After the talk they had with Mrs. Flower, Leilani and Nissa continued to go back to Yggdrasil.
"That plant was very annoying. I hope I don't have to see her anytime soon," Nissa said.
"Well she does have more spunk then I saw her last, so that might partly be due to me helping Bolt with her. Couldn't let her die after I helped her when she was already frail. It would look bad for my reputation."
"Well I wish you had done nothing then," Nissa said looking at Leilani.
"Oh don't be like that. Don't want you to be in a bad mood for tonight," Leilani said seductively, looking over Nissa's body.
"This mood won't affect things. Even if it were to, it would only make things more exciting."
"Well it's a good thing you are in this mood. Can't wait to see how things will go."
Leilani then grabbed her Nissa's hand, running up to their room. Leilani tossed Nissa onto the bed and closed the door behind her.
<spoiler=Action>
DC9: Enchant/Scry an area the size of a town or small city
Unbeknownst to Leilani and Nissa, while they were having fun throughout the night, they attempted to enchant Yggdrasil and the area around it to give Feyeath druid magic, has Leilani had tried before and failed. Yet with Nissa's help, they should hopefully be able to do it this time. [/spoiler]
Oswald was bored. It was as simple as that. Despite changing the local population and the majority of them still living, they still feared Oswald. He sat in boredom on the edge of the valley above the Darkspawn. Though he hadn?t told them their new species name, he was pleased with their progress at least. He had only had to step in once so far when a Darkspawn had tried using its power on another Darkspawn. Least to say he was no longer amongst the living. Since then nothing had happened and there was even less to do with the god hunter defeated. Oswald had however kept his eye on a specific family of Darkspawn.
A rather isolated bunch since they never seemed to go out of their home even before the change. The family consisted of a father, mother, and two kids if his eyes hadn?t deceived him. It was time he paid his ?subjects? a visit. Slowly sinking into the ground and reappearing before the Darkspawn home he changed his appearance. He now looked like a Darkspawn. Although his bones were older and worn down. He also sported a slight slouch as he approached their home. He was greeted by a rather skittish looking Darkspawn who gave him a distrustful glare.
?I?m sorry for alarming you.? Oswald began speaking in the Darkspawn?s native tongue. ?But I seem to be without a place to stay.? The Darkspawn gave him a distrustful glare or at least what was the equivalent of one. It looked more like a predator sizing up its prey. ?And why is that?? The mortal questioned. ?Well ever since everyone changed, no one has been exactly trusting as of late.? The fake Darkspawn replied as he stared at the mortal.
The Darkspawn of the valley had always been a skittish bunch, but ever since Oswald had moved in and changed them they were outright paranoid, and for good reason. The changing had made most of the Nirn turned Darkspawn have a craving of sorts. The power they had been given had almost taken over their better judgment?s and they almost started praying upon each other. The Darkspawn had taken to staying isolated as to stop the urges from happening.
It?s not that he didn?t want to trust the old bones but this old Darkspawn seemed to be in perfect control. Something none of the other Darkspawn had shown so far. Even now he could feel the urge to use his dark powers to drain the old man. Though for some reason he also felt great dread wash across him whenever the urge occurred. It was like his body was trying to warn him that it would probably be his and his family?s last action in life if he did.
?Fine you can come in. But make no mistake, if you try to harm my family it will be the last thing you ever do.? The old bones just chuckled at the threat. ?Of course, my name is Oswald, what should I call you?? The old bones asked as he came in through the entryway. ?Bjorn.? Was the Darkspawn?s curt reply as he showed the old bones in.
It had been a few days and Oswald had gotten to know the family rather well. There was the father of the family ?Bjorn.? Then there was the mother ?Clara.? She was nice enough if a bit manipulative. Then there were the two trouble makers always seeking adventure. ?Brennus? the son and ?Julia? the daughter. They were both rather kind if not reckless. Oswald had stayed with them and grown somewhat attached to the mortals. He had originally come to see how they were progressing but stayed longer than he had intended to. He had grown attached and had learned of only one real annoyance the family had with their changes.
With their changes came a certain intolerance to sunlight. It didn?t hurt them in any way but it became a little too bright for their tastes. A daily annoyance that Oswald figured most of the valley would want to live without. Not that Oswald minded; he despised the sun far more than any of these mortals could ever even hope to. Oswald had decided he?d at least give them a bit of comfort from the harshness of their sun. Oswald stepped outside the home and looked up towards the top of the valley. He began channeling energy to block out the sun. He reached out with his mind towards probably his only ally on this world and asked. ?Ar?Guran oh mighty Prince of Corruption.? Oswald started in a joking matter. ?I the humble Dark One need your assistance.? He went on to say in a more serious tone. ?Aside from the joking and the fact that I?m nowhere near humble I do need your help. The same deal as always you do this for me and I?ll do you a favor in the future.?
With the mental message out of the way he continued channeling his energy and waited for it to take effect.
-Difficulty = 9: Domain applied in roll = +4: AP used = 3
-Enchanting an area the size of a town or small city.
-Area Enchanted: Grey Valley
-Oswald will channel his Dark energy into a cover for the village in the valley. It will make the area under the cover dark at all times even when the sun is up. It will cast the area in a darkness that makes even seeing inside hard to see for most. The Darkspawn however are attuned to the dark and can see just fine.
+4 Corruption
The Darkness has a degrading effect on all those not connected to the Dark.
Watching Viera secret the claw on her belt where it looks just like another ornament Ar'Guran lifts his head to turn and leave when she calls up to him.
"Father! I wished to talk to you about the people working on the fortress."
Pausing and looking back down at her Ar'Guran settles back down to lower his head to her level and nod slightly.
"What do you wish to talk about Viera, they are working. What else would we need of them?"
Viera shakes her head and reaches up to rub one of her new horns, a tick she had started just recently.
"Well.. It seems wrong to keep them just to work without having some way for them to rise above. So i thought about a way they could and i wanted to have the Jeri work with them so that if they work hard and do well they can come to the other side and maybe help some others as well..."
Her speech slowly trailing off at the look in the Dragons eye. Still looking up and gathering her spirit again Viera says firmly up at him.
"I think they should have a chance."
As Ar'Guran looks down at his demi and narrows his eyes slightly he sighs. Asking her the biggest obstacle he can see.
"What about those who don't care?"
She perks up and turns to write out what she had thought about on a tree including what the Dragon had just brought up. Looking up and back at him she says excitedly.
"See? If they are evil or do things to make things harder they become this."
Looking the points over and squinting at a few points he slowly nods. Reaching up to edit a symbol and lowering it again Ar'Guran grunts softly and nods.
"Fine, go ahead and start this. You will be in charge of this and the Jeri, do not let it get out of control."
Smiling wide and ripping the piece of wood off the tree Viera hugs one of the thick legs of Ar'guran before running off calling for a few of the Jeri to come and help her. Shaking his head again and starting to jump he is stopped again by the Dark ones question. Thinking it over and nodding to himself slowly Ar'Guran reaches out towards him and gives him a piece of his power.
+4 corruption
Those not connected to the dark will have their mind slowly corrupted.
Coritas work to pay off the food and shelter as well as protection of the one they are working for. They may leave at any time their debt is even or above, if they wish.
If they are unable to work for a time that debt is added onto it and they can do more work to compensate. The coritas works in either whatever they are best at or if they do not they either work rotating or on one depending on how they agree.
Ignoring the debt or generating a lot and not trying to pay it off will bring them into deritas.
Deritas lose the ability to leave. This transcends debt all together and they can not work it off. They are branded with a third eye and forever are Deritas. These are kept and moved between holders as needed.
Debt can be given between holders. But the coritas lose 1/3 of their debt in this or if this brings them above their line they are given extra food or something else of their choice.
Sraker pressed the dried Yish down into the crude reed pipe, ensuring the leaf was spread evenly before igniting it with a splint pulled from the nearby fire pit. He took a pull, closing his eyes as he felt the relaxation seep through his muscles. His words that came next were heavy with fragrant smoke.
"You were saying, father?"
Ajax, who was watching him from over the fire pit with mild impatience, cleared his throat.
"I just want to remind you how delicate the peace you earned last night really is. Kobald is an honourable man, he is bound to keep his word, but the same cannot be said for those in his Clan. Some may see this as a show of weakness from their alpha-Kaish; one of them will inevitably step up to overthrow him. It is their way."
"They may try to overthrow him." Sraker said dismissively. "They may even succeed. But if they want to break this peace, they're going to have to overthrow me too. And in that, I can promise you, they won't succeed."
Ajax's black eyes took on a stern glint as he leaned in further over the fire.
"That is not a good long term solution, son. We got lucky this time; you don't understand how close Kobald was to simply allowing his Clan to annihilate the Mu Feyeath. It's a miracle I managed to prevent it for so many years, and to tell the truth I still can't believe I managed to organise that trial by combat. Many more of us should have died before now."
Sraker waved a hand. "We have a god on our side. I'm sure she would never have let anyone get annihilated."
"I wouldn't be so sure. Not once did she intervene over the last ten years; I suspect she was reluctant to directly tamper with years of intercultural interaction. And rightly so, I say. I'm glad the situation could be resolved on mostly mortal terms, but it shall all be for nothing if we do not try to find a way to cement things."
Sraker took another pull on his Yish.
"What's cement?" he asked.
"A kind of very hard mud, I think." Ajax recalled. "Arora told me once. Anyway, I did have a suggestion."
"What for?" Sraker asked, yawning.
"Cementing peace..." Ajax said, unamused. "There's a tradition among the local Kaish; if one clan is defeated in a formal manner, such as single combat, the leader of the victorious clan is entitled to pick any Kaish from among them as a mate."
"Uh huh." Sraker grunted distractedly, mid way through another pull on his reed pipe.
"My suggestion is," Ajax continued. "That you do exactly that."
Sraker looked up at him, his full attention suddenly focused on his father.
"Say what?!" he exclaimed, coughing out smoke in his hurry to speak.
"I think you should take a Kaish mate." Ajax said simply. "It's already being talked about among the Kobald Clan, one request from you and it will happen."
"But... Surely you can see the problem here?"
"That you're not Kaish? Somehow I think divinity overrides that sort of thing."
"...Are you being serious?"
"You can take a Feyeath mate too if you want. Polygamy seems to be the norm around here."
"...You are being serious..."
Ajax raised his eyebrows at the dumbfounded young man.
"Cementing peace is no laughing matter, Sraker."
As it so happened, Sraker quickly found himself rather liking the idea of a Kaish bride. While Ajax and Kobald discussed the details of a joint civilisation, the Champion of the Mu took great pleasure in socialising with the clanswomen, just as much as he took with those of his own race. He also found that this pleasure was very much reciprocated by the Kaish females; many had seen him fight, and could well appreciate his ability. He was even quite physically attractive, his divinity making him subtly more distinct from his original race day by day.
Needless to say, it was not long before true partnerships (notice the plural) developed. And Arora, ever watchful above them, took this as an opportunity to further propagate the possibilities of interspecies love.
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Time had passed since then and Ajax was surprised at what had come from that one fateful decision. Children came from these marriages and a swell of joy not unlike seeing the birth of his own son. They appeared not at all like he thought a child of both Feyeath and Kaish would turn out - while being a demigod, there still had to be some kind of rhyme or reason - but Ajax would put that matter off for another time. Many of them were Sraker's own children and he loved these children as much as his son loved them.
Sometimes Sraker would take them out to the plains for hunting, exploration, or just for the simple pleasure of bonding with them. He could not quite take all of them with him, but the demigod would try his darndest. He would at times show a lack of restraint, but Ajax could not begrudge him; fatherhood was as much a confusing experience for him as it must have been for Sraker. Though AJax felt glad when there were children that could not quite make it.
It gave him a chance to bond with these new faces. They would gather round him for stories told from father to child in the River Plains with a few he remembered back in his time as a mortal in the Reef; or of his meetings with the beings he met in his journey long ago. They would ask if they were all gods, but he would say the same thing: "They were people like you and me, each with their own wants and troubles."
He would talk about Arora's compassion and honesty, as well as a subtle want for companionship, and of Thumero's will and what he taught Ajax, as well as the faults in the Psion's understandings, and of Gi'zeal's dismissive nature and generosity to those who ask him - though he had a hard time finding redeeming traits for that being - of Ar'Guran's generosity and foreboding demeanour. He would speak of the others he met in Silverholt and those he barely knew of by word-of-mouth from Venari, Arora, and Thumero, but he did not know them particularly well, and admitted as such. But he did insist that they were people all the same.
Some of the children would listen with wonder while others would be bored by his stories. Others still would try to take some of the Yshtar plants and eat or smoke any of them were grown up; those were some of the few times he had to scold them. The demigod did not know if any of the children would understand until they get older, but for now Ajax would enjoy what fleeting moments there were with these children before they become adults.
11 DC: make a sentient species known as the Mutar; a result of the interbreeding of Kaish, Feyeath, and the demi-god Sraker.
Warning: lots of pictures!
Properties:
- Most distinctive of all the Mutari traits is that individuals can look COMPLETELY different from each other, the only restriction being that their physiology is more or less humanoid mammalian (similar to how dogs have great physical variety). This could even result in them looking exactly like another species, though a perfect match would be quite rare. As a result of this it is hard to give them one summarising illustration, which is why several have been given above.
- Because of their genetically flexible nature, inbreeding among relatives and interbreeding among whole other species will have no negative consequences. They are also hyperfertile, meaning that they can produce viable fertile offspring with any mammalian creature (this includes nonsentients, though any offspring of that kind of relationship cannot be sentient itself. Two sentients are needed to make a sentient).
- Intelligence and strength is highly variable depending on the muscle/cranium size of the Mutar in question, but all of them share one intuitive knack. Due to their ancestor's corruption-sensitive eyesight, all Mutar will have the ability to sense deceit or falsehood in others, as well as diseases or poisons in their vicinity.
+4 Love applies, due to the sexual nature of the race.
+2 Courage applies, since it was Sraker's courage that originally attracted the Kaish/Feyeath mates who would birth the Mutar.
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Ajax will aid in the fostering of the Mutari species, acting as a grandfather-figure to the budding peoples. [+2] in Empathy should apply for helping to integrate this new people into these lands and be accepted.
Ajax will attempt to add a trait to make them laid back and tolerant of others
Gi'zeal - 11/30AP, 2MP
A flash of golden light tinged at the edges with tarnish and corruption filled the air before Gi'zeal?s face as the eye was returned to him.
"Thank you for the loan."
Well Ar?guran was most welcome for whatever uses of the eye should the AI?s puppet be dead, and the gods on this planet safe for the time being.
His network of smoke wielding sleeper agents were spreading happily across the land, and he hoped his people on the reef were enjoying a comfortable life under Taumel?s regime. The dragon had even begun a slave trade for him.
Well perhaps now was the time to begin preparations for collecting his debt from Arora. The mortals were a long way off large cities and trade yet, but if he was to get exactly what he wanted everything would have to be perfect.
Flying over sea as a magpie he went to explore the lands Arora had claimed, attempting to keep his presence hidden he travelled as a mortal or animal. Sometimes a bird travelling the volcanic coasts or a Kaish raider upon the plains by the river, Often he would appear as a Feyeath farmhand or bartering trader covertly questioning the farmers and herdsmen of the Mu and its surrounding territories about their harvests.
Everywhere he went using the eye to scan for precious minerals, fertile soils, deep coasts and even well-bred beasts.
Over many years he had mapped out miles of the plains and their coasts, their inhabitants and yields,
Long enough a cautionary tale had sprung up of a curious Feyeath farmhand who spent his day asking silly questions of his overworked master rather than lifting a finger to help in any way, then after being kicked out for his lack help he was never seen again, probably to starve for his laziness.
However in his later years mapping and exploring the my plains Gi'zeal began to take a specific interest in stories of a black eyed lad and his father who seemed to be cutting their way through the Kaish raiders
action = Difficulty: 13 Regional Action Cost: 5 AP (+6 desire from both Domain and the eye)
Scry/enchant the entire mu plains and it?s surrounding coasts for any ideal locations for a city that could sustain a massive growing population and become the hub of thriving trade.
That seems like two questions so if I get a third
Somewhere with a nice view?
Effectively the way I would like this to work would be similar to enchanting an area with these properties but instead discover a preexisting location with them (or one previously known such as near the volcano, or where the river meets the sea).
Done as a scry mostly for flavor reasons.
Gi'zeal - 6/30AP, 2MP - Mu plains- Ten years later
"Hail Sraker, Champion of the Mu!"
Yelled gi?zeal in his guise as a lanky Kaish lackey to the latest unfortunate chieftain, decidedly in his own voice enough that whatever gods might be listening in on their children would hear the dissonance. Watching the young demi-god?s progress through his surrounding antagonists had been enjoyable however now he was ready to speak with the real ruler of this place.
A small moth-like insect that had been fluttering hypnotized around one of the flickering torches suddenly made a beeline for the lanky Kaish, alighting itself upon the brute's shoulder.
"What are you doing here?" it demanded in a high pitched mimic of Arora's usual tone.
Gi'zeal moved at a tangent to the rest of the crowd who were rushing to swear fealty "learning the lands that will someday be lucky enough to host my city and following the exploits of our little prodigy"
The Arora moth remained perched upon his shoulder as he walked.
"So you've seen all the petty conflicts that have been going on then. Embarrassing... You know the mortals are starting to call it 'the Buffalo Wars'? Not something I ever wanted in my history books..."
Her feels wiggled angrily as she spoke.
"And if I ever find out that you were involved in sustaining them..."
Gi'zeal grinned "Would you Include goading proud chieftains into a doomed combat with a young one?"
Arora gave her six legs an awkward shuffling, and decided to pretend that she hadn't heard the god of obsession.
"Was there something you wished to discuss, Gi'zeal?" she asked coolly.
Now away from the surrendering armies to greedy god kept an amiable manner "I have spent a great deal of time searching for the ideal home for that city you owe me and while I am a long way from collecting, even your little warlord and his many subjects aren't up to cultural snuff yet, I am going to choose out some absolutely prime real estate and for that I need to know things only someone truly in touch with the people of this land would know. Where do people feel home? where do people feel lucky? Where do they feel loved?"
"Well..." Arora began with a shrill sigh. "Where to start..."
+4 love from Arora using her knowledge of her the mu to show areas of emotional significance to her people
With Arora's knowledge of the land, Gi'zeal was able to find a good location for the city he wanted. It was a plateau that just stuck up out of the Mu plains. It would be a perfect location to defend while having a great view of the area in all directions.
Ar'Guran
After Ar'Guran poured his energy into one of his claws, he wanted to see how it would work. Luckily, a Nirn was close by. He gave his claw to the mortal to see how the mortal would react, but nothing happened. The Nirn seemed the same as he was before he had the claw.
Arora
The union of Sraker and his female Kaish had resulted in a new species. His children became the Mutar, a mingling of Feyeath and Kaish genes. The Mutari had many different appearances among their race, but they were all considered Mutari. More Mutar iwere made between mating of other Mutar, which had no consequences due to their nature.
Bolt
The metal head Bolt took from the A.I. had been changed for better uses. It was now connected to the atmosphere, being able to detect machinery like it if they were to come into the atmosphere.
Venari
Venari carved into the ice, pouring energy into it. He hoped it would become tools that his people could use. The ice he chose wasn't a suitable candidate, however, and broke under the force Venari used.
Taumel
Lailesha easily dispatched her attackers that had attempted to kill her. The others that decided not to fight, followed her. It was six Nirn and six Kaish that were devoted to following her because she had killed their alpha. They went everywhere she went, knowing she was a special being.
Leilani
The next morning, as Leilani and Nissa were going around Yggdrasil, they saw Feyeath attempting to use druid magic as they did before, but this time it actually worked. Leilani was a bit confused at first, since she didn't remember trying this again, but realized it must have happened last night when she was with Nissa. Leilani was just full of joy and hugged Nissa. Nissa didn't understand why, but reciprocated it.
Era
Era channeled power into her staff, attempting to make it of ice and blood. It would have been a nice staff, but she put too much power into the staff. It shattered, with ice and blood spraying onto Era.
Oswald
Oswald made a cover for the village in the valley, making it extremely dark so that most creatures couldn't see through, even when the sun was out. The only ones that could see through the dark would be Oswald and his Darkspawn.
Climbing up out of the Mu plains on the very edge of the Ebonbark Bay sits the Plateau, watching over the lands surrounding. Chosen to be the utmost ideal of land by the power of the gods the locals always have always felt connection to the place and the beautiful views it gave over their surrounding homelands.
Facing out onto the black and white sands of the ebonheart large cliffs slope into the deep waters of the bay, where the smoking cone of Maranga'Nawe is still visible between leaping fish and azure waves.
Behind the rise the River Mu meets the sea and winds away to the south the rise giving way to a vast set of green plains fed by the rich floodwaters.
Already farmers had begun to pasture their herds and grow their leaves in the lush fields, many following the stories of the Blackeyed champion and strangely familiar with tales of the lazy farmhand.
Gi'zeal stood on the top of the plateau the sun setting before him, his ten year?s journey at an end, there had been many locations like this but between the followers of Sarker and the volcano, the herdsmen and the raiders this location had possessed the most indefinite spiritual connection. the people found this place awe inspiring and beautiful but had ascribed it no specific spiritual connection. reading their feelings he could almost ascribe it to an all-powerful sense of I can see my house from here!
a completely untapped potential to build on.
Better yet although the eye had found a few metal deposits blasted about by the volcanic activity most of the land was devoid of gems or any sort of precious minerals, while this land would never go hungry it would certainly still have plenty of things to want.
?Looks like we?ve found ourselves a future home? Gi'zeal said to the dead god?s eye. Over the years it had been the closest thing to a constant companion he had possessed. Few mortals were willing to wander the lands in an epic search for more bits of the lands, and no matter how much he liked the sound of his own voice Gi'zeal was above talking to himself.
He gazed through it, the rise already ringed in the sunset?s glow shone in a brilliant gold, an imaginary skyline sparkling above it the walls and ports of his dream.
?I suppose now we'll have to wait, but perhaps before we set in to a long rest it might be prudent to attract some of our future patrons and labor?
He looked down at few the herdsmen and farmers bellow.
?Some advertising is in order?
and set off with purpose juggling a handful of beans in his palm, a salesman grin forming across his face.
Bolt - 5/30 2MP Thucho'Iro Heights(TEN YEARS LATER)
Not much had happen in those 10 years the land was mostly at peace, Bolt haven't talked to the other gods for along time trying to keep his people far away from them as possible mostly because of the slavery that was going. Mrs. Flower(who was seen as the mother of all the thorns) was using those years to teach her people about the world and how to live with their neighbors the kaish, Fang became the leader of the hunter party for the tribe, and Bolt was on his hill, But a day would come when that all changed.
?come on fang it?s not that long of a hike? Mrs.Flower told fang as they traveled with the kids through the land
Fang was actioning weirdly. ?It?.It...ok I can?. I can?? Fang said before falling to the ground
?FANG? Mrs.Flower said as she ran towards him. She grabbed her and ran back to the village.
Bolt was sleeping at the time when a random kaish woke him up and yelled ?Fang is in trouble!?
Bolt stood up and yelled ?WHAT!? before running off
Bolt ran to Mrs.Flower who had tears in her eye and yelled ?WHAT HAPPEN?
?I don?t know? Mrs.Flower cried ?we were walking then and then he just...just? Bolt then looked over her and saw the horror that wa fangs Body. It was to later, whatever it was it killed him. He was too late to save his friend. Bolt told everyone to get as far away from Fangs corpse as possible.
When everyone else was gone Bolt was still there ?Not again, Not again" Bolt cried as he hung over his friend mourning another lost friend.
Bolt - 5/30 2MP Thucho'Iro Heights(TEN YEARS LATER)
Bolt laid on the ground with tears in his eyes, seeing his friend dead on the ground spewing blood from his eyes and mouth. "What happened? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" Bolt then tried to contact his closest friend Arora "Please help me" Bolt said as tears go down his face.
Arora immediately appeared beside him, a rolling fireball in each hand and searing white light emanating from her eyes.
"Where is it?!" she demanded, looking around pretty much everywhere except where Bolt and Fang were.
"He's not a "it", his a person" Bolt said as he point at Fangs corpse as he continued to cry
"Oh..."
Arora extinguished her fireballs, face morphing from one of rage to one of sadness.
"I'm sorry, I thought it was another machine. What happened?" she crouched down next to Fang.
"Was this mortal a friend?"
Bolt picked himself up and said "I don't know, he's just Died, something took over him like a sicken" Bolt then put his head on his hands and continue to cry.
"Shhhh..." Arora whispered soothingly in an attempt to placate the weather god, putting an arm around his massive shoulders.
"It's okay Bolt, let it out... Can you tell me what his name was?"
"His name was Fang, he was the first person I ever met on this planet" Bolt then just sat there for a few seconds before saying "I'm a god right? If that the case why can't I do anything. I couldn't save this land from the monster, I can't stop the slavery that's going on, I couldn't save the other gods when the monster landed and I couldn't save Fang from a little cold. Tell me if I'm a god why I am so weak" Bolt said as he went into the fetal position and cried
"Everyone dies, Bolt." Arora said, taking the opportunity to tidy up Fang's bloodstained corpse while Bolt was still absorbed in his own misery. "It's part of the... Animated nature of the universe, I suppose. In the face of such fundamental forces we are all weak."
Bolt stood up, wiped away his tears and said "help me give these mortals power, help me make them strong"
"Of course." Arora said. "What did you have in mind?"
"Help me give my people power" Bolt said as he looked at the village "The power to make them Strong"
Difficulty: 13 Regional Action Cost: 5 AP Affect (Bless/Curse/Inspire) a huge amount of mortals(5000) for the rest of their lives.+ 2 weather, +2 Mrs.Flower +2 monster head weather. Give them the power and pride of a lightning storm and the full knowledge of weather that they will pass on through the generations.
asset: Assist Bolt in his blessing with +4 love; make it so that the blessed generation will attempt to nurture their offspring with the benefits they received, effectively prolonging the its effect.
edit: assist
+2 weather Bolt will give this being the power to contral the movement of the clouds so it can always be in the shadows. +2 monster head
Gillah held the cluster of beans in her large palm towering over the little Feyeath that was talking so strangely to her
?y' want to do, what? With these beans? To this land?
The Fey smiled
?buy it from you?
She held her face thoughtfully, or at least the sort of expression she would hold when considering potentially unruly beasts
?Buy? Th?lands not mine to give?
?oh? Then who?s is it??
?Not sure?? she trails off ??s just where I keep my beasts?
?Then perhaps I should purchase it from them??
?t?s not theirs neither?. T?other farmers use it too?
?so it?s not owned by anyone??
??no?? She was mostly guessing things were getting out of her grasp ??or all of us?
?well then I think I shall claim it?
?What! Like y' ever!? she waved a thick fist at him he was beginning to sound like a raider, if a rather talkative one
?Oh yes, I claim this land by eminent domain. I am very eminent and my domain more so.? The fey seemed very pleased with itself
?If y' think I?m going to leave my pastures here for??
?By no means! I encourage you to stay! You are more welcome here than ever!?
?Or follow yer orders like a slave!?
?My orders are for you to grow fat and healthy beasts on well cropped fields? if you don?t want to do that...?
?we?ll uh T?s different doing a thing when a fellow says so and when I so choose?
?Oh but for the service you are doing me I am of course going to reward you? the trader-raider said waving his hands as a mountain of seeds of smoke-leaves and crops and beans appeared behind him
?crops to grow on my plentiful lands, all for your own use and profit of course.?
Gillah grumbled ?y?expect me t?-?
?Oh and to sweeten the deal.? The fey whipped out a handful of additional seeds and waved them under her nose ?plant these and you shall gain riches beyond your wildest dreams!?
rank ???X10: DC9 Town Action Cost: ALL THE AP The Storyteller?s seeds
Simple looking seeds of crops and beans will grow if planted and one seed of the progeny will possess the same properties.
Anybody will believe any story told about the seeds as though it were the absolute truth.
This could be that they are objects of great power beyond compare or that they have been destroyed and sent out of this world. Should someone empirically prove that their bean does not possess any such qualities they believe it to have it will become any stories told about it will become completely unbelievable (even true ones), until it is planted and sprouts into a new set of seeds
?I?ve made a similar deal to all the other farmers in this region, just so you know? he continued then haphazardly threw the 10 ?special? seeds over his shoulder into the mass of others ?first come first served! good luck. Hope you find them!?
Gi'zeal gave her a polite not, sprinted out of earshot, and laughed and laughed.
Then proceeded to tell the good news of eminent domain to the next farmer.
Shrinking himself and taking on the form of one of his Jeri Ar'Guran makes his way to the half finished fortress and looks up at it from the edge of the forest just before it. Looking up and seeing the rough windows that had been cut and carved out the Dragon can feel a sense of pride as he moves forward through one of the breaks in the stone wall that had been formed around this edge of the cliff. Walking through some half grown almost wild plants being grown for food and usefulness, making his way through and around the people keeping the other plants out. Using the wings in this form he flies above the plants and trees being planted and tended and into a high up opening for those who can fly.
Stepping inside the opening into the half dark the Dragon can see a few other Jeri sleeping or talking in the gloom, though it was almost as bright outside to their eyes. Stepping through and into the tunnel beyond he stops as he listens to a few of them talking about the new responsibilities they have, looking over at a female and male talking about Viera and the new things they will be doing. Walking past and sliding down a hall the Dragon looses his form and makes his way into a half dug out room, walking farther and watching as a few of them sleep in the true dark of this new room. Watching and shaking his head slightly Ar'Guran starts to leave when a few insects fly by him and start pestering his Jeri waking one and making the other turn in his sleep. Frowning and leaving he slides past the talking Jeri and steps into the open air to start flying out over the wall and the breakopen, shrinking and going smaller as he makes his way till he is as small as one of the birds that fly around and lands on a branch watching as a Death worm hunts and eats it way through a few trees before burying its way down into the ground to sleep for a while.
Watching the worm sleep for a while and thinking over the insects that have been pestering his daughters creations. Tilting his head back and forth as he looks over a few of the ones that came close enough to him for him to study Ar'Guran reaches out with his power and feels a few of them recognizing the similarities in them and the differences. Gathering the different blueprints of them and shrinking them down in his mind he moves a few things around and changes the outside as well before smiling to himself at what he has in mind.
Closing his eyes and letting himself fall to the ground and change back to a dragon form he lays curled up there as he lets parts of his scales come off and start to break apart to smaller and smaller pieces before minutely changing to form into what he wishes.
Difficulty: 9 Town Action Cost 3 AP +4 corruption +2 necromancy
-Creating or altering a non-sentient species smaller than an elephant.
Vitiosus Animus
Tiny parasites they are spread through sexual contact in both sentience and non as well as through blood contact. The initial incubation period is very short. They are beneficial to those they infect because they feed on the waste of the body and keep other infections and bacteria from infecting the host body as well as they eat dead tissue.
The bugs have a queen for every 50,000 bugs, who is slightly larger and stays in one part of the body while the rest move around through the body and feed. They are connected to their queen and will move under her will, while also feeding her and making sure new Vitiosus are born. Queens are only twice as big as the normal ones. They corrupt the nerves and other pieces of the body just enough their occupancy does not bring pain to the body.
The queens connect to Au'Guran in the lightest of ways and he can direct them to do small things if he so wishes, though it is limited.
The Psion's mind was lost as it travelled ahead, more focussed on pummeling down the thoughts that came so immediately to mind than paying heed to where he was going. If he had truly wanted to face that threat, it meant putting the others, their work, and his own at risk. He did not notice the growing frost and numbness across his body until he felt his lungs cease to draw breath and his mind seize. And then he was lost as he saw the planet up high before plummeting down, the earth below growing bigger and bigger before his eyes. The clouds began to vanish, the green land grew gray and ragged, and splotches of water could be seen; his body began to catch fire, and he could make out the raised plateau before his consciousness faded away.
For a while darkness was in Thumero's mind before he woke again. His eyes snapped open and held an arid grassland.
Travel far to the south and endure the climb down, and you find the region where these nomadic Nirn came from. The locals who still know the old dialects call these lands, Utanokogen; the Singing Heights as it is translated. So named as when the winds touch the very tips and edges of the mountains they create music that could be heard in both Silverholt and in its own lands. While not as cold and desolate as the northern lands, the plateau is cold and the air dry. Few trees grow in these lands and the indigenous folk venerate those few like local gods. Further south lies a grand river of mist and water that none but the Feyeath or the bravest of Nirn - or their most desperate dare cross.
Nirn primarily make up the population as roving tribes in search for food and shelter, though migratory Kaish are not unheard of in these lands as they travel across the Plateau for reasons known only to themselves. It is such occasions that the Nirn have for trading with - or raiding - an outside people. The Kaish that travel here are also the reason why the Nirn tribes do not follow east or west, believing either land to have them. The Nirn themselves are primarily a herding and hunting culture with a primary diet of meat, milk, and yoghurt. Most of the flora that is edible is reserved for their herds, while most are small, but have thick furs or large stores of fat.
Thoughts that were not his own leaked into his brain; confoundment, protectiveness, and a combative pensiveness, mostly following that order. Thumero's eyes gazed around the dark greenery but could see nothing but a lone tree with branches that held no leaves. His eyes closed and saw the source of these thoughts: bands of Nirn-folk draped in furs and riding on the backs of horses heaving in the direction they think the 'falling star' came from. There were also mentions of this being the second star and that it seemed close to where their shrine was. That last part spurred the Psion to dampen their minds so that they could not see him. The Nirn would feel a pain like fire before a cognitive fog set into their minds.
That was one part of escape; then came the other plan. Taking a guess from what he could glimpse from the terrain, the Nirn-folk riders were coming from the southwest, so he went north and east in order to evade them. Memories of the old life pushed themselves in Thumero's eyes as he was no longer the Iron Psion in his own mind, but an animal bent on survival and dominance. Before his understanding stood creatures with urges and motives that he could not comprehend. The Psion would bide his time and wait till these Nirn-folk grow weak, and then strike them at their weakest; establish to these primitives that he was not to trifle with or hunt like some beast. Then he would... Wait... what would I do?
A pain in the fore of his head showed itself to Thumero, setting a narrowing fog in his eyes and a deadening feeling at the top of his skull. His throat and stomach felt sick with want without the thoughts to root them. A sigh escaped his lips as thoughts went back to the volcano; there was still some significance that escaped him and with all that had happened maybe there could be some truth or cleansing in returning.
Not a moment after that thought passed, the Psion's iron face was greeted by the harsh odorous heat of Isla Maranga'nawe. The only path forward was back in the lava tubes. This time - hopefully - without as catastrophic a result...
There has been bad writing on my part, and this has been an attempt to undo the damage done.
Thumero will curse a clan of Nirn - about over 130 - with reduced thought in an attempt to evade being spotted by the oncoming horde. [+4] in Psionics should apply here I think.
Standing on a jutting rock on the edge of the cliff over one of the windows and looking down at the bustling group Viera leans against the rock wall and crosses her arms. The bustle makes her happy, the movements and obvious happiness of many of them making her in turn happy seeing as the thing she had made had such a good effect on many of them. Her eyes sliding over a group they stop and move back to the center of it, a figure taller than the rest very obvious and even more so it makes her stiffen and stand up straight. Below in the middle of the group another person who looked like she did was walking. Taller and with purple skin and horns she is astonished.
Squatting and leaning down to watch more carefully Viera frowns more and knows her father had not made any other like her. Stepping off the edge of the outcrop and dropping through the air spirit wings unfold from her back and she swoops down over the heads of the workers making many of them flinch before she grabs the thing who looks like she does. Lifting it straight into the air and working her wings to get higher she makes it to the top of the cliff and drops him several yards from the edge before landing herself.
"Who are you?! My Father has not made any others like me he would have said, so who are you?"
"Your father lied" said the thing in a voice not unlike her own but rapidly draining confidence, her eyes were wide with fear and shooting for any possible escape.
Staring hard at the thing and frowning Viera narrows her eyes and starts to raise her hand before stopping. Looking down at her and saying sharply,
"Do you know who my Father is?"
Her mirror hesitated for far too long before finally resolving on "yes"
Stiffening and standing up straight Viera says in a sharp and dignified voice.
"My Father is the Dragon of the Breakopen. The god Ar'Guran. He created me to be his daughter, whoever you are you are not one. Now, I ask again, who are you?"
The thing looked at her as though briefly considering attacking then simply went limp in her hand, any fight gone out of it. "I am an impostor, by nature. some of this lands people call me changeling but currently I am.... Coritas" she said the word with more regret than distaste
Recognizing the word she herself had created and in fact started in the people below Viera lets her go and steps back.
"So, your not one of the one who was here in the beginning but you recognize and even follow our new custom. What is a changeling?"
"as with most I did not have the most choice." she indicated how much she resembled the demigod "changelings, we appear as people want us to appear, but it doesn't to seem to bother worms just let them pick me out from a crowd. Your settlement seems to be one of the few places I can be safe, but now apparently I have to work for that safety until I can return home"
Looking at the thing standing in front of her Viera frowns and nods slowly. Knowing that the worms out in the forest are extremely territorial and would attack any other worm they see without hesitation. Looking at the thing in front of her she says slowly.
"Your not the only one... There are more of you? a whole settlement? where?"
With the admission the glamour began to vanish, the semblance of veria's own image gave way to a flat reptilian face, with wide eyes dull green scales, slender limbs and a thin fanged mouth that grew into a nervous smile
"Oh many, but we are disparate, I serve the Chieftain In The Mist. but there are various others"
Looking over the new face and frowning as she memorizes it Viera nods slowly. Scratching at her neck softly as she looks out over the trees below and chews on her lip. Looking back at the creature in front of her.
"So, many of you are here. Why have you come? Where have you come from? I know of the people who were here when my Father first came here. You are not one of them."
as she did so the creature shifted it's expression often and strangely as though uncomfortable at being looked at so directly " I am a scout for my chief and have traveled far to get here. the only others of my kind to come this far have been carried as children by nomads. I will not tell you where or who my people are, Please allow me to retain some secrets, we do not enjoy dealing openly. but if you could take me out of here, past the worms and home to them. perhaps we could begin some more direct negotiations..."
Looking at the thing in front of her and back at the forest below Viera nods again. Stepping closer and making a small wave out over the forest below.
"Where? I can take you there and I wish to talk to your chief. Open negotiations sounds like a good idea and I think could be good for both of us."
"I just want to leave, I am not suited to the work you make these people do. if you can take me safely towards sunset for several days we will reach a cavern in a hillside, from there I'll be able to find my chief on my own"
Nodding and looking in the direction Viera moves back a few steps and motions the creature in front of her.
"Move up and lift your hands. A few days walking I can do a lot faster. We can be there before this sun sets on today."
The changeling obliged, and closed her eyes in anticipation of what the winged creature of great power was about to do.
Pulling her wings back to her and making them wider and thinner Viera rolls her shoulders as she gets used to them before taking off and grabbing the creature around her wrists. Holding them firmly but not painfully as she starts flying very quickly towards where the sun usually sets. As she does cold slightly wet things slide down her arms and wrap around the creatures arms keeping her firm and something settles over her face that feels wet also but keeps the wind from cutting her face as it had started to do and allow her to breath normally. Viera half yells down to be heard.
"When you see it give my wrists a squeeze and ill land."
The length of the journey had been lucky as the changeling had kept her eyes shut and her body as still as possible for most of the first hour, however after some time bellow a hill could be seen rising from a thicker region of the forest lost that sank into a shallow bog and there was an eager squeeze on Veira's wrists.
Looking down and slowing down Viera circled a few times before setting the creature on the hill and dropping to it herself working her shoulders as the wings and other things leave both of them. Looking around Viera can feel several underground tunnels and quite a few dead who she had never felt before.
once they had landed after without hesitating a moment the lizard took off towards the tunnels, crying "thank you, I will return with my chief I'm sure he will be very eager to speak with you"
Nodding and looking around Viera decides to wait for them to come back. Reaching out with her fingers and feeling the dead around her she brings up a few of the spirits into her sight to talk to them quietly to pass the time.
from a thick kaish skull a voice was brought up by her will
"wha!" it sounded particularly angry and surprised
Looking at the skull and tilting her head slightly Viera smiles and chuckles as she speaks to it.
"I know its hard to get orientated after coming back at first. Don't worry, you will get the hang on it."
"I'll give you disorientated! stab me in the back wil" the voice raised into an angry roar as it took stock of the situation
Looking the skull over and tracing a few old breaks that had healed Viera raises it to eye level and looks into its eyes, lowering her hands so it can float at almost its natural height.
"Calm down mighty Kiesh, you are already beyond this world."
"Dead!" it roared again "Where is the one that sent me here spirit?"
Looking around and sifting through the other dead Viera can't find one who died just at the same time. Looking at the earth she steps back as the bones of the Kiesh raise and connect to the skull floating raising it an extra foot into the air. Ghostly flesh wrapping around it as well she walks around and touches one of the wounds on its ghost back before walking back in front.
"They do not lay here, and it seems you were taken from behind and killed before you could deal death back to them."
The false flesh began to fill in what had once been the creatures body restoring it to moments after death, there where two holes in it's back one from a spear going almost clean through, the next a deep bite taking advantage of the already open wound.
"So I must wait for my revenge even in my next life? there is not justice in this world" said the warrior with rage but not a small amount of reverence for Veira
Raising her hand and touching the wounds with her finger tips a ghostly memory of what caused both come into being next to them both. Smiling at the Kiesh Viera shakes her head.
"Revenge always leads to more of the same. You should rest in peace where you are."
Viera looks over at the things that had caused his wounds.
she saw a beautiful kaish plunging a spear into the back of this one while he was sleeping, then as he bled on the ground shift into the familiar image of her recent changeling acquaintance to fall upon him biting and tearing at his flesh.
"Rest? Why should I continue after my death only to do nothing!"
Watching the little play out next to them for a second Viera waves her hand through it and makes it go away. Looking back up at the Kiesh as she sighs softly.
"Seems you were at the wrong place at the wrong time, they were probably just defending their home. As I am sure you have in the past."
The understanding was beginning to fill the spirit, its voice grew tired, but there were still remnants of rage
"I am nothing like this traitor, I defend my home as a warrior"
Viera says softly up at him.
"You defended your home with strength because that is what you had, the one who killed you did not have the strength. So they defended themselves in the best way they could. Come now mighty Kiesh, you know what you say is just the unhappiness in being fooled and taken down by someone else. If you had this talent you would be using it as well."
only a half grumble half growl was his reply
behind the ghostly figure a pair of lights could be seen moving up the tunnel as a set of three figures approached.
Looking beyond him into the tunnel Viera waves her hand in front of the half resolved spirits face and says quietly.
"Sleep again."
As the light goes out of its eyes the ghostly flesh drops away and the bones drop into a pile. Reaching down and lifting the head she takes the spine and some of the other bones. Forming them all into a belt that somehow stays together she puts it on so the now much smaller skull sits in front of her left hip and the belt sits at an angle on her hips with the skull lower. She adjusts it as the trio walks up to her.
at the front of the procession are a pair of nirn long lit torches that belch white smoke in their hands. behind them the figure is almost lost in it, from what can be seen it is wrapped so thickly in robes and beads its impossible to make out a clear shape in the smoke. in an authoritative voice it addresses her
"I have been told you are the daughter of a great being, and it would very much be worth my time to speak with you"
Looking at the beings in front of her Viera frowns slightly and waves her hand at them. The smoke from the torches gets wafted away and they themselves become smaller letting less out. Looking at the one who had been hiding she says in a firm voice.
"I am the daughter of the Dragon, and it would be very much in your interest to talk to me."
The king in the mist smiled back at her from his faced horned like hers wings poking from behind his robes in his left hand he held a wicker construct that appeared to be a third source of smoke.
"The dragon, so he's the one that owns this forest. I must say I'm very impressed. surviving such hostile wildlife, subordinating the locals so expertly"
as soon as she recognized her unique features the visage melted away to reveal another reptilian this one with a long ridge of spines running bellow each massive eye.
Viera frowns and narrows her eyes as the outer thing melts away and she can now see it for it. Pointing at its face she asks.
"Why do you have spines when the first did not? And yes, he is the owner of the forest though you have one small part wrong, he did not survive anything. They survive him as sometimes it can be hard."
as she indicated his face there his manner gave way to a sudden burst of self awareness as he uncomfortably touched his face.
he pointed to the chewed bones that Veira wore "I eat more... kindly"
recovering himself he said "and he lets a mass of being's live under his protection. I would call it overgenerous but..."
She finishes the thought for him.
"But while they live under his protection they also work for him to do something he has no wish to do himself. Yes I know, and while my Father can be hard to understand or live around he is not cruel to them. I came to bring one of yours who could not make it back through the forest alive and I think we can come to an understanding."
Viera looks over the body of the creature and says to him.
"You do not have the body for hard work, as your own body and what the other had said in the beginning."
"no, I have others to do that for me just like your father" he indicated the two nirn still standing to attention "but their loyalty and numbers are always found wanting. I would be very interested in some of the ways you keep such dutiful slaves"
Looking at the Nirn up and down and tilting her head slightly as she does Viera eventually goes back to the leader and waves behind him.
"The one I brought can explain as well as I, but there are.... a group of them I believe you would have use for. The majority are coritas and can not be forced to do something they don't want. But... Deritas are those who have killed or let their debt to others grow without trying to fix it or something else. These are ones who have no choice in where or how they work as long as they are not worked to the point of serious injury."
The lizard looked at her thoughfully if happily
"Oh yes I can see such uses for those bound into a service backed up by a force of your father, this restrictions of debt and safety hold them back from certain uses but I'm sure arrangements can be made, are they for sale?"
Viera stiffens as he asks her about buying them and she starts to open her mouth before stopping. Sighing and nodding she makes a small motion with her hands.
"Yes, they are for sale as you say. But I also have something else in mind that you might find almost as interesting. Buying the service of coritas to come work for you and when they are done leaving. You pay us, and we bring them over to do the work then they come back. Of course you can get deritas also for permanent positions but if you need something big done quickly than the other way is easier and faster."
"yes this seems acceptable. although very few of our purposes require rapid action. unless they could serve as us as warriors?" still uncomfortable at his revealed face and the dispersion of his incense he rubs his cheeks again "As for what you could accept as payment? we of course have common goods, foods, bones, hides to trade. but I have another proposition. lives for lives. our own young are plentiful so much so that we will often foster them to unknowing strangers. however if you could find use for them we would give them to you to raise and train and use for such as time as equaling the debt of the slave we purchase"
Raising her chin and looking at the lizard from there Viera narrows her eyes slightly as she considers. Closing them she lets her mind wander before finding the presence she is looking for. Only seconds went by as she and it talk but she opens her eyes and nods. Looking a little uncomfortable as she waves behind her.
"My Father says that we will trade 2 deritas for a child, but we will train them in our own way and for our own use. As to the first thing, no. Coritas are not expected to fight for something, or against something. My Father..."
Here Viera hesitates for a second before grimacing slightly and saying in a rush.
"My Father wants me to tell you that he wants 5 children now to take back and start this contract and in the future it will be two deritas for every one you send us. We will handle transportation back and forth."
"A shame, to think such progress could be made with a fresh horde of fighters. but I accept your terms"The Chief in the mist chucked "You can have the one my scout slipped into your slaves as a starter, the rest will be waiting within these bones within the week, I can see this becoming a highly beneficial relationship. but if you are to transport them yourselves it will be overland, we will guide them through the tunnels"
Nodding Viera reaches down and picks up the bones. Tossing them into the air they drop down in a perfect circle and more bones come from the earth to form a little fence. Looking at the lizard and frowning slightly she says to him.
"They work to live, they do not fight to live. I will come back with others to pick them up in a week than. When we come back with deritas we will stop here and your people can take them deeper into the tunnels. Just make sure they are here to take them."
"I will post sentries so long as there are no worms nearby to threaten them. Now if there is nothing else I will go, I don't have the liberty of my long absences from my subjects, there are always rivals"
Looking around and back at the lizard Viera says.
"Do not worry about worms, when we come they will be absent. Go, see to your subjects. I will be back for the other children in a week, and if you have more than I will bring deritas afterwards to compensate."
Viera turns and ethereal wings come into being on her back as she looks at the lizard.
"It seems this is all."
"thank you for this very beneficial meeting" he motions to his silent retainers "I feel this will be seen as a turning point for my collective"
then disappears into the tunnels
Watching them for a minute Viera pushes off and starts flying back towards the cliffs as she things over what had been happening. Deciding that the first thing she would be doing is find the child.
Era Bloodwitch: 14/30 AP Location: Moondira Caverns
Era wandered back to her tribe,blood splattered along her frame. She looked at the terrain around her. The moonlight illuminated the blue icy cavern. carved out of caves the decorated the interior of the glacier above.
She grabbed Lucian and walked to a small tent she had for her. Era was growing impatient at the rising numbers of demigod spawns. She turned to Lucian.
"I'm tired of all the demis. I will conceive a creature. Not a demi, but a creature." She hissed at him.
"M'Lady, are you sure that is a good idea? I mean with your, bloodlust?" Lucian quietly asked.
Era sneered at Lucian.
"Bring me my iced crown warrior; Volkar." Era commanded.
Lucian disappeared out of the small tent. He returned with the warrior. His frame was muscular, scarred from past battle.
Era smiled at him.
"So, I have something I need to ask of you I need you to impregnate me." She smiled and purred at him.
Standing up, she walked over to him slowly. Rubbing her hands over his chest and nibbling on his neck.
"Please.?" She purred in his ear.
He wrapped his arms around her.
"As you wish, Mistress." He growled.
Era took her warrior and fornicated with him. She hoped to conceive a child: a creature that would be a direct descent of Miss Bloodwitch
Era turned over and gazed at her partner. She laid her hands over her stomach and closed her eyes. She chanted softly to herself, to enhance her chance of pregnancy.
"Ms.Bloodwitch?" Volkar asked quietly. Placing his hand on her back.
Era rolled over and kissed Volkar deeply. she sucked and nibbled on his lip. She pulled back and looked into his eyes
"Volkar, I am claiming you as my personal lover. Do you understand?" Era smiled.
He nodded and pulled her frame close to his.
"Sleep, Volkar. You will need it." She hummed softly.
Lucian poked his head in. He smiled softly and watched the sleeping pair. Heading back out into the cavern, Lucian smiled to himself.
The new location is hidden to the rest of Silverholt. Era herself is puzzled as to how they found it. But, the cavern is carved within a large glacier on the edge of Silverholt.
The child, with eyes black as night will see and know the flow of blood. Her own is acidic like the blood of her father. She holds strong, mutated blood, like her mother.
With the druid magic the Feyeath had, Yggdrasil prospered for many years. There was always enough food as crops were bountiful every year. The Feyeath, with help from the thorns they had, made sure of that. Most Feyeath knew how to ride spiders thanks to Helio among other Feyeath. It wasn't long until Feyeath made a statue honoring Nissa, her statue next to Leilani. Nissa didn't like the appearance of the statue of her, thinking it didn't do her justice enough. The Feyeath tried many times to get exactly what Nissa wanted, eventually making the statue as it is now. Yggdrasil was a thriving city among the swamp, something most Feyeath didn't think possible. The same couldn't be the same with the Feyeath however.
As with every creature, they don't live forever. This was holding true for Helio. He wasn't as young and full of energy as he used to be, retiring from his duties. Leilani had done so much for her. He was one of the first Feyeath she had tricked into following her, worshipping her as a god, being one of them who created the statue. He was one of the original Feyeath that was able to tame and ride the spiders, teaching younger Feyeath how to do the same. Leilani felt there was more he could do, if only he could live longer.
While Helio was retiring for the night, Leilani created spores that would change Helio so he would be immortal. She then went to her own room to retire with Nissa, who was sitting on the bed, waiting for her.
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DC11: Grant genuine immortality and invulnerability to a single mortal
The spores Leilani created will work throughout the night, making Helio immortal. [/spoiler]
Oswald ? 13/30 AP, 2 MP ? Thucho?Iro Heights/Grey Valley
Oswald decided that the Darkspawn needed a leader and ever since his encounter with the family, Oswald had been grooming the father to become leader. He had taught the father quite a bit but he still didn?t know his true identity. He?d need to make Bjorn greater than he was. He sat in their home quietly as he thought. Then he stood up and had moved to the exit faster than any of the family thought he could. ?I?ll be back.? Was all he said as he made his way outside.
Oswald needed help. That was the simplest way he could put it. He wasn't going to be able to do this one on his own and taking in the fact the other gods would be able to help or hinder. He needed to make deals. He doubted the majority of gods would try to stop him but he couldn't be certain and a few deals could be the difference between success and failure. First and foremost would be Bolt. He was the most likely of the other gods to hinder his powers. He felt himself sink into the ground and found himself only a yard or so away from Bolt. He stared at the distraught god for a second before saying. "I have need of your assistance or at least your agreement to not hinder my plan. I know you and I haven't gotten off on the best of terms. I'd like to put aside these differences however and perhaps come to an agreement. Before I continue however, I need to know you'll at least hear me out."
Bolt turn to look at him with tears still on his face and said "What do you want?"
?Well..." Oswald began figuring his usual chastising of said god wouldn't get him the help he needed. "I need to make one of my subjects more than he already is. I believe you call them demigods? I need help making one and if you aren't willing to do that, then at least promise me you won't interfere. In return I'll help you in a way and seeing as how you are attempting to make these mortals stronger, I'll help you with that. How about it? Me helping you with all these mortals in exchange for just a single mortal?"
Bolt looked away for a few second then said. "Fine I will help you if you help me but after this I want to leave and never return to this place ever again, Got it?"
"Of course, of course." Oswald replied while stretching out his arms in the air. "As long as you give me no grievances I won't return here." His arms hung at his sides again as his face lost all expression as the shadows seemed to writhe in pain around them. "But make no mistake, if you ever do cross me. By entering my territory or hindering me in some way. I will return and pay you a visit in kind." A smile spread across his face as the shadows returned to normal.
His business concluded with Bolt, Oswald turned towards the other presence near them. ?Arora, looking as lovely as ever but I have business elsewhe-.? It was then that it dawned on him that he still needed more help and this was an opportune moment to get some. ?Actually.? Oswald started as a small smile crept across his face. ?How would you like to make a deal??
"Huh!" Arora laughed, regarding the Dark One with distaste. She wasn't too impressed with the way he had so brazenly intruded upon Bolt's moment of grief. "Caught the whiff of an opportunity I see, Oswald. Is this about the demi-god you mentioned?"
"It may be." Oswald said as he tilted his head to the side. The smile slightly faded as he said. "I'll get to the point. I need your help in making sure this works." He raised his hands in a peaceful manner. "In return I'll help you out. It could be now or perhaps a favor later if you prefer."
"Truth be told, I find making deals a... Distasteful venture. I prefer to give things for free, to people who deserve them." Arora examined her fingernails as she thought. "However, since Bolt's prepared to trust you, I'll make an exception."
"I know you don't exactly like me but I do mean this when I say thank you." Oswald said as he slowly sank into the ground. "I always remember favors. I owe you one. If one day you find yourself in need of assistance, do seek me out." With that he sank into the ground, disappearing from sight.
He reappeared just outside the family?s home. Oswald took on his disguise again and entered the home and spotted the father sitting on what looked like a not so comfortable chair. He came at just the right time the family seemed to be out. ?Bjorn.? Oswald began as he stepped towards the Darkspawn. ?The others need the guidance I?ve given you. They need a leader. Someone strong and reliable who can carry them throughout the ages.? Bjorn gave him a strange look and asked. ?Why can?t you?? Oswald chuckled before he said. ?I am but an old Darkspawn. I cannot lead these people. You are young and they knew you before they changed.? Oswald stared out the doorway in thought for a few moments before continuing. ?I must leave.? With those three words, Bjorn became upset. ?Leave? Why? The kids enjoy your company and you?ve taught us all how to control our urges.? Oswald turned towards the father and said. ?Because it would only put you, your family, and every Darkspawn in danger. Besides I don?t truly deserve it. Goodbye Bjorn, I?ll be watching over.? With that Oswald took his leave. Using the shadows to stay out of sight as he warped himself a safe distance away.
Oswald sighed as he sat at the top of the valley. ?Now to see if my guidance can see them through.? Of course he?d also be looking out for them when they most needed it and expanding his powers when they didn?t. One day they?d want to be one with the dark but for now this was alright.
Difficulty: 15 Continental Action, Action Cost: 6 AP
Turn a mortal creature into a demigod. [+2 Quality, -2 Darwback](Limit 2 Demigods per God.)
Bjorn
Domain +2: [Shadows] Bjorn will gain control over the shadows, giving him the ability to manipulate any local shadow in his area as well as some control over the Dark.
Asset: +4 Darkness
Oswald will assist Bolt in upgrading the mortals. The mortals will have keen night vision. Being able to see in almost pitch blackness and future generations will have night vision though not quite to the extent of the first generation.
Era Bloodwitch
-4 bloodmagic; try to turn the blood in the demis body into an acid that the body is not protected against
Gathering up the dust that had been made from his scales that he hoped had become his creatures Ar'Guran only takes a handful, the dust like thing sticking in a ball in his hand as he take off into the air. His wings flapping hard stirring up the remaining dust and scattering it over the forest below as he makes his way towards his fortress. The talk his daughter had had with that thing had been enlightening and also given him a few thoughts about the future. Making his way towards the cliff and turning at the last second the Dragon drops to the forest floor on another side of the cliff looking down at a small silver chalice that had been left there quite a long time ago. Lifting his hand and sprinkling the dust into the water it mixes into the water and seems to only murky it a little even though the taste would not have changed.
Picking up the chalice and walking back to the front entrance of his fortress he hands it to one of the Jeri, telling him.
"Put this in the fortress, in the large room in the center on the second floor."
As the Jeri nods and turns to walk towards the inside of the fortress Ar'Guran turns his head as he can feel his friend Oswald bringing his power together and pouring it into a mortal, creating a demigod like so many of the other gods had. Looking in that direction and narrowing his eyes for a second the dragon pulls his power together and sends it in with Oswalds own to join and help him.
+4 corruption
Give the demi the ability to corrupt the light, forming impenetrable shadows around himself for dozens of yards around him when he chooses that only he can see through.
Taumel had seen her mortals sleep as if nothing bothered them, and it brought her to question whether they dreamt or not. When she asked Lowe and Avaline, they gave her vague answers that weren't really yes or no. It did however inspire her to rip a hole into whatever realm there may be for dreams, only to discover it was empy and devoid of everything that there could be. She decided to make it herself, asking the other gods for help with the knowledge that she may owe them in the future, but so far they had not done anything too troubling.
Taumel would use her understanding of minds and mortals to shape everything inside of the dream realm to affect them in some way or another. It would be difficult for anyone to deny her existence for long if they wanted to keep dreaming pleasant dreams. Unlike reality, the dream realm would be ever changing and leave no trace of what may once have been there in the past. She would get an unlimited amount of creative power over it.
Conversation with Gi'zeal
Gi'zeal felt the small waves of arora's tools of power and smaller toying with godlty power be washed under a wave that swept the world, pushing though the inner most desires of many and all. He did not waste time, without even pausing to lie down he closed his eyes and went to sleep.
"Taumel" he said, he was curt he knew she would be listening here.
"What is it, Gi'zeal?" Taumel asked.
As the two figures faded into his minds eye standing face to face Gi'zeal kept his face firm "This is is great power you are creating Taumel. more than we have played with on this world before. the others might not know what they are giving you but I do"
She rolled her eyes, "Just get to it Gi'zeal. We both know that you wouldn't care if I destroyed the world as long as you got something out of it"
This merited a smile "You know me well, but this is going to be more than I would usually ask. you are not my enemy Taumel, but you are not my freind. you can offer unique assitance"
"Get to it." She said, keeping her voice calm though she was getting annoyed. "What is it that you would ask of me in return?"
returing to his dead serious look Gi'zeal said "Protection, as I betray another god. a long time from now I plan to do something unforgivable and I need someone to watch my back as I do it"
"Can I ask who it will be?" Taumel smiled. "Not that I care much, but it would make it easier to prepare myself."
"and put myself at such an disadvanage now? no. but I will give you good warning should the time come. I can say that they are no freind of yours"
"Very well." Taumel said. "Give me your full support in this, and I will offer my protection when the time comes."
Gi'zeal nodds "Enjoy your realm, I will call you when the time comes"
<spoiler=Action>Difficulty: 19 Planar Action Cost: 8 AP
-Enchant/Scry an area equal to the entire game world and attached realms.
+4 Psionics, +2 Evolution
Taumel intends to create a dream realm which all mortals will be able to access by sleeping. She will make herself the sole master of the dream realm, being able to influence and change it at her whim.
<spoiler=Assists>
+4 corruption
Sometimes the edges of the dreaming mortals corrupts those dreaming will come together into one dream where they can interact. Inside these dreams memory's of what happens will be burned into their minds.
+4 Darkness
Oswald will pour his energy into the realm. Thus creating parts of the realm that devour dreams and spit out nightmares for mortals. It'll lessen the load on shaping the realm and the nightmares are not lethal to the users. Though they may wake up in a cold sweat.
+6 Desire
Gi'zeal will strengthen the links between mortals and the realm of dreams, those dreaming of things they truy/secrety desire ('dream' dreams) will be more connected to the realm, shining like a beacon for all to see. when they awake their memories of the dream will be muddled and fading leaving only the emotional drive to ahcivie in this reality what they had in their dreams.
Arora will use +4 love to assist, and in doing so devote a portion of the Deamrealm to wet dreams.
<spoiler=Assist Oswald>+4 psionics. As he helped with the dream realm, Taumel will give his demi some control over the shadows that may cloud a mind.
"I never got that guy." Bolt said as he turned to Arora and said "What are you doing?"
"I shall need to return to my people soon." she said regretfully, standing up. "Will you be ok here?"
"I'm fine, just need some time to think" Bolt said as he dug a hole for his lost friend "The thing I'm worried about is how he died." as he talked tears came to his eyes. "What monster is responsible for this?"
"It looks to be the working of disease." Arora said. "Hopefully your blessing will prevent the deaths of more Kaish at its hands."
As Bolt buried his old friend he said "Thank you and if you need any help call me."
Arora stared a moment at the mound of earth that covered Fang before turning her attention back to Bolt.
"I'm truly sorry for your loss."
"Thanks." Bolt said as he walked back to his lonely hill, and with another, brighter flash, Arora too was gone.
Arora - 3/30 AP, 2 MP - Ebonbark Bay
This encounter with Bolt and Oswald was an exception in what had been a most joyous year. Sraker's family had grown significantly, and under the guidance of Ajax and Kobald the Mu civilisation was growing stronger by the day.
It was time, she thought. Her demi-god had proven worthy.
And so, exactly twelve years after the day Arora had saved Ajax from drowning, she returned to him. That day was most joyous, and thus it was decreed that every following year, on that day, festivities would be held. They called it Reunion Day.
On this first Reunion Day, Arora announced the initiation of a new system of government. She gave her demi-god a new title; now Sraker would be known as Lord Protector Sraker, Champion of the Mu. He would use the divine power gifted by Arora to defend his Mutari family from those who bore them no love.
However, so that he would never abuse his position and become a dictator, another position was established to balance him out. Kobald, the Chieftain of the Kobald Clan, was now Lord Tribune Kobald. In his hand she placed a folded sheet of white silk, and there she created an immense tome; the Mucronomicon. This would make Kobald, and all the Tribunes to follow, equal in power to Sraker and rich in knowledge of the realm.
Then, as the sun went down, another role was filled... In a manner of speaking. The golem core, which Sraker had guarded for a decade, was given the body it had waited so long for. Core in arm, Sraker and Arora trekked to the peak of the volcano, Maranga'nawe.
Then they dropped the crystal into the lava.
From the shore line the inhabitants of the Mu saw a construct, a towering bulk of magma, rise out from the blasted cap. The thing unfolded into an enourmous humanoid figure, with long thin arms and oozing fingers, with a short necked head and a pair of wicked little eyes. Sraker had given the golem a volcano as its body, and the people were in awe.
Arora, Sraker, Ajax, and Kobold stood at the rim of the Managa'nawe volcano, looking up at the monstrous lava golem. It stared back down at them, a soft runmbling emanating from its liquid form.
"I love it..." Sraker said, black eyes reflecting the glow in a spectacular fashion.
Arora smiled back at him, glad at the affect she had brought about.
"Want to give it a name?" she asked. "Get ready to write this down, Lord Tribune..."
Sraker thought a moment.
"It's hard to decide..." he said. Ajax cleared his throat.
"Might I suggest 'Kaitiaki'te Moana'? It mean 'warrior of the liquid flame'."
Arora nodded.
"I think that sounds appropriate. Rolls off the tongue nicely."
"It has power." Kobald agreed. "Our enemies will hear it and quake with fear."
"So, it's decided." Arora announced. "Kaitiaki'te Moana... What do you think, Lord Protector? He's your golem, so you have the final say."
Sraker rubbed his chin, thinking. The golem knelt closer, bending like a freakish beanstalk in the wind so that it could be closer to its master.
"Hmmm..."
Sraker clicked his fingers, grinning.
"I've got it! I have name."
Arora frowned. "You mean not Kaitiaki'te Moana?"
"Nah." he said dismissively. "Mine's far better..."
To clarify a few things; Flolem's body is basically composed of any lava that enters Maranga'nawe, meaning it cannot command the entire interior of the earth, so don't worry. It can still do a range of thing with the lava that it can control, including:
- preventing eruptions in Maranga'nawe. If a god wants to cause an eruption at Ebonbark Bay they will not be able to exploit the presence of an active volcano, they will need to make their own.
- shapeshifting. Flolem can mould its body into any shape it wants, or even sit as a simple liquid in the lava chamber.
- projective lava. Flolem can act as a kind of watchtower for the bay. If a hostile fleet approaches it can destroy them in a variety of nasty ways; throwing lava balls, breathing ash clouds, spewing fire, turning the water to acid, anything involving the lava that it's built of.
- by taking a solid enough form, Flolem can leave the volcano and walk across the ground like a flaming giant. It cannot do this for long, however, otherwise it will freeze into rock. Someone will then have to either reheat the rock to get it moving, or free the core and replace it in the volcano so that Flolem can regenerate.
Now, here are some pictures of Flolem the Golem (bear in mind that it's the size of a mountain):
The Mucronomicon
Making an item of +2 Truth using +4 love and +2 courage.
It is a book that has an infinite number of pages. These pages constantly write themselves as time passes, filling the space with... Basically everything that relates to the Mu civilisation. This includes, but is not limited to:
- families and geneologies, very handy in a race like the Mu
- laws and crime records
- tales and history
- scientific data and discoveries in any field that a Mu citizen pursues
- lessons on Aroran philosophy
- the tale of the other gods, the Ancients, and their politics up til now
It will also be able to answer any question that is written in it, to the best of its ability at least. Finally, the Mucronomicon grants any who studies it at length limited magical ability; for now this is just Aroran pyromancy, but anyone who assists now can add their own stuff.
Another property of the book is that it automatically makes the Lord/Lady Tribune who possesses it RESISTANT TO DIVINE INSPIRATION. Otherwise the book would be too easy to destroy (as a +2 item it may only be destroyed by its Tribune, since it was made in the hands of the first of that title, Kobald. If a Tribune dies, their body becomes a relic that can be used to destroy the book too, but this can only happen in the time before a new Tribune is chosen).
Arora shall make it so that her society has two leading figures; the Lord Protector, which is always going to held by Sraker, and the Lord/Lady Tribune, who will be chosen from among the people (the exact process; an election is held a candidate is chosen. They must then pass the scrutiny of Sraker's corruption sense AS WELL AS a questioning from the book itself, before finally being granted an audience with Arora. She makes the final call). The second of these is given power equal to Sraker by possessing the Mucronomicon.
Thumero shall assist in the forging of the book. His contribution involves a fragment of his mind and enough psionic crystals to bind and inlay the book to aid in the book's intituitive self-writing, and develop a sentience of its own.[+4]Psionic should apply due to making the book have the means to chronicle all that could be known.
+2 weather: Bolt will give it the power of the Strom and great wisdom of the wind, + 2 monster head
+4 Darkness:
Oswald will assist in the creation of Mucronomicon. In doing so it will imbue it with some Dark energy. It will give the user some control over shadows but most importantly it will be able to tell when someone is being influenced by dark forces.
+4 corruption.
The owner of the book looses their sight slowly with each question. A black film covering their eyes as they do, though they can see the book still through this it is the only thing they can see through the film. When they lose all sight they gain corruption vision as well as the ability to see the book only. (About 1% per question.)
-6 Desire
Gi'zeal will attempt to muddy the waters of any answer given by phrasing subjectively wherever possible. Anything related to an individual will be presented as they want it to be perceived, history will be biased towards the culture of the questioner, and crimes/property and families shall be subject to their speisifc locality and culture.
concrete known facts cannot be changed but everything will be seen through various shades of rose tinted glasses.
Assist Oswald in creating a demigod out of Bjorn with +4 love. Try to make him a nice guy, who is really good at controlling those urges he gets.
Gi'zeal
The farmer was a bit skeptical of the seeds, but he had no reason not to believe. He grabbed the seeds he was offered. "Oh I can't wait to use these seeds. I'll be rich beyond imagination! Thank you so much and have a good day!", walking off, not realizing the truth.
Ar'Guran
His attempts at making the Vitiosus Animus were less than satisfactory. While he created some of them, and they looked to be thriving, it wasn't long before they all just died from unknown reasons.
Arora
The Mucronomicon was created and thus a record of the Mu Civilization for many years to come. It was a book that had everything you could ever want to know about the Mu. Due to all the potential knowledge and secrets it could have, it was always in a secure place.
Bolt
Bolt had succeeded in making the Kaish of the Thucho'Iro Heights stronger. They were able to harness some of the power of lightning to use to their advantage and became excellent readers of the weather.
Venari
Venari attempted to create the tools he wanted, this time succeeded. The shard of ice he used this time, accepted the energy, making them so they could be any tool, whatever the taste may be.
Taumel
The dream realm was formed. It was a realm that all mortals would go to when dreaming, be it good dreams or nightmares. Many mortals would talk about their dreams and how one particular person always appeared in them. A few knew it was the Great Mind, but others had no clue since they never saw her before the dream realm.
Leilani
When Helio woke up, he felt like a different person. He was full of energy, more so than he normally was. It must have been a placebo effect of the spores, but Leilani was glad to know that he was now immortal.
Thumero
Thumero had cursed the Nirn, making it so he could evade the horde that would have dealt him great harm. He then jumped into the volcano again, not knowing what would happen.
Era
Volkar had succeeded in making Era pregnant and in 9 months time, a beautiful baby girl was born. She had the mutated blood from her mother and the acidic blood from her father.
Oswald
As Owald left, shadows consumed Bjorn, sitting in the chair. He tried to escape, but to no avail. In a short while, the shadows dissipated. Bjorn appeared to still be the same, except he wore darker clothing and was able to control the shadows at whim.
Domain +2: [Shadows] Bjorn will gain control over the shadows, giving him the ability to manipulate any local shadow in his area as well as some control over the Dark.
Drawback -2: [Light] As someone may have a fear of the dark, Bjorn is very much afraid of the light. Although, he does have reasons to be afraid of the light as it could potentially harm him, burn his skin or blind him. He would prefer acting during the night.
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