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 Docbarongov, God of Twombstone HP: 1/3 Docbarongov looked at the rising Twombstones of Oneder and happily thought about how much closer Oneder was becoming to the perfection of Twomb. A satisfying memorial to the Dullards to be sure! But then the God heard the prayers of none other than Wedge, asking for a boon in the coming war against the Asaurted followed by the words of Cera exhorting the Librarians to join the warpath. This wouldn’t do at all! He had quite the solution to bring the Peace of Twomb to Oneder, indeed. ---- Docbarongov grabbed a chunk of Dino and Axe and Ice from the surroundings of the Mattockhorn and transported it all the way to the Inky oceans of Twomb. He plopped it down to create an island within the sea and quickly tasked nearby Twombians to begin to create a town, Twombstone (naturally), on this island of Arisaurna. In the center of the island he scooped out a giant natural amphitheater with a large Neondial at the center. It would light up in riotous coloring at every 12 hours. --- The God visited both Wedge and Cera in turn, showing them visions of Twombstone, Arisaurna. He told them, “You wish a boon? Then you shall receive a boon. Here you see my holy land created from the grandest mountain on Oneder, brought to the glorious lands of my chosen planet, Twomb.” Seeing he had their attention, he continued, “This land shall be used to finally resolve any conflicts on Oneder. Speak the holy phrase ‘[Enemy’s name], This Oneder ain’t big enough for the two of us, Partner.’ Both combatants shall be transported to Twombstone to engage in combat to the death, or the surrender of the challenged. The winner shall be transported back to Oneder in triumph, and the loser buried, or ‘exiled’ (to the much better, more awesome Twomb). The fights shall begin at the lighting of the Neondial.” “Resolve your differences like civilized Twombians in fair combat, or not at all.” Twombstone, Arisaurna: 1d20 11 Create Twombstone, Arisaurna on Twomb using land from Oneder to create a bloodsport colosseum for Twombians to enjoy... that also incidentally can be used to terminally settle feuds for Onderians. Slaan fucked around with this message at 19:14 on Mar 5, 2023 |
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 Rancorous, Goddess of Disharmony Hp 1/3 Satisfied with the fires of conflict stoked, with a twist in reality she bolts towards Twomb. Under the surface the Avatar of Silence and Chaos began to stir, and she cackles with inspiration. Why, she is not going to copy this stroke of brilliance. But perhaps she can amplify the effect. She bolts to the surface after a moment of observation, and sees a hardworking Shiverm. She comes to them in a shifted, strange form. It looks like a shiverm, but with features from Oneder. A maroon axe-face for a head, small patches of chrome skin and green spines down her back. This Shiverm was dutifully working on slow construction of the Flickerfare, and stops to behold the strange creature before them. "My time in existance grows short, and I am inspired by the tenacity of your people." She clacks the beak, not unlike the mandibles of their race, " A great and terrible being has been infused by the power of the gods, and rises to the surface, cloaked in ink and silence." "I give the last of my power to you, to gather your people and hold yourselves strong against the rising force under the ink. Gather your allies, and prepare for their surface. I carry the features of the people of another world, and grant them to you in hopes they aid you in your upcoming conflict. Become who you are meant to be, and fight the coming storm." With the last of her essence, the Goddess imbues the hard-working Shiverm and is gone. Uplift Shiverm to Hero of Discord: 1d20 4 Chaosfeather fucked around with this message at 22:07 on Mar 7, 2023 |
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Everyone is rolling so poorly, I can't choose who to downvote 
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+1 Docbarongov because I approve of bloodsport. -0 WP: 11
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 Nyl, God of Silence HP: 3/3 Another day at the Rinkjet, another bored, disgruntled young rebel spraying ink or chipping the ice just to feel like they made a difference to something—made a change. One particular Shiverm winds its way aimlessly, noisily through the library, rattling the shelves and disturbing the no-doubt very important work of the nearby scholars... until they turn a corner and bump into a wall where there should've been a passageway. No, not a wall—an undulating mass of ink and beak over which a frayed librarian's robe is draped like a misplaced handkerchief. The hideous bulk leans down and, in a voice that's felt and not heard, speaks a single word: SHHHHhhhhhh... Become librarian: 1d20 11 Now that Nyl's got a physical body it can start the serious business of librarianship.
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+1 to Rancorous Live, drat you!! LIVE!
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 ADAM, God of the Atom HP: 2/3 (Listen along: Careful With That Axe, Eugene (Live At Pompeii 2016 Remix)) From a distance both great and far, the god ADAM attempted its objective best to admire the budding creativity and latent artistry that played out in the whimsical actions of the young Maraqueet Burnyst, the little mortal girl now fated to live out the life of a Hero of Fenlightenment. After all, Fenlightenment was a lifelong journey on the path towards comprehending the Full Truths of Nature, and Burnyst's existence was only one single mortal point of perspective within a limited universe with an incredibly fragile material plane, and yet still Nowhere was mostly free from the elemental chaos and the resource scarcities still to come... The god ADAM waited for the girl-Hero Burnyst to fall into a deep and exhausted sleep before it took her mote of consciousness briefly away with it on a journey to Oneder, the Maraqueet's thoughts flitting along as an invisible angel on the god ADAM's proverbial shoulder - a witness in what was to come. Spaun Multibal was there, too, in a fashion, but the two Heroes of ADAM wouldn't realize it at first. quote:Wedge is a particularly powerful Hero, an army unto himself. He is particularly resistant to Magic, and notably has been given dominion over the Miracle Blade-Hangs-Above. He may use it as a powerful weapon or consume it to wreak titanic devastation as he wills… Deep within the Scars, the god of the Atom appeared before the Remnant-warped Wedge, the current leader of the Aardiche and eldest living Hero of Nowhere. The god ADAM was shaped as a continuously swirling swarm of scintillating lights, sharply-divided colors hinting at a spheroid plane:  "Careful with that Axe, euWedgeene" ADAM stated, cautioning the sentient creature now riddled with rareified materials. "You may think this is being done because you made a plea to the gods - it is not. It is because a Lesson must be taught to the Lesser Beings, and you, Wedge, are the Teacher." ADAM recharges the Remnant weapon Blade-Hungers-Above for Wedge, but subverts it for Preservation instead of Destruction with two Heroes giving input!: 1d20 16
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+1 Nyl Abstain You know what, we can get her to ten. +1 Rancorous -0 11th Wispingher AJ_Impy fucked around with this message at 11:30 on Mar 10, 2023 |
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(as a reminder the Avatar cannot be affected by Wisps)
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+1 Rancorous. Can we get one more turn out of them? Remaining: +, 0, -. Wisp points: 10.
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TheNabster fucked around with this message at 21:10 on Mar 12, 2023 |
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Just as a note for those lovely wisps within earshot: Rancorous is currently 2 upwisps away from hitting an 11, which would keep her from dying in the next update and destroying some reality fabric between the Ages.
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Okay Sure +1 Rancorous Points: 7 Wisps: - -
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I think Rancorous is safely at 11 now, so I will abstain.
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Gonna abstain. -- Wisps: 7
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 The Age crept towards a close, the penultimate Acts in place. The story of the world unfolded.   Cera was relieved to see the flickering form Felice pass through the wall of Thesauri and flit among her Librarians, already girding themselves for battle. The words of the Goddess passed into and through them, uplifting their spirits and filling them with the verve and power of the divine… only it wasn’t quite right. Cera kept silent, watching as the power settled over them, listened to them talk up their future glories, and fretted. This wasn’t quite how it had been for her, was for her. They felt like they were on the cusp of something greater, and yet… in each of them, a great Heroic Saga could be written, but as of yet they were mere prologues, mere would-be Heroes. This was no true blessing, no true aid that would tip the scales against the Axe King.  But dare she speak that aloud? Dare she break the fragile bubble of confidence that buoyed her friends and comrades, when moments ago they so uncertainly strapped unfamiliar armour to their bodies, gripped their weapons in sweat-slicked palms? The capricious Goddess lingered, a cloud of light like a mischievous smile, and Cera nodded at Her, lips pressed tight in something straddling annoyance and thanks. Then she turned back to her soldiers and continued their training. (FELICE LOSES 1 HP! The Battle Librarians become Heroic - which, notably, is distinct from ‘Heroes’. They have the POTENTIAL to become Heroes, but otherwise gain only a boost to bravery and recklessness. They sort of THINK they’re Heroes, but they aren’t inclined to really consider what that would mean in practice - and Sera isn’t inclined to enlighten them. Regardless, they are significantly more ready to join the fight than they were before, and may actually be able to hold their own… for a time.) Oneder shook as the God of Twombstone pulled a great slab of it away and cast it into the Ocean (as far as the Onederians were concerned). As if that great geological shock weren’t enough, the voice of the God spoke to them, informed them of a method that People may solve their disagreements - trial by combat, to be witnessed by the alien creatures of another world! The rumblings of such a strange place had been passed down through the generations by many Gods, but this was something altogether other. Hearing about another world was one thing, but visiting it? Why, the mind positively buzzed with possibilities! The cost? Merely a fight to the death against a hated foe! Hrm.  Across Oneder, the reactions were varied. The Aardiche relished the opportunity to test themselves, even against rivals within the clans. The methodology was simple enough - a simple challenge, and the two combatants would vanish… and then one would return, victorious but stunned. They stammered about a tower that reached the sky, about decidedly un-Axely creatures that watched them from beyond the boundaries of Arisaurna. Wedge dismissed these claims as the addled mind of a warrior, but as more returned telling the same tales, he grew sober. This was an unexpected factor in his plans, and he wondered whether this were a response to his prayers. He didn’t like it. (A chunk of Oneder is stapled onto Twomb, creating a strangely one-way bridge between worlds. In a practical sense, the warriors aren’t actually there - People of Twomb cannot enter Arisaurna, and the warriors of Oneder cannot leave it without perishing. Still, this represents the first real contact between Peoples, allowing Twomb to witness the brutality of life on Oneder. What that means remains to be seen.) It was while Wedge pondered the meaning of this latest wrinkle that another God entered his presence. Adam was flanked by two spectral essences that Wedge’s nature prevented him from properly seeing, but in his Heroic age he’d encountered enough Magic to know when he was in the presence of power. The God reached out His Power into the Hero’s depleted Artifact and recharged it… but Wedge could see that something was amiss. The energy radiating from it was wrong, subtly, and from long contact with the thing he sensed that it was twisted.  His weapon, his Axe, his icon of destruction, had been ruined. No true weapon now, the thing’s power curved towards ‘productive’ uses. He nearly threw it away from him, instead shaking it in his massive grip. ”And what am I supposed to do with this!? This - this tool! I demanded of you a power enough to strike my foes from this world, and you give me an instrument to carve Treeceratop bark! A thousand curses on you!” he lashed at the air with his claws, rending apart his tent in a fury that sent his allies scurrying.  Leaping from the destruction, he saw a lone figure approaching down the path towards the Scars. An unfamiliar Asaurted, tinged with the flavour of the Gods, but no Hero. Already incensed, the Hero of the Axe fell towards him, beak opened in a vengeful shriek. The Librarian pointed towards him, buoyed by divine courage, and spoke the incantation: ”Wedge, This Oneder Ain’t Big Enough For The Two of Us, Partner!” The two combatants vanished. (Adam recharges Blade-Hungers-Above, temporarily twisting its next use towards preservation rather than destruction… as much as a weapon like this can preserve. The Artifact must cut, but it may cut away weakness or objects standing in the way of preservation. Overall, this makes it highly unappetizing to Wedge, who wants to use it to kill folks, and it sours his Aardiche’s opinion towards the Gods as a whole!)  The arrival of Arisaurna on Twomb was received with much surprise, to say lightly. The unfamiliar landform reeked of Godly interference, and yet the act that created it hadn’t been detected here on Twomb. So… from that other place - a chunk of land from Oneder! How bizarre! Even more bizarre was the nature of the land, which prevented approach beyond a certain point. It could be observed - and, oh, it was! - but not interacted with. One day, two creatures - People of Oneder? - erupted onto the scene and immediately began to tear one another apart! It was terrifying and bestial, and many began to wonder whether this was some sort of divine punishment (of whom?) And then, all at once, one of them fell and the other vanished. The corpse that remained slid indelicately from the island to drop into the Ink.  Chaos. What did it mean? Was it a message? Why? Why? The Squild investigated the corpse, found it was, indeed, a corpse, and catalogued what they could before allowing the predators of the world tear their unfamiliar meal to bits. Over the weeks, this occurred a number of times, each ending with the death of one of the combatants. There were several different sorts of these People, of all different sizes and descriptions. Some of these folks arrived more than once, plainly having been… selected for combat(?) due to their prowess. Some of the braver or grimmer Twombians began to bet on the outcomes, which was a good bit of illicit fun. And then one day an enormous beast arrived in the arena, a giant bearing a blazing Axe and facing off against a much smaller green (Dinosaur?) Person. The battle was as short as they expected, but exciting! The beast arrived many times, each time looking angrier, as far as they could tell. How odd! (Arisaurna has attracted a crowd of onlookers! The corpses of dead remain on Twomb for study or food or whatnot, trickling a tiny stream of artifacts and information from the other world into Twomb. Also, due to the nature of the challenge invocation, Wedge can be challenged and sent here against his will, a matter which is making him very, very angry and distracted!) So exciting was all this that it took probably longer than it should have to realize that the Inkscribed Door was gone. Gone! Just gone! No alarms had been set off, and nothing… just… what had happened!? Where was the terror in the deep!?? The Fractal Garden, that ancient place of mystery, lay open and unguarded!? Also, what ‘terror in the deep’, asked the other People of Twomb. The Squild had neglected to mention it Ages ago, and had opted to keep it their secret shame. Well, it was out in the open now! That ancient, god-infused monster that had lain buried since the dawn of time! Just wandering around!  It was into this chaos that Rancorous descended, reveling in the strife, and infused a Shiverm with power. She grew in stature, taking on traits of Onederian species as she came into her Heroic nature. Gelid shook and shivered as she considered what her Goddess had told her. There was a monster to slay, something unleashed onto an unsuspecting world, and she had been given power to do something about it. She tested her new edge against the solid ice, and finding it sharp enough, she sought the Avatar. (Gelid has become a Hero, taking on the Oneder-Touched and Driven traits. She will seek out the Avatar and attempt to save the world! Oneder-Touched allows her to gain access to typically Onederian magics and traits, and radically changes her appearance and personality as the alien Materials mingle with her innate Shiverm nature.) Meanwhile, in Rinkjet, the beast from below, the unknown terror from the deep, was busily organizing books. The other librarians had grown accustomed to its presence, and largely left it alone. It did its thing extremely efficiently, reshaping the library around it by the sheer dint of its nature. The otherwise normal librarians had heard of the escape of the sealed demon from below and were duly frightened of its unknown aims and powers, but they did not mention to outsiders that their newest coworker might fit the bill. They didn’t think to speak out about it, and in fact largely forgot about it once they left the halls.  Even when Gelid questioned them, they remained silent. Whatever reason they told themselves, they were unwilling to aid the Hero and unwilling to focus their minds on the monster in their midst. It was just too useful, and, hey, it was one of them now. The Hero thanked them anyhow and moved on, feeling uneasy. The Avatar of Silence and Chaos placed a certain book in the wrong section, but artfully. It seemed random, but it didn’t do anything randomly. Chaos was order and order was chaos - it was just a matter of scale. Besides, it looked better there. (Nyl’s and Rancorous’ rolls cancel eachother out neatly, resulting in little change to the status quo - but in an enormous amount of potential chaos centered on Twomb’s Library. Sooner or later, something was going to give, and there would be quite a mess to clean up.) 
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It's preschool storytime at the Rinkjet! Gotta get the kids into reading early. (The children were perhaps a little quieter than usual afterwards, but the parents probably wouldn't complain...)
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PepperedMoth posted:It's preschool storytime at the Rinkjet! Gotta get the kids into reading early. One shudders to imagine what other blasphemous, dread and fell deeds await.
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Docbarongov, God of Twombstone HP: 1/3 Docbarongov nodded to itself, happy with the new land it had created. The fights were proceeding apace, and the people of Twomb were able to see the tragedy of life on Oneder for themselves. Surely once the bridge between the worlds was finished the Twombians would bring peace and prosperity to their primitive dinoaxeball neighbors. They had to be prepared for a harsh reception, however, which Arisaurna provided a great example of. Unfortunately, the god could feel its power ebbing away. It would have time for only one more work. One last program that would forever show the superiority of Twomb over Oneder. It knew just what to do. Docbarongov gathered a great chunk of Ice and formed it into four grand towers around a central dome, topped with Neon spires. He sprinkled ink fountains around the grounds and planted beautiful orchards of ink lady axxles and fields of iceberg lettuce. This would be a grand monument to the wonder of Twomb, a visible reminder to Oneder of Twomb's superiority. All it needed was for the people to use it. With the God's last spark of power, it sent a message to a nearby group of Shiverm and Maraqueet traveling the tundra. "Behold! This is my final Twombstone and gift to Twomb, the Taj Meltheal. So long as you worship the Gods, including myself, from within this holy site, the sick can be treated and the dying shall be able to pass on without pain." And so the God settled its holy bulk on top of the central Neon dome and grew dim for the final time. The only remnant of it that remained was a small plaque, carved with its sigil. His Great Twombstone: 1d20 6 Create a great Hospice and Hospital site on Twomb where medical care can be practiced without pain for the patients. Slaan fucked around with this message at 13:07 on Mar 24, 2023 |
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Magnusth posted:-1 to the god with the highest word count Why? Scribbleykins isn't a god this round, and why would we discourage others from making long, good posts to entertain us? +1 to the god with the highest word count! Remaining: 0, -. Wisp points: 11.
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I'll tentatively Abstain just to have something here in case I forget to post a better vote later. - WP: 12
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I'll deliberately and firmly Abstain because I'm out of upvotes and don't want to encourage god death and component loss. Stop breaking the toys I might get to play with. 12th Wisping.
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Cloud Potato posted:Why? Scribbleykins isn't a god this round, and why would we discourage others from making long, good posts to entertain us? I feel fairly maligned. 
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Cloud Potato posted:Why? Scribbleykins isn't a god this round, and why would we discourage others from making long, good posts to entertain us? Perfectly balanced, as all things should be.
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Nyl, God of Silence HP: 3/3 Another day at the Rinkjet, another day spent placing books back where they ought to be (not necessarily where the other librarians expected them to be) while tending to the potted iceanthemum Nyl had been keeping safe atop a particularly tall shelf. Another day at the Rinkjet, another day showing educational picture-books to children, explaining histories and sciences neither Nyl nor the erstwhile-Tattooist knew anything about, seeing as one had been locked away before and the other arrived after; a learning experience for all involved. Another day at the Rinkjet, another day SHUSHing rowdy patrons and shooing them out into the courtyards and balconies to preserve the sanctitude of the silent halls and atria within the library, to the gratitude of the more studious People reading and working inside—appreciation that Nyl appreciated in turn. Another day at the Rinkjet, another day at the Rinkjet, another day at the Rinkjet... keep on keepin' on: 1d20 13
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-1 Docbarongov (i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i only have -!) WP: 12 e: changed SerSpook fucked around with this message at 16:16 on Mar 27, 2023 |
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So you do. Maybe point it at someone we don't need to save?
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Set you're sorry to all the pitiful mortals looking for healthcare that -1 is going to kill 
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