[PDQ] The Grand Mythos Game Thread

Floris2123 · Dec 2, 2012

Melanthios: Inter- Age action.

Melanthios felt the power of his allies helping him create his first son. He then saw that the lore goddess was also helping him. But, unlike his allies, she was trying to influence him in a way which he did not wish. Anger appeared inside Melanthios as he felt her trying to change his first son. First she had introduced monsters upon them, then she had tried to change his son. She had made an enemy for life. Melanthios wouldn't forgive her. She whispered something to his son and Melanthios anger reached a whole new level. If it hadn't been for his son, he would have attacked her. She vanished, leaving him with his son. He opened his eyes and looked around, surprised. "Hello my son. I am happy that you have awoken." Melanthios said as he stretched out his hand to his son who was looking around and took Melanthios hand and stood up.

Melanthios spoke "The world looks a lot different now, doesn't it? Without your mindless hunger to guide you, you are finally free." Melanthios smiled at him and then asked "What is your name?" "Akld'dali" the being answered "my name is Akld'dali." Melanthios smiled as he placed a hand on his shoulder. "That is a good name, but it was also your old name. A name from before I gave a goal for your hunger. What do you say about a new name?" Akld'dali looked up at Melanthios. "A new name?" He seemed to ponder. "Yes a new name sounds good. How about Akladai?" Melanthios nodded "That sounds like a name worthy of you. Akladai it will be from now on." Akladai looked around and asked, "I heard a voice earlier, a woman's voice. She asked me to seek her out, who is she?" Melanthios expression changed, showing anger. "She is a very dangerous and selfish woman, she is a threat to this universe. And she seeks to corrupt you into helping her find her 'heaven', which does not exist."

Akladai nodded and looked around some more. He then looked straight at Melanthios with an hungry look."I want to know. I want to know everything." Melanthios laughed. "So do I my son, but knowing everything is impossible. But I will tell your everything I know, which is more then anyone else can offer you." Akladai smiled. "Thank you.. How should I call you?" he asked, sounding uncertain. Melanthios smiled brightly as he said "My name is Melanthios, but you can call me father." Akladai's face lighted up. Melanthios smiled in response. He then focused and created a robe and handed the robe to his son "Use this to hide yourself, you don't want that women to find you again now do you?" Akladai nodded. He took the robe and wrapped it around himself.

Melanthios then said "Let's go home son." Akladai looked confused. "Home?" he said, sounding confused. Melanthios smiled again "Yes my son, your new home." He teleported him and Akladai to the library. "All of these books are filled with knowledge. Go on read them, learn from them." Akladai froze, he looked around at all the books. He then licked his lips and grabbed the nearest one. He began reading and finished the book in about a minute, then moved on to the next book. Melanthios smiled. Akladai had turned out just like he wanted him to. Melanthios could feel people making their own species. He had an idea. He would wait with creating his and look for mistakes in the other races first.

"Son I have to do something very important. In the meantime, enjoy these books and don't speak to anyone but me. Especially not the woman, do you understand?" Melanthios said looking at Akladai with a sternly. Akladai nodded "Of course father, I will remain here until you return." Melanthios smiled "That will take a long time my son, but I am sure these books will be enough to keep you busy." Melanthios teleported to his planet. He looked at it to see an empty world, there were no buildings or any other signs of live. His race couldn't live on a planet such as this. He focused his magic and began changing the world. His knowledge and magic began to form the foundation of his empire- buildings, villages, castles and then giant cities. The roads were appearing and he slowly crafted it all into perfection.

Name: Akladai

Domain: +2 Forbidden knowledge.

Akaldai's hunger for power and knowledge drives him to learn everything he can get his hands on. Even if it is forbidden knowledge, this forbidden knowledge gives him great power. This is why he is known as the demi god of forbidden knowledge.

Teleport him and Akladai to the library of the gods.
Difficulty: Effortless

Teleport himself to his planet (Salustutis).
Difficulty: Effortless

Change continental layout:
Create small and larger villages, large magic castles and giant magical cities and a road system between them.
Domain: Arcane magic +6 Wisdom + 4
Difficulty: 17

Belmarc · Dec 2, 2012

Aen - 30, 2

He had never felt so alive. For all he knew, all that time spent in the darkness, none of it felt quite like this. The feeling rushing through him was barely his own and yet it made his heart soar. He raced across the universe, passing the stars without even a glance, his mind focused only on tracing the call of battle back to its source. It took him a moment to realize he had found what he was looking for. Disappointment set in quickly. What he had felt had already ended long before, it seemed. There was no fighting to be done here. Aen sheathed his blade, and as he did, be began to truly see what was around him for the first time. His mouth stood open, dumbstruck at seeing the magnitude of Niv for the first time. There were objects circling it, and he could feel them brimming with life. And around him there were strange places that didn't seem to belong that felt like homes, a garden, a fortress, and more. His hand went to the amulet at his throat, touching it absently. As his fingers brushed the find, his nerves calmed. He should find the ones who lived here, introduce himself. After all, this was their territory. And perhaps they would allow him to stay here, make his own place. He was sick of the loneliness, the darkness from before.

But where did he start? Everyone seemed to be doing something, probably too engrossed in their own work to notice him, or even care. And he couldn't set to work until he was accepted. To do otherwise would be rude, and probably cause conflict somehow. Perhaps someone might need his help, though. The thought of fighting at someone's side filled him with the same ecstatic anticipation from before. Yes, he would offer his sword to someone's cause. It felt... Right.

"Hello?" He said, trying out his voice for the first time. The sound wasn't unpleasant, but didn't seem to travel very far across the galaxy. Frustrated, he decided he'd have to settle for traveling to the closest presence and ask them. Smiling, Aen set off, his mind at ease. He knew he would find a purpose here.

When Aen reached where had been headed, no one was there any longer. Only a portal stood out amongst the trees and plants, and beyond it he felt the presence. But there was something wrong too. Something evil. Aen grasped the hilt of his sword and pulled it out slowly. There was honor and glory to be had going on a quest like this. Aen grinned, his eyes brimming with excitement. The other being wasn't too far. He could still catch up before he lost the sense of them amongst the corruption surrounding them. Bracing himself, Aen plunged in, ready for a good fight.

<spoiler=Action> Follow Ailish through the portal and help her find the Honey of Sin. {+2 Chivalry}{+6 Combat (if they encounter anything they have to fight.)}

If this okay with you of course, Doc.

TheBlueShotgun0 · Dec 2, 2012

Pentar Inter-Age
The great mountain complete, Pentar took a moment to contemplate his next move. Other Gods were creating their own races; he would have to do so as well if he was to compete with them. The thought pleased Pentar. These beings would be perfect, not like the mistake that was the devils. They would rise to dominate this world in the name of Justice and Order. They would not only be Pentar's hand, but his children.

But what should they look like? the God thought. Their existence would be a brutal one, constantly keeping the forces of the other Gods at bay. They would need to be able to defend themselves from all attacks, and what more defensible location was their than a mountain? Pentar looked down at the titanic mass of stone. Or perhaps within it. That was it! They would life in tunnels beneath the earth. They would have to be relativity small to fit in the tunnels, but also fierce warriors. Pentar began picturing a short, stocky humanoid figure. And above all else, they would have to be fair and loyal so that their civilization would stand the test of time. Move over, they would have to be willing, no, eager to fight for those values. They would have the mentality of Pentar himself: never retreat, never surrender. With both their body and psyche clear in his mind Pentar descended to the surface, just in front of the mountain. There he raised an army of stone figures, shaped like the people in his mind. "Awaken, my people, and realize your destiny!" Pentar shouted with a sweep of his hand, and the Dwarves were born.

Create the mountain dwelling Dwarves.

+4 Order
+2 Justice

JoJo · Dec 2, 2012

Roe

Somewhere in the southern seas of Evalon, upon an island known to it's inhabitants of the time as Malog, a man named Thom stepped silently through the forest. His naked ebony skin glistened, eyes scanning for the smallest movements, hands on his bow and arrow.

"Hey, you!" a voice called.

The man spun around and pointed his arrow at the figure in the distance, almost letting it off but just stopping himself in time. It was a small boy about eight years of age, sitting on the bow of a nearby tree. The child's skin was oddly pale, at-least compared to the man's dark complexion and his straight brown hair flopped down to his ears.

"Are you... a ghost?" Thom whispered.

"Nah, I'm Roe, you know me right?" the boy replied indignantly.

"Eh, yes..." the man said, still in disbelief. He knew of god Roe from stories: the one who had brought his world and ocean into being, the one who had helped breath life into his oldest ancestor. Usually he wouldn't have believed some an extraordinary claim but there was something otherworldly about the mysterious child. He managed to stammer a reply "but... but what do you want with me?"

"I'm here to teach you something," Roe leapt down from the tree and bounced up to the man, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Ever wondered what it's like on another planet?"

"All... all the time!" Thom couldn't believe what he was hearing, ever since he'd been a tiny child himself he'd dreamed of flying through distant stars above his head, forever out of reach.

"I can show you how," the child god said teasingly and pulled out from behind himself a large red fruit, which he dropped into the man's hands. He recognised it immediately as an oren fruit.

"These... they're poisonous aren't they?" Thom exclaimed, "How will this help me reach space?"

"Poisonous to people maybe," Roe replied "not starwhales though."

"Huh, but how?" the man said, noticing for the first time that a pod of starwhales were grazing the tops of the trees above the pair. Did the god mean flying on one of those? He'd never heard of any man being able to get close to a live whale though, despite their gigantic size they were timid beasts who would flee at the slightest provocation.

"They love them, watch," Roe replied and swung his way nimbly up a nearby tree, offering the fruit to the nearest starwhale. The creature slowly descended towards him and he lead it down to Thom. Once starwhale was floating just above the ground, Roe gave it the fruit.

"How did you know that would work?" Thom asked in amazement.

"Well, I did create them," the small boy said, "now climb on gently, don't scare him."

Thom put a hand on the starwhale's side, it's grey and purple skin was soft and rubbery to the touch. He mounted the beast just behind the head, and Roe joined him a moment later, sitting in front of the man.

"Here's how you steer him," Roe instructed the man "you take these two small ears and you just pull them in the direction you want to go. Get it?"

Thom took hold of the creature's tiny ears and carefully tugged them upwards, to his astonishment the whale obeyed and floated slowly towards the sky. In time the island he lived on shrank into the distance, until all that he could see was a tiny green smudge upon a translucent blue pearl, floating in the void. A solitary tear ran down the man's cheek.

"Thank you," he whispered to Roe.

~

Thus after a number of adventures Thom returned to Evalon to become a legend: the first whale rider. From that day forth, men and women all over the world would use his teachings to transverse the Solar System on the backs of the starwhales. Every time a whale rider lifted off, they would always offer a small prayer of thanks to the divine child who had given humanity this gift.

Interage action: create starwhales, a non-sentient species larger than an elephant, DC11, AP cost of 4. These can be used by any mortal to transverse the stars.

Sehnsucht Engel · Dec 2, 2012

The Storyteller

"Well, M'endar created the moon that orbits Evalon." The man pointed at the sky, where a half moon could be seen. "It was meant as a gift to the Aack, and to try to calm the seas." He did not mention how the god had created it by ripping out his eye, as he was telling the story to children.

"Seith made a race of angels from his observatory in the garden, which would be watched by Sephariel, who could not leave the building. Back in the galaxy on Eld, the treemother built the largest city in existence. It was as large as a continent, and she made it as the queen of her race. It was named Ayamine, and millions of Ekiruru would come to make it their home. Though the streets were patrolled by water elementals and wisps as well."

The children were listening excitedly to what he said, even if some of them might have heard stories about the gods before, no one could tell it quite like him.

"Vantric struck a deal with the Lainir, to aid them if they served him. His first action were to create dark tunnels below the continent, and citadels in the mountains. Which the Lainir could use as home and to subdue the continent. Nivix built a laboratory, the greatest one, at the heart of our sun Niv. He toiled for all those years to create it."

The storyteller paused, it was quite impressive that the gods had all worked for so long, then he continued.

"Meanwhile Ailish and the newly arrived Aen, left our universe through the portal in the mourning garden, to find the honey of sin. They did find it and returned, even if it took them a very long time. Who knows what they experienced in that time? Melanthios told his son to stay in the library and read, as he was hungry for knowledge, but with time he would become hungry for more than knowledge. He yearned to surpass his father and would do many dubious acts to get that power. The dark messiah went to create villages, magical castles and magical cities with a connecting road system on his planet."

The child in his lap left to sit next to a friend, when a younger boy wanted to sit in his lap as well. He simply smiled.

"The god of order created the dwarfs, destined to live within the great mountain and fight for order and justice. Roe showed the man named Thom, how to tame the starwhales and thus we learnt how to travel between the planets. The two hundred million years of hard labour came to an end, and with that, the second age begun."

ThreeWords · Dec 2, 2012

Olek - 30, 2

Years passed, hundreds upon thousands, and humanity flowed like water, rippling and spreading across Evalon. Olek dreamed among them, allowing himself to live a million lives as he guided Man toward maturity. Yet always he felt the tug of Roe's magic, keeping him from total immersion; however he was not displeased, for Man had much need of a guide before he went to his final rest.

And as Thom sailed out to the stars, he rose from the great dream and returned to the world, more than two hundred million years later. Mellowed he was, calmed by the innocence of Roe, and he no longer manifested as armed warrior; now he came as a prophet, in a guise both simple and noble, though he still wore armour beneath his cloak.

And so Olek walked amongst man, and called them all to his banner. He spoke not of his godhood, but still the stories of the Uniter spread even beyond Evalon to reach those far away in space.

And to the gods, he called out a question for all to hear.

"Who was he, that great god of fire, who gave his life so nobly? I would know his name, that Man might honor him for ever more."

However, would I be able to permanently convert one of my own ranks, [+2 Creative Malice], into a +4 item Tsuranote's Fire, in honor of the fallen god? It would represent a major change in Olek's personality, brought on by his alliance with Roe and the sacrifice of Tsuranote.

Also, would anyone help me with that? Given the previous result, I'm loath to attempt a second without support. It would be something like [+2 Fire] [+2 Honor]...

drmigit2 · Dec 2, 2012

Seith 20, 2
Seith and Sephariel were still inside the observatory, going between watching the others actions and making their own creations. Seith saw Nivix go into Niv, whatever he was doing Seith would find out later. It was best to let Nivix think he was secure for now. No reason to have another enemy and Nivix seemed to be a bit of a loose cannon. Seith shrugged the thought away and saved it for later. His children were almost ready to be shown. Anyone looking in the massive observatory could see millions and millions of unmoving statue-esque creatures. They were similar to the Humunculus which had been sent by Olek, but different. They had long wings that extended and shone, destroying any darkness that could be found near the observatory. Their eyes were similar to Seith's body, constantly emitting light and changing colors. All of this came to the center of their forehead, which was a gem alternating colors with the same brilliance of Seith. They wore flowing garbs that moved with grace. Seith paced around the observatory with his daughter.

"Sephariel, you have spent a great deal of time learning to use this observatory to it's maximum purpose. Yours is coming soon, do you feel ready? What have I taught you?"

Sephariel looked up at Seith and responded "Be wary, watch constantly and communicate. The forces of darkness wish to end us, we must not let them."

Seith smiled at his daughter, she had come a long way. "Correct, working together, we can make this universe a beautiful place." The god shined a beam of light slightly away from the observatory. "They still need a home though. Help me create it will you?"

Sephariel nodded and looked at the moon that had been formed long long ago. She seemed sad, looking at the Aack, so much potential but lost to M'endar. "Father, the corruptors have been making powerful moves, I don't want this universe to end like my old one...how will we stop them?"

Seith laughed and radiated optimism. "We don't need to stop them Sephariel, not yet anyway. They haven't made a move against us and the chance for co-existence still remains. Our allies still stand strong with us if the worst case comes. Stay attentive though, let's finish this planet."

Seith gathered up his strength. He had been eying a particular star which was soon to die. It was too small to sustain itself much longer, but Seith had a new purpose for it. The god began moving the white dwarf to where his planet would soon be and with Sephariel's help, began crushing it. Plasma turned to gas, turned to liquid and finally, to a solid diamond. The planet was immense, five times the size of Evalon and was warmed by the ever burning core in the middle. Sephariel had altered the core to emit a bright and hopeful green light, telling those in darkness that they were not alone, that her siblings, the Grigori were on the side of good, they would not allow the light to falter.

Soon, spires began to form. A court was made, dwelling places, libraries and countless other building's shells were formed, the Grigori to stock them later. The planet was beautiful, open and welcoming to all. The line between gods and mortals began dissolving, if only by a hair. This done, Seith cast his energy into the Grigori, awakening them and teleporting his creations to the planet. There they spread their wings for the first time on their home, Coelus.

"Who was he, that great god of fire, who gave his life so nobly? I would know his name, that Man might honor him for ever more."

Seith had little time to admire his creations however, as Olek soon called to him. Seith had a bad feeling about Olek ever since he had arrived, after all what good could come of something spawned from there and unaltered? But then, Sephariel had good underneath, what if Olek did too, or what if he was already? Seith teleported himself to Olek's location and said "The one of which you speak of had a noble heart indeed. He had made a hall of amusement for all to enjoy and wished to spread happiness. It was a sad day for all to see him go, but you say you wish to honor him? Come with me, I will help you honor his memory."

Create a planet: 3 AP, 1MP +14 (Change, Enlightenment, Hope)
Unleash the Grigori: No cost
Assist Olek: +6 Change +6 Enlightenment

Sehnsucht Engel · Dec 2, 2012

Eldarwen 27 AP, 1 MP

The Ekiruru woman in her arms had stopped breathing. Her eyes reflected no life and were blank. Two hundred million years had passed, and she had seen many of her daughters die, but none of them like her. The other six women in the throne room had grave looks on their faces. Sadness would spread through the great city of Ayamine as soon as the news got out. Eldarwen moved her hand through the colorful leaves and flowers Eleonara had as hair. Her hourglass figure was dressed in a white exquisite dress. The queen had made it for her. If they spoke of Eldarwen as being chosen by the godess, then Eleonara was spoken of as being blessed. She was not. Eldarwen had never put a spell on her, this beauty was what nature had created itself.

She held the dead body close to her, while sitting in her large golden throne. The six women in the room were elite battle born. They were not there to guard the queen, as it was well known that the queen could not be harmed. There had been few attempts on her life, she had outlived everyone and did not age. They were there to guard the tree in front of her. The portal to Roe. She had considered putting it somewhere else, and hiding it away, but this way she could greet whatever mortal decided to step through the portal herself, with a painful death.

Eldarwen stroked Eleonara's hair again, for what must be the tenth time in one day. Her voice would never be heard again, her lips would never move again. She had gone to be with her ancestors, in Zareth's underworld. The godess did not cry, for she knew that the woman would be at peace, but what about those she had left behind?

The story of Eleonara.

It was towards the end of the creation of Ayamine, that the fair Eleonara was pulled from her tree and awakened. It was a night like any other, when the druids of nature who were tasked with the awakening of new saplings found her tree. The tree carried fruit and had grown in the middle of a clearing. Those who saw it thought of it as perfect. Its shape and its fruit gave them that impression. It happened far off to the west, in that metropolis which was as large as a continent.

The druids tasted the yellow fruit, which had a heavenly taste. They had not seen it before. It was a rare tree, it is sad then, that their next action was to pull an Ekiruru from the tree. The tree died, it wilted and the two druids were blamed for it. They were executed without a trial for killing such a rare tree. Normally trees did not die when an Ekiruru was born. It had not been completely fruitless though, as Eleonara was pulled into existence.

She was as beautiful as the tree had been rare and from a young age, she had many suitors who wished to love her eternally. Eleonara was not comfortable with so many women courting her, as she only wanted to express herself through song. It was a common trait for those born between dusk and dawn. Her voice was the only thing individuals who met her described as more beautiful than the woman herself.

Eleonara remained in the west part of Ayamine, but as everyone knew, the centre was where she was supposed to be. It was there that the truly great Ekiruru belonged, with their queen. She was humble in life, and it took years before some of her friends traveled with her to the centre of the metropolis.

The fair woman didn't have an easier time there, and was often hounded by others eyes or worse. There were those who fought in the arena, only to impress her, but she was not impressed by such qualities. The singer began performing at the amphitheater and drew an audience like few others. Some say they came to hear her sing, those who were jealous of her claimed that they came to watch her body.

Eldarwen hosted a party, when she had finished the creation of Ayamine, at the castle, but the rest of the Ekiruru celebrated by throwing festivals throughout the city. Eleonara was invited to the castle as entertainment. She felt very honoured, as it was rare to get to meet the queen in person.

She shapeshifted her body in a way to grow a white dress around her, which she spent days on and yet she came to the castle very nervous. All her preparation had just given her high hopes, and she felt like it would be the single most important day in her life.

It was, and even though she was nervous she got the attention of the queen herself. Eldarwen watched her mingle with the others, sometimes whispering in the ear of the druid sitting next to her. Eleonara was scared, eyes had been following her, her entire life, but the eyes of the queen were different. They had a blue glow and felt like a predator watching a prey. If she had known what that was, it would have been a good description.

The time came and passed for her performance, afterwards the queen approached her. She were at least a head taller than the tallest Ekiruru Eleonara had seen, and spoke with a grace that seemed to hide a threat behind every sentence. Eldarwen spoke of her troubles, as if she had known the woman her entire life. What the treemother had actually done was listen to her prayers, and heard her wish for less attention from others.

She offered her protection, if she became her lover. While the latter was implied at first, it soon became apparent to her. Eleonara did not wish to offend the queen, nor did she really mind her offer that much. They would not dare to speak about or look at her again, if she had the protection of the queen. She accepted, and her life was made easier.

The remaining years she became very popular, and was praised as the greatest singer to have existed. Eldarwen knew that there had been those who matched her voice, but they were long dead by then and no one had been as attractive or willing. Perhaps living with the Ekiruru for all those years had changed her, because she felt as if taking a lover wasn't something she would have done before. Eleonara wasn't her first either. She didn't love them, but she had not seen anyone else for so long. Though it was doubtful she'd ever love anyone.

All mortals must one day die, it was what made them mortals in the end. Eleonara was no different in that regard, and one day her story ended. She died of natural causes, of age, while visiting the castle.

End

Yes, what about those she had left behind? Eldarwen had worked and lived with the Ekiruru for a very long time. Almost long enough for her to forget her aweinspiring powers. She remembered that she had made the planet they were on, she remembered that the woman in her arms had been the first species she had created. She thought about solutions, and then she remembered the hunter and his father. The son which she had not seen for a while, but certainly heard silly stories about. He scared the Ekiruru, but she found it funny.

The queen rose from her throne, with the singer in her arms. "I will bring her back. As the godess is the mother of the hunter, she can give her life again." She stepped towards the tree in front of her.

"Do you want us to come with you?" One of the battle born in the room asked her.

"No, do not worry about me. Worry about what comes next." Eldarwen grinned after stepping through the portal and arriving on Roe, she continued through the canyon with the corpse in her arms. She walked into the underworld, where she planned on asking for an old friend's help.

She laid Eleonara under a tree, and spoke to gain his attention.

"I hope you've been well, Zareth. I come to ask you for a soul, but not for a mortal. No, she will be made into a creature resembling our son. Bring her back from death's grasp."

She nodded, and went back to her old form, of the tree. Her staff appeared again, and she channeled her magic into the corpse.

<spoiler=Action>Create a demigod. DC 15. AP 3, MP 1.
+6 forest, the ekiruru is still part of nature and pulled from trees.
+4 Nature magic, give her clothes made out of flowers and a veil to cover her beauty.
+2 Magical Artifice, give her any instrument she can think of to summon.

<spoiler=Demigod Description>
Name: Sonitus
Domain: +2 Sound. Sounds can be both beautiful and torturous, depending on what kind of sound they are. Music would be a nice kind of sound, while loud noises are awful to listen to for too long. Sonitus is the demigod of sound, she can make any sound she want, sing with any voice and use any instrument.
Appearance:

Dogmatic99 · Dec 3, 2012

Zareth 30 , 2

Time passed by and its effects were felt everywhere. both in the land of the living and the dead. Mortals were born, cities built and every day progress marched on unopposed. But as is always the way, there were those who fell by the wayside. From the moment of its birth Evermoor found itself in great demand. First it was the Aask, followed by the Ekiruru and then man and every other mortal race that was born in the wake of the conflict with the seven. Time was meaningless in the afterlife and terms like day and night were useless. All that broke it up for Zareth was the news brought to him by the departed souls.

From the very beginning Zareth made sure to make the new arrivals feel welcome. It took effort but eventually he managed to learn the names of each and every one of his "subjects". He was fascinated by their stories of the world of life and how each of the young races was making its way on their worlds. The gods were keeping busy and from what the dead told him the mortals were even busier. Although he had to console himself to the fact that most of his information was second hand and usually behind the times.

Still, under his watchful eye Evermoor and its residents prospered. The ghost souls quickly adapted to their new state of being, learning how to turn back to the forms they had in life and take on more physical attributes. It was surprising how quickly people let go of their prejudices after their physical forms had withered and decayed. All the races inhabiting it mixed and met with each other as friends and equals despite the differences they kept in death.

Evermoor, the world itself was alive. A breathing extension of Zareth's own will but thanks to Eldarwen's influence it took on a nature of its own as well. The land warped and shifted to suit the wants and desires of those that lived upon it. An ocean for the Aask, a mountain hall for the dwarves. And still Evermoor grew and changed with the passing of each generation. The more zealous souls restricted themselves to what their scriptures said their souls would do upon death, but the longer they spent in Evermoor the more relaxed they became and the happier they were to mingle. Zareth never forgot the time The Aask crashed the Dwarven hall and joined in the festivities. A Drunk Aask is an interesting sight to say the least.

It was at the dawn of the second age when Zareth was taking tea by the river bank with a group of spirits he had grown particularly close to. Ayamine, first of the Kami who had regaled him with stories of the world before this one. Thom, the first man to ride a starwhale and meet a god in the same day. And Kelasha, an Ekiruru who had been a champion of the arena in life and whose fiery spirit never ceased to energise him.

"Why is there food and drink here?" She asked him, taking another sip of tea. "We don't need to eat or drink."

"People will always need it. The joys of sinking your teeth into a tender steak, or enjoying a freshly made cup of tea." He said raising his own ceramic cup and saucer. "It's the little things that make life and eternity worth living."

Somewhere on the edge of his mind Zareth felt a new planet come to life, and Evermoor reach out to embrace it.Seith.

Their conversation went on when suddenly he heard Eldarwen call out to him. It had been centuries since he had heard from her. Zareth sprang to his feet. I have to go, Eldarwen needs my help."

"Isn't she the one you were talking about earlier?" asked Thom.

"You should tell her how you feel. The two of you would make a fun couple." Smiled Ayamine.

"You still haven't set me up with your son!" Roared Kelasha. She seemed to be able to get drunk on anything. Zareth didn't hear them as he flew away. A shadow on the wind.

He arrived next to Eldarwen, a fresh corpse was at her feet. Zareth composed himself.

"Good to see you again, El. This is a surprise."

Eldarwen looked at him, it'd been a while and she couldn't remember if they used to call her that or not. "Yes, I have been occupied. It is good to see you again though."

Zareth smiled warmly. "I'll say, you don't call, you don't write. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten me." He chuckled at his own joke, then he looked down at the body and his expression grew stern. "Now talk me through it, what's going on here?"

She had, though the stories about the hunter had reminded her of something she should have known. "I spent so long living among mortals I started believing I was one of them." She wondered how she was supposed to explain Eleonara. "She was a great source of joy, and they'd miss her if she never returned."

"Lots of your daughters were a great source of joy to each other, you didn't come looking for them. No, there's something different here. What is it?"

She would have prefered to avoid letting any of the other gods know just how deep she had gotten involved in their society, where taking one or more lovers was common if you were highly regarded in the city. "I, uh... want to create a symbol. Yes, like our son, but one they can look up to and not fear."

He noticed her hesitation. In anyone else it would have seemed normal, but not Eldarwen. She had been away for so long, Zareth couldn't blame her. Hadn't he become engrossed in his own world? So much so he had forgotten the world of the living. Seeing Eldwaren again was bringing all his old feelings bubbling to the surface again. Something about this felt wrong but the Ekiruru were her people. And Zareth had always found it hard to say no to Eldwaren

"I shall relinquish my dominion over her. But be careful El, no one has ever crossed into the plane of the dead and back again, I cannot say what effect it might have or how much of it she will remember."

She was happy, it was the answer she had hoped for. "You are truly a great friend, Zareth. I will keep an eye on her, to make sure she doesn't suffer from the experience. This was my choice after all." Eldarwen bent down, and ran her hand through Eleonara's hair again, like she had done so many times before.

Zareth knelt down over Eldarwen's fallen daughter. He could feel her soul scratching at the surface of her form. It was confused, like so many of the recently deceased, it was still trying to come to grips with what had happened. It was close to breaking free when he placed his hand on her face and gently opened her cold, lifeless lips. "Not yet." He whispered and let his breath flow into her. He did not give her life, but nor did he give her death.

Assist Seith - +6 death +2 crafting (+8) Link the planet to the afterlife as Evermoor creates gates on the planet.

Assist Eldarwen - +6 death + 4 age (+10) Help create a demigod by resurrecting a mortal and granting her immortality.

Floris2123 · Dec 3, 2012

Melanthios 27AP, 1MP

Millions of years passed in the blink of an eye. Melanthios had spend most of this time perfecting his world, and teaching new things to his son. He has also looked his allies up from time to time and spoken with them about all kinds of things. But his work was finally done, his planet was perfect. With the last road completed, he saw that the magic inside the world was finally free. The magic was everywhere, it would fuel his children and the world alike.

He teleported into the library and walked towards his son. Akladai was almost done reading the books in the first section of the library. Melanthios was done creating the second and third section. The books were filled with all kinds of new knowledge, as well as history books on the races. Even if they weren't his, something could be learned from their lives. Melanthios had also made sure that no one could enter the library, his knowledge was not for everyone.

Akladai's hunger for power had slowly changed. He had seen his father's power, and read about it. Creating a planet out of nothing in an instant, changing Hunger's nature to create him. He was jealous of this incredible power. While he loved his father, he knew that one day he would surpass him. No matter what the price would be. Melanthios smiled as he saw Akladai close the last book from the first section. "It still isn't enough," Akladai said, looking at Melanthios.

"I know my son, that is why I have written even more books for you to read. But first I want to show you something." Akladai stood up, it wasn't very often that his father wanted to show him things. "What do you want to show me father?" he asked. Melanthios smiled "I want to show you what I have been working on for the last millions of years." Akladai's eyes opened wide, Melanthios had been very secretive about it. Melanthios focused and he teleported them both to his planet.

Akladai looked around and saw beautiful villages, giant castles, and enormous cities. "They are beautiful, but they are also all empty. Why?" Akladai asked Melanthios. Melanthios smiled as he looked at Akladai. "I will create my own race, and they will live here. But before that happens I needed someone to guide them." Melanthios began walking towards Akladai as he continued. "Someone with a power close to my own, someone I can trust with my life. Someone that is worthy of being my prophet." Melanthios stopped in front of Akladai. "And that someone is you, my son, you will lead and guide them. You are the one I chose to lead my race. I would trust nobody else with such an honor."

Melanthios placed his hand on Akladai's shoulder. Akladai stood completely motionless, he then bowed his head. "I understand Father, I will lead your race. I will lead them to victory." Melanthios smiled "But not you alone, my son, there will be a king and you will be his right hand." Akladai looked insulted "Why do you need another? Are you saying I can"t do it on my own?!" Melanthios looked at him with a sternly, "Calm down, my son, I am sure you can do it alone. But two leaders are better than one. You will have the brains and he will have the charm. And besides, judging the souls of the deceased will take up a lot of time. So if there are two leaders it will be easier." Akladai seemed to think. "I can agree to that father." Melanthios smiled "That is good to hear, my son, you will get a little brother then." Akladai smiled.

Melanthios then said. "I will give my messages through to you, and you will tell them to the people. I know you are able to do this, son." Akladai grinned. "I will lead them to glory. I will make you proud father." Melanthios removed his arm from his son's shoulder. 'I am sure you will, son, but a prophet can't dress like that." Melanthios snapped his finger's, and a black staff and black cape with a silver lining appeared. Akladai took it and he put them on. "They suit me perfectly." he said, smiling. Melanthios focused, he began chanting. The magic of the entire planet began to come to him, he would use all of it to aid him in creating his race. The help his allies had given him was still active after millions of years. He crafted all of it and began creating his own race, the Dues Filli.

Teleport himself to the library of the gods.
Difficulty: Effortless

Teleport him and Akladai to Salustutis.
Difficulty: Effortless

Create a race vastly superior to humans:
Difficult: 17
Uses: 3AP,1MP
Domain: Arcane magic + 6; Wisdom + 4; War + 2

Race name: Dues Filli

Appearance: The Dues Filli differ a lot in appearance. But most of them are somewhere between 1.75m and 2.05m tall, and they weigh about 50kg-100kg. Their hair and eye color varies a lot, but they all have pointy ears, though the size of the ears also varies.

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Religion: The Dues Filli believe in multiple gods. They worship 4 different gods, and reject the others. They believe in reincarnation and the underworld. The 4 gods are also known as "The Original gods."

1 Melanthios: Also known as "The Father". Melanthios is seen as the head of the other gods and he is seen as the god of life, magic and knowledge.

2 Zareth: Also known as "The Death God" Zareth is seen as the king of the underworld and the guide to their next live.

3 M?endar: Also known as "The Deceiver" M?endar is seen as the God of Lies and Chaos.

4 Vantric: Also known as "The Ambitious One" Vantric is seen as the God of Ambition and Plots.

Some Dues Filli also pray to Akladai. Also known as "The Guide". Akladai is seen as the prophet of Melanthios. He also judges the souls of the deceased Dues Filli.

Bonuses:

Amazing intellect: the Dues Filli are able to learn at an incredible rate. And their intellect is far above that of humans.

Magic gift: The Dues Filli have an affinity for magic, they are able to learn it faster then other races.

Flaws:

Obsession: The Dues Filli are obsessed with knowledge. They will go to extreme length to get it, even at the cost of their own mental and physical health.

Frailer body: Due to the Dues Filli's interest in knowledge, they tend to stay inside a lot. And they use magic for the heavier jobs. So in general they are weaker and can endure less the humans. With exceptions of the soldiers. But those are also not as physically strong as human soldiers.

Terratina. · Dec 3, 2012

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

With the moon created, there was only one thing missing. But that could wait until later. For now, M'endar decided to visit the Hallowed Court for some rest and a bit of conversation...

Melanthios looked at Akladai. He felt M'endar coming back into the realm, he suddenly got an idea. "Akladai do you want to met your uncle?" Akladai looked up surprised. "Of course Father." Melanthios smiled, he teleported them both to where M'endar was. "M'endar my brother. How have you been doing?" Melanthios asked smiling. Akladai stood a few meters behind Melanthios, he looked curious. But he also didn't want to intrude on their conversation.

A curious creature stood behind Melanthios, perhaps it was the demigod it had help create? Yes, that must be it. Well, whatever sort of demigod it was, it stood behind Melanthios like a loyal dog or even ready to backstab his father. It sighed and gave not delay in replying to Melanthios, "Not bad, considering..."

Melanthios seemed taken back by this answer. "Not bad considering what my friend? Is something wrong?" Akladai did a step forward, his curiosity seemed to get the better of him.

It gave another sigh, "Considering the newly-formed races." M'endar then gave thought to the would-be angels and the short humaniods the others had created. As if the tree people weren't enough... It continued, "Surely they plot to be rid of me and my race, and they are creating the armies with which they will attempt to kill me."

Melanthios nodded. "I can understand your concern my friend. But Vantric is also busy creating his own race, and he is our ally. And as soon as my planet is ready I will create my own race too. Do not understate the power of our alliance." Melanthios smiled. Akladai moved a few meters closer, listening in on their conversation.

Melanthios' words brought reassurance, but there was little of it. M'endar played about with the sleeves of its robe, making sure the long things weren't catching on anything. M'endar then turned back to Melanthios, "True. But White has made more moves than Black, I fear."

Melanthios smiled. "You could say that, but then again. They have shown their hands to us, we keep our cards close to our chest. We know what they have and what their plans are. They don't know who ,works with who on the dark side. And they don't know who plans to do what." Melanthios grinned. Akladai moved a bit closer, he was only 3 meters away now.

"Yesss." M'endar nodded with that thought, "It is a shame my brother is acting againist me, thought. He may force my hand." M'endar looked around again, that demigod was eavesdropping, no doubt about it. M'endar smiled, this mean that the creation was a success. It held its arms open, as if to welcome the newcomer, "But let us turn to more cheerful subjects. I see your son has a penchant for listening on the conversations of others."

Melanthios nodded. "Seith is a threat to us all. But personally I dislike Ailish the most." Akladai seemed shocked that he had been discovered. Melanthios smiled "Yes I am afraid my sons curiosity, knows no boundaries. Well don't just stare there son, introduce yourself." Melanthios said smiling. Akladai nodded, he walked forward and said. "My name is Akladai, and I am sorry for eavesdropping. It is just when I hear new information, I can't help but try to learn it." Akladai bowed his head in what seemed to be an apology.

M'endar gave a chuckle, "No need, this is what you were born to do." Then he turned to Melanthios, "How has your new apprentice been? I hope he has been a good student." Then it grasped, as if it had forgotten something. "Please excuse my manners," M'endar said to Akladai, "I am M'endaxius, you may call me M'endar, and I am sorry for not introducing myself sooner."

Akladai seemed relived. Melanthios smiled "He has been most extent, there is only 1 small problem. He also likes to read my forbidden books, books about things such as blood magic." Akladai's face lighted up, he seemed t enjoy that subject. Akladai smiled when M'endar apologized. "No need to apologize M'endar. I know all about you, Melanthios has told me many stories." Akladai seemed excited.

In a moment of mock shock M'endar exclaimed, "What have been telling him!? Good stories, I hope. And reading the forbidden books!? Tut, tut, tut." Seeing as the conversation was dragging in the depth of small talk, M'endar to share some news. No, it was more of a plan for the near future. It folded its hands again and gave a slight cough, "Anyway, I have a plan." M'endar said, "I think the Aask could do with an extra something..."

Akladai got a devious smile on his face, Melanthios smiled because of this expression. "I have only told him good stories about you my friend, how you helped me and were the first to create a race." Akladai nodded. They both seemed intrigued as he said they could something else. Melanthios asked "Like what? Some sort of magic perhaps?"

M'endar smiled in return, but it faded as it moved on to more serious subjects. Now M'endar had both Melanthios and Akladai's attention, now was the time to talk. It began, "Hmmm... Maybe some extra abilities. It's just an idea in rough at the moment. But what I wanted to ask was: would you help me with this endeavor?"

Melanthios nodded. "Extra abilities? You mean something like shape shifting? Just like you?" Akladai looked at Melanthios. Melanthios continued "And we both would help you with these 'extra abilities'. Though we would like to know what it is before we help you. But if you are unable to tell us that, we will still help you." Akladai nodded "As my father said, I will also help you. In fact I am honored that you asked my help." Both men smiled.

M'endar gave a sarcastic clap, "Well done." It then stopped with the clapping before anyone got particularly angry because of it. M'endar then thought some more. Ideas entered its mind, ripe and ready to be made real. "Shapeshifting is a must." M'endar began, "A long lifespan, chaos magic, corruption affinty and the smarts to trick others..." A short laugh cut itself off, "...I am grateful that you will help with this when most would hinder, and probably will." Suddenly M'endar remembered something and bid farewell to Akladai and his father, "I must leave, let's just say that a belated delivery needs to be collected..."

Both men seemed to ignore the clapping, they were both also nodding when M'endar was telling them his whishes for their race. "All of those goals are achievable, and don't worry about the people that will hinder you. Together with our 2 other allies we will be able to make them into the race you desire." Melanthios said. Akladai bowed his head again and said "It was a pleasure meeting you uncle M'endar. And I am grateful that you didn't become angry about the eavesdropping." Akladai smiled a bit embarrassed again. Melanthios smiled. "I will speak to you later friend, and good luck with whatever you are going to do." Both men waved after M'endar.

Another smile came across M'endar's face as it sped off into the universe. It was the dawn of another age, and it was fully rested. Time to initiate another plan...

This happened a year before the other post.

Sehnsucht Engel · Dec 4, 2012

Eldarwen 27 AP, 1 MP

Zareth's breath flowed into the beauty on the ground, and she felt a tinge of what some would describe as jealousy. It was peculiar, she had kissed those lips, but maybe she was not jealous of him getting so close to her, but of them. Yes, that could be it. Eldarwen blinked and shook her head. What the hell was she thinking now?

She watched him pick her up in his arms, and he told her that he would carry her back to Eld. He hadn't been there since their son had been created out of despair. It must be quite the change. Eldarwen lead the way and Zareth followed, they emerged from the underworld to Roe. She didn't know or really care much about what had happened here, for the years that she had spent living among her own. No, wait, the Ekiruru was nothing like her. She just looked like them.

"They will not take kindly to you, while you are worshipped as death they've never met a god before to their knowledge and a male avatar will not be easier." She cringed at the thought of introducing a male to a race of females, where the only known males were the hunter and the death god. They did not have a word for such a thing, nor did they really think of the hunter as male. While stories were common, few had seen him and he was depicted as a beast.

She changed back into her queen form. The red armor, the golden crown and the white long hair. Her height also decreased quickly, from that of a tall tree to a tall Ekiruru.

"It's probably best that you carry her, come to think of it, since they'll be less inclined to attack you with the queen's lover in your arms." Eldarwen stated it more as a fact, and without really thinking about how she had confessed something she meant to hide. The queen hadn't hid it, but the godess would.

Zareth changed his avatar as well, and then they stepped through the portal to Eld. Last time they had gone through the portal together there had been a jungle on Eld. The sight that met them now was familiar to her, she had made it her home for millenniums. The walls were tall and polished wooden. The roof was a canopy of green leaves, and while it may look fragile it was quite sturdy. The throne room contained her golden throne, and many passageways leading off to other rooms. The grassy floor had many flowers of different kind.

"Halt!" She had expected that reaction. The six battle born she had left in the room had made their move, before she could even blink.

Eldarwen turned around and saw Zareth standing behind her, forced to stop or maybe he had stopped by his own free will. Either way, four of the battle born were pointing their blade arms at his throat. They did not carry swords. They had each made one arm into a wooden blade. These were blades made out of magic, and she could see their black blood glistening on the blades in the light of the wisps in the room. They were unnaturally sharp for wooden blades. The remaining two Ekiruru held spears above their head, ready to throw them. Spears they had made from their bodies, but separated from the actual body. They would reattach them after the kill.

"Who is this? She did not follow you through the tree. We would have detected her." Eldarwen realized she would have to teach them that other races had two genders, and some would think it weird for females to love each other.

"Tell them who you are!" She shouted at Zareth, her voice ringing through the room. Hopefully he'd understand that she wasn't angry, even if it sounded like it. It was just a way of showing dominance. They did not respect those who showed weakness. They had made her come alive like none other, but they were wild and violent. The battle born had not been given weapons strong enough to harm a god, but they would certainly try anyway.

Arrogancy · Dec 4, 2012

Vantric: 30, 2

Time meant little when one was immortal, however, it seemed to matter a great deal to the lainir, who scurried about, constantly in a hurry. It was curious, the actions of those with definite limits of being. That only made them even more curious objects of study to Vantric.

They began as he expected them to. After the Pact was made, his people marched into the first city to begin their dominion. The city was named, he was pleased to learn, after the god to whom they owed their allegiance: Gaerv Vantric. The People of Vantric. It was fitting, he thought. After helping the lainir, he descended to study them further. As he predicted, they soon split apart, various groups establishing themselves into the other bastions across the continent, they were, after all, competitive and ambitious.

Powerful city-states were created, supported by formative noble houses and, as time progressed, powerful business enterprises. Each state built itself up in attempt to dominate their neighbors and set up themselves as the true lords of continent. This was also expected, but the flow of power was what intrigued him, the manner in which strong states were slowly reduced to ashes and previously weak ones usurped them. The codification of achievement and alliance as the true measure of one's position in society greatly aided the flow of power, making it even easier for the strong and complacent to fall to the keen and ruthless.

As time marched on, however, Vantric saw that the lainir were mobilizing in a more concerted effort, that power was being concentrated in the hands of a few allied cities that were asserting their dominion. He smiled as he saw his people take the first step toward their true destiny, as the First Empire was born.

Soon, the time would come to approach his people once again, and have them embark on the next step in their journey. But that would wait. He turned his eyes skyward. It was time to return to the Court.

Vantric emerged before the Grand Ascension as the gates opened for the master of the fortress. It had been some time since he had last spoken with his brothers, he considered as he walked through the ornate entrance hall. They would need to speak once again and continue to coordinate their plans. He sent a message to M?endar and Melanthios, wherever they were across existence. ?Brothers, we should meet soon. We must begin laying our plans. I await you from within the walls of my fortress.? He turned into a small parlor, tucked away off the main hall. An armchair and roaring fire had already been prepared in anticipation of his arrival. Vantric eased himself back into the chair and waited.

Send message to M?endar and Melanthios: Effortless

Pappytech · Dec 4, 2012

Nivix - 26, 2

BOOM

The explosion filled the air with heat and pressure, a concussive blast that burned the flesh and thundered through the ears. The rush of superheated gases devastated the innards of the lab, reducing priceless hunks of machinery and painstakingly labelled specimens to so much ash and debris. Test tubes and display cases shattered as they were thrown against the walls, adding a fine spray of glass to the maelstrom of destruction. Even the door to the room, forged of stainless steel and reinforced with layers of enchantments was unable to withstand the absolute devastation, its hinges giving way as the bent and blackened chunk of metal flew down the hallway.

"Well. That could have gone better."

Coughing, Nivix pulled himself back to his feet, his burns and cuts already repairing themselves. Brushing the soot from his clothes, the god looked at the remains of his most recent foray into the unknown, his mouth set in a hard line. He had been so close this time, but still the answer managed to elude him!

"I'm never gonna find out how to make the perfect snow cone..." he muttered as he readjusted his goggles.

As he scanned the damage, however, Nivix was unable to keep a slight smile off his face. Even if it was a scene of utter and complete failure, the sight of such beautiful damage always managed to resonate with him somehow. It may not have been ideal and set his work back nearly a decade, but it possessed its own sense of wonderfully chaotic beauty.

The smile soon faded, however, as the chemister did a quick inventory. He'd already used up his entire stock of spare parts and raw materials for other repairs; he didn't have the resources to restore the lab to working condition. Sighing, Nivix rubbed the bridge of his nose with one of his gloved hands, a headache starting to pulse through his cranium. He was going to have to go on a supply run, wasn't he?

[hr]

"Huh. Things look... different."

Nivix frowned as he scanned the area, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as they rolled over the various trees, bushes, and other plant life. He was sure that this place had just been rocks, dirt, and a whole lot of ore the last time he was here. He certainly didn't remember anything about a forest or that small collection of strange structures.

Ah well. A quick probe revealed that there was still a significant amount of iron a few meters below the surface. Regardless of any changes to the landscape, this was still a great place to gather resources.

Shrugging, Nivix made a few gestures with his hands. In response, the earth beneath him began to crack and shift, large chunks of rock and dirt floating into the air at the god's behest. Soon, several tons of the stuff bobbed up and down on the wind. A grin spreading across his visage, Nivix peered into the hole, his eyes locking onto the vast stores of metal down below. There was enough down there to repair the lab and then some! "Heh, bingo."

"Mister, what are you doing?"

Snapping his head up, Nivix found himself staring at... something. A small creature, just less than half his height, with a head of straw-colored hair and a pair of emerald eyes. Bipedal, humanoid shape, five fingers on each hand... Confused, Nivix took a second to look at his own body, noting the similarities between himself and the strange creature. "Er... I'm collecting some iron?" he said, his voice taking on a questioning tone as he glanced back up.

"Why?" the creature responded, tilting its (or was it his?) head to the left.

"Well, my experiment kind of blew up and-"

"Eggs spear what?"

"I don't..." An incredulous look began to creep across Nivix's face. "Hey, that's enough questions from you."

A brief pause.

"What are you anyway?"

"I'm Cael."

"What the hell is a Cael!?"

The creature jumped back, startled by Nivix's outburst. "Um... me?"

Sighing, the god closed his eyes. "This is why I don't leave the lab," he muttered to himself. Then, in a louder voice, "I mean what are you? Some weird talking ape thing? Come on, speak up."

The small thing was clearly starting to feel uneasy about initiating the conversation, but he answered nevertheless. "I'm... I'm a human. Is that what you want mean?"

"Human, human, human..." Nivix repeated the word a few times, searching for its meaning and implications. He stood still, lost in thought for a few seconds, before letting out a gasp. "Wait! If you're... Then that means... Which leads to... Stay here!" he barked at the surprised child, before disappearing in a flash of light.

Cael, showing a surprising amount of courage and a surprising lack of sense, obeyed, standing in place as he attempted to blink the spots from his eyes. Once he had finally restored his vision, however, it was stolen by yet another flash.

"They started creating their own life forms?!" Nivix began to rave, stalking back and forth as he waved his arms about. "Humans, Ekiruru, Grigori, Dwarves! They started making all these different mortals?! And they didn't tell me!? This kind of stuff is the stuff I like to know about! It's interesting, it's neat! They're new, unpredictable, exciting! Tell me how it's fair, that they do all of this without telling me!" he finished, bending down to stare into Cael's eyes. "Tell me how that's fair!"

"I... Uh..."

"Wait... That's it!" Nivix continued, cutting off the child's mumbling. "Brilliant! They want to make mortals? Well, I'll show them that I can too! Ha, let's see how they like that!"

There was another flash of light, and Cael found himself alone once again. Surrounded by several tons of dirt that refused to stop levitating and armed with one hell of a story to tell his parents.

[hr]

Creating a human-level sentient species: DC 11, 4 AP
+6 Knowledge, +4 Destruction, +2 Magical Artifice = +12

Assuming creation succeeds, place a large group on Evalon and smaller populations on Eld, Salustutis, and Coelus: Effortless

Race: The Mizzen

"Biology": A fairly standard inorganic race, the Mizzen are comprised of metallic endoskeletons and wires, with another layer of steel serving as their skin. They are able to observe the world through red, typically circular, lenses, and the tips of their limbs are capable of detecting when they are touching something. Their entire body acts as an ear, detecting sound waves in the air. They cannot smell or taste.

Though unable to feel pain, a Mizzen will naturally be quite concerned when they take serious damage. If enough of their body is destroyed, they will die.

All Mizzen are powered and granted sentience by a Spark, essentially a bit of magic lightning fused with their body. This allows them to communicate telepathically with their fellows, effectively forming a hive-mind when enough of them are gathered. They can also commune with other intelligent species, but only if they allot most of their focus to the task.

They require a few hours of rest every couple days or so, in order to give both their bodies and minds time to cool down. Working without cease for too long will only hasten their eventual descent.

Though the stereotypical Mizzen is roughly humanoid in appearance, they are capable of altering their bodies so long as they have the proper tools and materials. This includes altering their size (ranging from a small dog to a bear) and shape, adding or removing limbs or eyes, and changing their color.

Life Cycle: A Mizzen is "born" when their Spark bonds with their body. Upon birth, they are granted a significant amount of common knowledge by their elders (how to speak, how to walk, how to operate everyday tools and devices, etc.) but are otherwise left to develop on their own. They are encouraged to explore their home city and experience several different fields, to try and find something that interests them.

As they grow and learn, they will almost certainly choose to specialize in a single area, though there are a few that prefer to adopt a jack-of-all-trades mentality.

Once they reach 15 years of age, they will slowly begin to deteriorate. Their finesse will worsen and their minds will start to decay. At this stage, they have one of two choices: they can either be "reborn", erasing all of their knowledge and personality and being implanted into a new body, or they can propagate by splitting their Spark into two pieces. These pieces are entirely blank and are given their own bodies.

Propagation, while necessary for the Mizzen to expand, suffers from a poor cultural stigma; it is (incorrectly) believed that the two new Sparks will be inferior to the old. As such, rebirth is more often used.

A Spark can be erased if the body is destroyed. Such a fate is viewed as beyond horrible by the Mizzen; anyone who dares attempt such an act, regardless of their species or reasons, is universally despised and will meet with harsh punishment.

Inclinations and Culture: While each Mizzen will have their own personality and habits, there are a few traits that they all possess. They are all driven by an intense curiosity; they need to learn or innovate in the same way that other species need to eat and breathe. As such, the Mizzen typically devote their entire existence to study, almost always in a single field or specialty. Status is not determined by wealth or strength, but by how much they have discovered or advanced.

They tend to reside in large cities, though they have a few smaller settlements meant for studying certain subjects.

Though they possess knowledge of all the gods, it is rare for a Mizzen to actually worship any of them. The gods are divine creatures that cannot be accurately studied or fully understood; there is rarely any sense in devoting themselves to such bizarre entities. Even Nivix hardly receives any prayers or praise.

Obviously the Mizzen have a healthy appreciation for technology. Being made of metal, studying machinery is akin to studying medicine. However, there is also a sizable minority that are fascinated by organic life and structures, ranging from plants to other species. It is not rare for a Mizzen to leave their home to live among other races, though such a trip is almost always temporary.

As each Mizzen possesses an almost unique set of talents or studies, they operate on a barter system, exchanging goods and services. They have no concept of money.

They are not particularly violent, and will most likely seek to understand why somebody wants to harm them before responding in kind. If they feel that their lives are in danger, however, they will lash out with all of their might.

Relations with other Species: Used as they are to their fellows, it is difficult, but not impossible for a Mizzen to communicating with other species. However, as such conversations are much, much slower than they are accustomed to, a Mizzen will often come across as scatter-brained, if not downright crazy, to other races.

Though not hostile to others, Mizzen will often unintentionally invade someone else's territory or break some taboo in the course of their studies and expansion. These misunderstandings can almost always be resolved by a simple discussion, however, and the Mizzen will back off or offer some form of payment for their error.

They typically view other races as hopelessly slow or droll.

Bonuses: Hyper-intelligent. They are able to process and understand information at an astounding rate.

Hive-mind. Able to communicate with their fellows without difficulty.

Immune to disease. Comes with being made of metal.

Fast healing. Technically it's repair, but they can come back from the brink of death so long as they have the appropriate tools and materials.

Flaws: Short-lived. Their maximum lifespan is twenty years.

Frenzy. Prone to driving themselves to madness with overwork.

Over-specialization. While they can become insanely talented in a single area, most other skills will be neglected.

Terratina. · Dec 4, 2012

M'endaxius - 23/30 AP, 2/2 MP

It found its prize in a small crater on one of the islands of the archipelago and stuffed the ebony gem into the robe. M'endar turned around to find the child god near. How could such a small thing create such a shockwave that threatened to wipe the Aask off the face of Evalon? Then that become clear. Like M'endar, it seemed that this child carried the essence of Chaos. A powerful thing indeed. Simply out of politeness, it said to the small stranger, "Greetings."

Roe hopped along the edge of the crater, following the other god at a distance. He was thinking vaguely of visiting Fallen Petal later but first he wanted to see what the other god was up to.

"Hey, what you doing?" he asked curiously.

It turned out to be a game of M'endar watching the child, watching it. Well, until the boy spoke. M'endar just replied, "Claiming a prize." There was no hint of what or who, though.

Roe skipped happily up the god of deception, tugging gently on his robe "What's that?" he asked, pointing to where the dark gem was being cradled.

M'endar decided that showing the child its prize. It brought out the gem that Darkness had spat out as it as its final act. As if showing a family heirloom, M'endar held it carefully and said, "This is what is left of Darkness and it will be the piece that completes my moon."

Roe looked up at the gem, impressed that it could sparkle and yet be so dark at the same time "It's pretty," he said simply, "can I have it?" he added hopefully.

M'endar laughed, "No, it is for Oculus Obscuritatis." It then turned around, taking the sight of the ocean that surrounded them, the ocean that nearly killed the Aask. M'endar quickly changed the subject, "Tell me, what do you think of the other gods?"

"Um, they're alright," Roe replied "I like Olek, he's really strong and big and he saved me a long time ago. I like Ailish too, she's... eh... nice,"

"I see," M'endar started to skim stones on the calm water. "Then why attempt to kill off my race if you bear no ill will towards me?" It asked, rather offhandedly.

"Huh, when did I do that?" Roe asked with a look of confusion upon his face

When you cried. The massive tear landed on this planet and nearly all of the Aask drowned." M'endar said coldly, as if just stating facts in a robotic manner.

"Really?" Roe said in genuine surprise, checking the other god's face for any signs of amusement. When none were forthcoming, he looked down at his bare feet in embarrassment "Oops... sorry mister..."

Roe found none. The stony facade remained on M'endar's face. It stopped skimming stones and turned back to Roe, "Hmph. The least you could do is apologise to the Aask. I think a gift would suffice." M'endar then realised that leaving this child to decide for himself what gift to give was a risky idea. It suggested, "Why not help me with giving them a few extra abilities?"

"Okay!" Roe replied eagerly and jumped onto M'endar to give him a hug. "Thanks for forgiving me!" he cried, his apologetic expression all but vanished

And with that, M'endar recovered from the attempted hug and ruffled the child god's hair with a smile. "Shall we do this then?" It asked, "Just reinforce my energy. I wll do the rest." Then it weaved its hands, focusing the spell on the Aask - the descendants of the five hundred faithful. It quickly sent a message to Melanthios for assistance as well. Together the three could create a truly great gift.

Roe climbed down and attempting a serious expression, he focused his power upon the other god's spell, reinforcing it and adding in his own brand of chaos.

With a large stream of energy, M'endar concentrated and of thought of shapeshifting, trickery, and corruption affinity. Both gods were status of seriousness and focus...

M'endaxius

Alter a sentient species vastly superior to a human - DC = 17

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

Roe

Assist with altering the Aask

Bonus(es) - Chaos [+6]

Race: The Verr

Biology: They are relativity simple life forms compared to the other races with a simple structure that is not unlike a bag of jelly. Organs are contained within intercellular fluid and secured within a vast enlarged version of a cytoskeleton. As a result, the base form is weak and open to attack. The membrane that holds their insides can be easily burst, especially with, say, a huge water. The pressure will be enough to burst the membrane and if they are not killed by that, the difference in osmotic pressure will destroy the inner structure of their bodies. But this does have advantages as well.

Replication is easier in this form. The Verr replicate asexually, via mitosis, as why bring in the advantages in evolutionary development in sexual reproduction when you can simply be born with the ability to shape shift as the environment dictates? However this requires a great amount of energy, to form new structures and tissue spontaneously, and it is rare for a Veer to shapeshift more than two times in the course of one day, lest it consumes itself by shapeshifting without constraint. Those who do so are known as insane, or as 'Cravers'.

Other than that, they consume food via endocytosis with sieve-like structures that catch microbes in the dirt. It has been seen that the Verr also thrive in a polluted environment. They use the increased carbon, methane, etc, content in the air and ground and take it in to be broken down for more energy. As a result, a cloud of miasma can always be seen where the Veer have been and many viruses and other nasties use the Verr as vectors, and sometimes also as symbiotes. They also seem to be able to manipulate energy into a form of magic.

Life Cycle: The Verr are usually born in the form the Aask took when they were first formed, then mature into Verr. When this happens, the individual is usually expected to go on pilgrimage via starwhale to the moon that M'endar created to mediate on their gifts they receive on the onset of 'puberty', after five years as a larvae. They mediate on what Path their lives will take, or if they even choose a Path at all, for with all the bonuses they receive, once they have taken a Path, all their biomass is forced on the purpose of the Path and they cannot reproduce. Those who reject the Path risk being stigmatised by those who have, but ensure the future of the race. The Paths are as follows:

> Path of the Phalanx - The standing army of the Verr. These use their shapeshifing powers to defend their kind when necessary.

> Path of the Producer - This noble ones use their very own biomass to create structures for the settlements of the Verr.

> Path of the Performer - Those who bring relief to the masses through music and dance. These change their shape to please others, through music, dance or other means.

> Path of the Prophet - The priest caste. They take the form of M'endar and spread its word, regarded as the window to the Whispering Worm by others.

> Path of the Phantom - The spies of the Verr. These move among the other races on Evalon, making note of their ways and customs, using their shapeshifting powers to blend in.

> Path of the Peon - The workhorses. Viewed with respect as they are the ones that make Verr society possible.

> Path of the Protean - Those who choose to stay atop Oculus Obscuritatis, as guardians, watching out for any tidal activity that may threat the Verr.

They have a short time to reach the apex of their Path, only about fifty years of lifespan.

Inclinations and Culture: An ancient race that crawled the ground on the mortal plane before any other, but one getting used to their new abilities, as they are far from the shapeless blobs that they were before. A strangle secular species that worships its creator more out of gratitude than anything else. Nevertheless, they have quickly settled into their new role, but are conflicted in some way. Once they were simply sentient purifiers to make the way for new life on the then newly created planet, but now they thrive in corruption places. This can be seen in their society as they are divided by the Paths they choose.

They are a migrant people, moving from place to place with caravans made of their very bodies and driven by those who have chosen to. They also still believe in the same afterlife, Nos, however there are a few differences. The seven doors with seven seals have been opened and have been revealed to be the resting place of those who choose a Path. Oceanside burials still take place as well. Tradition is very much a sample of Verr society, otherwise the caste system they currently employ would break down in a fraction of the time it took to set up.

Relations with other Species: They mostly watch other species and are an enigmatic mystery to them. Bouts of land are found in a corrupted state, but no cause can be seen, as the Verr are long gone after that and only return after a year or so when the land has recovered. They mostly stick to the continent they were created on, avoiding the ocean that separates the landmasses out of a primal fear of drowning, probably from the Flood itself. In summary, they watch, listen, learn and wait.

Bonuses:
+ Shapeshifting.
+ High Reproduction Rate
+ Corruption Affinity.
+ Chaos Magic.

Flaws:
- Short lifespan (50 yrs).
- Weakness to water .
- Base form is relativity weak.
- Shapeshifting is limited to once per day.

Dogmatic99 · Dec 4, 2012

Zareth 30 , 2

The first time he stepped out of Evermoor in over a thousand years and Zareth found himself at sword point. This day wasn't going as well as he had hoped.

"Who is this? She did not follow you through the tree. We would have detected her."

How do I look like a woman? I've got a pair of phallic symbols on my head! He thought to himself.

"Tell them who you are!" Clearly Eldarwen didn't appreciate the scene playing out in her throne room.

Unfortunately Zareth hadn't planned on this. Who am I? What am I doing, the royalty thing like El or am I just playing myself? He flipped a coin in his head. Heads!... what does heads mean? Oh screw it!

Zareth tilted his head and looked at the blades, unimpressed. He could only assume that picking things up was a nightmare for these women. He shot them his most light hearted smile and casually made his way through their lines. The guards parted for him, slowly, either out of concern for the woman he was carrying or perhaps they were intimidated by his bizzare confidence. Either way he was determined to roll with it. He placed Eldarwen's daughter on the golden throne and adjusted her veil. After making sure she was all in order he turned to the assembled guards.

"I'm the long absent king." He said striding up to their leader. "And you should address me with more respect." To back up his point he ran a finger along her blade and licked the venom from it with a flourish."tangy!" He cried out in pleasant surprise. "I may need to get a few bottles of that!"

It took all he had not to burst out laughing at the looks on their faces.

Zareth turned to the "Queen", sending out a telepathic message to her before he started speaking again.

Hope I haven't upset things too much, if nothing else this should give them something to talk about at court.

Then he spoke, his tone hardening. "The death god has heard your plea and answered it. Make sure not to squander his gift... he will be watching."

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Zareth basked in the looks and shocked whispers he attracted. The temples were impressive structures full of light and fine works of art. He even took in a show at the amphitheatre. He had heard lots of Ekiruru songs in Evermoor but the presence of a living audience added a certain something extra. The arenas were a change of pace for him and he had to admit they were enthralling in tier own way.

Eventually though he found his way into the outlying forests and the smaller settlements that had sprang up all over Eld. Zareth had made his way to the foot of a great old tree and was leaning against its trunk when a shadow flew over him.

"You can come out now! I'm afraid you'll have to do better than that if you want to sneak up on me."

And like magic a figure dropped from the canopy overhead, landing silently as a leaf on the wind. It looked like a man, except for its head. "One day I'm going to get you." Said Carnivox.

"You keep at it. And what are you wearing?" Zareth teased, patting his son on his wolf head.

"Oh come on! Don't make me go all elf, it's just us here!"

"Oh alright." Zareth said, scratching him behind the ear. "You know I can't say no to that face."

The hunter quickly wrestled free of his creator's grip. "What are you doing here?"

"It's been a while since I've walked in the mortal world, thought I could use the exercise... and the excitment. New races are being born on Evalon and making new civilisations. I thought we could see them together."

"Been there, done that. Centuries ago at that. You really do need to get out more." The wolf chuckled.

"Well where do you suggest I start?"

Belmarc · Dec 4, 2012

Aen 30,2

After his adventures with Ailish on the other side of the portal, Aen was ready to meet some of the others. And, to be quite honest, was avoiding Ailish. He was a little freaked out by what had happened to her. Now he was nervous, unsure what to expect. Were they all like Ailish? Or were some like him? Or something he couldn't yet imagine. Taking a deep breath, he set off in the direction of one of the others. It wasn't long before he came to a planet covered in green and life. Continuing on warily, Aen resisted the urge to draw his sword. Coming upon two figures, he wasn't sure which shocked him more. One stood out amongst the plants, his savagery in appearance matching the brutality he was definitely capable of. The other had a strange aura around him, as if he did not belong amongst all the life. Stranger still, the beast-man seemed to adhere to the other, even showing affection, which was returned. The relationship was alien to his understanding. He was reluctant to interrupt, but to watch them without their knowledge would be wrong. "Hello? My name is Aen. Am I ruining the moment?"

TheBlueShotgun0 · Dec 5, 2012

Pentar 30AP 2MP
Pentar stood atop the mountain, small compared to the much larger one nearby, in the guise of an old Dwarf, looking down on the Gante farmers working in a neighboring valley. A mortal wouldn?t have been able to see so far down below and in such detail, but the eyes of a God were infinitely keen, and Pentar could make out every bead of sweat on their brows. It was high noon, and Niv shone bright and high in the blue sky.

The Dwarves had come a long way since their creation so many years ago. For much time they had built their settlements at the base of the mountain. At that early point, they had hunted and gathered their food rather than grow it themselves, and they remained unaware of the vast riches within the mountain. But even then they were an organized people. Pentar had frequently walked among them and observed that, much to his pleasure, the Dwarves were loyal to each other above all else. As time passed, they learned how to farm and domesticate their food, but they were still a long way from what Pentar knew they could achieve. A single Dwarf had ruled over his people then, and so it was in his ear that Pentar whispered the suggestion to move into the mountain. It had only been just that, a suggestion, but it was enough to drive the Dwarves into the mountain.

The mountain, which the Dwarves called Loth Ringard (Glorious Mountain), would come to house a grand metropolis with in it. Massive caverns and caves were hollowed out and great archways, buildings, and bridges were built to accommodate the Dwarf's growing population. The Dwarves of this time were skilled in architecture and civil engineering. Their culture also grew along side the city. Beautiful works of art were created, and many structures were engraved with intricate pictures. The Dwarf's technology continued to advance as well. They had entered the mountain with spears, bows, and torches. But they quickly became proficient in metal work and before long had developed not only swords and axes, but plate mail, coal furnaces, and barbed wire too. As the centuries ticked by and kings lived and died, the Dwarves continued to spread through Loth Ringard, fueled by large farms dotting the valleys and hills around its base. Pentar often took on a Dwarven form and walked through the city, talking to the Dwarves and inquiring on resent events. Every now and again he would subtly influence an important person, perhaps a treasurer here and a governor there, but generally allowed the Dwarves to handle their own affairs.

During this time, Pentar also observed the other creations of the Gods. He sometimes took the form of a Human or Lainir and toured their civilizations. They were impressive, but Pentar didn't think they held a candle to the Dwarves. The again, he was hardly an unbiased party on the matter. He also visited Zareth's Evermoor to talk to dead Dwarves. He had talked to Zareth himself on a few occasions, and he seemed noble enough. It was a shame that he had cast his lot in with Vantric and the others. Still, he maintained ties to him and Seith. Unfortunately, Pentar had never gotten a chance to talk to Olek, creator of the Humans. He felt that the God of Humanity would not only make a good ally, but a good friend as well. Of course, the vast majority of Pentar's attention was always devoted to the Dwarves, which he supposed made their downfall all the harder to bear.

The royal family had long kept the many clans in order and under its kings all Dwarfkind prospered through unity. Many had wondered what would happen should the royal family be wiped out. Many more hoped they would never get that question answered. But when the young King Igor was assassinated, everyone's worse nightmares came true. The king had had no heir to take his place, and so the clans dissolved into warfare. For nearly 10 generations the clans fought a brutal and bloody war, but Pentar choose to let the conflict run its course. It was sad, but it was necessary for the Dwarves to experience war, for there was no telling when they might need to call on such experience. Still, Pentar shed tears as his creations shed blood with in the mountain. When the dust finally settled, six clans remained; The Maktom, Intende, Regnales, Gante, Eritan, and Minakr. An uneasy peace settled over Loth Ringard as all sides realized how depleted their resources had become. Each clan controlled a section of the city (except the Gante, who lived outside on the farms) which they barricaded against attack from the others. Border skirmishes and brief wars were common, but little has really changed since the last days of the Clan Wars. And so the Dwarves have lived divided and leaderless for so many centuries.

Pentar returned his focus to the present. The clans had bickered and fought amongst each other for long enough. It was time for a king to rise and unity them. But who? It was a question that Pentar had thought long and hard about, but about a week ago he had made his decision. Most of the Dwarves were inherently honorable and just, but their pride in their own clans clouded their judgment. It was this realization that lead Pentar to search in the mines, the most isolated part of the mountain, were he had found Erik. Just as had been expected, life in the mines had cut Erik off from his clan's propaganda, but he still understood the basic politics of Loth Ringard. But what separated Erik from the rest was his combination of ambition and humbleness. He dreamt of unity and glory for the Dwarves, but was him self not vain or self-obsessed. Pentar decided that he was perfect king material, and so had given him a dream that told him to travel to the top of a nearby mountain. It was there that Pentar now waited.

He didn't need to wait long afterwards. Soon he could sense Erik approaching at a quick pace, his heart pounding. Clearly the Dwarf was eager to reach his destination. When he finally arrived, Pentar turned his avatar to face him. Erik opened his mouth to speak, but Pentar silenced him with an upraised hand. "No need to be hasty now." He cracked out in a perfect imitation of an elderly Dwarf. "You look winded. Take some time to catch your breath." Indeed, Erik's face was nearly as red as his short beard and he was breathing heavily. While the mortal refilled his lungs, Pentar took a moment to reflect on how young he was. Perhaps it would have been better to wait until he was older, but events had already been set in motion.

Once he had caught his breath, Erik instantly spoke. "Were you the one who gave me that dream?" he blurted out, then his face turned red again, this time from embarrassment.

"Yes, that was me." Pentar said with a smile. "I have summoned you here to present to you your destiny.'

Erik looked at the old Dwarf quizzically. "Who are you exactly? Some kinda wizard or somethin??"

Pentar chuckled. Where the Dwarves had gotten the idea that magic users were amongst them he didn?t know, but it was certainly amusing. "Yes, something to that effect." The old Dwarf walked to the edge of the cliff a few feet away. It featured a stunning view of the river valley below. "In fact, you may have heard of me. My name is Pentar."

"Pentar?" Erik said, taking a few paces towards the avatar. "You mean the God of Order, The Mountain Father, The Great Judge? That Pentar?" He seemed quite baffled by the prospect of standing next to a God.

"Yes, that Pentar." The God said with a smile, still looking down into the valley. "I see stories of me have spread."

"Ya, they've spread alright." Erik said. He signed with deep disappointment. "Whatever. I gotta go." He began walking back down the trail he had come up, shoulders slumped.

"You don?t believe me, do you?" Pentar said, with his eyes still fixed on the view.

"Of course I don?t believe you." Erik said, whirling back around to face the God. "How the hell am I suppose to think you?re a God? I don?t even believe in that stuff."

Pentar turned to face the young dwarf and hobbled towards him, the walking stick he held softly patting the ground. "Things are not always as they seem, Erik."

His eyes widened with surprise. "How do you know my name?"

As short as Erik was, Pentar?s stooped figure still forced him to look up. "I know many things, Dwarf." He said sternly. "I also know that you dream of a united and powerful Dwarven nation. One free of the constant conflict your people experience now. Am I correct?"

Erik?s jaw looked like it might hit the ground. "Y-yes." He stammered out. "How do you know these things?"

Pentar willed his form to change. His back straitened and the wrinkles and creases disappeared. The simple robes morphed into an elaborate suit of armor, and the staff became a long war hammer, just as intricate as the armor. "Like I said, I am Pentar, God of Order, and I am here to help you achieve your destiny." He had dropped the old creaky voice in favor of his normal, booming speech. "I have chosen you to unite your people and take on the roll of king."

Erik dropped to his knees, a look of astonishment on his face. "Forgive me, my lord. I never meant insult you." he said reverently. Then Pentar?s words caught up to him. "Why have you chosen me, my lord? Surly there are others that are more worthy."

And so Pentar told him what made him so special and why he had chosen him. When he was done, Erik could only shake his head. "I still don?t think I?m up to it." Then, remembering who he was talking to, he added "Not that I don?t trust your judgment, Lord Pentar."

The God placed a hand on the young Dwarf?s shoulder. "Trust me, Erik. If there is anyone who is qualified for this, it is you. And remember that I will be watching over you in your quest."

"Thank you, sir." Erik said, a bit more confidently. "What will be my first step?"

Pentar adopted a more professional tone. This was were they got down to business. "First, you must gather support for your cause amongst the people. I will leave the question of where to your judgment, but be sure not to mention me or this meeting to anyone else. I am well aware that those seen talking about the Gods are labeled as mad."

"Are they real? The other Gods, that is." Erik said with a sparkle in his eyes. "Vantric and Seith and Zareth and the others?"

"In due time, Erik." Pentar said, as if to a small child who was hungry for treats. Indeed, he would have to be made aware of the other Gods if he was to make an appropriate prophet. "For now, you have your quest. Good luck." With that, Pentar struck the ground with his hammer and vanished in a flash of lightning.

Inspire one mortal: Difficulty 5
+2 Government (I finally get to use this

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Floris2123 · Dec 5, 2012

Melanthios 27AP, 1MP

Melanthios was busy with creating his race, when he received a message. "Brothers, we should meet soon. We must begin laying our plans. I await you from within the walls of my fortress." Melanthios smiled, it seemed Vantric hadn't forgotten about him. He send a message back "I will come as soon as I can, but I am creating my own race right now. So it will probably be a while before I can join you in your fortress. I am sorry for the delay, brother."

Melanthios sensed another message for him. It was from M'endar, who was about to alter his race. Melanthios focused some of his knowledge into an orb. The orb looked small, but it was filled with pure magic. He also added all the knowledge he possessed on shape shifting. The orb flew towards M'endar and, as promised, it would help him alter the Aask into the race he wanted.

Sending a message to Vantric
Difficulty: Effortless

Helping M'endar alter the Aask.
Domain: Arcane magic + 6, Wisdom + 4

Arrogancy · Dec 5, 2012

Vantric: 30, 2

He stared into the fire, thinking while he waited for his allies to respond to his call. The lainir would soon need to be approached for the next step in their destiny, they would need to branch out and explore the world of Evalon, with some direction from himself. There were obstacles in this endeavor, he knew. The warrior, Olek, had crafted a race of humans on a different continent. They were not a problem, or at least they were far from the most pressing problem. No, the true problem would be Pentar and his race, the dwarves. Those creatures could not be ignored. Until then, Vantric's principle project had been building up the lainir, he had largely ignored the other goings on in the Court and in the rest of the world. He would need to change that soon.

Just as he began plotting his next move, Melanthios responded to his call. "I will come as soon as I can, but I am creating my own race right now. So it will probably be a while before I can join you in your fortress. I am sorry for the delay, brother."

Melanthios was creating his own race? Vantric perked up at that thought. He would need to go and see these new beings. Perhaps Melanthios required some help. Vantric got up and teleported away, tracing the message back to its source. He appeared in a library in a new world. Melanthios had been busy, he considered, though he had had time to work on his own projects, quite a bit of time. He walked along the quiet, book-lined halls, it wasn't long before he found Melanthios.

The other god looked no different after all the time that they had spent apart. Beside Melanthios was a curious creature, whom he was working with on some complex incantation. The pair didn't notice him as he entered. Vantric considered waiting until after Melanthios was finished with...whatever it was he was attempting to address him. Then he thought better of it. "Do you need any help?" He asked.

Teleport to Melanthios's location=Effortless

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