[PDQ] The Grand Mythos Game Thread

[JoJo]

Roe - 20, 1

Roe gasped a sigh of relief as Disease took off, his arms were covered in scratches and bites from the void creature's assault but a moment later, they returned to their healthy selves again. The young god was just glad to be alive, he had missed Tsuranote's lightning fast intervention and so he looked upon Olek with a new sense of gratitude. His trademark grin returned and he ran up to Olek, throwing his arms around the larger god affectionately.

"Thanks for saving me... again, I'm Roe," the child enthused, gazing up at Olek with puppy dog eyes, searching every nook and cranny of the warrior for something interesting. He noticed something small held within Olek's breastplate, the homunculus the god had been created with.

"What's that?" he asked curiously, pointing up at the tiny figure with a stubby finger.

 

[Pappytech]

Nivix - 13, 1

Seething as he left the Observatory, Nivix took to the skies above the Hallowed Court. With a mere thought, his body hurtled upwards, above Eldarwen's Garden, above Pentar's Court, above the Library and the Ascension and the Entertainment Hall, moving at an ever increasing speed until he soared a mile above the various venues. Slowing to a halt, the god let out a furious roar, shouting his displeasure to the vastness that spread out before him. How dare Seith attempt to threaten him?! How dare the others try to scheme against him?! How dare they, how dare they, HOW DARE THEY!

His anger raging within him, Nivix tore forward once again, leaving the Court behind and charging towards Niv. Hardly noticing the heat and flames that engulfed him, the chemister dove straight into the heart of the celestial inferno, his movement stopping only when he reached the star's center. There, basking in the warmth and light provided by his creation, he began to shout and rage, venting his fury in a single, unending tantrum.

For what seemed to be an eternity, he cursed his fellows. If they would dare to turn against him, to strike against him as Seith had described, then he would not hesitate to strike back with all of his force. He would shatter them with steel, burn them with flame, plunge them into the heart of one of his stars, destroy them without any shred of decency or mercy! He would not rest until all they had built or cherished was crushed and reduced to ash, until their very existence was wiped from this world! Let them stand against him if they dared; he would make them pay for it with their very lives!

Like all things, however, Nivix's anger faded with time. No one had actually made a move against him yet; in hindsight is was quite silly to get so worked up over something that only might end up happening. Hmmph, damn that Seith, getting him so riled up...

As his rage faded, Nivix was once more overwhelmed by the urge to create. He had already forged Niv and the countless other stars that brought light to the vast emptiness, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more, MORE! He didn't want to just see the light or feel the warmth, he wanted to know what caused it, what formed it and made it so that it kept repeating!

He wanted to know!

...And if he wanted to know, then he needed a place to study. A place where he could not be disturbed, a place where his investigations and experiments could continue without interruption or distractions. A secret place, a sanctum for him and him alone. And where better to put such a place but in the heart of Niv itself?

A smile slowly spread across Nivix's face as he began to concentrate, willing various metals and materials into existence around him, substances that could survive the intense heat that surrounded them. Sprawling plans and blueprints began to blossom in his mind, each one rejected and replaced by even more complicated one. Undoubtedly this task would take quite a bit of time and all of his skill, but he would gladly give it all he had! Heh, let the others try to compete with this, his sanctuary!

Spoiler: Actions

Creating a personal laboratory, located at the center of Niv. Planar action, DC 19 AP 0.
+6 Knowledge, +4 Destruction (things are going to blowing up constantly), +2 Magical Artifice = +12
To be clear, this is supposed to be the inter-age action.

 

[Dogmatic99]

Zaeth 22, 1

Seeing one of the Ekiuru women dangled upside down like a rag doll was certainly an amusing spectacle but the intention behind it was a little disquieting. "If your flaw had been something else than kindness, I would have offered her as a sacrifice." Said Eldarwen.

I didn't realise that was a flaw."That wont be necessary." He said waving of the idea. "I'm sure I'll be seeing her later." So this is where Carnivox gets his wild streak.

After Eldarwen had had her fun she put her arm around his shoulder. An action that set his heart aflutter. At least it would have if he was bound by such things as biology. In this case it set his 'essence' aflutter for lack of a better word. It felt good to stroll through the lazy light of the forest world with a companion. Until recently most of the gods had kept each other at a distance. This as nice. He knew it was early yet but considering all they had together he didn't think it outrageous to think that there was a bond forming between them. This time walking through the tranquil wilderness with a beautiful woman by his side, watching as the fresh new lives sprang into being, it was a possibly the best experience of his relatively short life.

But all good things must come to an end and eventually Eldarwen got down to business. "I need your help, to create a portal which will withstand the ages. It will lead to one of your own creations, to which my daughters would travel on a pilgrimage to honour our alliance." Pilgrimages now that was an idea. Then before he realised where she was leading him the two of them stepped into a tree and walked out the other side. But they weren't on Eld any more, this was Roe. Tree portals. I should have known.

"In return, I would help you create anything you wish for right here. Maybe a temple, a ghost city or your own race." The tree goddess said.

Zareth looked around the canyon, its walls reaching high into the sky. He didn't have a chance to really look at it before, during the fight with Despair. He had to laugh, he had struck the planet with more force then he had thought. The earth had given way so easily. "If only Carnivox was here. He'd love to see the damage he left. As for your proposal." He said turning to Eldarwen as he casually knocked the great tree with his knuckles, sending a ripple of his own power through its trunk. "You never need to offer me something in return. This tree will outlive men and empires alike."

That was not his main concern at the moment though. Along the top of the canyon walls he could see a collection of small lights forming. He knew what they were instinctively. "Still I may have to look you up on that offer soon. But first I have something to see to. Excuse me." With that he took flight to the top of the canyon. The lights shied away from him as he landed.

They were Aask. But not like the others, their physical forms were gone. All that remained of them was the part of them that still clung to life. Clinging so desperately that it could not accept what had happened. But it remembered. It remembered the water, the feeling of being swept away, of being helpless. It remembered struggling and panicking as its body filled with water and gasped for air. All he knew of the Aask was from when he had seen M'endar creating them in the garden. He remembered them being small blob like creatures. They were peculiar looking but pleasant little things. Echoes of their memories permeated into his mind. Everything was so new, so curious, so exciting. Now all of that was replaced by fear.

Their final moments still haunted them and this new state of being was just as terrifying. One of them worked up the courage to float up towards him. its bal like form fluttering on the breeze as it struggled to remember what it looked like. Nudged at him, agitated. PArt of its body language seemed as if it was trying to speak but couldn't remember its own voice. but that was just speculation. Can the Aask speak? Zareth was ashamed to say he didn't know. He reached out to cup the little spirit in his hands. Stroking it and cooing like a parent over a crying child.

"It's alright, it's alright I've got you. You're safe now, you're all safe now." He looked out over the group, more were coming out of the distance as if they were attracted by his presence. The words of his creator voice rang in his ears. This was it, he knew what he had to do. "I'm sorry I failed you, it wont happen again. I swear."

He went back into the canyon, the ghost Aask in tow. He walked to the far wall where the canyon ended in a sheer cliff face. He let his voice call out across the distance like an arrow. Only two people were meant to hear this.

"Eldarwen, Melanthios. I am about to ask a lot of you. I am about to undertake possibly the greatest task any of us has. One I cannot accomplish alone. This will be my great creation, my legacy for the mortal world. I ask the two of you because I know I can trust you beyond doubt. I know this sounds outrageous but I ask you to lend me your power to mould to my purpose. More importantly, I ask you to trust me."

With a deep breath he drove his fingers into the canyon face and wrenched it apart like a man opening a pair of curtains. A flood of light burst forth from beyond the earth. This was the power of creation given form. Every god among the stars is going to feel this. Zareth let out a great roar that echoed all through out creation as he poured every ounce of himself into this new creation. He would make a safe place for these Aask and all mortal who followed them. A kingdom and a home for the dead to call their own. They would be safe forever. He would never fail them again!

He spread his arms as wide as he could, letting his power rush into the chasm and through that flow throughout all of existence and carry on forever like a great river. Then, just as exertion reached its peak, all was silent.

The universe held its breath.......................................................................................................................................................... and then it screamed.

Spoiler: Actions

Assist Eldarwen with her portal: +4 Age, the tree will never grow old.

Planar action: DC 19 Cost- 1 MP 4 AP: Forge the first of the great gates and create the underworld. 1 great gate will appear on each planet as well as numerous smaller ones. + 6 death +2 crafting

 

[ThreeWords]

The bravery of the fire god was near instantaneous, but Olek saw enough to know that a sacrifice had been made to save him. As his rescuer had disappeared in the portal he had felt message, a wordless pulse of courage and joy that had filled him with awe. For a moment he stood, motionless and silent, honoring the gift he had been given by the being he would never know.

Someone approaching. He raised his head, tensed, ready to fight, but instead small one ran into him, embracing him. \For a moment Olek remained tense, but then he though of the fire-god and his heart softened. As it did so, he armor lost it some of its weight, and the spikes and sharp edges faded in place of smoother plate-mail. He raised an arm awkwardly, and returned the hug.

"Thanks for saving me... again, I'm Roe" the little one said. As Roe stared up into Olek's eyes he found himself lost for words; and was about to experiment like last time when the Roe pointed at the being he held near to his heart.

"What's that?" Roe asked, and this times the words came easily. He reached up and scooped the tiny creature free of its niche. As he held it out, he allowed it to float above his palm, displaying it's form.

"Man" he said, simply.

"This being is the last of it's kind, but I know it is also the first of something magnificent. The race that it spawns will spread its beautiful, fragile glory across the stars, and I will revel in their dreams for as long as this world shall live." The words came easily, flowing from his tongue, but he felt like action would demonstrate better

With that Olek stepped sideways and away from the Garden, and away into the solar system. Examining the planets, he identified the on most suited to his creatures, and stepped again to its surface. Setting the homunculus before him, he sat crossed legged and began to focus.

Spoiler: Actions

Create Sentient Race: Humans
+ 6 humantiy

 

[Arrogancy]

Vantric: 23, 2

Vantric turned back to the warrior, it seemed to be conferring with the child, Roe. It seemed to have something with it, but he didn't care enough about it to bother asking. He simply walked away, as he had intended to do after the battle. There were things he had been planning, things he needed to do. Poisoned grass crunched down as Vantric strode out of the garden. He passed blackened, twisted trees and monstrosities corrupted by their brief touch with the monsters' power. It was sad, the garden was so lovely, he considered.

He made it out of the garden back in front of his own fortress, the Grand Ascension. It was good to see his home had weathered the assault of those monsters, he didn't want it to end up like Eldarwen's garden. There was still so much work to do, now that the monsters had been dealt with, he could get down to the project he had envisioned, sentient life. He smiled, now things would get interesting. Overhead, the new world, Roe, was innocent of his plans. He smiled, it was time for Roe to be graced with his presence.

Vantric levitated upward, and a dark shade enveloped him, carrying him away. He arrived on Roe a moment later as the shade deposited him on the ground. The soft grass cushioned his descent. He breathed in the fresh air. It smelled similar to how Eldarwen's garden was before it was corrupted. Similar, but not quite. Nothing like that would exist again, he thought. Sad. He put that thought aside as he walked the new world. The soft wind blew through the plains behind Vantric as he journeyed. He walked far across the continent, and teleported across much of it as well, to the far beaches where the new water was lapping up against the land, he traveled to the furthest icy poles and the arid deserts, at last he ended his journeys at the base of a mountain on the border of a great forest. Vantric sat down and contemplated.

Overhead, the sun, Niv, began its descent in the west, and was soon shrouded. This would be the perfect place, the perfect time. Here, in the shadow of this mountain. The thoughts he had swirling around in his head previously had now taken a definite shape. Yes. This would be where his people were born, where things would begin. Vantric rose, thrust his hands forward. "Now come forth." He said, focused, felt his power flow through him. "Come forth." They would be a people modeled after his own virtues; ambitious, cunning, ruthless. "Come forth." He said one final time, "Lainir."

Spoiler: Actions

Action: Create sentient race, Lainir. (+6 Ambition, +2 Murder/Assassination) I want to use a mythic point for this.

This is an original race, I'll provide a brief description. As previously stated, they are modeled After Vantric's own virtues, they are inherently ambitious. They are grey-skinned with dark hair, generally humanoid, somewhat shorter than the average human (average height, 5'4"). They all have a retractable bone-claw in their forearms just behind the wrist extending roughly 4 inches. They are naturally stealthy and secretive, making them adept assassins. They are imperialistic and seek to dominate or subvert any and all competitors.

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

Eldarwen 7, 0

Zareth did as she had asked, and told her that she never needed to give him anything in return. "That's not how it works, my friend. I will not be indebted to anyone."

He then went on to fiddle with some creatures, at first she didn't get what he was doing with them, but then she realized that they were probably dead. While she would not usually have been able to see the dead, maybe she could see them now because death himself was so close or because the canyon had been created with the power of death.

"Eldarwen, Melanthios. I am about to ask a lot of you. I am about to undertake possibly the greatest task any of us has. One I cannot accomplish alone. This will be my great creation, my legacy for the mortal world. I ask the two of you because I know I can trust you beyond doubt. I know this sounds outrageous but I ask you to lend me your power to mould to my purpose. More importantly, I ask you to trust me."

She rolled her eyes, or would have, if they hadn't consisted of pure magic. As if her tasks weren't as great as his. Yeah, right... Still, she had said that she would help him, and when he opened the canyon face she was blinded by the light. Eldarwen put her arm over her eyes, and heard him shout. She assumed that this would be hell, where mortals deserved to go after death. It was better than having them drift around as ghosts at least. How could she help with creating something like the underworld? Her preconceived notion was that it was a bad place, where mortals should suffer in an eternity and even if she didn't like mortals, only humans deserved such an end.

This would be better than she had expected though, as the tree portal to Eld was right in front of the entrance he was creating. What sane mortal would willingly travel this close to the underworld?

She thought of ways to help. Death had always seemed unimportant to her, until the day she had been killed. Before that she had considered herself immortal, which had been proven wrongly. Mortals became sad when their friends died, and some even forgave their enemies after they had died. Forgiveness, it gave her an idea. She didn't want to carry scars of a past life, into the future of this world. She didn't want to feel the need of revenge. It was an ugly feeling to have towards old friends.

Eldarwen channeled her magic into her staff and removed the arm from her eyes, then she did a sweeping motion towards the ground with the staff. Countless of transparent bushes and smaller plants were summoned. At first they were motionless, then some of them pulled out instruments such as trumpets and drums, which they could carry. Some of them were carrying baskets. They were ghosts of a past life and creatures who deserved better than her scorn. They began moving towards the light of the gateway in unison, while singing and playing their instruments.

The kami would serve nature in death, but free from all mortal plights. They were already dead so long ago. She wondered how they had died, if the end of the galaxy had been their end, or if they had been helpless against the advancement of the other races without her.

"I am sorry..." She said and shed a lonely tear. One of them turned to look at her, before hitting the drum on her chest with a smile and turning back to the light.

The march of the forest spirits. Eldarwen followed them into the light coming from the gateway. She made a pathway of grass for them to walk on inside, as they entered a different plane. Those with baskets started throwing seeds around them as they entered, which grew into flowers almost as soon they landed. She expanded the grassy plain, and they threw more flowers.

She had a distant memory of an extravagant tree, that was not green, but pink. Eldarwen made some of the seeds the spirits threw grow into cherry blossom trees. It didn't take long before the underworld was filled with flowers and cherry blossom trees. The kami continued marching though.

She wondered where they were going, when they stopped and formed a circle. Their song entered a crescendo. She would claim this spot for her daughters and the spirits. Water fell from her staff and became a lake, on the lake she put boats that were powered by magic. They wouldn't need anyone to row for them to move. The marching band broke off into two groups, one group entered some of the boats and the other went off to march through the garden.

It wasn't corrupted yet, and she knew that her daughters would find peace here.

<spoiler=Action>
Assist Zareth creating the underworld:
+6 Forest, cherry blossom trees.
+4 Nature Magic, The march of the forest spirits. The lake.
+2 Magical Artifice, the instruments and the boats.

 

[Doc Gnosis]

Ailish 1, 26

Much time had passed, but finally the stranger's image settled. It looked like some of her fellow gods and goddess, but only in the vaguest sense. The short golden hair had grown to wispy ivory locks, and the hard facial features softened to a more pleasing persuasion. Ailish noticed wings to the stranger's side that could stretch to cover itself, yet were not really there; perhaps an illusion of wings to lull someone into comfort. But this impression was shattered upon seeing its face again; there was nothing wrong with it, but from its lips the goddess noticed fangs protruding from its mouth, and red smudges around its eyes.

She could barely believe if this figure was the same person from her memories. But her apprehensions melted at the stranger's eyes. Red eyes met two glittering aquamarines, and what she found in them was unmistakable. Inside the sparkling facades, she witnessed everything from how it saw them; there were no landscapes, no names, only raw emotion that clung to certain images. It recalled the six other faces, yet Ailish could feel the clashing of terror and joy; they were both the closest it had to family, and adversity.

"I'm not going back." The stranger said with a quiet finality in its voice before its eyes turned away from Ailish. She did not say anything to the figure, but instead hugged her.

"It?s okay." The goddess said softly in her ear, hoping it would be enough to comfort her.

"I like this life... It?s the only thing I have now." The stranger mumbled, quiet enough for her not to notice. But she did. Ailish said nothing but kept her gaze on the figure in front of her, willing her to keep talking.

"First heaven was saturated with the souls of the deceased. Then the Premier vanished, then the four Kings of Hell changed, and... we changed... I couldn't remember anything after that." It was Ailish's turn to speak, as the old stranger looked expectantly.

"I'm glad that you and your friends are here. If we can reconfigure the others, there may be hope for the heavens."

"I won't help you."

"But the heavens are our home."

"I want to see the realm restored, but to fix the others like you imagine, means I must die."

"Your soul will live on in your friends."

"No! I will cease to exist when my friends reclaim their lost pieces from me!"

The goddess froze at those words. She was the key to restoring the others - Ailish knew this - yet she had already became self-aware. The face she remembered of the stranger was not really her face; more an amalgam of the others' than a face wholly her own.

"I know you mean well? but you cannot fix heaven." A fire burned in Ailish's heart at the declaration.

"But Purgatory is not our true home! We need to return! We need to save them!"

"It's more our home now than the other!" Tears began to form on the goddess? face as her hope began to shrivel. More than anything, Ailish wanted to leave and revisit her mind. But the stranger was not finished speaking.

"There will be a time to restore the heavens, but it's not now. And it's not going to be the same once heaven is saved." She said before the goddess left the observatory.

"May you find peace."

 

[JoJo]

Roe - 20, 1

Roe was fascinated by the tiny being that Olek held and skipped behind him as he strode down towards the planets, admiring how much the Solar System had changed since he had last been there. Now in addition to the fiery heat of Niv and the planet Roe, there was a forested planet, one that looked similar to his own but slightly further out and a shining moon that orbited the planet he'd created. Further in the distance, countless stars pricked the void that surrounded them. The young god couldn't wait to explore all these new places but for now kept following Olek, curious of what he was about do to.

Once they touched down on the surface of Roe, Olek sat down crossed legged on the ground and Roe ran off a short way to the new ocean, dipping his bare toes in the swirling water and jumping over each wave as it broke. He did this for quite some time, laughing merrily with each leap. Eventually he tired of the game and turned back to where Olek was sitting, making his way over to the god's side.

"Oh..." Roe said simply when he saw the homunculus Olek was focusing on. The child wanted to repay the god for saving him and so he decided to help with the race that was being created before his eyes. He added his power into the tiny being, willing it not only to live but to become something more... more like him. Roe knew though that his protector wouldn't want a race of eternally immature followers and so instead he gave the homunculus the gift of a short-lived innocent life stage, one that would be ripe for learning and growth and which in the end would lead to a more intelligent and adaptable individual than had they been born fully sapient.

"When you're grown-up, you'll be like he wants..." Roe thought, "but before that, you'll be fun and not boring and want to play all of the time, every day! I'll try to play with you too and make sure nothing bad happens, well most of the time anyway..."

Spoiler: Action

Assist Olek in his creation of humanity with +4 childhood, giving all humans a long dedicated period of immaturity in which to grow and learn. Instead of leading a race, Roe will be the patron god of all children.

 

[drmigit2]

Seith

Seith returned to the observatory. He intended to spend a great deal of his time here now. Ailish had left and he was alone, or so he felt. Horror was finished, dead, gone. In its place, laid a new creature, a female who represented the broken nature of her home. Seith had work to do, she wasn't fixed yet. It was his responsibility, everything was. He had to help her and he knew how. He approached her.

"I know this is a lot to take in but take comfort in that I am your father, I will not leave you and I will watch over you. I have a job in mind and I hope you are willing to accept the purpose I wish to bestow upon you."

She turned around and faced him, looking down. "That goddess, who I suppose would be my mother then, she left. She calls this place purgatory but you call it home. The Heavens are dead, aren't they?"

Seith answered in his paternal manner "Perhaps for now, they could be restored if we wish for them to be. This isn't purgatory, she will accept that at some point given time."

The broken angel smiled a bit at that thought. "I suppose, she would be happier to accept this as her home now. My mother failed to assign me a name, I suppose that means you must, unless you wish for me to name myself."

Seith laughed at the thought, "No, I have a name that would work. From now on, you shall be known as Sephariel. I want you to serve as the ever watching eye for my race."

Sephariel looked out the observatory and wondered. "Will I ever be able to leave this place Father?" She eyed the humans sprouting, the Ents forming, the Aask crawling. "I would like to interact with the others."

Seith held his smile, though it seemed to hold a bit of sadness. "No unfortunately, the fight between us has left you bound to this place. You have the power to extend your spirit out and communicate with mortals that way, but if I send you out, you would be a mortal with a mortal's life-span, doomed."

She got up and put her hands on the diamond shell that was her home. "I am to operate this then...will you stay with me?"

Seith smiled. "Of course I will. I will teach you to use this station to its fullest, to communicate with your sisters, to create your siblings and to be ever watchful. First however, we must make your brothers and sisters. Come, I will teach you."

Spoiler: Action

Seith is spending the inter-age period making a race of Angels, I haven't decided on a name yet.
Change+6, Enlightenment +6. Overall +12

 

[Floris2123]

Melanthios 17AP, 0MP

Melanthios looked at the defeated Hunger. He seemed to be unconscious. He felt that his planet had been created and decided to wait with creating his own race for now. He needed to learn more about this world before placing his children on it. Melanthios smiled, "I will be back later, Hunger." Melanthios first had something to talk about with Vantric.

Spoiler: Conversation between Vantric, M'endar and Melanthios

Melanthios was walking towards Vantric's fortress. He contacted M'endar. "M'endar I am nearing Vantric's fortress, would you be so kind as to join me?"

M'endar turned its head at that message. The moon was just about finished and with the help from Zareth it would be a beautiful gem in the night sky. To tell the truth, M'endar was always up for meeting new gods, though the introductions had been sparse so far. M'endar decided to teleport to the Hallowed Court for a while. Its body contacted back to its usual form. After all that, M'endar simply answered, "Yesss."

Melanthios smiled. "Good now that we are both here let's go. I wanted to talk to Vantric about joining our alliance." Melanthios walked towards the gate, he knocked and waited for an response.

The fortress was a foreboding one that towered over the Court, it was clear that whoever built it was ambitious with all the lavish carving in the stone and the rising towers. M'endar stood with Melanthios but tugged at its head, making sure its face was hidden.

Vantric flicked his eyes back toward the heavens, breaking his concentration. Someone was approaching his domain.

Melanthios knocked again. He looked at M'endar, then back at the door. "Vantric are you there?"

Vantric split his concentration, sending a part of his consciousness back to the Heaven's Court. Melanthios and M'endar were at the fortress. Interesting. "No, I'm afraid at the moment I'm off-world."

Melanthios responded. "Alright then. Would you mind if we teleported to you?"

Vantric thought for a moment. He had been thinking of forging an alliance with these two before the issue with the monsters began. It would be worthwhile to hear what they had to say. "Of course not. You can find me on Roe, just trace me by this fragment of my consciousness."

M'endar smiled. Every god wanted a little place in the cosmos to themselves, M'endar being an example. Of course Vantric would be making his own elsewhere. Melanthios spoke of teleporting, but it would be nice to have a suitable space to meet. Vantric suggested Roe, it was good enough. With a thought, M'endar now stood on the planet of Roe.

Melanthios smiled. He closed his eyes and focused, he then teleported before Vantric. "Greeting Vantric. I wanted to talk to you about an alliance. Would you be interested in joining our alliance?" Melanthios was wearing his robe.

M'endar walked up to Vantric and said with a snake-like smile, "We finally meet. Now, I believe that an alliance with you with be mutually beneficial."

Vantric nodded and sensed M'endar blink away from the fortress in the Heaven's Court, and felt the other god's power a moment on Roe. Melanthios was quickly behind him. "An alliance?" This was good, they had the same idea he had. "That sounds interesting." But he'd need to establish some other things about this alliance. "Before I commit myself to any alliance, please tell me, what are your plans?"

Plans? To tell the truth, M'endar didn't really have any, well except one. It said simply, "To deal with my brother."

Melanthios smiled. "My plan is to make a race that seeks knowledge and place them on my planet. After that I will guide them and make sure that they are safe. And what plans do you have for the future Vantric?"

"Seith?" Vantric asked, that was even better. Seith would be a thorn in his side, and already was starting to be. He would need allies to deal with him. Yes, this was going to be very good. He turned toward Melanthios, and nodded. "A worthy goal, I find myself quite...drawn, to sentient life. I am creating such a race myself."

"Yes, him." M'endar responded, "I suspect he is scheming against me with other gods." M'endar wondered whether to admit to telling more... But pushed that thought aside as the conversation went on.

Melanthios looked a bit surprised, "Interesting, I am planning to make them later though. I want to study this universe more first. So would you be interested to work with us Vantric?" Melanthios agreed that Seith was a threat with whom they needed to deal.

Vantric smiled, "It seems our interests line up quite nicely. I accept, I'm glad that we could reach this agreement. Melanthios, should you require aid in creating your own race, I would be happy to help." These were dangerous people he was dealing with, but they were also potentially quite helpful.

Melanthios smiled. "I am glad that we could reach an agreement too. And I would be very happy with your help Vantric. We are brothers now, so should you ever need help. Don't hesitate to ask."

Vantric nodded, "And likewise to you. I wouldn't abandon my allies, should they be in need." Yes, he thought, having these two on his side would advance his plans quite well.

M'endar couldn't help but feel that this ally would turn on them in the future. Ambitious thoughts were also treacherous thoughts after all. But Vantric's words calmed it and the god seemed to be against Seith, which was always welcome.

Melanthios was happy to hear this. "Well we won't distract you any longer, one last question before I go though. Do you need help with creating your race?"

"This seems to be the end of this discussion." M'endar commented, "Know Vantric, that we are not allies, but brothers who have chosen to stand - or fall- together." And with that, M'endar finished with, "But I'm sure that we'll support each other, whatever happens."

"I wouldn't turn away any aid, when offered." Vantric replied, "Thank you." M'endar began to make his leave and Vantric turned toward the deceptive god, "And I would never abandon my brothers. But before you go, you should probably be aware of Pentar. He seems to be your brother's pet lackey. Likely he will need to be dealt with as well." Vantric got up and offered each god his hand. "This was will be a mutually beneficial relationship, I have no doubt.

Melanthios shook his new brother's hand. "I agree this will be an alliance of legends." Melanthios smiled, he then made his departure and went home.

M'endar turned back as Vantric spoke and took his hand, "Knowing their blind fanaticism, they will hopefully end up destroying themselves."

Vantric cracked a smile. "One can only hope."

"Better to live in hope then be Seith's puppet," M'endar said as it broke the handshake and walked away, fading into the distance as it teleported back to work on its masterpiece in the sky.

Melanthios teleported back, reappearing in front of Hunger. He looked down at him and wondered what to do with the evil being. He then heard his brother speak to him.

"Eldarwen, Melanthios. I am about to ask a lot of you. I am about to undertake possibly the greatest task any of us has. One I cannot accomplish alone. This will be my great creation, my legacy for the mortal world. I ask the two of you because I know I can trust you beyond doubt. I know this sounds outrageous but I ask you to lend me your power to mold to my purpose. More importantly, I ask you to trust me.

Melanthios smiled. It seemed he had earned the trust of his brother. He said to him "Zareth I will always help you, and I am honored that you asked my help to create your legacy." Melanthios focused and his Wisdom of the dead flashed before his eyes. He focused and combined his knowledge of the dead with his magic and sent a magic ray flying towards Zareth to aid him. The magic gave him the power needed to make the underworld, and his Wisdom would aid him in knowing how to make it.

After shooting his beam, Melanthios thought about their talk with Vantric earlier He would help him with his race. He began to gather all the thing he knew about sentient life. He then sent another beam to an ally of him, this time the magic would serve as enhancer. Making sure that Vantric had enough power, while his wisdom would help shape the creatures minds. He also sent Vantric a message "Greeting Vantric, I hope my help will allow you to make the race that you desire."

Melanthios looked down at Hunger. He suddenly had an idea. A wide grin appeared on Melanthios face. He sent a message to his allies. "Brothers I request your help once more. I know that I am asking a lot but I would be honored if you would still help me. I am going to make my first pupil, I will change Hunger's mind to that of a curious apprentice, always seeking new knowledge. I hope that you will help me with this endeavor.

Melanthios forced his hand into Hunger, it awoke and Melanthios could feel his mindless hunger. "I will give you a purpose for your hunger, my student." Melanthios forced all his knowledge and magic into Hunger, attempting to change his mindless hunger into hunger for knowledge. And attempting to make him look different, he wanted him to look like the race that he would create later.

Spoiler: Actions

Sending a message to Zareth.
Effortless.

Aiding Zareth with creating the underworld.
Domains: Arcane Magic + 6, Wisdom +4

Sending a message to Vantric.
Effortless.

Aiding Vantric with creating his race.
Domains: Arcane Magic + 6, Wisdom +4

Sending a message to M'endar, Zareth, Vantric.
Effortless.

Turn Hunger into a demigod.
DC 15: 1MP and 3 AP
Domain: Arcane magic +6, Wisdom +4

 

[Terratina.]

M'endaxius - 13/30 AP, 1/2 MP

The masterpiece was going along, but there was something missing. A final gem to place in the socket, a final piece in the puzzle that would be the Oculus Obscuritatis - a dark obsidian sphere, resembling the eye that M'endar plucked out, with sweeping clouds swirling about the centre of the crater. At least the population of Roe would look upon it and be awed by the deceptive beauty that hid its barrenness, that would hide and protect the Aask, as soon as the new home was ready for their arrival. But then M'endar thoughts were interrupted as Melanthios spoke, his message resounding in its mind.

"Brothers I request your help once more. I know that I am asking a lot but I would be honored if you would still help me. I am going to make my first pupil, I will change Hunger's mind to that of a curious apprentice, always seeking new knowledge. I hope that you will help me with this endeavor."

M'endar hissed, it had slain Hunger and so Hunger was its prize. Melanthios sought to create a demigod with a hunger for knowledge... M'endar's temper left it, and in the cooling space of its psyche was left an idea. The hunger would be a chaotic one, it would be a demigod who sought knowledge for knowledge's sake. That must be what Melanthios wanted out of this, a devour of knowledge who could bring said knowledge to him and maybe his allies as well. A spy perhaps? Then the spy would have to be stealthy and clever to acquire the knowledge of things no-one wanted it to know.

M'endar responded with a quick answer, "Let it be filled with a mindless, chaotic hunger for knowledge, let it seek answers to questions no-one wants to answer, let it be stealthy to eavesdrop and capture the knowledge of others."

One of its hands reached and made a fist, channeling energy towards the defeated void creature and let it go, sending the blast of energy towards the future demigod. Now back to its own endeavor. M'endar wanted its prize that Darkness was so kind to jettison into the depths of the universe. But where was it? It could be anywhere within the planes. It could be inside the web of lies that Darkness had been sealed in, it could be among the stars, it could even be outside this universe... Nevertheless, one thing was certain. M'endar had be find it. It conjured up a dark pool of liquid and tried to scry for it...

Spoiler: Actions/OOC

Assist Melanthios with the creation of his apprentice

Bonus(es) - Chaos [+4], Deception [+4]

Conjure a small amount of something - DC = Effortless


Scry an area equal to the entire game world and attached realms - DC = 19

Bonus(es - Chaos [+4]

Questions

1.) Where is the ebony gem that Darkness spat out as it as imprisoned?
2.) Does it have any qualities/ranks?
3.) Could it be used to forge an [+ whatever] item?
4.) Is it in the possession of anyone/anything at the moment?

(Oh, just assume that M'endar put the Aask back on Roe for the moment, forgot to add that in.)

 

[TheBlueShotgun0]

Pentar 23AP 2MP
Almost as soon as the words escaped his lips, Pentar knew that this was not where he belonged. The others were building their contributions to creation. The God of Order would not be left out! "Never mind this." he said to the other God. "I have things to do, but this is not over." With that, Pentar marched out of the Hell Court, cap billowing behind him.

As he walked he reached out with mind to examine what the other Gods were up to. It seemed that many were trying to make their own sentient races. Trying to mimic my achievement? Pentar thought with disdain. I'll show them who the real creator is. He looked out at the young solar system and saw Eldarwen's world. It was covered in lush vegetation, but Pentar could sense that a sentient race was already on this planet. Instead he looked at the other planet, which seemed to be gathering much more attention. He could see some of the others at work on it's surface, crafting their own species and, in Zaeth's case, a whole new world. He also saw a new God who he vaguely remembered from the fight. He made a mental note to talk to him later. But for now Pentar had his own business to attend to. He picked out a yet untouched part of the planet, the southern most continent, and set himself down.

There, at the center of the land mass, he surveyed the plains before him. The trees and grasses, fresh from Eld and the other Ent worlds, were just starting to sprout. Other than that, the landscape was quite boring. It was flat and featureless. He would not allow his race to live on such land! Calling on his immense power, Pentar raised the earth into a great mountain, taller than any other on the planet. He filled it with vast veins of iron, gold, and coal. This would be the home of his people, but it was not yet done. Once more he summoned his power to bless the mountain. Those who lived here would be completely obedient and loyal to their government, and any court held here would be the fairest and most just in the world. Pentar clapped his hands, and it was so.

Spoiler: Actions

Enchant the area of a large city = DC 11 2ap 1mp
-Bonuses: +4 Order, +2 Justice

 

[Arrogancy]

Vantric: 21, 1

Vantric had begun crafting his species. He felt the ethereal power surge through his form and coalesce, take shape. They would be ready, soon. A second wave of energy flowed into his creation. Melanthios, He thought. Yes, the aid he had requested. This was good. Vantric began directing the energies. The addition of Melanthios's magic would benefit his race well, it would give his people a magical element, make them more powerful. This would work well.

Overhead, the sun continued to set, casting the shadow of the mountain even further across the land. In the skies, the first evening saw the revelation of the countless stars created by Nivix dotting the heavens above. It was a perfect, peaceful moment. The moment the true masters of this world were created, Vantric thought. The time was nearing, soon the Lainir would be created, and walk the world.

In his mind, he heard a voice call out to him. "Greeting Vantric, I hope my help will allow you to make the race that you desire." It was Melanthios.

"It has. Again, I thank you. Vantric responded. He considered reiterating his previous offer of aid should Melanthios begin his own race, but stopped, it was a topic for later. One project at a time. A moment later, Melanthios's voice rang again in his mind.

"Brothers I request your help once more. I know that I am asking a lot but I would be honored if you would still help me. I am going to make my first pupil, I will change Hunger's mind to that of a curious apprentice, always seeking new knowledge. I hope that you will help me with this endeavor." An apprentice? Vantric considered. That would be interesting. He could offer his aid in turn to Melanthios.

Vantric stretched his consciousness and saw Melanthios and M'endar standing alongside each other, with the remains of one of the monsters between them. Melanthios wanted to turn this into an apprentice? He considered the possibilities. An apprentice would be intriguing, having a hand in its creation, even more so. He would need to share it with his allies, but that was acceptable. The new being would prove an asset worth having, Vantric was certain. "I will aid you. He replied. The new apprentice would have a desire to learn, specifically it would desire to learn the secrets of others. He smiled and sent his power to the body of the new being.

Spoiler: Actions

Assist Melanthios with creation of demigod- +4 Secrets

 

[Doc Gnosis]

Ailish 1, 26

As Ailish traversed the Court, her mind thrashed with the exchange she had with the angelic stranger. The goddess had hoped that the she would help her, but to no avail. What especially felt like a weight to her was that it had feelings of its own, that while it was part of the others she valued her life above all else. She still remembered, but any help beyond that was reduced to reluctance. There's still uncertainty in her. She needs something more.

Her thoughts ended when she saw a gathering of power with one of the old strangers in the center. There was no disguising that her fellow gods and goddesses were trying to change it back, but how could she be certain they would restore its memories? More importantly, would it be more incensed to help her in restoring the heavens? Then a thought came over her.

By impulse she knelt in front of the stranger, with her staff in hand. She prepared Oiudls'Llu's tear from the observatory and dropped the emerald drop into its eyes. There was a power in grief - and tears manifested its power, but it tended to render any focus or ambition inert, but it was possible to motivate someone by another person's grief. Ailish hoped that the stranger would tie its feelings to the one in Seith's observatory, and possibly convince it to help the others. It was a love based on guilt and pity, but at that moment it was the goddess' only hope that the strangers could be restored to their true forms.

Discarding her staff, she placed her hands on the eyes of Akld'dali.

"Relax. Gather yourself." She whispered to the old stranger.

<spoiler=Possible Actions>Assist in converting Hunger [+8 Lore]
Make Hunger remember {+8 Lore]
Bind Hunger to Sephariel [+8 Lore, +4 Love]

Don't quite know if I'm overstepping anything.

 

[JoJo]

The Storyteller

The Storyteller paused as one of the children climbed into his lap, cradling her head against him. He patted her gently and then continued his tale.

"And so thus at the end of the First Age, much had been established but even as the age drew to an end, the gods were still busy. Upon the planet Roe, the God of Men forged from his homunculus the first man, with the assistance of the Child of Chaos who infused into the new being the phase and spirit of childhood. Early mankind would honour both gods, with the adults primarily being the faction of the elder god and the children, a race within a race, coming under the special patronage of the younger god.

Far across on the other side of the planet, the God of Order brought up from the ground a great mountain, rich in ore and precious metals, so tall it's peak almost touched the clouds. Nearby the Master of Treachery succeeded in creating the Lainir, a race fuelled by corruption and greed. In the Eastern hemisphere, the Ghost Father formed an underworld in the great canyon he'd accidentally struck into the earth and right by the canyon a portal appeared, created by the Queen of Nature from her forested planet Eld.

Whilst much occurred upon Roe, it was not alone in it's activity in the budding universe. Upon the planet Salustutis the Dark Messiah successfully converted the last of the Seven, Hunger, into an apprentice to learn from him. Meanwhile the Auguress of Times Forgotten endeavoured to bring back the void creature's lost memory and succeeded. The Deceiver scried the universe to find the ebony gem spat out by Darkness.

Somewhere far across the universe though, in a deep pocket of darkness, emerged a fourteenth god. If he'd been there since the beginning of time or only been born later, no god or mortal know. All they know was his name was Aen, the Hero's Guardian."

The Storyteller took a moment to get back his breath and shifted the child in his lap around to straighten his legs, then continued.

"It was an unimaginable two hundred million years until the next age would begin, however the gods did not sit idle. Amongst other things, the planet that had been referred to as Roe during the First Age, after it's creator of course, was given a multitude of names by the many mortal races that lived upon it's surface. Out of these names one stood out from amongst the others, one which would eclipse the rest. That name... that name was Evalon.

Now what else did the gods do? Well..."

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

Eldarwen

She felt at ease, now that her old friends had gone to rest in peace and her newborn daughters would find a similar peace among them after death. Eldarwen stepped out of the gateway to the underworld, and patted Zareth on the back. "Nicely done. I hope they'll provide you with pleasant company. They were... friends of mine when they lived, in a different universe."

The queen turned back to the gateway and looked at the kami inside. One of them was staring straight at her, it took her a few seconds to recognize and she felt a tug at her heart when she did. Ayamine, the first one she had spoken to, her first priestess and long term friend. Normally, the kami didn't live longer than other mortals, but she had given her the gift of immortality or so she thought. Though what difference did immortality make when the universe ended.

Ayamine waved at her, to make her come to her. Eldarwen didn't hesitate, she had been the only one to protest against killing her when she went mad. Maybe her death had been for the best, but there could have been other options. They had chosen the simple and fast solution.

"I missed you." The forest spirit said. "I was alive for so long... I got to watch the rise and fall of nations. I saw the advancement of the other races. I was there when the stars faded, one by one. At first they thought there would be new ones, but then the sun went out. It was a pretty explosion. I floated through the void, until even that went out and I too had to die. Your powers were quite something. A curse and a blessing, for me. I had many friends, but got to watch them die. Now I'm alive again..." She looked at her transparent hand. "Or whatever you'd call this. I think... I like being dead actually."

Eldarwen tried to smile, but realized just the pain she had put someone she loved through by giving them immortality.

"I am sorry."

"Don't be. No one else got to experience what I did. It was magnificient and terrifying." She looked off into the distance, as if remembering it. "I have so much to hate you for, yet I don't. I only wished to speak with you again, and hope that you are sane now."

Eldarwen thought she was, but how would she know? She hadn't heard voices, or had any sudden and unpredictable changes in her mood. She simply nodded.

"I'm happy then. I hope that this new existence will grant you something better than the last one. I would hate for you to get killed by your own again. I might have had an easier time convincing them, if they had known you as I did. I'm not going anywhere, so..."

"I'll come here if I ever want to talk."

Ayamine smiled and blew her a kiss, before running off to play with the others. Eldarwen returned to Roe, and went through the portal back to Eld. The encounter had given her an idea. What if she had been one of the kami? Still a godess, but maybe if she had looked like them and had the same form they would have had related to her better.

She saw a couple of Ekiruru up ahead. They were still like children, curious about everything and with little knowledge about anything. She towered above them, as tall as some of the trees. Eldarwen observed their bodies. If she wanted to fit in and lead them, then she'd need them to trust her.

She made herself a new body, one that was meant to inspire. A golden crown, long white hair and red armor. The legs were new for her, after she had gotten used to having roots and a tree trunk. It did resemble the Ekiruru though.

Eldarwen went over to the couple, who was currently examining each other's faces.

"I am your queen, chosen by the godess herself to lead!" She said, and struck a pose with both of her hands on her hips. They looked at her, before trying to talk as well.

"Why should we follow you?"

They were surprisingly intelligent, after just waking up. She had expected them to bow down and accept it.

"Because I say so?"

They looked at each other.

"You'd need to do better than that. We don't follow anyone." It seemed that they had decided to teach her that they were serious, because next thing she knew, they were attacking her. Eldarwen dodged, she didn't want to fight. What had made her daughters so prone to violence? She hadn't intended for them to be violent, not that she had defined any characteristic. They didn't stop either, even though their fists had no impact on her. One of them hit her in the face, but she couldn't feel it.

"Fine!" Eldarwen lashed out and used her magic, both of them went flying into the jungle. "If talking with them doesn't work, I'll do something else."

She flew up into the air and scanned the area. There were nothing else than trees everywhere. She would be the queen of a jungle at this point. That wouldn't do.

Eldarwen used her powers, to create the first village of the Ekiruru, one that she would continue to work on for the coming two hundred million years. It was nothing at first, just a few houses, but as other Ekiruru heard about her and the village, it grew over time. It became a city, and the city became a metropolis. The metropolis grew and grew, until it spanned an entire continent. She named it after her oldest friend. The great city of Ayamine. It would become a wonderful place to live.

She couldn't understand why her daughters liked to fight amongst each other. They'd beat each other bloody for fun, and unconcious if they felt insulted or threatened. It did give birth to the arena district though, where the fights became a popular pastime. A district for poets and music was erected as well, with a large amphitheater. Schools for studying their new world and their own biology were raised. Three guilds were formed during the two hundred million years, but they were not her doing.

The daughters of nature, the battle born and the night children. The daugthers were focused on taking care of nature and studying the druidistic arts. The battle born were warriors, those who loved the arena and guarded the metropolis. They stopped fights and kept the streets safe. The night children were darker, they slept during the day and rose hell during the night. They were the poets and the musicians.

Eldarwen didn't like their music or their plays at first. It was something she got used too over time, until she loved them, and even if she was a little ashamed to admit it, the arena grew on her as well.

The hundreds of streets were patrolled by water elementals, who made their homes in the flowing rivers she created through the metropolis. Fires were a danger, since she created everything out of trees, but with the water elementals and rivers they felt safer. Will o' the wisps flew through the darkness of the night, lighting torches and guiding the way for the night children, those Ekiruru who were born during the night or just prefered it over the day.

The buildings grew tall, but she also made tunnels beneath Ayamine. In the tunnels, gateways were put, which were used as a form of transportation. Above ground, there were flying platforms to carry Ekiruru up into the highest buildings. They made large ballistas, which could fire sharpened trees in case of an attack.

Two temple districts were raised, one for Eldarwen herself and one for the religion of the circle of life. She made an impressive castle at the centre of the metropolis, where she spent most of her time, unless she was working on another part of the city. Those who were considered high in the Ekiruru society moved there, to live in noble houses. Her neighbours were arena champions, great singers and poets.

At the beginning of the second age, the great city of Ayamine was the only known city on Eld and inhabited by millions of Ekiruru. Eldarwen felt satisfied, as there were still parts of the city where no one lived. There was plenty of room.

<spoiler=Action>Create a metropolis the size of a continent. Difficulty: 15 Continental Action
+6 Forest. All the buildings are living trees.
(Temple district, castle district, arena district, amphitheater district, school district, and a lot of other more common buildings.)

+4 Nature magic. Rivers running through the city, water elementals and will o' the wisps patrolling the streets.

+2 Magical artifice. Flying platforms, lamps, ballistas and gateways.

+7. Take 7

 

[Arrogancy]

Vantric: Interage

They rose just as the sun set on the first day on Roe. As if mimicking his own existence, the Lainir crept forward from the shadow of the mountain under which they were created, moving carefully into the light of the moon overhead. Vantric studied them for a moment. They were strangely quiet for just entering existence, though from the group he heard pockets of commotion rising and quickly falling. Some few were advancing ahead of the group, studying the outlying lands just beyond, entering into the forest, others were ascending the mountain, trying to get a better lay of the land.

Vantric got up and began to approach the group. They were so oblivious of their own destiny, he shook his head, he would have to change that. As he approached, Vantric made himself visible to the lainir. This was the first time the lainir would meet their god, it was important to make a lasting first impression. As the lainir took note of his approach, many fell back to the group, others took a few steps forward and stopped, striking a pose with one arm crossed over their bodies and the other kept tensed at their sides. Vantric didn't need to know anything about the budding culture of his people to understand a nonverbal threat.

Of the line of lainir arrayed before him, one took a further step forward. "Halt." He said. Vantric ignored this order, and strode a few feet further before slowing down and stopping. Several more lainir rushed around and began forming a second line behind him. It wouldn't be long before they commenced the kill. Or so they thought. "Who are you?" The first lainir demanded.

Vantric turned and looked at the lainir behind him, then back to the ones before him. "I am a friend, and a valuable ally." He said in a loud, clear voice. "I am also someone with a great interest in seeing you fulfill your destiny."

"And what do you know of our destiny?" Challenged a female from the line behind him.

"More than you do. Much more than you do." This seemed to upset the lainir as many began to glare suspiciously at him. They're learning quickly, I see. Vantric thought.

"Give us a name." The First snarled.

"Vantric. Yours?"

The First remained silent.

"I see you mistrust me." Vantric said, pacing once again. "That is very wise, but very stupid in this case."

"Why?" The female, the Second, asked. Vantric turned to her, altering his form to resemble the lainir as he did so. Many of them gasped and took a few steps back, though he was pleased to see the First and Second didn't.

"You should never insult a god, mortal. Especially not your creator." Everyone in the area seemed dumbstruck. "Let me try this again. What is your name?"

"Tyna." The Second responded in a voice barely above a whisper. Vantric nodded and turned to the First.

"Malen." He said, though he seemed equally distant. Both were unable to say anything further for a moment, then Malen spoke again. "You said you were interested in our destiny. What is our destiny? My lord." He added as an afterthought.

"You will learn in time." Vantric said, "For the moment, I only came to offer my aid to you, my creations."

"What type of aid?" Tyna asked, trying not to sound too suspicious toward the being who seemed to be their god.

"I can help you secure dominion over this land. Under the ground beneath your feet, within the mountain under which you were created, I can create a means of connecting the continent through tunnels, unknown to any other, of making the mountains host great bastions and citadels. I can grant you the knowledge to navigate these dark passages and achieve your aims. I can provide a manner to subdue this continent efficiently and quickly." Both Melan and Tyna were hanging on every word as Vantric made his offer. "However, everything has a price. If you wish me for my aid, you must first accept my terms. You will accept me as your lord god and creator. You will worship me for all time. In exchange, you will have my aid in all your ventures. Do you accept?" The pair seemed somewhat suspicious as they listened to the terms. They scrutinized over all that was said. They thought of everything that Vantric had said.

"So," Tyna said, "We agree to serve you, and you agree to aid us?"

Vantric nodded, "Yes. It's as simple as that." There was another pause.

"We accept your terms. My lord." Melan said, Tyna bowed her head in agreement. Vantric motioned both toward him and shook their hands.

"The Pact is sealed then." He said. With that, Vantric vanished and reappeared atop the mountain and focused his powers over the continent. The lainir would benefit greatly from this.

Spoiler: Actions

Change Avatar: Effortless (I assume we can make effortless actions without it affecting the main action we make on our turn)

Alter continental layout (create interconnected system of mountain citadels and underground roads across continent)(+6 Ambition- Helping the lainir conquer the land) (+4 Secrets- Creating an unseen method of getting around the continent): World Action DC 17

 

[Pappytech]

Nivix

Time passed by in imperceptible blurs as Nivix toiled away. Alone, tucked away from the rest of the universe, he crafted and built and worked, focusing solely on his project and nothing else. There were no interruptions, not here in the heart of Niv itself, to distract the god, nor was there anybody to consult or check with. It was Nivix and Nivix alone who poured his heart and soul into the slowly expanding foundation. This was his, and no one else's.

Some part of him realized that he was going about this in the wrong way. It would be infinitely faster and more efficient to simply will the structure into existence, to see it in his mind and project it into reality. After all, he was a god. Such feats were well within his power.

Yet there was a certain satisfaction in refusing to do so. To gather only the finest of minerals and metals from the thousands of worlds that drifted among his stars, purifying and working them until they shone with untold strength and perfection. To layer his own magic and power into every last scrap, ensuring that they could survive the raging inferno that was Niv's core. To forge each individual nut and bolt with his own two hands, painstakingly shaving off bits of excess metal with little more than a fingernail and a keen eye.

Girders and plates and rails and wires and grills and beams and balls and hinges, he shaped them all with naught but the utmost care and divine patience. Millions upon billions of parts and pieces, each and every one of them formed in the heart of a celestial forge.

And then he began to build.

First was the shell, a massive sphere that stretched nearly 300 miles across. Flawless and perfectly rounded, there was no clear means of entry or exit; only someone who knew the structure intimately would be able to detect the slight fissures that indicated an opening. Runes and symbols from a dozen different languages, all of them created and known by only one being, were scrawled across the vast surface, a mess of gibberish and bizarre writings that could not be read by anyone other than the one who wrote them.

Next came the interior. Initially it was little more than a series of hallways and corridors that stretched and curved across the titanic globe, but as time passed it grew to be more and more complex. Countless pivots and rails worked together to form an ever-shifting labyrinth, a maze that changed its layout with seemingly no rhyme or reason. Truth be told, there was a certain pattern to the walls and floors as they rotated and folded, but short of observing their movements for a couple centuries it would be impossible for any outsider to detect. Just as planned.

It certainly didn't help that the sprawling layout spanned an incredible area, far larger than the exterior should have physically allowed. Size constraints meant little, if anything, inside the lab; anyone expecting for it to be limited by something as trivial as space was in for an unpleasant surprise.

Then came the actual labs and equipment. Countless rooms and chambers, all of them dedicated to a different study or subject, were added to the labyrinth. Their entrances and exits would shift, seemingly at random, but their creator managed to keep track of them easily enough. As time passed, they were all filled with gleaming machines and mysterious devices, shining metal and sparking wires blending to form accouterments worthy of a god. Each creation was unique in form and purpose, differentiated from its countless brethren by some feature or another. Some shone with fantastic light, others were covered by dials and buttons. Some beeped, some booped, all clicked and clacked as they worked.

Years began to fly by as Nivix toiled at his task with feverish enthusiasm, stretching his powers to their absolute limits. This would be one of his greatest works, one of his most brilliant creations! It would be fantastic and powerful and interesting and wonderful and explodey and radiant and all other kinds of adjectives! It was his, and he would make it great!

Spoiler: Action

Just working on the inter-age action. Again. Sorry for any confusion.

Creating a plane-spanning laboratory: Planar Action, 19DC, 0AP.

+6 Knowledge, +4 Destruction, +2 Magical Artifice = +12

 

[Dogmatic99]

Zareth: Inter - Age

His work was done and at the same time only just beginning. The crack in the the cliff wall was rippling like leaves in the wind as Melanthios' magic warped it to his purpose. To the dead and the deserving it would appear as a set of grand doors leading into this new realm for the afterlife. To the living it would simply look like another rock formation. It had had the exact effect Zareth had wanted. He knew it was important to keep the gates hidden and barred to mortals who did not belong in this new world... for their own sake.

As he opened the doors he harnessed his allies power completely, mixing it with his own and using it to shape this new realm into a shape that pleased him. As he stepped through he left the physical world behind and before him stretching onwards throughout eternity was a world of his own making. Eldarwen's forest creatures filed in, bringing music and laughter with them. With the power of nature at his finger tips Zareth reached out and gave life to a wealth of trees, born to be forever in bloom. As well as forests he covered his underworld in rolling meadows and sparkling streams that flowed over the landscape.

Melanthios' magic complemented this perfectly as it made sure that his new realm would be forever expanding in size, able to fit in all new comers. He reached upward, the sky of this world was full of mist but with a snap of his finger magic and fire lit it up, bathing the underworld in the soft light of a midsummer day.

Zareth made his way to a lonely hill and let his sight stretch out over his new creation when suddenly he felt a pat on his shoulder. It was Eldarwen. "Nicely done. I hope they'll provide you with pleasant company. They were... friends of mine when they lived, in a different universe."

The death god smiled. "I promise you they'll be right at home here."

After she had gone he ushered one of the new creatures over, asking it what it and its people were. "Kami" They called themselves. And unlike Eldarwen's previous creation they seemed to have a mix of genders. The little Kami scampered off and joined its fellows in longing by the riverside in the warm light of the afterlife. Others were climbing in the forests and a small number had found boats and were sailing along the rivers and ponds that dotted their new home.

He looked out over the ever reaching landscape. He had done all he could to create a paradise, a safe haven for those most in need of one. And with the help of his fellows he had succeeded. This land would be rich and welcoming and in time it could change to suit those that came in the future. This new world between worlds was a part of him and would change to fit his will. If forests, rivers and meadows were not to the taste of the other races being made then he could make places better suited to them. He would never need to worry about running out of space, the realm of the dead was always expanding. its hills and fields would reach into the distance forever more.

"Evermoor." Zareth whispered to himself. That was a good name for it.

Then, on that solitary hill, he willed a seat for himself. A great grey throne from which he could look out on all of his after-world. After all, he had made this world and it was up to him to make sure it was kept in balance. Which, last he remembered was the role of a king. Besides, if I am to see over all of death for eternity I may as well enjoy it.

With his greatest task done Zareth took a moment to sit back and let it all sink in. He watched as the Aask made their way in and quickly began zooming all over the place. The Kami seemed quite taken with them and quickly started frolicking around after the floating blobs. The Aask seemed all to happy to play along. The sight of the two young races mixing with each other so well brought a warmth to Zareth's heart. The gods may be sharpening their knives for conflict but this place, his Evermoor, would always be a realm of peace.

With that the death god closed his eyes and lost himself in the sound of the laughter of ghosts and spirits when somewhere on the edges of his mind a familiar voice rose up.

You understand now. Your purpose. Why it had to be you. It was the voice from his birth, the one that had haunted him with talk of his deadly nature. It seemed more peaceful now. Now he wasn't fighting it any more. Now he understood.

"Yes, I do. Thank you." The echoes in his being seemed to fade away then, their conflict resolved. Zareth was whole at last.

 

[Doc Gnosis]

Ailish - Transition between ages.

Beneath the shifting form beneath her hands, she felt it finally settle. With only one whisper to the stranger?s ears, she vanished as silently as she entered.

"Go to her."

She tried reaching out for the other five, but nowhere in the planes could she feel their presence. Either they had left for another realm, or that they perished. Both possibilities baffled and terrified Ailish. Purgatory was built as a place that could not only imprison and torment, but not kill. How could that be? Did the portal introduce death to this world? Are we all at risk now?

As odd the idea was, the goddess could not dismiss the thought of death from her head. She held a fear for her body perishing, but her main scare was her soul being torn away from this realm before the woes of heaven were soothed. Some worlds never had death introduced as it was considered impossible long ago; the Ideal Gods had decreed that much since long ago. But now it seemed that death had found a way. Whether this will affect the others, the strangers, the creations purgatory provided, would be seen for another time.

Ailish found herself in the Mourning Garden, staring at the swirling vortex that led to where the seven came from. She had to see the damage, and see if there was something that could be done. Perhaps find a remnant tear or the seed to one of the Aspects. The closest thing she could do is find something of Sin; the auguress did carry a boon to them, even if they may no longer the same. She recalled a dark treacle that differed from taster to taster; one said it brought you closer to your true self, another said it corrupted your soul, while another said it created fire inside of him. No matter what they said, each one agreed that the 'honey' changed those who tasted it. It's this change that we truly need.

Before the goddess passed the veil she felt a fourteenth presence in the realm. Perhaps it could help should she return.


<spoiler=Action>

Enter the portal and find an artifact - or - 'forge' the Honey of Sin beyond the portal {+2 magic Item}[+8 Lore]

I'll get to a more accurate description of the item should it be complete.