the Lucky Thumb! Ahn the God who holds sway over Luck, Trickery, Envy and Pestilence! Ahn who sits on the Bloody Throne and the one who created all of that!"

Kerx pointed at the distance with a grin at Ahn's portion of the Madhouse. It was an endless expanse of twisted vines, roots and trees, massive rocks jut out of it's expanse, corruption seeping through every crack and crevice. It appeared to be silent and brooding save for the occasional roar of some kind of monster hidden within it's darkness.

[Hamste]

Hidden Lab
Shog opens his jaw in a large grin. Large trails of saliva slowly dribble from his mouth. There is a slight hissing noise when the saliva touches the ground as it dissolves small holes in the ground. He sways slightly and then there is a small poof sound as many spikes pop from his back at massive speeds. Small tendrils of flesh are attached to some of them while others are free of the tendrils. They slam home into the whale and a few of the larger creatures gawking at him. The flesh tendrils become taut and quickly drag the still living victims towards him. The whale's chains groan and the whale releases a horrible noise for just a second before the whale's flesh gives. Large chunks of meat hurtles back towards Shog spraying blood everywhere. A fair portion of the whale remains still attached to the chains with several of the tendril free spikes still in it. Shog grabs a few of the larger portions of meat off the spikes before they return to his back with the remaining meat still attached. Most of the humans are still flailing about on his back screaming in pain.

Shog starts digging in. Shog *slurp* good now. Shog get rest *munch* later. *glomp* What you want from Shog? Shog *burp* going to be very *glurp* busy soon. Shog says as he eats the meat chunks. He felt so full of energy and he needed to use it for something. Well there was something he could do while eating. He slowly formed a plane of existence

12ap=15ap-3 ap create plane
The Plane of Shog
Heavy gravity
Normal Time
Infinite size
Alterable Morphic
Dead Magic

Currently the plane is just one flat empty wasteland. It will be filled up shortly but Shog is distracted right now.

[Holy-hunter]

The Madhouse - Grenzo, Valask Noir, Kerx
Valask stands straight and with a tilt of his head stares aimlessly into the corrupt forest in a still silence.

"Krex, Grenzo, thank you for everything brothers, may I call you brothers? As much as I wish to enjoy this madness in your company I have a small matter of unfinished bussiness to attend. However it is not urgent, should there be anything you need of me or wish to share that I should know before leaving?
Say what can we do later for fun, in celebration of this union?
3=4-1 Join pantheon
0=3-3 raise divine rank, 7-8
Having found a space to be free Valask can feel his powers growing. The forest reminds him of his conception and he not only can feel the hate return, but control it too.

[thethird]

The Omen Tower - Bobby, Ur

Ur didn't seem fazed, not for an instant. He answer similarly with his mind.

Yes, the candle might be moved. We didn't want to propose that option though, we felt that doing so would alter the rules of the challenge. But since you proposed it. First let's get you an armor.

He leads her to where some tresla armorers are waiting, accompanied by some Abeslari. They have tiny wraithwood saps and plaques of chitine peeled away from wealth dragons.

[Zelphas]

Dream Neutral Ground - Eucle, Marut IV

The prosperity god himself walked to the upside down Marut, even as the creature's leg was turn to rust the god catch him before his fall. A new golden leg, made from dreamstuff was put in place.

"Yes. She misspoke. Anyone who calls others a thief without basis, anyone who makes others jump through hoops, is anyone who is not being wholy honest. You are an unreliable narrator. You are not her. But tell her. Insulting me is not the proper way to avoid conflict."

The marut is thrown across the dream like a ragdoll and the god draws both hammer and tetsubo.

"As for your other question. The dreams are going to my daughter. She is calling them. It won't be safe outside, don't try to follow."

The Marut scarcely seems to notice as it is thrown across the dream, skidding to a stop without harm. It stares down at its new leg, touching it with what could almost be considered curiosity. "I--I shall await thee here, if I may," it replies as the Wealth god vanishes, still staring at its new leg.

When Simdred and Rosian appear and begin talking to Necessary, Therefore Possible, the Marut looks up and wanders over near them, limping ever so slightly on its new leg. It does not speak, stopping a fair distance away and buzzing slightly as it observes the god, avatar, and demon.


Labyrinth of the Vanquished King, Godsfought, Reean Isles - Ulvin

The King Knight in his frozen state upon his frozen throne with his left eye shattered beyond repair turned his gaze upwards, the entirety of the Labyrinth violently shaking against the effort and his lips moved. "K-Kethniciel.... Father....H-Help."

A single tear falls from the top of the triangle in Oussia, dropping from the Void into the Playground. The tear shapes itself into a Marut as it falls, landing at the shores of Godsfought. Heedless of the Elemental Grues, the mechanical creature walks steadily to the center of the Labyrinth, standing before Ulvin. "Thou lost thy duel with the goddess of Winter lawfully; she did not use trickery to defeat thee, nor was her victory unlawful. My master cannot simply invalidate her lawful right to place thee here." The Marut paused for a long moment, looking at the ice-bound god. "However, he can help those who lawfully come to aid thee. I am that help. This is all he may lawfully do." With that, the Marut moves back into the labyrinth, seeking those lost souls who came to help their god and guiding them to the central chamber.

Kethneciel
1 AP, 0 PAP

-1 AP: Nourishment (The Law lights the path). Lawful adventurers seeking to free Ulvin from his prison find themselves aided by a powerful elder Marut, which shows them the way through the Labyrinth and helps them to fight the Elemental Grues. If they succumb to the taint of Godsfought, the Marut also grants them a swift and relatively painless death.

0 AP, 0 PAP Remaining

[Ralasha]

Random places upon the Playground: Northmen

One day additional ships arrive in places whence the Northmen have previously had peaceful contact. (Such as Ulvin's kingdom, with outlawed alcohol...)

They begin asking round-about questions about the Dragons, or even some creature named Nus the Ig...

Wherever there is a trading port by the sea. If asked why they wish to know they say only that they have been asked to quest the information.

High above, Hemeliosa watches their search, having no reason to interfere. At the very least, it is entertaining to watch.

In the Plane of Fire: Ignus' Avatar moves about searching out those that she has wronged before, but unable to find them.

The Judgement Seat: Ignus still stands before Kenethciel, waiting, though growing impatient and agitated.

The Frozen North: High atop the tallest, most southern point in the mountain chain surrounding the frozen north stands a Northman with golden eyes, looking from Horizon to horizon as though on guard.

Ignus: 2-1 Remaining; Hemeliosa: 0 Remaining

Ignus: 1 AP: Join Pantheon of Goodly Protection.

Hemeliosa: 0: Mark Mortal: Gullintanni The Watcher (Reincarnated Heroic Quasi-Immortal). He possesses a Horn of Valhalla, a Horn of Blasting, and a Horn of Sounding all combined in one item. His Iron Horn of Valhalla is special. While it otherwise acts as a normal Horn of Valhalla, it summons Einharjar. He can see over any distance in any conditions. If another plane has a physical manifestation in the void, he can see into it. If another plane is coexistent he can see into it. He has no need for Sleep Food or Water and does not age. A small difficult trail (DC 35 to climb) leads up to his perch from the interior of the Frozen North, this is the only means of reaching him.

New Magical Item: Horn of Sounding (Copper): Often carried by guards in fortress towns while watching for invaders. A Horn of sounding when used (like a normal horn) alerts all people within 1 mile of danger.
Horn of Sounding (Bronze): Same s above, but all people within 5 miles.
Horn of Sounding (Silver): Same as above, but all people within 10 miles.
Prices: Copper: 800 Gold, Bronze: 1,800 Gold, Silver: 3000 Gold
Requirements: Craft Wondrous Item; Caster Level 5, 8, 11; Spell: Sound Burst; XP: 10, 15, 20
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[Lady Tialait]

The Visionary

The arrival of Eucle gained the attention of the great old one. Cannons all aimed directly at the God of Wealth, "You are late."

Matron Nosh steps backwards for a moment, feeling the mind of her master upon her. She then addresses the Divinities. "Your first judgement has come. What is the course of action we should take regarding the God of Wealth? Deliberate, but do so quickly." the scepters given to the holders of the thrones light up. The Divinities find power in the thrones themselves accessible to them, if they choose to stay.


10 - 2 Create Pantheon Divinities - 3 Create Artifact The Divine Thrones (Combat Artifact) = 5



When the Visionary collected mortals and Gods alike to himself upon his awakening it was for one simple reason. To create a replacement for the Elder Gods in the form of a new council. Zalasram was dead, The Cosmic Mother would soon be beyond even the reasoning of the Gods, and his own Vision had foretold his death.

The Members of the Divinities are responsible for judging Gods, the power of the Pantheon can be used to punish or reward Gods who have acted in accordance with the comic rules or offended the Divinities. The power of the Divinities can only be used if all members of the Pantheon agree upon the action, and even then only in the spirit of punishment or reward.