John Lee fucked around with this message at 05:43 on Apr 30, 2016

Sterling heard the blessedly quiet voice of the Goddess and listened, fleeing from the chaotic chanting of his admirers. He had keenly felt the loss of his God, brief though their interaction had been, and he had been feeling… purposeless, as of late. A Divine Quest would take him out of Chromeport, away from his hangers on, and most importantly, give him something to DO! He set out immediately, making the long trek towards the central lake - or rather, where the central lake had been. He hoped no one followed him, but no matter how he shouted, they always seemed to follow. It wasn’t as though he could move quietly, after all.

-O-
With Sterling gone, Chromeport calmed down somewhat. Even so, the air was electric - the Aqueau were terrified, the Silvurtle full of nervous energy, and everyone was buzzing about the new Gods. Eleathas knew just how to harness it. She gathered the crowd to a central point, then began handing out jobs. As she pointed (effectively at random), the People became inspired. They had Jobs now, tasks they were ideally suited for. Even when they didn’t know what she meant, they would learn. They built their Shops and they built weapons and armor and knickknacks and instruments and food stands, and it was all a great and exciting Sensation - the Silver Song, often fragmented and dissonant, for a brief time rang with harmony as all worked together.

The Marks were fascinating as well. They greatly facilitated communication and job delegation - and when a task was completed, the People felt a rush of… not pleasure, perhaps, but fulfilment? The sense of something building up within. Silvurtle and Aqueau alike reaped the benefits. The two People prospered (even with the recent tragedy) and Chromeport prospered with them.

(Chromeport gains a Market! Markets can produce items and equipment for Heroes and Armies alike, as well as generating Quests! Quests will periodically generate Heroes during God Ages, and additionally will grant additional rewards during CYOA Ages.

Silvurtle Population remains 8.)


The Verre reeled under the excited voice of their new Goddess - their other interactions with the Gods had been far lower key, and her booming, shrieking voice made them vibrate with discomfort. Still, she meant well, and her… modifications were grudgingly accepted. The ‘ears’ greatly improved their awareness, and the tails proved to be quite useful indeed.

The Goddess’ efforts to instill healing powers took a little a little more creativity. Glass Magic was wholly incompatible with mending, having more to do with seperating things into their components rather than reassembling them. Instead, she awoke the Milk within them. Chock full of Health, surely it could be used instead! Their Milk ritual had even prepared them for this - their well-practiced usages of Marblemoss cups was easily modified to keep the Milk portable and contained.

Thrown or drunk, they would do the trick! An impromptu Milk fight broke out - though through the magic of Milchemy, all wounds were healed. When the laughter died down, Uguu asked for volunteers and was greeted by a chorus of enthusiastic cheers. Quintzite watched in vague distate at both the events - and the Goddess herself.

(The Verre learn Milchimy - Basic Milk Magic. Milk Magic has these qualities:

Anything that could be reasonably (or unreasonably) spun to fall under those aspects is fair game. You do not need to tell them to use it - they know how, and they use it in their daily life - but if you want to do something specific, you can tell them to. The Magic is at its strongest when used to reflect Health and when used for healing.

Their Population remains 5.)


In the dark, Deesix raged. His plans to drain the Lakes was progressing smoothly, but now his God (Impossible! Impossible!?) spoke new words into his mind. AND THE DEMON L’RN PERSISTED! Even after killing so many of his children, the Demon tormented him!

Perhaps he was wrong - perhaps the Silver People were to blame after all! He ground his teeth until they shattered and made a new order to his People and his slaves. A change of plans was in order - if the Silver People wanted war, they would HAVE IT! He wailed a rageful cry and his Anomalice rose from their dark places to heed his call.

(Tyrant King Deesix has marched To War with Chromeport and the Silvurtles!)

-O-

Perfect! Deesix’s rage had distracted him - the Fortugnat workers had been left almost entirely alone for a week now, allowing the Talismangaka to make plans. The Backgaman ranks had swelled even in the little time they had snatched away from their labours - and now they grew larger still. They were even running short on material - when the Glass ran out, Dicestone clubs were handed out. And their Goddess had granted them something far newer and stranger - allies, from the surface!

Uguu casually told them to play nice (and not to recycle the Glass People into weaponry) and left to watch her Verre frolick. They looked at eachother nervously… even though the Goddess had left, they would never have a better opportunity than now to march on the King. If rumors were to be believed, he had left Last Gamble for someplace Above - if they could seize his throne and fortify the Tomb before he returned, they just might stand a chance.

And if the Fortugnat believed in anything, it was chance.

(The Fortugnat gain allies in the form of Verre Healers. They have marched To War with the Tyrant King!

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


The Aqueau had suffered horrible losses - the worst in their long, long memories. First the loss of their Artifact to mysterious sky People, and then the Great Drain. And the disaster wasn’t over yet - the loss of one of their lakes had merely been the first in a long list of sightings of strange creatures burrowing through the lakebed. None had been captured - indeed, they seemed to dissolve upon very contact with Water, but from the many eye-witness accounts they seemed to have no fear of death whatsoever.

The Lake of Whey was spared any intrusions, according to Wheyfarer Rennet - excellent, since cheese had become both a dietary staple and a sought-after trade good - but the loss of the central lake had made trade with Chromeport very difficult indeed. Rennet himself dared not (and would not) leave his Lake, so Droplette shouldered the burden of rallying the Aqueau alone. Under her guidance, a system of rapid communication was developed, allowing for near-instant triangulation of intrusions through connected Water systems. Once they were found, they were sealed - but keeping them away turned out to be a full-time job. And the central lake was still collapsing, eroding day by day. Droplette found herself stretched too thin - after losing one of her trusted friends in a breach, she even cursed the Gods for their silence.

One day, a strange Silvurtle arrived at the site of Great Drain. He was fairly thrumming with Godly power, but he looked tired. He ignored the guards stationed near the edge, and looked down into the pit. Droplette raised herself from the water to look at him, wondering whether she ought to stop him. Suddenly, a section of the cliff face fell away, crashing loudly into the depths. She flinched at the sound, but the Silvurtle stood firm, resonating. He spread his feet wide, took a breath, and

Droplette woke on the shore with a few scattered Aqueau guards to the sounds of cheering. The Great Drain was no more! The cliff faces and the surrounding area had been blasted flat as though by a giant fist. She rose in joy, seeking out the Silvurtle Hero - and found him.

He had been reckless, and overextended - but he had saved them all. They lifted up his unresponsive form and took him to a safer place. His part in this was done, for now.

(The Aqueau develop Water Communication, allowing for rapid relay of information in Water. Their Population stabilizes at 7 thanks to the help.

The Anomalice lose 1 Population from collateral damage inflicted by Sterling. )


The Laitache listened carefully, slowly navigating the circuitous route his Godly thoughts took. At last, they gave a collective _”OH!” of understanding, and resolved not to go leaping off CZARMARK any time soon! Besides, they had something new to occupy their thoughts - a Hero! Legendairy the Clever had taken up residence in a house he built a little further up the mountain and remained in silence. As CZAR! laid out the foundations for Milk Magic to the assembled masses, a booming voice sounded from his house:
_{”You are not the Head God!”}

A gasp rose from the crowd, and they turned to face their God. Impossible - he had told them so, and their God would tell them only truth.
_{”My People, there are many Gods - Czar is merely one of many!”}
Even the building stopped as the People reflected on this new information. It was true - they HAD had another God once, hadn’t they? It was so hard to remember with all the flashing glamour of CZAR!...
_{”My People, my Knowledge whirls and fills my head with memories not my own, and they tell me that the Gods are just as petty and base as you or I!”}
More murmurs, a slow panic spreading over the Milk People - and then Legendairy spreads his massive wings, casting a shadow over all.
_{”But! Petty or not, he has brought great changes to our People. His whims are alien and his alone, but they shall push us to greatness! Do not bow down to Czar because you MUST, bow down to Czar because he is WORTHY! And He IS WORTHY! ”}

With a beat of his wings, Legendairy cast forth the first Milk Magic, a frosty froth of foam enveloping the crowd. When it dissipated, they were bedecked in fine clothes and tools of Spelled Milk. A great cheer rose from the builders - a cheer for CZAR! and for Legendairy!

(Legendairy has gained Knowledge and Independence - and a Mastery of Moocoup. The Laitache have gained Basic Moocoup. Moocoup - Basic Milk Magic - has these qualities:

Anything that could be reasonably (or unreasonably) spun to fall under those aspects is fair game. 11You do not need to tell them to use it - they know how, and they use it in their daily life - but if you want to do something specific, you can tell them to. The Magic is at its strongest when used to reflect Abundance and summon Spelled Milk.

Laitache Population remains 5 - 2 Heavy, 3 Light.)

The Lakes were eerily calm for weeks after Sterling’s Cry, and for a foolish moment the People of the Surface thought they were safe. Quintzite knew otherwise, and his People hid in the Glassforests, in higher grounds. Uguu’s ‘volunteers’ were on their own, as far as he was concerned. Chromeport was becoming a place of trade and excitement, far removed from the struggles of the rest of Somewhere. Far removed from the pain and loss of the Aqueau outside the village. It couldn’t last.

They poured out of the Silver earth of Chromeport, attacking at random. Silvurtle and Aqueau alike fell before the fetid tide before they ralleyed and launched a counter-attack. With no Heroes in the village, losses were heavy, but the discovery of their extreme weakness to Hydromancy and Water turned the tides.

They never retreated, but at some point the flow ceased. Chromeport had won the first skirmish… but many had fallen. Too many. Limbs and fragments of limbs lay strewn through the wreckage of brand-new shops, and the corpses of the Anomalice still moved blindly even when segmented. The Aqueau wept and lamented that they had not told the others about the threat of the Tyrant King - but the Silvurtle brushed their concerns aside. The Silver Song was aspected to Premonition - they themselves should have seen it coming, but they had been… distracted. The time for blame was later - now it was time for war. The Tyrant King had sent his armies to test them - but where was the King himself?

(The Aqueau lose 1 Population (6 Left). The Silvurtle lose 1 Population (7 Left). Both gain Innocence Lost. The Anomalice lose 1 Population (2 Left)

-O-

Between their Mangamantic sigils, the Shadomino sneak attacks, and the disciplined fury of the Backgaman, the Talismangaka led their rag-tag army straight to the Tyrant King’s throne room, cutting through their twisted brethren like so much wheat. With the King gone, they could lay a trap, they could build up their forces, they could

The King had not left. The King had SPREAD the rumors. The King was… displeased. He rose from his throne, towering over them, and he Spoke to them, forcing them to Stand Down and Drop Their Weapons. But… no, they didn’t. For Mangamancy had hardened their hearts against his compulsion - they had seen the images and read the sigils, and they knew him for a fool with large hands! Their Awe of him had fled - before him stood an army of free People!



Well. If Awe would not suffice.

THEN PERHAPS TERROR WOULD INSTEAD!


They had not been ready.


Their Goddess had led them into destruction.




(The Fortugnat lose 1 Population (1 Left) and risking losing another next Round! The Anomalice gain 1 Population (3 Left)

Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 16:23 on May 1, 2016

Arkanomen fucked around with this message at 04:14 on Apr 30, 2016

TheNabster fucked around with this message at 11:54 on Apr 30, 2016

Deltasquid fucked around with this message at 09:45 on Apr 30, 2016

By the Four Lessons of GREATNESS combined THE GLEAMING LEGIONS OF CZAR! shall SWEEP DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS and clean up this mess with FLASH and WINGS and MAGICKED WEAPONRY and GLORY!

Deesix 1v1 my Emperor!

Roll: 6

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DEESIX 1V1 MY EMPEROR!

Abyssal Squid posted:

Uplifting a Fortugnat hero to kill, eh, let's say Czar! at the end of the Age, when he'd be dying anyway: 1d20=14

This action has my blessing btw, as long as the MANIFESTED GLORY OF CZAR! is given due appreciation and it is worked into this end-times conflict we're having

CZAR! shall live in history as the God who gave his life to guard his people!


Credits go to:
CZAR! for rolling generally well

Forums Poster Gravedust for making me a kickass icon

Wisps for being generally helpful

Also Dogkisser for writing a pretty good thread I guess

Theantero fucked around with this message at 13:22 on Apr 30, 2016