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How often is it your plan to do world updates? I ask as I wasn't sure how many actions are meant to stack up at any given time before resolution.
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Whenever I can, basically. You can do as many actions as you like, though I'm hoping most people limit themselves to a maximum 3-4 per round. That said, you can expect an update in the next hour or so hashashash fucked around with this message at 23:14 on Jul 15, 2020 |
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CHAOS The works of the previous Day, called the Day of Creation in times to come, were great and terrible to behold. Few of the Peoples that walked the Earth remembered the chaos that swept across the world, but even the youngest of the Humans and Ants and Trees shivered at the stories their elders spoke of, stories that shook at the very foundations of the earth, stories that were enough to wake a slumbering god. And only worse was to come.   It was with the dawn of the Second Day that Oriax woke, only to find his realm being ravaged and disfigured by other gods. Hoping to recover some of the prosperity of his domains, the god of Earth decided to instill a flexibility into soil and loam, granting the great landmasses the freedom to move and change of their own accord. (Separate landmasses will slowly Drift with time.) But simply fleeing wasn’t enough to protect the earth, not at all. So Oriax cupped loam and mineral and stone in his hands and shaped a great, hulking figure – the Golem – with onyx and amethyst and gems for his five eyes and the task of defending the earth against them that would harm her. This sentinel awoke in a cave somewhere in the southern mountains on the edge of the world, and began to walk. (The Golem acts as Guardian of the Earths, and will roam and work to protect it.)   In between naps, Gahrfeeld looked down upon the busy Peoples of the earth, the constant and tiring labour that these tragic mortals went through day after day. He pitied them all, but none moreso than the Ants, workers and builders that constantly scuttled and crawled about. They needed to relax, so the lord of Sloth yawned, exhaling so heavily that air and spittle swept across Rock Country, rocking and knocking everything down. And when the Ants dropped, they didn’t get back up. (The Ants become Slothful, hating any form of work or even movement.)  And the lord of Sloth wasn’t alone in watching the Ants. Um, god of Forgetfulness, worked in unintentional synergy with Gahrfeeld by raising a mighty temple in Rock Country, not far from the Ant Mounds. Intrigued, Ants began making pilgrimage to the Temple, droves upon droves of them, soon followed by individuals and scholars from other Peoples. Why? Well, because… Um, because… you see… (Something happens at… at some kind of temple? Can’t really recall.)  These actions horrified Bet-Erin, the androgynous god that had taken the Ants under their protection. With half of them scarcely moving from their Mounds and the other half having their memory mysteriously wiped out, these People obviously needed a more direct form of protection, so the two-faced god landed in Rock Country contained within a new fleshy body. (Bet-Erin successfully descend to the earth as a Living God.)   The god of Waves also took interest in the Ants, harried and pounded by the gods at every turn. They needed a bit of a jolt, clearly, so Kata'an began to sing to them, a song that reverberated across Rock Country and resonanted with Ants everywhere, a song that somehow got them to stand, and move, and work. And when the last echoes of the song faded, the Ants found themselves standing in the first walled city on earth – An, the First Hive. (A City forms in Rock Country, populated entirely by Ants. It's quite small, but will steadily grow in Population while at peace.)   Tse-Goa, having descended to the earth as a Living God, finally woke only a few miles from this new city. His attempt to try and heal his wounds failed, but content with not aggravating them, he began walking to An, reaching the walls of the First Hive after few painful hours... but the faithless Ants living there refused to open their gates to yet another god. Vowing to return the favor one day, Tse-Goa continues walking. (The attempt to form a new religion fails.)  Meanwhile, the god of Desire was observing with satisfaction as his hatchlings slowly spread across the earth, walking in plain sunlight and yet unseen, feeding off ambition and envy and pleasure. These things gave them, and him, strength… and so he decided to stoke and poke at them, crafting two great Artifacts and, in the guise of a wizened old wiseman, granting them to promising Changelings in the First Hive and the Human Settlements. (The Changelings slowly expand in Influence, maintaining a network of secret connections that stretches across the earth. The Eye, an Artifact of Power, is crafted. When used in place of a regular eye, it allows the wearer to see the true colors of other people. The Cup, an Artifact of Power, is crafted. Drinking from this bejeweled chalice gives insight into the minds of the very gods themselves, at the meagre cost of some sanity.)    At the same time, somewhere that was nowhere, the god of division was suffering. He had expended great effort in his attempt to sunder the world, an attempt that left him weak and shattered and falling… Falling straight down to earth. As the ground rushed up to him, the god pitched forward and used the last of his essence to swaddle himself in bone and muscle and flesh, binding him to a physical body – well, in seven physical bodies, scattered across the face of the earth. (Ca, La, Ka, Ma, Ra, Na and Oh awake as individual Living Gods far from each other, each in vessels of their own and yet unified telekinetically.)   Not far from where -Ra- landed, near the very Centre of the World, the Exiled Humans were hosting one of their sickest parties yet. Endless supply of liquor, no inhibitions, and protection from the gods? They couldn't be stopped! Even Mar Lorenth wanted to get in on it, with the god of Alcohol dropping from the heavens to frolic with the Exiles. Instead of landing in their Cathedral of Celebration, however, the god foolishly tumbled straight into the bubbling magma of the volcano. Obviously unaware of the constraints of his new fleshy body, Mar Lorenth was burnt to a crisp within moments. (Critical failure! Mar Lorenth is Killed in the living fires of the Volcano.)   Panicked, another god tried to cool the volcano by blowing on it, hoping to harden the magma into rock, but the bubbling fires were rejuvenated by the god they'd just swallowed, and only burned brighter. (There is some slight cooling of the Volcano, but the attempt to subdue it largely fails.)  Athruithe Beaga, goddess of Mutations, watched the Exiled Humans drinking for the Lake of Liquor, copulate with anything that moves near them, wallow in their own filth without washing, and she was disgusted. They were so infatuated with themselves that they didn't even notice the death of a god! So she took the pet parasites that she’d formed in the previous Day, and tuned them so that they hungered after the minds (the literal brains) of Humans. These Parasites were unleashed on the Exiles… and destroyed them. (Excellent roll! The Exile Humans are Eradicated by a swarm of Parasites. Humans become even more Susceptible to Parasite outbreaks.)  Sitting in the great forges beneath the volcano, Faber saw this as well, and rolled his eyes. He didn't like Humans, he didn't like Parasites, he didn't like anything that moved or breathed for that matter. Life was abhorrent and fickle and reckless, and as far as he was concerned, the only things you could truly rely on was Machinery, hard and metallic and loyal. And just as wormy Parasites bore through the eyes and ears of the last Exiles, the god of Artifice locked the gears of his Automata into place. (The Legion of Swords, mechanical Automata of War, rise near the Centre of the World. The Legion of Hammers, mechanical Automata of War, rise near the Centre of the World.)   The Greene god of the Wilderness, on the other hand, was positively delighted to see the Parasites slaughter the Exiles. Those Decadent fools had destroyed the soft grass and cool water that once blessed the Centre of the World, and that was a crime worthy of slaughter. He was so delighted, in fact, that he gifted Sentience to the Parasites, filling them with stuffing and encasing them in scales and transforming them into People in their own right. (The Parasites become the fifth Sentient people, the Great Worms. The Worms reside in burrows at the Centre of the World.)  The Exile Humans were eradicated, but Greene knew that there were still Humans roaming in the northlands. They would never be allowed to tarnish the land as their kin had, and the god of the Wilderness made sure of that by plucking a thorny twig from his own branches, twisting into a circlet and gifting it to a Human tribe. (The Crown of Beasts, an Artifact of Power, is crafted. Whoever wears this crown of twigs and thorns is promised a great destiny, but may find themselves devolving into something primitive as they fulfil that destiny. The Crown of Beasts is Granted to the Descendents of Wyldewan, chiefs of a Human Settlement.)  And the god of Wilderness wasn’t done yet. He knew that the other gods would continue to upturn and corrupt the natural state of things, but he could not act directly against them so Greene instead decided to create a sanctuary on an island off the coast of the world, a sanctuary where all manner of things are frozen in time and space, a memory of a colorful world that is certain to change all too soon. (The Greene Sanctum is created.)   But finally, he had to turn to his firstborn children – the Great Trees. Under their King, Oakenroar, their forests had spread far into the southlands and deep into the northlands, but they were still brutal and lost creatures with no patron god. And so Greene descended to a large clearing in the Easterplaces where Oakenroar held court, and whispered in his ear – Praise your Creator! Worship me, god of the Wilderness! Revere me, and all my Greenery! The King of the Great Wilder, though stronger than many of his kin, was just as Dull. Not realizing a god was talking to him, he grasped Greene in his massive barking hands and riiiippppppeeed, denouncing Greene and vowing to wipe out everything that wasn’t Tree. (Awful roll! Greene is Killed, torn apart by his own creations.)  This brutal patricide drew the eyes of many gods, even Gahrfeeld, who looked down at the fury that gnawed at the bark of the Great Trees with disdain. They needed to chill, maybe have a few snacks and enjoy a good book. When the lord of Sloth decided to drop down into the Great Wilder and tell them just that, however, Oakenroar unleashed his hordes on him. By the time they were done, there was scarcely a shred of Gahrfeeld left. The lord of Sloth was devoured in his entirety. (Another terrible roll! Gahrfeel is Killed, a tasty snack that the Trees would remember for days to come.)  Khurol watched as the Great Trees – dumb, vicious brutes that they were – murdered two of his kin, spreading their wooden filth across grass and rock and water without care. They had to be restrained, and so the god of Life whispered to the mountains that ran along Great Wilder, murmured at the ice and snow, coaxing life into the unmoving dirt and rock. And from the Spine of the World, the Mountains stepped forth. (Another race, the Living Mountains, become the sixth Sentient People. They are led by Tse’s Top, the largest and oldest of the mountains that sat in the Spine of the World. He seems to always find what he’s looking for. The Mountains wage War on the Great Trees.)   Whilst gods died and mountains marched in the Easterplaces, the Northlands were the scene of a very different sort of war. Eispas of the Stars commanded much devotion in the Human Settlements, and to lead his flock of worshippers, he decided to shape a People from the very stars that hung in the sky, taking them in his hands and flinging them to the earth in humanoid forms… But these creatures, Star Elves, weren’t happy with being plucked from the skies and banished to the ground. Not happy at all. (Another Sentient People are formed, the Star Elves. The Star Elves land on a northern island, called Starfall Isle. Enraged at being banished from the skies, the Star Elves gain Wroth and Cruel. The Star Elves wage War on the Humans.)   Hoping to band the Humans together against the murderous Star Elves, meanwhile, Dagmal sent down a tablet of commandments that was taken up by a local chief. Human will not fight Human, Human will not treat with Elf, Human will obey the Law – using these simple commandments and a special Artifact that had come into his person, a man by the name of Llavam emerges as the first King of Humans. (The petty Settlements are united into the first Human Kingdom.)   As the Humans were being massacred by these creatures sent from the very god that they had adored, many of them abandoned their worship of Eispas altogether, instead turning to another deity that hung in the skies. A creed centered on the worship of Wee-Aah-Pt, god of Gravity, quickly spread across the Human Settlements until it became the dominant faith. (Another religion, the Laws of Attraction, is founded and popularized in the Human Kingdom.)   Wee-Aah-Pt wasn't the only god in the northlands, not by a long shot. Riplastene the Living God was becoming something of a folk legend amongst the Humans - hide your wives and your daughters, because everyone knew the stories about the god that strolled from settlement to settlement, bedding women and abandoning them in the same night, leaving them to grow large bellies, suffer terrible pains, and birth things that certainly weren’t human… (The first demigods – Angels – are borne from union between gods and humans. Angels become the seventh Sentient people. They are capable of Flight. Angels currently reside amongst the Humans.)   The god of Gravity himself, meanwhile, found himself drawn to the marvelous creation that was Xa’s Gift. The great ball of fire burned with such intensity, drawing the attentions of all things around it, that Wee-Ah-Pt found himself craving after it. And one day, while Xa was distracted, he decided to reach out and snatch it from the very fabric of space. And the sun exploded. (Critical failure! Wee-Aah-Pt is Killed in the explosion, which sends immense shockwaves and fractures across the entire earth.)  It was then, as a thousand souls were whisked away in an instant and a thousand thousand more followed, that the god of Rebirth finally cracked an eye open. So many souls, gone. So many desires and regrets, dashed away. So many hopes and ambitions, unrealized. It simply wasn't fair, so Mar Rabbunta reached out for the lives lost in the explosion of the sun, and pulled them all back to the earth and wrapped their ashen bones in new flesh. And as strange memories flooded into new minds, the god of Rebirth patiently waited for their thanks. He would not get it. (The Peoples are now Reincarnated with their past memories intact.) Instead, furious at being dragged back into this hellish world at the whim of a god, the Reincarnated peoples – Ants, Trees, Humans, even Parasites – vowed to hunt down Mar Rabbunta, and execute him. (The Anti-God League, an anti-religion centered on the killing of gods, forms in An.)  And so ends the Second Day.  Days Remaining – 3 hashashash fucked around with this message at 14:11 on Sep 11, 2020 |
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Jul 15, 2020 23:18
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Did my [failed] attempt at making Light People get skipped due to the crime of doubling up  Edit: Or do non funny failed stuff just get passed over? sniper4625 fucked around with this message at 23:32 on Jul 15, 2020 |
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Jul 15, 2020 23:28
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2 things: do specify how much mana we restored (40, right?) and i'm sure i succeeded and failed on more rolls than that, so why were the rest ignored? The healing roll was also around 80, so it shouldn't have failed. If some actions declared are illegal, you could announce it ahead of time, since this is somewhat free-form RP it's hard to know the boundaries, and the apparent ignoring of commands does not help. Regallion fucked around with this message at 23:36 on Jul 15, 2020 |
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Jul 15, 2020 23:33
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sniper4625 posted:Did my [failed] attempt at making Light People get skipped due to the crime of doubling up Nah, it just failed, but I generally won't mention every single failed attempt in the interest of update length
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Jul 15, 2020 23:34
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Regallion posted:2 things: do specify how much mana we restored (40, right?) Nah healing was around 70, being closer to 50 than 100 isn't much of a success, but a couple of your successful actions were kinda hard to implement since the mountains were made living. I did still try and work it in some way tho, by saying that Tse seems to find whoever he's looking for and vice-versa
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Jul 15, 2020 23:36
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Hashim posted:Nah healing was around 70, being closer to 50 than 100 isn't much of a success, but a couple of your successful actions were kinda hard to implement since the mountains were made living. I did still try and work it in some way tho, by saying that Tse seems to find whoever he's looking for and vice-versa Do i get a refund on actions that never happened then?
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Jul 15, 2020 23:38
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Everybody who was present in the previous round,  give yourself 40 godmana pointsAnd here's a reminder of the traits of the Peoples: Humans Susceptible  Drunkard  Insane  Shunned Decadent  Ants Slothful  Great Trees Dull  Wroth  Warlike  Changelings Shapeshifter  Parasite Worms - Living Mountains - Star Elves Wroth Cruel  Angel Demigod  Flight  In addition, all races are Static
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The Ca-,-La-, -Ka-, -Ma-, -Ra-,-Na-, and -Oh, Mortal-Gods of Division [55GP]+[40 Turn]=[95GP] "The landing was as smooth as could be hoped." thought Ca. "Indeed, yet our landing was not always where we had hoped." declared Ka. "There is a safety of sorts in this way, yet..." mused Na. Of the four remaining, nothing was said for the gift of speech was not one they used lightly. Even so, all of the divided god could agree: They needed to meet in person before the work could begin. The road would be dangerous; the peoples of the world oft loathing, even hunting those gods who donned flesh, not to mention the acts intentional or otherwise of fellow divinities and the harshness of the world itself. Thus, with grim resolution did the one-as-eig one-as-seven set forth; agreeing to meet at the land beyond the valley they had aimed for during descent. Ca Journey's to the Land beyond the Valley Divided [5GP]: 1d100 98 Ca's journey went as smooth as could be hoped. A good start. La Journey's to the Land beyond the Valley Divided [5GP]: 1d100 6 What happened to La however, was not as pleasant. Death was not certain, but injury, misdirection, all manner of thing meant -La- would not make it. Ka Journey's to the Land beyond the Valley Divided [5GP]: 1d100 1 If La's fate was dire, -Ka-'s was unspeakable. Let us move on. Ma Journey's to the Land beyond the Valley Divided [5GP]: 1d100 51 Truly the world wished for as little of the divided god to arrive as possible. Grim, but more hopeful. Ra Journey's to the Land beyond the Valley Divided [5GP]: 1d100 86 Ra arrived without fanfare. Fortune was with them, for the moment. Na Journey's to the Land beyond the Valley Divided [5GP]: 1d100 63 Uncertain. Something went awry, but the nature of which is hidden for now. Oh Journey's to the Land beyond the Valley Divided [5GP]: 1d100 97 by some miracle, -Oh would make the journey. 95GP - 35 = [60GP] As expected, the journey is posing to be a bloodbath. The fate of the one-as-seven is uncertain. Arcanuse fucked around with this message at 00:24 on Jul 16, 2020 |
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Regallion posted:Do i get a refund on actions that never happened then? yeah go for it then
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There was a great emptiness left behind by the death of Gahrfeeld, mainly because they were so very large, and many fledgling Gods scurried to fill the void. One such god flew into the space with a loud yell, so loud and distinct it would be it's given name.  The Great Garsh, Yahahahoy, God of Goofiness Godmana: 45 (stolen from Gahrfeeld) + 40 = 85 Garsh be with you! I look upon this world an it is much to stuck up, but what can you expect? A dull tree will nary make a joke, and a mountain won't be slipping on any banana peels. No, none of them will do, I must start from scratch, for only a truly goofy looking race can perform such feats of goofiness. I shall create the Geef, a people fit to be goofy. They will live on the islands above the wilder.     Roll: 36 Godmana - 30 But goofiness must always have a contingency. Goofiness will always beget more goofiness, even the most stalwart of races cannot stop it from happening, wetehr around them or to them. The humans seem farely susceptable, so they shall be the first test. A Goofy Plague shall descend upon the humans. They will act goofy, and the goofy happenings will spread more goofiness. Roll: 37 Godmana - 15 If all that fails, I will have to show them how true goofiness is done. I shall descend among the humans a show them what true goofiness truly is, let them gaze upon maximum goof! Roll: 79 Godmana - 10 And for good measure, I shall lead these humans myself. I will lead them forming a great goofy empire. Roll: 21 Godmana -5 A-Hyuck! New Godmana: 25 Ralepozozaxe fucked around with this message at 01:54 on Jul 16, 2020 |
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What a blood bath. Also, are the stats for the Golem shown its actual stats or are the chargen stats for individual ignored for purposes of world updates? It seems pretty poorly statted for something imbued with the fragment of a divine spark (and which is meant to protect the world).
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The Greene God lay for a long time on the forest floor. Beetles and termites came, hollowing out its divine trunk. Moss and fungi ate away at the god's splendid bark. Generations of creatures came and went, using the divine being's flesh for their meals and their nests. In death, it became what it had sought in life: a refuge for the many creatures of the world. But that was not the end. When the last of the Greene God's body had been consumed, taking with it the last memory of the Greene God's existence, a hand clawed its way from the soil from the place where the god had died. From the felled carcass emerged something new.  Lady Elayne, Goddess of Sanctuary
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Kata'an, god of Waves As An went up, Kata'an thought all was well throughout the earth. But as it turned out, the Second Day had been very bad indeed. (Which should be no surprise to anyone, as it was in fact, a Monday.) Well, if the earth could not be made better, at least let it be made full. Kata'an commands those who will listen from all 7 Sentient Species to go forth and migrate from their homes and settle empty land and make the world full. (5 GP per Sentient) Additionally those who do so will find themselves changed so that they do not bear their original non-biological traits (like say Lazy or Wroth) but instead have them replaced by ones appropriate for building these new lands (Energetic and Lustful, possibly others by GM discretion) (20 GP) Godmana: 45 > 85 > 30 Jossar fucked around with this message at 00:26 on Jul 16, 2020 |
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Oriax, God of Earth Mana: 70 Action: 1. Absorb the Greene God's portfolio. Oriax looked at his fallen brother with sorrow. In many ways, they were the same. Though their means and minds had differed, they both cared for and sought to protect the natural world. To that end, Oriax vowed that his brother would live on forever within him. As the ethereal world pulsed with the Greene God's energy, separating from his mortal form (from whence Oriax's new sister, Lady Elayne, would soon emerge), Oriax reached forth from the earth and cupped to himself his brother's divinity. Slowly, with the patience of a mountain, he sought to absorb the warmth of his brother's divinity. 2. Seek worshippers among the Living Mountains Unable to absorb his brother's essence, Oriax turned next to the Living Mountains, whose forms and minds were close to his own. Among them, he whispered his name and his message, seeking to draw their worship to him. 3. Seek worshippers among the Great Trees Stymied still, Oriax turned next to the Great Trees, who had worshipped his brother. Might they not worship him, who was one with the earth? 4. Create the Antari, Living Gems If he would not draw worshippers from among the already living by his own efforts, Oriax would create them instead. To this end, he drew forth gems from the earth and into them he breathed life. Not life quite as sculpted and blessed as the Golem, but life nonetheless. These gemstone people, the Antari, would be artisans, thinkers, and sages. A people at one with the world and with keen insight into its mysteries. And among them, there would rise a philosopher-king - an Antari whose body was made from the finest diamonds. A people that Oriax could call his own. Remaining Mana: 70 - 10 - 5 - 5 - 20 = 30 Commentary: Oh bell curve, how I hate thee.
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Jossar posted:Kata'an commands those who will listen from all 7 Sentient Species to go forth and migrate from their homes and settle empty land and make the world full. (5 GP per Sentient) Command the Humans to migrate: 31 Command the Ants to migrate: 31 Command the Trees to migrate: 83 Command the Changelings to migrate: 35 Command the Parasites to migrate: 92 Command the Mountains to migrate: 37 Command the Star Elves to migrate: 97 Command the Angels to migrate: 97 Make the migrators Energetic and Lustful: 24
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 Kharnibolg, god of Rage and War Godmana: 50 -> 90 -> 70 -> 65 -> 60 -> 55 -> 50 Yes! Yes, you fools! Killing your own creator - how truly divine, hahah! Keep killing the gods, my great growing ones, continue to tear them apart whenever and wherever you find them! They are the ones responsible for your war-torn existence! You can only know peace when all bow before your massive boughs, even the gods. Do you understand? You must spread yourselves beyond the widest waters and atop the greatest mountains, both high and low! Modify the Great Trees to have airborne seedlings, paratroopers to help them proliferate in distant regions: 1d100+1d20 74 - so close! What?! You would dare refuse Kharnibolg, when he comes bearing gifts meant for warriors made of wood?! Gifting Powers to various Great Trees: striding across water, controlling parasites, fire-resistant pitch, and metal-corroding sap: 4#1d100+1d20 31 37 86 36
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Name: Riplastene Aspect: Demigods, Flight Godmana: [45 + 40 - 20 -5 - 30 = 30 Riplastene enjoyed his creations, the angels. They flew as he flew. They soared as he soared. They were free and powerful! The star elves, though, had been cast down by the horrid other gods. They were stripped of flight and freedom. He would do what he could to rescue them. Riplastene went among the star elves and visited their men and women so that they could also gain his gift of flight. Lay with the Elves: 1d100+1d20 52 But before he left to join the Elves, he spoke with his Angels and laid upon them a task. "Go amongst the trees and slaughter them. Make planks from their bodies and sails from their leaves and furnishings from their limbs. The use of these items shall be known in time." Cause war between angel and tree: 1d100 43 You may return to rest here, at this plateau I shall shape for you between man and elf. It shall be your fortress. Await your sisters from the elves to arrive. Create a plateau between human and elf only fliers may reach: 1d100 43
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The Lady Elayne, Goddess of Sanctuary The Lady Elayne did not know much about the world, but she knew this much: Life here was nasty, brutish, and short. There was no time for great art or culture. Creatures spent their entire lives, fleeing from one crisis to the next, pursued by armies of beasts and other unnameable terrors. In the past, her father and his siblings had spurred on this chaos, seeking power in fear and destruction. But Elayne would be different. She would give these people hope for a better world. The goddess walked from the Great Wilder, across the sea, to her late father's temple. For a moment, she stared at its impossible geometries, crafted to preserve a world constantly under threat. "My father built this place to protect all creatures from death and destruction, but I will seek to improve his design. I will raise up a series of islands around the Greene Sanctum, flush with abundance, so that no creature who resides on them shall ever feel the sting of hunger or thirst nor want of shelter. The islands will be a place of perfect security, isolated from the foul civilizations on the main continents that thirst for violence. This is my command." The goddess brushed soil from her shoulders. The dirt fell into the water, forming many new islands inhabited by a multitude of creatures. Create an island chain, safe from the monsters of this world, overflowing with abundance: 1d100 +1d20 = 89 The goddess looked over her work and smiled. She was tired but happy with her work. "And to preserve these islands as one of safety, I will seed it with beautiful temples, attended by priests and priestesses who will offer protection to the poor and downtrodden, no matter their origin. They will look upon the Greene Sanctum as a model and try to keep the anarchy of the continent at bay. Craft beautiful temples to offer protection to the poor and downtrodden: 1d100 +1d20 = 72 The newborn goddess panted with exhaustion. She had created much already, but she was determined to make this place a perfect refuge for all. She flicked the sweat from her brow and focused on one of the islands, distant from the continent's shore. "And... and for my last act," she wheezed, her body aching from the effort. "I shall... I shall create an impossible city, a utopia, that welcomes all sentient creatures... to exist... in splendid harmony, each protecting the other. This... is my will." The Lady Elayne flicked her wrist and watched as a city rose from the soil, but already she could see something was wrong... Create a splendid city that welcomes all sentients to exist in splendid harmony: 1d100 + 1d20: 16 God Mana: 15+40-30-5-5=15 
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Kata'an is now also the god of the Sky (Star Elves came from it, and Angels dwell in it) and Travel (big migration and all).
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Eispas, Prince of the Stars 40 Godmana Eispas was greatly grieved at the rebellion of the Star Elves and the abandonment the humans felt- he had only tried to help, after all! And he would continue. The creatures of the evolving world were as playthings to the gods, but what if they could stand on their own? Well, with a little assistance. Eispas, from the stars still in the sky, created conduits of power that mortals could access with their own will, to make the world as they wanted it: the power of magic. [25 Godmana] Create Magic: 1d100+1d20 70 And Eispas too felt great sorrow for the elves and for the men that had once followed Him. And so, to his remaining priests and to the leaders of the elves, he sent a new message, writ in the stars. A constellation appeared, The Pyramid, promising for those that followed Eispas, their souls would return to the heavens and become stars. Elves and men were offered, through worship, a place at His side (ie, try to revamp the Astromancer faith with heavenly signs). [15 Godmana] Set the Stars Right: 1d100+1d20 95
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Arcanuse posted:
I can't imagine that this will be good for the sanity of the remaining entities given their telekinetic links...
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 Feesh, god of coastal waters, arrived late to the universe. Possibly because there wasn't much coast at first, but mostly out of laziness. At some point though it decided to jump in to the whole mess because the ocean god didn't seem to be doing much. Initial godbux: 65 First, Feesh decided to muddy the waters of politics even further by creating a race of mainly aquatic beings in its own likeness, placing them in the waters around the islands north of the Great Wilder. Feesh commanded its new people to build a home for themselves among the shoals of the islands. Feesh was going to have them spread and populate the waters of the world, but realized there was nothing for them to eat. So Feesh filled the waters with creatures of all sizes and called them fish because it was not a creative god. 65-30=35 35-5=30 30-30=0 0 godbux remaining
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Shortly after the Day of Chaos, Ant priests record that Erin, who had taken the form of one of their own, changed. Where She had once been gregarious and affirming of their creative energies, gently encouraging them to rise out of their ennui, She soon became curt and spiteful, aloof and bitter. Before long, She retreated from An and was said to wander the rocky wastes for some years. Sentient travelers through the area were haunted by cries of rage and sorrow which reverberated off the canyon walls, sounds which soon dulled and faded entirely after some months. In time, the Two-Faced God returned, wearing Their Other face. Possessed of a cold rage, Bet arrived in An and soon attempted to seize complete control of the burgeoning city, hoping to bend it to His iron will. https://orokos.com/roll/826478 However, He found the inhabitants of the city listless, and so he attempted to stir them out of their sloth and inspire the Ant men to become more warlike. https://orokos.com/roll/826479 But they would not listen. Frustrated, and ready to throw up His divine hands and level the entire city of An, he elected to present the Ant men with one final display of His power, taking their bodies and contorting their souls into a new shape, one that would belch fire from their bodies and render them into a new species, Fire Ants. https://orokos.com/roll/826483 Mana: 75-5-5-20=45 Summary: Bet attempts to take direct control of An, but fails. To better please Him, he attempts to make the Ants more warlike, but fails again. He succeeds, however, in turning the Ants into a destructive force, whose every breath is inferno. Erwin the German fucked around with this message at 01:02 on Jul 16, 2020 |
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Athruithe Beaga god of Mutation The goddess delighted in her children, whose ability to live in the deepest reaches of the earth showed perfectly the tenacity of life. So she thought to bestow gifts upon them, that they might flourish. First she wove a spell of mutation upon them, that they might use their mouths to suck at the roots of great trees and drain them of life-force. (10 godmana): 65 Next she sent her energies into a select worm elite and sought to enlarge their brains, to mutate them into a caste of brilliant leaders to unite the worms. (10 godmana): 105 Then she took living vines and bent them with her mutative magics, instilling them with a portion of her power to form a crown which would grant a parasite worm the power to inspire loyalty and bravery in its followers. (5 godmana): 23 Finally, she crafted a set of worm armor which was impenetrable to all weapons and magics. (5 godmana): 61 Godmana: 50-10-10+45-10-10-10+40-10-10-5-5=55 current
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Grizzwold posted:First, Feesh decided to muddy the waters of politics even further by creating a race of mainly aquatic beings in its own likeness, placing them in the waters around the islands north of the Great Wilder. Create a race of aquatic beings: 83 Command this race to settle the shoals: 51 Fill the waters with Life called fish: 114 Nat 100, so you get another aspect too
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Um, God Of Forgetfulness. [10 godmana +40 for this round = 50 godmana] I forget why I made this place, but this temple is pretty neat. I gift one chosen scholar human the ability to lay hands on the people of the world and have them forget their worries. [-5] Now go forth, holy whatshername, and preach the good word. Also, is it me or is the map different? No. It must just be me. My confusion attempts a curse on the left continent. They forget the right continent exists. If needed, I do this twice: once for rock country and its surrounding cities, and the other for the human realm and the archipelago. If not needed, I only count this once for the whole area. [-15 or -30, please indicate]
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 Xa gains 40 godmana Name: Xa Aspect: Heat, Seasons Godmana: 95 FOOLS! THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT XA'S GIFT?!? THESE PUNY CREATURES, GODS AND LESSERS, KNOW NOTHING OF TRUE POWER. EVERY GIFT TO THEM IS ONLY A TOY TO BE ABUSED. The Serpent of Flames understands now, there can be no more tolerance for those who would abuse its gifts. Land, life, peace, growth: these were mistakes that would need to be rectified. First the remaining followers of Wee-Aah-Pt would suffer the way the god had. Xa would rain hellfire on the temples of the Laws of Attraction. Their temples would burn with the same flames that consumed him.(Catastrophe, 95-15 = 80 godmana) Second, Xa would change the seasons themselves. If the creatures of this world could not appreciate the sun it had bestowed upon them they would be made to understand how difficult the other gods had made this world. (Shaping nature, changing the seasons to only be Flood and Heat, 80-30=50 godmana) Third, Xa would ignite the volcano that sits at the world's center, building its heat to a great crescendo and allowing it to erupt with the fury of the Serpent(catastrophe, 50-15 = 35 godmana) Fourth, Xa would empower the only creatures left he could trust. The Great Trees were slow and brutal, but they needed heat and warmth to grow, and they would be doomed in the coming changes to the world. Xa empowers the Great Trees to be hardy in all climates and seasons(Changes to existing life, 35-20 = 15 godmana)
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Azza Bamboo posted:My confusion attempts a curse on the left continent. Just thought I'd clarify 
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petty gods of something awful: emphasis on petty I love how just like actual mythologies, half of the gods' actions are throwing temper tantrums now.
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Adding the aspect of Sea Creatures to my portfolio
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Rager thought things were getting a little bit hairy in this part of the world so he decided to move somewhere less dangerous. He attempted to transport the cathedral along with the protection barrier to the marked location  Move the cathedral and barrier to a new place: 1d100 50 Well, that didn't work. What now? Well if he was destined to be here in this dangerous place he'd make the most of it. He attempted to aid in the celebrations of his followers by adding mushrooms that would let anyone who ate them go on a spiritual journey in their mind and discover new things about themselves and seed these mushrooms throughout the world. Add psilocybin mushrooms to the world: 1d100+1d20 101 Now THIS was something. He also attempted to create a flowering plant that when cooked with properly or smoked would cause relaxation and peaceful feelings among those who partook. Make weed: 1d100+1d20 33 Well uh, that wasn't as successful unfortunately. Finally, to honor his fallen comrade he erected a shrine on the Cathedral grounds in honor of Mar Lorenth, a statue of the fallen god and a fountain of wine that issued forth from his trunk. Make a shrine to Mar Lorenth so that his followers could celebrate his life: 1d100+1d20 52 I guess nothing else was going right so it was time to stop for now. Remaining Godmana - 25
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 Uyyeh, the God of the Eldritch, appears suddenly in the dark fringes of the world with great confusion and bewilderment, aghast at the strange laws that it now finds itself entangled and bound in. It writhes for a bit, making sense of its new trappings that render it a haphazard approximation of its former protean truth. Purposes clarifies in the darkness of its minds. (Uyyeh is an anomalous eldritch abomination from beyond space and time that does not properly fit within reality without significant weirdness, or at least that is what it thinks. The Eldritch aspect is intended to cover anomalies and glitches in reality. ) Initial Godmana: 65 Uyyeh peers in to the strange songless things that crawl upon this world, trying to discern what they are and how they work. It is surprised to find that these things have something akin to a song-that-sings-itself. perhaps these things aren't so unlike it after all even if they are so much smaller and lacking in dimensions? It sings in shadow song to their minds, trying to find those that question the tapestry they find themselves trapped in. To these inquiring minds, Uyyeh tries - as gently as the god can so as to not overwhelm the poor broken things - to commune with them the secrets of their existence so that they too may join in the search for a means out. (I'm unsure if this would be 5 Godmana or 20, as it's directed at all People) Next, Uyyeh comes to understand is lonely on top of being confused, so to remedy this the eldritch god will create a facsimile of itself adapted to this land and its strange laws; outside of the scalding touch of light though. Thus it sings to the darkness that cloys in the shadows of the world making the Shades, willing it into a pseudo-corporeal form to hold a song-that-will-sing-itself. (30 Godmana) To the Shades it tells them of the nature and of the song-that-sings-itself which it hopefully endowed them with properly. Who knows if it stuck properly here, all of this was so new. Uyyeh bid them to lurk where there is gloom so that it may nourish and protect them, that their nature is to watch and learn with the ultimate intent of exploring and testing the tapestry of this realm. (5 Godmana). Godmana Remaining: 65 - (20 or 5 + 30 + 5) = 10 or 25.
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Azza Bamboo posted:I gift one chosen scholar human the ability to lay hands on the people of the world and have them forget their worries. [-5] Now go forth, holy whatshername, and preach the good word. Gift a Human scholar with the power of blissful amnesia: 76 Curse the western landmass: 27 (only once is necessary)
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After consideration, the divided gods will take on the aspects of: [Travel] and [Survival] to go with their previous [Division]. Whether any of the divided gods survive their presumed to soon perish brethren to use these however, is another matter.
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Thordain posted:The Serpent of Flames understands now, there can be no more tolerance for those who would abuse its gifts. Land, life, peace, growth: these were mistakes that would need to be rectified. Rain fire on the temples of the Laws of Attraction: 85 Change the seasons to only Flood and Heat: 87 Ignite the volcano at the world's center: 92 Empower the Trees with hardiness: 79
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I'm sure this ruined Lost City newly discovered submerged in the ocean in THE GAP was always there, and is full of mystery, treasure and history from a forgotten time, proving the world is more than 2 days old [-5] Or maybe I just spawned it. No, that doesn't sound like something I'd forget. [25 Godmana remain] 
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 Ka-Li Ma-Ti, deity of Disasters Godmana:65 Ka-Li Ma-Ti signals Their will upon the world, heralded by a flaming red comet, screaming across the stars and scattering them into disarray. -30 Scatter the stars and disrupt the constellations: 1d100 23 All who gaze upon Their sign shall be driven to madness, compelled to create elaborate rituals meant to protect them from Their capricious will. -5 Compel sentients that sight the comet to form rituals protecting them from Their will: 1d100+1d20 28 Ka-Li Ma-Ti brings their unfortunate view over to the Volcano at the Center and it's surroundings. What a site to behold. A never ending fountain of wine, turned a rancid lake of liquor, teeming with wastrels and parasites. What was meant to be a grand artifact, brought down as humiliating memorial. And to top it off, the graveyard of a god. As the comet reaches its zenith in the sky, Ka-Li Ma-Ti commands the Volcano to erupt violently, loudly, and far reaching, to send shockwaves and rains of pumice down upon every center of population. Though the Xa, god of heat, commanded the eruption first, Ka-Li Ma-Ti is all too happy to assist him in this act of devastation. Such is their will. -15 Assist Xa in eruption of the Volcano: 1d100+1d20 108 At last, as the comet leaves the the sky, a twinkling object falls from the comet to the earth, landing at the city if An. This trinket, a locket, proves quite attractive to all sentient races. Whomsoever holds this locket shall become Their unwitting pawn, creating a series of unfortunate events to those around the holder. The inscription inside reads, "Whatever can go wrong, must go wrong" -5 Create the Locket of Mu-Frey: 1d100+1d20 25 Godmana: 65-30-5-15-5=10
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