After the agreement to make the city in Steelcoast Swamp was reached, Leilani returned to her original body. When she got up, she was still laying where her body was before she went to talk with Taumel in the dream realm.
"It's good to see that you're back," said Nissa. "You've been out for several hours."
"Yes we were starting to get a little worried about you. We didn't know if Taumel had done something to you," Helio said relieved. "So what did you find out?"
"Well it was Taumel that had attacked these people, but that is way in the past. I struck up a deal with her. We could have a city within Steelcoast Swamp called Yasmin. It would be under her control with how things will be run, but our feyeath can live there. I also plan for you to be there as a spiritual guide of sorts Helio."
"I wouldn't want to leave your side, but if that is what you think best, then I will stand by your decision."
Linnaea interjected when she heard Leilani. "YOU WHAT! Why did you make a deal like that with Taumel. Especially with what she had done to my ancestors. I just--." Linnaea then stormed off away from the group.
"She does not understand. Having this city within the swamp will be benefical for both parties. We can provide them with plants and weapons using the extensive knowledge our people have in the subject. Yggdrasil will also get to interact with foreign countries as a result. She needs to learn to let go of the past in order to see the future. Could you talk to her Helio? It would be your first job as a spiritual guide to the people of Yasmin," Leilani said smiling.
"Consider it done." Helio then went after Linnaea to explain the situation to her.
"So what are we going to do then Leliani?", Nissa asked with wonder.
"Well you and me are going back to Yggdrasil to explain it to everyone there. Before we go, I'll also help the local populace here, so they can speed the development of the city. Taumel and me both want this city done as fast as possible."
DC 7: Bless a group of 50 mortals for life (+4 nature, +2 shamanistic, +2 revelation)
Before Leilani and Nissa teleport back to Yggdrasil, Leilani will bless the people in this area. She will make them expert architects and craftsmen, allowing the development of Yasmin to proceed at steady rate.
She was preparing to send a division of warriors to the swamp, as Taumel had requested her to do when they had met earlier that morning. Laila had suggested a few names that may be fitting for the position of Lady of Yasmin, but Taumel had said she would speak with the kaiserin before anyone took the mantle.
She hadn't been particularly fond of the idea that those who had been driven out of their territory and slaughtered would be allowed to create another city within her own territory. Taumel had put her mind at ease somewhat though. Laila still remembered the expansion two-hundred years ago, and she had lost friends in battle then. It was lies that they had killed anyone defenseless, and she'd made sure Taumel had known that. At least if they tried to rebel against their superiors she would enjoy putting them all to the sword a second time.
Laila had had a mansion built for herself in the middle of the waterfall. She spent most of her days there, just enjoying the life of wealth. In her opinion, she had certainly earned it after four-hundred years of service to the reef. It was unlikely she'd ever get the opportunity to join other heroes in Valhalla after all.
She did instruct a number of classes each week, but unlike other teachers or instructors her classes weren't held at the Military Academy. They were held in the comfort of her home, and she often invited her students to dine with her afterwards. It made her one of the more popular teachers, even if she was at times the strictest as well.
It was a Military Academy though, not some krake or painted philosophical bullshit school. Some misunderstood their purpose and sent kids who weren't fit to become warriors to Paschendale. It annoyed her, but there was certainly enough room for other professions within the city itself.
One of those individuals had become a popular musician in the city. He, or she, had been a scared weakling when he had arrived and Laila had sighed when she read the letter that wanted her to turn their son into a real man. It wasn't her purpose or goal. However, she felt like she had done a decent enough job with him, or her, after a few months.
He had eventually changed his name to Flora which had become a popular girl's name after the first kaiserin. He dressed like a female now, and he had an impressive voice that could sing both female and male vocals. She wasn't sure how he'd acquired that, but nonetheless she was impressed. It still felt strange to refer to him as a female though, but Laila tried on the rare occasions that they met.
Laila had voice those concerns to Taumel that morning, who had responded with some distant mumbling about how she would assist as best she could to alleviate such problems. As far as Laila could tell she had cast some sort of spell on part of the city before leaving, but she didn't know how that was supposed to help yet.
<spoiler=Action>Taumel 23/35ap, 2mp
Difficulty: 9 Town Action Cost 3 AP
Inspire a large group of mortals(500) for life.
Taumel inspires a number of the misfits in Paschendale to create a massive smithy for the creation of mainly weapons, but other things as well. They would be using a bunch of different materials as well, just not metals.
Ar'Guran
The male twin within Era's womb was able to use ranger magic and sense corruption. He could also have telepathy with her twin sister.
Arora
Arora blessed the Huli-Xia, making it so she could produce strong, healthy babies.
Bolt
Bolt had succeeded in helping the darkspawn reproduce. They no longer needed to sacrifice another creature in order to reproduce. The table would be able to make darkspawn. Like most creatures, they would start out as babies and develop over time.
Venari
Venari's second attempt at making the item succeeded.
Taumel
Tamuel inspired the misfits that lived within Paschendale in making a smithy that would be used in making all kinds of weapons, even ones that use materials other than metal. The smithy would make other items as well, but is mostly focused on creating weapons.
Leilani
As Leilani and Nissa went back to Yggdrasil, she blessed the feyeath that were living there. Now that many of them were expert architects and craftsmen, they would begin developing the area into the city of Yasmin.
Era
With the female twin within her womb, Era gave her ice powers, acidic blood, and twin telepathy with her brother.
Era stared at herself in the mirror, a small bump protruding from her abdomen. She placed her palm against the bump and closed her eyes. A vision of two fetuses swarmed her mind; one was female and the other was male. She felt their hearts beat and saw in her mind, the appearance of her children.
"Gealaí and Domhan will be your names." Era mumbled to herself. She hummed softly and gently rubbed her belly. She sat down on her settee and closed her eyes. Her projection looks through the Breakopen for Ar'Guran and Ezaran. She finds Ezaran and touches his mind. She tells him of the twins and that Esther chose to stay in Moondira. Opening her eyes, Era gazes out the large window. The sun was setting and the moon was rising rapidly. Era looked as snowflakes began to fall upon her, she took them and placed them against her hair, letting the color seep into a pure white. She ran her fingers through her snow white hair and smiled. Era looked down upon her village, she nodded to herself and walked down to her small apothecary-like cabinet and began to mix a potion. Era dropped flakes of iron and copper into a bowl, she cut her hand and let blood drip into her bowl. She mixed them and added other objects: Nirn blood, flesh of a deadman, and icicle from the original Moondira caverns. She mixed the concoction and walked down to the village.
"My people, come hither to me. I have created a potion to protect you and your children. Step forth and take a sip. I promise you as a woman and your leader that this will not harm you." She chanted.
One-by-one the Nirn villagers began to take small sips of the potion. Once every man, woman, and child drank from the potion and sectioned off part for Miranna. She walked to one villager.
"Give me your hand and I will show you what this potion is capable of." Era held out her hand.
The young man stepped forward and gave Era his hand. She pulled out a blade and sliced his hand, instantly the wound spilled blood and created a hard, stone-like covering over his entire fist. The crowd gasped.
"You all can take your blood and morph it to protect yourself. Your life essence will now be a shield between life and death for the Nirn people. Be warned, you can only use your blood supply. Do not attempt to steal from another, for you will do nothing but harm." Era spoke out to the villagers.
They all cheered and thanked her. She walked back into the castle and left the vile of potion on Miranna's door with a note. Era closed her bedroom door and spiked the icicles around the door, barricading herself inside. She lay back and fell asleep.
Difficulty: 9 Town Action Cost 3 AP
-Affect(Bless/Curse/Inspire) a large group of mortals(500) for life. Era blessed her villagers with the ability to form body armor with blood after they are wounded. One drawback is that while in solid form, the blood is not acidic.
Also, Era harnessed the snowflakes that fell from the ground, turning her hair a icy, snow white.
Ezaran BloodWitch Location: Unknown
Ezaran glared at his father. They flew back towards his home in the Breakopen Forest. He felt a bridge to his mother be established.
"Mother?" he asked.
"Ezaran, my darling son. I am so sorry." Era whimpered.
"It's fine, mother. I will do my best to make you proud" Ezaran boasted.
"Ezaran, you are a brother. I am pregnant with twins and Esther stayed with us." Era whispered to him.
Ezaran looked at Era in shock and she broke the communication line.
"So father, you have two more children on the way. My mother is not your baby breeder, you know?" Ezaran snapped at Ar'Guran.
Era BloodWitch 25AP Location: Moondira Castle
Era opened her eyes and her belly had swollen three times the size as it was that morning. She gasped and clutched her pregnant belly.
"Ar'Guran I swear, when I see you I will smack you silly." She growled.
Era laid back down and took a deep breath. A smile tugged at her lips as the twins moved within her womb.
"Gealaí and Domhan, my beautiful children, how Ezaran would love to see you." She hummed to them.
Buzz Walked back to his secret hideout and looked at his men and said?don?t ask it was something really stupid, I was following the wrong trace. it was the purifiers we need to kill?
Meanwhile above, Sraker was floating on his cloud. He had seen where Buzz had entered his hideout, not he just needed to get in.
He descended to the street on building away and began to furtively approach the no-longer-secret hideout.
One of buzzes minions opened the door and looked at Sraker and asked ?what do you want??
"Buzz." Sraker said simply. The helmet was held subtly behind his back, ready to use at a moment's notice.
The minions notice the helmet and look back at Sraker "you must be the guest buzz ask for right this way" he then led Sraker to buzz passing a bunch of grunts along the way
buzz looked at him and said ?I had a feeling you were going to follow me?
"Tell me." said Sraker, ignoring the question. "Do you enjoy living here? In this backward city?"
?no, I would prefer switching places with all those monsters up top.? he said as mysterious figures entered the building holding smoke bombs in their pockets without anyone noticing
Sraker drummed his fingers on the head of the helmet pointedly as his black eyes bored into the Feyeath gangster.
"You know, you do no one any favours by avenging Paul. Least of all him. I knew that man; he could see the big picture. He would've wanted you to fix this city, not degrade further in his name!"
buzz look at Sraker ?I know that, he and my parents try to fix this city but failed and paid with their lives. Even if there?s hope I?m too far gone to reach it? buzz then looked at the helmet ?They wouldn?t approve of what you?re going to do either?.
Just as Buzz finish that sentence someone screamed out ?for the scavengers? and threw smoke grenades filled with weird Corrupted.
Sraker was immediately blinded by the onslaught of blackness; not just physically, but black in the very essence which the demi-god had been gifted with seeing.
One thought flashed through his mind in that moment; do not lose the helmet.
Sraker quickly leaped onto his cloud and wheeled in the air, completely blind, hurtling back to where he though the door had been.
Turns out he was a bit off on that guess.
The Lord Protector smashed head on through the wall, erupting into the street with a burst of smoke and debris. Off the cloud he fell, rolling across the street and generally looking undignified.
It was as he was getting to his feet when he realised... He helmet was gone.
"Where... Damn it!"
Sraker raced back into the smoke, waving his hand in an attempt to clear his fiew as he searched for the mystery thieves.
when the smoke cleared all that was left were dead bodies with buzz coughing blood in the center with a knife sticking out of his stomach ?Well that went to shit really fast?
Sraker flew over to Buzz stooping next to him.
"Hells..." he muttered, inspecting the wound. He looked around, as if thinking what he would do now, then came to a decision and gently picked up Buzz in his arms.
"Come on, let's get out of here before we get mind controlled." he said, flying back out through the hole and into the air.
spike/ henreita-fanged Hill (downtown)
Spike needed a plan but first he needed a ship and he knew the best person for the job ?hello can you hear me? Spike try to telepathically contact henreita
Almost imeditaley spike heard the fuzzy reply, almost as if someone wasn't really putting effort into telepathically listening. "The lady cicera is very busy right now. please hold. for further inquires please contact your local branch of the bounty hunters guild"
?okay th?.? Spike then stopped himself ?how can you hold a telepathic message, nevermind I?m sorry if you?re busy but I really need help?
The message repeated, now followed by rather grating music.
Spike then decided to try and call her back "hello"
the reply was still monotone "Your lady of the mu is currently Located at-" there was a pause as if someone was looking something up-"The Fanged Hill, a bar and minor branch of the bounty hunters guild known as the Pushover-Emperor"
?oh? said to himself before teleporting to that same bar ?what are you doing here of all place? Spike said as he teleported into the broken bar
A Mutar woman, looking exactly as young and refined as patings for her centuires ago leapt back from her converstation with the Thaloc startled at the arrival of spike. she stammered "what-ye-the guild.... The bounty hunters guild has had some very strange activity here, lots of people. important people and innocent people by the sounds of things have been listed and kill.. I'm sorting things out..." he voice again began to falter as she realised something about spike.
"you're a demi-god aren't you. bolts child. the one from centuires ago"
spike then jumped on her and started to lick her face ?it?s so good to see you again?
She recoiled instantly "uh... yes... it's good to see you too" her face still a diplomatic smile but her voice betrayed guilt "Spike, this city, your city, looks like it's going through an upheval, possibly one involving the gods. be honest, how bad are things?"
Spike's eyes widen as he got back up ?what happened here??
"I don't know, that's what I'm asking. this branch of the bounty hunters guild has reported a lot of people killed. many of them listed by someone called vulture, they looked like civic leaders, or perhaps high profile criminals. someone is abusing the laws of the bounty huners guild, and it looks like they are knocking out their compettion for a big play" she added in a lower tone "and they are clearly insane, for some reason they put a bounty out on the lord protector..."
"so Spike, I need to know how important your problems here are because there is something you might need to know"
Spike then looked at the ground and said ?So, this places has gone to shit after 150?
just then a Thaloc ran in holding a weird paperball in his hand ?Henreita! we found something really interesting take a look
she turned suddenly more authoritve towards the reptile "What is it? bring it here"
?Yes my lad?? that was all he could say before tripping causing the gas bomb to fall and explode completely blinding spike but weirdly no one else
?my eyes are on fire? spike said as he ran around in pain
?Yes my lad?? that was all he could say before tripping causing the gas bomb to fall and explode completely blinding spike but weirdly no one else
?my eyes are on fire? spike said as he ran around in pain
?I?m sorry? the Thaloc before getting back up ? as far as we know it a stun weapon that only affects demigods, it fucked with Sraker earlier?
?That really fucking hurt? spike said as he rubbed his eyes
"Clearly it is not strong enough to fuck with the likes of me" The lady of the mu lied, she guided spike so that he was facing the Thaloc and wispered in his ear "we need to leave. now. the one that threw the bomb is right in front of you try to grab him as we get out then don't stop running" back to the lizard she demanded "What made you damn fool enough to attack a pair of demi-gods!"
?I got you henreita? spike screamed at the top of his lungs before graphing the poor Thaloc ?let?s get out of here? he then started to run right out of the bar
as he took off henreitta grabed one of his horns with both arms and clung on for dear life untill they were somewhere safe.
after they got to a safe place spike put the guy down, turned to henreita and asked ?before any more distractions can I ask you something can I borrow your ship?
"yes, it will still be in CG. but it is yours to take, as a loan, it doesn't require much crew or knoweldge to fly. only the desire to get where you want to go" she looked at their new captive warily "why did you attack us? who are you working for?"
"I didn't, I just tripped" the Thaloc said if fear "me and some of my comrades have been working to take vulture down and I thought you would help us"
Henreitta looked at spike for any sign of if she should trust the creaure. letting him reply, this was his turf after all.
"why are you skeptical of this one?" Spike said as he walked towards the terrified man
"he attacked us, that bomb should have blinded us both. we would have been at his mercy" she said bristling with worry
?He said it was an accident" spiked then looked at her "and he seems to be telling the truth"
she looked at the man, he looked as scared as she was, then again he was a thaloc he looked like he could have been her brother, mimicry was in their nature. sighing she said to spike "If you trust him that's good enough for me. theese are your people after all" though there was not the most commitment to the sentiment, to both of them she asked "okay, level with me. what is happening here? why do you need my ship?"
?I think I know where rose is, the city of Faerie. since teleporting there will be dangerous I meed a quieter approach and an army to back me up?
Henreitta though about this, this was actually something she could help with some of her guilt evaporated "spike... I have good news and bad news"
Spike looked at her with a confused look "what!"
she began leading him slowly into an alley out of the earshot of the thaloc. once she was sure they were far enough and nobody could see them she undid a pin in her traveling cloak.
"The bad news is-"
a shimmer ran down her form and where henreitta lady of the mu had once stood was a mutar sharing many of her features, but distinct, shorter and with drab speckled fur, smaller eyes, similar but not the same.
"I'm not Henreitta Cicera"
"the good news is I can give you both a ship and an army"
"What?" Spike said as he looked at her with confusion "then who the hell are you and where is the real Henreitta Cicera"
"I'm her great grandaughter. we don't know where she is, she vanished years ago, leaving my mothers to take her place. we've been running the guild, the bank, ever since she left just keeping them going, ticking them over like clockwork, all in Arora's name" she looked a bit forlon "we've had to live outide the Mu to avoid our deception showing up in the book in case this whole thing collapsed. passing the role of 'henreitta' from mother to daughter but the real demi-god, the genuine article, she's gone, she abbandoned us."
"I'm Sorry" Spike then look at the wall "I know how it feels to have someone taken away from..." Spike then stopped himself "I'll be right back" Spike then teleported away and back a few seconds later holding whisker and venom by this mouth "whisker do you know anything about Henreitta"
"I don't know, I only know of rose" whiskers said in a confused voice, "God dammit, hold on" spike then teleported away with the two and then came back "sorry for wasting time"
"It's not problem, your freind, this rose, is the one in real danger." there was sadness associated with henreitta's dissaperance but if anything the mutar was a bit elated at finnaly getting to reveal herself to someone with slight excitment she added "while I might not be the real-deal demi god, and I can't offer you any divince support. I still have all the resources of a lady of the Mu, I have a guild of skilled mercenaries who will follow you into hell if someone puts a high enough price on farie heads, and I have one of the worlds richest banks at my disposal to fund and suppy such a mission. If you can sort out the mess in this city, and bring down whoever is trying to kill the lord protector it's all yours"
"Thank you I'll call you when I'm ready" Spike said before teleporting away.
re-pinning on the aspect of the Lady of the Mu henreitta walked back into the street smiling and whistling, no more maintaining the banks and the guilds, no more keeping a demi-god's seat warm. she had an army to put together.
?This is been turning into the best week of my life? Vulture said as he sat in his chair with the helmet in his arms ?thanks to this freak I?ve been able to crush most of the other gangs under my feet and with this helmet I can do so much more damage?
?but sir, the girl got away? one of his minions told him as Vulture started to throw the helmet up and down.
?Fuck that deal, we are so close to the bigger picture now? Vulture said as he got up from his chair
?What?s that?? the random minion asked.
?this whole damn city HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!? he then slammed the helmet on the desk ?With the other gangs gone, the city in chaos and this little bad boy no one can stop?
?We need to go now? Spike said as he teleported in and grabbed a bolt arm
?What the?? Bolt said before they teleporting away to The Emissary.
the ship was quite old and damp with mold growing on it and its sales completely wrecked it looked like no one had used the ship in years. ?Don?t worry I can fix this? spike then turned towards bolt ?but I need your help for this? spike then brought him and to the wheel ?let?s start by giving the ship a new wheel?
Difficulty: Difficulty: 11 Area Action Cost 4 AP-Create an Epic Mortal Item.(+4 weather, +2 life, +2 spear, +2 spike)
this mystical wheel will repair the ship and mend any future damage, it will also give it a cloaking ability and the ability to warp people onto it as long as the person in question wants to be on the ship. it can also be removed and put on any other ship you wish and have the same effects
The Psion touched down. His eyes could make a dense jungle in the south, and a mountain in the north with a vast valley dipping in the east. The neural map could make out predators and prey in the jungle, but nothing else beyond what Thumero could already see himself. The wind was blowing against him, and the ground was silent. It seemed that these creatures had figured out that the Psion was on to him and retreated somewhere. Whereever it was the insects could not see it; there were caves and crevasses but they were dark and beyond their sights. Memories of eking an existence in Silverholt returned before a stray leopard's thoughts brought him back to the now.
The leopard saw a threat - a large shimmering figure - that Thumero recognized as himself. It thought to strike as he seemed unaware of its presence. A squeeze of the leopard's skull staggered him, and fled scared of some thing that it could not see. Thumero could feel small eyes watching him as he did the deed, but could not pinpoint their location. He needed a better view, and so he scaled the mountain. At the top he could see the lay of the land more fully. He saw the caves and crevasses from above, but now he noticed how they were clustered. Like settlements. They were not natural.
His eye turned underground where he saw more proof of setllement; structures, and markings dotted the insides. But still he could not see these creatures. He tore a chunk of the mineral off his head, and charged it with an extension of his will, pouring every ounce of his mental reserves into it. Then he warped the stone into one of the caves, guiding it further down until it was near a place the Psion believed to be a convergence point of these creatures. Any being who touched it would let the Psion use them as eyes and ears for this new land.
Thumero will try to convert some Faerie into his own vantage points in the Faerie culture, whether or not the AI is in hiding here, or if they are acting on someone's behalf. Since I'm trying to scry the whole area in this action, we'll make this a DC 15. [+6 Psionics] should go into this challenge.
Henreitta ? Guran ? AP 31/MP2
The deritas milled around in the lower streets of Guran, to the mines or to the crops, in their midst the crone walked. A mutar wrinkled and greying with age, her left eye gone to rot, who somehow managed the work of the strongest of men, without tiring, she would accompany a different group every day, often leading small workforces. Through missing teeth Henrietta smiled and observed the workers feed the hive.
This was where she needed to be, oh the Mu had been fine, good even. She had served Arora for decades the goddess and the Mu had given her everything, the lord protector was fun and the tribunes had been a line of interesting companions. She had built her organizations up, the coven to save the needy, the Guild to protect the borders and the bank and trade to bring the mu and it?s people prosperity and comfort. Oh she had built the little empires for years the little pieces of government and industry clicking together in perfect harmony and order, a lovely glowing expanding state and it had all been so Dull.
Oh sure the mu had border conflicts and there were the rouge bounty hunters and pirates, but it had all been so much the same. The same pirates glaring at them over the sundered sea, the same rebels in whatever volcanic nation cropped up next, the same bankers, the same prayers to the loving goddess, the same bountiful harvests, and the same tribunes with everything all neat in the little book, the same Ambassador and guild matron with everything so neat on her little board. Everything was perfect and she hated it.
There had to be change, she had to make change. But not on the Mu, she owed the land everything and change would only mean upheaval and suffering. So she had set things up to run smoothly in her absence and she had left, off to find somewhere where the prescribed order was in need of a shakeup. At first she had tried the reef, but her time there had shown that anything to slow the march of their conquest would at best be futile and at worst disastrous and what was the point of travel if she could not avoid that damn pirate.
The fanged hill had taken some of her time, it was here she really learned to use the eye searching for sparks of rebellion or evolution, but bolt?s land was already on its own path, racism already brewing in its depths.
Then she had come to Guran, past the death worms and into the thick walled fortress and beautiful coasts. A land where out of fear or love of brutality and their dragon god the population carried out all kinds of abhorrent things. Where the weak were coerced into culling themselves in challenges for the strong, or worse were forced into indentured servitude out of fear. Slavery in all but name, Arora would never stand for it. the land was ripe for a shakeup and Gi'zeal had always spoke highly of it, that was reason enough to make changes.
It was time to test her power, to make a small change to even the playing field. She just had to know in the core of her being, that Gi'zeal was dead, she had killed him, she was his creation, she held his eye, his power flowed through her now?
****
Gi'zeal looked around in the blackness that had been his only sight for centuries he was at the bottom of some deep black sea. But after so long he could feel again, as sensation filled his limbs and innards the liquid filled his lungs with the burn of drowning even in his bones he felt the weight of countless fathoms pressing down on him.
This whole time he had been questioning what had gone wrong? Where was he. He remembered his demi god yelling at him, rebelling she had betrayed him, Taumel and Bolt had abandoned him, Arora had beaten him. He seethed at them all they had done this to him, well he was a god! Nobody killed a god! He surged towards the surface, they were going to be his, the world was going to be his, then he would make it pay.
After what felt like days of effort the worlds seemed no brighter, the pressure no lighter. How far down was he? He looked around him in the murky depths, black liquid surrounded him, tiny specks of dust and detritus swirled around him. Then he saw them, far above but still miles from whatever surface there was, the ethereal shapes just outlines in his vision. Souls weighed down in the sea of the dead, pulled down by lives of debt. All of them floating higher than him.
?NO!? he yelled. Then he fell.
****
Henreitta had to stop herself from laughing out loud as the stolen power rushed through her. the full strength of a god was exhilarating she had to take a moment to channel it properly, for all she knew this was exactly how it felt before everything went pear shaped and her skin melted off.
The strong of gruan gained so much in direct force and martial skill, which they multiplied tenfold through the prizes of the hunt. She would give the under-trodden something to even the playing field.
A way for someone not strong enough, To acquire what they thought they deserved by other means. And maybe a way for those too in debt to afford a way out of their lot a means to an additional income. or better yet a way for petty crooks to avoid getting caught in the whole indentured servitude mess in the first place.
+2 diplomacy +2 eye (+4 Need, +2Civilization)
DC 11/AP4 - Bless a large group of mortals(2000) for life.
Henrietta will use Gi'zeal?s power grant the power of subterfuge, thievery and stealth to the lower elements of Guran.
This power will be inversely proportional to their status in life.
So the lowest of the low will become a master thief
While a rich Jeri with many underlings might get kind of good at 3 card Monty.
Screams echoed in the night as Venari walked, following the creature, silver lights painting the distance. His form walked and sometimes ran through the snow as he watched and followed the thing in the distance, curious of it, some part of his mind thinking its existence somehow important.
After a few hours of this he smelled blood in the air again and sprinted toward it, all but the shell senses still failing to recognize it. Whe he arrived he saw that a crater had formed in the ice, coated in blood of something with a creature slowly slithering from it that looked like a worm or a snake with a segmented body covered in silver plates. The thing glowed in the dark like molten mercury and emitted a horrible scream from its maw.
The thing turned and seemed to stare at Venari as he looked upon it. Whatever it had been feeding upon falling from its maw and hitting the ground with a splat as it fell apart. He felt his flesh shift again and he drew his bow, an arrow sliding from the tool in his arm and through flesh of his palm into his hand. The odd composition of the bow and arrow felt nice to him, to be drawing it against this thing.
He heard it scream more violently as he loosed the arrow at the creatures maw and... it disappeared again. The arrow flew far into the distance and embedded itself into the ice... Where the creature was he could a see a fine layer of silver dust coating the ground, mixing with the blood.
Venari blinked a few times, a reaction of the organic half. He felt confused and the dust he saw was odd. It was like the creature he had seen, there but not there. After an hour of staring he turned back towards the settlement he had come from. Confused, annoyed, and locked in his own flesh for so long with no way to see the world he needed to speak to his caretakers, his inheritors, his kin.
- Create a form of transmittable immortality. Wraiths.
Description to come early next turn alongside the actual action happening... as I'll finally have time to next week for things.
- Action is difficulty 11, with a cost of 4 AP. Total domain bonus applied to the roll is +7 (+2 Purity, +2 Hunt, +2 Change, +1 Deception).
- Should have 21/35 AP at end of turn.
+1 Deception Object.
The Cloak of Venari is a cloak fashioned of unknown materials and empowered with the energies of Venari. Venari wears it as his clothing and as it is it shares the trait his other objects share of being capable of changing shape on his whims. On Venari they currently and will normally take the form of a suit of fine sable furs apparently dyed a dark grey or silver colour.
Beyond its use as a focus for his own power its powers tend to be simple, built around the capacity to deceive others, both of his own kind and those of the mortal races. Its two main uses are of its uses are its ability to form perfect copies of its wearer and project them around them, the mind of the wearer controlling their actions. And to act as camouflage against other prodigies, allowing the wearer to better disguise their energies in the world. Other uses tend to blend between the main two and several minor powers, which as uses could just as easily be justified under being a prodigy.
Arora soon left the Palace of Founding Autumn, having given thanks and farewell to Ajax, Kreika, and of course Bek-ter.
Yet this time, Mucron was not her destination.
The goddess did not feel any desire or obligation to return immediately to her people. Their affairs were already known to her through the occasional report from Ajax, so chasing up the new Lord Tribune was not a priority. Reuniting with Sraker should at least motivate her, but to be perfectly honest with herself, the prospect of seeing her godson again felt uncomfotable. Arora had collapsed in a two hundred year slumber twice now. It was starting to become a condition, and not a flattering one at that.
So she wandered the plains instead, directionless, shunning the phoenix form she had been trapped in for so long in favour of her less conspicous moth. Eventually she felt something drawing her, and so with an even mind she let herself be led.
For some daysse drifted on the wind, the influence - a scent, she decided - dictating the air currents she chose to ride.
Arora was pleasantly surprised when she discovered what this scent was, for it was from an entity she knew well from long ago.
An iron-bark tree. The species she had helped good Venari create. As per her own influence, this iron-bark tree had been emitting Chi vibes as well as biological scent, which was probably what she had been drawn to.
Arora surveyed her surroundings; the tree sat atop a high frosted plateau, from which she could see the plains spanning forever away to the south, and the icy inhospitable ridges of Silverholt encircling her to the north. Clouds gathered in a formidable storm front away in the east, and to the southwest, though it could not be seen, she knew she would find Great Haraq. Also in that direction lay a wind-beaten yak enclosure of sorts, built spreadeagled over a lower section of plateau. Not something she had expected to find in such a no-man's-land.
Then, most surprising of all, the moth Arora suddenly realised a Nirn boy had been sitting at the base of the tree directly below her this whole time, seemingly entranced by the approaching storm. A shepard, she assumed, tending to the yaks. Arora could feel his connection with the energies of the tree, as if he himself had roots embedded in its bark just as its own roots were embedded in the ground.
The Heartfire was gratified to know that people were using the iron-bark as she had hoped, as well as how Venari had intended, and so she decided to make a gift of it to the young man below her.
DC 7: enchant the area around the tree so to vastly accentuate this particular iron-bark's Chi using +4 love and +2 wisdom.
Now those who meditate around it will begin to gain noticeably supernatural Chi powers, the strength of which will grow the more time the put into thei meditation.
Feeling Thumero's efforts, and knowing that he's generally a good guy, Arora will assist with his scry using +4 love and +2 wisdom.
Ar'Guran 29AP 2MP Breakopen forest, top of selling cliff
Still in his alternate form Ar'Guran laughs and slaps Ezaran making him fly across the top of the bare cliff and tumble through the rock before flying off the edge. Waiting where he is and stretching his arms to the sides as the winged person flies above the edge of the cliff and tries to fly at him as fast as he can while swinging a sword. Ducking under the sword and reaching up and back to catch the boys foot he uses the momentum to swing him around and slam him into the ground. Letting him go and brushing his hands together the Dragon walks over to the edge of the cliff and looks out over the set of fortresses and trees on the land above he scratches his chin as he thinks. Stepping off the edge and falling through the air he allows his wings to come from his back and spread out.
Gliding through the air and going towards the north most fortress he settles into the top and his wings slowly pull into him till it sits like a long cloak behind him and the ends of the points make small scratches in the floor as he goes down steps. Stepping into the top most chamber and smiling to himself as they open up a way for him. Ar'Guran keeps going down the stairs till he gets to one of the lower levels before stepping into a small room and closing the rock behind him. Stepping farther into the room he pulls a shallow stone bowl from a hollow of the wall and sets it down. Piercing his hand and letting his tar like blood drip into the bowl Ar'Guran closes his eyes and heals his hand after it is half full. running his fingers through the blood and lets it drip through them slowly.
Taking a deep breath and swirling the blood he blows into it. as it dries slowly it flakes till its a bowl of shifting black almost sand like substance. Holding the bowl and turning to leave again, walking slowly through the rooms his eyes and mannerism's keep all who want to get close away. Getting to the top of the fortress and allowing his wings to open Ar'Guran slowly flies over to the fortress of Guran and lets half the dark sand pour out over the outside city. Stopping and turning to quick fly over the oceans and a few islands in the middle of them he gets to the Mu and the city of Gi'zeal. Stopping there and dumping the rest of the bowl over the city he smiles to himself and crushes the stone bowl before dropping it back into the water to sink.
Turning away he slow flaps away as he gathers his powers Ar'Guran and touches each fleck of dried blood and forms them all into a creature.
Difficulty: 9 Town Action Cost 3 AP +4 corruption +2 knowledge, +2 biological
-Creating or altering a non-sentient species smaller than an elephant.
Vitiosus Animus
Tiny parasites they are spread through sexual contact in both sentience and non as well as through blood contact. The initial incubation period is very short. They are beneficial to those they infect because they feed on the waste of the body and keep other infections and bacteria from infecting the host body as well as they eat dead tissue.
The bugs have a queen for every 50,000 bugs, who is slightly larger and stays in one part of the body while the rest move around through the body and feed. They are connected to their queen and will move under her will, while also feeding her and making sure new Vitiosus are born. Queens are only twice as big as the normal ones. They corrupt the nerves and other pieces of the body just enough their occupancy does not bring pain to the body.
The queens connect to Au'Guran in the lightest of ways and he can direct them to do small things if he so wishes.
The bugs can tap into the mind of the one they infect and transmit them to others for anything found that could effect the bugs.
Oswald had been rather happy with this turn of events. The Darkspawn had a new way of breeding albeit a bit slow. They?d still need to abduct Nirn to increase their population but this would keep the abduction numbers down. They?d really need to spawn Darkspawn out of their constantly. Perhaps later he could replicate the item on a wider scale. For now they would have to make do as he was trying to track an unnamed author of a few books that detailed the Darkspawn.
Oswald had a few plans for such a being that had traveled to see the Darkspawn despite the fears of most mortals. And if Oswald was right, the being would have traveled most of the world in whatever odd adventure he was on. This simply made him more desirable for Oswald?s plans for the being. He was currently trying to gather information from a few of the guards and locals of who this Nirn could possibly be. Oswald had figured it was most likely a Nirn from their fear of conversion to the Darkspawn society. Now he just needed at least a description and where he was heading to pick up the trail.
He was never successful in getting a name from any of the locals. He did get at least a description of who the author most likely was. He was apparently a very nondescript, greyish, male, Nirn, which had dark short hair. Not much to go on but what did give him away was his eyes. He apparently had completely blood red eyes that startled even some of the Darkspawn. He was last seen heading towards New Genesis.
With that information found, Oswald proceeded towards the exit of the city. He?d have to make his way there on foot. He knew he most likely wouldn?t encounter the Nirn on his way there. Seeing as how the Nirn had left the city a few years beforehand, but he needed to try and pick up a trail that lead from the city, or at least someone who saw the Nirn on the way to said city.
It was when he was night that he felt the urge of the Dark. It urged him to consume and spread its power. He needed to get the feeling out before he tried to do something drastic. When he came upon a lone Nirn, he hatched a plan. To the Nirn, Oswald had almost appeared out of thin air. There were no trees in sight and the moons were the only thing that illuminated the pair. ?Wh-who are you?? The Nirn says nervously as he takes a step back. Oswald takes a step forward. ?I am known by many names. The Old One, The Beast, The Dark One, but all are me.? He replies cryptically as he eyes the Nirn. Not the most devilishly handsome lad but he?d do. ?How would you like to make a deal?? The Nirn eyes him nervously. ?I? I don?t think that?s a good idea.? Oswald frowns at his reply before quickly masking his displeasure with a small but malevolent smile. ?You?d become quite powerful and never age.?
The Nirn gives him a skeptical look before saying. ?The catch?? Oswald chuckles at the Nirn?s warranted skepticism. ?You?ll be feeding my power with the souls of others. Do that and you get to live forever Don?t and I take that power away and end you.? The Nirn shuffles in place. ?This sounds like a trick? Besides I?m mostly content with my life anyways.? Oswald slightly frowns before saying. ?I always felt there were two kinds of beings in this world. Wolves and sheep. You catch my drift?? The Nirn nods in response and looks slightly more tempted. ?It surprises me how afraid most beings of the simple darkness. It?s quite a natural thing. The definition of darkness is the absence of light. You cannot see darkness. Darkness cannot exist with light. Darkness cannot be explained. Darkness only comes when everything else has gone. Darkness is nothing? Then darkness is everything. Do you wish for the peace of the Dark?? The Nirn almost seems awestruck by his small speech. His decision already made he nods his head once.
?Good.? Oswald mutters as he grasps the Nirn?s hand harder and begins pouring energy into him. He lets out an ear rupturing scream as he begins writhing in pain. ?What to name you.? Oswald mutters to himself. He needed a new name. Whatever his name was before wouldn?t do. ?It?s a bit cheesy but how about the ?Phantom Corpse.?
Difficulty: 11, Area Action, Cost: 4 AP
Immortal +0
-Grant genuine immortality and invulnerability to a single mortal.
+4 Darkness, +2 Death, +2 Shadows, +2 Item
The Phantom Corpse
The Phantom Corpse used to be a Nirn in legend that accepted a Dark deal and was forever transformed into what the locals would call a walking abomination. Everyone has forgotten his or its name. He stalks his prey and drains the life from them. Many searches have gone through the area surrounding Dusk City but it has never been found and seems to move around sporadically across the world now. Searching for its next victim.
Esther had found out a secret about Taumel when she had been paralyzed in the dream realm. She didn't seem to be all that comfortable around one of the other goddesses in particular. Presumably because this Leliani wanted to do things with her that Taumel had little experience with or got much joy out of.
It came back to her now that she was bored in Moondira, with Era too pregnant to have any fun with at the moment. She assumed the form of Taumel, as easy as if she'd seen it a thousand times, which she almost had.
Esther fell asleep where she was sitting with her back leaned against a wall and entered the dream realm. She wondered if she could pull Leliani in somehow, but tried by calling her first.
"Leliani." She whispered seductively through the planes. "I've got a present I've wanted to give you for a while."
Leilani-19/35 2MP- Yggdrasil
Leilani was exhausted when she and Nissa arrived back in Yggdrasil. Nissa had wanted to have some fun, but Leilani instead wanted to go sleep.
When Leilani was sleeping, she heard a familiar voice calling to her. It sounded like Taumel.
"You've got a present for me? Will I enjoy it?" Leilani said with a laugh. She continued to follow where the voice was coming from in the dream realm.
Leilani woke up from the dream she was having. It was a rather weird dream about her and Taumel. Stuff happened in it that could never actually happen. Her stomach felt big for some reason and when she put her hands on it, it felt like a bulge was there. It wasn't just a dream! She had gotten pregnant in the dream and in real life. Well if she was pregnant, she thought she might as well make it into a demigod.
DC 15: Turn a creature into a demigod (+4 nature, +2 shamanistic, +2 revelation)
Airy
Leilani will make the creature in her stomach into a demigod. She will be a small creature with wings, but has different forms she can change to when needed.
[Domain] +2 Deception: While Airy looks like someone innocent and a person you could trust, she is anything but. She will use her looks and appearance to deceive people and further her own ambitions.
[Drawback]-2 Dreams: Airy finds it difficult to deceive people with strong dreams of what they want, and she fears what hides in her own dreams. Ever since she was born she has suffered from nightmares. She would avoid the dream realm if possible.
assist. +4 psionics. Taumel assists by accident cause Esther impersonated her in her realm.
Bolt's unstable power keeps growing back he will accidentally assist +4 weather, will give Her weather powers, +2 life giving her under standing of it
Henrietta, using Gi'zeal's power, blessed the lower elements of Guran, making the people masters of stealth and thievery. People that were of lower status got better buffs than people who were already well off.
Ar'Guran
Ar'Guran made parasites called Vitosus Animus. They were spread through sexual contact and through the blood. These creatures were beneficial as they ate waste and dead tissue on the host body. These bugs have a queen for every 50,000 of them and these queens could be directed to do things by Ar'Guran.
Arora
Arora enchanted the area around the tree, accentuating the iron bark's chi. People that meditated around it gained chi powers. The more time they meditate at the tree, the stronger the chi powers will be.
Bolt
The mystic wheel Bolt created repaired the ship to its former glory and prevented any future damage it would get. It also had a cloaking ability and people could teleport to the ship as long as they wanted to be there.
Venari
Venari granted transmittable immortality to his Wraiths.
Leilani
Leilani imbued power into the creature within her, making her a demigod with different forms.
Era
Era blessed the villagers, giving them the ability to form body armor made of blood when they are wounded. It would not be acidic in this form, however.
Thumero
Thumero was able to scry the area with the fairies that touched the mineral, making it so he could see lots of the structures and settlements within the area. There's no sign of any A.I., but they do seem to be acting on someone's behalf towards a certain goal.
Oswald
Oswald granted immorality to the Phantom Corpse, a being that seems like a legend. It once was a Nirn and know travels the world, draining the life out of people.
Data poured into Thumero's eyes as the creatures he had altered were loose. None suspected a thing, but they knew that they were hiding from him. 'The metal beast' and 'The Prodigy' were words thrown by them in fear and perturbment. Mentions of needing to work quickly were also repeated amongst one another like his presence was upsetting some plan of theirs. He would open and close some mental gates in his proxies, making sure they could reveal more to the Psion about their grand scheme.
The proxies delved deeper in their cave network, and then the Psion's eyes caught something that should not be there. He reached out to her.
'Can you hear me?'
Rose's body was still and seemed lifeless. She was hooked up to a machine her mind in the deep coma to keep her from escaping. It looked like she hadn't moved for centuries
He grasped for the flower, pulling off the machinery that was holding her in place. Some noise was made as the devices clacked against the floor, but none of the creatures had noticed yet. It was only when the last restraints were off that anyone had noticed, and by then the Psion had teleported the flower out of the dwelling. Minutes after the proxies had recorded panic and rage.
After centuries with nothing but her mind she started to wake up. "Where am I?" Rose said as she lifted her body off the ground. She saw the God floating above her "What? I thought all of you were dead"
"Why would you think us dead?" he asked.
"Some of your body Were found lifeless most of as assumed you were dead" Rose then sat down on the grass "you guys have been like that for 200 years." Rose then looked up at him "we never even found bolt body"
That sounded too similar to what happened to him.
"Why were you held there?"
"I don't know" rose said she held her head in her hands "I left spike....." she then came to a realization "Oh my god spike! He must be worried sick!"
"Where were you before you were captured?"
"Travelling here I think." Rose then got up and started to run around. "I have to get back to spike, he must be worried sick." she raise two hands into the air and disappeared in a bright light.
'Be mindful that the threat from long ago has not been killed.' He passed on to Rose. The Psion could only hope that the demigod had listened.
?Henreitta? IV ? The fanged hill
Henreitta the 4th marched down the streets of the fanged hill four lieutenants of the major bounty hunting gangs of the Mu flanking her, all of them come to negotiate with spike for how to arrange his army.
Someone walked down the stair of the cities government building. he was the president who weirdly doesn't usually greet people like this "greetings Henrietta! You're here for spike correct, just follow me along into the building " The five of them walked into the building, smiling brightly at the president.
All 6 of them walked to the president office. the president open the door slowly before yelling out "for King vulture!" Where 5 mercenaries preceded to fire arrows into her four bodyguards.
shocked the lady of the mu could only watch in horror as her group was taken by surprise. She didn't have a chance to resist as she watched her allies get cut down as they drew their weapons.
most managed to get a bow up but no arrows were strung by the time their bodies hit the ground.
The President than open the door as mercenaries grabbed her. " greetings fair lady" vulture said as he sat in presidents chair eating an apple and the helmet on the desk The President opened the door as mercenaries grabbed her. " greetings fair lady" vulture said as he sat in presidents chair eating an apple and the helmet on the desk
"You must be vulture" She said calmly, trying to hide how much she had lost the advantage "I hear you are quite the force in this city"
vulture started to laugh as he got out of this chair
" I guess you are when you are about to become king" vulture then came close to her with the helmet in hand " but I guess people don't know that yet"
"I had my suspicions, you haven't exactly removed your competition quietly and I think the title you are looking for is emperor" She tried to end this last word on a sneer, with all the implications that association with emperor bolt came with.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha! That tool, the tool my organization prop up? Vulture said as he got closer " that failure was one of many plans my organization has been orchestrating since the gods first disappeared"
"Your organisation? You?ve been around since the emperor? Who do you answer too?" The lady threw the questions rapid-fire; this could be bigger than the fanged hill the Mu could be in danger.
"That failure ruined a lot of our plans but luckily we have been able to stabilize here by making the people fight themselves" he then raised the helmet into the air "but enough talk, goodbye". he then used the helmet on her as he laughed like a madman.
The Lady of the Mu and head of the bounty hunter's guild now under his command.
Taumel's spell had backfired some, especially when it came to Flora. Somehow he was able to fight the suggestion of doing actual work at the smithy, and instead he had become the bard of the establishment. Not that a smithy would ever need a bard, but it did raise the work ethic and morale some.
Laila had been angered at first because Taumel hadn't told her much at all about her plan. However, now that her guide had explained it to her she figured in some centuries it might be good to have one of the first "factories" ever in her own city. Apparently Taumel had grand plans including mechanized workers for the smithy in the far future. Now everything was manual though, and the noise and smoke that came from the large building was unpleasant. Paschendale had been more beautiful without it. Yes, Laila could appreciate beauty. There was beauty in death and war too for her.
Taumel had gone to speak with this Flora, after she had calmed her banshee down. She wondered how someone could resist her suggestion by twisting it to their own personal desires. Such an individual must be impressive indeed. What Taumel found wasn't what she had been expecting though, Flora was a male painted even if he tried to hide it.
She heard his voice from outside the smithy, despite the noise coming from the building itself and the city. It was the most amazing singing voice she'd heard in her life, not just since coming to the planet and the reef.
Taumel met with the crossdressing Flora. It was an interesting meeting. She learned a lot about him, or her, and what he wanted out of life. Her two current assistants... were less positive and hopeful in comparison. Oh, the Banshee could be positive when it came to her own expertise on death, but that was due to the confidence that came of never having lost a fight. Esther was a trickster and a cynical bastard. Taumel had seen visions of what she had recently done with Leliani for example. She hoped she wouldn't have to meet with the plant woman for the next millenia after that. It would be too awkward for Taumel.
Flora seemed like a genuinenly good individual though. Taumel knew those could be close to impossible to find. She struck a deal with him, saying that she would give him the ability to chose his own form as long as he agreed to join her in eternity. Flora was noticeably insulted when she referred to him as a he, instead of a she. Taumel remarked that he would truly be a she in every way if he simply joined her and swore to use his potential power for the better of the Reef Nation.
So, they shook hands. Flora would use her newfound power to inspire more acceptance and tolerance foremost. Even their spiritual guide needed to learn that. She did say it to Taumel's face to her credit.
<spoiler=Action>Dc15. Turn a mortal or creature into a demigod.
+4 Psionics, +2 Knowledge, +2 Evolution, +2 Secrets, +2 Destruction (Destroy his old form)
Bolt and spike were flying their new ship back to dusk city. Well, flying would be the generous way of saying it.
?How do you fly this thing!? bolt said as he spun the wheel back and forth as they approached dusk city.
Spike looked over the ship seeing the city was close by ?well it looks like got it from here? spiked then looked at bolt ?all you have to do is park? he then turned to Bolt ?I would do it myself butI need to talk to someone. Bye!
?Wait don?t?.? Was all bolt was able to get out before Spike teleported away ?MOMMY!?
Venom/Whisker - dusk city
Venom and Whisker were sitting in the main plaza of the city still being a little scared of the surroundings but getting used to it
?he can?t do this? whiskers said as she sat on a bench next to venom holding her hands on her head ?if he goes there than?
venom put his hands over her ?we can find a way out of this everything will be all right. we have gotten out of worse than this.? venom then look at her ?we just need to?.?
?Holy fuck!? bolt said as the ship crashed into the big hole in the center of the city. Luckily no one was there to get seriously injured except for bolt ?Ow?
?That just happens? Venom said as he looked down the hole
?I?m alive Bolt said in a very painful voice deep within the hole.
spike/"Henreitta" IV-fanged hill capital
?It?s good to see you again Henreitta, you have them ready? Spike said as she walked into the building with her
?Yes and I have another surprise for you? Henreitta said as she opened the door
?what is thaAHHHHHHHHH? Spike said as Vulture jumped out with the helmet and used it on Spike
?Surprise your a slave now hahahahahahah? Vulture Laugh as he took over his mind
when bolt crashed energy escapes from his body and went to Flora giving her the power of +4 whether and +2 life giving her perfect understanding of nature
As the pregnancy went on, Leilani couldn't do as much as she wanted to. She was confined to the room most the time. Nissa was with Leilani every chance she could get. She had to run Yggdrasil and the surronding area while Leilani was pregnant. Leilani wanted to do more, but realized it was probably better that Nissa took over for the time being.
While Leilani was in her room relaxing, she noticed someone was trying to make someone into a demigod. It was Taumel! Without much thought, Leilani decided to help her. She hoped her and Taumel could see each other and talk about the baby when it is born.
(+4 nature, +2 shamanistic, +2 revelation)
Leilani will assist Taumel in changing Flora into a demigod, revealing within herself that she is amazing at sex
Once the shepherd boy had completed his contemplation he was quick to return to the yak shelter. Arora could see disquiet in the way he moved. It was as if the boy had just climbed out from a familiar river, one that he often swum in, having almost been swept away in currents far stronger than he was used to.
The love goddess decided that she would follow him in her moth form as he herded his yaks home. She fluttered about his head as he walked, examining the plain, somewhat malnourished face and lank Nirn-grey hair. There was no objection from the boy to Arora's intimacy; he even let her ride on his shoulder.
Later, once they had reached his village by a stream in the hills, she discovered that his name was Sukido.
DC5: inspire Sukido to grow curious about the iron-bark topped plateau using +2 love and +2 wisdom.
Venari walked quietly through the frozen snow as day came again over the settlement of Nordvind, the fortress that he had been paralyzed so close to had grown a village around it which expanded in the years he was trapped until its walls protected him in his hut shrine as well as the ship he had constructed the fort near. Beyond the village as he walked he found that his trees had flourished, forming grand forests as he intended with a thick layer of his moss underneath the snow and growing upon the trees, forming a symbiotic network in which all of his 'plants' lived by sharing with eachother. Herds of elk walked paranoid through the forests as light came again, watching Venari, seeing both a predator, something that rarely found them in this now unnatural land outside of the Nirn, and oddly as kin, a thought he supposed that he had wired into them being responsible for their living in this age.
Snow began to blow through the forest and Venari moved a bit faster. He saw the walls that he had passed through on his way out before, he hadn't noticed before but the gate was closed. In his haste he realized he had glided through the walls forms without acknowledging their existence. The walls he saw were composed of fragmented and bolted together pieces of the hull of the ship that he had brought them to, as they were with the original walls he had established. Surrounded by ice to reinforce the structure as he had expected them to do as well. As he approached he saw men armored in bark, carrying blades made of the same bark.
They gave him odd looks as he tried to pass through the wall, asked him some questions and gave even more odd looks as he answered them. One accused him of heresies, asking how he had arrived at the city when his name being Venari came up. Eventually priests of the land were brought as he was brought to a building past the wall. They asked him questions, he responded, and after some time a man he recognized the face of arrived. The man which he learned was named Alexander, had the job of Keeper, he was one of many before him to have the duty of watching over what most had thought to be his dead form. Alexander having other duties within the city had yet to visit the shrine and realize that he was missing from it, left before rushing back after finding it empty as the presence of the creature calling itself Venari would imply. Alexander looked him and the relics upon him over intently and reverently. The change in his shape, that he was moving, living, and breathing. It was what those in charge of the city had been waiting for.
His teachings had been passed down over the generations, changed, refined, and ultimately mutated from what he had taught them. Method and technique became ritual, knowledge of the past and the deities that had came to them became dogma, beside slow absorption of the beliefs in the south. As he learned, he learned of the beliefs of Utanokogen which were also the beliefs of Silverholt beside the beliefs of Nordvind. Their lore rather than his teachings had become over the generations his teachings as through the view of the Utanokogen faith. They understood that the descent of him and the others, rather than a gift from 'Him of the Eternal Blue,' was their escape from him and that the benevolence of him that those in the south preached was false. They understood that those they deified were once like them, stolen from far off places beyond the sky. And they understood that 'Him of the Eternal Blue' and those who came as his servant were the enemies of all on the world in which they live. Beyond that it slipped back into the shamanistic beliefs in the south.
They keeped the beliefs to the fort as he had asked, to protect them, though as time passed they realized that they needed new members and that the truth as he had taught them it was needed to be spread to those they believed could be trusted with it so as to better prepare for what Venari had warned them of. The first they had reached out to were those Venari had left behind to manage Silverholt, and by then those that had been left behind had followed his instructions to find a new Chancellor. The most capable person they could find was one not of Silverholt, a man known in Utanokogen as the Huli-Xia who was leading the tribes that recognized him in a war against those in Utanokogen who didn't. Scouts who had for decades been trading with the tribes came to offer the forces of the Republic in the North, that had layed claim to the entirety of the land known as Silverholt and even the Arctic as well. It being proud of its survival and it being ignorant or pretending to be ignorant of those beyond its borders for the sake of maintaining the momentary peace of the land.
The story of the Huli-Xia was what came next and it came beside the story of Silverholt. The Huli-Xia became the head of the system in which Venari had established, though he had little actual control of it in his time, and the Republic entered into a full alliance with the tribes. Eventually this alliance fell apart as the first Huli-Xia died, and with it the system fell apart eventually resembling the kingdom that had came before. Those he had left behind and granted longetivity kept order and carried his teachings as he had intended, though for sake of stability one of them had to become King themself. A new nobility was born from those he had chosen, and while they were better than those that had come before it was incorrect as they understood. Under these men Silverholt became a bastion of progress in the North. New alchemies were developed from the gifts Venari had left them, beside the gifts of the land, and what they could trade for.
It was in these times of progress, that those of long life began to pass and the system passed into the hands of their apprentices. The kingdom fractured once again and as the wars began again a new Huli-Xia came, but while the teachings were retained this time the instructions were lost. They weren't accepted by most and those of Venari killed eachother until the order of the Huli-Xia and Utanokogen replaced that of the kingdoms and the old Silverholt. The apprentices after their power was stripped of them continued the alchemies of the land as was their duty to those that had come before them and in turn their own apprentices carried on the work when they passed.
Venari listened to the stories that were given to him with happiness at some and worry with others. The history of Nordvind as he had been told it was named was left mostly out of the stories once the topic of Silverholt had come and it made him wonder as the stories continued for days like this. At the end though it came again. His cult as it had reformed became based within Nordvind, and his secrets as they treated them were shared with the leaders of the cult within Silverholt which in turn came to recognize the authority of Nordvind over them as they were brought to Nordvind and shown the form of Venari. Agents of the cult spread as they could into everything they could. The eyes of the cult either controlled or became part of everything within Silverholt and placed members within what they thought they could within Utanokogen.
News of what lay even further South worried him as he realized that whatever Taumel had instilled into the minds of her followers had succeeded in driving them to begin wars to annex and control everything that wasn't them. He had failed in his final effort before he was dragged into his paralyzed state, and he had failed in disrupting the threat to his order as he had failed in protecting it from itself. The new order as he saw it was fine and stable uneeding of change though, likely able to survive what was to come if he acted properly.
Venari looked at Alexander as the conversations went on and eventually manifested the beginning of a new people. The machine would alter and reinforce his being as time went on and as it reproduced inside his body. to alter and reinforce him so that he could last. It would be some time until it replicated enough and began to show effects but it was a start... And it would likely be some time until it spread into the population of the new city. Then he released more of himself into the air and began to alter those within Nordvind. The alterations of the one were to some day become the alterations of the many, and the second set of alterations would help ease and negate the flaws of the first process.
It had been a long time, and he needed to rebuild again.
21/35 AP
- Bless those of Nordvind with a resistance to fire and other energies not unlike their resistance to the cold. Fires will not burn them. While this does not negate the weakness of Wraiths to fire and other similar energies completely, it does prevent them from being able to be set alight giving them a greater chance of survival should their weakness be discovered. This blessing will pass on to the children of those blessed in this expenditure of power, due to the way its genetic and mechanical properties have been engineered into the Nirn.
- Action is difficulty 11, with a cost of 4 AP. Total domain bonus applied to the roll is +7 (+2 Purity, +2 Hunt, +2 Change, +1 Deception).
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