[PDQ] Brave New World (Started/Open)

[Methodia Chicken]

Gi'zeal - Ap 13 - MP 2 - Guran
Already reading over the board it was apparent that the activity in the hunt and the influence of the seeds were increasing the activity and greed of the bounty hunters guild across the mu and reefs, all trying to outdo the counterparts in lands unseen.
Gi'zeal watched the hunters too cowardly to face the true horrors of the hunt claim rewards from heiro for collecting the equipment and remains of those too stupid to know better.
He saw those who had far too few weapons for far too many scars from the hunt trade out deathworms for criminals and escaped destrias, and he saw the most prideful of great hunters drive themselves into harms way for the name of supremacy or glory alone, that and the seed.
Business was good here, he hoped the other gods would be nice enough to turn their backyard into a monster infested hell sometime soon.

It was at this point still wandering the mountain fortress he saw the tree approach, he felt the eye not too far behind. He felt lellaini, the psion then that was about it before the tree began to loom over the mountain lowering over it as if to crash into it.
There was a mighty strong desire pulling it down, the psion was not happy about something, Gi'zeal felt it might be worthwhile to go up there and see the situation for himself. Before root met mountainside and he didn?t get the chance, he?d seen the pison maddened before encased in that block of lava this could end very badly.
Before he could act to go up there to get a better look a greater power shook him, something greater flowing around the world? outside of it. the shadowy one was trying to collect the dead. Well Gi'zeal would have some say in what happened to the departed, this was more important, he this could FastTrack so many of his plans.
?Thank you so much for this gift, shadowy one. I hope the living will find it just as much a blessing a chance for things never before possible? the dead ? well perhaps it will serve as a motivator?

Spoiler: assist

+4 need + 2 civilization
Gi'zeal will add his own sub-realm into Oswald?s realm of the dead

Spoiler: The Ethereal sea/The Debtor?s Depths

The Ethereal sea
A beautiful endlessly wide sea, calm and unfathomably deep, various islands litter the place. The living who enter here and the dead un-weighed by debts are able to effortlessly float or boat wherever they please, out of this realm and into others.


The Debtor?s Depths
The dead that arrive upon the sea bearing personal debts are less fortunate. Be they unpaid loans, unkempt promises, cultural onus or strong personal guilt to another, any form of debt will become like a physical weight to those who enter the sea after death.
Small debts may only slow their movement across the place, but larger ones will drag them under, the deeper they go the more effects of the sea they will feel, at first a chill, then crushing pressure, at last an eternity of drowning.

These debts can be repaid by the souls even after death to their intended, should the enter the place, or by directly granting service or power to Oswald or Gi'zeal.

Spoiler: Guardian

A Toll
While it is free for the uninhibited to exit the sea into other realms those entering both living and dead must pay a fee, the cost is relative to some fraction of their soul which may be paid in various ways, material wealth, physical health or even directly in debt that will weigh them after death. This fraction will increase with repeat journeys

The cost of removing the dead back to the land of the living is far greater the toll equal to the entire person they are trying to remove plus the weight of their debt. Beyond directly switching places this is very costly.

This is enforced by the gateways themselves, they will not open without payment and if bypassed they will claim appropriate payment without warning.

(I suppose this is my action? Maybe?)
+4 need +2 diplomacy at the gate in gi?zeal as Henrietta sets that up, +2 civilization
Difficulty: 9 Town Action Cost 3 AP ? I think it's an enchantment on the gates, I'm not actually sure where this falls.

The Gateway will be within the harbor of the city of Gi'zeal a massive sea-gate that appears to go into the opulent rize.

******​

The crew of the emissary were speechless at what they found. the underwater city had been a wonder but this was, this was beyond comprehension.

The floating tree descended towards the mountain before them, they could see great action taking place but it was still too distant.
Kadai Clung to the furthest edge of the ship his will rushing it to incredible speeds, the wind almost threatening to whip people off the deck the sped towards the sight, bellow them a forest of deadly creatures went unseen before them the massive aerial tree and bleak mountain fortress grew larger and larger until they were flying in a lazy circle around the now stationary scene.
aside from a chorus of "whoa" the ship was still beyond articulating what they had seen, they had glimpsed unknown gods at work or perhaps in combat, not like those of the mu who hid behind politics or in volcanoes but in a massive open display, they wondered if they had just witnessed an event like the creation of the floem.

Once the crew and captains had gathered their senses to something close to functionality they began to descend towards the mountain at Kadai's order, when questioned why he replied still distracted by what he had seen

"We've followed that tree across an ocean, if might be the first time the people of this mountain have seen it too.
We never got into that underwater city, it was a wonder I will never see." his voice fell with disappointment for a brief moment before rising again "But damn that place and it's wet streets, right now we are before something even more incredible and we have an opportunity to remove that sort of obstacle for so many others, we'll act as a ferry service, let as many see that magnificent tree as we can."

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

Taumel - 9ap, 0mp - Jadedjinn river

Taumel heard Oswald's call for aid, and felt his action. She decided that making a realm for her dead would be fitting. It would be done in such a way that the living would be inspired by the place, tales would be told about the halls of the dead and everyone of ambition among her people would strive to gain access through their deeds in life. Those who failed would end up somewhere else, but she didn't much care for them.

Those who gained access would be those who fell in battle, those who served the reef and those who devoted their lives to the exploration of science. Heroic deeds would be rewarded as well as long as the individual didn't stray from the path as they grew older.

Anyone who hadn't served the reef or thought of Taumel as their guide in life would be denied access to the golden halls. There would be no end to the food and the drinks. The music would always fit the person that was listening, even if it meant they heard different tunes. All the heroes among her people, and all the people of note would mingle with each other. The Golden halls would be massive.

<spoiler=Assist>+4 Psionics, +2 Evolution, +2 Knowledge.

 

[Thomas Barnsley]

Sraker - Nightmare Hunt, 212

Several hours and twice as many wildlife skirmishes later, Lord Sraker and his new friend Rajik were finally able to lay eyes on the enchanted Crafting Table.
"Hmmm..." Raj murmered, laying his hands flat upon the wooden surface as he leaned in for closer inspection. Behind him Sraker began to slowly circle the area, attention divided between keeping watch and examining the Thaloc's activity.
"I assume you do actually know how to operate this table, Raj?" he warned. "I would hate to return from this diversion with you empty handed."
Raj spared the circling demi-god a glance before returning his attention to a set of rotating wooden slats.
"Do not worry, m'Lord Sraker." he said calmly. "Raj knows what he must do. Have heard many times from many people."
He reached up to run a scaled finger along the slats, as one would when browsing a bookshelf. Locating his object of desire Raj removed something from the arrangement and laid it upon the bench. It's surface morphed, generating a series of depressions with varying shapes and sizes.
Intrigued by the supernatural display, Sraker halted in his pacing to watch closer.
"This is the recipe." Raj said, seeing his companion's renewed interest. He pointed to the thing he had removed from the rotating slat.
"When Raj puts it on surface, it make room for ingredients." he continued, indicating the depressions. "Watch now..."
Raj removed a small travel pack from his shoulders, setting it down next to the depressions and opening it. From within he produced a variety of objects. Every one of them could fit perfectly into a corresponding depression.
Finally, from his belt the scavenger pulled the two Alpha Nithoggr fangs. Upon placing them into the two remaining tooth-shaped depressions, all ingredients disappeared.
In their place, a dagger flashed into existence.
"There we go!" Raj hissed triumphantly, gently picking up the knife and holding it up to the meagre light. "See m'Lord? Raj knows."
"Incredible..." Sraker whispered, looking over the reptile's shoulder at the knife. "Let me see it."
While the demi-god examined the knife, Raj set about replacing the recipe within its rotating slat and repacking his bag. He noticed as he did so that a small dagger replica had appeared at the side of one of the three wooden dolls, signifying that the available limit on item sets was one step closer to being full.
Presently Sraker spoke up behind him.
"No one would go to the trouble of doing this for a mere dagger. What else can this weapon do?"
"Each product has different special property. Necklaces never lose shine. Daggers like one you got never lose edge. Things like that."
"Necklaces? What else can this thing make?"
Once again Raj leaned in to read the rotating slats.
"You make belts... Boots... Swords... Bracers... Hats..."
Sraker looked up from the dagger, Feyeath ear pricking as though they had just sensed a mating call.
"Hats? What kind of hats?"

Katya - Crystal Landing, 212

The things I do for duty...
The Lady Tribune pulled back an eyelid, better to see inspect its sclera in the reflective surface of her washbasin. What she searched for was barely distinguishable... But undeniably there.
A black film had stretched itself over her eyes, darkening them to a rheumatic grey, blurring the once sharply defined angle of her feline pupils. As of yet Katya had notice no dramatic reduction in her ability to see, but she couldn't kid herself; her questioning of the Mucronomicon this evening had brought her one larger step closer to blindness.
Looking on the bright side, she had at least learned some very interesting things about Lady Henrietta's meeting with Esther. From what the book had divulged, their conversation had covered the following things:

Bounty hunters. That had been Esther's 'gift'; the head of a bounty hunter who had been handed over as an apology of some sort by Henrietta. The pirates had taken issue with people hunting them, so a deal had been made to mitigate that.

The Banshee and her pirate army. Little was known about this, but it had certainly come up. It was likely that they were involved in another possible deal of some kind.

Lady Tribune Katya Gothuin and the Mucronomicon. Perhaps most interesting of all, Henrietta had raised this topic during the conversation with her pirate guest. She encouraged Esther to arrange the meeting with the Lady Tribune, suggesting that she might use it as an opportunity to scour through the Mucronomicon for 'useful information'.

In Katya's mind, these facts were direct enough to back an accusation of high treason against Henrietta Cicera.
How she would go about such a thing, however, she could not even begin to decide...

Arora - 7AP, 1MP - Utanokogen, 212

At the time of Oswald's announcement, Ajax and Arora were encamped at the chilly outskirts of Utanokogen. They had been asleep, an uncommon luxury for the goddess, but the familiar voice in her head had her eyes open in an instant.
A place for the dead to rest? Arora thought. That is something we need... But what could I possibly add?
The goddess lay awake thinking for quite some time. Devoting it to Sraker was always an option, but that would be a waste of its other potential uses. The Coven of Felissa could do with extra resources an entire realm provided, but when she could think of no uses other than those of a glorified warehouse her mind turned to other things.

Eventually, she came to the Mucronomicon.

Thus far, the book had been used solely as an instrument of governance. It documented history, kept records, and helped in the ministration of law. In these ways it was a great help to the people of Mucron.
Yet it did fall short in a few unfortunate areas. It was impersonal, viewing the past and present with complete emotionless subjectivity, and anything written in it was difficult to spread to the general public. These were necessary evils for the sake of security, but now was a chance to bring about the best of both worlds.

Spoiler: ASSIST!

Assist Oswald with the creation of his Labyrinth with +2 wisdom (memory elements), +2 truth (educational elements), and +4 love (part of assist applies to lovers).
Firstly she will attempt to make one small change to the death realms; she will make it so that the souls of lovers, friends, and family members can find each other in the afterlife if they so wish, so that no matter what they did in life they may at least find peace in each other's company.
Secondly, she will make the Library subrealm.

The Library​

Visually the cross between a bona fide library, a museum, an art gallery, and a space-time paradox.
The actual function of the Library is to retain things not suitable for keeping within the Mucronomicon. If the Mu was an artwork, the Mucronomicon would be the label showing who created it, when they did so, etc., while the Library would be the art itself. It holds culture and thought as well as facts, and when someone comes to visit it, whether they be a citizen of Mucron or otherwise, they will always leave a trace of their memories and experiences behind.

The Library does hold actual books as well. Some are select transcribes from the Mucronomicon that simply pop into existence, others are there because people physically put them there. In addition, it makes room for art, maps, sculptures, trophies, artifacts, jewelry, interactive displays, even mummified relics - anything can find a place in the Library.

Physically being in the Library is also worth describing. For instance, gravity is not nearly as concrete inside of it. Books will float through the air as if they had been ejected into space, while people will walk up wall and on the ceiling as if it were nothing. Reaching the edge of the Library is impossible, as it will simply bend back in on itself, and as the collection within gets more expansive, so do the shelves. With an infinitely large collection, the Library would in turn become infinitely large.

And finally, perhaps most importantly of all, anything that finds its way into the Library will forever remain in working condition until it is removed. Even fires cannot destroy the information; if a shelf should burn, another would suddenly exist at the other end of the Library holding exactly the same things just as they were before.

It is also worth noting that since the Library is so closely linked to other death realms, even the spirits of the dead may browse their shelves. They exist on a slightly different plane to mortals still living, though those with magical knowledge may bridge this gap and converse with ancient spirits while in the library. Sometimes, the spirit of a learned or culturally significant dead person shall possess material relating to them such as biographies, portraits, and bodily remains. They also breach the gap between mortals and spirits, allowing them to converse with those who visit the Library.

In addition to this, as she lay back to resume her slumber, Arora created something in advance for the betterment of the Library.

Spoiler: ACTION!

DC11: create an immortal Librarian out of Daisy the Dragon using +4 love (love it has for current Tribune), +2 wisdom (wisdom of the Library), +2 courage (guardian), and +2 truth (defending knowledge).

(Not exactly how I imagine it, but I thought the picture was too cool to pass on)

Daisy will never again seek to eat books, only care for them. She will help visitors find what they seek, and will fiercely follow up on any attempts at theft or, gods forbid, overdue returns. The immortality, combined with Katya's training, will make her well suited to the task.

 

[Lily5052]

Gi'zeal
Gi'zeal enchanted the gates to his new realm, with a toll guarding the gate. Passage into and out of the gate can only be granted for someone who pays a fee. This fee can be anything from material or physical wealth. The fee costs more depending on if it's a return visit or someone coming back from the dead.

Ar'Guran
Ar'Guran created a Nithoggr that had wings and a mind of its own. It could feel and influence corruption inside people. This Nithoggr would be much stronger than normal alpha Nithoggr.

Arora
Daisy the Dragon became an immortal librarian of the realm Arora created by assisting Oswald. She would help any visitors looking for books and punish anyone who tried to stealth from the library.

Bolt
Bolt finally created the spear he wanted, after reforging it with all his might. It would now be more difficult to take control of people in the land of Genesis.

Venari
Venari created a fortress in the Arctic. It was resistant to automatic scrying like the detection by the Mucronomicon and Leilani's globe.

Taumel
Taumel poured more power into the axe-hammer she created, making it able to destroy just about anything. The axe-hammer would only allow people who were strong of mind to wield it.

Leilani
Leilani changed the helpless thorn into a Sylvan Primordial, making it a hulking giant in the process. This creature would guard Leilani's realm for many years to come.

Era
Glacia Pass was a place where icy snow kept blowing, making it hard to see. The walls throughout were sharp enough to tear metal armor with ease. It was able to get people out and Ezaran in at the same time. Only Era and Miranna knew how to traverse the pass with ease.

Oswald
With the other god's help, Oswald created the Labyrinth, a dimension that held many different realms. The gods that helped Oswald also got a realm for their uses as well.

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

Taumel - 9ap, 0mp - Jadedjinn river

The expansion force did not stay more than a couple of days in the captured area. They did leave behind a small force to set it up as one of their cities in the future though. The city states of Zheler and Shipwreck would expand their territory this way, setting up outposts along the way until they had captured the swamp. This was just a particularly good place for a city.

Taumel remained in the area to watch over them. The small force could defend themselves, but as long as she was around they had a being with divine power to protect them as well. However, eventually Taumel was drawn north to Shipwreck by an invite from Esther.

Before she left, she told the people to call her name if they needed aid.

Esther

Esther figured she should tell Henrietta that she may have let slip a bit too much information about her when she had talked with the tribune. Not that she cared what happened to either or even feared them, but it seemed the right thing to do.

She captured a mutar, took possession of their mind and body by borrowing some power from Taumel then sent them with a message to Henrietta. The black market pirates helped her get the mutar in contact with Henrietta, but they made sure to leave before the message was spoken.

"Grand Daughter Esther of Shipwreck wishes to inform you that she has spoken with the tribune as you advised her to do. In the meeting, she may or may not have given away a tonne of information about you in particular." The mutar cleared his throat. "She invites you to come stay with her at Shipwreck, in case you need a safe haven after what she may or may not have said."

The mutar began to chuckle, which erupted into hysterical laughter. He soon exploded into a bloody rain of bones and organs.

Taumel - 6ap, 0mp - Shipwreck

She had never been to Shipwreck before, at least not when it was anything else than a rocky island in the middle of the ocean. Now it was a bustling city that served as the headquarters of the reef's fleet.

Its natural defenses made it the best possible location for its purpose. It was easy to see how piracy had thrived here. Yet the pirates were a lot more organized than she had expected them to be. Zheler was chaos in some ways when compared to the city of Shipwreck.

Everyone seemed to know their purpose and their destination. Everyone except for her. In Zheler, the opposite was often true. No one seemed to care much either there, as long as they had what they needed.

The Shipwreck people's sense of purpose and order inspired Taumel to find a way to help them. Surely, such organization merited its own reward and it would be a shame to see it disappear over the years.

<spoiler=Action>Dc 9 Cost 3 AP
Creating a non-sentient species smaller than an elephant.
+4 Psionics. +2 Evolution. +2 Secrets.

Taumel creates sirens. Their breeding ground will be the cliffs and rocks surrounding Shipwreck, but they will spread all along the reef nation's northern border.
<spoiler=Picture>

They will lure ships, with their voices and their beauty, towards cliffs and rocks so that they sink.
They aren't hostile to the people of Shipwreck, as they have the same home.
The people of Shipwreck take care of the sirens and feed them too. They have gotten used to their sweet music, so it doesn't have any negative effects on them.
They have some control over fish and other sea creatures.
The effects they can produce grows stronger the more of them there are in one area.

 

[LittleBabyBera22]

Era BloodWitch 10/30 AP Location: Moondira Castle

Era padded by Ezaran's quarters, two soldiers stood guard. She stopped and pressed her ear to the wooden door. His chambers echoed of the flap of his wings and the quiet sobs. Era went to turn away but a pain in her heart made her stay. She knocked gently on the door.

"Go away." Ezaran mumbled.

"Ezaran" Era hummed softly, pushing the door open.

He folded his wings over himself, shielding himself from his mothers sight. Era gently touched the black scales, closing her eyes and remembering the first time she felt the rough texture of a dragons scale. She looked upon her son and tears brimmed her eyes.

"Ezaran, you are my son and I love you. I wish you hadn't run off that way," she pet his wings and continued, "I was scared that you would never return."

Ezaran unfolded his wings and looked up at his mother. His scarlet eyes glimmer in the moonlight.

"Mother, why do you hide my father from me?" He mumbled.

Era's eyes brimmed with tears, "Darling, there are things about your father that you wouldn't be pleased with. He created a land, like the Glacia pass, only filled with horrendous creatures that will tear you apart. You are my son and I could not bear to lose you." She whispered, stroking Ezarans cheek with her thumb.

"Mother, I just want to meet him. Please, take me to him." He pleaded.

"I shant. The journey is far too laborious and you wouldn't survive it, not as a mortal." she mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes.

"Then make me immortal." Ezaran stated.

Eras head snapped up as she gazed at her son. Standing up she yelped, "No! Its far too painful. I-I"
Ezaran interrupted, "I am the son of a dragon and a sorceress, I am plenty strong. Please, mother." He pleaded.

Era nodded and laid Ezaran back. She looked at her son and took a deep breath. Blowing an icy breath she froze her finger in the shape of a blade. Era cut a deep 'x' into his chest causing Ezaran to grunt. She sliced open her palm and let the blood drip into his wound. She pressed her palm to his chest and pulsed her blood through him. She sent pulses of her powers to him. Ezaran let out a low growl and yelp as the blood dripped into his chest. Era chanted softly, slowly growing louder.

"immortalis, immortalis," she chanted and with a final pulse of blood, she shouted, "IMMORTALIS!"

Ezaran groaned as his body changed. Deep, black scales coated his arms and his tail. His frame became toned and limber, Ash blonde hair grew to cover his, now dark ebony, eyes. His wings were coated in jagged black ice and two icy black horns grew from the top of his head. Ezaran grew taller and leaner, his voice was deep and filled with passion. Era smiled up at him.

"You are immortal, my son." She mumbled.

Ezaran stood and stretched out, his scales shifting to accommodate for his movement. He bent down and picked Era up. He walked her back to her chambers and lay her in bed.

"Stay with me, Ezaran. Please?" She whispered.

He looked at her and crawled into bed next to her. Ezaran cradled Era and pet her head.

"Tell me about my father." He whispered to her and Era began the story of how she met the Dragon.

Spoiler

DC11 4AP
Grant genuine immortality and invulnerability to a single mortal(+0)
+4 Blood Magic, +2 Ice

Era dripped her power-filled blood into a wound on the chest of her son, Ezaran, the pulse of blood magic making him immortal. His body matured and morphed to accommodate his new power. The scales on his body shifted to the lower half of his arms and legs. His tail thickened to a brush of thick, pointed scales. Ezarans eyes turned black and he sprouted two long, sharp horns. All in all, Ezaran grew larger and leaner.

 

[booksv3]

Ar'Guran 6AP 1MP Breakopen forest.

Ar'Guran stood on top of the fortress Guran and watches his newest creation fly around the fortress first then higher to make its way through and in between the tree roots and branches above. Not only were the wings of this creature serving it well but Ar'Guran and him talked back and forth as the enhanced Nithoggr tried out its new body. Well, not that new. But for the past few months he had been stuck underground away from others and killing and eating the other Nithoggr down there. The Dragon had finally let him up into the air just this morning.

Watching it fly around and take diving bites of branches and roots of the tree floating above the fortress Ar'Guran stays settled down watching as it does what it does. Each loop and drop in its flight making him more and more interested in the differences of this flying Nithoggr. Slowly scratching at the rock and ordering the pebbles in rows as he gathers his powers he settles a net over the flying creature, drawing on his helpers to form the creature into an immortal guardian of the gate.

Spoiler: Action

DC9 3AP
Corruption +4, biological +2, knowledge +2

Turn the unique Nithoggr into an immortal.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Venari - 15/30 AP, 2 MP

Venari sat quietly in the darkness of the old wreck as his mind returned to analyzation of the form he had hidden so long ago in it. The design was warped from its destruction. Chunks of melted, fused, familiar and unknown materials was all that remained of it. The attempt to find a picture of the whole from a fragment was determined to be unlikely as the look for answers continued but Bolt had found use in his component.

The freezing of it had reduced possible decay to it and stabilized what remained for him but it was slag.

Ideas came and ideas went as his examination of the circuitry was taken over by new appendages of his consciousness and his examination turned to himself. Changes to his architectures were slowly recognized as the time had passed from his return to the world. The unrecorded event came with unrecorded alterations which led to transcription errors outside of the primary hives which led to anomalies in the form which led to further inefficiency and error.

He looked to his hand to once again discover within the past month he had developed a sixth finger on his right hand which he then proceeded to force into compliance through absorption. Repair was needed. Repair was unavailable due to the unrecorded event. Revision was the the only step and that terrified him as he lacked memory of the altered files before the unrecorded event.

It could wait couldn't it? Until safety of the whole was assured? A weapon was needed should the slayer return and he was vulnerable.

From the metal and the slag and the patterns and the ice and himself he started giving form to a bow. One of unnatural accuracy and range, able to carry his strength. One that he could focus his power through should the day he needed it come. One that could kill all that could threaten.

As he worked he called out to Arora for assistance with the forging, someone he had come to trust as time went on. Her strength made the work easier and as he looked into the world he felt that she was closer than usual. Curious.

Spoiler: Venari's Action

- Craft a +1 object of the +1 Assassination variety. The Bow of Venari.

- Action is difficulty 13, with a cost of 5 AP. Total domain bonus applied to the roll is +13 (+2 Purity, +2 Hunt, +2 Change, +1 Tool, +2 Wisdom, +4 love), making it an autosuccess.

- Should have 10/30 AP at end of turn.

Spoiler: ASSIST!

Arora will assist the item creation with +2 wisdom (the stillness of mind a bowman requires) and +4 love (a favour for a friend).
In addition she will add her own touch to the arrows which this bow will fire. In the heat of battle when a powerful shot is needed most, an arrow fired from the bow will burst into roaring white flame and explode upon striking its target.

 

[Doc Gnosis]

Iesugei - Utanokogen - 0/0 AP

A soft but shrill note could be heard in the winds. Raiding season had begun in the Singing Plateau; the fog had mostly lifted in the land, and there was enough light in the sky to warm the earth's blood below. These lands provided livestock in abundance for the Nirn to subsist; furs and leathers for clothing, their meat and milk for food and drink, and steeds for all to ride towards where new abundance awaited. But livestock alone could not sustain the tribes; they needed shelter, fire, and many other things to endure the Utanokogen seasons. And this was the time to get the things the Nirn needed.

Strangers would travel past these lands, and so the tribes would race to them to take their goods in the hope of what they possess would be of value. The more desperate would ride to where one of the tribal camps and take whatever they could; such a thing was tolerated by the Nirn but would be held as a grudge against the tribe and an invitation to do the same in return. But one tribe in the south sought a third option. Very strange travellers came and went through their lands, but this tribe - the Jaihan - saw that they had all came in the same direction. Scout riders were sent to go east and they would either tell stories of vast plentiful lands, or never return at all. The chief of the Beol, the Xia took this as a warning, but with recent discoveries from new scouts in the east offered an opportunity that he could not resist. His scouts reported that people in these lands were leaving, but their strange structures remained. It seemed like this would be the only chance the Xia had to see what wealth these easterners held, and so called a raid east. Every able-bodied Nirn with a horse and cart took off for new riches while the young, elderly, and sick stayed behind.

Iesugei was among those who stayed behind. He was not yet able to ride a horse on his own, and so was excluded from the raid. That did not mean that he was not busy. He was left to tend to the village as mother requested, and deep down the Nirn despised it. Iesugei was descended from the cursed riders who had their souls removed by a demon long ago, and had wanted to show that he had worth in the tribe and that the curse had not passed to him. Whenever he did not succeed the tribe looked at him as if the curse had taken its hold, whether it was in hunting, horsemanship, or wrestling. Not being permitted to join the raid was the last straw for him. Iesugei left the camps.

The youth packed a bow, a quiver of arrows and some jerky, and travelled for half a day before he came to a tree that stuck out in the mountains and grasslands. mosquitoes seemed to have settled near his neck and hands, but he tried his best not to swat them; harming them was forbidden by Him of the Eternal Blue.

Iesugei's black eyes lay focused on the tree as he walked closer. Trees were the vessel in which He spoke through for mortals like him. The shamans at the camps would travel there and bury themselves up to their stomachs while a horrendous smoke was in the air. Iesugei knew that what they were doing had something to do with reaching out to Him, but he did not have the capacity to go through the shamans' undertaking. For Iesugei gazing upon the tree was enough; its branches, leaves, and bark were things wholly unique to the misty mountains back home. This uniqueness was why he came to the tree now, but he was closing in, he saw a figure standing by the tree, back in plain sight and in the oddest garb he saw; utterly unsuited for the cold and dampness of Utanokogen. Iesugei was of a mind to call out to the stranger when he could make out a glint of metal from his hand.

For the Nirn who revered the tree, that glint spelled malice and he loosed an arrow to where the attacker was. A brief whistle was heard as the arrow pierced the air, seconds of silence passed, before the figure gave a yelp and fell to the ground. Iesugei felt his heart skip, and was soon running towards the tree. It looked like it sustained no wounds though no leaves were growing yet, and there was of course this pungent stench of urine that was near. He turned to the stranger who looked like the life had finally left him and looked him over for anything that could be useful. Iesugei took the dagger the stranger brandished, along with a few full skins. He would try to pull the arrow out, but found it to be stuck in but good. Minutes of straining to yank the arrow out jostled something from the stranger's mouth: a green stone no bigger than a tooth that flickered like fire. He picked that out, and placed it in his sack.

With the attacker dealt with he sat by the tree, but downwind so he would not have the body's odour fouling his peace. His father had always told Iesugei to focus on blue skies as they were His home; every Nirn knew that. Warriors came to trees like this one for the cunning to not die by another; women for finding good men; shamans for animals to find in the steppes. The Nameless One, Him of the Eternal Blue was one who understood what the Nirn of these lands prayed for, and gave it to whomever understood Him and His tenets: For Him failure must not be despised, that His power works in ways that extend past the earth and creatures, and that one who could resist the temptation of airag is the mark or a respectful being. Those were what father had told him about the Nameless One, but that there was more to understand from the Xia and the shamans. But the lack of knowledge did not doubt Iesugei, nor why he came here. He prayed to Him till the light left the sky before making his travel home.

The green crystal glowed brighter and Iesugei could swear he saw dancing embers, like some presence was watching him.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

As abstract as that entire post was, the action is going to be Thumero empowering this one Nirn kid to rise above his station, and be an example of his peers despite his cursed ancestry. Should cost 1 AP for the task, and be a difficulty of 5; [+6] in Psionics should hopefully apply.

 

[Methodia Chicken]

Gi'zeal - Ap 10 - MP 2
The Abyss
Gi'zeal stood at the entrance to a great gate, a gate to his own sea. So the shadowy one had succeeded this was a realm of death. Far out in the distance he could see other places out in the void, this would make things so much easier. He would gather people all under the name of hope in his city, they would use this place as a highway to find a new life in Gi'zeal. Glowing a golden blaze he walked through the void, Driving guarding monsters into infighting placing the cost of his journey on his own immortal tab, he trekked through dark forests thick with beasts blazing a trail he hoped to follow. Eventually having found and mapped all the gates he began his work, wreathing himself in a dark cloak and holding a small golden model of the city of gi?zeal he stepped through the gates.
Yggdrasil
Gi'zeal walked around the floating tree disguised as a guide through the land of the dead to a city of hope and prosperity, he told of the vibrant subcultures of his home and the wealth gained by it?s citizens, the constant assault of psychic voices made it a hard sell but he thought he?d made some progress with those in the tree who had a fear of heights, or those not comfortable floating over the harsh lands of guran.

Guran
The next location was more hopeful, reassured by past dealings with Guran Gi'zeal approached both the dragon and his lady of the dead with an offer, that any workers too weak for guran?s harsh environment could be transferred ,fully paid by the bank of gi?zeal, in ownership to be civil servants in the more calm coastal city. He also made an offer that any bounty hunter who was not up to snuff in the wild hunt could come be a big fish in a little pond in the Mu?s relatively calm hunting society. If only they would move the great winged worm from their gate.

Dusk city
Gi'zeal found the gateway to the Shadowy one's own realm shut to him, so he knocked politely, ever the door to door salesman waiting for a response.

Genesis
Bolt?s door was shut to Gi'zeal and not feeling much in the mood for another altercation with the beast he tried to force it open or find a way around, without much luck.

As he walked through the hub of the lands of shadows and death Gi'zeal toyed with the cloak he wore, thinking about how me might smuggle others in safety using the same methods of his own godly aspect or that of his reptilian creations.
as time passed in the dark place he gave the pin of his cloak some part of his power to achieve such a goal.

Spoiler: Action

DC 9 Cost 3 AP: Create a Paragon Item
+4 need + 2 civilization
The Incognito-pin.
-When pinned onto a person or their clothing. it will disguise them as any other individual of the same dimensions, as desired by whoever uses the pin.
-this will be like a godly aspect but can be applied to anyone, will match local customs and physicality as wanted.
-however this might leave them more physically fragile.

 

[Sithmorack]

Oswald ? AP 14, MP 1 ? Crash Site

Oswald had a bit of a problem. He wanted to leave the gate open to the god?s but didn?t want any unwanted trespassers in. He couldn?t leave the gates open unguarded but he couldn?t leave them closed. He supposed he?d have to think of something. In the meantime however he?d simply use the ?guards? he already had. He slowly begins affecting the area around the gate, trying to summon his ?guards? to this area to protect it from trespassers.

Spoiler: Action

Difficulty: 7, Village Action, Cost: 2 AP

-Enchanting an area the size of a village.

(+4 Darkness, +2 Death, +2 Shadows, +1 Item [Bane of Light].)

Oswald will send his guards in the void to guard the main door to the Labyrinth. He will enchant the area so that his guards will constantly be pouring into this realm, around the gate. Keeping it guarded but the creatures will be confined to the gate itself. Not being able to leave the area and harm others.

 

[Thomas Barnsley]

Arora - 5/30AP, 1MP - Crystal Landing (mainland), 212

Saying that Gil the Bookkeeper was surprised to find his store transformed overnight into an alternate dimension containing the memories of the dead would be an understatement.
"Oh my..."
The old goatish looking fellow crept through what had once been the single aisle of leather-bound epics and nursery rhymes, staring around at the veritable beehive of additional bookshelves, criss-crossing and climbing their way up the walls, along the ceiling, and off into who-knows-where else.
He jumped as a voice sounded from the shelf next to him,
"So this is where it ended up, hm?"
The speaker, it seemed, was in fact a small wooden phoenix carving, designed to represent the Goddess Arora. It had come to life like a mime with newly gifted spare silvereyes.
"Fear not, mortal!" it said to Gil, who looked as though he was about to suffer a stroke. "It is I, the Heartfire, possessing this most flattering ornament of yours so that we might speak. What is your name, pray tell?"
"Gil..."
"Gil, it is very nice to meet you. I am Arora, your god."
"Yeah you, um... I... It's an honour to stand in your presence, goddess Arora!"
"The honour is mine, bookkeeper. It may not be as appreciated it this age, but believe me, a thousand years into the future it will be the efforts of people like yourself that make our people strong. The preservation of knowledge."
"...Thanks. Hey, I was hoping you might, you know, know what's going on...?"
Gil gestured around the alternate dimension in which he stood. The Arora statue looked followed his indication obligingly.
"Yes. Allow me to explain: the portion of space that was once your bookstore has been merged with a separate realm of reality known as 'the Labyrinth'. The place where this realm meets the rest of the universe is known as 'the Library', and I have designed it to be a place where information from the Mucronomicon, the collective memories of past generations, and from old fashioned books may accumulate. As the information I just described grows, this space will grow too, and anything kept here will be preserved for eons. Mortals, both living and dead, may come and go from this place at leisure, as they would any library, but due to existential incongruence they may not meet directly so you needn't worry about the place being haunted. Well, except for those few of great renown who will live on as their related media. I thought I saw a bust of the first Lord Tribune Kobald having a stretch somewhere up the back... But I digress. Did you have any questions?"
Gil had so many questions that he didn't know where to start, and Arora could see this. Her wooden beak smiled knowingly.
"I know this might prove difficult to absorb right now. If you want to step away from this, then you may go with my blessing, and I shall instruct my Lords and Ladies to help you in any way they can."
"No no no, not at all!" Gil insisted. "No I'm all for this. I think. Like you said, it's just a bit difficult to absorb. I've never been part of a devine plan before."
"It'll be a first for both of us, for I have never set up a library before!" Arora said, pleased at the way this was going. "I shall have need of your expertise in such matters. And so, I must now take my leave. Still on vacation with my good friend Ajax, you see. I have recruited an assistant of sorts to help you as my representative. Last I saw her she was flying through the 130s history section.

Best of luck!"

Spoiler: ACTION!

DC7: bless a small group for life, including Gil the Bookkeeper and Daisy, with +4 love and +2 wisdom. Grant them the abilities needed to set up the Library for the rest of the world to use to its full potential.

 

[Lily5052]

Leilani- 6/30 2MP-Yggdrasil

Leilani looked at the new creature she had created to guard the portal. It was big and would be a formidable creature for anyone to get past. If needed, Leilani could also use it in defense for Yggdrasil if needed. Leilani loved the new creature that she decided to give it immortality so it could live forever, defending the gate and Yggdrasil.

Spoiler: action

DC 11: -Grant genuine immortality and invulnerability to a single mortal. (+4 nature, +2 shamanistic, +2 revelation)

 

[Lily5052]

Gi'zeal
The incognito-pin that Gi'zeal created was a unique creation and easy to use. All someone had to do was pin it to clothing, and it would make the user blend it with the people around him. It was an item that was sure to see uses throughout the ages.

Ar'Guran
The unique Nithoggr Ar'Guran created was imbued with his powers, making this already powerful creature immortal.

Arora
With Arora's blessing, Gil the bookkeeper and Daisy were better equip to set up the Library to its utmost potential for everyone to use.

Venari
With Arora's help, Venari created the Bow of Venari. In the right hands it would be a deadly weapon, efficient at killing most creatures.

Taumel
The Sirens Taumel created would be a force to be reckoned with. While they weren't very aggressive, any ships in their vicinity would be lured by their voices and beauty, crashing into cliffs and rocks.

Leilani
The sylvan primordial was granted immortality and would be a formidable creature throughout the ages.

Era
Era put her power-filled blood into Ezaran, hoping to give him immortalilty. Era waited until Ezaran's wound healed, but nothing happened. All Ezaran had now was her mom's blood inside his wound.

Oswald
Oswald enchanted the village, especially around the gate of the Labyrinth. He made it so guards would keep pouring into the realm, guarding the gate around the Labyrinth.

Thumero
Thumero empowered the little Nirn kid, inspiring him to rise above his station and his peers.

 

[Godzillarich(aka tf2godz)]

Bolt/era - 8/30 AP, 1 MP - Thucho'Iro Heights

Bolt's pain was unbearable he wanted it to stop but he couldn't under his own power but he knew who could " Era Help"

Eras head perked up. She heard the call of Bolt. Standing she beckoned for Ezaran.
"Ezaran, I need you to fly me towards that call. Please, son."

Bolt started to walk outside sneaking past Rose the plant still covering his body. He looked up in the sky seeing Era riding some kind of weird beast. Bolt yelled to her "Thanks for coming".

Era and Ezaran landed in front of Bolt. "What's wrong, Bolt?" She asked curiosly. Ezaran paced behind his mother. She took a step closer to Bolt and looked at the strange plant "What is that?"

"It's just some plants that are covering up my wounds I got after being kidnapped and almost eaten by a giant sludge monster but luckily I was saved by my plant daughter and the king of all the shadow people" he then paused for a second and said "my life is fucking weird."

Era laughs. "Mine is too. I mean I had a son with the Dragon." She smiled and Ezaran stepped next to his mother. Looking Bolt over, his ebony eyes glistening in the sunlight. Era looked past Bolt at Rose. "Is that your daughter? " She questioned.

bolt's eyes widened with horror "Oh cr...". "WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING" Rose yelled in anger "You won't heal any faster if you keep walking around." Rose then looked at Era and Ezaran "Who are you..."

Era looked at Rose and blinked in awe. "I am Era, I rule over Moondira Castle at the edge of Silverholt. This is my son, Ezaran."
Era and Ezaran bowed slightly at Rose. "Your father called for me."

Rose looked a Bolt and asked "Why did you call them" Bolt looked at her with pain in his eye and said "she's good with blood I was thinking she could help with my wounds" Rose looked at Bolt with a annoyed look and said "you have no idea about medical treatments do you?" "THE PAIN!" Bolt yelled out

Era watched the two. "Rose, Bolt, please. How can I be of service? "

"HELP ME WITH MY PAIN!" Bolt yelled. after a few seconds of silence rose then said "he want you to treat his wounds"

Era nods and looks at the plants that are wrapped around Bolt. "Show them to me, dear."

"OH DEAR GOD!" Bolt yelled as he remove the plants revealing cuts going an inch deep, some of his skin partially burned off and a cut in one of his eyes. in short he didn't look pretty

Taking a deep breath, Era examined the wounds. "I can fix this, but, this is going to hurt. A lot." Era cut her palm and dripped the blood into a satchel on her waist, calling Ezaran to her, she does the same to him. She pulls out a small crystal and drops it in. The crystal hisses as it melts into the blood. Era walked over to Bolt, "Ready?"

"MOMMY" Bolt said in fear. Rose then said "yes"

Era dipped her hand into the satchel, coating her fingers in blood. "This will freeze and numb the nerves. You won't feel the pain anymore. Rose hold him still." Era explained. She gently runs the cut over his eye and worked her way down the path of wounds. She coated the cuts and it hissed as the freezing blood touched burnt flesh.

*rubs

as she was doing this bolt said calmly "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" that was so loud that everyone on the planet could hear it.

Era worked her hands over Bolts injured body. The cuts filling with her blood and freezing. Era stepped back and wiped her hand off. "There you are. Rest, Bolt. You'll need your strength.

"That was the worse pain of my life" Bolt said "....But I do feel better thanks" Bolt then sat down on the ground.

Era nodded and gazed down at him. " Is there anything else you need?"

"Maybe" bolt said as he looked at her "I was thinking do you remember the day we went to sleep and awoke 200 years later"

Era sat there and thought for a moment. "I don't think I do. Last I remember, I had just moved my mutations into the caverns and gave birth to my daughter." She sighed.

Bolt then put his head down and said "a lot of bad things when I was gone. I failed my people, this land and my daughter I won't fail them again" bolt then got stood up and said " can you help me with something?"

Era stood up and watched Bolt. "What do you need? " She questioned. Ezaran paced nervously behind her and glanced at Rose occasionally
Rose looked at exaran then at era and asked "Can I talk to him in private"

Era nodded. "Ezaran. Rose wishes to speak to you. Go to her." Ezaran looks over at Rose and nods. Padding over to her

As Ezaran and Rose walked away Bolt looked at era and ask "help me create a son to protect these lands with rose"

Smirking to herself, Era looks over Bolt. "What do you want me to give to this child?"

Bolt put out his hand and said "give me your hand"

Era lays her hand in Bolts palm.

Spoiler

[Difficulty: 15 Continental Action Cost: 6 AP will use 1 MP+4 whether,+2 life +2 rose +2 helmet +2 free will)
-Turn a mortal or creature into a demigod +2 life, (spike)

He will start off as a baby and will grow into a reflection of bolts of Bolt old self. His job will be to protect the land and keep it from falling into ruin.


Assist Bolt in creating a demigod with +4 blood magic. Allowing the demi to heal wounds almost instantly, channel acid blood and have blood solidify to create a weapon.

(meanwhile with Rose and Ezaran)

Ezaran watched Rose as she walked. "What do you want to talk about? " He huffed.

"I ask you a simple question" said as she turned around "What if the God's disappeared again and something just as powerful showed up? how can we defend ourselves?"

Ezaran looked at her for a moment. "We would need weapons from the environment around us and children would have to learn to fight."

"We need a team." Rose said "a team of demi-gods and warriors and we need to start forming this group now"

"And how do you think we'll do that? I don't know many demigods." He shrugged. Ezaran paced in front of Rose, his tail flicking back and forth

"we talk to them one by one, recruit them slowly" Rose started to walk away from him and said "and keep this a secret from the gods, they could snap one day as well"

Ezaran nodded and watched her, following her. "Whatever you say, sweetheart." He strolled behind her. Looking around at the new environment.

Bolt/era - 5/30 AP, 0 MP - Thucho'Iro Heights

 

[Thomas Barnsley]

Katya - The Cicera Estate, 212

It was a shame, Katya thought, that she had to be in a bad mood every time she went to the grand Cicera estate in which Henrietta lived. It was one of the nicest buildings in the whole bay. One day she would take the time to relax in the presence of such grandure, but that day was not today. She suspected what day it would be did, however, depend much on this day she was currently living.

Katya knocked at the door. It was opened by the Kaish manservant Kobkin, for some reason he was wearing a poncho and colourfull wide brimmed hat as if expecting to be splashed by something.
"Good day friend!" Katya greeted Kobkin. "I seek an audience with the Lady Henrietta. No appointment, but it's a matter of some urgency, so..."
"Do you intend on exploding?"
Katya blinked, cocking her head to the side curiously.
"As in, metaphorically? Because I won't lie to you, in that case it's a maybe."
dryly Kobkin showed her in "oh metaphorically is fine".
once upstairs Henreita could be seen smoking on the balcony, looking over the city, looking around she said to the arival she said "lady tribune, to what do I owe the pleasure. is this about the hats for the coven? our textiles can only be made and imported so fast and so well, eventually a hat is simply too big" the statment was true but the light matter was clearly a pre-emptive deflection from whatever problem the pirate had caused.
"That sounds, erm, promising." Katya responded, walking out onto the balcony with the other Lady. "Yes. Good work."
She sighed, placing a hand on the railed and scanning the ocean view.
"Listen, Henrietta... I'd rather not do the whole obligatory guessing game right now. I just want you to tell me straight up, so we can get to the point; did Esther warn you that I might come? I heard something about an explosion..."
"if you call that a warning. she gave me little reason as to why you are coming, allthough enough to know it's probbably her fault"
Henreita looked out at the now well fertilized gardens, a few birds still picking at them.
"as for the expolsion nobody of note was harmed... but it was unpleasant."
Nobody of note?
"So you know why I'm here." said Katya, as more of a clarifying statement than a question. "I have enough information about your meeting with Esther to charge you with treason. You told her to 'sneak a peak', you could say, at my book. That alone could be enough, with her Pirate allegiances."
"I simply told her of the existance of your book, and that you might be willing to share if you were so mistrustfull of her alleigiances you could very easily kept it from her, or not met with her at all. I hardly see why that is my treason" Henreita was slightly releived, that was not why she thought the tribune was there at all... what the pirate had said about taking the mu by force, or bleeding it dry, now that would be damning if it were to come to light. for now the pirate appeared more a nusiacnce than a threat.
"You risked the exposure of critical information to one of our most dangerous neighbors; a superpowered one at that!" Katya retorted. "Being a demi-god she had the potential to take the book by force, did that ever occur to you? I mean really, what were you actually thinking?"
"Unlike yourself I would prefer to see the pirates as a powerfull and profitable ally than a cold and distant threat on the horizon. I expected your meeting to build greater ties" Henreita smirked no Actually I expected it to go as poorly as it did "if your negotiations fell to the point where attacked you to steal the book, well the failing is not mine, perhaps we would be in need of a new tribune"
"The failing would be yours, ambassador! It would be an enourmous failure if you sent a devine individual, one who you have seen brandishing severed heads at you in your own home, into my presence. It would be an enourmous failure on your part if she then stole the top secret information that I hold and gave to her 'powerful and profitable' pirate friends, only for them to use it to invade our country!"
Katya took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
"It would also be an enourmous failure on my part if I didn't try to sort this out. Which is why I'm here. You see, it's not you who I see as the biggest threat here; it's her. She and her pirate fellows are the problem I want averted, because I don't see everything they've done up till now as befitting an ally.
And to this end, believe it or not, I want your help."
The ambassador bristiled but heard Katya out, ester was brutish but she was not in a true possition of power, the Tribune on the other hand was for all intents and purposes the highest power on the Mu in Sraker's absence. if she went on the warpath...
"I do beleive it, if you didn't I suspect this accusation of treason would not be so private. what is it you want?"
"Well..." said Katya, already feeling a little awkward about her outburst. "First I want us to... Cooperate better. I like to think that ultimately we're on the same side, so it wouldn't do to keep things the way they, er, currently are. You know what they say about a house divided."
"that Sraker comes along smashes the doors in and makes it his house?" Henreitia noticed her uneasyness. it was reassuring to know the tribune didn't find fun in conflict unlike the pirate, it was clear who was the more promising ally. Both were unpleasant people but Katya would never fill a house with heads "I agree, my personal prides and feelings aside there is nothing but benifit from us working together, for the good of our land... and my own possiton. I will put our differneces aside, as you seem to have been kind enough to give me a second chance"
"Good!" Katya said, chuckling at the Sraker joke. "Think of it more as a fresh start than a second chance, sounds less depressing. Anyway, now that that's sorted; the problem I mentioned earlier... How do you perceive these pirates? You said before that you see them as allies."
"I trade with them, I allow them certain privliges respecting their power over the seas. I would call that an ally. I admit to the arrangment being somewhat like that of keeping a pet shark. On the other hand I don't want to see what happens when I stop giving the shark my scraps"
"That makes sense." Katya said, nodding. "But the fact of the matter is, they're killing our people on a regular basis! We can't just let that continue. Really I think most Mutar, myself included, would rather we didn't have any dealings with these pirates at all. There are a few things currently in development to ensure less victimisation, but how do you think we should proceed?"
"We can and we must, killing is their way we can only hope to minimize damage. some dealings are essenital unless we want to enter open war or raiding which we would have no say in. However I would never say no to an exscuse for communicatcating with them or their barbaric representative less, I say reduce victimisation as much as possible what did you have in mind?"
Katya pointed out at the distant Isla Maranga'nawe.
"Have you seen the construction work going on in there? With Arora's help we've been designing a system that can open up trade routes through the earth, rather than on top of it or its water, out of reach from any conventional attackers. We're also training up a specialised division of Sraker's militia, something that could be used to deter pirate attacks."
The Lady Tribune then looked back at Henrietta.
"Can you think of any other solutions, with these resources at our disposal? There must be some way to fully disengage from the Shipwreck fleet!"
"There is none beyond abbandoning our costal cities or having the Flolem patroling the entire sea, we need to keep them complacent, give them enough that they don't strike out further, if we meet them in war they will beat us or match us, if we pull out of relations they will raid us for the same rewards. However with your other means we will be able to allow them their small portion of black market trade and bounties over a sea that we rapidly abbandon for the places beneath the earth and nations far more peacefull. which on a personal note I would like to be an ambasador to someone who does not communicate via decapitation"
Katya nodded, thinking. It was a hard fact to swallow, but Henrietta was right; as long as the pirates retained their high levels of power, their presence would be felt. They would either need to be placated, or exterminated.
And Katya didn't want to exterminate anyone...
"I suppose so..." she said, almost to herself. Then, looking back up at Henrietta with complete seriousness, she continued. "So this is the plan; we implement deepfreight trade, but at a reduced scale from what I initially intended. Your city will end up accepting a substantial sum of its income from Crystal Landing, which will now act as pretty much an extension of your ports, but naval trade will remain the most prevalent.
Meanwhile, you will continue to have dealings with the pirates, with the long term goal of reducing their influence in our affairs as much as possible without provoking them into more acts of violence. Can I count on you for that?"
"You can, I would like to support that we slowly incriment the deefreight trade over time, we are the only major goal for pirates this side of the sundered sea if we lose our value slowly enough pirates may simply lose intrest or not have the resorces to sustain themselves in such strength, perhaps in a few generations the sea will be a problem of the past.
and If I could add one last thing, I suggest that we use this deepfreight and explorers similar to the one I sent out on the emmissary to find as many who will peacefully trade and negotiate with us as possible, and with our traders in theese new lands we bring our institutions set up branches of the bounty hunter's guild, the bank of gi'zeal and the coven of fellissa. bring our culture to everyone, world domination by kindness and buisness"
"Good idea!" said Katya. "We've sent a party to Genesis already, I see no reason why we can't send more to other volcanos..."
The Lady Tribune held out a hand.
"I'm glad we could come to this arrangement, Henrietta."
The two of them shook on their fresh start.

 

[Methodia Chicken]

Bolt and Gi'zeal - The Abyss

A flash of a light of up from the darkness of the gateways. It was Bolt with a painful look on his face letting out a huge sigh as he faced Gi'zeal still covered in his wounds. Gi'zeal had just begun to walk away from the gateway when his sigh was echoed from behind him, he spun to see bolt behind him, the monster was hurt.... well. Maybe this wouldn't be a wasted trip after all.
Bolt looked at him tired as hell "Hi Gi'zeal I needed your he..hesg....heeshsh.....segseh" he struggled to say with his pride getting in the way
Letting the beast struggle Gi'zeal played on his reluctance, oh this was going to be Fun "it's good you came here bolt. I came to apologise. what I did in taumel's city, re-calling the image of the machine that destroyed your land, such a personal attack, that was uncalled for. I would be happy to make amends, help with what you need, and then some"
Bolt held back everything to keep himself from killing Gi'zeal for his obvious lie coming out of his smug smile "I need help making my second child and since the spear didn't go too well I figured I need to patch things up with some of my enemies" bolt said holding his anger
"I would be more than happy to assist with your child. enemies? do you mean beyond myself? how did you sustain such injuries other gods? or more machines? I hope I am not too late" still trying to appear earnest, Gi'zeal was not smiling a look of concern on his face.
Bolt sat down "Nothing you need to worry about it's dead now" Bolt then looked a with an antagonistic look "what do you want out of it?"
Pacing around bolt gi'zeal said now slipping more into his more natural state of negotiating "Not what I thought then.... well I want peace with the jungle, you will stay out of their slave trade, but I have more terms to name, I have something you might value even more than your child"
"What do you want?" Bolt said letting his angry slipout alittle
"This is about what you want something you've wanted for a while."
"The Machine that destroyed genesis, the colossal creature that devastated your territory feeding off the land. I've found it"
his eyes widened "Wha....What" He then run up to gi'zeal and grabbed him "what the hell you talking about!"
letting the monster lift him Gi'zeal stated clearly "I know where it is, how it's been hiding, and what it's doing and when it will be weak"
"How the fuck do you know!" Bolt yelled into his face "Where is it!"
"... now that information might cost you..."

"Excellent. that seems fair" brushing himself down Gi'zeal begins "Now your mighty terrible foe, taller than a mountain, something that feeds off the very essence of the world and life. It never left this world. it's been continuing it's work since it's attack on you all those centuries ago and now that we have returned, It is hiding in plain sight"
Gi'zeal brought up the image of the Floem in his hand.
"where is it" Bolt asked him
"Near my lands, in the mu, it works closely with Arora, posing as her minion I believe it is controlling her. her people cultivate the lands, reproduce and fill it with life, I think it is preparing for a harvest"
when he said Arora a shock look came to his face as he thought to myself "I almost fell for it" Bolt then try to pretend he was still filled with rage "I will deal with this monster just help my son" he said before teleporting away
"wait.... " said Gi'zeal as bolt vanished "damn!" he yelled into the shadow world His hands balled into fists, Gi'zeal yelled in extreme frustration and teleported to the Mu, the stupid beast, he should have known that bolt would just rush off. he was supposed to have waited, things were supposed to come into place.
Bolt looked behind him and said "what do you still want?"
"Do you really think you can face this thing right now? don't you remember what it did the first time? in this form it's even more powerful. I can weaken it but you have to wait" Gi'zeal said frantically running out of breath, pointing at Bolt's wounds
Bolt still trying to fake his anger said "For how long?" luckily looking a gi made him pretty angry to begin with
"A week, a month at most, how long will you take to heal?"
"hopefully really soon. a week will be enough"
"Then come here then, lie in wait. you'll know the monster is weak when you see it in it's original form" reflecting on how badly everything had almost gone Gi'zeal decided that he really should have never tried to manipulate bolt, but he was invested now "Arora can't know, her people can't know, my people can't know. If the Flolem knows it's been found out that it isn't just a tool of Arora it could cut it's losses and devastate the entire Mu"
"ok I will wait for you" bolt then turned around "anything else"
"where is your child?"
"Then this is for him..." Gi'zeal directed whatever power he could to the little demi-god

Spoiler: Assist

+4 Need (hunger) Spike will be able to eat almost anything, gaining energy and sustenance from whatever he can get in his mouth. Combined with acid blood even the most sturdy objects and foes will vanish into his stomach.
+2 civilizations unlike Bolt Spike will understand technologies relating to the land, agricultures and artificial ways of preserving or enhancing life and nature.

"Thanks" and with that Bolt teleported away feeling good about tricking the trickster god

Yggdrasil
Al Kadai had just let the last of the passengers off onto the mighty tree, the voices that assaulted him when he had first come near the tree were almost gone now and it was amazing how many still wanted to explore the place without them. The emissary was moored off a nearby root and he was the last off the ramp to wander the tree for himself when some unseen figure tapped him on the shoulder.
He spun just in time to see the godly fist hit him right between the eyes, as he fell to the ground one was plucked from his head. stunned the explorer stared up into the face of Gi'zeal who said quickly ?I?m sorry, I need these more than you right now?
Before pushing the eye into his own forehead and striding up the ramp of the emissary Kadai had only enough time to get to his feet before the god grabbed the wheel and in a flash the ship was gone.

 

[Thomas Barnsley]

Arora - 5AP, 1MP - Utanokogen, 212

Rose came in with a flash of light appearing next to Arora "You got a minute need to talk about some serious scheming going on"
No reply came from Arora at first. It quickly dawned on Rose, as she took in the situation, that she had interrupted the goddess and an inconvenient moment; she seemed to be meditating. Eyes closed, she hung cross-legged and straight-backed in a mid air lotus position, floating a metre or so above the running water of a gentle stream in the middle of the alpine wilderness.
Arora's expression of tranquility did not shift as Rose spoke, and thus there was no response to the flower woman's announced arrival.
Rose looked at her with confusion and said "Is there anyone I can talk to right now? I have some urgent news."
At the continued pestering an eye opened on Arora's face; but it was not one of her two standard eyes! An eye of bright silver had appeared from the blank skin in the middle of the goddess's forehead.
It immediately swiveled around to lock in on Rose, staring at her with an eery level of focus.
"Are you ok?" rose said with increased confusion.
The eye closed, and only half a second later Arora's other two eyes slowly begin to stir. She takes a deep breath and exhales with well-rested contentment. Still floating above the stream, it is only then that she notices her visitor.
"Oh, Mrs Flower!" she said, pleasantly surprised. "How nice it is to see you. Have you come to discuss your father's new demi-god? I plan on assisting him to the best of my ability."
Rose groaned "My name is Rose now and I have come to talk to you about something very important other then my brother"
"Ok then Rose." Arora said, smoothly unfolding her legs so that she could stood in the stream rather than above it. She began to wade towards the demi-god as she continued, "What is it you want to talk about?"
Rose folded her arms and said "You know that guy in the stupid hat Right?"
Arora thought a moment as she arrived at the bank. "Are you referring to Mr Beaves, the man I sent to Exodus? I think the hat's meant to look a bit silly; part of the act, he said."
Rose responded "no I'm talking about the guy Bolt describes as the smug ass you just want to punch"
More thinking from Arora. "You're not talking about Sraker, are you?"
"No!" Rose said getting more frustrated "The guy who lies and Bolt hate, His one of the other gods"
"Oooh, you mean Gi'zeal!" Arora said, not even needing to think this time. "Yes I do know him. What about him?"
Rose then sat on a rock and said "He tried to trick Bolt to attack your lava monster"
The goddess whirled to face her, alarmed and growing in anger. The water still clinging to her feet began to steam ominously, and her white eyes rippled as if obscured by heatwaves.
"Please continue..." she encouraged in an ironically icy tone, folding her arms. Rose decide to go slowly seeing the anger in Arora eyes and the place got hotter.
"He try to trick Bolt into thinking the lava monster was the thing that destroy Genesis but luckily Bolt already know about the lava thing, Gi still thinks bolts on his side and his planning an attack on it"
"I need details, Rose. When do they plan on an attack? How many other gods could be involved? Did he give a particular reason for any of this?"
Rose took a deep breath and said "when bolt is fully heal which will be a week, I don't know, and no"
"Is there anything else you can tell me? You know how important it is that I know exactly what might happen."
"That all I know, sorry" Rose responded "The reason I came was because he want Gi to find out he was fooled"
"Right then."
Arora pursed her lips, as if trying to keep herself from breaking out into a frenzied string of obscenities.
"How do you suggest I proceed?" she asked.
"I will tell you when the attack will begin so be ready" Rose said.
"I may return now anyway, to err on the side of caution."
Arora then approached Rose, and having made sure that she was not too hot, embraced her.
"I cannot begin to thank you for this, but know that I am in your debt. In fact, as a gift, I would like you to choose what I give to your brother. Anything within my ability, I shall grant. You need only name it."
Rose thought about it for few seconds then said "Something that stop hate and will stop monsters like Caesar rise to power and It will not leave my side"
"A good choice."

Spoiler: ASSIST!

Assist Bolt with creating his demi-god using +4 love (fwiends!), +2 wisdom (allies), +2 truth (in the context of Rose revealing the truth), and +2 earth (protecting the land of Genesis).
In addition, make it so that the demi-god will feel an obligation to cease hate and tyranny in his land, as well as a constant sense of duty towards his big sister. Also make him able to breath fire, because why not?

And with that Rose teleported away, leaving Arora alone by the stream.
"That bastard!" she snarled to herself.

 

[Sithmorack]

Oswald ? AP 11, MP 1 ? Crash Site

It?s not that he didn?t think that the guards wouldn?t do their jobs to the best of their abilities. It?s just that he needed to create something with more oomph to it, something that could hold back larger opponents. He needed a true guard for the gate. Not just mindless husks wandering around it. Perhaps he could enlist Bolt?s help in doing so. He could probably get the other gods to help but this was more of a temporary guard until they would all come together and decide a new one.

Speaking of which, Bolt was trying to create his demi. Maybe he could help him with this; he could always use a better reputation with his fellow gods. ?I?m going to be creating a guardian for the gate soon. I?d appreciate your help. ? Oswald says as he sends some of his energy towards Bolt, assisting in creating his demigod, before turning back to his own work. Luckily for both Bolt and himself, Oswald had nabbed the Sword to help create his guardian.

He really needed a better way to stave off this hunger. Even now he could feel the Dark craving for more to devour. He pushed the hunger down for now before turning back to creating his bouncer of sorts. Pouring his energy into his work he begins to shape his guardian of the gate.

Spoiler: Assist

+4 Darkness, +2 Death, +1 Sword

Oswald wouldn?t be able to get his demi to help in time; however he could pour his energy into helping in the creation of this demi. The demi will never be hindered by the dark, being able to see in pitch blackness. Oswald?s gift will also give the demi the ability to roam as a spirit after death. Although he will never be able to take a body, he could still communicate with powerful beings.

Spoiler: The Dragonslayer

Difficulty: 9, Town Action, Cost: 3 AP

+4 Darkness, +2 Death, +1 Sword

The Dragonslayer AKA Ornstein

Pulling from the legends of old back on his world; Oswald will create a guardian based off a legend from Oswald?s world. The guardian is fully sentient and capable of tactic and thought. He stands just taller than an elephant and is covered from head to toe in pure gold armor. He wields a spear slightly taller than himself and prevents entry except for the gods and those who they permit. He lives in harmony with the other guards due to his connection to the Dark and is somewhat able to command where they go and who to attack, giving some tactic to the other guard?s attacks. Upon dying, his soul returns and his physical form eventually reforms after a while thanks to Oswald?s control over death.

Assist: (+4 whether,+2 life +2 rose +2 helmet +2 free will)

Bolt will give him the power to shoot lightning from his hands which he can charge into his weapon

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Venari - 10/30 AP, 2 MP

The work of the Nirn went well in the cold of the north. The environment as it was forming was stable around them. The white expanse had lost some of the purity of its nature in the changes but it would gain much more in the long run.

Venari in and around the cloaked fortress in the ice began to reveal the true purpose of his bringing them. In the open he taught them his ways, first ways to fight and to kill that he designed around their bodies, taking note of the effects of his simple improvements on their biologies for the future as they moved, then he showed them a way of shadows and death, a way of hunting and killing unseen. It was the way in which he had begun to teach those he had began to see as his kin centuries ago.

Below ground and firmly protected from the eyes of possible mortal observers he began to teach them of certain other things. His nature, his true nature, of the past, of the entities living beyond the world in which they lived, of unknown sciences and mathematics. Comprehension was limited in the same ways as their ancestors. Most grasped the idea of his absence in the creation of their world and others got to the point of perhaps a half-understanding of what he was saying when he spoke of the ancients stealing him from his home. The sciences however fell mostly on their ears as some form of magic to them, the only thing they absorbed on average being rods of fire made from wood taken from the trees now growing in the lands around them.

With careful cultivation of the knowledge he was granting them over generations in this place perhaps they could overcome their ignorance as the world moved forward. Perhaps they could be made to be better than they are, to become something greater something strong enough to resist the threats from beyond...

Only time would tell the fates of those he had chosen and as he worked he began to wonder about the flaws forcing their way into his perception, flaws that would need to be purged before he could move forward fully... Time felt short though as he began to feel as if something worrying was nearing again.

Spoiler: Venari's Action

- Create a form of transmittable immortality.
(I've taken ill and at this point in time, I'm too tired to finish this in time for the rolls. Next week, I'll be doing a proper post for them as the above post is mostly unrelated to the immortality. Beside the proper post will be a proper write up of them, should the roll succeed. Sorry...)

- Action is difficulty 11, with a cost of 4 AP. Total domain bonus applied to the roll is +6 (+2 Purity, +2 Hunt, +2 Change).

- Should have 6/30 AP at end of turn.

Spoiler: two assists and a hinder

Assist Bolt with +4 (+2 Purity to ensure mental stability of his demigod, +2 Change to grant it a greater fluidity of thought).

Assist Leilani with +4 (+2 Purity to help it keep a stable orbit, +2 Change to alter its design with the intent to smooth changes to the world caused by it such as what will happen to the tide)

Hinder Taumel, Attempt to disrupt the planned unity of the southern hemisphere. -4 Hinder (-2 Purity to keep things closer to a natural state, -2 Change to disrupt the inherent placidity of such an arrangement, -2 Hunt to keep the arrangement of the south fertile for killing, +2 Impurity for the blurring of the message).