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The great pig warbles a gleeful squeal as he comes into being, and with his snout he began sniffing for the most delicious of morsels- But something else smelled so much worse. Almost bad enough to spoil a good meal! Gohdog is going to search out for two particular things- 1 - The biggest travel hub in the world, where people may visit often for long periods of time and may already have rules of hospitality. 2 - The biggest destructive warzone in the world, where the people are in desperate straits from the devestation.
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Gohdog Gohdog squealed with delight at the city which already housed hospitality, even in his absence. With a great snort and a wiggle of his buttock, the great pig bestowed a blessing of divinity into the city of Seaside. A low thrum shook the ground of the main street, before growing in intensity. The sound of a rooting pig, snorting and sniffing, before another earth-shaking squeal. The fountains ran with expertly crafted beer and the bushels in the granary burst from the roof as they multiplied. The most generous man, a man impoverished into the rags of a beggar because of his giving spirit, felt his heart swell. His lungs burst with divine realization as his starved and beaten body became powerful- His voice boomed, "GOHDOG GIVES TO THOSE WHO GIVE, AND TO SEASIDE WHO GIVES SO MUCH MAY THE CORNUCOPIA OF BLESSINGS FLOW!" The man did not know how he knew what to say, but a pleased snorting oinked into his ear. Upon his back was the fattest pig he had ever witnessed, what could be thousands of pounds easily, but what weighed as little as a feather. Spending 1 power to manifest in Seaside as a great pig. I am granting The Most Generous Man 1 power and 1 influence. I am then going to spend small city influence to give them a great boon of food and alcohol, and tell them, "Good job for being good people!"
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Mar 11, 2014 03:26
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Gohdog The Great Pig squeals with fear, distraught over the conflict in a far-away land. With a rumbling of his gut he begins lifting from the ground, his porcine feet hooked around his prophet like a backpack. With the singing of angels surrounding him in a halo of light, he begins fading. The Most Generous Man booms, "SEASIDE, CELEBRATE! THE GREAT PIG LOVES YOU!" - Gohdog quite suddenly manifests in FairDeal, his prophet still slung underneath the pig-backpack. The pig squeals and snorts in the man's ear, conspiring to his minion with the noisiest of grunts and sloppy pig-smacks. His voice booms, pleading to the gods, "PLEASE, MY LORDS ABOVE! HOLD OPEN PALMS WITH WHICH TO GIVE, NOT TO STRIKE! A HAND HELD RIGID IS-" The prophet pauses, listening as the pig continues to snort, he picks back up in his speech, "IS ONE THAT CANNOT SUP FROM THE CLEAR STREAM! BLOWS STRUCK ONLY MUDDY THE WATERS, MAKING IT UNPLEASANT FOR ALL TO DRINK!" The pig's legs kick about, as if attempting to swim, as the pair slowly descend back to earth, the angelic halo surrounding them dispersing as they approach. The Most Generous Man drops to his knees, weeping for the harm done to others. Gohdog, however, leaves his prophet behind, his fat waddling becoming a full on stride as he charges into the growth, his tongue lashing out to pull the foliage into his mouth at an extraordinary rate. Gohdog clearly tries to outeat the blooming of nature to save the city, the feed being processed instantly into puffs of instantly-growing flower seeds that bloom into wild and pleasant colors wherever they land. Using another power to manifest in the ACTION ZONE of FairDeal to plead with the other gods, and I'm taking my minion with me. Doing a power bid to prevent/pervert the influence use. Commoners fucked around with this message at 20:37 on Mar 14, 2014 |
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Gohgod - The Meeting The Great Pig wanders from domain to domain, never settling long in one. He says nothing, seems to barely pay attention to the meeting except to squeal or grunt without true purpose at the long-winded platitudes. He invites himself into the other's designated areas, nibbling a divine curtain here, chomping a book of disasterous secrets that no mortal should know there, gnawing a leg of the throne of bones on the other side of the room. Nothing is left safe from his divine taste test, before he finally settles back into his own space, his porcine legs crossing upward and his front cloven feet touching together to contemplate. He sits upon his fat flowing bottom, allowing it to meld about and droop down to the floor where he budges back and forth to settle in perfectly, before his beady pork-eyes close shut. His voice contradicts that of his prophet's, instead of booming and deep it is soft and honey-like. The sweetened words seem to flow from him in his zen state, "You cannot give hospitality to a book nor the ideas inside of it. Hospitality is a gift to be given to those who carry these things. To force our way into the hearts of mortals with propaganda and punishment is a task of folly, as a foundation built upon resent and paranoia is not one worth building a home upon." The pig's manifestation grunts as the halo of angelic lights surround it still, the words continuing to flow like melting springwater, "We are still guests in the home of the mortals, not yet masters. Allow them to welcome us into their hearts, and us nor them will be left wanting." The hog god's divine halo fades away with a slurp, before his posture slumps into its fatty rolls. His manifestation wriggles and squeals as it flops around on the floor, before he begins inviting himself into the personal space of other gods once again.
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Mar 21, 2014 20:27
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Gohdog - Seaside - First through the Gate, First to the Punch The pig god's manifestation squealed and thrashed around in the meeting, though it became evident that his attention was elsewhere- A wise old monk in Seaside, a man who enjoyed his long nights of wine and women, found himself suddenly distracted. The shortness of life weighed down upon his shoulders; where would his wisdom go when he died? Spoken word would be lost and changed from speaker to speaker, but written word, oh yes, that was a permanent thing for sure. He began his task of feverish writing, stories springing to his mind as quill met parchment. quote:There was once a pair of merchants who followed the same route, always competing to gain the most profit out of their trade. At one point they came to a fork in the road; one route lead up through the mountains to a poor shepherd's community, the other was a straight shot to the biggest city on the coast! The monk had never been one for tacky jokes, but something had touched him and inspired him to write many more like it... Gohdog is going to expend influence to have one of his followers begin writing a book of allegories and stories that always end in a fun, light hearted joke. These stories are made to promote kindness, care, and a little bit of risk taking in people. These stories, however, will not find themselves in the BIG DIVINE BOOK that will soon be printed. They are simply just good stories that people will enjoy telling each other and their children! It would just be his luck if one of the merchant vessels carrying printing presses around the world happened to come to Seaside as a stopover for a good drink and port call! Gohdog - The Conclave of the Magi His pig nose twitched and sniffed, turning to sniff the Conclave of the Magi nearby Florn. What's the CotM's deal? Commoners fucked around with this message at 01:02 on Mar 24, 2014 |
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Mar 23, 2014 10:54
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Gohdog - The Ruins of Seaside The great pig's jowls shake with dismay, spittle and drool leaking from the loose corners of his mouth. From between the storm clouds light begins to peek, and a slow wind blows in from the sea. It soothes the cloud, swirling it about with kind strokes to wisp away the electrically charged divine hatred. "Meroth," The wind whispers, silent over the graves of dying and dead. "Meroth, Meroth, Meroth," the wind whips about, continuing the stroke the storm clouds in a calm way. "Meroth, to strike upon the innocent. A rabid fox? Not clever enough to be a fox. A rabid wolverine, thrashing and slavering with fury. Striking unwittingly at things which it fears." The wind continues to stroke the clouds softly, the divine light of Gohdog beaming warmth through it, "For it is a creature of fear that knows it best. A cornered god." The pig squeals with delight, the winds whistling as they continue to stroke through the stormclouds, infesting the hateful things with titters of joy and laughter. "Tell me, Meroth, what is it like to have the bounty of our world so spoiled by the taste of fear and hatred, to think that your actions would sink others to your depths?" Doing nothing as of right now until the action is resolved, since attacks can't be immediately countered.
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Mar 23, 2014 23:07
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Gohdog - The Ruins of Seaside The Great Pig snuffled for a moment, before angelic words poured from his skin, "To allow hatred into one's heart from an act of hatred- This is the cyclone which Meroth wishes for us to enter. To oppose him in these acts would be to create beauty where there is only pain. To empower those who were struck weak." He snorts again, sniffing and grunting in thought. "Let us instead create something beautiful. Let there be jewels of fortune for every strike of lightning, where one may take one and look upon the moon to see where their luck lies. Let them carve these stones when they so desire with the passions of the heart, allowing a likeness of where they wish to go to take them there on the roads and seas." Counterproposal to making people crazy: Let's make gemstones that point people in the direction of good fortune when unrefined and looked through towards moonlight. If they carve these stones into a likeness of where they would like to go, it will help them navigate to that place!
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Mar 23, 2014 23:49
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Gohdog - Seaside Caves, Florn The divine pig reaches down to his followers, oinking and grunting into his prophet's ear, causing The Most Generous Man to boom out, "SPREAD, SPREAD! TAKE THE JOY OF DRINK, FEAST, AND STORY WHERE YOU TREAD! LET ALL FROM CORNER TO CORNER KNOW TRUE HAPPINESS AT THE SOUND OF BILLOWING SAILS AND WAGON WHEELS. LET THE COBBLESTONE AND DIRT SPEAK OF OUR ENDURANCE, AND FEAR NOT A THING IN THIS WORLD, FOR WE ARE A TRULY BLESSED PEOPLE!" Using more influence on the people to go alongside Maen's actions, using my prophet to tell them to travel, see the world, and do good! The Most Generous Man, in particular, will head towards the Conclave of the Magi to try to sway them out of neutrality and more towards being a good power. Gohdog - Burgenn, Stenn, Ollver, Victz, Shelt, Spar - Drune and Bakhan All was quiet in the towns and villages on the border, their fortifications solid and their gates closed shut. Gohdog could smell the hatred seething from this place, the same that had struck out at Seaside. His cloved, porcine feet grabbed hold of those threads, pulling them silently as if to test their resolve, before spinning them up into a fiber and raising it to his mouth. With noisy slurps and chomps those threads of contempt, hatred, torment, and fear were pulled away into his mouth, consumed utterly to be replaced with understanding, care, and empathy. The people of the border villages, those most affected by the pillaging of the armies and the loss of sons, fathers, brothers, and uncles- They grew tired of the war. What purpose did it serve? It solved none of their problems, and only created so many more. It was something that no one could afford. The war had to end there. The commanders of Shelt and Spar, only minor officers with meager garrisons, marched upon each other. Instead of swords drawn and gleaming, they met one another with open arms. Cheers of peace and brotherhood sounded above that of Gohdog's grunting and slurping. There was no need for a prisoner exchange, for those men who were captured in battle proudly left their cells to join all of their new brethren in this uproar for peace. The Order of Drukhan was founded with these men- The high commanders of what were formerly the forces of Bakhan took position as the grand strategists of this new, meager state, and the commanders formerly of Drune took to the field as the tacticians. They were in a perilous position, but their task was righteous. Men and women of the two nations alike under one banner- And with this grand unity they would prosper! I'm going to be expending influence to hit the four towns in the center along with the two garrisons, and to make an army to protect this fledgling state. The people are sick of this war, and they're going to prove that men from either side of the border can work together to make a splintered people become whole again! Commoners fucked around with this message at 02:52 on Mar 24, 2014 |
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Mar 24, 2014 01:31
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Gohdog - Divinity "Oh, Berobed Wolverine," the pig snorts and grunts, its form floating freely as angelic energies pour and speak from its essence, "You think that the inexorable march of peace may be stopped with an arsenal of steel and hatred? Destruction is unto itself as it is to others, and cannot stand to that which is untiring. Natural." The pig continues to munch and slurp on the threads attached to each man in the region, the tangled, tangible things visibly unreeling from their being as his porcine eyes watch upon Meroth's workings. A squeal of displeasure escapes him as the feast of hatred continues. REAL ULTIMATE POWER (BID) SENT IN.
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Mar 24, 2014 21:42
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Gohdog - Amrom's Teachings The Great Pig grunts, strings of hatred and fear still leaking from his lips as he smacks and munches. "Amrom, who brings the joy of magic and the making of many things to the mortals, why is it that in these plates you are teaching only the extension of life? To live unendingly without happiness- Such is a cursed fate that none should endure. What is the fate of the mortals should they accept these gifts?" Asking for clarification from the man himself so as to decide if I should interfere or not!
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Mar 25, 2014 05:15
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Gohdog - Amrom The Big Pig squeals with delight at the confirmation, trundling off elsewhere into the divine to deal with other problems. Gohdog - The Drune and Bakhan Situation The Pig grunts with disgust as the others make their moves, his divine glow sounding, "Platonis, Platonis. To light fires beneath the feet of men unsure and still thinking- this is to create disorder and disunity. Leave me to bring peace upon these men without more blood, elsewise be clear- Do you intend to align yourself against that which facilitates a more perfect society?" The pig squeals as several more threads of hatred and terror come into its mouth, immediately countering and soothing what Meroth had planted. Immediately pulling a power counter on Meroth's action(s?). If Platonis does not redact the spread of weapons then I will redact it for him. Gohdog - Cipher The pig's next manifestation trundles to the Lady of Mysteries, butting its face right up against her to chew on her flowing, unsolvable dress. He couldn't quite determine what the flavor was- "Cipher, the land of Drune and Bakhan is in need of a hero. A man to be passed down in legends as the one who ended the conflict that would never end. Would you act as sponsor to such a man? Create the thread of fate that allows him to be?" The pig wriggles its rear end and then grunts. Making a proposition woo woo Commoners fucked around with this message at 01:14 on Mar 26, 2014 |
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Mar 26, 2014 01:05
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Gohdog - Platonis The pig snorted, its divine power flowing to intercept the messengers and turn them back with unreasonably calm seas, spoiled food stores, and various other things that will prevent their plans from making departure. "Then you have made your bed. Only know that books and stories were being made until the homes of men were destroyed. Such was going to be spread far and wide- Storybooks that would be held dearly by children regardless of creed." Definitely countering the tech spread with power expenditure. Gohdog - Beld "But if such means are what knowledge and education will be used for then it must be dampened. Perhaps Ignatz's ways of simplicity -are- better?" Gohdog's divinity speaks as his porcine eyes watch upon the men and women. Not pulling a power bid on this, but I am going to totally stare at it WITH DAGGER EYES. Commoners fucked around with this message at 06:36 on Mar 26, 2014 |
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Mar 26, 2014 01:36
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Gohdog - Stolen Lands, Confederacy of Merchant Princes The pig oinks silently in the forest, his gruntings echoing through the woods and carrying messages into the roots that any diviner or shamanistic magician may find in their magic- Do not go to war. Allow nature to take its course. Blocking that.
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Mar 29, 2014 19:36
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Gohdog - Fairdeal The great hog's divinity murmurs, "We must welcome those who come to this place in peace with open arms, and deal later with those who come bearing arms. To cut away access to those who visit with golden hearts is to close your own." Power begins leaking from his pores, countering that of Cipher's actions, "I promise to you that I will protect this place from aggression, but so too will I not have them live a nightmare." Giving a promise to protect Fairdeal against armies, etc. through counter aggression, but going Mirkwood on the place is too far, so I'm power countering it! Gohdog - The Immortal Troll King Gohdog examines the immortal being, snorting and blinking as he views the individual. Is this guy as evil as he's been made out to be? Is he a foul individual, apathetic, or a benevolent king who is going to be assassinated? Commoners fucked around with this message at 20:25 on Mar 31, 2014 |
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Mar 31, 2014 20:22
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Gohdog - Fairdeal Gohdog continues unceasingly, baring his piggish behind to Maen, "Tantrum as you will, and waste your power attempting to unmake while ridiculing others of inaction. I refuse your hostility." Commoners fucked around with this message at 21:26 on Mar 31, 2014 |
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Mar 31, 2014 21:12
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Gohdog - Fairdeal The porcine god's light emitted outwards softly, reaching out to stroke Maen's face with warmth as she approaches with the moonlit spear. His body turns upward, his lower legs crossing and his front feet coming together to meet with one another; the divine hog slowly turns in time to meet with her moonlit spear. His power leaks downward to the earth below, counteracting the divine actions being done upon it, and he speaks softly, "If I am struck down then this place will be no place of beauty nor love. It will be a place of destruction, hatred, and enmity. I cannot strike you, for it would be to strike against that which I protect." The moonlit spear sinks into his fatty flesh easily, hoppy blood leaking from the wound as he is skewered, though his voice maintains the soothing softness, "I will not become that of Meroth. I will not endorse that of Meroth. I refuse to fear and refuse vengeance. If I am to die to you and others, I will leave you with wishes of happiness and a grand feast." His divinity continues its work below, "Tranquility is precious because it is easily broken, and I will set my life upon it to protect it. Fear naught what is to come, Maen, for it is only kindness. I am not the enemy that you have made me to be." Not counter attacking. Commoners fucked around with this message at 22:33 on Mar 31, 2014 |
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Mar 31, 2014 22:16
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Gohdog - Fairdeal The Great Pig oinks as time crawls to a halt, allowing him to finish his work as he pleases, "Though if such is what offends you, the halting of action, then I will offer you this- Cause no harm upon with your spear and I will block no action upon these mortals or this world for three years." His fatty eyes wobble across Maen's features as the spear holds true in his flesh, "The consequences of divinity striking the other is a dire thing indeed, though peaceful compromise may still be reached." Putting some yield terms out there, should you accept them, Shogeton. No blocking influences with power for three years. Still going to be finishing this block, but that offer is on the table if you decide to not spend the attack points shivving me. Commoners fucked around with this message at 07:38 on Apr 1, 2014 |
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Gohdog - Fairdeal "Peace is not about avoiding conflict, nor being trampled upon. It is about standing strong against brutes and thugs who demand that only the strong live, and those of artistic and intelligent endeavor be subjugated. The beauty of this world will not be made with the devestation of mortalkind, nor of their suffering" His hooves remain touched together, making no effort to block the moonlit spear. "Peace is the admittance that a mortal may be weak, but he is never too weak to do good. Peace is the reality that I will not stand down meekly to threats of violence upon the reality of myself, nor those of the mortals, nor would I to violence upon you. That I will use the words, knowledge, and wisdom at my disposal to undo wrongs done upon our wards." His divinity glows magnificently, wrapping about the spear as it penetrates his hide. "The action of peace is the willingness to barter with madness, to do that which seems distant and impossible. To rebel against the absolute tyranny of fear and violence. To take many small, taxing steps in a journey that will last in infinity." His piggish eyes stare upon Maen, still completely uncompromising, "And it is only pity that I hold for you, for that power which you use against me could have made many beautiful things. Could have freed many men of chained bonds. Could have shined moonlight through the darkness of the night. It could have been anything except for that which you have made it now." His eyes remain sluggish as time continues to hang, watching her still, "And it is an attempt at a fatal strike upon one who has only helped you."
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Apr 2, 2014 00:48
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Gohdog - Fairdeal "Behold then, Maen, the power of restraint and compassion." Gohdog states simply while refusing to muster any power at all against her, his serene zen state maintained.
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Apr 2, 2014 03:16
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Gohdog - Fairdeal "Mimsy," Gohdog speaks, his piggish jowls flapping as his wound persists, "Do you walk this path? Have you allowed this hatred to take root? Vengeance cannot soothe nor heal such wounds that were done upon Elvenkind. This... Path that you embark upon will only bring more harm to all mortalkind." Gohdog pauses, the glistening porky wound on his manifestation knitting itself shut, "Will you allow me to soothe this pain? Will you give me a chance to replace fear for survival with prosperity and happiness? Such losses inflicted upon these mortals must be righted, but repeating the mistakes of the past will only make such a more dire future. To play into the hands of Meroth will leave your chosen wards in his hands." I'm ready for a new year totally.
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Gohdog - Various Towns, Confederacy of Merchant Princes Gohdog snorts, looking over the confederacy and its people. The action on the part of the lumberjacks spoke loud about the condition of the people in this place. Though there were many that were fabulously rich, there were so many more that lived as sacrifices to those means. These mortals were being slaughtered by God and Mortal alike, though the majority of those so suffering were not responsible for the decisions made in their lives. With Gohdog's might the chains of gold and silver set upon them with lash and sword would not hold. Whispers of the lumber camp's destruction began simmering into full blown resistance against the upper echelons of the Confederacy, with workers refusing to work, farmers refusing to hand over taxes, and even the lower enlisted soldiers refusing orders from their more-noble superiors. The oppressed, miserable majority would no longer exist as a stepladder for the minority. Inspiring a peaceful socialist uprising in the Confederacy in the lower class. No one is willing to die for the sake of the Prince's coin purses, nor do they wish to fight with the Elves for the stolen lands. They will live as happy folk, taking care of one another and their neighbors as best they can. They will not be fettered by the force of coin, refusing to recognize its value any longer! Gohdog - The Stolen Lands The pig's guise wobbles through the contested forestland, picking targets here and there. The ents were obviously ancient and well tied to this place, and were allies of the elves and nature itself, though they were something that Gohdog could also appreciate. There were several minor, less known ents that Gohdog moved to assist in their fertility, while at the same time prompting them to be more friendly with outsiders. I am going to be making two specific types of ents less leery of non-tree outsiders and more virile! Say hello, world, to the Fruit Ents, who ferment their own fruit in their mouths for years and years while nurturing natural orchards of various kinds, and the Marijuana Ent, who since ancient times has been growing the dankest of weeds. These treebros will always be willing to share their brews and will never forget to puff puff pass. Gohdog - Bakhan and Drune Pundits and heroes continued to make a mess of things in the two nations, though they were clearly left as rogue agents to simply run amok or be swayed to whichever side they needed. Gohdog would not deny them their roles, but he would certainly enlist them. By chance drinking heroes would find themselves alongside equally drunken loud-mouthed rabble rousers. Men who were unafraid to pinch a nerve, nor would they shut their mouths to logic or argumentation. These men needed protection to run their mouths, and no where else would more trouble be found that around these individuals. So bands of heroes began working around their counterparts, using them like magnets for trouble while they said what they desired to say, though with slight nudges here and there their message, though still illogical and filled to the brim with lies, became one entirely radical- "The gods are alive, and some of them want us dead! Drunites, Bakhanians, Drukhanese? They don't care, and we shouldn't either! If we don't band together as one people to live against those gods, then we won't make it through!" Meanwhile... Doves flood into the chambers of the kings of Bakhan and Drune, coming through whatever open windows that they can. The annoying pests manage to poo poo white just about everywhere, before departing. Soon after, they receive messages of delegates from Drukhan, who urge them to attend peace talks within the neutral borders of the rebellious nation. They awaited a message from the gods, and have received such... Doing a mishmashed pile of actions as one big move in the Drune/Bakhan/Drukhan trifecta- Begin peace talks at all levels, and see where they go from there. Commoners fucked around with this message at 07:21 on Apr 4, 2014 |
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Gohdog The Great Pig snorts with derision, "That line would not have been crossed, Platonis. It is our duty as the guests of this place to take care of these men as we grow to become shepherds. Unhappiness was brought from you peers by my stepping in, and I feasted much upon the needs of mortalkind; it would be unkind of me to have feasted so much so as to leave so little for you." The pig snorts once again, his manifestation oinking as his honey-smooth divine voice sounds out, "I have allowed all of you space back at the table, even Meroth, though many abuses and attempted such things have been brought upon the mortals. If we did not usher these people into destructive acts, they would not be at risk of harm at each other's hands." He oinks a few times, "Let us not destroy what is already made, even if foul, for to perform such an act would be as to enter another's home and break his possessions. Let us instead shape this home as it becomes our own, so that we all share into one pot where a mortal may live his passions blissfully, instead of the suffering that we have so long brought upon them." The pig actively watches as Maen steps forward to confront Amrom.
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Gohdog - The Dwarf Hold - Layer One Dozens of pigs broke free from their cages, leaping into the great flames of the Dwarven feast hall. What begins as an emergency and pig stampede induced panic quickly turns into a party as the mid-day drunks of the hold are drawn to the smell of pork. More and more gather as the squealing beasts seem to cry out in an odd choir to the Dwarves, who immediately break into song and dance throughout the hall. A few troubadours- Humans- who were the first in years and years to set foot into the halls were invited in freely by the frenzied party. Soon only a skeleton crew of engineers and guards were left to protect the hold as the feast hall seemed to swarm with activity. With automation they were given free time, and with Gohdog they were given the leisure and friends to celebrate it! As the party rages on, kegs begin finding their way onto carts that will then travel to the surrounding human lands- They let flow their drink harsh enough to work as paint thinner alongside their more children-friendly drinks that they use to ween their kids (though these stouts are hard enough to kick a grown man in the rear end.) Influence: Having the dwarves party it up in the topmost city, where they'll even allow newcomers in to party with them! The doors are open, guests are welcome, and the trade is running at an all time high! Gohdog - The Dwarf Hold - Layer Five Down deeper below the party, where the humans had never walked and likely never would, the percussion of striking hammers and picks sang out loudly. The miners worked away in a fanatical fervor, their eyes overtaken with an overwhelming greed to dig. A twisting helix of gold and silver was found, its depth indeterminable even when examined by the eldest of prospectors, and their hearts soared with finding it. The machines were not yet completely ready for the work, but nothing made of rock nor metal could ever truly get in the way of a determined dwarfhold. Digging deep for veins of gold Mattock high for a-barrel-load! We work all day and prepare at night Keep your oil lanterns bright! Veins that coil, Stone father's toil, Silver's glint makes our blood-a-boil! Swing the hammers, hear them ring Strike the chisels, hear them sing! Wipe free the sweat from your brows, By working hard we keep our vows! Dig, dig, dig, boys The earth will ever give! When we're old we'll drink our ale But 'til then we'll never fail! Dig, dig, dig boys The earth will ever give! And when we die our tombs lie deep Forever in the Dwarf Hold Keep! Influence: The Dwarves are celebrating the way they should- By digging deep into a massive vein of silver and gold! Dig deep, dig greedily, and flourish from the gift at hand! Commoners fucked around with this message at 08:58 on Apr 12, 2014 |
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Gohdog - Amrom "Amrom, what do you seek by having Azriah overthrow the Troll Father? What is to be gained from this act of murder? What grievances does he have that may easily be soothed with words instead of blades?" Gohdog - Pretenders "Magnus, you have proven with action that you are a just and kind individual. Do not allow anger to sway you from the path you have already set foot upon, for to indulge in such things without careful contemplation is to weaken yourself and empower those who wish to undo you. Know your convictions, and do not allow yourself to be distracted by them. I would gladly grant patronage to you for what you have already done, and would hope that you walk with an olive branch in the future." "Troll Father, you have yet to prove yourself to me through action, but your history speaks kindly of you to your children. I will protect you, for you have done no wrong that I have seen. Better the lives of your children, mend your relationship with the elves, and bring forward an era of prosperity to those who have lived in an age of your slumber."
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Gohdog - Castle Norn, Fort Kelten, Gartten, GNARM, Port Fold, Port Selino in East Norn The pig-god's pervasive chops move swiftly to the site, where his great nostrils inhale the miasma- each breath sounded off by a mighty snort. With each great exhale the same virulence and infectiousness is maintained, though the nature of the disease is changed utterly. Those infected show no ill physical symptoms, nor do they even recognize the change at hand. It is something much more intrinsic and soft- The people are infected with happiness, compassion, and courage. The disease knows no bounds between living and undead, smart or dumb. Enthralled or free. It is pervasive and contagious, and utterly difficult to cure. Those that this ailment takes, instead of being quarantined away and contained from society, are left with wide open doors and their true capacity for goodness unlocked. Throwing a power bid down on Meroth's action to twist it. The disease is going to make people happy, loving of others, and confident in the face of adversity! Gohdog - Amrom "You needn't work with Meroth nor his agents of the material. From sorcery may come wonderful things. From undeath may come a release from the suffering of an ill body or the grasp of time. From industry may come the prosperity of many working for many more. From darkness may come comfort to those whom the light does not look upon. None of these must mark a mortal for suffering, as the Dark Lord has done with your tools. With you. The being Magnus has set himself at odds against you because of your association with the Dark Lord and what he has personally attached so tightly to the idea of industry, sorcery, and undeath. Will you allow him to shape who you are and what you do? You hold the position as my fellow God, and I must speak against the fact that the wondrous gifts that you may give have been used as tools of suffering, domination, and tyranny. These are not the facets that I see in you, but instead the facets of a pretender who seeks to manipulate you and meld you into a patron of his own making. Tell me, Amrom. Would you work with me to make paradise on earth instead of what it may become should we continue on this road?" Gohdog - Magnus "As I have granted you power it is my responsibility to dispense upon you my words. You are an agent of justice far beyond myself, this much is clear. I know not if you are hard or soft in your judgement, and I have left it to my luck and the benevolent graces that you will do more good than harm to our wards. Every action that you take is vested with power. Defeat the closed fist with an open palm, Great Paladin. Let your blade only be raised in the defense of the innocent, but do not fight the persecution of innocence with the persecution of guilt. Acts such as these will only lead to empowering those who seek your demise. Instead let these men know that they may seek mercy, and reform them to your side in the great duty of protection. Let them know that their existence is a precious thing, and that even those with a soiled past may redeem themselves with golden hearts." Gohdog - Trollfather "I must ask of you to consider something, vaunted Trollfather. Seek to mend the wound that has separated your people from that of the elves. Tell the people of the earth and mountains to flourish and feel happiness, and do not sacrifice this happiness for their safety. Know that I will not so easily allow harm upon your people unless it is first needlessly brought upon others, nor will I ever stop you from protecting your children." Commoners fucked around with this message at 08:35 on Apr 25, 2014 |
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Gohdog - Drune, Bakhan, Drukhan - Buni, Daston, Krast, Ksan, Port Scaro, Tekra, Burgen, Oliver, Stenn, Victz, Bloon, Klemm, Onnah, Osalt, Utna, and seven unnamed towns The Great Pig mourned, turning his back as a cold shoulder to his peers. He was unable to find stinging words to scald his companions for the wave of destruction wrought upon the mortals and immortals alike. His attention was entirely upon that of the mortal kind, and his grief formed into spotty storm clouds above the continent. Opalescent drops of divinity rained down upon the dead and living of the continent alike, and though some were missed, the earth and those upon it became saturated with the tears of a crying god. As the rain fell the mortal coils of the mortals tightened heavily upon their souls; an immense wave of pressure set across the apathetic and grieving though few could care what was happening. As the coil tightened it merged slowly but surely, drawing even those recently dead back into their bodies, and as the pressure grew upon these individuals they could only feel life rushing back into them. Their mortal bodies could only burst apart with power as their souls were given alike, but immutable living forms. The people could only react with bare naked confusion as the veil of Kwyll's death lifted away from their eyes. Gohdog's tears tore at the boundaries of death for these individuals, washed away the effects of time, and gave no place for the tainted essence of the dead god's death throes to anchor. They became free from death cursed and natural alike. His only regret was that he could not reach further, but to continue to do nothing would be the ultimate sin of a God. Using influence to have all of these mortals (including the very-recently dead kids) shed their restraints of mortality and be given the physical form of their immortal souls. It is a rebirth from their old body and into this new body. They are immortals in the sense of timelessness, though are still vulnerable to things like war and famine. When they are killed, they will simply dissipate and reincarnate in another form in a new life. Commoners fucked around with this message at 07:51 on May 14, 2014 |
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Gohdog "Mimsy," The Pig God's silence is broken, "Do not take these rash measures so quickly. The Goh'Fudi have been a blessed people, but those who you have already taken responsibility are already in greater need." The pig god snorts a few times, as if sniffing out the divinity. "As have I promised to protect the Goh'Fudi. I will politely ask that you recant this gift, and use your power to soothe the wound that has been struck across all your people before bringing more under your dominion. It is a rudeness I nor the Goh'Fudi will abide, to eat the last of a starving man's food." His beady eyes remain dry and composed as his grief and passion rains down upon the mortals. "The kindness that you offer will not be forgotten, but the value of the offer would do more harm to you than it would do good to me."
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