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 After several days of not existing, The Hag of Ages, Goddess of Magic, finally got around to existing. All in all, she wasn't quite sure what the big hubbub was about. Initial GP: 65 She looked upon the world, upon the destruction that had been wrought, and chose to stand against the destruction, and joined the Pantheon of Creation. (Join Pantheon, -5gp=60) She then turned inwards, and focused her energy onto the Living Mountains. This would be her gift to them, as their eternal war against the trees had almost certainly begun to make them tire of the machinations of the gods. Yes, she would grant them magic. (Alter Existing Race, -20gp=40) She then focused her energies, creating an artifact--a crimson robe that would grant its wearer great cunning. She released it to flutter on the winds, seeking out a human to wield it.(Create Artifact, -5gp=35) And then, she rested for a time. Probably at least six minutes. Current GP: 35 Pyroi fucked around with this message at 05:04 on Jul 21, 2020 |
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Pyroi posted:She then turned inwards, and focused her energy onto the Living Mountains. This would be her gift to them, as their eternal war against the trees had almost certainly begun to make them tire of the machinations of the gods. Yes, she would grant them magic. (Alter Existing Race, -20gp=40) Grant the Living Mountains Magic: 33 Craft an Artifact: 8 Ouch.
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You've unleashed The Dunce Cap on humanity, a hat that makes you dumber when you put it on.
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 From deep within the planet Lithos, god of the underworld emerges, roused by the tremors from the volcanic eruption. Initial godmana: 65 It spends a long time surveying the sate of the world, and finds it lacking in depth. Compelling the earth to change it attempts to create a vast system of caves and tunnels under The Starry Peaks, expanding the Starlit Valley. 104 godmana 65 > 35 And the ground quakes and moves, opening up into huge spaces underneath, connecting the whole continent through underground tunnels. Empty spaces will impress no one however, so next Lithos gathers the riches of metals and gems, concentrating them in these caves and making them beautiful. 59 godmana 35 > 5 The metals are unwilling to listen, and the gems are being coy. Perhaps living creatures will respond better? Using the last of its strength, it whispers to the remnants of the star elves of the joys of cave exploration, creating a new cult. 27 godmana 5 > 0 The elves however prove even more stubborn than iron. Living things need more finesse it seems. Exhausted, the grumbling god goes to rest.
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WAR Like any deed done in a fit of madness, the Day of Rage was ruinous, and exhausting, and illuminating.  The gods of fury and passion and destruction had torn the world apart, and to the deities of life and joy and creation, that couldn’t be allowed to happen again. And so, brought together by the lady of Sanctuary, Ka’tan, god of Waves, and Rager, god of Celebration, and Khurol, god of Life, and Oriax, god of Earth, and Dagmal, god of Justice, and Feesh, god of Coastal Waters, and Athruithe Beaga, goddess of Mutation, and Eispas, prince of the Stars, came together on neutral ground and formed a compact – the Pantheon of Creation – dedicated to the preservation of life and growth and the untorn earths.  But those rash gods that first incited the tearing of the world and the explosion of the sun and the eruption of the volcano saw their brethren moving against them, and responded in step. Bet-Erin, the two-faced god, and Faber, the god of Artifice, and Ka-Li-Ma-Ti, deity of Destruction, forged a compact of their own beneath the slow-moving magma at the Center of the World – the Pantheon of Destruction.   Darkened skies, dimmed light, barren earth – the damage wrought by the Supereruption was terrible, and the Pantheon of Creation acted quickly to heal it, with Kata’an blowing at the ash clinging to the clouds, scattering it from the skies for good. (Excellent roll, the skies are cleared of volcanic ash and will remain so.)  In the meantime, Khurol set about proselytizing the new Pantheon of Creation amongst his own creations – the Living Mountains and Sentient Sap that roamed across large parts of the eastern continent. And his attempt succeeded, if only moderately so. (Not a great roll, but enough that a new religion forms, the Pantheon of Creation, and gains minimal Popularity amongst Mountains and Sap.)   The god of Earth also played his part in mending the rifts formed by the Supereruption, stretching his twined branches across the Center of the World and melding craggy edges, forming the Land Bridges between the torn-apart continents. (Solid roll, there is some healing of the devastated land around the Volcano, and great Land Bridges rise from the seas to join the various continents.)  And to guard these Bridges, Oriax pulled hidden gems from the earth and cast soil around them, shaping a new People he dubbed the Antari, Living Gems. (Another race becomes Sentient, the Antari.)   Perhaps growing overconfident, the god of Earth then turned to the jagged monstrosities that sprouted from the land, the Living Mountains. Descending to speak to their leader, the enormous snowcapped massif called Tse’s Top, Oriax tried to entice him and his People into worshipping him… But this greed quickly backfired, as Tse’s Top seized the god by his woody limbs and heaved, tossing him into the monster-infested islands that clung to the edge of the continent. (Awful roll! Oriax is Killed, tossed onto the Monstrous Isles by the Living Mountains.)  Rager, god of Celebration, had only gazed in horror as the fires of the Volcano crashed into his temple. By the time the ash cleared and lava hardened, there was nothing left of his beloved Cathedral of Celebration. So he looked elsewhere for worship, and turned to those who needed it most – the Great Trees. In a large clearing somewhere in their Kingdom of Great Wilder, he raised his New Cathedral of Celebration, from soil and bark and twine to hold it all together. (A new Cathedral of Celebration dedicated to the Cult of Ragers is founded, increasing in Popularity among the Trees of the Great Wilder.)  Not far from the new temple, the unburied body of Kharnibolg was sinking into the soil. Unbeknownst to them, while the Great Trees were feasting on the god of Rage, some of their virulent Sap had dripped into his flowing blood, and from that mixing a new god gained form. Vivien-Alterra, god of Cleansing, rose from the corpse of Kharnibolg long after the Trees were done with him. She wasted no time in abandoning that unholy place, flying north and west to where the Humans ruled. There, she saw that these mortals were led by… by some unnatural Beast, long-lived and covered in fur and dripping in menace. She tried to lift whatever curse hung over him, but the young goddess was playing with old spellworking, and her tinkering only backfired. (The Crown of Beasts, an Artifact of Power, doubles its effects on the wearer and even slowly affects those nearby. The King of the Humans loses any trace of Sanity remaining. He is now wholly Beast.)  She then moved south and west, to Rock Country, where Ants roamed and scurried. Seeing that many of them carried wounds borne from the Clockwork Crusade, she dropped into their ranks and instructed them of the dangers in injuries and infections and plagues. (Barely successful, an the Order of Black Ants forms with the intention of Healing, but they’re only really able to mend scrapes and grazes.)  Meanwhile, the god of Coastal Waters and Sea Creatures was peering down at his own little sea creatures thoughtfully. They tended to roam into the deeper, unknown areas of the waters, he noted with worry. That wouldn’t do, so he tried to gather a few Piscans and slice their tails into legs, ordering them to wade into the coastal waters of the islands they surrounded. But when the Sea Folk saw their god coming for them with sharp claws raised, they fled, plunging even deeper into their Piscan Waters. (Bad roll, the opposite happens and the Piscans gain Deep Sea, preferring to live in the lightless trenches at the bottom of the sea.) But gods don’t surrender so easily, and Feesh followed them as they plummeted, beating his own fins in chase across the Piscan Waters, through the Center of the World, and into the Outer Seas. When the god finally abandoned his prey, the Piscans were everywhere. (Terrified by the Great Chase, the Piscans gain Nomads, constantly roaming across the Waters just in case their god ever takes up the hunt again.)  In the Swamplands near the Center of the World, Athruithe Beaga was tinkering with her pets again. After several attempts to tinker with their physiology floundered, the goddess of Mutation finally managed to pluck at the right thread, switching on a gene somewhere in their cells that caused the Great Worms, to put it mildly, breed like they were mortals. (The Great Worms gain Fecund, their Population growth massively increasing.)  Eispas, prince of the Stars, was still locked onto the flock that followed his faith, Elven and Human alike. While the Humans were prospering in the Northlands, however, the Star Elves were forced to flee into distant mountains, living in darkness without starlight. That was enough to break the god’s heart, and so the prince of the Stars took the hard, crystalline structure of their cave-houses and fashioned it into a palace, which he set upon a cliff looming over Starlit Valley. (Barely successful, but enough to raise Starlit Palace and small Town around it.)  And, as a gift to his faithful both Elven and Human, he followed through with his promises by allowing his adherents to escape Reincarnation and rise to the Stars on their deathbeds. (Karmic Reincarnation doesn’t apply to those who hold to the Order of Astromancy, however good or bad of a life they lead.)  Meanwhile, the Wandering God – as Riplastene, father of demigods, was now known – wound his way back to the Human Kingdom. He enjoyed the malleable natures of Humans more than any other, as evidenced by his multitudes of Angelic children, but this time the god decided to wear a female form and lay with men instead... And, to the shock of their wives and daughters, it was these men that grew round and heavy, a pregnancy that stretched across three years and somehow birthed a strange, unexpected breed of Demigod – the Jinn. (Another Sentient race is born, the Jinn, great winged creatures with flesh of fire and storm, known for their shifty natures and incredible powers. The Jinn gain Erratic and Spellworkers.)  From the strange and mystical powers of the Jinn, another god was born in the heavens above. The Hag of Ages, goddess of Magic, was here to give mortals the tools with which to rise above their tragic station, and so she turned to the Living Mountains waging their War against the Greet Trees, but... well, it didn't go exactly as intended. (Bad roll, the Living Mountains gain Resistant, Spells and Magic don't seem to affect them all that much.) Next, she ripped some fabric from the hem of her robe and fashioned it into an Artifact of Power – the Crimson Robe – that was supposed to grant its wearer great cunning. But the Hag of Ages accidentally bestowed the robe with cunning, and guile, and deceit… (The Crimson Robe, an Artifact of Power, is crafted. It seeks out wearers for one purpose only…)   But these things made it a conscious, living thing in its own right, and the Crimson Robe immediately smacked into the Hag’s face and tightened, suffocating the Hag of Ages until she was limp... limp, and dead. (Awful roll! The Hag of Ages is Killed, and the Crimson Robe allows itself to be carried by the Wind to its next victim.)  On the other hand, the divided god – the Seven that was Three that was One – realized that this hostile world was no place for gods to tread. Not without protectors and worshippers, at least. And so, with Three voices commanding One action, Ca-Ra-Oh sliced at the earth they stood upon and sculpted its clay into something else, a hand-sized creature with a single eye at its center and a strange tendril stretching into the sky, and breathed onto it. (Excellent roll, a new species becomes Sentient, called the Mu-Dhroll. The Mu-Dhroll gain Content.)   Tse-Goa, god of Openings, was meddling with the substance of the earths in the meanwhile. To better teach the Peoples that, ultimately, they relied on the gods, he tried to weaken the earth by hollowing it out, but… well, that didn't work out either. (Backfired roll, the earth instead becomes thicker, transforming from a discus into an Ellipsoid.) The god next tried to entice worship from those that roamed in the places between top and bottom – the Piscans – but he succeeded only in earning the ire of these Peoples. (Another roll gone wrong, the Piscan People adopt a closeminded religion – the Society of the Occluded – believing that any change is bad change, and no new openings ought ever be pursued.)   Finally, the god of Desire was looking down at the mortals with envy. He had been watching for a long, long time, centuries upon centuries, and he wanted nothing more than to descend onto the earth and frolick with his creations... (Only just good enough, Munay entombs himself in flesh to become a Living God, roaming the earths in the guise of a Changeling.) And as he descended, he gathered the malice and greed and jealousy and ambition and all the emotions he had captured over the past millennium, and poured it all into a new Artifact of Power, the Paw of the Primate. (The Paw of the Primate, an Artifact of Power, is crafted. A cursed object, whoever possesses the Paw finds their greatest dreams and wishes transformed into living breathing nightmares. Greatly reduces Lifespan and incites Insanity, for obvious reasons.)   With the Pantheon of Creation trying to better the earths and the neutral gods up to their usual hijinks, the Pantheon of Destruction was busy with their own workings. Ka-Li-Ma-Ti, deity of Destruction and Despait, wasn’t happy with the stability being wrought by the other gods. He needed a force of destruction to walk the earth, a facet of himself, and so reached down to where Living Mountains tread and spat at them, a glob of fizzle and blood that spattered into the Mountains as fire and magma. (Bad roll! The Volcanics are formed, but are Pacifist and Playful and Immobile, fixed to the mounts from whence they sprout.)   Not far from these newborn People, Faber was having some trouble with the living spirits that incarnated in the fire and rock at the Center of the World. “BE!” he shouted at the bubbling magma and hardened crust, demanding that they shape into a magnificent DOOMFORGE, but the devilish spirits simply laughed and sped away from him instead. (The attempt to form the DOOMFORGE fails, instead forming a large lake in the island forming the Center of the World.)  West from there, the two-faced god was acting to further her own interests. Still wearing the face of Destruction, Bet-Erin resolved to burn the weakness out of her Chosen People, and ordered her Soldier Ants to turn their fires and pincers on their weaker, slothful cousins. And that they did. (The Ants are Exterminated by the Fire Ants.) Once only the Fire Ants remained, purified and strengthened, Bet-Erin led them in a vicious assault on An, the First Hive, her People belching fire as she fought side-by-side with them. And when the Automata, already rusty and slow before the attack, were finally driven out, the Two-Faced goddess declared herself their Queen. And with that, the first of the godly kingdoms was born. (Bet-Erin becomes God-Queen of An and the Fire Ants.)   It was around this time, as the Sun completed another great circuit, that the Fourth Day was drawing to a close. And as the days grew shorter and shadows leapt through the night, a strange figure rises from the grave of a long-dead god. But the first godly act of Gravefeeld, lord of Undeath, didn’t go exactly to plan. In his attempts to seduce the first People he came upon into joining his cause (whatever that may be), he failed to realise he was talking to Humans, the most shortlived and jealous of the Peoples, and they took his wisdom and… well, tailored it. (The Lifespan of Humans is increased.)  Finally, were one to glance at the shadows dancing behind Light from the corner of their eye, they might catch an anomaly, a flicker or ripple or even a glimmer. Try and focus at it, however, and it slinks away, melting into the darkness that clings to the unseen edges of things. This is where Uyyeh lives, in outrageous pain after having been cut and ribboned by beams of Light. Death wasn’t enough to stop the god of the Eldritch, however, and even in his crippled form he reached out into the minds of the Peoples below, manifesting in their dreams and nightmares. (Great roll, an alarming number of Peoples are haunted by the same Dreams.) Communicating through this hazy and shapeless world, Uyyeh took body in the dreams of countless Trees, Humans, Parasites, Ants and the rest of them, whispering and muttering words that, upon waking, were burned into the memories of them all. (Secret knowledge of the Nature of the gods is imparted to the Anti-God League, making it easier to Kill gods.)  The rest of the gods, now allied in opposing monoliths they called Pantheons, soon caught wind of what he was doing, and their fury, their terror, was frightening to behold. Uyyeh wasn’t one to attract attention, and he certainly wasn’t one to linger when he did, so the god of the Eldrich retreated to his shadows… but the gods followed. And so he sidled along the edge of the world … but the gods followed. And so he plunged into the unknown lands beyond land and water… and the gods followed. And then, suddenly, he was gone. (Something… happens? Somewhere beyond the Earth and Water, Uyyeh has disappeared.)  And so ends the Fourth Day.  Days Remaining – 1 hashashash fucked around with this message at 14:11 on Sep 11, 2020 |
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Zyrden posted:
Too late for that update, but these action will be counted for the next one
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 Gravefeeld, Lord of Undeath Godmana: 35 + 30 = 65 The wretched voice of Bill Murray fills the ether. The human Jons have been a waste for my efforts, they are both far from the big sleep, and the inevitable raising that would follow. I will move on to an old foe. The Trees of the Great Wilder devoured me in my last form, and while I am not the same form the same body, I can still remember the pain of them ripping me apart. Time to make their lands a horrid forrest of undeath, where the dead make their home. It will be likened to a graveyard, a place to remember your lost. One might describe it as a Mourning Wood. I will spread the plague of undeath in the lands of the Great Wilder, it will kill off all living things with it's sickening symptoms, and raise them back as undead Jonbies. I cannot remember if the trees can move? Godmana -15 The Star-Elves are close to the subservient Jons that are the humans, and will make a great means to affecting them without me directly affecting them. I will give the the arts of necromancy, the knowledge of raising the dead and bending the dead to their will. hopefully they get it right. Godmana - 5 New Godmana: 65 - 20 = 45
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Everybody who was present in the previous round,  give yourself 30 godmana pointsAnd here's a reminder of the traits and locations of the Peoples: Humans of the Human Kingdom Susceptible  Hyperthymesia  Drunkard  Insane  Shunned Decadent  Slothful  Hyperthymesia Fire Ants of the Realm of Bet-Erin and An Firebelcher  Great Trees of the Great Wilder Dull  Wroth  Warlike  Rabid  Intolerant  Great Trees of the Willowood Craven  Changelings (no homeland) Shapeshifter  Parasite Worms of the Swamplands Craven Fecund  Parasite Wyrm of the Swamplands Fecund Living Mountains Resistant  Star Elves of Starlit Valley and the Starry Peaks Wroth Cruel  Depressed  Hyperthymesia Angels of the Topless Tower Demigod  Flight  Proud  Intolerant Living Sap (no homeland) - Piscans of the Piscan Waters Deep Sea Dwellers  Nomads  Light Beings (no homeland) - Antari of the Land Bridges Intelligent  Jinn (no homeland) Erratic  Spellworkers  Mu-Dhroll of the Starlit Valley Content  Volcanics (no homeland) Slow  Immobile  Playful  In addition, all races are Static  and everyone except Star Elves have Karmic Reincarnation 
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 Athruithe Beaga goddess of Mutation and Doombane The champion of creation hefted her newly forged spear of Doombane and felt its great power, an idea made into a tool of violent intentions. She raised it high, spinning it through the air and forming invisible currents in the fabric of creation. From her spear, which is word made idea made alliance made physical made metaphysical, she created an inverse. If her foes were to revel in destruction then destruction would revel in them and their children. A curse upon the doom-bound! All thinking things existing in this physical world who worship the pantheon of destruction shall die or decay faster. (20 godmana) 85 Godmana: 50-10-10+45-10-10-10+40-10-5-5-10-5-5-5+35-20-20-20-5+30-20=20 current Clayren fucked around with this message at 05:01 on Jul 23, 2020 |
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How did I die without manifesting? I was just trying to make them worship me not manifest as a living god. My action was: "Inspire worship from the Living Mountains, as their forms reflect Oriax's portfolio." E: Also should the Antari not have intelligence/philosophy traits due to my roll of 103? TravelLog fucked around with this message at 01:49 on Jul 23, 2020 |
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TravelLog posted:How did I die without manifesting? I was just trying to make them worship me not manifest as a living god. Yep, added the trait And gods can die without manifesting if your roll is particuarly awful, it's been happening this whole time. Manifesting just makes it more likely, since you can be physically wounded and die in-game through the actions of others hashashash fucked around with this message at 01:53 on Jul 23, 2020 |
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Kata'an, god of Waves, Travel, and the Sky Kata'an placed in the mind of the Angels of the Topless Tower a desire to show off the fine works of their proud civilization across the world. To accomplish this they would build a magnificent airborne-trading route or "Skyway" curving around from the Topless Tower through the inhabited lands (Swamp, Willowwood, Piscan Waters, probably skipping the Great Wilder unless the Trees there calm down) down to the domain of the Living Mountains on the other side of the world. Additionally an Order of Angels would be formed, They Who Cross The Sky, similar in nature to Xa's old Order of the Wandering Flames, to continuously travel back and forth along the route. A pilgrimage of continuous motion, obliged to assist travelers upon the Skyway whenever they could. And from these miraculous activities, Kata'an would hope to spread the Pantheon of Creation to the Angels. Godmana: 30 > 60 > 45 Spread the trading route: 39 Establish an order of Angels that travels the route even if the trade route bombs: 65 Preach to the Angels: 69
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Eispas, Prince of the Stars 30 Godmana Eispas was troubled at the state of the King of Men and his realm, which held so many of his followers. How could they be safe under the rule of a slavering beast? With his might, Eispas sent starlight down to the King of Men, to either purge him of his beastly corruption or free his soul from its cursed body. 20 Godmana. Cleanse the Beast-King: 1d100 24 Knowing he had failed, Eispas decided to ordain an earthly champion to do what he could not. Starlight will fall on a chosen Astromancer priest in the human lands, empowering him to challenge the Beast-King for the Human throne. [10 Godmana] Empower a Champion Against the Beast: 1d100 64 [0 Godmana remaining]
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Hashim posted:Yep, added the trait Got it. I'll probably sit out the rest but this was a lot of fun!
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From a small tear in the northernmost cosmos, someone had left a door open while the heat was running, and a cold draft was let in. Brrr god of the Freezing Cold And so Brrr beheld a world stricken by a summer neverending, a place where life knew nothing but of heat and growth and rot and heat. He saw the humans kingdom beneath him, a kingdom of summer that had never known the honing edge of cold, and He decided, perhaps the world needed to be a bit more chill. Brrr pulls the cold from the edges of the world to a new epicenter slightly north of the human kingdom, forming an ice cap which covers half the northern continent and the oceans around it. https://orokos.com/roll/829548 1d100+1d20: 43 Godmana : 50 - 30 = 20 (I've been watching your game and it looks like a tremendous amount of fun, and you're putting in a ton of effort to make things flow smoothly. Keep it up, it's been wonderful to read and makes me really want to participate!) Onehandclapping fucked around with this message at 02:31 on Jul 23, 2020 |
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The Ca, La, Ka, Ma, Ra, Na, and Oh, Mortal-Gods of Division, Survival and Unity [65GP] [65GP+30turn=95GP] The Divided kneeled over, picking up a Mu-dhroll waddling nearby. They held it this, way, they held it that way, they turned it up down and all around very much confusing the poor thing terribly. But with a sigh, the Divided sat down, set the Mu-Dhroll on their knee and stared. "You were everything I intended you to be." "Given the ways of fate, perhaps it is for the best you ended up nothing more than that; yet it feels lacking that is all you are." The Mu-Dhroll gives a blank look. "I think what you require is a head start on your civilization. But what could... Oh. Yes, that might do." "You little beings are as care-free as you please, but what if you had something to believe in?" "Very well. Let's start with that." The Ca-Ra-Oh aim to teach the Mu-Dhroll The Unified Way of Clay and Stone; a peaceful, polytheistic region focused on building fortifications and working the environment to their collective benefit. Also worshipping the Divided God, sometimes : 1d100+1d20 31 "...Understand?" The Mu-Dhroll squints, cogs turning it's little brain as it seriously, purposefully thinks for once in it's life... ...Then falls off The Divided's knee, tumbling backwards down a gentle incline. "Well that could have gone better." [95-5=90GP] Arcanuse fucked around with this message at 02:47 on Jul 23, 2020 |
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Death. Death after days of not existing. Truly, this was a terrible fate for anyone to behold. But for the goddess of magic, this would not be the end. No, for the last sparks of her magic fell to the earth, and formed a new body for her. She was no longer the Hag of Ages. No, for the Crimson Robe's betrayal of its creator was enough to fill the last wisps of her will with hatred for life. But--whether it be because of a lingering sympathy for life, or a simple whim, she wasn't going to just kill everyone. She would do something far worse.  She was Moira, Goddess of Necromancy, and she would grant them life in death. Initial GP: 35+30=65 She first looked to the Living Mountains, and thought that they deserved nothing more than her absolute hatred. After all, they had spurned her gifts. She tossed a fragment of her power to their enemies, the Living Trees, not even noticing it strike the Living Sap in her rage against the Mountains. (Grant the Living Sap the Power of Necromancy, -20gp=45) Enough of the Mountains. She took a deep breath, and blew. A sickeningly sweet gust of air rushed across the World's Center, and the dead began to walk once more. (Revive Exiled Humans As Lichs, -30GP=15) Then, she looked as the most powerful of the Lichs, and decided to grant them a boon. She whipped the greatest of her necromantic magics together, and placed it into a tome. Then she dropped it in front of the greatest of the Lichs, those who were more than mere bones held together by dark magics, to teach them the power of Necromancy. (Create the Artifact, the Book of the Dead, -5gp=10) She then watched, and waited for her efforts to bear fruit. Current GP: 10 (Please note that official Necromancer wear, as stated in Chapter 16(Fashion) of the Book of the Dead is a Plague Doctor outfit with a pointy hat.)
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Rager tried once again to bring to life the creature's he'd thought up to populate his new cathedral. The fun loving mischievous (if not a bit too fond of the wine) Satyr. Satyr take 2: 1d100+1d20 101 He learned from his earlier mistakes and did it right this time. Finally a race of creatures that were his ideals brought to life.  The energy he was amassing was slowly but surely dwindling. He was glad it was done now because he may not have the energy to do something so grand again unless he rested for a while. Perhaps in the future he'd have to teach them how to make wine for themselves. Remaining Godmana - 0
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Pyroi posted:
Gravefeeld, Lord of Undeath Godmana: 45 Yes excellent, someone to do my work for me, better than a pathetic Jon, a succesful Liz! We shall make great undeath together. To help in our endeavors I shall once again attempt to create a society for those interested in undeath. A secret society of necromancers, undead, and those with interests in spreading undeath shall be created, named the Six Feet Under Club. They will attempt to spread the plague of undeath in there realm as well as cast necromantic spells and do general undead-esque things. We shall stop all this resting together Moira, I expect great things from our endeavors from here on out. New Godmana: 45 - 5 = 40 Why must I be awake, why can I not nap? It is his doing, his want, I cannot go against him. The Final Monday will come either way.
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Gods working together, a world at strife. Two pantheons amok. One desiring destruction, the other not. It was time for a little bright spot in life. This interesting turn of events summons forth... Miney, the god of Friendship. They peered at the world from a distance and looked upon its inhabitants, taking particular note of the peaceful, playful Volcanics formed by the destruction god. Immobile as they were, they could not move around much, and so could not get new friends. And so, Miney attempts to grant these intrepid volcanic creatures a far reaching aura, which will compel anyone passing nearby to seek out and befriend them, at all costs. Godmana 50 -> 30 Wit that done, Miney takes the moment to make himself scarce and leave them to it. He then looks over the world, observing the fractured land closely... And then, with good intentions in his mind, attempted to raise a grand longhouse that would welcome all those who are friends or friendly, which he dubbed Vän, located to the northwest of the Topless Tower Godmana 30->25 Fairly pleased with his creation, he moved on. In one last effort to prove his good intentions, Miney henceforth attempted to give each and every creature on this world the power of the Friendship Pact, giving them the ability to make pacts that would ensure that the only way their friendship would be broken is by death itself. Godmana 25->5 Well, it seemed ineffectual, but Miney was done for the day regardless. BraveLittleToaster fucked around with this message at 06:05 on Jul 23, 2020 |
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Vivien-Alterra, god of Cleansing Godmana: 20 -> 50 -> 30 -> 25 Oh no - oh dear! This simply wouldn't do! The specific human that Vivien-Alterra had tried to help had gone mad and transformed into a rabid beast, and the Black Ants that she had tried to teach the healing arts to were utterly annihilated! At the very least, the goddess had hoped that the Black Ants new curative practices would help make them into a valuable sub-race permitted to live among the Fire Ants, but alas, it was not to be... The Cleansing goddess saw so many new races appearing among the gods' creations. All of them had some validity for existence, but many of them were flawed. Vivien-Alterra saw a way to solve it. So many of the gods had thrown themselves at either elevating or cursing the Great Trees of the Great Wilder. None of them had paid any attention to the cowardly Great Trees of the Willowood. It was time to change that. Teach all the Great Trees of the Willowood the magic of Symbiosis, allowing them to meld with other peoples to cure them of racial limitations and curses: 1d100+1d20 106 - Hooray! Eureka! That was quite some success! With any luck, Vivien-Alterra hoped that the Great Trees of the Willowood might start curing each other of being Craven and begin wandering the world, offering their transcendental healing experiences to those in most in need. The goddess wanted the Great Trees of the Willowood to integrate with the humans of their continent, to spread to other islands and land masses, and ultimately to soothe the rage of the Great Trees and Mountains of the Great Wilder and beyond! Create an order of the Great Trees of the Willowood dedicated to Vivien-Alterra that spreads the magic of Symbiosis to humans and beyond: 1d100+1d20 28 - Maybe... just... not right away?! Lux Anima fucked around with this message at 05:51 on Jul 23, 2020 |
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Jul 23, 2020 05:43
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Tse-Goa god of Opening Godmana: 40 ->70 -> It appears the people living in this world do not care for the message. Very well, perhaps an inspiration demonstation...or 3... is in order. With he earth thiccer than ever, it just needs a small, personal touch With a powerful heave he splits open the center of the world, turning the landmass into the abyss with he volcano in the center. The Gap widens considerably. That would be 30 godmana https://orokos.com/roll/829682 what is the love of gently caress is that luck?
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Jul 23, 2020 08:22
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 Uyyeh , god of the E̶͔͈̐̕ľ̶̩̠͚͑d̶͉̝͗͂͂̀r̷͕̮̈́̎i̷̢̝͙̐͆t̶͇͔̣͚̓̑͌͛̆c̸̜̰̫͚͕͝h̸̟̩̹̙̲͋̒͠, is gone. But an e̶̖͉͛́̎́̂c̴̳̫̤̮͒͋̍h̸̬͈̭̬̬̅o̷̲̟͇̟̾͝ remains. Between the weft and weave of the people's tapestry, the shape of her s̴̤̉̑ô̷̙͆ṅ̵͎g̸̛̛̫ still whispers, a shadow cast by darkness now absent. The echos of Uyyeh sing in riddle-song cast in dream. A paradox wrought of eldritch power, a challenge to be unraveled by those of sharp mind and strong spirit, who can venture into its dreaming darkness and make it their own. To this mortal, the Paradox Diadem, a dream-artifact of eldritch shadow is awarded. While no physical thing, it shows in its bearer's shadow. (5 godmana is spent by the Dream Echo to create the 'power|artifact|blessing' that will always find its way to a "qualified" wielder) In the dreams of humanity, the echo takes pleasure in their twisting of Gravefeeld's wisdom to control their own nature. In shadow song it whispers, bidding the bold and the cunning to descend into dream, to venture into their own truth and make of it as they will. (5 godmana is spent grant humans the power to modify their own beings should they have the will to do so) Before the echo goes quiet for a time, it bids the dreamers that look beyond themselves to look inward and outward, to cast themselves into dream and dark in hopes of finding one another and together seek a path beyond the limitations of the tapestry that binds them. (5 godmana is spent to create a secret society/religion of dreamers) The echo fades, but does not dissipate. So long as there are dreams, so to will there be whispers. 15/30 godmana. The echo, being only a vestige of Uyyeh imprinted into the dreams of all beings, will spend no more than half the total godmana available, except on the final day. Also Hashim, if you're cool with it, at the next day could you roll to see if any of the people manage to 'reconstruct' enough of Uyyeh's "song" to use some of the accumulated godmana for their own ends. Rubix Squid fucked around with this message at 13:38 on Jul 23, 2020 |
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Jul 23, 2020 13:29
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Rubix Squid posted:15/30 godmana. Craft an artifact: 102 Grant Humans self-modification: 100 Create a religion: 101 drat, grab another couple Aspects. And yeah, sure, just mention it whenever you want it done. hashashash fucked around with this message at 16:27 on Jul 23, 2020 |
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Jul 23, 2020 16:24
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It was scarce days after power had been solidified in An that the Fire Ant's new God-Ruler began to change yet again. The Fire Ants knew Bet as a decisive, violent and capricious King, and were surprised and perhaps slightly relieved when His more extreme tendencies slowly started to moderate. Where before He would be liable to viciously slaughter any messenger or dignitary that thought to bring poor news, such incidents became rarer and rarer, the God-Ruler becoming more and more withdrawn, prone to emotional bouts of melancholy. Finally, Bet excused Himself from His new kingdom and spent many days secluded in An's royal chambers. Reports of screaming and ranting from within unsettled the guards deeply. When the doors opened once more, Erin had returned. Her face was one of abject sorrow and misery, laden with the knowledge that Her hated other half had undone Her work. The creations she laboured for were now but mockeries, twisted to destroy and bring death. For a time, She remained in seclusion, appearing time and again to ensure that An and the kingdom Bet had created would continue along - in time, She resolved not to blame the Fire Ants for their deeds, for they had followed in the misguided footsteps of Her other face. They, too, were creations of a sort, and though She knew that any good She tried to foster would only be manipulated later, it was still Her duty to try. Perhaps they could be saved yet. She set about Her new work with a renewed vigor, eager to get as much done as possible before Bet made good His inevitable return. First, She attempted to give rise to a second city, Lu, in the gulf to the south of An, which would hopefully serve as a natural progression of the Kingdom. https://orokos.com/roll/829726 (-5 mana, 70 left) But the Fire Ants refused, busily training and preparing themselves for the next war. Unwilling to give up, Erin proceeded to attempt to enrich the lands of An and the Kingdom, to better lay down the building blocks of empire building - the lands would be fertile, the mountains rich with ore, the lands made profitable. https://orokos.com/roll/829727 (-30 mana, 40 left) It would be some time before She could tell if such efforts were successful. To further encourage the Fire Ants to grow prosperous and diligent, She imbued within them a desire to create, to raise large the towers and buildings of An and to relish in the fine art of architecture. https://orokos.com/roll/829728 (-20 mana, 20 left)
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Jul 23, 2020 17:17
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Miney, the God of Friendship stirs from their rest a little bit later, now bored. He had little godmana left, but wanted to make one last mark before the day passed. And so in the halls of Vän, he brought forth into existence the Friendship Bracelet, a powerful artifact only wearable by the most friendly of beings that would happen upon it, which would prevent anybody from having a desire to harm or hate the wearer. Godmana: 5 -> 0 With that done, he retired for the day, content with his lot.
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Jul 23, 2020 17:43
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Athruithe Beaga goddess of Mutation and Doombane In those days the lands were beset by war without ending, as creation and destruction raged on in conflict. In the west the great fire-breathing ants made war upon all, in the east stalwart mountain giants stood against the tides of bloodthirsty trees and from the heart of the world poured forth an endless number of terrors and calamities. Beyond the Greene Sanctum only the great north was spared from this ceaseless violence. Here the peaceful willows rested their roots and traded with wyrm, man and angel. The goddess Athruithe Beaga saw this and was fearful that an invasion might bring war to the north. Through priests and prophets she commanded that a great fortress city be built by the wyrms and worms, both above ground and below, Mór Domhain: The Depthless Gate, to protect the north from all destructive forces. (5 godmana) 106 From the earth were dug many stones and the city rose high above, while deep chasms extended below.  Turning her attention to the humans, the goddess felt great love for the beast king Wyldewan and his mutating body. She crafted a new artifact for him, an amulet formed from bone which would allow him to return himself to his previous state. It did not go well. (5 godmana) 24 Godmana: 50-10-10+45-10-10-10+40-10-5-5-10-5-5-5+35-20-20-20-5+30-20-10=10 current Clayren fucked around with this message at 17:57 on Jul 23, 2020 |
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Jul 23, 2020 17:55
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Name: Riplastene Aspect: Demigods, Flight Godmana: 25 + 30 - 5 - 5 - 20= 25 Riplastene was happy again. His angels were disappointing but these new Jim were exciting indeed. Spellwork was impressive indeed! Before the wandering God did anything else, he spoke to his new children and ordered them to "make a gateway on the steps of the volcano and ensorcel it to send travelers into the heavens. We must begin the exodus of this land for the divine spark." Order Jinn to make a gateway to heaven She then flew to the angels and ordered them thusly as well, "fly to the volcano and build a fortress to withstand all other races. It shall defend you until the exodus is complete" Order an angelic fortress Finally, he dove into the depths of the seas to find the piscines. He found their clutches of eggs and touched them with his spark. Those that fly and those that swim are similar indeed. He would create flying piscine to join the air and water for eternity. Create flying piscine demigods
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Jul 23, 2020 17:57
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The Ca, La, Ka, Ma, Ra, Na, and Oh, Mortal-Gods of Division, Survival and Unity [90GP] The trio-in-on sits there, staring at their empty-headed creations. Certainly the Divided could try this whole creation thing again, indeed they intended to do so. But did the world really need another species at the moment? No, probably not. So while it wasn't much of the Divided's thing, they would make a smoking pipe. Yes, a pipe that eases thinking; divides large problems into myriad smaller ones that may be solved individually before combining them into a singular solution. ...Perhaps this was in the Divided's field after all? The Ca-Ra-Oh, Mortal-Gods of Division, Survival and Unity attempt to create the Thinking Pipe.: 1d100+1d20 59 One puff. Two. Yes, it seemed to work about right, but something was missing. Shrugging, the divided offer the pipe to a nearby Mu-Dhroll and- Wait. Waaait. Oh. There it is. The Mu-Dhroll don't even have mouths, how are they going to smoke this? Light up the lea- Oh. There weren't any leaves. Forget how the Mu-Dhroll might try to use the pipe, how did the Divided do that? Lost in thought, the pipe tumbles from the Divided's hands towards one of the Mu-Dhroll toddling about everywhere. Eying it up carefully, unaware of any reasons they couldn't, the Mu-Dhroll decides to give it a puff of their own... [90-5=85GP]
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Jul 23, 2020 18:07
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Slaan posted:Riplastene was happy again. His angels were disappointing but these new Jim were exciting indeed. Spellwork was impressive indeed! Before the wandering God did anything else, he spoke to his new children and ordered them to "make a gateway on the steps of the volcano and ensorcel it to send travelers into the heavens. We must begin the exodus of this land for the divine spark." Gateway to heaven: 4 Raise an angelic fortress on the Volcano: 85 Create flying Piscans: 20
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Jul 23, 2020 18:08
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Gravefeeld, Lord of Undeath Godmana: 40 I must still do something about these horrid trees, they must not go unpunished for what they did to the one i once was. His bones, they still rest there. I shall make them into a temple of undeath. I shall make a temple of undeath from the corpse of Gahrfeeld in the Great Wilder, radiating with undead energy. Necromancers and Undead will find respite here, as well as help spread undeath in the region. I hope even it's corpse isn't so lazy as to not allow something to form from it. New Godmana: 40 - 5 = 35
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Jul 23, 2020 18:20
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As another act, Erin was keenly aware of the multitudes of voices that had gone silent among Her peers - even those who remained in the Heavens were far from safe. She did not fear Her own demise, for that at least would bring about an end to Her doppelganger as well, but the idea of leaving their mutual creation without a guiding hand unsettled Her. To this end, She labored to fashion an heir to their God Realm - Era, a demigoddess that would take the features of both Ant and God, who would forge Her own destiny and lead the Kingdom some day. https://orokos.com/roll/829747 It would be some time before She knew how successful this would be - if Era was brought into existence, Erin had a hunch that She would be willful. - 10 Mana, cost of a Living God. 10 mana left.
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Jul 23, 2020 18:51
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Khurol, God of Life and Civilisation 45 Godmana Khurol Raised three great cities for the living sap, and invoked three hero-kings from amongst their number. (6 5-point actions, 30 godmana spent.)
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Jul 23, 2020 19:10
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AJ_Impy posted:Khurol Raised three great cities for the living sap, and invoked three hero-kings from amongst their number. (6 5-point actions, 30 godmana spent.) First sap city: 49 First sap hero-king: 1 Second sap city: 69 Second sap hero-king: 99 Third sap city: 88 Third sap hero-king: 61
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Jul 23, 2020 19:20
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Feesh, god of coastal waters, sea creatures, and exploration 30 godbux Feesh looked upon the cities of the other races with envy. Its creations were always on the move, so how could they build a city of their own unless... Feesh had an idea. What if the cities moved on the backs of large creatures? The god of many things wet got to work. First it would need large creatures capable of supporting such weight. Feesh took some of the hard-shelled creatures that scuttled along the seafloor and attempted to make them grow to colossal size 30->10 Make city sized crabs: 27 Well that was unfortunate. At least it could proselytize the faith of the pantheon of creation to its charges 10->5 Spread the pantheon of creation to the piscans: 84 And well, that seemed to work out okay, so Feesh decided to build a temple city in the deeps as a waypoint along which the piscans can stop on their journeys. 5->0 Build a temple city as a stopping point on the nomadic routes: 1 Uh oh
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Jul 23, 2020 21:54
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Khurol, God of Life and Civilisation 15 Godmana Khurol felt his time drawing short, and seeing the foulness of undeath, decided to rectify it permanently and in perpetuity, expending the last of his existence as the God of life to make it stick. Death curse upon all undead, that they be restored to true life, immediately or upon creation, in perpetuity. All undead shall become living, now and forever.: 1d100+1d20 50
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Jul 23, 2020 22:19
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 Jester, God of Chaos 50 godmana "Much too dull! There's no fun anywhere! Looks like I have to do something about this. Let's see how they get anywhere when point A doesn't connect to point B anymore, it connects to point F! Maybe you're just trying to go next door, but you end on the other side of the world instead." Warp the fabric of the world. 30 Godmana "Hmm. Those things look like they have potential... I could have fun with them." Whisper the secrets of travelling through those pathways to the changelings 5 Godmana Jester whispers into changelings' ears, "Let chaos reign." Form a religious sect with the changelings, called the Wild Cards 5 Godmana 10 Godmana
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Jul 24, 2020 00:44
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Marluxia posted:Warp the fabric of the world. 30 Godmana Warp the fabric of the world: 113 (grab another Aspect) Grant the secret to travelling to the changelings: 5 (oof) Form a religion: 57
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Jul 24, 2020 01:52
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Echo of Uyyeh, god of the E̵l̸d̵r̸i̷t̶c̶h̷, Dreams, and Darkness Taking the aspects of Dreams and Darkness. Sing the S̶͈̉̄ ̷̥̿͐Ĥ̶̦͇͑ ̵̜̯̽Ả̷̡͓̕ ̵͙̰̿Ḑ̷͓̿ ̵͕̯́Ö̶̡͇́̏ ̸̝͗̈́W̴̟͆̈ song Ä̶̤́ ̷͓̠͊D̸̫͕̋̀ ̵̗̆R̷͈̰͝ ̵͖̏̅E̵̺̼͋͠ ̴͙̐̀Ȁ̷͈͐ ̵̪̽M̸̧̠͋ In the mist, an U̷̦͖͊̀ ̸̹̮̋͂Ḿ̸̹̚ ̸̖̔B̵̦̳̃̅ ̷̛̲́R̷̲̩̒ ̵̳̅̑Ã̵͍ ̷̬̄̄L̸̪͝ gate, step through D̶̬͂̑ ̷͇̗̈I̸̹̎ ̶͍͗̍S̶̩͂ ̶̘̾͐͜T̶͈̪̈̀ ̵̼͂̓O̵̩̅ ̶̢̆R̴̫̐́ ̷̱̠̈̈́T̷̟͙̀̅ your truth, own your S̴̨̥̈́ ̶̜̑H̴̥̀ ̵͔͈̌Ạ̵̬̈́͂ ̷͙̔͝P̴̱̘͒ ̵̭̤͂Ẹ̷́ Reach through the mirror, become your S̴̛͎͉͂ ̷͖͂̿Ò̸͍̹ ̷̦̈́͝N̶̟̂ ̸̙̒G̷̢̙̃͐ Ỷ̸̯̯͝ ̸̡̑͐O̸̠̲̕ ̵͖͙̎̅Ű̴͙͐ have always been the N̷͙̕ ̴̞͖͆̓E̸̗͓̒ ̵̰͗W̴͇̳͒ you
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Jester, God of Chaos and Non-Euclidean Geometry Gains the aspect of Non-Euclidean Geometry
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