[PDQ] Brave New World (Started/Open)

[Thomas Barnsley]

Arora - 16/30 AP, 2 MP - Silverholt

To her surprise and mild annoyance, Arora found that the worst part about hiding in Silverholt was the boredom. She was sure that all the hunting and subterranean scenery would all be very exciting for people like Venari and Thumero, but it certainly wasn't for her. What she wanted to see was harmony and romance! But the fact of the matter was that unfortunately, despite all that Venari had done, the wastelands of Silverholt were still largely devoid of life. Any that did exist spent most of its time simply clinging to that existence.
It would be enough for a hunter and his people, but for a lover it was a bit of a step down.
She found ways to make do, however. Spending time with Sraker as he grew up, taking long walks through the eerily beautiful tunnels, and watching out for the occasional displays of love among the Nirn were her prime pursuits. For the latter she even ended up involving herself several times by taking a mortal paramour.

In fact, it just so happened that she was lying in the arms of a slumbering (and highly contented) Nirn male at the time of Venari's announcement. He wanted to create a fully fledged subspecies out of this lot, it seemed, and had requested her help.
She was happy to oblige...

Spoiler: ASSIST!

Assist Venari in the creation of the Arctic Nirn using +4 love.

Add the following improvements:
- an intuitive ability for all Arctic Nirn to perceive and thus strengthen their relationships with animals, whether they hunt them or not. This would give them an unparalleled advantage when it comes to interacting with anything less sentient (and/or magical) than themselves. The implications of this include the potential to train animals as mounts or hunting aids quickly and with great effect, in addition to making it so that the Nirn need never worry about unintentionally upsetting the biosphere with their hunting.
- being really fucking good at sex.

She then suddenly received a mental image of Leilani sitting astride a bea-UTE-iful mortal. Looks like she wants a demi-god of her own.
For a moment, Arora considered how Leilani had potentially tried to kill her own demi-god. Then she remembered how nice all of her people had been. Then she got another glimpse of that mental image...
Once again, she was happy to oblige...

Spoiler: ASSIST!

Assist Leilani in making a demi-god with +4 love. Make her really fucking good at (consensual) sex as well.

Arora's partner stirred besides her.
"Uurgh..." he yawned sleepily, disentangling himself from the woman and rising into a sitting position upon the isolated patch of cave lichen which they had sought out for privacy. Arora rolled onto her bare back to gaze up at him mischievously.
"Going somewhere?" she asked, imperious. The Nirn cleared his throat awkwardly.
"I, um... I should probably get back to the haven..." he explained, trying not to look at the goddess.
"So soon?" she complained. "I don't think so! Get back here, I want to test something..."

...

Over the next few days, Arora found a peculiar feeling seemed to ring in her mind. It was similar to the energies that had been given off whenever a demi-god was created, but stretched out over a longer time.
It also felt close...
VERY close.
It was only when she next saw Ajax that she eventually learnt the reason for this proximity. He was sitting next to the warm stream which flowed through haven, eating lichen berries. Something about his bearing seemed different; he seemed vacant, as if in some kind of meditation.
"Arora." he said by way of greeting. "It's good to see you."
"It is good to see you too, Ajax." Arora responded as she sat down next to him. "I'm glad I found you actually, I was hoping we could discuss something."
Ajax nodded.
"I know." he said simply, causing the goddess to give him a funny look.
"Yes... Anyway, how are you finding this place?"
Ajax looked around slowly, pondering the melancholic vibes this place generated in his mind. The memories it dredged up from his subconscious, the confusion it spun between the widths of his skull like a spider from the unfathomed depths of his recent revelations, an ever turbulent grey matter web of questions and answers that led to more questions and answers that were questions; they spun around and around upon themselves in an infinitesimal loop that threatened to catch him and give him up as a sacrifice to the lords of the cobweb, the eldritch arachnid, to be drained of his blood and of his soul for their appeasement...
"It's growing on me." he said. "You?"
"You know, I think I feel the same." Arora agreed, smiling inwardly. "But you do understand that this is the best thing for us and Sraker, right? Until he is old enough, or the threat his gone, standing alone would be an unnecessary risk."
"He's growing so fast." Ajax whispered, almost to himself.
"It would have been better for him to grow up among his people, I agree." Arora said regretfully. Ajax looked up at her, confused.
"But he is among his people." he stated.
"The Nirn?" Arora asked, equally confused.
"No. The gods. There are more gods here than at Ebonbark."
Arora frowned. The fisherman was not acting his usual self, that was certain.
"The Feyeath are his people, Ajax. His mother, his ancestors at the Lucent Reef, his new kin along the Mu, even Mad Gules the Hermit! They are his people. And so are you."
"Me..." Ajax repeated.
"You are his father." Arora assured him, now truly concerned. She shuffled closer to him, making to lay her arm around his shoulder for comfort.
Then she felt it. He was the epicentre of this energy she felt.
Ajax was becoming a demi-god.
"You're..." she began, staring at him with alarm. Ajax nodded
"It was the Iron Psion." he said, reading her thoughts (perhaps literally). Arora was silent for a moment, biting her lip anxiously.
"Is this what you want?" she asked finally. Again, Ajax simply nodded.
"Then I wish you well." said the Heartfire, warmth returning to her voice.

The next time she was with Sraker, Arora knelt with the boy and together they prayed for his father's good health as he transitions to demi-godhood.

Spoiler: ASSIST!

Assist Thumero in making Ajax into a demi-god with +4 love and +2 courage.
In addition, rather than adding a power she will try her hardest to make it so that Ajax is not transformed into anything that would offend his former self.

 

[Methodia Chicken]

Gi'zeal - 9/30AP, 2MP ? The Breakopen forest

As the pair of god-monsters flew off his potent artifact in hand, or head as it were. Gi'zeal finally let out a breath of relief. Even if the two of them were flying off to some doomed battle they would at least keep the AI busy long enough to give him some breathing space.

Slowly strolling through the forest letting his wounds easing into a much needed relaxation Gi'zeal suddenly recoiled frozen in his tracks.
?Hell, Leilani some of us might not want to see that!? he said in shock. Followed by brief laughter when upon reflection he saw both Leilani and her subject were well clothed and the burst of sexual energy had come from some external source.
Well whatever the intent here Gi'zeal was happy to promote the spread of desire? in whatever form this was.
He gave the poor or lucky Nirn some of his power.

Spoiler: Assist Lelani

Assist +4 Desire ? Give Nissa an appreciation of all attractive aspects of nature. A desire rooted in the evolutionary forces that drive sexual selection. she will not be satisfied with anything but the most beautiful beings. Or the most suitable mates.

He had barely traveled a few steps before his mind was once again filled with a series of images, Ajax and the Iron Psion working together in what could only be called a training montage. seeing knowledge and the divine energies being fed into the Fey Gi'zeal glared into space.
The child?s father gaining such power. No this would not do. This could have severe ramifications.
With a touch of regret as he thought of the devastated new father outside the cave Gi'zeal brought out and shaped the desires of Ajax.
Every misfortune that have ever befallen the Feyeath, every event that had torn him far from any semblance of a peaceful of a calm life had been the actions of gods. From the dramatic reshaping of his son that had brought the death of his wife, to the danger of a hunter that had forced him into hiding in an alien environment far from any of the places he had ever called home. All this had been brought upon him from divine power for whatever motives they had gods had brought Ajax the fisherman more tragedy and turmoil than any mortal had suffered in this world.
Gi'zeal brought these feelings of grief and fear up as a wall, to reject the divine power being placed upon him once again.

Spoiler: hinder!

-4 need: attempt to use the misfortune of Ajax caused by gods to have him reject the divine powers being used on him (especially those associated with the death of his wife), and to give him a natural hatred for godly power used in the lives of mortals

Hearing a commotion up ahead Gi'zeal shifted into the form of a portly Feyeath with thick face hair and a wide grin.
Unfortunately by the time he arrived he was too late, massive worm was rushing into the distance a collection of corpses lay scattered around him. One he recognised as is own creation its disguise striped from it in death.
So they had spread this far already, perhaps the tunnels were nearby somewhere.
It would be worth investigating travelling at speed Gi'zeal took stock of his reptilians progress, they had set up a fairly large settlement within their tunnels but little more than huts amongst the vines, they had also integrated well into nearby nirn tribes, their hosts often totally unaware of their new member?s true natures.
It seemed the few he had found traveling afield had affixed themselves to nomad groups, thus increasing their spread even further, even if it was into the mouth of a deathworm.
Despite their progress Gi'zeal was disappointed, they were yet to use their gifts to turn other?s to their will. His exploiter drunks had been more successful in that regard.
He would have to remedy that, Perhaps some practical tools would help them along.
Gi'zeal plucked ten sticks from a nearby branch, and infusing them as to make others want what he wanted, he watched their tips begin to glow and emit a thin sweet smoke.

Spoiler: item

Incense of Suggestion
Heroic item

A golden stick of incense that releases pleasant fumes may be held in a burner or hand or placed in property owned by the user.

-will not burn down (however if put out must be re-lit to regain function)
-The user may target a single individual (mortal or animal) this individual?s wants become attuned to that of the user making them highly susceptible to suggestion and likely to do what the user says.

I want to attempt to make 10
If this scales like trivial to heroic items that would be the cost of a paragon item DC 9/ AP 3.

 

[Thomas Barnsley]

Arora - 13/30 AP, 2 MP - Silverholt

Over the months Arora had resided in Venari's haven, Sraker had undergone a phenomenal growth spurt. Maybe there had been some truth to Ajax's words; perhaps being among gods really did bring out his divine qualities. It was certainly not normal for a Feyeath to grow from a toddler to what would have been considered a preschool student back on her home planet in less than a year.
While slightly unsettling, this did at least give the child access to his powers much earlier than anticipated. She had felt as much during their prayer for Ajax. It was now time to give them a proper trial run, and maybe get some civilisation housekeeping done in the process.
The pair of them were walking in the tunnels when an outcrop of those strange red crystals appeared in their path. Arora found a good, melon sized gem and tore it from the encasing rock.
"This should work well enough for us." she said, handing it to the child for him to inspect. "Can you sense the divine quality it holds?"
The small Feyeath squinted his black eyes, looking deep into the crystal.
"It's broken!" he announced. "Someone tried to make something, but it didn't work, and they got this. I can see it."
Arora was impressed, if a little skeptical that he could know all that with such little experience in such matters.
"That's right. But broken things can still be useful. Here, let me show you..."

Spoiler: ACTION!

9 DC: create a one-off non-sentient creature bigger than a blue whale (or at least one that WILL be bigger than a blue whale, eventually).
The crystal will be imbued with heartfire that mixes with residual psionic energy, transforming it into a golem core. If the action succeeds, this core will be able to integrate into any inanimate 'body' of Arora's choice to create a full living creature; a golem.
This core also acts as the golem's non-sentient mind, one which is innately loyal to its creators (Arora and Sraker).
+4 love and +2 courage apply, due to the teacher/student/trial nature of the task.

Note: if the GM is not happy with this action being the creation of a creature, then it may be automatically altered to the creation of a trivial/heroic/paragon/epic item (which ever level of DC the GM deems appropriate based on the fact that it will end up powering a golem larger than a blue whale)

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

Taumel - The Lucent Reef - 10/30ap, 2mp

She could feel the creation of two more demigods, and she sighed, but these two had helped her with her plans so she wasn't about to stand in their way or deny them her help.

Taumel got a peculiar message from Leilani in particular. There were few words in the message. She saw two cute bunnies that greeted each other, then one of them climbed on top of the other and began to hump it. Soon there were a bunch of new bunnies in the areas.

Taumel was disturbed by this message as she thought it was some kind of messed up love letter or proposal from Leilani at first, but she got another image of the goddess stradling a beautiful nirn. She breathed out in relief when she realized that whatever the beginning of the message had been it didn't include her. She decided to influence the creation in a way that would make sure she was never involved again.

<spoiler=Assist>+4 Psionics to Thumero's demigod, like mentioned in previous post.
+4 Psionics to Leilani's demigod, with the intention to make her insatiable and blind to everyone that isn't Leilani.

 

[Lily5052]

Gi'zeal

The ten sticks Gi'zeal had pulled out began to glow at the tip, a pleasant smell emanating from them. Several Nirn noticed the smell of these sticks and walked over to the smell, stopping what they were doing.

Ar'Guran

After Viera touched the forehead of the boy and father, they started to melt together. This happened for a little bit until they reformed, making a creature the world had never seen before. This new creature had grown wings, hardened scales on its arms, and had a grey colored skin. It was the first of many of this new species.

Arora

The crystal, imbued with Arora's heartfire, glowed a dark red. While the crystal looked the same, Arora knew there was new power flowing within the crystal.

Venari

The Nirn of Silverholt looked similar to other Nirn. It wasn't apparent that they were a new strain of species until it was noticed in the youngest. The children were a grey or pale violet color and had darker eye colors than other Nirn. These Nirn could also see heat thermally.

Taumel

Taumel had changed the future of Laila, changing her name to Lalesai the Banshee and making her immortal. Her new future was fuzzy, but Taumel had plans of greatness for her. She would become a master assassin, warrior and general among her people. A vessel containing a vast amount of knowledge regarding death and battle.

<spoiler=Lalesai>
Leilani

When Leilani saw she succeeded in making her demigod, she let go of the vines entangling Nissa. The next thing Leilani knew, the vines she had made were wrapped up around her in almost the same position she had done to Nissa. Leilani could easily stop whatever Nissa was planning to do, but she decided not to, as she might enjoy whatever was about to happen. Nissa was staring at Leilani's breasts and was about to do something with her.....

Domain +2 [Nature]: Nissa will be very attuned with the world, more specifically nature. She can evoke the spirit of nature to do various actions.

Drawback -2 [Intelligence]: Nissa is not particularly intelligent, nor does she have any interest in improving her intellect. She relies a lot on her physical appearance and uses it to her advantage. She judges others based on their appearances alone, but finds few other than Leilani worthy of her.

Thumero

With all the teachings and training Ajax had gotten from Thumero, wanting to know the world better and to create a world of harmony, Ajax became a demigod. He did this for both his son and wife.

Domain +2 [Empathy ]: being able to hear the unspoken thoughts and feelings of other people; to intuitively know the mood and mindset of a person and directly speak to those feelings in a crowd.

Drawback -2[ Religion]: Ajax has accepted that it was the gods fault that his wife died, his son was taken and his life was changed forever. He has also realized that these so called gods are no gods at all, just powerful beings. He would be against any form of religion or worship of them by the mortals, going out of his way to destroy the existence of religion. He dislikes those claiming to be gods.

Era

Out of the ground came six Scáthach that Era had created. They were very big compared to the Nirn and intimidating. The Nirn didn't have much to worry about as they seemed to be benevolent towards them. The Nirn then got on the Scáthach, riding towards the Breakopen forest. These creatures were the fastest things the Nirn had ever seen or rode on.

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

Taumel - The Lucent Reef - 10/30ap, 2mp

"Give me your bow and arrows." Taumel demanded, and Lalesai did not object, but did as she was told.

Taumel thought it had worked, but there was only one way to find out for certain. She took the bow and arrows that was given to her, put an arrow against the bow and aimed at Lalesai. Her aim was pretty bad, as she was unused to weapons that did not target the mind. However, she hit her target on the second try by using her psionics to move it through the air instead of the bow.

The arrow hit Lalesai in the throat, and she naturally panicked, clutching at it and gasping for air. Once she'd realized that it had had no effect on her she calmed down. Oh, it had penetrated her neck, but that was about it. There was no pain, no blood and no lack of breathing. She pulled it out.

"Wonderful." Taumel said, then disintegrated Lalesai's valuable bow and her arrows in front of her. She was about as shocked by this as being shot through her throat, but withheld her emotions.

"I thought we were getting rewarded?" Avaline the hallucination asked. "This is a strange sort of reward, isn't it?"

Lalesai was about to answer, but could not when the Great Mind was right there. She remained silent, waiting for her orders.

"Give me your clothes." Taumel said as a second demand.

"What...?"

"Give me your clothes. Now."

They were nothing but rags anyway, so Taumel had to wonder what Lalesai was hesitating about. It was a simple order, and no one else was around. She did take them off and hand them to Taumel without being told too a third time though. Taumel disintegrated them like she had done with her weapon.

Taumel teleported Lalesai and herself away from the Lucent Reef, far away, to an unknown location. They appeared on top of a sand dune in a desert that was currently experiencing heavy winds.

"Great women are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser women to light the flame. Whatever the cost." Taumel spoke, sending the message into the mind of Lalesai so that she could hear her over the raging sandstorm. "You are hereby banished, Lalesai. No one will walk this path with you. I have given you one invaluable gift for the hardships ahead, but do not think any of this will be easy. You will become my weapon, but you have suffered the disadvantages of an easy life so far. I need tempered steel." Taumel smiled briefly. "I will wait for you to return to our home one day, when you are an experienced slayer of mortal and beast. If you do so too soon, when you are still weak, I will kill you myself."

"You can't do this to me! I had plans for the black hand, and my own future. I wanted children and a mate." Lalesai screamed, but of course the winds prevented most of her words from reaching Taumel. She reached instinctively for her bow, only to remember the Great Mind had destroyed that too, just like she had destroyed everything Laila had been, owned or planned. "I never asked for any of this!"

"You did." Taumel answered. "In many ways just by being you, Laila. Though Laila would always have been unable to achieve the greatness I have given you an opportunity to cease now, Lalesai. All you have to do is reach out and take it, for I will not give anything to the unworthy."

She was left alone after that, as Taumel disappeared with the wind. Laila broke down and cried for the fate she had suffered. It wasn't until hours later, when sand covered her and her throat was dry, that she accepted that she had brought this upon herself to some degree. Besides, she could still get some of what she had wanted for herself, just not in the reef.

Lalesai dug herself out of the sand, and walked down the sand dune. Unfortunately for her, the Great Mind knew her too well. They both knew she would sooner die than back down from a challenge, ever since she had received great power she had acted the part of the warrior to her core. Now she could not die anymore, so it was a question of time until she returned to the reef.

She would make the Great Mind choke on her words. She would make sure that when she returned she would have the experience and wisdom of age. The young would fear her for her age alone. She would make her master proud, and earn the leadership of the black hand through her own actions.

Laila had died on that sand dune. Lalesai would live forever.

"Off to adventure then?" The hallucination asked with a mocking grin.

"Indeed, seems she was wrong about me walking this path alone."

"No, you are alone, so very very alone." The hallucination laughed loudly.

 

[Methodia Chicken]

Gi'zeal - 11/30AP, 2MP - The Lucent Reef

Ada remained polite as best she could as her sister chatted with the unseen figure, nodding in response as he silently ?conversed? with her. It took every ounce of her willpower to not turn the twenty minute visit into the collection of emotional outbursts the last few had been. Finally bidding her sister and her? guest, goodbye Ada stepped out onto the beach. Wiped her eyes and walked away as fast as she could.

Alish had begun seeing ?Ajax? several months ago, at first most had dismissed it amongst several other strange sightings.
But long after such things had been dismissed as visions she had insisted on Ajax?s reality claiming her lost brother had come home after his wife and child?s death, that he needed care.
Most had allowed it at first but she had become distanced from the tribe, due to the discomfort caused by being forced to converse with ?Ajax?.
Now only Ada would visit her, Alish seemed happy at least, as draining as their meetings were.

Approaching the engraved tree she saw Vehno, his mate and their apprentice stood waiting for her smiling. If Vehno was smiling there was reason to be very excited or very worried.
In his hand he held two sticks of incense.

Gi'zeal - 11/30AP, 2MP - The Blackjade Tunnels
For a few days the seven Thaloc had clutched their incense sticks each leading their kin to bring them food and other gifts until they grew fat, satisfied and bored.
it was then they turned their eyes to the outside world, within a week seven new chiefs had a new best friend.
within a month seven chiefs were dead and a small cluster of nomad tribes were making their homes near the exits to tunnels, happy to make alliances with seven new chiefs who they very much trusted.
and the entire time the Incense wielding agents had been whispering in the ears of their cheifs, sharpening the stones behind their backs and making deals with their neighbors a voice had been whispering to them
To do my will, is to do your own will.
Gi'zeal smiled wide as the threads of an invisible state began to emerge from the blackjade tunnels
Continue to rise and more gifts will follow

 

[Thomas Barnsley]

Arora - 13/30 AP, 2 MP - Silverholt

Arora and Sraker returned to the haven triumphant, having successfully created the core of a golem. The child was thrilled, clutching the oversized gem to his chest as one would hug a brand new pet puppy.
"I wanna use it now, Auntie Arora!" he demanded earnestly. "Where's the body?"
"The body isn't here, little one." Arora told him soothingly. "I'm afraid we'll have to wait a while before our new core can be used."
"But why?"
"Because it's not safe. The slayer is still on the loose, and we can't risk facing it until you're ready."
"But I am ready, you saw! Nothing can hurt me now."
Arora gave the boy a stern look.
"Those are not wise words, Sraker. The world is a dangerous place, full of things which can, and will, try to hurt you. You will learn how to deal with this, but for now you must be patient. Do you understand?"
Sraker nodded sulkily.
"Good."

The entrance to the haven was now in sight. Arora waved to the guard as he opened the way for them.
"Now..." Arora said, bending down over the boy's shoulder to whisper into his ear. "Let's go show your father what you made today!"
Sraker giggled as he ran off through the haven, dodging around the Nirn inhabitants as he searched for Ajax. He was where he usually was, seated near the hearth and looking into the flames. His eyes shot up when the two were nearby and his spirits were lifted as he tried to get to his feet. The fur cloak caught beneath his knee and set him back down. He lightly cursed to himself before rising to his feet again. For all that he felt and understood from Thumero, there was a severe emptiness that begged to be filled.
"Sraker, my boy! And Arora! Welcome back you two. It is good to see you again." he said as he brought the two into a hug.
"Father, look at this!" said the younger (technically) demi-god as he hurriedly broke off the embrace to better display his creation.
"Hmm?" His ebon eyes perked open a little, and gazed at the crystal Sraker showed him and his mouth dropped a little. It seemed strange to see it, and part of him felt in awe at what energy was there. Like a mingling of Arora and that... energy that was thrumming in the caves. The excitement Sraker had felt was contagious and he wanted to indulge in it as well, but his head held that idea back. Since his breakthrough in training it felt hard to ignore the demeanour of the intensely earnest Nirn and as much as he tried to ignore it, their emotions were like a torrent. Other thoughts came up that sent a chill beyond the warmth of the hearth and fur, and for a brief moment his smile looked fatigued - drooping a little - before returning to its original position.
"Did you make this?" he asked.
"Uh-huh!" Sraker said by way of confirmation. "It's a golem core. When we go back to the Mu I'm going to give it a body so it can help me with stuff; you'll see!"
As strange as the idea was, Ajax smiled with his son's words.
"The whole Bay is going to be a different place when we get back. Would any of us a few years ago suspect that there will be a golem living with us back home?"
Arora seated herself at the other end of the hearth, watching the two of them with unashamed sentimentality. She took great pride in moments like this, and the fact that she could still bring them about despite the meddling of her contemporaries gave her great satisfaction.
Ajax felt this bittersweet pride from Arora; it planted something in him. It made him feel like he was not capable of love if her sentiment meant anything. She may not have meant it, she did not say it out loud, but it still hurt. He needed something to take his mind off.
"Did any of the others say anything about this killer? Is it safe to return home Arora?" His eyes looked tired as he turned to stare at the woman.
"No one has said anything yet." she said regretfully. "And I know for certain that Bolt would tell me if there were any developments. We can only assume that the monster is still out there."
"I think we could fight it." Sraker said proudly, prompting a sigh of mild exasperation from Arora. Ajax could only smile and nod at his son. He'd scold him for such a foolish thing, but it would not be fair since he felt a similar feeling as Sraker did. Even though he wished that the two would not need to, he would accept being ready to defend his child against this foe.
He stared at the exit, expecting that someone or something would come in after them before returning his gaze back to his son and the Heartfire, his eyes drooping. It seemed that silence was the best thing for this room. For all her own contentment, Arora could not help notice something distant in Ajax's manner. It was the same attitude he had held throughout their earlier discussion.
She leaned forward and scooped up a handful of flame from the fireplace, watching the way it flickered in her cupped hand like the timelapse of a steaming beverage.
"When will you show me how to do that?" Sraker asked enthusiastically. Arora chuckled.
"Don't you think one miracle is enough for today, dearest?" she said. "How about you go get yourself ready for bed, and first thing tomorrow I'll give you a full lesson."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Yes!"
Sraker scrambled to his feet, core in hand as he set off away from the hearth.
"Night auntie, night father!"
Ajax' eyes widened as his son said those words, surprised to hear auntie coming out of him. The Fey's mouth slightly open before shutting his eyes in a brief moment of shame before returning his focus to look at Arora. That grin slacking in favor of bafflement.
"Auntie?" he said. His voice was low, and came out nearly breathless. A sickening feeling was suddenly felt in his stomach and he started to shiver again. Arora smiled awkwardly.
"I, uh, yeah..." she said, her usually graceful manner of speech disrupted as she struggled for an explanation. "Auntie."
Little by little his head dropped to his shoulders, and his hands rested at his eyes. That sickness turned to an oncoming storm of things he had tried to hold back.
"No... No..." the Fey's voice was quiet but his tone was on the edge between grief and anger. Suddenly that control he was taught by Thumero was slipping...
"Ajax..." Arora said, anxiety clearly audible in her voice as she slid closer to the Psion's apprentice.
"No!" he was barely aware that Sraker was supposed to be sleeping.
"Where did I go wrong? Had I faltered as a father to him?? Please... Please stop... you're making this harder for me..." The last words were cracking and forced out as he felt tears on his palms.
"Ajax! Oh I'm so sorry Ajax, I was foolish to think... I'll tell him he mustn't..." Arora's distraught words trailed off. "You've never faltered as a father to him! From the time you risked your life to feed Felissa to... To just then, you've been nothing but perfect! That's why I chose you..."
"No!.. No... That's not important..." The storm of feelings that the caves had wrought in him was in full force and he was no longer in control.
"Why do you think that I cannot feel love for my son on my own?"
"I- What?"
Arora sat dumfounded, her body still half way between attempting to comfort the poor man and retreating from his outburst of emotion.
"That's not true, I... Why are you saying these things?!"
He did not want to say this, but he was hoping that Arora could understand. "... I felt it from you... A pride for how we still loved one another despite how I'm... different now... I feel empty from that... I feel..." His hands pulled away from his face to look at the Heartfire now with a face that was stretched in frustrated sadness. Arora reached forward and tentatively slid her fingers between those of the Feyeath, nearly making him jump at the gesture.
She swallowed back tears of her own, her breathes coming in shudders as she looked down at their clasped hands. Words came slowly, shakily.
"Ajax... I have never doubted you. Not once. No matter what happens, you will always love your son... More than I ever could..." that admission seemed to be particularly difficult to say out loud, "And I can't help how it makes me feel. What you have, to me it's just so... Beautiful.
You must understand that..."
Those words were very different from the demeanour Ajax had felt initally. Things were suddenly normal. There was still tension in the room, though it had lessened somewhat. Ajax's mind felt ragged as he wondered if this was her testing the love he had for Felissa, or if she knew what he was thinking as Thumero did. It was strange, and not in a good way...

For a long time they sat in silence. Everything that needed saying had been said, and Arora could no longer delude herself. The father of her demi-god spoke just once more before slipping into sleep at the hearth with the fur wrapped around him;
"I hate this place."
Arora nodded solemnly.
"Tomorrow." she assured the sleeping Feyeath, patting his hand. "We'll leave tomorrow."

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

Ar'Guran 9AP 2MP Grand fight
Bolt 11/30AP, 2MP

Stretching his wings out and keeping his main eyes closed as he jumps into the air Ar'Guran can feel the world seeming to twist in his eye as he wobbles before his wings start beating hard. Raising above the clouds and semi gliding as he looks down through the eye given to him the Dragon shakes his head as the golden glow flicks from one to the other before it settles on something in the distance. Folding his wings back and letting Bolt follow as he wishes he drops through the clouds towards the golden aura enveloped figure intending to slam into it.

Bolt was ready to fight this monster and when they were right on top of it he jump off his cloud and with his lightning power charged himself trying to slam on top of it

Faerie sensed the change of nearby essence as a sudden spike in energy coming from above, and threw up a shield around the shell before they could slam into it. The two prodigies that had presumably attempted to ambush her bounced off of the shield, not doing any damage to her. Unfortunately, the shield didn't seem to do any damage in turn to them either. She aimed her ranged weapon at the one with the least essence to finish it off first.

"So we finally meet you over grown toaster" Bolt said as he picked himself up from the ground. Seeing the monster pointing a gun at him Bolt decides to go all in and charge right at it trying to impale it with his horn while screaming "this is for Genesis!"

Catching himself in midair and flapping hard Ar'Guran shakes his head at the hard impact and glares down at the thing. As it points a gun at Bolt and Bolt charges like an idiot the Dragon roars down at the figure still partly hidden and this time sprays his breath weapon at it. Corrupting tar flies towards it trying to hit the shield and under.

Faerie sidestepped the screaming one's attack easily, and used her lance to deal him a blow that she had intended to be fatal, but only drained half of his essence as he moved too fast for her to take it all in one go.

However, it left the shell open to the stronger one's attack and Faerie lost contact with this shell as it was destroyed by whatever the dragon had used. She got the answer when the last information was transmitted from the shell to her, some kind of corruption breath.

The shell exploded in a brilliant light, destroying its high tech parts and beginning to melt the rest. Faerie was pleased with the initial test of her weapon. Oh, it needed upgrades, but she had taken two of the prodigies out and hurt another with a simple prototype.

<spoiler=Results>Faerie's shell is destroyed by Ar'Guran. Bolt is dropped to +2 for the rest of this age.

 

[booksv2]

Ar'Guran and bolt.

"Holy shit that hurt!" Bolt said as he grab his arm and slowly got up

Landing next to Bolt and staring at the to hot fire of the shell Ar'Guran glances at bolt and shakes his head.
"It did something. Your no more strong than one of the Demi's right now."

Bolt looked at him then to the broken beast that laid before them "hmm you know this isn't the last time we will see this thing" Bolt then grabed the head of the broken robot and said "We need to prepare for next time"

Shaking his head and stepping back Ar'Guran looks down at the thing and spit on it. Closing all 3 eyes and sending out to every god and demigod on the planet a clear message and the short fight that had happened.
"It's dead."
Saying to Bolt.
"I know. But there is nothing to do right now. I'm going home Bolt, I suggest you do the same and rest."

"WAIT" Bolt yelled "I have a plan for the next time this thing shows up" Bolt then put the broken head down on the ground and said "This will be the key to it"

Ar'Guran looks from the empty head to Bolt and back again.
"Bolt, is empty. There's no head in there. There isn't even any electricals. Everything melted and exploded when it died."

Bolt looked at him and said "not what it is but what we can use it for" Bolt then pointed to the sky and said "The reason that it killed any of us was because it caught us by surprise, with are powers we can trun this thing into a detector for anything else that comes to this planet"

Looking at bolt for a long second Ar'Guran shakes his head slightly.
"I agree it killed them because of that. But not only why. And we are not powerful enough to do that by ourselves."

Bolt look at him and said "Yes we can not make this thing only but together with you, me and all the other gods we can do this together" Bolt put his hand on the robot head and tried to make a plus +1 item with it" He also send a single to the other Gods asking for help in making it

Looking at Bolt and feeling him send out a signal to the other gods Ar'Guran stiffens for a minute before Nodding slightly.
"Fine, if they want to help so will I. But I need to go home and make sure my new made demi has not been doing things I have not approved of."
Turning Ar'Guran jumps into the air and starts flying away quickly.

Ar'Guran 4AP 2MP
Flying towards the Breakopen and pushing himself firmly Ar'Guran pulls on the power of both himself and the third eye he had been given. Shaking his head at Bolt keeping him so long he speaks to Viera who is ahead.
"Get ready, im only going to have a few minutes to make this work and I want to do it before the Greedy one comes for his eye."

Viera startles from where she is directing the Jeri in both where they should be protecting and helping those working, turning towards the very fast moving Dragon coming towards her. Raising a hand and drawing on her power she forms it into a globe floating next to her.

Coming in low and landing next to Viera Ar'Guran dips one of his claws into the globe and forces his own power and the power of the eye into it as well, it breaking off from his hand and hollowing out. Soaking up the power from all 3 sources at once.


Looking at the fallen piece of his claw and grunting softly Ar'Guran shakes his head and motions for Viera to take it.
"Im going to send Gi'zeal his eye back, keep that safe and see if it worked."

Reaching up and pulling the eye of desire from his forehead Ar'Guran can feel the pull of it whispering to him to keep it and use it himself but the power from it comes from his own corrupting influence so he was able to throw it off. Closing his hand over the eye and sending it to Gi'Zeal with a small message.
"Thank you for the loan."

Spoiler: Action

Difficulty: 13 Regional Action Cost: 5 AP
-Forge a +1 Magic Item

Spoiler: Picture

+1 Corruption

Made from one of Ar'Gurans claws it holds a fraction of his power that was kept there after it was removed. Made to be worn by a mortal it corrupts everything around where it stabs, physically and spiritually. Even the soul is not able to get away from it.
Any mortal using it feels an overwhelming desire to use it on anyone they can find.

 

[Godzillarich(aka tf2godz)]

Bolt - 11/30 2MP Thucho'Iro Heights

Bolt flew back to Genesis with the Robots head in his hand. At the time Mrs.Flower and fang we're looking after the thorn babies when Bolt flew in. Mrs.Flower looked at him and said ?Bolt where the hell hav?? Mrs. Flower then then noticed his shoulder was bleeding ?WHAT THE HELL HAPPEN TO YOU!?

?Nevermind that.? Bolt then lifted the robot?s head up and said ?I need to put you power into the head of the Robot I helped killed so we can detect more of these things coming into the atmosphere?

Mrs.Flower looked at him for a few seconds then said ?what??

?don't question god just do it!? Bolt yelled out

?Alright? Mrs.Flower said as she put her power into it

?Good? Bolt said before he went face first into the ground and fell asleep.

Mrs.Flower and Fang looked at him for a few seconds before Fang asked ?what just happen??

Mrs.Flower replied ?I don?t know, just help me wrap up his arm.?

Spoiler

Difficulty: 15 Continental Action Cost: 6 AP Forge a +2 Magic item

Spoiler

Make this broken metal head connected to the atmosphere and be be able to detect similar machinery coming through the atmosphere. +2 weather Bolt +2 weather Mrs.Flower]

Bolt - 5/30 2MP Thucho'Iro Heights

 

[Lily5052]

Leilani-10/30 AP, 2MP- Steelcoast Swamp

Some time had passed since Leilani walked into the swamp. It was getting dark and Helio was getting worried. He was ready to lead a search party for Leilani when he saw her appear out of the trees. Following her was some Nirn lady. Helio ran up excited.

"Leilani! It is good to see you," Helio said, running up to Leilani and hugging her leg. Nissa looked at Helio with disdain and envy.

"Oh Nissa, you don't need to look like that. that's just how my fellow Feyeath worship me," Leilani said.
"Is that who this beautiful lady is?," Helio asked. "I was so worried for you. I kept hearing loud noises and moaning coming from the swamp. I thought you might be in some danger."

"Oh you heard those noises? Ummm....yeah that was me. It was a difficult battle, but I perserved." Leilani exchanged glances with Nissa as she said this.

"Anyways, I'm very tired tonight, but I have so many things planned for tomorrow, Helio. It involves this lady that became my demigod. More about it tomorrow."

 

[Thomas Barnsley]

Arora - 13/30 AP, 2 MP - Ebonbark Bay

True to her word (one of them at least; she had to cancel Sraker's pyromancy 101), the very next day Arora thanked Venari for his hospitality and regretfully informed him that her time in Silverholt had come to an end. Once Ajax and Sraker had finished making their own farewells, the trio departed for their short-lived home at Ebonbark Bay borne through the air on the back of phoenix Arora, who was ever vigilant for the threat of the Ancients; she expected at any moment to have her feathered form blasted apart by one of the fantastical superweapons she had seen her captors wield in the past.

No such thing happened. In fact, part way into the fight a message bubbled up into each of their minds; "It's dead."
"Did you hear that?" Sraker gasped. "They killed it!"
"Yes they did." Arora confirmed. "It seems we left at the right time."
A short time later a her help was requested by Bolt, who was trying to set up some countermeasures against further attacks from the Ancients. She could get behind that...

Spoiler: ASSIST!

Assist Bolt with the creation of his +2 item. Make it so that it will be able to detect the presence of anything that bears no love for the gods.

By sunset their journey was complete. Arora glided to a swooping halt above a deserted outcrop of cliff, alighting herself on the basalt to allow her passengers to disembark. Sraker looked around at the coastal vista with intrigued black eyes.
"So this is where I was born?" he asked the phoenix as she flame-morphed back into a humanoid.
"Not here, no." she replied. "But this is where you were moved just afterwards. Do you remember much of it?"
The almost-one-year-old Feyeath gave the question some thought.
"I remember this warmness. It's a lot warmer than the haven. I can see the sun!"
"Now don't stare at it like that, child, or you'll burn your eyes."
Sraker seemed to electrify at the mention of burning.
"Can you show me that fire thing now? I want to learn it!"
"'Can you please show me'." Arora corrected sternly. "And I'm terribly sorry, but the lesson might need to wait."
Sraker's shoulders slumped.
"Why?!"
"There was time to spare in Silverholt, but now that we are home and safe once more it is time to pursue other matters. The mortals, your people; you will learn far more from them than from any god."
Sraker looked genuinely confused at this. "How? They're just mortals."
"A mortal may not have divine power, but that does not mean they have nothing to teach. Quite the opposite. You will see that in time. It is then that I shall return."
Arora knelt down to the pouting child's level and embraced him. When they broke apart, he could see that she now held the golem core.
"Until then you can look after this. I trust you with that responsibility."
Sraker took the core.
"Are we going to give it a body?" he asked.
"We can do that when I come back. Until then, keep a lookout for what you would like to use. Almost anything can be made to work."
This promise made Sraker feel a bit better. He gave Arora one last hug before backing away to give her room to teleport.
"See you later then!" he said, resigned yet pleased that everything would be ok in time.
"You're a brave boy, Sraker." Arora said with pride before turning her eyes to Ajax. He could feel the guilt radiating off of her as she gave him a respectful nod.
Seconds later she was gone, only a wisp of smoke left as evidence for her being there.

The first order of business for the Heartfire was to survey the region; she had invested much in the people of the Mu, after all. She would soar across the land in her phoenix form, taking note of any developments her godly bird-eyes could detect.
Twice throughout, she felt the need to get closer to a point of interest, and on both occasions she took a subtler form that blended better with the native fauna than her bird or feline.

Spoiler

The first place she visited as an insect was what appeared to be the beginnings of a Fey village. Tiny huts of ebony had been erected around a central fire pit not far from the river, and a rudimentary fence was in the works around a paddock where buffalo grazed. What's more, she could feel the scent of Yshtar on her proboscis, meaning that the enterprising Feyeath had already discovered at least one of its properties.
This was all good news, but one thing bothered her...
Why the fence?
The blessing she had enacted ensured that this particular herd of buffalo would not feel the need to flee from the care of the Feyeath until at least the next generation. At that point they may need fences, but now? Something must have prompted them to commence such a time consuming project.
She soon got her answers by listening in on the conversation of two Fey men.
"Aye, they just charged in an' took 'em!" an old man was complaining. "Nothin' anyone can do 'bout it, thems Kaish being so bloody big. Gonna have ter find new pastures."
"That'll be the second time we've had to move on account a those thieves." the other lamented. "It ain't right, we never done nuffin to them."
"Never done nuffin!" the old one echoed. "'Ts bollocks, that's what it is!"
It seemed to Arora that the fledgling Fey farmers were being harassed by Kaish raiders. To investigate further, she travelled to the floodplains. It was not long before she found the confirmation she sought; a group of Kaish, huddled around the partially stripped carcass of what she could recognise as Fey livestock. She could see from her facetted insect eyes that they were eating the creature raw.
Naturally, Arora was angered by this. She had half a mind to intervene then and there, enforcing harmony upon the region with the wave of a hand. Another part of her, however, though that would be a bit overly manipulative. That it would be better instead to let the situation progress naturally.
Besides... Sraker could learn much from it.

 

[Doc Gnosis]

Thumero - Silverholt - 9/30 AP - 2 MP

The Psion lay seated in one of the caves; the spear he had acquired from one of the Kaish lay on the ground as his focus was taken elsewhere. The threat was close yet so incredibly far away; the neural web that he and Taumel built could see their foe, yet the location escaped him. Then to his surprise he saw it fighting two of the others in a pitched battle. He could not make out what was said, but he could see the construct dying though at a price; seeing the damage Bolt had received from the foe was sobering as tensions died down. Ar'Guran's message came soon afterwards, confirming what he had saw.

On one hand he was relieved, but there was a cold envy bubbling. Imagining himself fighting that foe in battle - as dangerous as it was - felt some kind of spark in his mind; a liberation from fighting this creature that came for them. One moment of combat with that foe, could have validated everything that happeneed before his escape; the experiments done to him; the drugs; the slow process of replacing most of his body with metal, tubes, and liquids. But the creature was dead now, and Thumero would have to go elsewhere. A peace filled the caves - and the rest of the world to an extent - but he could only feel unease.

He barely registered that Arora and the two were leaving Silverholt. Ajax - one of the travellers that underwent what knowledge the Psion had - progressed well and had tapped into great power similar to but not like what the Nirn-folk commanded. He just stood there in the cloak made from that corpse Thumero gave him long ago. He did not say much but the troubled look on his face as well as his questions about Thumero's demeanour spelled out the Fey's concern. A stray thought roamed in the Psion's mind - one with his own strange want to fight the beast - and the concerned face on Ajax switched to an aghast scowl. He said no more but thought that Thumero was a fool. The Fey said good-bye without looking back.

The Psion's gaze went upwards staring at his own decisions in the ceiling. He imagined the metal enemy striking at him from behind, trying to make strike after strike at the Psion. He would dodge or the armor-skin would soak the damage though little by little Thumero felt himself winded and his gaze blurry. He would strike at the foe with the spear he carried with speed matched only by its ability to dodge the attacks. The Psion would push it away as it got close with his waning powers before trying to paralyze it by squeezing his head. It would crumple but it would keep charging, this time with the spear that Thumero had discarded. He moved his entire body with his head to dodge the spear creating as much distance between it and the Psion as he could. In a reflex the enemy lunged the spear at him with lightning speed...

Thumero barely caught it with his mind, and willed it to drop, but soon found another influence to the spear's path as it kept trying to thrust forward bit by bit. His mind felt a strain forming in the linings of his head as he got out of the way of the spear's tip. Evasion was cut off when he felt his side seared in emerald flames; the metal was no more on his left torso and a constant stinging was pressed into his mind. He looked at the enemy and saw billowing smoke and a predatory grin on a face smashed in by Thumero's fury. He felt an anger and lightning started to arc from his head. She started to back away while the charges grew in size. The Psion could not move, could not even think; only scream as electricity ran through and out of his brain. He could feel the taste of copper in his mouth and see a pool of blood from where his wound was...

The lightning would eventually cease and for a brief moment Thumero felt release from the pain. Then he saw the enemy again staring him down while he was stomach first on the floor. The lightning had reached the threat, tearig off pieces of 'skin' and melting the limbs, but it still kept going An act of quick thinking grabbed the spear that was dropped in the electric squall with his mind and impaling it through the chest. And then that was it; he could no longer move any of his limbs or objects and that ache had returned in full force. The foe stood there frozen in place with that grin not leaving its malformed visage. Then he head beeping, a hiss of air and then a loud *clunk* The next thing he knew he felt claws on him, tearing off his skin piece by piece. His entire body was screaming as his flesh was fully exposed to the elements and yet he could only accept the onslaught of pain. He saw the tip of the spear raised against his eye an inch away from the skin. And then-

Thumero shook with a force that caused an echo across the cave. He looked around and saw his body to be with his armor-skin; the spear was still discarded at his side. Puzzlement riddled his mind before realization, and then clutched his aching head with both hands.

"What were you doing??" The Psion's head turned and noticed a Nirn staring back, his eyes and strange skin marking him as one of the Arctic Nirn-folk that Venari had sought to create. The mortal could sense Thumero's demeanour though he had no idea what had caused it; he had reached out to the other of his kin to find him, thinking that Thumero would attack.

"I mean no harm." Was all the Psion said before vanishing in a flash, leaving the Arctic Nirn counfounded before returning to his life. It was not often that one of the gods would suddenly go mad.

??? - Thucho'Iro Heights

Jade lightning gathered around the head and made it glow a cyan color. Raw psionic power born from pain and rage was flooding into the item...

Spoiler: OOC Notes

Thumero will go south from Silverholt; dunno what awaits him. Also Thumero will unknowingly help in the creation of Bolt's detecting item, with the attempt to create a mentally-dampening effect should the item make contact with anything of the A.I.'s ilk if that's acceptable. [+4] in Psionics should apply due to the effect planned and the planned use of the item for finding similar creations to the A.I.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Venari - 11/30 AP, 2 MP

Something had happened. Venari heard something, felt something. He wasn't sure as he heard Bolts call for assistance. After a few moments he teleported his form across the lands to where he felt it coming from. Burning shrapnel was on the ground. It was where he heard bolt ask for help but no one was here. Except the shrapnel.

Venari walked over to one of the larger pieces and began to look through it. His hand melted into it as he picked it up. The Exterior was ruined, unknown circuitry filled it on a scale similar to that of his own but fused to worthlessness. The other parts when he reached out to them felt similar though they degraded further and further by the moment.

He wasn't quite sure what they were from or what their value was but he had ideas and his idea made him feel that they should be preserved. He mentally marked them and started teleporting them elsewhere to a place where the others wouldn't look. After the last visible fragment was moved he returned to Silverholt as he had left it.

As he returned to the tribes he noted the absence again. Arora and the others having left changed the feeling of the caves. He wasn't sure how or why but it hadn't been the first time and now he could feel it and see it in the Nirn as he watched them and their bodies change.

It had taken some time but he had eventually noticed certain oddities with them. They were being altered faster than he had planned, the children especially. Their minds were exhibiting different and new abilities, some that caused pain to the adults he had found as discovered some writhing in pain in one of the darker passages. The quirks of their anatomy and the new habits... It took him less than a second to determine the source of the anomalies so he had little fear that they were in danger but it still worried him to see the changes as they had resulted.

Thinking to himself he pulled out a tiny shard of ice and began to carve into it as he shunted energy into it. It would be a small thing of similar material to himself. Able to take the shape of whatever he intended in the future with enough strength behind them to actually make them useful when he worked his powers over the world.

Spoiler: Venari's Action

- Create +1 item. Monokifers (+1 Tools).
- Action is difficulty 13, with a cost of 5 AP. Total domain bonus applied to the roll is +4.

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

-Assist Bolt with the creation of his object, +4. +2 Hunt to better detect intruders, +2 Purity to further clarify what it detects.

 

[Godzillarich(aka tf2godz)]

Mrs.Flower - 0/0 Thucho'Iro Heights
Leilani-10/30 AP, 2MP- Steelcoast Swamp

after taking care of Bolts arm Mrs.Flower looked over the little thorns. as she was looking over them with Fang she wonder how the other thorns where doing and decided to have visted them. with her powers to she teleported to Steelcoast Swamp to she her kids

Leilani was walking to her room with Nissa when a strange creature appeared in front of Leilani. She didn't know who it was at first, but it came back to her. "Oh you are that flower I saved for Bolt. So how are you doing? What brings you here?"
"Is this one of your slaves like me?", Nissa said.

"No was just helping a friend who needed help. Anyways what brings you here?"

Mrs.Flower looked around alittle bit then back to Leilani and said "how are my children" Mrs.Flower then looked at Nissa and said "I know I'm going to hate you so much"

Nissa looked like she was going to do something to Mrs. Flower due to that remark. "Now, now Nissa. We don't want to get a fellow god mad at us. You also don't want to waste your energy for tonight do you?"

"Fine. If you insist. Tonight should be lots of fun then," Nissa said looking into Leilani's eyes.

"Anyways," getting back on track with what Mrs. Flower asked, "yes they are doing very well. They have gotten along very well with the Feyeath here. The relationship between these thorn and feyeath have made this place very posperous and rich in soil around Yggdrasil. Not sure you've seen this place have you? What do you think of it?"

" looks a bit tacky but very lush" Mrs.Flower then looked down and saw 4 Feyeath hugging her feet "These creatures are really clingy..." she then picked one of them up then said "..yet so cute" right before she started to hug it "Maybe I should invite some of them to are village

"Yeah these Feyeath like worship me like a god and love to latch onto my legs. That's how they show their affection." Leilani thought about Mrs. Flower idea. "Well you did give me some of your thorns, so it would only be right. Though not sure how many would want to go. Most like this place. How would you given get them to your destination? I don't even remember where bolt's place is."

Mrs. Flower put down the Feyeath "It's fine I wouldn't want to take them they're not pet or property, they're people" Mrs. Flower looked at Nissa and said "even if some jackasses think otherwise"

"I'm through taking with this plant, " Nissa said, getting ready to rush up and attack Mrs. Flower. Leilani intervened before she could get far.

"Now, now, Nissa. I know you like to get feisty, but now is not the time for this. We don't want to anger other gods now, even if their demi's annoy you."

Nissa listened and decided to not attack Mrs. Flower.

"So what exactly did you come here for? So far you've just antagonized dear Nissa here. While I know just how powerful she can be, don't want to think of what she'd do if she got her hands on you."

Mrs. Flower looked at them and said "I have just came to see my kids that is all, also Bolt is making something you can help with that is you want." as she start to walk away she heared a Feyeath scream "all hail the rose". She give the word rose some thought then left

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Venari and Bolt - Thucho'Iro Heights

As night fell over the lands, a silver cloud appeared near the resting place of Bolt. As it was noticed, it shifted and coalesced into the form of a man. He was covered in white and grey furs and looked with curious eyes at Bolt.

"Wha......" Bolt said as he picked himself up, shook his head looked at Venari and said "Oh, it's you, how is it going?"

"Things are well," Venari replied looking at Bolt. "How have they went for you?"

"oh nothing much, since we last met I have lost a beautiful land to a monster, found out my friend is doing slavery, there's a killer A.I that will keep sending giant robots to kill us, and I have just been shot. nothing much" bolt said as he sat down.

Venari thought for a few moments before responding "A Killer AI? Is that what it was?"

Bolt grabbed his arm and said "Yes what ever it is, it will be back and..." Bolt then hung his head down and said "..and it works for the Ancients, they know we're here."

"It was doubtful that they stopped watching their ship when it was taken." Venari replied "But this Slayer, It's coming back? More of it?" He walked a bit closer to bolt and continued "What form did it take?"

"like a metal woman" Bolt said "It was just a shell it will send more of them that's why I'm make this" Bolt then showed him the head of the robot.

Venari nodded and looked at the head as it was presented "I heard when you had asked, I've added my energy to it."

"Thanks, So is that all you wanted to knew about or do you have more questions for me" Bolt said as he lead on the ground ready to go to sleep
"That's all I wanted to ask Bolt." Venari responded "Take care."

"Good night" Bolt said before going back to sleep.

As Bolt once again fell asleep Venari teleported his form back to Silverholt to resume work on his new tools.

 

[LittleBabyBera22]

Era Bloodwitch: 14/30 AP. Location: Eastern Border of Silverholt.

Era and her mutations rode the scáthach towards the Breakopen. She looked down at the fleeting snow beneath her. Era felt dizzy and shifted on the back of the scáthach. Lucian called the caravan to a halt and looked upon Eras pale figure.

"Miss Bloodwitch? Are you okay?" Lucian quietly asked.

"Fine" She grumbled.

The caravan continued on towards the Breakopen and soon enough the sun began to set. Era halted the group and climbed off her scáthach.

"Alright everyone, we're camping here for the night." She commanded.

The mutations climbed down and quickly built a fire pit. Lucian started the fire and sat against the scáthachs rich fur. Era walked beyond the group and stumbled to a glaicer. Her vision blurred and she stumbled. Eras fingers dripped with blood and hit the ice. The ice morphed into a thick staff with a red crystal at the tip. She cursed herself.
"What's going on with me?" She hissed.
Era walked back towards the caravan and hissed as Lucian was acting inappropriately with a Nirn maiden. Eras anger boiled and she screamed out in Latin. A dark stream of blood whipped Lucian in the back.She walked over and grabbed his collar. Leaning down she hissed in his ear.
"If I ever see that again. I will rip your insides out."
Lucian shivered and whimpered.
"Yes, ma'am."
Era released him and lay against the scáthach across the way. Closing her eyes and feeling her pulse radiating through her staff

Spoiler

Difficulty: 13 Regional Action Cost: 5 AP
-Forge a +1 Magic Item

The staff was made of ice and blood. It's sole purpose is to aid Era as she travels. She is capable of channeling her blood and blood magic through the crystal at the top

 

[Thomas Barnsley]

Arora - 13/30 AP, 2 MP - the Lower River Mu, 10 YEARS LATER

Desolation.

The buffalo bones that firefly Arora had seen the Kaish leave a decade ago were long gone beneath the dark mud, covered over by the silt of the ten annual floods. Above them, stacked like a miniature fossil record, the remains of a long and bloody feud had built up. More buffalo lay side by side, stripped clean and marked with spears. They were not alone in death; some bones belonged to the diminutive Feyeath, and even the heavy skeletal frames of a Kaish could be found.
Ajax strode across the grass of no-man's-land, well aware of its function as a natural cairn to all who had died in the Mu territory conflicts. He hoped with each step, that his efforts leading up to this day would not be in vain.
Ahead of him, out of the early morning fog, the flicker of a camp fire suddenly made itself visible. The hulking shapes that moved around in the light made it clear to Ajax that he had found that which he sought; the Kaish campground.
He was only permitted a few more steps before a shout tore through the quiet mist;
"HALT!"
Ajax did as he was told, standing still at the edge of the camp. He was made to wait for only a minute before one of the dim shapes revealed itself; a particularly large Kaish, striding straight towards him. His coarse hair was stained with patterns of muddy dye, skins and savage bone trinkets adorning a body that had clearly been honed to evolutionary perfection.
"Chief Kobald." Ajax said, bowing.
"Wise one." the alpha-Kaish growled respectfully in return, addressing the Feyeath with an honourary title that he rarely bestowed even upon his own people.
"You come to hear my decision. Is that right?"
"It is." Ajax confirmed. "My people are most anxious to hear what will happen next."
Kobald regarded him with a steady gaze, wasting no time in putting forth his proposal.
"Single combat." he said. "You choose a champion. I fight them. If I lose, my pack will stop fighting and leave yours alone. If I win... We take whatever we please. This is my decision."
Ajax was silent a short time as he thought over the proposal. It seemed brutal, but also bore an appealing sense of finality. Especially after enduring so many raids, so many skirmishes and arguments, so many failed negotiations and broken treaties... After so many corpses sunk into the mud.
"Where shall it happen? When?" he asked.
"Here. Today. Your champion and me."
"...Are you sure of this?"
Kobald took a step forward, his massive head slowly swinging down close to Ajax's.
"We could just as easily kill you all in battle. It has not come to that yet, because I have not let it. But my people hunger, they will not listen forever. There must be resolution. This contest, I allow it because I respect you, Dark Eyed One. One battle, then no one else must die."
He snorted, ruffling the Feyeath's fur with his breath.
"That is what you want, yes? No more dying, and the matter is settled. Do you agree?"
Ajax bowed once more.
"I shall return to my people and select a champion. Expect us back by sundown."
And with that the negotiations ceased, the two going their separate ways.

Over the course of the day, the section of no-man's-land that had been set aside for parley was transformed into an arena of death. Wooden stakes were lodged into the ground to mark out boundaries, while the primitive weapons of choice which combatants might wish to use throughout the fight were made ready and available. The fog cleared up, but the newly revealed sky above them was left a dull cloudy grey. Torches were lit as the sunlight waned. By late evening, just after sunset, the crowds arrived, both Kaish and Feyeath each standing at opposite ends of the killing floor.
It was shortly after this when Ajax, the elected mediator, took his place in the middle of the arena.
"People of the River Mu!" he announced. "Chosen Ones of Maranga'Nawe and Children of Arora, witness today the end of your conflict. Each of you shall present a champion to fight for their cause."
He raised a hand towards the side dominated by Kaish.
"Kobald Clan, present your champion."
Kobald stepped into the arena to the cheers of his clan subordinates, snatching up two large stone axes as he went.
Ajax raised his other hand, gesturing to the Feyeath.
"Fey Folk... Present your champion."
The figure that pushed through the cheering Fey crowd was that of a young male, barely more than a boy, and a physically unremarkable one at that. He wore clothes of a scrappy white fur, along with a wide-brimmed straw hat that kept his face veiled in shadow. He took up for himself a fighting staff, twirling it gracefully in his grip as he tested the weight, prompting shouts of derision from the larger Kaish faction and a curious glance from Kobald himself. Satisfied, the Fey combatant turned to stand before the mediator.
"Let the stakes be known;" said Ajax. "That from this duel the rightful ruler of the Mu shall be determined, and the region shall be run in line with their will."
He looked from one contestant to the other.
"Is this understood?"
The champions nodded.
"Then turn to face your opponent. Now, on my command...

FIGHT!"

Kobald charged forward with a mighty roar, slashing down at his opponent's straw-hatted head with one of his dual wield axes. The Feyeath used his staff to knock the strike into a glancing miss, only to find another axe swinging towards him from the side. The clatter of wood on wood resounded as he met the attack with a block.
Two attempts at the Fey champion's life rapidly escalated into a nonstop barrage of swinging axes that put Kobald firmly upon the offensive, usually a state that allowed him to push back the parrying Feyeath with each step. Yet for all the savagery of his onslaught the staff wielder stood his ground, blocking each blow with precision and force. Frustrated by this, the snarling Chieftain stepped into a lightning fast pirouette that brought both axes down simultaneously against the staff; the wood immediately splintered upon making contact, breaking the weapon in two.
A roar rose from the Kaish as the champion of the Feyeath staggered to the side, his staff reduced to a pair of frayed sticks. Kobald stalked a wide arc around him, watching with the eyes of a predator who finds himself impressed by his prey.
"You hold your own well." he growled. "The Feyeath are not warriors, yet it seems your Dark Eyed One chose a challenge for me."
The competitor threw down his useless weapon, snatching up a second staff to replace it.
"No one 'chose' anyone." he corrected boastfully. "I volunteered to defeat you."
"Hmmm..."
Kobald beckoned to the champion, a fanged grin lifting his lips at the corners of his snout.
"Then do it, boy."
The so-called boy darted forward with a yell, jabbing at every unguarded target on the Kaish's body. For a few moments the two of them sparred, each dodging and countering the swipes and slashes of the other in turn. Blood was drawn on the Feyeath's upper arm, flowing down and matting his glossy fur, while Kobald once had to pull out a tooth that a precise blow the the face had loosened.
The tide of the battle then changed suddenly when the Fey champion landed a hit upon his opponent's knuckles, disarming one of his two axes and prompting a cheer from the Feyeath. Grinning with satisfaction the champion rushed in to press his advantage, striking out at his legs in such a way that Kobald was brought to kneel. With a triumphant cry, the Feyeath directed a solid crippling blow toward the Cheiftain's head...
Only to have his staff caught mid swing.
All of a sudden he found himself jerked forward towards Kobald, who lashed out with a vicious headbutt that sent the Feyeath staggering straight back, his straw hat falling to the ground. He fell sprawling in the trampled grass, stunned such that he was deaf to the encouragements of his anxious fellows;
"Get up, get up!"
"We believe in you, you can do this, come on!"
"What ess this 'ere bollocks? Kill the brute bastard!"
Chief Kobald stalked forward, grabbing their champion by the throat and lifting him into the air. He gave an intrigued grunt, inspecting the boy's revealed face.
"Another Dark Eyed One." he mused to the gagging Feyeath, staring straight into his black eyes. "Now I see why you did so well. You are like the Wise One, a superior Feyeath."
He barely flinched as the struggling contestant began to pummel his arms and wrists, all in an attempt to break free of the death hold to which he was being subjected.
"Hmm." Kobald grunted, almost disappointed. "It seems even a superior little man is still too small to defeat an alpha-Kaish. For all your strength, you have failed..."
The champion ceased his struggling, eyes darting over the body of the Chieftain as he struggled to draw breath. Searching...
Beneath the left arm, covered by a hide sash. There he found what he sought; a blackness...
A corruption of the body...
Perhaps even a festering wound...
A weakness.
"It... I... Y-ack... Yo..." he managed in barely a whisper through his choked windpipe.
"Something to say?" Kobald asked, pulling the suspended boy closer to him so that he could better listen. "Speak, then, your final words."
Sraker gasped once before he began, a smile creeping along lips that were going blue from suffocation.
"You... Are... Weak..."
And with that the demi-god's hand darted in beneath the hide bandaging, his wicked little fingers digging into what must have been a recent, and aparently nasty from the feel of it, hunting wound.
Kobald bellowed with pain, dropping his crafty foe as his arm went totally limp, newly released blood flowing down his marked side from beneath it. Sraker himself wasted no time... In grabbing his hat. Still unarmed but with his hat restored to his head, the hero darted towards the wounded Kaish, dodging the wild axe swings that came his way and leaping up to latch onto his coarse hairy mane.
Sraker scuttled up the front of his thoroughly disoriented foe, swinging around onto his back like a monkey. Kobald grunted with pain and anger as he reached up to tear away the impudent little rascal, but the creature was too nimble. He waited, biding his time, until the opportunity came...
He swung about the Kaish's heavy head, arm securely locked around his neck. Then, by driving the beast back with top-heavy momentum, Sraker suplexed the ************ directly into the hard dirt.
A roar went up around them, both cheers from the Fey Folk and groans from the Kobald Clan. The man himself, Chief Kobald, could only shift feebly where he lay as Sraker stood, hands raised above him in celebration.
Ajax strode forward into the arena, clapping a hand upon his son's shoulder.
"Fey Folk; you champion has WON!" he announced, further bolstering the cheers of the Feyeath.
"I did it!" Sraker yelled into the din. "I am VICTORIOUS!"
There came a cough behind him.
The Fey champion turned to find Kobald unsteadily rising to his feet. A Kaish woman, who could only be described as an alpha-female, came forward to help him. Supported by what Sraker assumed was his mate, the Chieftain looked down at the one who had defeated him. Ajax commanded silence to allow for him to speak.
"What... Is your name, Dark Eyed One?" Kobald asked.
"I am Sraker." he said. "Chosen one of the Goddess Arora the Heartfire."
A prayer sounded from the assembled Feyeath. Kobald looked around at them, then back to the man he was addressing.
"Sraker of the Goddess Arora..." he began, breaking away from the alpha-female so that he could stand by himself.
"Hail!"
And with that, Kobald knelt before him.
"Hail!" his mate echoed, kneeling besides her old Chieftain as the other of her Clan followed suit behind her.
"Hail Champion!"
"Hail!"
"Hail to Sraker!"
The Feyeath, who were not usually the sort to mindlessly bow down to conquerers (a rather stubborn trait that had kept the recent hostilities alive for all of its ten years), seemed rather bemused by all this flattery. But then even Ajax, face bursting with pride, bowed down to his son, and soon they were all following suit, inspired by the display of thanks from their Wise One.
Sraker looked around, and he saw that now everyone who had come to watch the fight was kneeling.
All paying their respects to him, Champion of the Mu.

"Hail Sraker, Champion of the Mu!"

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

Taumel - The Lucent Reef - 8/30ap, 2mp

Taumel hoped she would meet Lailesha again in the distant future, and that she would not hold too large a grudge against her for forcing her down that path. Of course, her immortal could pray to her for help and she may answer, just like with any of her people. She returned to the reef to announce the death of Laila. The Black Hand would be particularly interested.

Lailesha spent a few weeks stumbling through the desert, with no water and no food. She realized that if anyone who wasn't immortal had been placed so far into the hostile climate they would have died. There were times she wished she would die, but she kept walking like a ghoul.

She stumbled on a tribe of Nirn and Kaish once she reached the end of the desert. She'd never seen such a mixed tribe before, other than her own in the reef, but these were traveling somewhere and had no place to call their home. Taumel had told her to kill mortal and beast, but she'd ask for some water first.

Lailesha approached them confidently. What could they do to her? She was noticed long before she had gotten close to them. If she'd cared to avoid detection she could have, but all she wanted was water.

They stopped her, threathened her with violence and in response she asked for water with gestures. They seemed confused, but dragged her along with them to their leader. She assumed he was their leader anyway. It was a massive and muscular Kaish, fairly important looking and full of himself.

He didn't care much for Lailesha and didn't understand her any better than the rest. To his credit, he didn't waste any time deciding what to do with her. Lailesha found he had impaled her on a blade, aiming for what he must have assumed was her heart. She didn't bleed from the wound, but spat in his face and stepped back, disarming him as his blade was still in her chest.

She pulled it out of herself, and while it was considerably larger and heavier than any weapon she had ever used she grabbed it with both hands, swung and cut the Kaish's head clean off. Those nearby were in shock because of what they had witnessed. Lailesha didn't bother waiting for them to react, but looted his body and stole his clothes. It may be hot, but she was getting sick of being naked as the sand got literally everywhere. His black rags were way too big for her.

She must have done something right, because some of them bowed to her, others looked frightened and a minority was still threatening her with their spears. Lailesha dared those who threathened her to attack, and then she cut them down when they did. She didn't need to defend or parry any of their blows, which was for the best as she was far from skilled with such a large weapon. She had to pull a few more weapons out of her body before she could continue on her way.

Lailesha took as much of their water as she could carry, strapped the large blade to her back and went on her way, leaving the remains of the tribe to do whatever they wanted. There were a few of them who split off from the rest and began to follow in her footsteps.

<spoiler=Action>Difficulty: 7 Villiage Action Cost: 2 AP
-Inspire a small group of mortals (less than 50) for life.

+4 Psionics. Taumel unintentionally inspires six Nirn, and six Kaish to follow Lailesha's lead. They will be the origin of the Ghost Division, a fearless band who is fiercely loyal to their immortal leader.