Abyssal Squid fucked around with this message at 23:19 on Apr 25, 2016

Hexenritter fucked around with this message at 18:48 on Apr 26, 2016

The Second Age of the Gods began with a bang. The first clue came from the Glass Spires - attuned to the Silver Song, they thrummed an alarm that sent the People of Chromeport scrambling. Silvurtle and Aqueau alike took cover, but where was there to hide from the force of a God? The whistling from the sky increased until the Spires were shrieking with resonance - and then it shattered in the air, fragments of a God raining down like blazing spears. Tidur’s awareness dimmed from a moment from the shock, but when it returned he surveyed the results of his attack.

A spattering of molten Silver to the south, already congealing into new islands, and Chromeport pierced with strangely regular holes. The Silvurtle examined the holes, finding that something about their stucture or orientation actually increased the power and flexibility of the Silver Song! Even the wind blowing through the holes filled Chromeport with pleasant rumbles of deep sound. They thanked the mysterious force that had granted them such a boon with loud and extensive prayers of goodwill!

-O-
A trickle of prayer makes its way to Tidur, a directionless, confused thing.
_{”Oh God, ye who mold this world with powerful hands, should we take after you? Should we experiment with the world?”}

(TIDUR LOSES 2 HP! Chromeport has gained the Amplifier trait, and the Silvurtle have learned how to improve their Instruments!

Their Population remains 8.)

-O-

The blessings continued with a kind voice from a bright sky. Her voice falters at first, but - buoyed by the Wisps surrounding her - she gains in conviction and clarity. Her words awaken something in the Silvurtle and their Aqueau allies, calling forth memories lost in time. Suddenly, they simply must tell someone! A great clamour arose in Chromeport, a babble of stories being told and retold and remembered - until one brave soul scribed the first words: “In the Beginning…” And from there it spread like a slow flame, touching upon those few wise enough to learn.

This knowledge is nothing new to the Aqueau, who have been passing down detailed stories for generations. But to keep this knowledge in tangible form? To copy it and disperse it so that all may know? How novel! They too join in, dictating to the Silverscribes their histories, so that both People may benefit!

-O-

A small question reaches Eleathas’ divine awareness, and she ponders an answer.
_{”Oh Wise Goddess, I have always wondered - what are the points of light in the night sky?”}

(The Silvurtle learn Basic Writing and History. Only a small group has learned so far, but with time it will spread - unless the knowledge is held back.

Their Population remains 8.)


Quintzite the Thrice Pure changed one day. He came upon a group of his People with silent grace and called them towards him. Though they mistrusted his strange ways and his appearance, they were drawn to him by his whispered commands. He spoke to them, angled in such a way that the light caused him to glow brightly to their eyes. The Tyrant King rumbled down below, they had all heard it. And hadn’t some of the Glass People disappeared of late, taken by strange beasts in the night? He did not mince words - war was coming.

A chorus of arguments broke out among the group and those who had been gathered by the commotion. Some begged to hide, others to flee from his territory, others to find the Tyrant King in his lair and take the fight to him. Quintzite shushed them, and their words shattered and fell. He shook his head slowly, and told them that they would watch and wait for now - and spread the word to their allies. They would have need of them, soon enough.

-O-
Quintzite paused in his travels one night, in silent contemplation. He barely breathed the question, but Tarix heard it clear:
_{”Great God, I see these lights gazing down upon me like I thousand eyes, piercing me even in my invisibility. What are the moving points of light in the sky?”}

(The Verre have gained a Hero - Quintzite the Thrice Pure! Quintzite has Master Stealth and Sound Dampening, allowing him to travel Somewhere with near-impunity. However, he is a Pariah - he is not well liked, even by his own People. Some even find him Terrifying.

Their Population remains 5.)


The Talismangaka - as they came to be known - were extremely surprised by Uguu’s sudden appearance into their world. The Tyrant King was known to be all-powerful - and yet this strange spirit had whisked them away from him without the slightest bit of effort, and even removed their shackles. Could this be a... Goddess? They had heard rumours from others, long before their imprisonment below. They praised her - and then she forced them to work, even caging two others that had not met her standards. A fearful, capricious creature - but far less brutal, even so.

Her task was monumental in the extreme. Her powers allowed her to create images in the air, and she demanded the same of them. But they were mere mortals - and worthless besides. They lamented - but she forced them ahead with a sort of manic glee. Using the remnant Glass of the tools of their bondage and some fractured dicestone, they figured out how to create a sort of flat image; Uguu called it ‘drawing’.

For ink, they found a novel source - hated Water, mixed with fragments of their own shattered bodies. With different mixtures, they gained different shades. A painful process - but then, they were used to pain.

-O-

Another breakthrough - a mortal means to create Animegifs, discovered by San. Four images, drawn on the faces of a cube of dicestone, spun just so… and:

For the first time in a long time, the Talismangaka felt proud. Uguu bade them to go out into the People and share their Mangastones and Animegifs and so they did, with something like determination! They left the images in hidden places, far from the prying eye of the Tyrant and his Anomalice, for the others to find. The mere sight of the images brought joy into the failing hearts of the slaves, but it kindled something more… the seeds of rebellion, and the desire to learn how to produce such works themselves!

-O-

A furtive prayer reaches Uguu’s awareness, from Ni, one of the Talismangaka.
_{”Goddess… I do not like the dark. It is all dark here, down below, and I long for the light. Why must there be darkness? What of the dark places in the world?”}

(The Fortugnat gain a Group - the six Talismangaka (Ichi, Ni, San, Shi, Go, and Roku) - who have learned Basic Writing and Basic Drawing, as well as Basic Mangamancy. Mangamancy allows the inscription of charmed images that influence the viewer - with higher levels granting more influence.

Their Population remains 2. The Anomalice Population remains 4. )


The Aqueau have had an interesting few days. First the godly blow to Chromeport, then the excitement of Writing. And now a strange message from their Verre contacts - a threat from below, and so close to Chromeport! A panic spread through the Aqueau unlike any they had known before. Many fled Chromeport altogether, opting to steer clear of the threat entirely. But those who remained had a dire choice… to tell the Silvurtle or not? They didn’t want to cause a panic over the word of the unpredictable Verre - and the messenger himself had seemed less than convinced, as though he doubted his own source. In the end, a much greater distraction took their minds off the matter.

A Remnant of their God, powerful and wild, burst forth from the lake to the northeast. In a matter of days, the news had spread to all Aqueau and to their allies. Looming massive in the water and projecting into the sky, it seemed to be waiting for something - or someone.

(The Aqueau gained more Independence. They have opted not to tell the Silvurtle about the threat of the Tyrant King.

The Aqueau have discovered a Artifact, Flow-Down-Ages. It can be used once this Age, then it will vanish until next Age. It is indestructible. It can be used by a Hero or non-Hero equally, but they must be sent by a God. In the event that multiple People are sent to the Artifact, the highest roll will win. The Trait taken is random, but the Traits available can be chosen next round by the drinker.

Their Population remains 8.)


The Laitache all perked up at the voice from above. After their God had left them, they had been living aimlessly here on their ParaDice for generations, with only his Remnant Idol to console them. This new voice from the heavens was new and exciting - and loud! The Laitache jumped right to it, immediately grabbing chunks of material and holding up for inspection. The Heavy Caste’s offerings were found to be much more desirable than the meagre fragments that the Light were able to lift (even under the Idol’s influence), but the Light found that they could still be of use - planning and coordination came naturally to them. With CZAR!’s help, the Laitache began to Build!

The Laitache paused with pride as their first Building went up, a long-dormant sense of racial camaradery spreading through the assembled Castes - but then CZAR! called them to work once again, and they went to it with gusto!

-O-

A prayer reaches CZAR!’s perfect hearing, courtesy of a Heavy Caste labourer while he works.
_{”Great God… we had a God before, you know. There are two Gods. Are there more? There are many Laitache. Light Caste Laitache are the bosses. Are you the boss? Are you the Head God?”}

(The Laitache have learned Building - they will build houses to house their population, and can build other things now that they know how. Building a BIG AND FLASHY Building will take a while, but they’ll add a bit more every Round automatically.

Their Population remains 6 - 3 Heavy, 3 Light. )

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