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    Manyara

    After the arrival and departure of several gods, Manyara decided to take her leave of this dismal bog. She bowed to those who remained; made the appropriate parting salutations and then began to walk out into the bog itself.

    As she went, the Argent Maiden seemed to dim and shrink, her skin becoming rougher and wrinkled, her eyes dimming into a milky, white. As she entered the bog, the form of the Moonlight Sage was replaced with that of an old bald hobbit woman with cloudy, cataracted eyes.

    The words of the healer had not fallen on deaf ears. Manyara would witness the lives of the mortals and she would see their trials and passions for herself.

    Wisdom, after all, is about learning from the world.

    As she departed, Manyara unknowing left something behind. It was a small, gray smudge on the ground. The barest impression of darkness. It trickled away from the village, heading off away from the disguised goddess.

    It was the smallest and meanest shadow one could imagine, beneath the notice of a god. It crept through the bog, consumed with hunger.

    The shade rippled over bush and muddy puddle and sink, searching. It passed over fish and small skittering bugs, not out of distaste, but out of fear of the pale, oppressive moon. The light of the moon brooked no violence under it's watch. The shadow rippled with anger and hatred at this interruption, this unnatural intercession in the natural order of things.

    Eventually, the shadow sank into a den of some small burrowing creature; began its first meal with relish.

    It ate the creatures whole, sparing not skin nor bone nor even their small cries of fear and pain.

    Then, the shadow slept.

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    The Nameless Continent - The Crow

    Vareth Myr soared, his wings stretched out as the wind rushed through his feathers. The branches of the World Tree stretched out above him, the canopy shielding the world below from the light of the sun. Never had the Crow known the freedom of flight, only the captivity of the cage. He thought upon this as he descended to the vast landscape below the boughs of the great tree and looked upon its inhabitants. Many knew strife and suffering, and many knew peace and prosperity. This could not stand.

    With a great caw the Crow unleashed his pent-up aggression, flooding the nameless continent with the hunger and wrath that the Coward had so long scorned. Brother turned upon brother for the pettiest of disputes. Grudges long forgotten took on new life. Rivals now friends rose up against one another. All the world could feel it, the anger and wrath of War.

    The Crow slowed his descent, nearing the mountains closest to the World Tree. He alighted on the nearest peak, surveying the world below. He could smell the scent of corpses on the air, the tang of blood shed in vain. At least he thought he could. The Crow chuckled with delight. Even if it was a figment of his imagination, he would soon smell it for real. Then perhaps someone would seek out the source of all of the death.

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    The Crow has fanned the flames of mistrust, jealousy, and spite within all denizens of the earth, leading to a vast increase in violent incidents among all mortal races. The world teeters on the brink of all-out war if nothing is done. Already friends are turning on each-other, and allies are warily guarding against one another.


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    Manyara

    As if in reflex to the single night of peace, the world soon after erupted into a state of chaotic war the likes of which had never been seen before.

    Families turned against themselves, societies imploded with violence and xenophobia. Even the cool, blessing light of the pale moon could not cool the raging inferno of war that rampaged across the land.

    But within it, there were pinpoints of light and peace. An old, blind crone walked the land, preaching a message of peace and compassion. She showed those who listened how to call upon the light of the pale moon to protect themselves, to bring peace and stillness.

    They learned how to calm their raging hearts, to have inner peace; also how to bring surcease to conflict. Through them the light of the moon broke sword and shattered spear, it brought clarity and empathy to combat the hatred and rage.

    Some dedicated their lives to this pursuit, to the cause of worldly peace and universal compassion.

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    Create Organization (-1 AP): Order of the Argent Acolytes, a non-theistic religious organization that preaches universal compassion and inner peace. They operate on a strict, disciplined dogma of complete non-violence and charity. Completely neutral in all temporal conflicts, the Acolytes provide medical care, peaceful negotiation and, if needed, funerary rites to all people locked in wars or conflicts.

    Their vows require complete pacifism, a vegetarian diet and a regiment of meditation and physical exercise to promote both mental and bodily discipline. The same vows require to help anyone in need, regardless of species or affiliation.

    Their organization is not devoted to any particular god, or gods, but most revere the pale moon as a symbol of peace and tranquility. The order doesn't forbid the reverence of deities; Rylios is probably the most commonly worshiped god within the order.

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    Gigglethorne, The Hernegliscus and the three not angels anymore - The Lands of Terror

    "Eh what? I don't bloody think so!"

    In the time that The Hernegliscus has been consuming the healing magic and incarnum of one of the angels Gigglethorne had tossed out of his being, Gigglethorne had remembered that he had in some way promised that he wouldn't let a single piece of them get harmed. Feeling that he should perhaps prevent the Hernegliscus from simply claiming the poor things, Gigglethorne quickly reached out to the angels that had been dragged into the ground. He quickly fished them out of the ground with a sigh of relief, he had managed to pull them out. However two of the three had changed quite drastically after being pulled from the ground. The metal bodies had shifted into flesh, blood, muscles and bones. The two former angels now appeared to look like meatbags, writhing and squirming. The only angel coming out of this somewhat alright being the one the Hernegliscus had fed from having only just been dragged under ground.

    "Oh dear. This is quite the predicament... Well, I swore that not a single piece of them would be harmed by me so this is technically not a breach... every piece has been harmed... mmm. Looks a bit... gross I suppose... Let us take a look to see if there is anything I can do to at least make them less... grotesque."

    Lifting the two meatbags, Gigglethorne began to mold them with his shadow, changing their shape until they appeared humanoid again. After much work, they had actually begun to look even better then Gigglethorne imagined they would end up, now with more more feathered wings and a tail because he felt like it.

    "Ha! I am a genius! Now then how are you feeling?"

    There was no response and being confused at why they were not responding, Gigglethorne took a look into their minds. Their minds had become a mess of emotions, memories and thought.

    "Hum... gonna have to do something with this... heh should be fun."

    After a minute of tampering with their mental capacities and personality traits they had finally begun to function as living beings should. Gigglethorne looked proudly upon the new and improved beings in front of him, looking from the male to the female one with glee as they knelt before him.

    "Greetings you sexy people! I am Gigglethorne and I am a god, the god that pulled you from the ground actually and prevented you from being taken by the big bad thingamajig over yonder. Now then, first things first, you are not angels. Though I think you already understood that. As for what you are now... I dunno, how bout Succubi for the lady and Incubi for the man. Not like you have the right to disagree anyway."

    "Thank you for this chance at life Milord."

    "Mmm... You two need names, so lets see..." Points at the male "You shall be named... Nero!" Points at the female "And you shall be named... Elona!"

    Now that Gigglethorne had some time he paused to look at the only angel left, said angel being in the grasp of the Hernegliscus.

    "I should be annoyed at you because of what you've done, probably am a bit annoyed. However you have allowed me to have quite a bit of fun here, so I'm willing to let it pass."

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    Organic. Sexy. Illusion magic capable. Wings(Retractable). Tail(Retractable). Mind affecting abilities. Enters dreams to feed off of vitality. Alternatively can drain those it has physical contact with of vitality(Usually sex but capable of doing it otherwise). Cannot survive without taking vitality from others, and cannot take vitality from its own species(other succubi/incubi). Can have children with any race. Those who have their vitality drained may become a thrall. If enough vitality is drained, victim may die. Succubi/Incubi highly dependent on vitality to survive. Their bodies do not produce vitality.

    Generally amorous. Can blend in with crowds. Tries not to resort to violent means but are capable of defending themselves when needed.

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    The Hernegliscus, Gigglethorne, Three Lost Angels – The Lands of Terror


    Where were they, what was this place that lay underneath the soil? Tunnels and caverns, with tendrils of glass pulling at the angel and its brethren. Narcariel could hear them screaming, strange ragged screams that it wouldn’t have thought possible from an angel’s mouth, being pulled apart into the vastness of The Bleak. Were those… eyes? So many glass eyes… Suddenly they were being pulled away from the terror below to the sweet merciful… terror that was at the surface. The angel looked across at the others, arteries visibly pulsing outside their bodies and their mouths open in a soundless scream. But the… Gigglethorne was changing them, making them… What were they? Narcariel pulled its own hand from out under it, and sighed with relief to see it was still an angel.

    “ƬℌỆ ℊōȡ ṜỬℐṋ℮Ḑ ƫℍǝℳ.”

    This thing, it started this, dragged them under. By Vitae it would have vengeance. With a roar the angel flew to its feet again, zooming around The Hernegliscus until it found a back that wasn’t facing it. And plunged its arm into the creature as it had to him, and cracks formed spread out, just short of shattering that section. But then suddenly it healed, every crack disappearing in an instant and capturing his arm. But the angel didn’t give up, smashing down its other arm in attempt to free the first one, not a dent. As Narcariel realised that the thing had let it break in, he began to pray.

    “Aedifus, Rylios, Dragon, hear my pr-“

    “ƮȞęƴ ℭặŅ’Ť ℌℯÂŖ ỷőǙ ℍƐ℟ⱸ. ℑⱦ ℄ĺĨℳṥ ƬℎÍϨ.”

    There was a brief race to see which one would happen first, whether the angel would take Manyara’s Oath and be freed, or The Hernegliscus would pull the angel into its mass and render it inert. The Hernegliscus won.

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    The god ruined them.
    They can't hear you here. It claims this.


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    Alter Land -0 AP Infused Plane (The Bleak): A little like The Crackling Below, The Bleak is a massive system of caves, tunnels and caverns that run under the surface of Adeteerin, though no tunnels go below The Carnival.
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    The Crow and the Lady Fair

    It is said that the crow appears in civilized lands only to serve as a herald of death. It is said that on the eve of great disasters, whole murders of crows gather and await their feast. Like many things these things are said for a reason, and to find that reason one need only look to the tale of the Crow and the Lady Fair...

    Once upon a time, during the long days of strife when angel and demon fought one another, the mortal races lived in crippling fear of their final breath. Yet some dared to dream and wonder, to ignore the obvious possibility of war and death and to strive to live in a world without suffering. One of these brave and noble souls was a noblewoman by the name of Anwen. Anwen was beautiful beyond compare, with silken hair and skin as soft as velvet. She lived her life wilfully ignorant of the dangers posed by the many squabbles raging outside of her home. Anwen tended her garden, dressed in fine clothing, and attended lavish balls, all in the pursuit of happiness and love. As time went on, Anwen's home grew more and more beautiful and luxurious. Her neighbours would praise her for her beautiful gardens, and would happily attend her extravagant parties.

    One day, a bird with feathers as black as soot alighted on the willow tree in the centre of her garden. Never had Anwen seen such an exquisite bird of such colour, for despite its darkness it held a splendour beyond that of even the hens raised in her neighbour's farms. Anwen walked closer to the bird, calling out softly to try to get its attention. The bird cocked its head at her, and then flew off in a flurry of black feathers. Later that night, at one of Anwen's famous parties, one of her neighbours told Anwen about the recent banditry and murders in the next town over. Though disturbed by the news, Anwen refused to let it interfere with her party and celebrated long into the night.

    The next day, Anwen went outside into her garden to find ten black birds perched in her tree. As she approached, one stared at her and cocked its head. Recognizing the bird, Anwen called out. The other nine birds scattered, flapping away in a flurry of black feathers. Yet the one from before stayed, staring at the lady who approached him.
    "What are you?" asked Anwen.
    "I am the Crow." replied the bird, spreading its wings wide to show off its black plumage.
    "What are you doing here?" Anwen asked.
    "Waiting for a meal." The Crow replied, staring at Anwen.
    "What do you mean?" Anwen asked the bird, confused.
    Yet the Crow did not speak, and instead flew off, following the other birds.

    A few days later, Anwen came into her garden to find thirty black birds perched in her tree. Startled, she was about to go back inside when she heard a voice.
    The Crow said. "It won't be long now."
    Anwen turned back to the crows, frightened. "What won't be long?" She asked.
    Yet the Crow did not speak, and instead stared at Anwen, cocking its head to the side. Anwen sighed and headed back inside to prepare for her next party.

    The next day, Anwen was at the market buying ingredients to cook her famous apple pies. As she went about her business, Anwen noticed black birds perched in the trees and on the market stalls. Though unnerved, she shrugged and went on with her shopping. As she paid the farmer behind the stall for a basket of apples, the crows began to fly away and caw loudly. Anwen dropped her apples, startled as her neighbours began to scream. Market stalls toppled over and people dropped to the ground as horsemen rode past, skewering the townspeople on spears and firing pitch-soaked arrows into the crowds. Anwen panicked, quickly hiding herself beneath a stall. The screams and havoc went on and on, each passing minute striking more fear into Anwen's heart. After the slaughter was done, and the riders long gone, Anwen finally crawled out from her hiding place.

    The scene that greeted her was one of utter devastation. Her home, her neighbours homes, and her neighbours all laid in ruin. Corpses lay strewn about the streets and fires raged throughout the town. Among all of this were the crows, hundreds of them, perhaps thousands. Those who were not dead cried out with hoarse throats for someone to help them, but the only reply was the pecking of the crows. Anwen looked about, horrified at the sight, and saw the splendour of the first Crow amid the carnage, staring at her. She stumbled towards him and spoke.

    "Why? What is this?" She begged of the Crow.
    "It is my feast." He replied simply. "Don't you know that crows are the heralds of death?"


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    Crows are well known to gather in numbers where there will be great amounts of death, and anyone who knows where to look can find the early warnings of a Murder's approach. Ahead of great armies and in places of soon-to-be mass slaughter fly large murders of crows. The more crows, the larger the slaughter to come. Sages and Mystics can often tell when dark times are ahead by the coming of the Crows.
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    The Hernegliscus, Gigglethorne, Three Lost Angels – The Lands of Terror


    Where were they, what was this place that lay underneath the soil? Tunnels and caverns, with tendrils of glass pulling at the angel and its brethren. Narcariel could hear them screaming, strange ragged screams that it wouldn’t have thought possible from an angel’s mouth, being pulled apart into the vastness of The Bleak. Were those… eyes? So many glass eyes… Suddenly they were being pulled away from the terror below to the sweet merciful… terror that was at the surface. The angel looked across at the others, arteries visibly pulsing outside their bodies and their mouths open in a soundless scream. But the… Gigglethorne was changing them, making them… What were they? Narcariel pulled its own hand from out under it, and sighed with relief to see it was still an angel.

    “ƬℌỆ ℊōȡ ṜỬℐṋ℮Ḑ ƫℍǝℳ.”

    This thing, it started this, dragged them under. By Vitae it would have vengeance. With a roar the angel flew to its feet again, zooming around The Hernegliscus until it found a back that wasn’t facing it. And plunged its arm into the creature as it had to him, and cracks formed spread out, just short of shattering that section. But then suddenly it healed, every crack disappearing in an instant and capturing his arm. But the angel didn’t give up, smashing down its other arm in attempt to free the first one, not a dent. As Narcariel realised that the thing had let it break in, he began to pray.

    “Aedifus, Rylios, Dragon, hear my pr-“

    “ƮȞęƴ ℭặŅ’Ť ℌℯÂŖ ỷőǙ ℍƐ℟ⱸ. ℑⱦ ℄ĺĨℳṥ ƬℎÍϨ.”

    There was a brief race to see which one would happen first, whether the angel would take Manyara’s Oath and be freed, or The Hernegliscus would pull the angel into its mass and render it inert. The Hernegliscus won.

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    Lands of Terror, Gigglethorne and the Hernegliscus

    Observing the Hernegliscus and seeing the third angel in its body, Gigglethorne came to a decision. It was not worthwhile getting in a fight with this oddity in its realm over one ultimately insignificant life. If it somehow managed to escape then perhaps it would be worth something, however Gigglethorne doubted very much it would ever escape the Hernegliscus.

    "Mmm... well, this little foray has been somewhat eventful. However I suppose its time for me to go. Adios!"

    Gigglethorne's shadow had crept underneath the two cubi, after which they fell into it. Then Gigglethorne fell backwards into his shadow.

    Back in the First world - The Dismal Bog

    As other Gigglethorne juggled the little Gigglethorne's, watching the other gods leaving the area, he felt a small tug at the edge of his conscious. After which Gigglethorne suddenly fell out other Gigglethorne's shadow, releasing the two cubi from his body immediately. After patting himself over, Gigglethorne saluted other Gigglethorne.

    "Good work me! No one could have juggled themselves quite so splendidly! However its time for me to once again be whole."

    Other Gigglethorne nodded and absorbed all the little Gigglethorne's back into its body, after which it shook Gigglethorne's hand and melted back into Gigglethorne.

    "Wonderful, I feel whole again. Now then, Nero and Elona, my beautiful children, it is time for you to head out into the world to make a name for yourselves and your species. Work hard to ensure the survival of your species and then come find me up in the north if you still feel like finding me. Otherwise I bid you good fortune and wish you all the best."

    Nero and Elona were then surprised to find Gigglethorne hugging them, something they had never expected of him.

    "Take care of yourselves, oh and before I forget. Do not go near Mt. Steel and avoid any fellow who goes by Aedifus, who also looks like a short stumpy fellow with four arms no face and eight eyes. That would be an awkward meeting."

    "Eh? Why?"

    "Well things happened and I don't believe me or any of my creations should go anywhere near him for a while... maybe a few millennia would be enough... In any case, Farewell!"

    Gigglehtorne once more took off on his journey to see the world.

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    Aedifus continued his work, forging things and discarding them often as useless. He enjoyed making new things, even if those things were useless, but his real joy came from making things that would be used. Aedifus had just finished making a larger, god sized, crossbow, and was aiming it around when a beautiful chicken arrived.

    Dropping his hammer onto his anvil he sat and looked at the chicken creature that had apparently gotten too tired to notice his surroundings. Aedifus poked him. "Chicken? What are you doing here? You are rather pretty aren't you? Maybe I can take some of your feathers and use them for decoration...?"


    It wasn't that the Coward suddenly grew a spine, it was just that he was exhausted, and the shame from the Crows earlier still weighed heavy upon his beak. So when this being suddenly approached him and, like the Crows, didn't acknowledge his divinity, the Coward simply snapped.

    He turned angrily toward the speaker and drew himself to his full height - although it wasn't that much, but in this righteous anger, the Coward finally displayed all his facets of divinity. He was the Rooster! His feathers were the color of blood, the blood of all those who were to fall in battle and those who had already fallen. The power of his armaments was on full display. His swords, the greatest ever crafted cut deep grooves in the mountain of steel as he stood up. Those scars will be there for all eternity. It was an awe inspiring sight. This was the general of the Ebon Court. There could be no doubt.

    Now if only those damn crows were around to see this. . .

    Nonetheless the Coward spoke with anger in his voice - anger that was the force of a thousand swords upon shields, the battle crys of a thousand warriors.

    I am no mere Chicken! I am the General, I am In-Arl. Whom speaks to me with such lack of respect?!

    It is almost an axiom at this point that the Coward speaks without thinking first. For as soon as those foolish words left his mouth he saw to whom he was speaking to. His own divinity wasn't in question, and neither was his speakers. Before him stood a stocky thick limbed being, with two legs, four arms and no face! Instead of a face, his empty head simply held eight eyes evenly spaced in a circle. It was a terrifying sight! Though the Coward didn't know this was the Forge Lord!

    The Coward trembled, wishing he could take back his words. All the heat and fire that he had felt vanished, and he was left shivering and cold. All that might of divinity and the display of his fearsome weapons were gone, instead he appeared a mere Chicken again - in form and in spirit. In an attempt to appear gracious and to avoid this faceless monstrosity from killing him he said.

    I . . . I am merciful, I shall spare your life - interrupting my sleep is no . . . no death sentence. Um. . . who are you?
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    Yea, that is a nice rabbit.
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    HOW HAS THIS WORLD BECOME SO AWED BY A PATHETIC, TIRED CHICKEN?
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    All Praise In-Arl for his wisdom and tasty dark meat.
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    El and the Sky Lord
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    El and the Strange Plants

    El's light dimmed, and it searched around itself for a while, and then took flight to the grand tree to investigate the life around there.

    El saw shifting, moving plants and he flew down to investigate them. He chimmed a greeting, and then spoke both with his mind and his voice. "Living Plant, I am El. What are you? In what ways are you perfect?"

    El and the Hobbits

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    At the same time, or perhaps before or perhaps after, El landed beside a hobbit village.

    He chimmed a few notes that sounded almost like music, and the hobbits came to investigate.

    "Small hobbits are you. I am El. In what ways are you perfect?"

    The hobbits look at each other, and slowly began gesturing with their hands until one of them made a fist and another revealed his hand outstretched. At this time the fist-hand hobbit groaned and stepped forward. "Hail El, I am the one named Timwise. Perfection is a difficult goal, and hard to know when it is reached. Can anything ever truly be perfect, even in one aspect?"

    There was an intricate display of lights and a beautiful, laughing chiming sound. "Perfection is a moving target, but things grow towards it at all times. Some are bound to touch it before it jaunts off, taunting them. If not perfect, what about you is exceedingly better than others?"

    Timwise set hand to chin and pondered for a long, full minute. "Cooking. We cook the best. And we grow the best pipeweed. And our parties are much better than other races. I suppose we know how to have fun better than others."

    This was not an answer El had expected. Cooking? Drugs? Wild parties? This was not a thing to strive for! Or perhaps it was?

    El manifested himself as a blue, slightly glowing hobbit. "Very well. I will have some of your cooking, and your pipeweed and your parties."

    "Sounds like you want a potluck. What can you bring?"

    El pondered for a few years, or seconds, it was hard to say. The hobbits had not moved in the slightest when he replied, so it was likely no more than a few days, El assumed. "I have seen your pipeweed, and I will cause a great deal of it to grow rapidly. That is what I will bring: growth of pipeweed."

    The hobbits seemed pleased by this, so they set about preparing for a feast to celebrate the pipeweed growth.

    When the sky darkened, the village still had light that filtered through the trees. The village went dark, and grew light again, and finally the whole world was dark. El waited patiently.

    "Every dish we hold most dear is present. We have prepared a table for you to sit at and sample every dish."

    And so El sat, and he ate, and he ate, and he ate. So much food that only a god could have withstood this amazing amount of intake, a god or a hobbit that is.

    When he had finished his dozens of small plates of food he chimed once and spoke. "I see the merit in cooking food for pleasure and not survival. It brings joy. Joy is a worthwhile endeavor."

    "Joy is the most important part of life! Now... about that pipeweed?"

    El glimmered, and a noise could be heard from the pipeweed plants. A few hobbits ran to go check and yelped with surprise. "Too much! We'll never smoke all of this before it goes bad!"

    "Nonsense. With a strong heart, and an eager mind, no amount of... El, that is too much pipeweed. But let's give it a go anyways!"

    And so El and many hobbits smoked pipeweed for pleasure. There truly was too much, so El took some of it with him back to the Pith and instructed them to grow it, both for pleasure and for trade. If the Pith were to be perfect, they must also be perfectly happy. And grow superior quality pipeweed.

    El had grown a taste for pipeweed.
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    Captain Obad and Party, Climbing the world Tree

    The group returned to the ship. At this point, the desire to not go against the wishes of Obad began to shift as all but eight of the party volunteered to take the ship back to the mainland, and to tell their fellow River people what they had discovered. Of the eight that had desired to stay, two of them were in dispesible to the ship including the first mate. That left six. All but one of those six were sailors. The tourists, explorers, merchants, and scholars were relunctant to take that trek. All but one. The sixth remainer was a young scholar apprenticed to an elder of little reputation. She was not the greatest physical speciman, but with youth on her side she felt confident.

    The six camped at the bay that night, before begginning their trip first returning to Mighty-Roots-Under-Bough, the to take the almost week journey to White-Blossoms-In-A-Nook.

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    The Spice Must Flow
    Rathazook spent some time pondering His place. His favored children, the demons, were mostly bound to the tunnels he had tasked them with maintaining and defending. Their creation, the tieflings, were still able to spread fear to the lands above. While they were aided by the moon they were harmed by the sun and no amount of trickery would change that. Still they were aided by the sins of their prey in unforeseen ways.
    One such way originated with the coasts of the world. The sea levels began to sink minutely, hardly noticeable by mortals. What was noticeable was a sharp increase in crow sightings, shark attacks, and fish washing ashore already dead. Shortly afterwards the fishermen who were in the affected areas became more violent, something that was at first attributed to the already increasing tensions of the land. Yet they were capable of inhuman acts of strength that was better associated with the wrathful Lost than a hobbit fisherman. Such bursts of strength lasted at most four hours before whatever effect caused it wore off with no memory of what caused it.
    For weeks the cases piled up until eventually the common cause was found. All those afflicted had eaten fish a mere five minutes before their violent rampage. Of course by that point in time the culprit had spread throughout the seas and it became nigh impossible to track down.
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    Aedifus fell back when the chicken yelled at him. Terrified of upsetting The God-Killer, Aedifus waved his hands in front of him. "No, no, Lord In-Arl! You misunderstand! I was merely complimenting your feathers, and saying how they would make for beautiful decorations! I was also making sure you were still alive! I know you are beyond powerful, but... Ah... I have heard of your mercy, and I... made this deadly and horrible weapon for you as tribute!"

    Aedifus grabbed his crossbow and fired a bolt into the ground nearby In-Arl. Despite the mountain being made of steel, the bolt sunk its way into the mountain. "I am Aedifus, the... Greatest Smith to have every lived! I make powerful weapons, weapon that can kill even Gods! Here you can have this cross bow. No, no, you don't want that! I will make something even deadlier for you! Something that fires bolts even faster! Those who cross me find legions of powerful angels with weapons beyond understand! And I have a great host of allies! Dozens of allies!"

    Aedifus hoped that, while immensely powerful, In-Arl wouldn't think to act against dozens of Gods. Especially not ones armed with such dangerous weapons. Of course that was a bluff, he only had a half-dozen allies and none of them had any of these new weapons yet.

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    The General and his Smith

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    Aedifus fell back when the chicken yelled at him. Terrified of upsetting The God-Killer, Aedifus waved his hands in front of him. "No, no, Lord In-Arl! You misunderstand! I was merely complimenting your feathers, and saying how they would make for beautiful decorations! I was also making sure you were still alive! I know you are beyond powerful, but... Ah... I have heard of your mercy, and I... made this deadly and horrible weapon for you as tribute!"

    Aedifus grabbed his crossbow and fired a bolt into the ground nearby In-Arl. Despite the mountain being made of steel, the bolt sunk its way into the mountain. "I am Aedifus, the... Greatest Smith to have every lived! I make powerful weapons, weapon that can kill even Gods! Here you can have this cross bow. No, no, you don't want that! I will make something even deadlier for you! Something that fires bolts even faster! Those who cross me find legions of powerful angels with weapons beyond understand! And I have a great host of allies! Dozens of allies!"

    Aedifus hoped that, while immensely powerful, In-Arl wouldn't think to act against dozens of Gods. Especially not ones armed with such dangerous weapons. Of course that was a bluff, he only had a half-dozen allies and none of them had any of these new weapons yet.


    As the bolt pierced the steel mountain right in front of the Coward, he felt terror. He never really thought of his own claws as anything special - indeed he didn't even notice that they too had scored the steel mountain. All he knew was that this bolt, this weapon was strong enough to damage this mountain, which meant it was strong enough to kill him.

    This god had the power to end his life with a twitch of his many arms. And what's more he claimed to have given such a weapon to hundreds of angels . . . whatever those were . . . but they sounded terrifying. To be caught in the cross sights of such an army - each so called angel - with the power to kill a God. The thought made him quake!

    And this god claimed to have the backing of other more powerful gods?! Even though the Smith said allies instead of masters, that's where the Coward's mind went. He couldn't imagine what creatures held the reigns over someone as powerful as this!

    At that moment the Coward knew that he couldn't back down. Just like when he stood up to the Horror at the dawn of the world, if he backed down surely he would be torn asunder. The illusion of his power must be maintained for him to survive. Of course, the sad fact was that there was no illusion, the Rooster truly was that powerful. But to him it was power based on a lie, and thus lie he must.

    He spoke, trying his best, and failing to keep the fear he was feeling from infecting his voice. Just by chance this made his voice sound very deep and impressive.

    Hah! Such weapons are like toys before me! But I am impressed Smith! You say you have Masters, but I can offer you greater company. Come with me and pledge yourself and your armies to the Ebon King's cause. Join the Ebon Court, and together, you and I shall create much greater weapons!

    Imagine . . . um . . . take your so called cross bow. . . but . . . um . . . imagine if instead of string. . um coiled spring . . it used the power of Dawn . . . um . . an explosion of great power to shoot it out even greater distances. . . and that . . . um. . . projectile was filled with the potential to also explode! Hah, you see!? While you can build weapons of war you do not have the imagination of war. Join me and we can build weapons of dangerous ruin!


    Now obviously, the Coward was just running his mouth, but he was hoping that this dangerous god would buy it. After all if he was also this god's allies, perhaps this god wouldn't kill him and this god's masters wouldn't kill him. He couldn't simply say that though . . . I mean . . . he couldn't pledge alliance to another master. . . or his beloved Ebon King would kill him! So many people could or may want to kill him!

    Now that he spoke with such aplomb, he unconsciously raised his leg in defense - to the other god though it could have been seen as a threat, a threat by the longest and strongest swords he had ever seen - the swords of the god of war himself - and the Rooster asked very very nervously:

    A general needs his army and his armory, what do you say?
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    The Hobbits and the Tumbleweed
    The Lotus bounced along rolling over the waves as if it was dry land as he traveled from Mount Steel to the Unnamed Continent. The giant tumbleweed moved erratically going one way and another as it was driven by the wind. But even though Enoch and the rest of the angelic host knew where their chosen god was going and flew straight and true they found they had trouble keeping up with the Lotus. For despite appearances it was still a god.

    So it was that the god Lotus came to the lands of the hobbits. It stopped a while to let the angels rest, and while they did it spread life along the beach line, all manner of plants and animals optimized to live in such an environment. No doubt other creatures already existed and would compete with the new ones. The Lotus did not care which would win, only that life would go on in one form or another. For such was its nature.

    As the divine procession continued on into the hobbit lands they saw many things. They saw villages of hobbits going about their business and farming the lands. They saw tieflings raiding the hobbits during the night, and after some persuasion the Lotus sent the angels to aid in their defense. But most troubling they saw the murders of crows everywhere in the skies. And when they investigated they saw no more tiefling raids, but hobbits fighting among themselves. Neighbor fighting neighbor, brother fighting brother.

    The angels were much dismayed at this sight. What use protecting the mortals from the demon onslaughts if they merely killed each other instead. The Lotus was inscrutable. It pondered these sights, and simply continued onward seeing more and more.

    The Orchani and the Being of Light
    Dry-pod-on-a-verdant-vine simply stared at the strange being for a few moments. Somehow it knew that this being was the cause of the strange thoughts that had entered its mind. It was a little disoriented because such philosophical questions were usually reserved for the Orchani-Miran, and currently it was hunting deer in the forests of the steeply sloping branches.

    Finally it shifted its leaves and broadcast its reply, though no doubt the being of light picked the answer out of its mind before it had even moved a single leaf.

    "I am Dry-pod-on-a-verdant-vine, of the Great Progenitor Silver-Leaves-Clinging-To-The-Trunk. I profess no perfection. For the Great Progenitors surpass me in the every mental aspect, and our less adept cousins in the physical. I am however the best hunter of the creatures-which-navigate-the-steep-forests-on-four-legs in my Orchani-Miran."

    The Journey of the Roots
    Mighty-Roots-Under-Bough was ecstatic that the hobbits had returned and agreed to go. It provided them with it's most pliable lart. A mammoth beast that snorted once and then returned to browsing the mud for fat grubs. With some work the hobbits and orchani were able to to rig up a saddle for the hobbits and their supplies.

    Mighty-Roots-Under-Bough provided one last thing before the hobbits were off. A small glowing pod, which it said was for White-Blossoms-In-A-Nook, and some advice. "In three days travel you will come to crack in the Great One. This divides my territory from that of White-Blossom-In-A-Nook. You may be able to find another way across, but for my children the only passage is a great ridge of bark, which crosses the divide. If you choose to use it, for it is the most direct way, then be warned that it is a constant source of contention. My children and those of White-Blossom-In-A-Nook often attempt to claim it for themselves. Be careful."

    And so it was that after several days of travel the hobbits found that it was as Mighty-Roots-Under-Bough had said. The World Tree was as awe inspiring as ever. What would in a normal tree be a small deformation in the branch was here a mighty canyon hundreds of meters deep. The Bark Bridge was itself wide enough to fit a hobbit village on. And unfortunately on it were several dozen orchani racing against each other.

    The young scholar had been tutored in the color signs of the orchani before the hobbits had left, and though she had not yet achieved mastery the meanings of the colorful leaves on display was clear. The orchani here were fighting a pitched battle for control of the bark bridge.
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    As the bolt pierced the steel mountain right in front of the Coward, he felt terror. He never really thought of his own claws as anything special - indeed he didn't even notice that they too had scored the steel mountain. All he knew was that this bolt, this weapon was strong enough to damage this mountain, which meant it was strong enough to kill him.

    This god had the power to end his life with a twitch of his many arms. And what's more he claimed to have given such a weapon to hundreds of angels . . . whatever those were . . . but they sounded terrifying. To be caught in the cross sights of such an army - each so called angel - with the power to kill a God. The thought made him quake!

    And this god claimed to have the backing of other more powerful gods?! Even though the Smith said allies instead of masters, that's where the Coward's mind went. He couldn't imagine what creatures held the reigns over someone as powerful as this!

    At that moment the Coward knew that he couldn't back down. Just like when he stood up to the Horror at the dawn of the world, if he backed down surely he would be torn asunder. The illusion of his power must be maintained for him to survive. Of course, the sad fact was that there was no illusion, the Rooster truly was that powerful. But to him it was power based on a lie, and thus lie he must.

    He spoke, trying his best, and failing to keep the fear he was feeling from infecting his voice. Just by chance this made his voice sound very deep and impressive.

    Hah! Such weapons are like toys before me! But I am impressed Smith! You say you have Masters, but I can offer you greater company. Come with me and pledge yourself and your armies to the Ebon King's cause. Join the Ebon Court, and together, you and I shall create much greater weapons!

    Imagine . . . um . . . take your so called cross bow. . . but . . . um . . . imagine if instead of string. . um coiled spring . . it used the power of Dawn . . . um . . an explosion of great power to shoot it out even greater distances. . . and that . . . um. . . projectile was filled with the potential to also explode! Hah, you see!? While you can build weapons of war you do not have the imagination of war. Join me and we can build weapons of dangerous ruin!


    Now obviously, the Coward was just running his mouth, but he was hoping that this dangerous god would buy it. After all if he was also this god's allies, perhaps this god wouldn't kill him and this god's masters wouldn't kill him. He couldn't simply say that though . . . I mean . . . he couldn't pledge alliance to another master. . . or his beloved Ebon King would kill him! So many people could or may want to kill him!

    Now that he spoke with such aplomb, he unconsciously raised his leg in defense - to the other god though it could have been seen as a threat, a threat by the longest and strongest swords he had ever seen - the swords of the god of war himself - and the Rooster asked very very nervously:

    A general needs his army and his armory, what do you say?
    The creature didn't even wince at the raw power of Aedifus' new weapon. He laughed in the face of Aedifus' most powerful weapon and in moments described a weapon with far more power. How could Aedifus even hope to survive standing before such a god. His only chance was to surrender.

    But suddenly, the Demon General, God Slayer, King of the Ebon Court, In-Arl Champion of Mercy offered him a job! What hope did he have but accept? "A weapon such as that may be more powerful. I would be delighted to visit your courtroom, King In-Arl. I had no idea you held a court. This weapon you describe... I could easily forge it for you."

    In truth Aedifus had no idea what the Great And Mighty In-Arl was talking about, but he had a hunch that he could figure it out if only he knew one thing. "You will, of course having so many resources yourself, have to supply me with this some of the Power of the Dawn. As for my own armies, I am afraid a great general currently has them and lead them into glorious war. But I, myself, am a force to be reckoned with. Take me to your Court, Master In-Arl, so I may dazzle you with weapons you can only dream of! I will take your wildest dreams and make them into terrible realities!"

    Aedifus grabbed up his hammer with one hand, held aloft his crossbow with another, picked up burning lava in another, and finally snatched up a massive hunk of steel. "Lead the way, to my new forge."

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    I lingered a moment as I studied the images of the unknown gods. I had stood at the base of the great tree long ago not knowing that the one that claimed the title King lived high up in its branches and reigned over his Court. I knew of The Dawn's works, and could only assume it was a member of the King's Court. In-Arl sounded fearsome, indeed, and was likely a member of the King's Court as well.

    With The Hernegliscus gone, I turned to Mock, "I would return to my home in Umbra. If you've need of me, you'll find me there. I leave you now to forge your own path in this world." There was much to consider and many tasks to complete.

    Mock yawns and stretches, its many mouths and tongue-like arms melting into more humanoid proportions as they were covered in pale skin once more. "Well, that was interesting. Until next we meet, my Bastard Prince."

    Mock flexes its dark wings and flies off into the fog-shrouded sky, pausing for an exaggerated salute.


    Mock/[Shun] - Skies far above Tirdienw (or so the Cold-One called it)

    Frost from the deep and utter cold that filled the space between spaces steaming from it's wings, Mock gazed upon the lands below. And stared, apparently awestruck.

    "Praise be unto that holiest of all things, Me. What a beautiful creation this world is. I..." For perhaps the first time in it's existence, words failed it. These skies seem to be momentarily absent of divine observers. Enough theatrics, then. Mock's flesh strained and bulged as countless eyes burst forth, swarming around the floating god, jerking and twitching as they sought to take in all that could be perceived.

    Life. So much life. Diminutive bipeds, nurturing what life they can from the soil, nevertheless abundant, reaching out into the seas themselves, on floating buildings. A land of plenty to the north, with more of those creatures...but somehow different? They taste of a nascent darkness, likely from...there. A blasted hellscape, positively reeking of strife. That would be where Rathazook and his demon courts lie, then. While potentially a powerful ally, he does not seem particularly active at the moment. Perhaps something could be done to change that...

    A massive tree, reaching far into the heavens, and...some place else. The court of the Ebon King, presumably. Among the upper branches...oh! Such lithe forms, entwined with such beautifully tempting shadows. Those would be a fine place to start, except... such a powerful radiance lies among them, at this time. The Dawn has settled at the boughs of the great tree, then. Lower down, insectoid creatures woven with elven forms, and animate plants of varying stages of mobility.

    Hmm. Some of those diminutive creatures border upon the hellscape, speaking to...interesting. They appear as hobbits, but ones the dark has bitten and chewed upon for a long time, now. Such power lies within them, held in check by their fear, solitude, and uncertainty. Faux shall have a visit to pay, then.

    And of course, those armored beings, almost radiant with divine gifts. Truly, a force to be reckoned with. Something shall have to be done about them, in time. For now...That is the Smith God, on that lonely, seabound mountain. Talking to...a chicken? No. Though it is well disguised, that chicken holds a divine light about it that is not to be underestimated. The mighty In-Arl-God-Killer, greatest warrior of the Ebon Court. So assured is his power, he would dare to sleep even upon the throne of the Smith God!

    ...That is a chicken. A tired chicken. It may be a god, but it is still a pathetic, tired chicken. HOW HAS THIS WORLD BECOME SO AWED BY A PATHETIC, TIRED CHICKEN? How could such a being best one such as The Hernegliscus in combat? Did The Hernegliscus GIVE it an eye and tongue?
    ...
    That is ridiculous. Surely, this god must have hidden depths, some trick, some secret reserve of power not even my eyes can fathom. It shall have to be approached cautiously. Perhaps, in time, it's secrets can be teased out. Until that day...This creation is far too chaotic and fickle. The seeds of conflict, strife and decay simmer and sprout already. Let this world's strength be turned against itself. Let the seeds of corruption grow further. All souls shall find pleasure in changing form.


    Gathering it's eyes into itself, Mock dives toward the Crackling Below, completely missing the mighty In-Arl's display of power.


    Mock/[Shun] - Rix Maadi

    Mock had not counted on the path to getting there to be quite so time-consuming or tedious. Honestly, how many different, labyrinthine passageways beneath the surface could untold legions of bored, sadistic demons be expected to make? A number approaching infinity, apparently. Mock would have given up long ago had said tunnels not been filled with the tantalizing scent of suffering and bloodshed.

    Finally, Mock emerged from the tunnel network to a glorious sight. A vast city, flickering with lights and Uttercold, jutting out of a roiling sea of lava. The air was rent with the cries of the tormented, the sadistic, and the wrathful. A score of brawling demons, joyous at the sight of a new creature to torment, charged forward, eager to vent their frustrations with the Necrocarnum stagnated hierarchy. Mock laughed as limbs, guts, and wings were torn from its body and devoured. Mock still laughed as it's hollowed carcass was stamped and shredded into a bloody pulp. Mock's laughter still echoed through the streets of Rix Maadi as the demons, exulting in their newfound bloodlust, tore into each other with a newfound ferocity, bodies blurring into a mist of blood and ichor. As the demons' shattered bodies slowed, their flesh blackened, melted, and flowed into a hulking, red-skinned demon. It's newly grown talons and black leathery wings scattered blood as Mock gave a cry of exultation.

    "Bringer of Fire! I bear greetings from the Bastard Prince! Come forth, that we might bring blood and amusement!"



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    For generations the caves that littered the Unnamed Continent had been sealed off. When the Liberated began to grow in numbers they made a point that any sort of entrances the Tieflings and their demonic cohorts were destroyed, leaving only Azgol and its blasted hellscape as a staging ground for raids. Long had such entrances been sealed that when explorers began to go missing in the deepest caves the above ground races had little idea what had happened. It soon became apparent as forces were gathered that the entrances to the Crackling Below were once again open, but oddly free of demonic taint.
    From the shadows the svirfneblin watched the newest adventures in silence. Most judged them just as dangerous as the demons they hid from and let them pass in silence. Yet a few, a dozen or so per hidden fortress, saw this as an opportunity to find friendship and aid against their eternal foe. As the forces found no resistance and began to leave they finally found what the source of eyes that spied them from the crevices.
    At most a hundred gray and gaunt hobbit-like beings awaited them just outside the daylight, arrayed around the walls in huddled masses. Slowly one of them stood up, an ancient with white hair that reached his knees, and hobbled over. Quietly, barely louder than a whisper, it spoke. "Do...do you come from above? Wh...what is it like?"
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    A weary, wrinkled hobbit hobbled forward from the group of explorers. "The above? We had hoped to find solace and respite below."

    The rest of the expedition looked to this newcomer with confusion in their eyes. Who was this old hobbit? Why would this old hobbit have come on such a potentially treacherous journey, into what had once been demon territory, no less?

    Oh. Of course. It was Old Faus, that venerable priest of Manyara. How could they have forgotten Old Faus? Old Faus, who had single-handedly frightened away an entire Tiefling raiding party through clever use of illusions? Old Faus, who had presided over their parent's wedding? Old Faus, who had held their hand as they learned to walk? Old Faus, whose able body and steely locks inspired no small amount of confused feelings as a developing hobbit?

    "Warped, shambling monsters that were once hobbits prey on unsuspecting travellers. War-crazed hobbits hack each other apart, stitched together each day by the light of the glaring sun. Armored beings of immense power and wrathful temperament stalk the skies. The whole world seems ready to break out in conflict, fire, and strife."
    As Old Faus spoke, images were conjured into the air, demonstrating these terrible sights.

    Of course. That had been what the expedition was for, after all. To find some respite from the madness of the world.

    "To look upon your weary faces, it would seem these tunnels offer little salvation. It would seem this world has naught to offer save misery and pain. No matter. I know the way to another."

    Old Faus gestured, and the harsh blue glare of Sol was replaced with the soft, multi-hued glow of phosphorescent fungi from the new tunnel beyond. Enough silk to make even the most avaricious fortress lord weep in excultation lined the walls, glittering in the light. Enough edible fungi to feed an entire fortress for a month, and enough mildly toxic ones to make the time highly pleasurable. Old Faus' rags and wrinkles fell away to reveal a young face held aloft on coiling shadows, lined with sadness and compassion.

    "Your prayers have not gone unheard. An end to hunger, heartbreak, and suffering lie before you, a bounty to last until the end of time. All I ask is that you bring the word of Faux to your friends, your family, all that can be persuaded to find an end to conflict. Let us see peace in our time at last."

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    (-1 AP) Curse: Change Corrupts.
    Building on the Curse of the Deadly Sins, changes to one's self are subtly pleasurable, but inevitably addictive. A new joy can be found in growing up and self improvement. This desire for change leads to advancement in technologies and magic, inspires profound works of art, and drives many to new heights of athletic and martial achievement.

    Such motivation, however, does not come without a price. Change is addictive. The more one achieves, the harder one must work to surpass it and find new heights of pleasure. The incautious may find the pain of injury more tolerable and the blessing of healing offering more than simple release from suffering. One may become obsessed with the transience of flesh, losing their senses in a cycle of self inflicted harm, the euphoria of healing, and masochistic bliss. Only the strongest of wills can martial the mental fortitude to even allow mental healing to grant release from such a cycle. Even then, to change ones mind is change in it's own right...

    For angels, prosthetic replacement holds a new peril, the desire to cast away all that they were. For vampires, the lure of cannibalistic ascension becomes all the sweeter. Elves find it even harder to stave off their shadow's whispers. Though rarer since Dragon's Binding, demonic corruption becomes less a torture and more a temptation. Reincarnated souls may find themselves savoring their own deaths and rebirths. Even time's march is hazardous, the mortal races gradually losing their minds to pleasure from the simple act of aging.

    (Infused Plane Action) Alter Land (The Darkened Woods): The Radiance Below. Theoretically below the Darkened Woods, though no matter how far one digs down or up the two seem unable to meet, lies a seemingly endless cave network, filled with delectable, nutritious, phosphorescent, and occasionally narcotic fungi. The walls are veined with rare ores and gems. Monstrous spiders tend this bounty, though they are quite amiable and easily domesticated. All one need do to share in this bounty is worship Faux and take his words to heart.

    (-2 AP) Bridge Plane: Svirfneblin Tunnels to The Radiance Below. What was once a long and treacherous path to the surface has since turned into a long and dangerous path to nowhere in particular. Nowhere, except for those who have taken the words of Faux to heart. For the first Svirfneblin pilgrims, the Radiance Below was paradise. Though reluctant to leave their fortresses and the tunnels they knew, only the most paranoid and xenophobic of the Svirfneblin could ignore the sheer amount of wealth that returned with the adventurous. There have even been (hushed) talks of building a new fortress in the Radiance Below, though most Svirfneblin would be damned before admitting to harboring such thoughts in polite company.

    Ending AP: 2 | Ending PAP: 0 | Infused Plane Action: 0
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    Marwolaeth - Umbra - "Water Dragons"

    I approached the great serpent and placed my hand upon its cold, black scales in amazement. A living thing that could survive the frigid uttercold and airless nature of Umbra. I had done little beyond some initial tinkering and it had adapted, somehow changed its physiology to fit its environment. My plans to convert it to an unliving organism changed then and there. I was excited to see what it was capable of, so I wrapped it in a cocoon of ice and returned to the Bereft Isles of the First World.

    No sooner had we arrived and the mighty serpent erupted from its cocoon, sprouted hundreds of legs ending with enormous webbed claws and lumbered to the edge of the black ice. With a final look back at me, it slipped slowly into the water and disappeared beneath the waves. I followed, curious to see what it would do. Once the tremendous beast was completely submerged it opened its mouth lined with four rows of razor sharp teeth, and drank deeply. With a swift surge of its muscles it was off and swimming, still with its mouth open swallowing hundreds of gallons of seawater.

    Fascinated, I followed the beast for hours and witnessed it slowly swell until it appeared as if its scales would burst open. When the creature had grown to what seemed to be twice its original size it surfaced and slowly excreted a huge mass of pure sea salt before diving to the ocean floor.

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    • Create (Mythical)Sub-Race -2PAP: Dwyrdraig are enormous, many-legged serpents that can consume up to 20,000 gallons of water a day . If they consume salt water, the water is totally consumed(AS IN GONE FOREVER) and giant blocks of sea salt are excreted. If they consume(AGAIN GONE FOREVER) fresh water they must supplement their diet with fresh meat and blood. Dwyrdraig are vicious creatures that will also kill for sport and pleasure. They are breathless, and as such can survive in most any environment temporarily, but are driven by an unquenchable thirst so they will slowly go mad and die in waterless environments. They are immune to extreme temperatures as well, and as such could swim through magma or chew their way through ice shelves where they can hibernate. Dwyrdraig reproduce asexually, but cannot do so in freshwater environs. They lay small clutches of eggs(1 or 2) two times a year along the deepest stretches of the ocean floor. Like their cousins the Kuklkan, they live such unnaturally long lives they're rumored to be immortal. Dwyrdraig are absolute environmental disasters if/when they venture onto land, due to the fact that they can slowly consume(YES, FOREVER) entire lakes and rivers as well as devour entire herds of grazing beasts. They look like enormous, pure black, scaled millipedes.
    • Bless - 1 Artifact Charge: Frigid Death - Dwyrdraig have been blessed by Marwolaeth with uttercold breath. Though they do not breath, they have the supernatural ability to release huge cones of uttercold as a breath weapon, but it takes hours for the ability to replenish itself.
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    The Spice Must Flow
    Rathazook spent some time pondering His place. His favored children, the demons, were mostly bound to the tunnels he had tasked them with maintaining and defending. Their creation, the tieflings, were still able to spread fear to the lands above. While they were aided by the moon they were harmed by the sun and no amount of trickery would change that. Still they were aided by the sins of their prey in unforeseen ways.
    One such way originated with the coasts of the world. The sea levels began to sink minutely, hardly noticeable by mortals. What was noticeable was a sharp increase in crow sightings, shark attacks, and fish washing ashore already dead. Shortly afterwards the fishermen who were in the affected areas became more violent, something that was at first attributed to the already increasing tensions of the land. Yet they were capable of inhuman acts of strength that was better associated with the wrathful Lost than a hobbit fisherman. Such bursts of strength lasted at most four hours before whatever effect caused it wore off with no memory of what caused it.
    For weeks the cases piled up until eventually the common cause was found. All those afflicted had eaten fish a mere five minutes before their violent rampage. Of course by that point in time the culprit had spread throughout the seas and it became nigh impossible to track down.
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    Curse (-1): Raging Spice The Dwyrdraig no longer excrete simple salt. Instead their byproduct is a highly dangerous chemical that amplifies the user's anger and causes them to fly into a murderous rage. The length of the rage depends on the amount consumed and size of the creature with a hobbit eating first dinner typically raging for four hours. While it still dissolves in water, it can be absorbed by those beings who breath said contaminated water and stored in the muscles until something else consumes it. Like a hobbit or a shark eating a fish.
    Ending: 3 AP, 1 PAP, Fabled


    This world was a corrupt place- of this there could be no doubt. In this land, wrath, greed, depression and deception were a heady drug. Violence rippled across the land, unabated and unchecked. Now it seemed that even the harvests of the sea were tainted by a great and terrible rage.

    The order of Argent was there, working tirelessly. They stressed mental discipline against temptation; the preached for austerity and restraint. They recommended the removal of fish from the common diet, though they knew this an impossibility in coastal areas.

    They brought the light of the pale, moon which they called Tranquility, to those in pain. The acolytes of the order carried the light within them, using the arcane magic of the moons to bring inner peace and stillness to those wracked with addiction to sin.

    But no mortal magic could hope to stand against the darkness of this sinful age.

    So they prayed. They prayed to the Vitae, to the healer-god and the smith-god and the sail-god. But moreover, they cast their prayers to the pale moon of peace.

    To this object of reverence they prayed for salvation..

    ...and their prayers were heard.

    On a night like any other, the pale moon Tranquility rose in the sky. It's light, as always, gave a measure of peace and stillness to the world- but it was a sputtering candleflame before the fires of violence that raged below.

    Instead of scouring the land, the moonlight danced across the dark, nameless sea. It reached deep into the waters, as if searching. Finally, it paused as it flashed over the form of a Dwyrdraig- whom hobbits called water dragons.

    As the light touched the dragon, the beast was changed. The light seemed to soften it, transmuting its color from abyssal infrablack to a smokey gray. The dragon rose in the water, spinning upwards towards the light; then it dove from the seas into the sky.. and kept going.

    Unshackled from gravity's domain, the gray dragon swam through the skies like a great arthropodial snake. It was a Dwyrdraig no more- now it was something new. Something nameless.

    It fluttered through the salty sea and began to fly to the shore.

    This dragon was, like all dragons, hungry. Yet it could no longer eat water, like the others of it's kind. It now longed for a more rarefied and ephemeral diet.

    After a time, it reached the shore and began to swim in slow circles above a coastal village. Despite the night, the hobbits within were far from asleep. They were wracked with drug-induced rage, locked in a state of pleasure and pain from which there was seemingly no peace. Even the light of the pale moon, so long a thing of peace and calm, could not aid them.

    Then the dragon descended, causing the hobbits below to feel a ripple of fear that penetrated even the fog of rage. This was a beast large enough to crack ships in half and devour hobbits in a single gulp, after all. The villagers began to flee; it was then that the dragon opened its maw and breathed.

    What left was not the freezing embrace of the uttercold, but a cool, gray fog. The mist spread faster than the villagers could run, filling the village and much of the surrounding country side with a chilly veil.

    The hobbits within the fog felt a sudden calmness begin to creep over them. Their rage, their fear, their passions began to flow from the them, leeched away by the fog. Peace passed over them, a cold and numbing peace that deadened the soul- but in the face of the rage that came before, this bleak cold was as welcome as cold water to a fever patient.

    Then the dragon inhaled, drawing back the mist, now dark and heavy with the passions of the village. The great dragon drank the every last whisper of the fog away with the thirst of a shipwrecked sailor faced with fresh water.

    Pleased with this meal, the dragon began to flutter away, spinning with amazing gracefulness for something so large- then it paused.

    It made a sound like a deep retch, a sound like a brassy roar. Then it coughed up a round object the size of a hobbit's head, which fell harmlessly onto the nearby beach. The hobbits would later discover the object was a huge, glassy black pearl.

    Apparently done, the dragon gave one final rolling growl and flew into the moon-lit sea, leaving the villagers to their new chilly tranquility.

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    Create Sub-Race, Mythic (-2 PAP): The Sin-Eaters, a new variety of Dwyrdraig, these dragons are a pale gray to those beast's utter blackness. They can fly, winglessly, with surprising gracefulness but little speed. Like their cousins, they are segmented, centipedal beasts gripped with huge hunger.

    However, unlike sea dragons, these dragons feed on mortal passions and addictions. They breathe forth a great mist that leeches strong emotions, passions and addictions into itself, which the dragon then consumes. It should be noted that these emotions are not gone forever- they will return slowly, but for a time this grants a measure of peace and self control.

    Though the free people from the grip of addiction; the fires of rage, like their cousins they also produce a terrible drug. When the sins they have devoured become to heavy, they cough out black, glassy pearls- these pearls, while inert in-and-of-themselves, contain within them a black powder that is the distilled essence of every passion and addiction they have devoured. A single pinch is more powerful than any mortal drug, surpassing even rage dust in terms of potency. The emotions granted by this black pearl dust are so intense that they defy words or categories; it is utterly addictive.

    Bless (-1 artifact charge): This blessing changes the effects of the Frigid Death blessing to cause Sin-Eaters to breathe a cold, emotion draining fog instead of a blast of complete uttercold.

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    Marwolaeth - Umbra - "Border Town"

    As I returned to Umbra, I briefly considered awakening you child, but the time wasn't upon us just yet. I'm glad I didn't, for I hadn't even conceived of that which you are about to do.

    No, no...don't concern yourself with that now....

    Un was waiting for me at my homecoming, "Master, Dau has taken hundreds of the difodi into the the strange city without your instruction."

    I whirled on the petulant creature, "Good! It pleases me that he has shown such initiative. Make yourself useful and bring him to me when he returns."
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    City of Glass, bordering City of Obsidian

    Rodrigo Lopez de Carranza spat on the ground. The city had changed suddenly. It had gone dark and they had lost contact with the vampires and the childer within the section. Now it had been a couple of hours since he had sent the scouts in. Humans given only the tiniest drop of Vitae. None had yet returned. They were expected an hour ago. Not for the first time he looked at the hourglass hanging from the standard. The skull was atop, when it had been at the bottom at first, and the last drops of sand were piling at the bottom compartment. He looked at the banner, from the Orden de nuestro sagrado Seńor Martir, and felt some comfort on the flayed man depicted there. He raised his morion over his head and secured the leather strip, he made sure his weapons were ready, pike, sword, dagger, shield, a magitech enhanced handcrossbow. He looked around his men were ready. They had been for an hour. Rodrigo looked at his captain, far behind at the tercio's back who gave him a curly nod.

    "Play forward."

    At his side the youngest of the company, barely a child, started playing the drums. It was an easy tune, one that everyone knew what it meant. At Rodrigo's side the pikes fell parallel to the ground, and the shields formed both in front and every other side of the group. The unit advanced slowly with crossbowmen at the center keeping a wary eye, the pike men with a steely grip on their weapons and the bravos with weapons ready. The banner a flayed man with a crown of golden thorns wavered at the wind. The peal of drums drowning the step of boots. The company of fifty advanced into the city of obsidian. Each a human whose parents had been blessed with the honor of blood, each a human with something to prove.


    The patrol had advanced more than a dozen blocks into what appeared to be an utterly deserted section of the black city. At first, no one noticed it, but slowly the absolute silence began to wear on the human's nerves. They grew skittish and paranoid. The farther they advanced the darker it became, and their minds conjured horrible illusions of monsters lurking in the dark. In the complete absence of ambient sound they imagined terrible wails of pain and despair....or were they real?

    Rodrigo pushed forward, until they entered what appeared to be an empty courtyard. Empty except for the dozen humans locked in rigid poses of fear. They cautiously approached the figures, all frozen in mid flight from some unimaginable horror. The captain led a squad of men forward to examine the scouts. It was then that they discovered that each of the humans had a difodi attached to their back. The oily creatures had latched onto them with hundreds of tendrils and were feeding. Closer examination revealed that their comrades weren't just dead, but that they were literally being erased from existence, becoming more immaterial by the moment. When the Captain tried to grab one of the scouts and pull him away, his hands passed right through the body.

    The rest of the patrol had established a defensive perimeter while the captain and his squad investigated, and a cry went up from every direction almost simultaneously. Rodrigo slowly turned in a circle as hundreds of the oily ball-shaped creatures silently floated into the courtyard from every adjoining street and alleyway.
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    Rylios’ training is interrupted.

    A hobbit, some liberated and a creature in chains came to were Rylios was practising his great craft. “Healer, please heal them.” The hobbit exclaimed.

    “Forgive us teacher. We didn’t wish to disrupt your practise.” one of the liberated that had come with them asked.

    “It matters not. What is a healer that does not heal?” Rylios walked up to the bound figure. He placed his hand upon the figure and in response it tried to break its chains.

    Healing energy left Rylios’ left hand, and in seconds the chained creature fell to its knees. “This lost is lost no longer." A gentle voice left that left Rylios exclaimed.

    “Thank you healer. I was so worried she was lost to the sins.” The hobbit exclaimed with tears in their eyes as they undid the chains.

    With the hobbit’s words a thought entered his mind. He had spent most of his time with gods and those that would never know corruption. A voice like thunder echoed out from Rylios hood. “Tell me hobbit, tell me all you know of these sins. I wish to end their corruptions.”

    “Healer what of your practise? What of the promise?” asked one of the mages suspecting the answer.

    “It will wait.” Came the voice of thunder.

    Rylios walks though the fires of war.

    Rylios walked from hobbit village to village. Seeing, hearing all that was transpiring. He fought back ‘monsters’, too little of these monsters were wild beasts and tieflings for his taste.

    This was the work of a God, hobbits were made without a taste for blood. He had seen brothers plot and screamed against each other. Hobbits spoke fearful rumours about liberated and angels.

    Half way between two villages an angry thought entered his head. ‘If this hatred and mistrust was focused against a real enemy it might actually do some good.’ Without his knowledge Rylios thought became reality with a little divine energy.

    Scholars and priests would later attribute this deed to the Dragon, for who else would have done this act.

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    Counter curses (remedy of virtue) 2ap: All creatures who commit an act that embodies a virtue feels a great, lasting sense of euphoria, and then a great sense of sorrow if they are not virtuous again the next time the chance comes up. The remedy of virtue is much more fulfilling than the drug of sin.

    (for 'The Deadly Sins')

    Counter Curse (A Common Enemy) 1ap 1pap: The hatred and mistrust most creatures felt for each due to the Fires of War is now focused solely against the Demon Courts and their followers. Any mortal that knows of demons, works to either defend themselves against them or undermine them.

    (for 'Fires of War')

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    As Aedifus prepared to depart with In-Arl, he looked back at his forge. It would be unprotected save by the Forgekin, who were smiths, not warriors.

    Quickly, he created some creatures made from stone and steel, and encouraged them into a strange sense of life. Unlike other living beings, these were made solely from steel and earth, and had no blood or souls. The Earthen walked around gathering weapons from the smiths to protect the forge. However, they were no imbued with a powerful warrior status and ended up only being useful as smiths, though they surpassed the Forgekin very quickly.

    Aedifus saw that they were small, and not quite strong enough to defend the forge, so he took several and fused them together into a larger, more powerful being. These Titans could change their shape, and even their size, to suit the situation they found themselves in. They could absorb weapons instantly and create a superior version of the weapon that was embedded in their form.

    Content that his forge was safe, he scooped up a few of these new Earthen and Titans and absorbed them into his body to use later. Now truly ready, turned to In-arl and departed with him.

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    The Forgekin, invested with some small divinity from Aedifus begin work on Vitae Fabricae, a divine artifact that works to aid in the creation of divine artifacts. Upon completion of the physical form of the artifact, they call out to the members of Vitae and ask for divine energy to finish their work.

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    Joint Action: Vitae Fabricae, a forge made special for Vitae that grants -1 to Create Major Artifacts. It is a forge fueled by the energy of life itself. -2 PAP

    Create Sapient Life (Earthen): The Earthen are children of stone and earth, intelligent but not overly powerful. They have talents as smiths and as warriors. 2 AP

    Create Sub Race (Titans, Mythic Sub Race of Earthen): The Titans are machines of War. They live only to protect smiths everywhere. They can absorb any weapon and graft it to themselves instantly. Being made entirely of metal, they are formidable enemies. They can also change their size and shape to suit the situation. 1 AP and the charge from the Mythic Forge (1 AP)
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    Mock/[Shun] - Adeteerin
    Mock yawns and stretches, its many mouths and tongue-like arms melting into more humanoid proportions as they were covered in pale skin once more. "Well, that was interesting. Until next we meet, my Bastard Prince."

    Mock flexes its dark wings and flies off into the fog-shrouded sky, pausing for an exaggerated salute.


    Mock/[Shun] - Skies far above Tirdienw (or so the Cold-One called it)

    Frost from the deep and utter cold that filled the space between spaces steaming from it's wings, Mock gazed upon the lands below. And stared, apparently awestruck.

    "Praise be unto that holiest of all things, Me. What a beautiful creation this world is. I..." For perhaps the first time in it's existence, words failed it. These skies seem to be momentarily absent of divine observers. Enough theatrics, then. Mock's flesh strained and bulged as countless eyes burst forth, swarming around the floating god, jerking and twitching as they sought to take in all that could be perceived.

    Life. So much life. Diminutive bipeds, nurturing what life they can from the soil, nevertheless abundant, reaching out into the seas themselves, on floating buildings. A land of plenty to the north, with more of those creatures...but somehow different? They taste of a nascent darkness, likely from...there. A blasted hellscape, positively reeking of strife. That would be where Rathazook and his demon courts lie, then. While potentially a powerful ally, he does not seem particularly active at the moment. Perhaps something could be done to change that...

    A massive tree, reaching far into the heavens, and...some place else. The court of the Ebon King, presumably. Among the upper branches...oh! Such lithe forms, entwined with such beautifully tempting shadows. Those would be a fine place to start, except... such a powerful radiance lies among them, at this time. The Dawn has settled at the boughs of the great tree, then. Lower down, insectoid creatures woven with elven forms, and animate plants of varying stages of mobility.

    Hmm. Some of those diminutive creatures border upon the hellscape, speaking to...interesting. They appear as hobbits, but ones the dark has bitten and chewed upon for a long time, now. Such power lies within them, held in check by their fear, solitude, and uncertainty. Faux shall have a visit to pay, then.

    And of course, those armored beings, almost radiant with divine gifts. Truly, a force to be reckoned with. Something shall have to be done about them, in time. For now...That is the Smith God, on that lonely, seabound mountain. Talking to...a chicken? No. Though it is well disguised, that chicken holds a divine light about it that is not to be underestimated. The mighty In-Arl-God-Killer, greatest warrior of the Ebon Court. So assured is his power, he would dare to sleep even upon the throne of the Smith God!

    ...That is a chicken. A tired chicken. It may be a god, but it is still a pathetic, tired chicken. HOW HAS THIS WORLD BECOME SO AWED BY A PATHETIC, TIRED CHICKEN? How could such a being best one such as The Hernegliscus in combat? Did The Hernegliscus GIVE it an eye and tongue?
    ...
    That is ridiculous. Surely, this god must have hidden depths, some trick, some secret reserve of power not even my eyes can fathom. It shall have to be approached cautiously. Perhaps, in time, it's secrets can be teased out. Until that day...This creation is far too chaotic and fickle. The seeds of conflict, strife and decay simmer and sprout already. Let this world's strength be turned against itself. Let the seeds of corruption grow further. All souls shall find pleasure in changing form.


    Gathering it's eyes into itself, Mock dives toward the Crackling Below, completely missing the mighty In-Arl's display of power.


    Mock/[Shun] - Rix Maadi

    Mock had not counted on the path to getting there to be quite so time-consuming or tedious. Honestly, how many different, labyrinthine passageways beneath the surface could untold legions of bored, sadistic demons be expected to make? A number approaching infinity, apparently. Mock would have given up long ago had said tunnels not been filled with the tantalizing scent of suffering and bloodshed.

    Finally, Mock emerged from the tunnel network to a glorious sight. A vast city, flickering with lights and Uttercold, jutting out of a roiling sea of lava. The air was rent with the cries of the tormented, the sadistic, and the wrathful. A score of brawling demons, joyous at the sight of a new creature to torment, charged forward, eager to vent their frustrations with the Necrocarnum stagnated hierarchy. Mock laughed as limbs, guts, and wings were torn from its body and devoured. Mock still laughed as it's hollowed carcass was stamped and shredded into a bloody pulp. Mock's laughter still echoed through the streets of Rix Maadi as the demons, exulting in their newfound bloodlust, tore into each other with a newfound ferocity, bodies blurring into a mist of blood and ichor. As the demons' shattered bodies slowed, their flesh blackened, melted, and flowed into a hulking, red-skinned demon. It's newly grown talons and black leathery wings scattered blood as Mock gave a cry of exultation.

    "Bringer of Fire! I bear greetings from the Bastard Prince! Come forth, that we might bring blood and amusement!"



    Faux/[Shun] - An Unnamed Cave Entrance



    A weary, wrinkled hobbit hobbled forward from the group of explorers. "The above? We had hoped to find solace and respite below."

    The rest of the expedition looked to this newcomer with confusion in their eyes. Who was this old hobbit? Why would this old hobbit have come on such a potentially treacherous journey, into what had once been demon territory, no less?

    Oh. Of course. It was Old Faus, that venerable priest of Manyara. How could they have forgotten Old Faus? Old Faus, who had single-handedly frightened away an entire Tiefling raiding party through clever use of illusions? Old Faus, who had presided over their parent's wedding? Old Faus, who had held their hand as they learned to walk? Old Faus, whose able body and steely locks inspired no small amount of confused feelings as a developing hobbit?

    "Warped, shambling monsters that were once hobbits prey on unsuspecting travellers. War-crazed hobbits hack each other apart, stitched together each day by the light of the glaring sun. Armored beings of immense power and wrathful temperament stalk the skies. The whole world seems ready to break out in conflict, fire, and strife."
    As Old Faus spoke, images were conjured into the air, demonstrating these terrible sights.

    Of course. That had been what the expedition was for, after all. To find some respite from the madness of the world.

    "To look upon your weary faces, it would seem these tunnels offer little salvation. It would seem this world has naught to offer save misery and pain. No matter. I know the way to another."

    Old Faus gestured, and the harsh blue glare of Sol was replaced with the soft, multi-hued glow of phosphorescent fungi from the new tunnel beyond. Enough silk to make even the most avaricious fortress lord weep in excultation lined the walls, glittering in the light. Enough edible fungi to feed an entire fortress for a month, and enough mildly toxic ones to make the time highly pleasurable. Old Faus' rags and wrinkles fell away to reveal a young face held aloft on coiling shadows, lined with sadness and compassion.

    "Your prayers have not gone unheard. An end to hunger, heartbreak, and suffering lie before you, a bounty to last until the end of time. All I ask is that you bring the word of Faux to your friends, your family, all that can be persuaded to find an end to conflict. Let us see peace in our time at last."

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    (-1 AP) Curse: Change Corrupts.
    Building on the Curse of the Seven Sins, changes to one's self are subtly pleasurable, but inevitably addictive. A new joy can be found in growing up and self improvement. This desire for change leads to advancement in technologies and magic, inspires profound works of art, and drives many to new heights of athletic and martial achievement.

    Such motivation, however, does not come without a price. Change is addictive. The more one achieves, the harder one must work to surpass it and find new heights of pleasure. The incautious may find the pain of injury more tolerable and the blessing of healing offering more than simple release from suffering. One may become obsessed with the transience of flesh, losing their senses in a cycle of self inflicted harm, the euphoria of healing, and masochistic bliss. Only the strongest of wills can martial the mental fortitude to even allow mental healing to grant release from such a cycle. Even then, to change ones mind is change in it's own right...

    For angels, prosthetic replacement holds a new peril, the desire to cast away all that they were. For vampires, the lure of cannibalistic ascension becomes all the sweeter. Elves find it even harder to stave off their shadow's whispers. Though rarer since Dragon's Binding, demonic corruption becomes less a torture and more a temptation. Reincarnated souls may find themselves savoring their own deaths and rebirths. Even time's march is hazardous, the mortal races gradually losing their minds to pleasure from the simple act of aging.

    (Infused Plane Action) Alter Land (The Darkened Woods): The Radiance Below. Theoretically below the Darkened Woods, though no matter how far one digs down or up the two seem unable to meet, lies a seemingly endless cave network, filled with delectable, nutritious, phosphorescent, and occasionally narcotic fungi. The walls are veined with rare ores and gems. Monstrous spiders tend this bounty, though they are quite amiable and easily domesticated. All one need do to share in this bounty is worship Faux and take his words to heart.

    (-2 AP) Bridge Plane: Svirfneblin Tunnels to The Radiance Below. What was once a long and treacherous path to the surface has since turned into a long and dangerous path to nowhere in particular. Nowhere, except for those who have taken the words of Faux to heart. For the first Svirfneblin pilgrims, the Radiance Below was paradise. Though reluctant to leave their fortresses and the tunnels they knew, only the most paranoid and xenophobic of the Svirfneblin could ignore the sheer amount of wealth that returned with the adventurous. There have even been (hushed) talks of building a new fortress in the Radiance Below, though most Svirfneblin would be damned before admitting to harboring such thoughts in polite company.

    Ending AP: 2 | Ending PAP: 0 | Infused Plane Action: 0


    Mock/[Shun], Rathazook, Karrzuul- Rix Maadi
    For a moment the viscera from slaughter remained at Mock's feet. Then, slowly at first, it began to move and strike out at six demons that remained in awe. The writhing mass of magma surged as a new creature was born from such slaughter. Those demons nearby scattered as the largest demon they've ever seen was formed from the remains of the six that killed each other in their frenzy. Wings of magma burst from its back even as the arms and legs were each tipped with claws that radiated Uttercold. Veins of lava etched its ebony skin as eyes that burned with malice finally opened and a mouth filled with jagged teeth opened with a roar that shook the city. It yelled out "Finally, we have a tyrant worthy of the Devourer in the Night!"
    Laughter could be heard as Rathazook finally made His appearance, flowing over the ceiling over His grand city and slowly spiraling towards the deity and the demon. The creature's shadow was casually ripped away by His hand and He casually stepped in its place, adjusting until He matched the demon. Finally He stopped laughing and said "That we do, My most vicious tyrant. Your name will henceforth be Karrzuul, King of the Core! From this magma that I birthed you from you shall watch your children. From here I expect you to find the means to terrorize that above and continue to strike fear into those above." With a kick the demon was sent back into the magma, remaining miraculously whole as it began its tasks as Lord.
    With a smile, or more the void of shadow that could be called a shadow, Rathazook turned to His divine visitor. He said in a calming voice "Come, I have a room for visitors like yourself. Our Bastard of Uttercold was why I created it in the first place after all." He circled once again to the ceiling and to the room that was built into it, overlooking His grand capital. Inside was a simple table and chairs for any who were weary from the trip to His subterranean domain to rest at. The shadow that was Rathazook seemed to finally peel Himself free from the wall and sat, looking once more over Mock. Finally He said "What brings you to My personal hell, friend? Surely not something as grand as that bloodbath?"

    Faux/[Shun], Svirfneblin Pilgrims - The Radiance Below
    Of the hundred who dared to show their face only a dozen decided against the promises of the deity. Those eighty-eight found that their wildest dreams couldn't prepare them for what they found as they set up simple camps within the fungi lined caverns they first entered. Slowly, they began to trickle back to their homes with an emotion unknown to the dour race until then: happiness and hope for the future. There was no rush in these movements, just as their was no rush in the deep hobbit's forming a society beyond the scattered fortresses they called home. Eventually, of course, the exodus to this promised land came to little more than a trickle as only the oldest or most traditionalists among the Svirfneblin remained in the fortresses.
    Those who lived in the promised land saw little need to worry that not everyone came. Surely they didn't when the dozen first denied such a haven. Slowly they spread across the Radiance Below, almost purposefully getting lost with a few dozen deep hobbits to start their own camps. Even if they didn't need to worry they still hid themselves in the nooks and crannies of their new home, old habits refusing to die.

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    It made a sound like a deep retch, a sound like a brassy roar. Then it coughed up a round object the size of a hobbit's head, which fell harmlessly onto the nearby beach. The hobbits would later discover the object was a huge, glassy black pearl.

    Apparently done, the dragon gave one final rolling growl and flew into the moon-lit sea, leaving the villagers to their new chilly tranquility.

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    Create Sub-Race, Mythic (-2 PAP): The Sin-Eaters, a new variety of Dwyrdraig, these dragons are a pale gray to those beast's utter blackness. They can fly, winglessly, with surprising gracefulness but little speed. Like their cousins, they are segmented, centipedal beasts gripped with huge hunger.

    However, unlike sea dragons, these dragons feed on mortal passions and addictions. They breathe forth a great mist that leeches strong emotions, passions and addictions into itself, which the dragon then consumes. It should be noted that these emotions are not gone forever- they will return slowly, but for a time this grants a measure of peace and self control.

    Though the free people from the grip of addiction; the fires of rage, like their cousins they also produce a terrible drug. When the sins they have devoured become to heavy, they cough out black, glassy pearls- these pearls, while inert in-and-of-themselves, contain within them a black powder that is the distilled essence of every passion and addiction they have devoured. A single pinch is more powerful than any mortal drug, surpassing even rage dust in terms of potency. The emotions granted by this black pearl dust are so intense that they defy words or categories; it is utterly addictive.

    Bless (-1 artifact charge): This blessing changes the effects of the Frigid Death blessing to cause Sin-Eaters to breathe a cold, emotion draining fog instead of a blast of complete uttercold.

    3 AP, 0 PAP, 0 Artifact Charges

    A Drug Dealer on the Beach
    Perhaps things could've been different if the pearl was found by a virtuous fellow. Unfortunately Sidisi wasn't such a person. Abandoned by her raiding party, she was left to wander the moonlit beach as some new horror emerged from the sea and seemed to attack the village her comrades had attempted to raid. Lost in thoughts of wrath toward her kin for abandoning her and the tortures she would inflict she stumbled and nearly fell over the object in question. With a quick look to confirm no one saw her she picked it up and scurried away with it to a nearby sea cave.
    Curiosity would get the better of her as she eventually couldn't handle the slight sound of sand within. With a sharp rock in hand she cracked it and marveled in silence at the powder within. She dipped her nail into the pearl and licked it clean, overcome with every sin and the euphoria associated with them. In her drug fueled state she knew that this powder would be a game changer and hurried back to her encampment below.
    The next night saw the tieflings armed with a new weapon. This Dragon Dust, as they called it, was almost casually left behind in the foodstuffs of those they raided. Further groups were sent to track the movements of these sky dragons in an attempt to gather the pearls before anyone else, each one proving capable in drugging an entire village's food storage and hopefully attracting further dragon attacks.

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    Rylios’ training is interrupted.

    A hobbit, some liberated and a creature in chains came to were Rylios was practising his great craft. “Healer, please heal them.” The hobbit exclaimed.

    “Forgive us teacher. We didn’t wish to disrupt your practise.” one of the liberated that had come with them asked.

    “It matters not. What is a healer that does not heal?” Rylios walked up to the bound figure. He placed his hand upon the figure and in response it tried to break its chains.

    Healing energy left Rylios’ left hand, and in seconds the chained creature fell to its knees. “This lost is lost no longer." A gentle voice left that left Rylios exclaimed.

    “Thank you healer. I was so worried she was lost to the sins.” The hobbit exclaimed with tears in their eyes as they undid the chains.

    With the hobbit’s words a thought entered his mind. He had spent most of his time with gods and those that would never know corruption. A voice like thunder echoed out from Rylios hood. “Tell me hobbit, tell me all you know of these sins. I wish to end their corruptions.”

    “Healer what of your practise? What of the promise?” asked one of the mages suspecting the answer.

    “It will wait.” Came the voice of thunder.

    Rylios walks though the fires of war.

    Rylios walked from hobbit village to village. Seeing, hearing all that was transpiring. He fought back ‘monsters’, too little of these monsters were wild beasts and tieflings for his taste.

    This was the work of a God, hobbits were made without a taste for blood. He had seen brothers plot and screamed against each other. Hobbits spoke fearful rumours about liberated and angels.

    Half way between two villages an angry thought entered his head. ‘If this hatred and mistrust was focused against a real enemy it might actually do some good.’ Without his knowledge Rylios thought became reality with a little divine energy.

    Scholars and priests would later attribute this deed to the Dragon, for who else would have done this act.

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    Counter curses (remedy of virtue) 2ap: All creatures who commit an act that embodies a virtue feels a great, lasting sense of euphoria, and then a great sense of sorrow if they are not virtuous again the next time the chance comes up. The drug of virtue is much more fulfilling than the drug of sin.

    (for 'The Deadly Sins')

    Counter Curse (A Common Enemy) 1ap 1pap: The hatred and mistrust most creatures felt for each due to the Fires of War is now focused solely against the Demon Courts and their followers. Any mortal that knows of demons, works to either defend themselves against them or undermine them.

    (for 'Fires of War')

    4ap-2ap-1ap 1 pap -1 pap= 1 ap 0 pap

    A Surge of Virtue - Entrances to the Crackling Below
    Even as the Tieflings drugged villages and a tyrant was born below, their main quarry continued to struggle. As the rage was turned against the demons, the hobbits found out what the angels before learned; the Crackling Below was the demon's domain and no amount of virtue could save them. The Lords of the cities flexed their power and the tunnels responded, caves outside Azgol opening up to the depths below for a couple days before closing once again. Landmarks shifted on those not native to such lands, leading those who sought revenge against the demons to traps that ultimately led to their deaths. If they were lucky then it'd be a quick death caused by spikes in the floor or an ambush by demons. The unlucky found that their supplies dwindled until all but a handful were left, then let loose above ground to spread their tales.
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    Create Hero (-2): Karrzuul the Tyrant of the Tunnels, the King of the Core A massive demon easily three times taller than any other Lord, Karrzuul is the epitome of Lords. The Ringmaster of the Gore House Thrill-Killers, the largest Ring, he knows the name of most of his subjects. An Absolute in Uttercold it is rumored that he could destroy the core he resides in if he ever gave into Manyara's Oath. All packed within a body that could cleave a city in two if he was freed from his duties.
    Create Organization (-1 AP): The Sultai As with the Thrill-Killers, the Sultai start as a Tiefling organization before branching to other unscrupulous types among the other races. It is they who end up gathering a majority of the black pearls that fall after the Sin-Eaters finish their meals. Unfortunately for everyone involved they then crack open the pearls and use them to poison the food of the villages recently saved. Yet even now there are some who hoard the pearls in a vain attempt to profit from such a potent drug. It is these individuals who end up recruiting other members to steal pearls or physical cures to addiction, hampering efforts to fully free individuals from the curses of the land. All so that the thieves can get another hit of Dragon Dust.
    Curse (Fabled): The Shifting Tunnels Those who enter the tunnels and aren't natives wishing harm against the natives find their mission hampered by the Lords below. Entrances prove temporary, tunnels constantly writhe, and demons always seem to know when a meal is coming. For the most part hobbits are captured and tortured into becoming tieflings, liberated are at best killed and at worst trapped until they're nearly starved and possibly commit cannabilism before released back into the world above, and angels are tortured until they become necrocarnum.

    Ending: 2 PAP
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    Gigglethorne heading west

    Gigglethorne was once again on the move, flying through the skies at an easy pace and observing the the peculiarities beneath him. Seeing more chaos then he would ever have expected normally as the last time he had been flying overhead things had been rather settled. Something had happened and he had some small pieces of information about it through his shadow network.

    "The curses and 'blessings' those others throw upon the world huh... quite a lot is happening that its all passing me by. Lets find a place to observe for a little while... oh and I need to check up on my other project. Hmmm, things to do and I only have one me... heh or not."

    Gigglethorne took his scarf and hat into his hands and tossed them before him. The scarf and hat began to shift into another Gigglethorne which promptly saluted Gigglethorne before heading north.

    "As other me takes care of that little piece of business, I'll be on my way again. I wonder what those two cubi of mine are doing though? Whilst I did just tell them to go out on a journey and I didn't say for them to not follow me... why are they following me... Bah no matter."

    Ever since Gigglethorne had left the Dismal Bog Nero and Elona had been following him at a distance, perhaps thinking that they were successfully stalking him. He had allowed this because it was funny watching them try. Thus with his two extras Gigglethorne had passed out over the ocean heading west. Gigglethorne stopped over the ocean whilst looking down and then looked up into the sky.

    "A place to observe huh... lets give this a go."

    Gigglethorne closed his eyes and stretched out his hands. After a few moments, a deep, loud and constant rumbling could be heard as the oceans waters began to roil and shift violently. He raised his hands up and eventually a large amount of land began to break through the ocean surface. As they began to fly higher into the sky the land started to break up into smaller fragments of still relatively large clumps. Not wanting them to drift apart Gigglethorne dragged metals from the bottom of the ocean and molded them into chains, attaching the chains to the now floating isles securely keeping them all together. Looking upon the six floating islands, he began to add life to it, creating habitats for each island. Woodlands on the western isle and plains on the eastern one, The north was more hilly and mountainous whilst in the south was a bay with a waterfall into the ocean below which also flowed in reverse. The large isle in the centre became volcanic and and carried a volcano whilst the final isle floated above the other isles and upon this isles stood a palace of marble, gold and silver with peridot, onyx and moonstone used in the statues and murals of Gigglethorne, creatures and animals. Windows allowing light to enter the grand and spacious halls with a path of rubies leading to a dais, two Marble Lions with gold and silver manes, peridot eyes, moonstone claws and onxy teeth standing guard on either side. Drapes of pink, yellow, green and blue shimmering and rippling before a throne of gold. The armrests and the crest of the throne in the shape of silver rats with peridot eyes and breathing fire of onyx and moonstone. Above the throne sits a plain three faced mask, one side smiling, the other frowning whilst the one in the middle has no expression at all.

    Smiling upon his work Gigglethorne sat himself at the top of the central tower, a garden full of vibrant colour. He looked out upon the world and contemplated until a thought came to mind and he standing by the edge of the tower.

    "Let those who live here, on this world and in it dream of what they could become, inciting the fires in their hearts for their potential achievements. Let them dream of becoming heroes, lords and ladies, kings and queens, emperors and empresses, tyrants, villains, monsters. Let them dream of what they could become, and let this dream become their drive. They shall no longer be idly pushed along by others and shall instead forge their own paths and stories in this world. I look forward to what I see."

    Nero and Elona looked on in awe and fear.

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    Blessing(1AP): Dreams of Grandeur - All beings living on and in the first world dream of what they could be. Whether it be heroic or villainous, to be a lord of others or a tyrant crushing others under their heel or anything else that they could wish to be. With this dream the peoples ambitions are stirred, the people gather under banners of what they dream of whether it is peace and prosperity, or power and dominion. They shall be compelled to achieve their dream, striving with a fervour bordering on fanaticiscm to make their dream a reality.

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    The General and his Smith

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    The creature didn't even wince at the raw power of Aedifus' new weapon. He laughed in the face of Aedifus' most powerful weapon and in moments described a weapon with far more power. How could Aedifus even hope to survive standing before such a god. His only chance was to surrender.

    But suddenly, the Demon General, God Slayer, King of the Ebon Court, In-Arl Champion of Mercy offered him a job! What hope did he have but accept? "A weapon such as that may be more powerful. I would be delighted to visit your courtroom, King In-Arl. I had no idea you held a court. This weapon you describe... I could easily forge it for you."

    In truth Aedifus had no idea what the Great And Mighty In-Arl was talking about, but he had a hunch that he could figure it out if only he knew one thing. "You will, of course having so many resources yourself, have to supply me with this some of the Power of the Dawn. As for my own armies, I am afraid a great general currently has them and lead them into glorious war. But I, myself, am a force to be reckoned with. Take me to your Court, Master In-Arl, so I may dazzle you with weapons you can only dream of! I will take your wildest dreams and make them into terrible realities!"

    Aedifus grabbed up his hammer with one hand, held aloft his crossbow with another, picked up burning lava in another, and finally snatched up a massive hunk of steel. "Lead the way, to my new forge."

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    STARTING: 4 AP; 2 PAP
    Join Pantheon (Ebon Court) [1 AP]: Forced into working for the King of Maddening Power, Prime OverLord In-Arl the Almighty and Merciful, Aedifus has no choice but join him at his court.
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    As Aedifus prepared to depart with In-Arl, he looked back at his forge. It would be unprotected save by the Forgekin, who were smiths, not warriors.

    Quickly, he created some creatures made from stone and steel, and encouraged them into a strange sense of life. Unlike other living beings, these were made solely from steel and earth, and had no blood or souls. The Earthen walked around gathering weapons from the smiths to protect the forge. However, they were no imbued with a powerful warrior status and ended up only being useful as smiths, though they surpassed the Forgekin very quickly.

    Aedifus saw that they were small, and not quite strong enough to defend the forge, so he took several and fused them together into a larger, more powerful being. These Titans could change their shape, and even their size, to suit the situation they found themselves in. They could absorb weapons instantly and create a superior version of the weapon that was embedded in their form.

    Content that his forge was safe, he scooped up a few of these new Earthen and Titans and absorbed them into his body to use later. Now truly ready, turned to In-arl and departed with him.

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    The Forgekin, invested with some small divinity from Aedifus begin work on Vitae Fabricae, a divine artifact that works to aid in the creation of divine artifacts. Upon completion of the physical form of the artifact, they call out to the members of Vitae and ask for divine energy to finish their work.

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    Joint Action: Vitae Fabricae, a forge made special for Vitae that grants -1 to Create Major Artifacts. It is a forge fueled by the energy of life itself. -2 PAP

    Create Sapient Life (Earthen): The Earthen are children of stone and earth, intelligent but not overly powerful. They have talents as smiths and as warriors. 2 AP

    Create Sub Race (Titans, Mythic Sub Race of Earthen): The Titans are machines of War. They live only to protect smiths everywhere. They can absorb any weapon and graft it to themselves instantly. Being made entirely of metal, they are formidable enemies. They can also change their size and shape to suit the situation. 1 AP and the charge from the Mythic Forge (1 AP)
    End 0 AP 0 PAP


    There was clearly a miscommunication - this Forge Lord thought that it was his court! As if he could rule the court in the magnificent way that the Ebon King could?! He tried to speak, but instead sort of squeaked out an answer full of false bravado.

    No no no, you do not need to leave your forge! I shall simply connect your forge to the court so you may enter and leave as you will. For you see, it is not my court - no . . . I . . . I am too busy leading armies and making war to rule at home. Another . . . ah. . . rules in my stead. . . the Ebon King. I am a General only. I shall take you to court to make introductions, and shall return to you when I have stolen the Power of Dawn. And I shall find this other General and speak with him, and make him my Colonel - for surely he would realize that his armies should be mine.

    Now, the fear of the entire situation was making the Coward run his mouth. Truly he would need to learn how to shut up one day. For he had no clue what the Power of the Dawn was! And he promised to steel it! This probably meant he would have to visit that hateful girl, the Dawn. Oh, she would love to rub it in his feathers that he was asking her for a favor! She'll definitely gloat to the Ebon King about it! And what did he promise to speak to this other general?! And to make him his subordinate?! This other god was surely a greater God of War than he was, what could he do to stand up to him?! Honestly, at this point he had made too many promises - but he had to keep promising, or else people would know him for a Coward, and once they found out they would surely kill him!

    So still putting up a brave front, the Rooster called upon all the hens on the Steel Mountain to attend him. And he made love to them all, in front of the Forge Lord, until one of them laid a golden egg. Then with the swords of the Rooster, the Coward's own claws, he snapped the golden egg in half. He took the sticky golden yolk and draped it over the mountain, and he threaded it to an empty throne in the Ebon Court - much like he did with the Horror. Once connected - the Mountain and the Court were one and the same. Any who would sit on the Forge Lord's throne in the Court would stand and find themselves at the Forge. Those whom would sit and rest at the Forge would find themselves standing up in the Ebon Court.

    There - your forge and the court are a mere rest away. Come sit down and stand up and join me.

    And with that the two gods sat, rested and stood up to find themselves at the Ebon Court.

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    -1 AP/1 PAP - Create Portal from the Ebon Court to the Steel Mountain. Those whom sit on the throne meant for Aedifus will find themselves in the other location if they stand up, and those on the mountain may find themselves on that throne if they sit and stand up anywhere.

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    Yea, that is a nice rabbit.
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    YinBao is fluffy and warm like all rabbits.
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    Yes, I am a shameless YinBao fan...
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    YinBao and Ran Yang Li. The ultimate bromance! XD

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    HOW HAS THIS WORLD BECOME SO AWED BY A PATHETIC, TIRED CHICKEN?
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    All Praise In-Arl for his wisdom and tasty dark meat.
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    Yay! PTSD Chicken!

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    The Good Host – A Hobbit’s Tale

    “Hey Leon? Are you awake? Can’t sleep either? Yeah. What’s it for you? Really? But we’re already here? Oh… For me it’s the unicorn, they creep me the hell out. Why? Have you seen what they do!? IT’S TERRIFYING! THEY AREN’T LIKE THE STORIES WHERE THEY HELP PEOPLE AT ALL!!! No. We aren’t talking about this. It’s dark, still. I’ll tell you a story. I picked this one up in one of my travels to the First World before I came here. Some Hobbit and his twelve brothers told it to me.”


    Once upon a time, when the world was but young and many gods could still stand bodily on its soil there were squabbles. And the inhabitants of the world suffered for it. War, murder and other worse thing were common place, their hearts stirred to do things that they wouldn’t usually. Continuing back and forth until no one was sure what was happening.

    Now the race that some know as demons were trapped deep underground by powerful magicks. And theirs was a dangerous society, the problems that the races on the surface were having had been commonplace for untold years down here. Now there was a particular demon, his name is not important, though he would eventually become known as Impsy. Impsy, though he wasn’t called that at the time, was a demon lord, though he would have been considered the runt of the demon lords. Now Impsy was a cruel demon, he kept his rank only by actively keeping the others he controlled weaker than him, lest they rise up and take power, for such is the way of demons. And one day, they did indeed rise up against against him, a vicious assassination attempt that left him mortally wounded and on the brink of death. Now, to this day it is not known how Impsy did it, but he managed to stumble out into the labyrinth of tunnels that is the crackling below, and tried to move upwards, where demons strong enough to finish him couldn’t follow. So this demon lord, who should have been bound into the depths manages to not only escape those, but to crawl his way to the surface, where he finally fell just shy of sunlight.

    As it happened this barely visible cave entrance happened to be situated on the lands of a simple farmer, within a village of Hobbits. And the farmer happened to be walking past when the demon fell. A curious fellow, the farmer of course investigated, pulling back scrub to find a barely living demon looking at him, hate in its eyes. The farmer was fearful, this was a demon that much was clear. But he had a duty, a duty to the gods, a duty to himself and a duty to his village

    “Good morrow.”

    The demon, sick from its wounds lost consciousness. And woke up the next day to find itself in a makeshift bed, though it had burned to coals. Standing near it, within easy reach of its talons, was the farmer, and next to him his wife and 2 daughters.

    “Oh hello. We thought that you were gone for a moment.”

    Confused, Impsy decided that it would ask these worms a question or two before it killed them, unsure of why they hadn’t finished it while it had been down.

    “WHY AM I ALIVE MORTAL? I WOULD KNOW THE REASON YOU DID NOT STRIKE ME DOWN!”
    “What? Kill you?! Why ever would we do that? You are our guest.”

    The demon was rendered speechless, could these Hobbits be that powerful, guests were left alive to further diplomatic relations, if there was nothing to be gained you did away with them, another possible enemy. But to leave him alive, were they in an alliance with… it could have been any of his enemies, the ones that wanted him alive, had a spare place on their racks for him.

    “We have gathered the town together for a feast, that we might celebrate the coming of our new guest. If you are able to walk?”


    Impsy, still expecting treachery, got up and for the first time was able to take in the beauty of the hobbit village, he was outside, his size preventing the Hobbits from being able to take him indoors. He took in the rolling hills, he noticed the livestock, and the beautifully tended garden of vegetables and fruit that every abode seemed to have, he saw the wonderfully carved and painted doors that led into the hills. And he felt a pang of jealousy, before truly realising that he had somehow left the Crackling Below. And what a wondrous sight it was, it almost seemed a shame to him that his race was supposedly destined to destroy all of this.

    “It’s… beautiful.”
    “I suppose it is.”

    As the family and the demon lord started moving towards the centre of town the farmer explained to him how he had gathered a bunch of other hobbits and dragged him out so that his wounds could be treated, though they didn’t really know how to treat a man of his composition.

    “It all worked out in the end, that’s what matters.”

    They approached the center of the village, where there were perhaps 40 hobbits gathered around a massive table, with a large amount of food on it, and the demon noticed that an iron chair had been constructed for it, many times larger than the chairs that the small folk used.

    “Why have you made a chair for me?”
    “You are our guest."

    As the party arrived at the feast, a great hush fell upon the villagers, for this was a demon, supposedly their greatest enemies. But the farmer gestured for him to sit, and he sat, and the chatter resumed, though Impsy could feel the wide eyed stares of Hobbit children.

    The feasting began, and the demon lord ate of many delicious foods that were not available to him down in the Crackling Below, they had killed many chickens, some turkeys, and a couple lambs. And though the demon did not notice it straight away, he ate a lot of the food. Only noticing when he heard a young one sniffling, complaining about being hungry and being shushed by its mother.

    “Why do you let me eat so much of your food? This feast is great, but your lands are small.”

    The farmer looked at Impsy thoughtfully for a long time, as if trying to find the right words to tell the demon this.

    “You are our guest."

    And he started humming a tune that was taken up by others and the village burst into song, the demon perplexed as it listened.
    ♫BE merry, my hearts, and call for your quarts,
    And let no liquor be lacking, We have gold in store, we purpose to roare,
    Untill we set care a-packing. There, Hostesse, make haste, and let no time waste,
    Let every man have his due, To save shooes and trouble, bring in the pots double,
    For he that made one made two.
    I'll drink up my drink, and speak what I think,
    Strong drink will make us speak truely, We cannot be termed all drunkards confirmed,
    So long as we are not unruly. We'll drink and be civil, intending no evil.
    If none be offended at me, As I did before, so I'll add one more
    And he that made two made three.
    The greedy curmudgin sits all the day snudging At home with brown bread and small beare,
    To coffer up wealth, he starved himselfe, Scarce eats a good meale in a year.♪

    And the demon understood, and found his heart moved.


    “That was a **** story? Really? When was the last time you told a decent story Leon? No, The Lusty Pith Maid does not count as decent. That was scarring. I am scarred. You scarred me. Some stories don’t deserve to be told. Like unicorns, probably one out there now… just waiting to get us. Well anyway, it’s still dark strangely, so let’s go to sleep. Don’t let the ground bugs bite.”


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    Bless -1 AP (The Giving Gift): Those who gifteth much, receiveth much. The farmer that helps nurse the stranger on the road back to health with their winter stocks of food find their next harvest is more than enough to replenish it and more. The Samaritan who gives money to the homeless finds good fortune. To give is to receive that you may give. But you must give with the intention of giving, a gift to receive is not truly giving.
    Create Mundane Concept -1 PAP (Musical Instruments): A lovely addition to music, these are tools that can be used to make the most beautiful sounds.
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    [QUOTE=darklink_shadow;20967526]Hephaestus nodded. "There is a score of scores of scores of mail armor within our stock pile. If you need additional plate armor, we can forge that by the end of the day as well if we do not rest. For our brothers who fall in battle, the least we can do is go without one night's rest."

    Aedifus walked over suddenly and set a crate down beside Bel. "This is my invention for you. Bows are too flimsy. This is better."

    Inside the crate was a metal bow attached to a metal stock. There was a wire that hooked onto a hook that could be lowered by pulling a trigger. The wire would then leap forward and hurl an arrow with alarming speed. The wire could then be replaced by pulling a different hook backwards. A sort of crossbow that was much easier to rearm.

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    The Forgekin, invested with some small divinity from Aedifus begin work on Vitae Fabricae, a divine artifact that works to aid in the creation of divine artifacts. Upon completion of the physical form of the artifact, they call out to the members of Vitae and ask for divine energy to finish their work.
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    The General and his Smith[...]
    And with that the two gods sat, rested and stood up to find themselves at the Ebon Court.


    Bel thanked the smith god for the new crossbows. He was certain those tools of war would be helpful for his host in the near future. He remained some more time with Hephaestus working the forge and making some more armors to help outfit most of his fellow angels. It was then that the chicken appeared.

    The god from the Dragon's host didn't mind to peek, the conversation between the two gods was loud enough and he learned much. Still as far as he knew the forge lord didn't have an army, the closest thing was the Dragon's own. Bel considered interrupting the gods, pointing that out, or perhaps going to the Allfather and informing him. But alas there were many things to build. And he stayed for all of them. Once that was done he was happy to help forge the Vitae Fabricae pouring what he know of his patron's power.

    As that was done the angel took the new weapons, armors and tools bundling them and carried them to the Dragon's camp along with an invitation for Hephaestus to join him.

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    Choo'Wohn, Mt. Steel

    The goddess nodded to the angel's words, this summary of Dragon's actions dispelled the worries from her mind, "To teach the hobbits certain combat abilities may work, but still they would struggle against a demon; better a single exxtra angel than tens of braver hobbits.

    "Still, brother, I beseach you to fly to Built island where the greatest collective of my host is gathered. There I would ask you to teach those angels all that you have learnt directly, and perhaps there will be something they can teach you. Although, as I said, I doubt it."


    Levistus gave a nod to Choo'Wohn shorter and less pronounced that he would have bowed to the Dragon but he had just flown from Built Island. He flew back there and studied what the angels there had to teach him, which was little more than the lay of the lands, and taught back in return.

    The black sword installed the first thrill-killer circles among the hobbits of built island, so they would export them latter to the other hobbit settlements. Instead of summoning demons or elementals they used the webweaving to call forth willing angels with whom they had made an earlier pact. It appeared to Levistus that this way the angels could support more readily the different settlements.

    Once he was certain that the fundamentals of webweaving were understood Levistus returned to the host with news of the lands unknown to the Dragon.

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    Graz’zt in the sparing area.

    The many people of the Hallowed Union tried to best Graz’zt in combat, but they had little hope against the greatest fighter of the dragon’s host. Sending people to the infirmary was quite an achievement. Most of those that took the injured, healed them on the way there.

    The gold shields fighting style was based around parrying, moving around your enemy and punishing their mistakes. It worked better the more enemies you fought and the less controlled they were.

    While Graz’zt was busy, a number of angels tried to take his place for sparing, many of the angels letting loose a blast of Incarnum when they were bested. The training was no substitute for facing demons in real combat, but it was a start.


    Graz’zt before the 15.

    After the 15, their personal advisers and the council’s advisers had grown quiet for a brief time. One of the council members spoke. “I want it to be known that I mean no offence to the Dragon and the angels of his host living and fallen. Their heroics and yours will not be forgotten.”

    They paused. “However, if a captain came to me asking for a hundred men to go into enemy lands, outnumbered, with the objective of 'killing the enemy', and no exit strategy. I would tell them to return to the drawing slate. If I may ask how does the Dragon plan to improve his next attack and what can the Hallowed Union do to help?”

    The council member posed his question, gesturing to a map of The Crackling Below based on the memories of liberated that were once tieflings.

    A second council member stood up. “There might be a second course of action available to us. The healer and teacher Rylios often says if you can, use words before swords . Now the healer meant peace talks. But we all know many of the low demons in the demon courts would do anything, anything to rise up. Demons fighting demons would do many of our people good.” When the second council member was done a silence took the room.


    Graz'zt would have smiled at the comment. Of course lacking a face makes it difficult to express proper amusement. Well, the captain might have been reprimanded, certainly. But this fifteen appeared to be over the captain. In a position from which they could reprimand him. The Allfather was prone to delegating and trusting on the instincts of his lieutenants but if he gave them a direct command the only valid answer was in the affirmative. Not to talk about the fact that they had indeed gotten out. First to a strange place under the world and then to a city built of glass. A city where some of the most wounded of his kin now recovered.

    He was almost lost on thought as the council moved along. Fortunately a direct question got him back.

    "Well, I guess the smith can provide most of our supplies. We go without more sustenance than our own memories. And the sailor is most likely the one that gives recon. What you can do is hold the territory that you already have. Defend it so we can throw ourselves at other conflicts. Also, teach us about what means of combating the enemy you find. Such as the process by which liberated are made."

    He keeps listening and when they mention forcing infighting among the demons Graz'zt considers it. It is most likely an earnest idea. But something he is not fond of implementing.

    "Dealing with demons in any way is not something I would advice. Perhaps some liberated of yours can pass themselves as tieflings and grow some discontent but I would not encourage it. Demons grow in strength with conflict and their numbers can be beyond counting. So infighting among them might just mean more powerful demons on the long term."

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    [QUOTE=weet555;20969126] Triel in the fort.

    It was plain to see that most of the liberated’s healing magic was far inferior to that of angels. Most required to practically touch the target, while angels could do it at a good distance, while angels could regrow limes in seconds, it took most liberated a minute or more.

    Apparently basic healing magic could only do a few injuries. While just about any healing magic could negate the effects of poison or disease, but as Triel found removing then was not as simple for them.

    Triel saw some of the methods the liberated used to learn of their own anatomy, they called it vivisection. They used Incarnum to place a volunteering liberated in a sleep like state where there was no pain. They would then surgically remove an organ and use healing magic to regrow the organ and close the cut.

    Using healing magic to keep a creature alive while cutting them open and removing something had potential.


    Triel had been the Dragon's chief torturer. He had taken information from the demons using his healing magic. The potential of reaching individual organs on living beings was not beyond him. He helped the liberated make more efficient healings, cutting or nibbling in more precise and minute ways. Little by little he researched into organ transplants along with recreation of the same with healing magic. It was something that skill alone would take years to master but... magic.

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    The Sky Above

    Dis had flown in search of the Jade Cloud along with the angels that had been taken from Okhot by the demons. Dis was worried. There were too many crows flying on the sky, something that he didn't remember the last time he had been there. As well as it felt being once again free from the tunnels he couldn't help but to worry. It was a bad omen. Only driven worse by his difficulty at finding the Sky Father. At least the crows let him and those that followed him alone. Perhaps it was due to his armor sporting black feathers and bird skulls. Perhaps the crows took him for one of them and let him be.
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    Gigglethorne closed his eyes and stretched out his hands. After a few moments, a deep, loud and constant rumbling could be heard as the oceans waters began to roil and shift violently. He raised his hands up and eventually a large amount of land began to break through the ocean surface. As they began to fly higher into the sky the land started to break up into smaller fragments of still relatively large clumps. Not wanting them to drift apart Gigglethorne dragged metals from the bottom of the ocean and molded them into chains, attaching the chains to the now floating isles securely keeping them all together. Looking upon the six floating islands, he began to add life to it, creating habitats for each island. Woodlands on the western isle and plains on the eastern one, The north was more hilly and mountainous whilst in the south was a bay with a waterfall into the ocean below which also flowed in reverse. The large isle in the centre became volcanic and and carried a volcano whilst the final isle floated above the other isles and upon this isles stood a palace of marble, gold and silver with peridot, onyx and moonstone used in the statues and murals of Gigglethorne, creatures and animals. Windows allowing light to enter the grand and spacious halls with a path of rubies leading to a dais, two Marble Lions with gold and silver manes, peridot eyes, moonstone claws and onxy teeth standing guard on either side. Drapes of pink, yellow, green and blue shimmering and rippling before a throne of gold. The armrests and the crest of the throne in the shape of silver rats with peridot eyes and breathing fire of onyx and moonstone. Above the throne sits a plain three faced mask, one side smiling, the other frowning whilst the one in the middle has no expression at all.

    Smiling upon his work Gigglethorne sat himself at the top of the central tower, a garden full of vibrant colour. He looked out upon the world and contemplated until a thought came to mind and he standing by the edge of the tower.

    "Let those who live here, on this world and in it dream of what they could become, inciting the fires in their hearts for their potential achievements. Let them dream of becoming heroes, lords and ladies, kings and queens, emperors and empresses, tyrants, villains, monsters. Let them dream of what they could become, and let this dream become their drive. They shall no longer be idly pushed along by others and shall instead forge their own paths and stories in this world. I look forward to what I see."

    Nero and Elona looked on in awe and fear.


    Dis, and the Jade cloud angels that followed him, reached the Somnium Islands and saw the palace there. Realizing that this was a place befitting the Sky Father they made it towards the islands. The angels of the host flown too fast, knocking surely at the gates of the palace. But Dis stood behind, realizing that he hadn't seen any other angel there.

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    The patrol had advanced more than a dozen blocks into what appeared to be an utterly deserted section of the black city. At first, no one noticed it, but slowly the absolute silence began to wear on the human's nerves. They grew skittish and paranoid. The farther they advanced the darker it became, and their minds conjured horrible illusions of monsters lurking in the dark. In the complete absence of ambient sound they imagined terrible wails of pain and despair....or were they real?

    Rodrigo pushed forward, until they entered what appeared to be an empty courtyard. Empty except for the dozen humans locked in rigid poses of fear. They cautiously approached the figures, all frozen in mid flight from some unimaginable horror. The captain led a squad of men forward to examine the scouts. It was then that they discovered that each of the humans had a difodi attached to their back. The oily creatures had latched onto them with hundreds of tendrils and were feeding. Closer examination revealed that their comrades weren't just dead, but that they were literally being erased from existence, becoming more immaterial by the moment. When the Captain tried to grab one of the scouts and pull him away, his hands passed right through the body.

    The rest of the patrol had established a defensive perimeter while the captain and his squad investigated, and a cry went up from every direction almost simultaneously. Rodrigo slowly turned in a circle as hundreds of the oily ball-shaped creatures silently floated into the courtyard from every adjoining street and alleyway.
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    Rodrigo's men tighten the formation shield against shield so the balls cannot reach them. The scouts had been moving alone and fast. They might have used cover, going from street to street, but the shields were certainly a boon. Not for the first time a tendril clashed against Rodrigo's shield just for the dark ball to be pushed aside by a spear. Hitting the things was hard, difficult as all hell. Sometimes they hit them, right at the center. Only to be rewarded by foul ichor. A dark substance more like oil than blood. The city of glass was an environment without animals, the humans and the vampires being the only creatures there, but they knew of plants. By arcane design the city produced nutritious herbs and fungus. Upon seeing the sliced balls Rodrigo couldn’t help but think of rotten plants.

    Even behind their shields the soldiers weren’t completely safe. Whenever one extended the arm to strike at the balls a tendril could creep and hit them. This produced a stingy sensation, similar to a vampire’s bite even if not as pleasurable. They were all at least second generation thralls and knew full well how to treat the sudden shock of vampiric grasps. That proved a tipping point because they helped each other when the paralysis temporarily struck them and they lapsed.

    But twelve streets were too many to cross. Even if they went in a straight line the dark balls only needed to strike once to cause a disruption. The group advanced slowly but surely parrying and shielding as much as they could. It was not sufficient. Tiredness and the poisoning numbness of the tendrils started to toll them. They lost some men. The circle tightened. Nerves wavered.

    They were almost there but weren’t going to make it. When only two more streets remained the standard bearer was hit in the face by a tendril that dug deep into his eye. Rodrigo couldn’t but steel himself and catch the standard. He waved the flag. The holy colors of the flayed man like a flame on the darkness. He started to sing steeling his nerves.

    I’m death’s suitor.
    Who won’t depart
    but dearly court her,
    my loyal sweetheart.


    Soon the drummer picked the tune. Those that still remained in the company did likewise singing the chorus. Like this they reached the safety of numbers. For the rest of the tercio marched forward to meet them at the edge of the glass city. While they had lost several men they were alive. And more importantly they trapped two of those damned balls on hard crystal that was impervious to their tendrils. Those would be potent prizes to their vampire masters.
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    The Crow and the Lady Fair
    Once upon a time, during the long days of strife when angel and demon fought one another, the mortal races lived in crippling fear of their final breath. Yet some dared to dream and wonder, to ignore the obvious possibility of war and death and to strive to live in a world without suffering. One of these brave and noble souls was a noblewoman by the name of Anwen. Anwen was beautiful beyond compare, with silken hair and skin as soft as velvet. She lived her life wilfully ignorant of the dangers posed by the many squabbles raging outside of her home. Anwen tended her garden, dressed in fine clothing, and attended lavish balls, all in the pursuit of happiness and love. As time went on, Anwen's home grew more and more beautiful and luxurious. Her neighbours would praise her for her beautiful gardens, and would happily attend her extravagant parties.

    One day, a bird with feathers as black as soot alighted on the willow tree in the centre of her garden. Never had Anwen seen such an exquisite bird of such colour, for despite its darkness it held a splendour beyond that of even the hens raised in her neighbour's farms. Anwen walked closer to the bird, calling out softly to try to get its attention. The bird cocked its head at her, and then flew off in a flurry of black feathers. Later that night, at one of Anwen's famous parties, one of her neighbours told Anwen about the recent banditry and murders in the next town over. Though disturbed by the news, Anwen refused to let it interfere with her party and celebrated long into the night.

    The next day, Anwen went outside into her garden to find ten black birds perched in her tree. As she approached, one stared at her and cocked its head. Recognizing the bird, Anwen called out. The other nine birds scattered, flapping away in a flurry of black feathers. Yet the one from before stayed, staring at the lady who approached him.
    "What are you?" asked Anwen.
    "I am the Crow." replied the bird, spreading its wings wide to show off its black plumage.
    "What are you doing here?" Anwen asked.
    "Waiting for a meal." The Crow replied, staring at Anwen.
    "What do you mean?" Anwen asked the bird, confused.
    Yet the Crow did not speak, and instead flew off, following the other birds.

    A few days later, Anwen came into her garden to find thirty black birds perched in her tree. Startled, she was about to go back inside when she heard a voice.
    The Crow said. "It won't be long now."
    Anwen turned back to the crows, frightened. "What won't be long?" She asked.
    Yet the Crow did not speak, and instead stared at Anwen, cocking its head to the side. Anwen sighed and headed back inside to prepare for her next party.

    The next day, Anwen was at the market buying ingredients to cook her famous apple pies. As she went about her business, Anwen noticed black birds perched in the trees and on the market stalls. Though unnerved, she shrugged and went on with her shopping. As she paid the farmer behind the stall for a basket of apples, the crows began to fly away and caw loudly. Anwen dropped her apples, startled as her neighbours began to scream. Market stalls toppled over and people dropped to the ground as horsemen rode past, skewering the townspeople on spears and firing pitch-soaked arrows into the crowds. Anwen panicked, quickly hiding herself beneath a stall. The screams and havoc went on and on, each passing minute striking more fear into Anwen's heart. After the slaughter was done, and the riders long gone, Anwen finally crawled out from her hiding place.

    The scene that greeted her was one of utter devastation. Her home, her neighbours homes, and her neighbours all laid in ruin. Corpses lay strewn about the streets and fires raged throughout the town. Among all of this were the crows, hundreds of them, perhaps thousands. Those who were not dead cried out with hoarse throats for someone to help them, but the only reply was the pecking of the crows. Anwen looked about, horrified at the sight, and saw the splendour of the first Crow amid the carnage, staring at her. She stumbled towards him and spoke.

    "Why? What is this?" She begged of the Crow.
    "It is my feast." He replied simply. "Don't you know that crows are the heralds of death?"

    The god closed the book, not for the first time. This crows seemed to herald death, war, and rage. For a moment he stood there gazing into the emptiness. He visualized chasing after the murders of crows. Riding war like a stallion. He would use them to know where conflict would brew and throw himself deep into it.

    It was a fitting image. A glorious sport. But it didn’t befit him. He wasn’t going to be a pawn of self-fulfilling prophecies. No. If he was to wage war it was because it meant something. Not only because he could. Otherwise the crows would end heralding him.

    He looked at the camp and realized that Bel had returned. He carried many weapons and armors. They were surely distributed across the camp by the anvil angel and himself. Upon inspection Dragon realized that several of his angels had gone a little too far on replacing their metal with razorweed. Razorweed that they were now interlocking with the mail and plate that had been forged at the mountain top. Once again Dragon collects the discarded metal. It has a special significance for him. It holds the earliest memories of the angels, along with those of battle. And it has already faced uttercold and even if in a less lively state it has remained whole. He would surely find a use for it in the future.

    It was then that Levistus arrived. He brought news of lands unknown to the angels and barely known to the hobbit travelers. Thus the Allfather learned of new lands for his people to explore.

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    The Orchani and the Being of Light
    Dry-pod-on-a-verdant-vine simply stared at the strange being for a few moments. Somehow it knew that this being was the cause of the strange thoughts that had entered its mind. It was a little disoriented because such philosophical questions were usually reserved for the Orchani-Miran, and currently it was hunting deer in the forests of the steeply sloping branches.

    Finally it shifted its leaves and broadcast its reply, though no doubt the being of light picked the answer out of its mind before it had even moved a single leaf.

    "I am Dry-pod-on-a-verdant-vine, of the Great Progenitor Silver-Leaves-Clinging-To-The-Trunk. I profess no perfection. For the Great Progenitors surpass me in the every mental aspect, and our less adept cousins in the physical. I am however the best hunter of the creatures-which-navigate-the-steep-forests-on-four-legs in my Orchani-Miran."
    El hovered still for a moment and then glowed brightly. "Dry-Pod-On-A-Verdant-Vine, I wish two things of you. First, I wish to see you hunt, and second I wish to meet Great Progenitor Silver-Leaves-Clinging-To-The-Trunk. What request would you have of me that is fair and equal?"

    Noticing how the creature displayed it's communications, El attempted to follow suit, showing pictures across the surface of his crystal. "Your name intrigues me. I suppose I am Relics-Hover-About-Cerulean-Crystal to you, yes?"
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    Choo'Wohn, The Unnamed Continent

    Choo'Wohn, that translucent blue spirit, flew to her favourite town by the coast. She stopped to listen to a lute player, who was playing on the street. A passing fisherman pleased by the sound threw one of his small fish to the lute player. The lute player retreated to his hole - not a real hole with home comforts, but some makeshift thing that was the best the luteplayer could manage.

    On a little fire the fish was barely cooked, as the lute player gorged on it. The luteplayer flew into a rage. Only having enough wits about him to avoid fighting the goddess, and instead flew at another member of his former audience - one who although enraptured hadn't paid, as it happens - using his fists and nails since he had left his lute where he'd been playing.

    The sailing spirit lifted the lute and through wonderful playing - although it was her first time trying - and beautiful playing it tamed the bestial hobbit. She continued playing for four hours as she wondered about what she had sawn. She wenmt to see a local angel as the luteplayer followed her enraptured, and he told his host leader of the spice in the fish.

    Choo'Wohn continued thinking as she played and worked out what she thought was a solution before the hobbit had returned to his senses, but she continued player, as she went to get some pipeweed, which was part of her solution.

    Once the luteplayer was calm, Choo'wohn returned to him his lute but also some words of wisdom. One could use Pipeweed to flavour ones food or one's drink; but it would also have neutralising powers over that of spice.

    Captain Obad's Company, The World Tree

    The old seafarer was unsure of how to get pass this issue. He decided that he and the scholar would attempt to catch the plant's attention - after all the meeting between them and the first plant went very well - and the other four were to look at how pausible climbing around it or under it would be.

    The hobbit captain stood some distance from the bridge - he did not want to be rolled over - as he waved his large bright piece of cloth. He spoke to the scholar, "Can you tell which of these are the clidren of Mighty Roots?"

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    The Lotus and the World
    From tip to tip of the continent the tumbleweed rolled. It say the blasted lands of Azgol and the dismal bog where lost spirits wandered. It also say the built island and the fortress cities of the hallowed union. But everywhere there was war and violence.

    The Lotus was no stranger to violence. The struggle of nature. The cycle of predator and prey was a natural and welcome thing. But this orgy of destruction seemed unnatural and unwanted. The mortals fought over trinkets. Their emotions twisted and distorted by foul means.

    The Lotus wasn't sure how to fix this. It needed time and a place to work on a solution untainted by the chaos of the world. But could it make such a place. As it pondered it felt the call pulling on its thoughts. An angel asking for divine aid.

    Of course! It was not alone it too could call for its friends.

    Stopping in its trek it called together the host of angels. "I have for you my first command. Enoch, you are to go to Mount Steel. There you will find an angel who is need of assistance. I grant you a portion of my power to aid them as necessary."

    "The rest of you are to go among the mortal races. Seek out those who have managed to maintain control of themselves in the face of bitter despair and rampant wrath. Bring them to me when the green star rises in the sky."

    And with that said the Lotus gathered itself, and then exploded in a frenzy of rampant growth. Vines and roots twisted outward. As the ball of vegetation grew and grew it also rose. Propelled by divine energies the massive ball of life rose into the sky. At the peak of the ark where the sky met the void it paused, a point of life above the clouds.

    But the Lotus could not take it further than that alone. Could not fulfill its plan alone. And so it sent out a call to its fellows. A call to aid it in creating a haven for the mortal races.

    Steel Mountain
    Enoch flew long and hard making its way back to the domain of the forge god. It saw the new beings that walked those metallic lands and knew that these too would need to be collected for its gods plans. But for now it had another mission. Alighting in the great forge itself Enoch saw that the other angels had already completed much of the work that needed to be done.

    It spoke to Hephaestus for a time verifying the workings of the new forge. And then Enoch molded the divine energy granted to it into a ball of ever burning divine flame. This is placed below the forge. To fuel it in the creation of new and wondrous things.

    Captain Obad's Company, The World Tree
    The scholar was uncertain. The orchani looked much alike. Finally she said, "I believe that the ones with purple markings are those born of Mighty Roots. Remember its purple leaves. And likely their opposites will have markings in white if the name of their progenitor is any indication."


    The Orchani and the Being of Light
    "That would be the case yes. You are clearly a Great Progenitor. Your first and second requests answer themselves. I am sure that Silver-Leaves-Clinging-To-The-Trunk will wish to meet you. As such you may watch me hunt as long as you agree to visit and discuss with it afterwards."


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    (-1 PAP) Joint Action: Vitae Fabricae
    Vitae Fabricae, a forge made special for Vitae that grants -1 to Create Major Artifacts. It is a forge fueled by the energy of life itself

    (-1 PAP) Joint Weave Plane: The Verdant Moon
    From a distance the verdant moon looks similar to its peers. However the verdant moon is no construct of stone or energy. In fact it is a single massive plant with gargantuan leaves that form plains and curled vines to form impenetrable jungles.

    The Verdant Moon provides a safe refuge for mortals away from the warfare and violence that plagues the first world.

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    Mock/[Shun], Rathazook, Karrzuul - Rix Maadi

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    Mock/[Shun], Rathazook, Karrzuul- Rix Maadi
    For a moment longer the creature grew and shook as its form further mutated. Those demons nearby scattered as the largest demon they've ever seen was formed from the remains of the six that killed each other in their frenzy. Wings of magma burst from its back even as the arms and legs were each tipped with claws that radiated Uttercold. Veins of lava etched its ebony skin as eyes that burned with malice finally opened and a mouth filled with jagged teeth finally opened with a roar that shook the city. It yelled out "Finally, we have a tyrant worthy of the Devourer in the Night!"
    Laughter could be heard as Rathazook finally made His appearance, flowing over the ceiling over His grand city and slowly spiraling towards the deity and the demon. The creature's shadow was casually ripped away by His hand and He casually stepped in its place, adjusting until He matched the demon. Finally He stopped laughing and said "That we do, My most vicious tyrant. Your name will henceforth be Karrzuul, King of the Core! From this magma that I birthed you from you shall watch your children. From here I expect you to find the means to terrorize that above and continue to strike fear into those above." With a kick the demon was sent back into the magma, remaining miraculously whole as it began its tasks as Lord.
    With a smile, or more the void of shadow that could be called a shadow, Rathazook turned to His divine visitor. He said in a calming voice "Come, I have a room for visitors like yourself. Our Bastard of Uttercold was why I created it in the first place after all." He circled once again to the ceiling and to the room that was built into it, overlooking His grand capital. Inside was a simple table and chairs for any who were weary from the trip to His subterranean domain to rest at. The shadow that was Rathazook seemed to finally peel Himself free from the wall and sat, looking once more over Mock. Finally He said "What brings you to My personal hell, friend? Surely not something as grand as that bloodbath?"


    Mock lounged in the proffered chair, idly sharpening a claw. "You are a most gracious host, great Devourer in the Night. While the bloodbath was most entertaining, I must confess it was curiosity that brought me here in the first place. These demons are formidable. They hold power enough to carve a bloody swathe that the dwellers of the surface would be hard pressed to stop. Why, then, do they confine themselves to these tunnels?"


    Fernando Amentario Vela Sarracino - The City of Glass

    Fernando Amentario Vela Sarracino sat back from his webweaving-planar-analysis-device-thing (while that master Webweaving techno-magical engineer, Sebastian Amentario Vistruario, had been a genius inventor, his majestic intellect was sadly lacking when it came to naming his creations). It was true, then. A new plane had opened, and an unusually active one at that. While it bore some structural resemblance to Adeteerin, it seemed able to form stable interplanar connections of it's own accord, a feat that until recently seemed only achievable by the divine. Was the plane part of a god? Would that mean it's sister plane, Adeteerin, was also part of a god? There were only distant tales of gods interacting directly with the mortals of the world, half remembered stories of distant elven heritage, glimpses caught from brief Webweaving forays to the Unnamed Continent. Could this new plane be a path to contacting the divine? On a more practical note, could this provide answers to the sudden appearance of the Obsidian City?

    Too many questions, too little answers. Something would have to be done about this. At the very least, to be the first to walk and bring back knowledge of an entirely new plane would be enough to catapult his clan out of obscurity and, perhaps, even to the influence of the great clans.

    A small, niggling bout itched at the back of his mind. If this plane was at all similar to Adeteerin, it was unlikely to be hospitable to vampiric, let alone human, life. These days, only the Thrill-Killers had much truck with that accursed place, harvesting nightmarish beasts for the blood games. Those that ventured their seldom returned with either their bodies or their sanity intact. If such planes were indeed the domain of the gods, perhaps they would not take trespass lightly.

    He quickly quashed that line of thought. So what if such planes contained nightmarish horrors? He was a Sarracino! He would not skulk about in his study while opportunity knocked, he would stare danger in the face, no matter how warped and twisted it might be! As the family motto goes, Carpe diem, carpe jugulum! Fernando Amentario Vela Sarracino set about organizing an expedition at once.

    While the virtue of courage is a noble thing, it is too often entwined with the sin of pride.
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    He was furious. Some other god's pets have decide to attack his people. Thankfully he responded just in time, creating the silver knights to hold off the invaders.
    By now the knights numbered a small army, but Deus knew that numbers were not everything. His knights need to be stronger. Those dark monsters that attacked... may they all burn to ashes before his army. Directing the power in his arm, he flexed his fingers, pointing at his silver knights stationed all around the settlement. On each knight, one of the transparent ribbons attached to their armor changed to crimson.

    Gazing into the sky with his eye, he uses his power to setup a field around the whole of Xaka. No enemy will be able to approach unseen. His people will be protected.

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    Make Monor artifact 1(AP), 2(discount): First ribbon, crimson - Tied around the sliver knight's armor/weapons the crimson ribbon empowers them with the power of fire, burning away any unfortunate enough to get too close.

    Bless (discounted): Boundary of the Seer - On any surface in Xaka, small eyes appear, tracking any intruders, and relaying the information to Deus and the knights

    Gain domain (3AP): Pritection (Guardianship)
    Make major artifact 5(AP): Left arm of Deus
    Mythic race (2ap 2 pap): The silver knights
    Total: 7

    Pantheon action 1(PAP): Planar creation - Deus contributes one PAP to his pantheon for the plane they are making

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    The Orchani and the Being of Light
    "That would be the case yes. You are clearly a Great Progenitor. Your first and second requests answer themselves. I am sure that Silver-Leaves-Clinging-To-The-Trunk will wish to meet you. As such you may watch me hunt as long as you agree to visit and discuss with it afterwards."
    El glimmered merrily. "This is agreeable to me. Please, hunt."

    Suddenly El saw a green mass exist in the sky, a celestial body that wasn't quite manifesting. He felt a longing for the moon to exist, so he sent his divine energy into it, stabilizing it.

    "And then we will meet Silver-Leaves-Clinging-To-The-Trunk."

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    Starting AP: 16 | Ending AP: 0 | Starting PAP: 0 | Ending PAP: 0
    Actions:
    (-5 AP) Create Major Artifact: The Orb of Rapid Mutation; This shimmering, constantly changing orb pulsates with divine power and mutation. Within it holds the power to mutate a race instantly, causing a sub-race to form. [-1 AP Create Sub-Race]
    (-5 AP) Create Major Artifact: The Rod of Ascension; The simple, but elegant rod inspires leadership and heroism on those who look upon it. Its power can be tapped into to create Heroes. [-1 AP Raise Hero]
    (-1 AP; +2 PAP) Join Pantheon: Vitae; Because his freedom was given to him at the hands of a member of Vitae, El joins the faction immediately. Though he is loyal only to Choo'Wohn presently, he also has need of allies. He may attempt to join other factions as well.
    (-1 AP) Bless: Rivers of Mount Steel; The rivers of Mount Steel rescued El, and so he blesses them with his divine energy. While a river normally flows only down hill, half of these rivers flow up and half of these river flow down. This constant cyclical nature is a symbol of renewal, and these water can heal mortal wounds. They also allow ships to sail up the mountain.
    (-2 AP; -1 PAP) Divine Infusion: Orb of Mutation; With the divine energy of those who would keep life alive aiding his own, El improves upon the Orb of Mutation so that it is even more powerful. [-1 to Create Sub-Race]
    (-2 AP; -1 PAP) Divine Infusion: Rod of Ascension: With the divine power of those who champion heroics, creating forces to stomp out the darkness aiding his own, El improves upon the Rod of Ascension so that it knows the true meaning of heroism. [-1 to Raise Hero]

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    Starting AP: 4 | Ending AP: 0 | Starting PAP: 2 | Ending PAP: 0
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    (+4 AP, +2 PAP) Roll Over
    (-4 AP) Create Mythic Life: Pith (Wind Caste); The Pith are a Psionic Race of telepaths, each who have different physiology based on their caste. Presently their latent psionic powers do not function, because the concept of psionic energy does not exist. The Wind Caste are speakers of truth for their people. They have two subdivisions, the Aspect of Air and the Aspect of Silver. Air Pith inform the Pith about on goings, Silver Pith go our and interact with other races on behalf of the Pith. Wind Caste Pith are tall and then with superior sight, smell, hearing and speech.

    (-0 AP; Orb of Rapid Mutation) Create Sub-Race: Pith (Earth Caste); The Earth Caste are large, powerful but mute creatures who do nearly all manual labor for their race. They can communicate telepathically, but, having ears, can usually manage a half- telepathic, half-spoken conversation with non-telepathic beings, though they prefer to keep to themselves.

    (-0 AP; Rod of Ascension) Raise Hero: Aarde; Aarde is the leader of the Earth Caste, a being of greater mental energy, physical strength, and foresight. Upon his death, his mental and psionic energy are captured by the Psi Caste and he is reborn into a new body.

    (-2 PAP; Joint Action: Weave Plane (Verdant Moon.): The Verdant Moon is a living mass, a peaceful place to gain a respite from the trials and pains of the first world. A sacred place.

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    The First Days of the East

    As the world moved on, the fires of war fanned into a blaze that yet raged in ways unseen despite the efforts of gods far older than the Crow. He watched from his perch atop the mountain, occasionally flying out to peck choice scraps from a corpse-ridden battlefield or sacked village. The crows of the world flocked to his side, lavishing him with baubles and offerings, praising his dark glory. To his credit the Crow returned the favour, gifting them with the ability to sense tragedy and disaster days before it happened. The crows rejoiced, spreading to the far corners of the continent in eager pursuit of delicious leftovers.

    The Crow sighed atop his mountain, watching the white snow fall upon his black feathers. Scowling, the Crow shook himself off and took flight. The cold didn't suit him, nor did the stark whiteness of the snow. The light of the sun shone upon the mountain too often, and always seemed to reflect off the snow right into his eyes. The Crow disliked the mountain, and as he flew over the Nameless Continent, he saw nothing that he felt could live up to his expectation of a home. Cawing with disgust, the Crow flew to the east, towards the World Tree and alighted within its lowest branches. Looking off to the east he saw the world's sea stretching on, unbroken by land.

    On a whim the Crow took wing, soaring east beyond the branches of the World Tree; beyond its roots, and then over the endless churning blue of the ocean. He flew until the sun rose behind him, its light filtering through the branches of the World Tree. He closed his eyes, picturing the perfect roost. An outcrock of reddish stone topped with a large flat plateau, one of many spires of rock jutting up from the sea. The Crow smirked, opening his eyes and slowing himself down. Gently he glided to a stop, letting his spear-like talons graze the surface of his new roost as he took the first steps onto the Spires of the Crow. Hundreds of them jutted from the sea, north and south as far as the mortal eye could see. To the west, the upper branches of the World Tree could be seen disappearing into the clouds.

    To the east yet more spires stretched out, until they collided with the shore of a wild and untamed landmass. Rolling hills and plains met the shore and faded into forests as the mountains in the centre of the new continent loomed closer. Beyond those mountains lay vast swathes of rocky scrag lands and dry savanna, until the land once again gave way to the sea. The Crow looked upon this temperate new land, knowing that soon it would be littered with scraps for his people to feed upon. And yet the Crow hesitated, knowing that other gods would too seek to claim for their own dominion. Though his liege had told him that the other gods' kingdoms were but temporary edifices in the face of death, the Crow couldn't help but feel jealous. So he scratched at the rock of his spires and tossed the dust he kicked up into the air, shrouding the western coast in thick fog, and turbulent waters. Should anything hope to sail through the Spires, they would be dashed to bits upon the rocky crags long before they reached the coast of this new land.

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    Far beyond the eastern edges of the world tree lie wild and uncharted lands shielded from view by thousands of tall spires of reddish stone. Beyond the mysterious spires lie untamed swathes of forest and plains, and then mountains and scraglands beyond that. Only wild animals inhabit the land, but that will surely change in the ages to come.
    1 AP - Bless: The Shroud of the Crow
    The Crow has kicked up thick fog and stirred the waters into a frenzy in the sea surrounding the Spires that protect the Eastern Continent. Ships and low-flying creatures will have an extremely difficult time traversing the dozen or so miles from the beginning of the spires to the shores of the continent. Most will be dashed against the rocky spires and destroyed by the unrelenting rush of water, but the very skilled or very lucky might make it past to discover the wonders of the new world. Only 1 in 100 ships will make it past the spires, barring exceptional circumstances.

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    Choo'Wohn

    Choo'Wohn looked up at the green plane, and could tell that it was Vitae work, but that it was incomplete. She rose up, slowly, from the ground and yet it was not very long until she had exited the first world - for the first time - and was on the Versant moon. As she laid her feet upon the surface of the moon rivers sprouted from that original spring. Many were regular rivers, but many were odd; whether that was upward flowing rivers like her friend EL produced; or rivers with odd properties; perhaps magical or perhaps made of wine.

    With that it was complete. A plane on its own. Choo'Wohn cried out, "Who is the originator of this plane?"

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