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Changing to +1 ADAM. I’m always on board with a new hero. The Wandering Mage fucked around with this message at 02:25 on Jan 11, 2023 |
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 ADAM, God of the Atom HP: 3/3 The divine spark of ADAM crackled throughout the reaches of Nowhere's cosmos, stretching its invisible and indivisible feelers across the extent of the extant universe. It had been born only in 'the now' of this moment - given a stream of consciousness and a subjective perspective to make its decisions with - but ADAM knew that it had always been there, both here and everywhere, in the basic building blocks of Nowhere's elements that had formed both of the planets Twomb and Oneder. Instinctively, the god ADAM searched the twin planetoids for a capable pupil, and followed the path of least resistance to arrive within the brainwaves of a specifically-talented Plungerboa. Within his private, unadorned quarters in an Aardiche manse, the 'servant-shaman' Spaun Balton had the strangest dream: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_9_zoL7Jkr4 When Spaun Balton woke, his eyes snapped open at the very moment he noticed an impossibly-smooth polished silver orb hanging motionless in the center of the room. It seemed to speak to Spaun without making an audible sound, by causing the Plungerboa to think the words that the god-sphere wanted to say to him. ADAM spoke, thus: "Oneder resident, Plungerboa: Spaun Balton; I must teach you about the Elements, for you are a vessel for the Truth." Interrelated concepts began pairing together within Spaun's Magic-complicated mind, and diagrams spurring founts of knowledge actively crystallized therein. "These are the Fundamental Essences of your two rotating worlds, Oneder and Twomb:" ADAM, god of the Atom posted:
Gripping a spur of bonechalk he'd squirreled away for a magical moment just like this, Spaun Balton began to write formulas, notes, and elemental equations on the bare dinostone walls of his personal quarters. ADAM uplifts Spaun Balton as a hero of the Magic of Separation: Compartmentalization: 1d20 5 Lux Anima fucked around with this message at 02:03 on Jan 11, 2023 |
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Axe, the Essence of Separation, Shaping, and 
Neon, the Essence of Illumination, Communication, and Dazzling
Dinosaur, the Essence of Adaptation, Discovery, and 
Ink, the Essence of 
Pinball, the Essence of Motion, Redirection, and Competition
Ice, the Essence of
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 The Gods wasted no time in investing their power into the world. In some cases, very literally…   The God of Atoms appeared before Spaun Balton as he performed his household chores. The Plungerboa had already been a gifted Shaman, but this was… more than he expected. The knowledge of the heavens, the true breadth of Magic available to the People of the world. Ink Magic!? He’d hardly thought of the stuff as anything more than a useless cosmetic, but to think it was foundational as all that? And it wasn’t alone, either, all of the world’s Materials could be harnessed in such a way! His mind spun, then fractured, the fragments each trying to come to grips with the immensity of the knowledge. He never really came back together, not really, but now he’d changed. He was now Oneder’s newest Hero, Spaun Multibal, master of a hundred Magics!  Or, at least, he thought of himself that way. The knowledge had driven him slightly mad, but it had lit a Neon beacon within him, a desire to teach and to learn and to acquire these magics. He walked out of his masters’ house, ignoring their confused stares, and walked into the streets to preach. (ADAM LOSES 1 HP! Spaun Multiball becomes a Hero of the Plungerboa and the Blunt Ones! He is particularly talented in the Axe Magic of Separation, Compartmentalization, able to split his focus and attention supernaturally to process data far beyond mortal ken, but at any given time several of these fractures are obsessed with discovering the hidden Magics of the world. He has no particular faculty in other Magics, but uniquely has the ability to learn any of them himself with some study. He is popular among both Blunt Aardiche and their companion Plungerboa, who both see him as some combination of prophet and amusing diversion.) Meanwhile, in Bigbox, a strange plague was spreading. Or… perhaps there was a better word for it… it was difficult to think… Overnight, strange growths had appeared on buildings and structures across the city, Ink-dark with strangely pulsating Neon markings, and looking at them caused… confusion. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant, either, making the world soft and purple, with half glimpsed figures capering on the edge of one’s vision. It did, however, make staying vigilant against the threat of attack quite difficult. Why, this could be a strange Snackreation of Wedge’s, sent into the city to drive the defenders from reason! Only, whenever they tried to cut them down and destroy them…  …whenever People tried to cut them down, they sort of ended up wandering off, distracted. And the blasted things kept growing. They tasted lovely, however. And after a fine meal of grilled Faengi, staring up at the Wisplight was one hell of a trip. Squinting up at the distant points of light, it was almost like they were looking back… (The Faengi spread across Bigbox, unimpeded. People in close proximity of them experience heavy disorientation and hallucination, though when eaten the effects are milder and more focused. The long-term effects remain to be seen, but for the moment the People of Bigbox are heavily distracted and defenseless - though feeling more relaxed than they have in Ages, for all that.) Down in the Scars, the Goddess of Disharmony pushed and prodded at an already unstable mind. Wedge attempted to ignore her words, but they cut to the very core of his concerns. The damned deserters had made a mockery of his holy purpose. And to think they allowed the Prey to walk among them, free and untrammeled? To work their blasted Magics with impunity, to corrupt the youth of the Axe? He felt rage growing in his breast, and his grip tightened on his Artifact. And yet, to be so influenced by the Gods, to be driven from his goals? He could not bear the disrespect, could not bear the shame of submitting to their purposes. The Goddess seethed and gloated in the air around him, and his fury turned outward. Roaring in confusion and defiance, he swept through the air with his Axe.  A wave of cutting force erupted from his blade, slicing through the Goddess - and passing through, harmlessly. He roared in frustration, but the power flew onwards to cut through half of the great boundary mountain of Labrys, tearing through the earth with titanic cutting power. Wedge stared first at the Goddess, then at his Remnant, which had grown dull in his hands, its powers expended for an Age. He opened his beak to hurl invective at the cursed Rancorous when he was suddenly infused with the raw magical power of the destroyed landscape courtesy of Blade-Hungers-Above’s enchantment. Wracked with bitter, transcendent agony, Wedge grew stronger than ever. The Goddess of Disharmony just watched.  (RANCOROUS LOSES 1 HP! The Goddess of Disharmony is not successful at goading him to attack the Blunt Ones, but she is successful at goading him to attack! Blade-Hungers-Above’s power is expended for the Age, and Wedge absorbs a bunch of assorted Material Aspects and mutates. The effects remain to be seen, but suffice to say he’s a lot tougher than he already was now.) High above Oneder, the sky bursts with bright flares of Neon that nearly blind several unlucky enough to perceive them. Rumours abound, but none come close to the truth.  On Twomb, The God Docbarongov writhed in divine agony. It was a well-intentioned idea, to spread the joy of pizza to this world - to both worlds! He’d recruited a whole flock of delivery birds to spread the gospel of Pinkzza far and wide, even to Oneder through His efforts. And so he gathered Red Barrium and his clan, accoutered them in delivery livery, and lifted them into the skies with His power. Almost immediately, it began to go wrong.  The Ocean between the two planetoids was thin, not churning with the true void currents of the Deepest Ocean, but it was more than strange enough to begin unravelling the People. The shrieked for Him, calling out for aid, but His own purchase on them was slick in this place, and the shield he wreathed them in boiling apart. He accelerated them through the darkness even as they fell to bits, and once they hit Oneder, well. quote:High above Oneder, the sky bursts with bright flares of Neon that nearly blind several unlucky enough to perceive them. Rumours abound, but none come close to the truth. (DOCBARONGOV LOSES 2 HP! Transporting People from one world to another is always going to be tricky at the best of times, and this was… not the best. All Dull Maraqueet are no more, and even the concept of Pinkzaa has gained an ominous association of Godly abduction and destruction. Maraqueet are likely to be hesitant to work with Docbarongov in particular and any God that wishes to transport them anywhere in general.) Far below in the Fractal Garden, sealed beneath the Inkscribed Door, lay the Tattooist. The ancient creature rambled and roamed in its buried, highly engraved palace-garden, much as it had for Ages. Its attendant Myriad followed mindlessly, tiny against its great bulk. No natural light had been seen in this place in countless years, save for the dim flickering of stunted Frightbulbs… until now. A bright star passed through the Door, leaving no trace, and sank into the Tattooist’s reservoir. The once-God thing bucked and struggled against the intruder, but Nyl, God of Silence was more than the atrophied thing could resist. Soon the great beast’s struggles stilled, and the shrieking of the Myriad fell silent. Everything did.  Nyl, Avatar of Silence and Chaos, gazed around their Garden. Their attendants hovered slowly around them, the Silent Myriad ready to attend to the Avatar’s wishes. This was a new experience, a new and tangible flesh. And, for the moment at least, a cogent mind to guide that flesh. (Nyl becomes the Avatar of Silence and Chaos, inheriting the latter from the Goddess who first created the Tattooist. The process mostly worked, with some hiccups. You still roll 1d20, but neither positive nor negative Wisps can affect your rolls. You will not perish at the end of the Age automatically… but should you roll a 10 or below, you will lose HP as normal, and once you get to 0 something will happen.) 
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Wisp Points: 2 Wisps Remaining: -, 0, + e- -1 Adam for clarity Aabcehmu fucked around with this message at 17:57 on Jan 30, 2023 |
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 Nyl, God of Silence HP: 3/3 Nyl flexes its hollow vessel, sending tentacles of inky flesh winding perfectly in the gaps between the Silent Myriad. Flesh was paradoxically weak and strong—much like the existence of a god, but in the opposite direction. Satisfied and (silently) disquieted in equal measure, it sweeps the tentacles back under its body and turns its beak to the unseen sky. Getting in here was one thing, but getting out would be entirely another. The god-flesh-person hurls its newfound bulk at the door, which barely budges—if it moves at all. No, this would take something a little stronger than just the power of flesh. Nyl inwardly curses the Inkscribed Door. Curses the barrier to its progress. Curses the arcane bulkhead that had sealed its vessel in this place for Ages past. Curses—festers the curse—and casts the curse upward from its six eyes, lancing the door with wretched power. Silence—lacuna—a hole opens in the world. eliminate the seal: 1d20 18
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 Rancorous, Goddess of Disharmony 2/3 Satisfied she’s kicked the hornet’s hive, Rancorous speeds away towards Bigbox, to find things hopelessly dire - at least for her plans. Getting anyone to focus enough to engage the threat that roared back to life would be impossible here. Instead, she sped to a library - The Library - She slips past Cera Twice-Blessed on her way in, purposefully to alarm and confuse the keeper. The more who notice, the more action they might take. A shifting thing of claws, coils and teeth settles to rest on one bookshelf, and draws the attention of three young scholars gathered there. Knowing she has little time before the guardian would interfere, she opened her maw to speak, generating one head to each of the races who studied in this neutral territory. “You hide in your fortress of tomes, gleaning ancient knowledge but not applying it for any purpose beyond the joy of learning.” The goddess sneers. “While an objectively evil tyrant casts his shadow over the world and draws power from hatred and inequality.” One head turns to the Aardache, looking like a nightmarish reflection of their face, “Sitting by and watching your peers - your equals, whether you like it or not - are slaughtered en masse will only show you as an enemy of progress, cementing the distrust the other races have in you.” A sharpened beak clacks, “The fragmentation of your race and rejection of the tools given to you will be your downfall.” Looming over the small Plungerboa, Rancorous grins, a chrome visage reflecting their race speaking now. “One among your kind has the power to split the very world now, if they can handle it. What brilliance.” A frown creases all three heads, “It’s a shame that your efforts have left you seething under the heft of a culture who continue to devour you. Fight back against the one who calls you prey, and with viciousness.” Lastly, she regards the Asuarted, with a sort of bemusement. “And your folks, for all of your architectural progress, have done, what, nothing? To this war? Are you content to watch your peers flounder as they rage against each other? Or do you not want to see a time of peace and progress?” The saurian-shaped head snaps and turns their attention past the trio. Cera is approaching now, shouting something about neutral territory. “And YOU” the goddess bellows with all three mouths, “Have been biding your time here, for what? The problem to magically disappear?” The wicked thing cackles as her form changes again, now the three faces a dark reflection of the races of Twomb. “You know we are too flawed for that, all of us. Your world will be violent compared to her sister as long as you don’t unite. Knowledge is useless if left sitting on the shelf, dear Cera. ” The mandibles of the not-Shiverm gives a resounding snap to punctuate this. Knowing her time is short with the three below her, she twists into the air above the bookshelf-aisle she had been perched upon. Squild head opening, ink spills from her form freely to warp the texts and shelf below her into something new. “Unite your people, a storm approaches and none of you will weather it, not even in your dinostone and paper castle. Your tyrant enemy speaks only in viciousness and anger.” As she rises and folds into the air, her form holds the faces of the people of Twomb, together into one. The Maraqueet beak shrieks, “If you want this turmoil to ever cease, you must become fluent in the language of violence, yourselves.” Now back to the form she originally appeared to them, Rancorous tears at herself. She rips out a tooth, a claw and a keeled scale, dropping them to the floor before the trio. “Speak it.” With a twist in the air, she is gone. Their Language is Violence. Speak it.: 1d20 8 Chaosfeather fucked around with this message at 06:25 on Jan 29, 2023 |
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 Docbarongov, God of Twombstone HP: 1/3 Docbarongov recoiled as his essence was filled was the screaming souls of the dying Dullards. This... this was not good. The diety wandered his incorporeal form throughout the realms of Twomb as he recovered. Eventually, his thoughts cleared and he found himself in front of the Flickerfare. He had an idea for how to make this better. How to put those poor souls to rest. How to put the souls of Oneder at rest, as well. ------------- Docbarongov appeared above the workers filling the trenches of Bigbox with the dead from the constant attacks by the Ppeople of the Axe. He gathered the families of the slain and the workers of the dead and preached hope to them. "PEOPLE OF ONEDER! I have come to grant you a boon! Look above at Twomb in your skies. Regard the large icy protrusion making it ways towards you! Yea, I let you know that the Gods have granted the people of Twomb eternal life after death. Once that bridge, the Flickerfare, has been so built as to reach Oneder, all those people of Twomb that have worked on the Flickerfare will be resurrected by the Gods for eternity!" Docbarongov switched the attention of the crowd away from Twomb and back to him. "I have come with a similar offer for you! I tell you, that you too can take part in this wondrous feat of the Gods! You see before you those slain in the fighting on Oneder." He dimmed his form and muttered under his breath slightly, "Fighting that doesn't occur on the much better Twomb by the way...." The God used his might to pick up a section of the dullest Axe and plainest Dinosaur from the earth of Oneder and shaped it into the form of his divine sigil. "Place monuments such as these upon the burial grounds of the dead and the souls of the fallen will be sent to the Flickerfare to wait for the joining of the planets. When the Bridge is complete, all who have been so memorialized by these sacred Twombstones will have themselves resurrected just as the people of Twomb!" He brought the first Twombstone with him as he left with the cheers of the newly hopeful behind him. ------ He carved the likeness of the Dullards into the face of the Twombstone and planted it firmly in the ground where the Pinkzza shop was to be, burying the very few Neondust remains of the Maraqueet he was able to gather underneath. He hoped that this small memorial would make up for his misuse of power and that poor Red Barrium would forgive him. On the reverse of the memorial read: HERE LIES THE HEROES OF PINKZZA HERE LIES INNOCENTS HERE LIES THE SACRED HOPE OF TWOMB Twombstone Resurrections: 1d20 11 Slaan fucked around with this message at 19:54 on Jan 28, 2023 |
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Divine Debt posted:How dare this godling intrude on another's temple-library? Take a negawisp, monster! -1 Docbarongov + + 0 — — Wisp Points: 2 Gothic Rite fucked around with this message at 15:39 on Jan 28, 2023 |
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 Felice, Goddess of the Fae HP: 3/3 Heeheehee! The telltale laugh of a mischievous being who had been given just a bit too much control rang out as Felice observed the Faengi at work. Such amazing little things, so effectively capturing their attention. And with nothing to stop its spread further, really. She saw a glimpse of Wedge's little temper tantrum as well. Her fellow gods on Oneder were doing just fine, indeed! She wasn't needed here right now. Felice's faerie light danced its way over to icy Thwomb. A quick pop below the Ink to give her pal Nyl's avatar a cheeky wave, inasmuch as a floating light could wave. Now that was a fun one! Felice had a new prank in mind today! The Goddess of the Fae's dancing, iridescent light suddenly settled among the peoples of Thwomb gathered together near the Flickerfare, Maraqueet, Squild, and Shiverm alike flocking to the cheery music of the Fae Goddess. After reveling in the attention, something clattered to the ground in front of them all. It was a shining, glimmering key made out of Ice. Felice started with her speech to those assembled, a giggle slipping through as she spoke. Heehee! Hard workers, friends, family, compatriots, all of you! Its wonderful to meet you, simply astounding what you've made here! I'm particularly fond of all that Sparkitechure, very good stuff, Maraqueet. Anyhow! I am Felice, Goddess of the Fae. You've got a charming little world on Thwomb, with short bursts of excitement. But here I am, with a new idea to bring to you all! All work and no play could drive anyone insane! How about I give you a nudge? See that key? There is a container somewhere on Thwomb, which that key unlocks. If one can find it and take that key to it and open it right up, you'll learn an amazing magic trick you could never experience in your lifetime! Just one of the many the Fae have, in fact. They're my special friends! And there's an ever so lovely caveat, which I know you all will enjoy. The dancing light of Felice got even more excited, flicking this way and that. It's one and done! One of you sees it, bam, that's it! Only a single one of you lovelies will ever have the privilege of seeing that special Faerie magic trick, and its up to them if they spread the word. Sounds fair, no? I'm sure none of you have a desire to lose, or give up such a rare chance. Right? I've hidden it very well too! You better search real hard. Spread the word to everyone! The Goddess laughed cheerily, spirited as ever. I hereby dub this event, Pixiesprint! Go forth, and win! The Goddess of the Fae poofed into the sky, leaving the key behind with not another word. Unleash Pixiesprint on Thwomb 1d20 10 BraveLittleToaster fucked around with this message at 00:21 on Jan 29, 2023 |
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Aabcehmu posted:-1 to the last god to act Posted 10:41 PM, Friday *Sees 4/5 gods have already posted, 2:15 AM Sunday Well'p, prolly gonna wait a week (minimum) to post now.
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Lux Animus posted:Posted 10:41 PM, Friday 
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+1 Felice What's in the box?!
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Lux Animus posted:Posted 10:41 PM, Friday
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Aabcehmu posted:I'll minus you next turn too. I'd be shaking in my proverbial god-boots if today wasn't also the unofficial day of god-rest, so... *yawn*
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Changing my vote to -1 ADAM just because of all this salty whining  -+0 WP: 10
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Theantero posted:Changing my vote to -1 ADAM just because of all this salty whining Whining? The thread was updated on a Friday afternoon. I don't need any form of rushing from a source of entertainment until Monday morning, TYVM.
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 '-1 to the last' has been a vote made many times across fragilegodalikes, and was never about you. Reacting in this way to it isn't a good look. Fortunately, the avatar post combo contains instructions. Please don't complain about the game updating, or others being more eager to post in it. Engagement is cool and good. Not changing my vote at this time.
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If your enjoyment of the game is this badly affected due to being downwisped, perhaps it ain't the game for you. Only like half-kidding, if you legitimately feel annoyed by the game and how people choose to interact with it, it's probably best to not post.
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Theantero posted:If your enjoyment of the game is this badly affected due to being downwisped, perhaps it ain't the game for you. "-1 to last" are bad votes every time, and Lux is correct to despise them.
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Aabcehmu posted:-1 to the last god to act while smack talk and shenanigans and meta voting are fun I'd personally prefer if specifically this kind of vote that penalize late posters as a broad category were avoided. I would prefer in general if people picked the specific God they want to affect for my own ease of bookkeeping for one
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I will also remind everyone here to not be lovely to your fellow TGR posters in general, please. +1 Felice
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Dog Kisser posted:while smack talk and shenanigans and meta voting are fun I'd personally prefer if specifically this kind of vote that penalize late posters as a broad category were avoided. I would prefer in general if people picked the specific God they want to affect for my own ease of bookkeeping for one Edited for clarity.
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+1 Rancorous Because the concept of battle librarians is funny.
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ADAM, God of the Atom HP: 2/3 (Listen along (album): Muito Kaballa Power Ensemble - Mamari (2021)) There was a tether-snap and an ethereally-audible *CRACK* across the unshielded cosmos as the artificial god ADAM's deific link to the Plungerboa shaman Spaun Bolton - now re-plunged as Spaun Multiball - was irreparably severed, and the god could no longer directly command the mortal's moment-to-moment thought processes. ADAM languished, tangentially. "Curious...." ADAM spoke to itself, on a layer of existence only apparent to the other god-Wisps and their ilk. "This tiny one is 'fully cooked', and so I will release them to pasture, whether intentional or not." ADAM had heard the innermost demands of the future mortals-to-be, and so it had tried to instill a Great Knowledge upon the Peoples of Nowhere. The essential knowledge was: "MONEY. EQUALS. TROUBLE." But ADAM's efforts were largely lost upon the yawning void. In penance for their temerity, ADAM attempted to teach a newborn Person about the dangers of godly Powers, in the vain hope that such a lesson would Stick this time. ADAM hoped that the poor creature didn't mind that she'd been Contacted when she was only just the slightest of young Maraqueet chicks. ADAM uplifts Maraqueet Burnyst Etherford as a hero of the Magic of nature-inspired Illumination: Fenlightenment: 1d20 15
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 My son, my son, what have you become? Wear their skin while you can. Because the moment you slip, they will devour you whole. Abstain. +5>+6 +/--
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The twin worlds of Oneder and Twomb were gradually losing their balance. Created from nothingness in equality, the attention of the Gods drifted slowly but surely to the more advanced society on Twomb. Whether this mattered was something else entirely. Did anything matter on worlds doomed to succumb to the lapping waves of the Ocean? For those who lived and played there, perhaps. Cera Twice-Blessed was irritated, despite herself. She knew full well the Goddess was manipulating her - she’d read enough of the old texts to know how that worked - but the damndest part was that the Goddess was right. They had been hiding here, biding their time, but for what? To avoid Wedge’s wrath? The wrath of his beastly Axe? Well, he’d used it up, wasted its energies for some reason known only to him. He was as vulnerable as he was ever likely to be. Her librarians clamoured for action, as the Goddess had known they would. She held her Key, considered the Vestibule even now just beyond the world she could touch and see. It had grown over the Ages, and she could reach across the world like none other. She could take the fight to Wedge, now, before he could recover. Damned Goddess. Damned war. drat her own cowardice. She held up a hand for silence and spoke to her Librarians, to her Doorkeepers, to those who cowered in Thesauri. ”People of the Books, attend me. The time has come to take an active role in this world, before our chance slips away. We will fight, and may Gods have mercy on me for forsaking my role as passive guardian. Gods of Oneder, attend me. I will bring the fight to Wedge. Can you aid me in this? Will you aid me?” (The Librarians gain Martial, and will begin to take an active role in the conflict raging over Oneder, even if that means leaving the Library Thesauri vulnerable. Cera Twice-Blessed, Hero of the Asaurted, requests a Boon.) Docbarongov caused quite a stir by His revelation of the nature of the world in the sky. Dimly, People were aware that that bright orb in the sky was a Place filled with People, but they may as well have been the mysterious Fae the Goddess kept ranting about. The mere idea that these People were advanced, were building a bridge to their world… it was hard to swallow, frankly. No matter how they peered at the night sky, the bridge could not be seen, the details of the other world hidden by the gloam of the shallow Ocean separating them.  And yet His pronouncement that by a simple ritual the afterlives of the dead could be preserved, could one day join these mysterious people in the sky? It was enticing, to say the least. Quietly, without much fuss, People began to raise Twombstones to the dead (of which there were all too many). In the light of Twomb, in the dark of the night, they shimmered and glowed with an eerie grey light that spoke of the divine power of the act. Silently, People offered praise to Docbarongov. (The People of Twomb learn a Ritual - they raise dull stones to honour their dead, that their ‘souls’ may one day link with the Flickerfare (whatever that is). It’s not something they *really* believe, but it’s easy enough and feels mystical enough that it couldn’t hurt, right? It grows in popularity quickly.) In the Scars, Wedge stews in the bitter rage of his hangover. Tremendous power, wasted. Even as he held the Artifact, it grew in strength, but he knew it would be an Age before he could use it once more. He stared blankly. He may not even live to see that. Even Heroes could die to the ravages of time. He gritted his beak and resisted the urge to burst in rage. His People needed his aid and his guidance. All around him the careful trappings of his People’s culture was under threat of erosion, of attack. They were vulnerable now, despite their great force of arms. The other Peoples, they had tricks…  But so had he. His Artifact had infused him with great power, with fragments of the other Elements that made up the world. He was certain, one on one, that he could beat anyone on Oneder in combat. Easily. Ocean, he could probably hold his own against an army of saurian warriors, let alone the wizards of the prey. But it wasn’t enough. And so, for the second time in his life, Wedge knelt in prayer. ”Gods on high, fickle Gods of power and light, I call upon you. Aid me. Protect my People, cast down my foes. Sharpen my edge, or inform me of the forces arrayed against me. I do not demand it, I request it in humbleness. Let us have an end to this back and forth between the Peoples of this land.” (The war is coming to a head thanks to the actions of the Gods. Strangely, Wedge requests a Boon as well. It’s quite peculiar, knowing him…) The Avatar of Silence and Chaos reached upwards towards the divine gate sealing them into the Garden. They pushed lightly and it shattered into motes of Invisible Ink. The Warpweft alarms and alerts ringing it nine times over, ancient and remade regularly by the descendents of descendents of descendents of those who had first watched over the Inkscribed Door… did nothing. Unfathomably, the escape of the Avatar, the opening of the gate, the exposure of the ancient catacombs of the Fractal Garden to the sky, were absolutely unnoticed. At least, at first.  (The Avatar of Silence and Chaos fully breaks free of its cage beneath the Ink, unbeknownst to the People up above. The next act taken by the Avatar will take them fully by surprise - but one way or another they’re going to notice they’re free soon.) Felice, Goddess of the Fae, appeared on Twomb in a flicker of light and music. With a flourish, She dropped the icy key and declared that the Pixiesprint had begun! With a simple turn of the key, one lucky individual opening one locked container somewhere on Twomb would gain a fabulous trick! With that, She vanished to allow the madness to play out before Her eyes!  Only the People of Twomb stared at the godly artifact for a moment, then began to huddle. They couldn’t deny that this was quite an exciting offer from the Goddess, and one which promised fun and excitement the likes of which they hadn’t seen since the passing of Noble (may he rest in the Flickerfare in glory)... but it was also one that would cause a lot of disruption in the Great Work. Certainly, they figured, there was a way they could schedule this? A lottery that they could make up, so that anyone might have a chance at it? Otherwise they’d just be running around at random, causing confusion and delay all over the place! No, there was a way to optimize this, they were sure. They brought the Fae Key to Rinkjet, and formed a neat queue of People bringing locked containers to try their luck. (Pixiesprint has begun! Only the People of Twomb are a bit of a… stodgy sort, and they have their own particular way they like to do things after all these Ages of working together towards a larger goal. The ‘Sprint’ is more like a ‘Saunter’, but the People are still very excited about it. What a lark!)  Elsewhere, the God of the Atom reached down to a young Maraqueet and breathed power into them. The parents were duly surprised when their child’s eyes began to glow with un-Twombly light and she reached out towards their Planterns and bade them to grow and glow! For young Burnyst was the newest Hero of Twomb, and a prodigy at Fenlightenment, the Neon Magic of Illumination! In the weeks to come, she adorably terrorized the city by spreading light and vegetation with a wave of her wings. People gave silent praise to the God and watched the miracle child with her new magic, Twomb’s second native power. Already the great planners of the world were attempting to fold her into their blueprints for the Great Work, but for now Burnyst just played. (Burnyst becomes a Maraqueet Hero, specializing in the novel and visually stunning Magic known as Fenlightenment. This Neon Magic of Illumination treats light like plant matter and plant matter like light, allowing the user to, for instance, extract a ‘seed’ of colour from somewhere and ‘plant’ it somewhere else. It can probably do other stuff, but Burnyst is preeeetty amused with just planting rainbow colours everywhere!) 
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Felice, Goddess of the Fae HP: 3/3 Heeheehee! Felice watched them all huddle around the key expectantly, rubbing her gleeful hands together.. But there was none of the immediate mad dash she expected. Boo! Not even a catfight? Well, perhaps there was something to be said about a slow burn before the trick.. It made the sudden pain at the end so much sharper! And perhaps it'd take long enough to plant some seeds of doubt and distrust.. Yes, how fun! She could sense that things were going to be very interesting and lovely, with a gallon of chaos spice dumped on top, considering the powerful child and a fun-filled Avatar lurking below! Felice's faerie light merrily danced about as she left the little friends of Thwomb, heading to mess with Oneder once more! Her friendly Faengi still hard at work, the ickle and studious librarians preparing for war, just like dear, sharp-witted Wedge.. My oh my! There was lovely amounts of potential fun, for a dancing Faerie light like her! But what, exactly, could she pull as her newest prank? Aha! A flash of pulsating, iridescent light appeared before the librarians of the Library Thesauri, twinkling and dancing merrily around as the many of them gathered around her sudden light. There was grand, majestic music playing as the Fae Goddess spoke to all those assembled, putting on her best mystical airs. Brave Librarians of the Thesauri, who have taken up the call of battle! Though you have sharpened yourself for the fight, you wish for the aid of Gods, me and my friends! How spirited of you! There is one boon that would help beyond others for you, the essence of a Hero! From Faerie tales, from the the old to young, your Fae Goddess knows a Hero just as well as all of my darling invisible friends! And in each and every one of you, there is that heroic essence! I can unlock it for all of you worthy ones, and you must merely seize it! Watch me work some magic, Heroes to be! The Goddess of the Fae's dancing light shone even brighter, as she reached out to alter every one of the onlookers in the library.. To instill in them their inner Heroicness, to give them them the ability to see their fantastical enemies, the destinies that awaited each and every one of them. Oh, the adventure! Oh, the strange creatures they would encounter, the battles they would have! Librarians in shining armor, bravely leading the way, taking on insurmountable task with aplomb! There would be stories about them, and songs sung! Truly, becoming the stuff of legends. They'd have the spirit, but.. The ability would be another thing entirely, wouldn't it? The Fae Goddess said nothing about that. Make the librarians of Library Thesauri into "Heroes"= 6
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