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God Ravid, Goddess of Edges: 78 Suggested Essences: Brass, Ghosts, Bee Bonk fucked around with this message at 17:42 on Jan 1, 2018 |
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Getting on the crowagon! Changing
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Jan 1, 2018 17:43
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Ravid, Goddess of Edges
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Jan 1, 2018 21:42
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 Ravid, Goddess of Edges HP 3/3 Beholding the curious creatures crawl across the felt from the sharp angles of a nearby geological formation, the Ravid felt...frayed. Frayed as the fibers of felt and wool that Her Incisive Gaze rested too long upon. So many people, all with so much to be gained from Her gifts, but even She had only so much to give. So it came to pass that Her Scrutiny fell upon a Trombac creeping near the auspicious formation She had inhabited, dull and brazen. Seeing the line of its path laid out before it, the Ravid shifted the angles of her manifestion and severed that path, leaving the Trombac wobbling stationary and dumbfounded. Even as the wretched creature let out a cacophonous blat, the Lady of Edges turned Her Incisive Gaze upon it, shaving away curls of excess brass and tuning the Trombac's internal pipes until the sound became a clarion peal, pleasing to Her. The creature, heedless of the consequences of its actions, stared up at the divine manifestation, fearless and demanding. "SHARPEN," she Intoned in response to the Trombac's inquisitive arpeggio, and a stylished hash (#) formed of four straight, intersecting lines appeared on the creature's left eye, lacerated precisely by Her Incisive Gaze. Even as the tone of the creature's voice modulated into its dominant key, its edges began to sharpen as well; bladed talons to grip, and snatch, and slice textiles, and teeth like chisels to better focus the force of its jaws on harder materials. It peered at the divine angles with a new comprehension, its thoughts sharpened as well as its body. It ducked its heavy metallic head in sudden reverence, and newborn appreciation for hierarchy. Not truly intelligent, perhaps, but greater than a mere beast. "YOU TEETER ON THE EDGE OF GREATNESS," She Intoned, Her Voice striking the Trombac's brazen pipes to produce Her voice from the creature's own body. "AND YOU MAY YET PLUMMET TO OBLIVION. THERE ARE OTHERS, OTHERS LIKE YOU ONCE WERE. "DULL. THOUGHTLESS. IMPRECISE. BUT WHERE THERE WAS RABBLE, THERE WILL BE CHORUS." The Ravid swept Her Incisive Gaze across the ground, sketching out an elaborate diagram in shallow slashes of surgical precision. "BRING THEM," She Commanded. "BRING THEM THAT THEY MAY BE SHARPENED. "BRING THEM THAT THEY MAY BE BRIGHT. "BRING THEM...THAT YOU MAY HONE THE WORLD." SHARPEN the Trombac!: 11.
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Jan 2, 2018 16:08
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Ravid, Goddess of Edges HP 3/3 The Question Jvie posted:"Is silence our future?" "WHICH WAS MORE IMPORTANT," Ravid intones in Her Usual Manner, vibrating the Trombac's own pipes with the Edge of Her Voice, to speak to the entire assembly through this vessel. "THE TONES, OR THE SILENCE BETWEEN THEM? CAN ONE EXIST WITHOUT THE OTHER? EDGES CREATE DIVISIONS; THAT IS THEIR FUNDAMENTAL NATURE. IT IS FOR YOU TO OBSERVE THESE DIFFERENCES, AND MAKE THEM USEFUL." The Converts Looking upon the varied creatures brought before Her in various degrees of willingness, Ravid Considered. All were different, and would take to Sharpening in different ways; it would be dull of Her to attempt to hone them all in the same manner. Beholding a placid Munchega, wool matted and tangled from wild living and rough treatment, Ravid whispered with the very Edge of the Edge of Her Voice, and sheared a tiny amount of tangled wool from the creature, letting the soft wad drop silently to the felt. She Sharpened the edge of a broken snalloy shell, and bade a Tromboc bring the implement to the Munchega. She then shaved a smooth mirror finish into the face of the mountain, that the woolite might see itself in its wretched disarray. "LANGUISH NOT," she intoned with relative gentleness by resonating the Sharpened shell, "IN DULL HOMOGENITY. PURSUE REFINEMENT OF YOUR AESTHETIC, THAT YOUR KIND MAY DEEM YOUR IMAGE SHARP." She sheared another small clump, then bade the Munchega try to groom itself in the brass mirror. The others She Regarded in a similar manner. To the Paraiba, she displayed the finer lapidary arts, chiseling, etching, and polishing their bodies with glorious scintillating facets and daring cleavages, and granting sharpened implements that others might pursue these arts themselves. As to the Quith, She deemed introducing too many lines to their amorphous forms would be inimical, so She merely honed the desire for brightness in their minds. A gentle, whispering nudge to sharpen their love of the shining, the sparkling, the Sharp. Perhaps, in their adaptability and curiosity, they could be turned to assist the other species in their pursuit of a sharper image. Ravid entertained thoughts of Quith stylists and gemcutters, and found them Good. Introducing Aesthetics to the Races of Middle: 1d20 6 All the direct intervention was more than She was accustomed to, and She felt the strain on her Edges. A Sharper world would be worth dulling Herself, however, and the new Sharpened could take up some of the metaphysical weight going forward. OOC: I am specifically introducing these arts to the people gathered in the valley, not altering the races as a whole; it will be up to them how far it spreads. Bee Bonk fucked around with this message at 16:09 on Jan 3, 2018 |
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Jan 3, 2018 16:05
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On the other hand, haircuts for sheeples only needs one more vote to hit 10...just saying.
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Jan 4, 2018 00:29
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Ravid, Goddess of Edges HP 3/3 Ravid beheld her devotees and found them acceptably Sharp. But the felt of Her blessed valley grew ragged, the bronze scratched. Snalloy shell tools abounded, with differing levels of sophistication, but fewer snalloys themselves were to be found. Her cult on the Edge of deprivation, it was time to move. She turned Her Incisive Gaze to the gathering of the Sharpest of Her devoted among all the races. With the Edge of Her Voice She addressed the Sharpest in Her typical fashion; by now, the Chief Tromboc had ceased to be surprised or discomforted when her Goddess spoke through her. "AGAIN YOU GIVE YOUR FOOD TO YOUR SUBORDINATES," She intoned through the Tromboc, "YOU ARE INDEED BRIGHT, TO TAKE SUCH HARDSHIPS UPON YOURSELF. BUT THE TEETH OF HUNGER GNAW WITHIN YOU, AND WE WOULD NOT HAVE YOU BLUNT YOURSELF. NOT WHEN THERE IS STILL A WORLD TO BE HONED TO EVEN GREATER WONDERS. YOU WILL GO FORTH TO YOUR KIN BEYOND THIS VALLEY. THOSE WHO ARE YET UNSHARPENED. THEY SHALL SEE YOUR VISAGES, BRIGHT AND SHARP, AND KNOW THEMSELVES FOR DULLARDS. THEY SHALL SEE THE WORKS OF YOUR HANDS AND HUNGER TO POSSESS THEM." Ravid waited, to see how Sharp the minds of Her Sharpest had become, and one Quith in particular did not disappoint. This particular case had been an unwilling convert, dragged into the valley in fetters, and intransigent to the point that the more strident Tromboc desired to end her defiance permanently. But the Lady of Edges had seen an Edge within her, a mettle merely untempered. It had taken three Sharpenings, her lines ground and whetted until even Ravid wondered if her ghost could survive the process, but now this former denier was among the Sharpest of Her Sharpest. "Blessed Mistress of Angles," she spoke, the enthusiasm of her sudden realization almost overwhelming her decorum, "what if we...give them our tools and use the Gifts you've shown us, and they...give us food and things we need to live?" The other Sharpest rocked back, as if struck, muttering among themselves at the acute novelty of the concept. Ravid's divine visage split in a radiant knife-edged smile. "BRIGHT, PRECIOUS, SHARP CREATURES YOU ARE. YOU WILL GO UNTO THE DULLARDS, AND YOU WILL...TRADE FOR WHAT YOU NEED. YOU HAVE MUCH TO OFFER, AND NONE ARE KEENER." She turned Her Incisive Gaze to the Sharpest Quith, and gently notched her beak with another hash. "YOU WILL KNOW THE MOST VALUABLE RESOURCES OF THE DULLARDS, AND YOU WILL CHISEL THEM FOR ALL THEY ARE WORTH. YOU WILL RETURN LADEN WITH GOODS, AND LEAVE THEM BELIEVING THEY HAVE BARGAINED WELL. SERVE ME WELL IN THIS, AND KNOW THE NAMES OF YOUR PEOPLE WILL BE FOREVER ENGRAVED UPON MY BLADES." Finally, She returned Her Attention to the First among Trombocs. "BUT IF THEY SEEK TO DO HARM TO US, TO SEIZE WHAT IS OURS, OR REFUSE TO DEAL...THEY WILL SEE THE OTHER EDGE OF OUR REGARD, AND LEARN HOW IT FEELS TO LIVE ON KNIFE'S EDGE." She reached out and Sharpened their resolve. Unsheathing the Sharp on a campaign of trade...or conquest.: 1d20 5 And though she felt Her Edge becoming brittle, She knew She had done what was necessary. The Tromboc in the assembly gnashed chisel teeth and clashed brazen talons, blaring with bright voices the glory of their Goddess and their quest, tearing the felt with the stomping of their feet, long into the night...
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Jan 4, 2018 04:36
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Ravid, Goddess of Edges HP 2/3 Ravid felt the pull of Above and Below, the inexorable strain on this physical form She had mantled for a short time. She beheld the Edge she had ground onto Her people, and was pleased. But She knew, and the nicks and chips on Her Blades bore witness, that direct intervention was costly, and would no longer serve. And so, She came before Her Sharpest one last time, with one final gift to bestow. "MY PRECIOUS CHILDREN, MY SHARPEST. AS ALL BLADES MUST ONE DAY WEAR AWAY, SO MUST I CROSS THE ULTIMATE BOUNDARY. BUT BEFORE MY LINE ON THIS BLESSED MIDDLE IS SEVERED, ONE FINAL SKILL...THE SHARPEST I CAN BESTOW. Ravid reached out, turning Her Incisive Gaze to her people, and carved an invisible sigil upon their hearts. "YOU MUST BE THE WHETSTONE NOW," She intoned, "AND SO I GRANT YOU MY SACRED DISCIPLINE: EDGERDEMAIN. WHEN YOUR WILL IS RAZOR-TRUE, AND YOUR MOTIVE PURE AND CERTAIN AS A LINE ETCHED IN JEWEL, YOU WILL FIND THE HEARTS OF OTHERS AS BRASS TO BE MOLDED TO YOUR CAUSE. THE DULL WILL BEHOLD YOU, AND THE TARNISH WILL FALL FROM THEIR EYES. YOU WILL SHAPE THE MIDDLE, AS I HAVE SHAPED YOU." Bestowing Edgerdemain upon the Sharpest: 1d20 19! Ravid smiled, then, terrible to behold, but the Sharpest, who were tempered before Her Presence, and knew Their Lady's Regard for them, were not afraid. "GO FORTH, AND BE KEEN AND BRIGHT, MY SHARPEST. GO FORTH, AND HONE THE WORLD INTO A BLADE TO PIERCE THE ABOVE WITH ITS BRILLANCE." And with these final words, Ravid, Lady of Edges, turning her thousand thousand angles strangewise, slipped between the layers of existence with a sigh of sliced cloth, a whisper of fluttering felt, and the chime of a blade sheathed forever. 
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Jan 5, 2018 05:30
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Cutting-Words, The Miracle of Edges, possesses the qualities of Cutting, Truth, and Sound. It is a divine phrase, the first etched on the bronze walls of the valley, carefully curated by the Sharpest and never voiced, for once voiced, its essential Sharpness will slice through the fabric of the Middle, and it will vanish forever. When projected, Cutting-Words will slice through the obfuscation and falsehood of its target, mortal, divine, or otherwise, laying bare underlying truths and revealing hidden weakness. No secret, no vulnerability can hide from the primal rebuke. But Cutting-Words is double-edged; the speaker will suffer the same stark revelation, and if they survive, will never be the same.
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Jan 5, 2018 22:59
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Clamp, the people's hero, on a Monster Hunt !
Bee Bonk fucked around with this message at 01:45 on Jan 6, 2018 |
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Jan 6, 2018 01:41
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C, but play some cave-exploring music. E, but play some monster-trapping music.
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Jan 6, 2018 21:41
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AD Put the saxy beast out of its misery and jam with our spooky new friend.
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Jan 9, 2018 03:12
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Gonna see where this is going. Abstain. (++--) Spirituality: 1.
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Jan 12, 2018 15:00
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+1 Yearn. I like the cut of your jib. (+--) Spirituality 2
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Jan 15, 2018 20:05
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-1 Pemphero. Coincidentally, that's what palling around with those Dullards gets you. They're garbage. (+-) Spirituality 3
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Jan 18, 2018 03:47
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+1 Yearn (-) Spirituality 4
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Jan 20, 2018 21:23
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+1 The Hand. I appreciate the purity of a giant-rear end hand doin' hand stuff.
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Mar 9, 2018 14:36
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-1 Ria Don't taint our precious perfect deicidal gastropod babies with personhood! They'll B̧E҉̢C̴O̸M̴É soon enough, if you let them feast on your tangy godmeat.
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Mar 14, 2018 18:22
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Gotta +1 Xenon for that Boodica.
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Mar 18, 2018 14:55
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