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The Divinity Engine was completed and began funneling new divine essence into the cosmos.
Regolith finally got married.
Voluris courted and "took advantage" of Frakt for some reason.
New gods spawned and shit.
Morroth's essence was dispersed over his planet, creating a planet-wide jurassic park with dinosaurs, giant plants, mythological monsters and orks.
The Godhall was used to resolve a dispute.
Manoloth and Arethe created arts and dancing.
Nekomious created a surreal nightmarish planet, inhabited by cat girls.
Gol Durak started a cabal of cultist assassins.
Regolith made a order of paladins to fight the assassins, but gave their leader the Sword of War, given to him by Heroicus.
Domina proved that she absolutely sucks at devouring still-living mortal souls.
mortal immune systems are way too good for any bacteria and viruses.
Domina's first-born was still alive since the last age, and created a new sort of magic, enhancing ones own body with divine power.
Domina fed off of Aretha, but didn't devour her entirely. She then nursed her back to health along with the resulting star.
Daemonia was again confirmed for being literally heaven-on-earth again.
Select a tripcode to become a God, and roll 1d100 to speak the WORD and make things happen. Anonymous players form a Choir to praise or scorn the works of these Gods as they see fit. The Witness reserves the right to veto blatant shitposts and trolly decisions.
Rolled 83 (1d100)
In the council room of the Godhall stand the thrones of the gods, which include:
Zanathros's 'seat' of mirrors
Frakt's seat of fluffy snow and hidden sharp Icicles.
Regolith's seat of solid sunlight
Tutarr's rusty metal chair
Barastran's throne of woven light
Voluris's lightning pillar seat
Heroicus's throne of half-melted weapons with the fire of war burning behind it
Toahws's dusty and sagging couch. Sized for the Twins, so it takes up hardly any space at all.
Caliban's comfortabe armchair
Gol Durak's stump of swampwood with elaves of shadow
Nekomious's purple velvet beanbag chair with a black cat eternally napping on it to keep it warm.
Rolled 11 (1d100)
Time to ascend my plans to a higher level. I gift my children among the mortals the ability to channel the divinity hidden in their souls into illusions, so that they may deceive and trick with grander schemes.
Rolling for how many of my children actually get the gift of illusions.
With the technical advancements of the mortals, as well as the creation of devices that capture snapshots of reality in "picts"
totally not cameras, the mortals invent the concept and industry of "pornography" based around lewd images captured in those "picts".
Oh, and Rinokan has started shaking and shuddering like it's about to go nova, but we have our priorities set right.
Frakt is here. Frakt has been waiting.
Frakt knows he looks desperate, but Frakt misses his divine friends. The mortals are too boring, and die WAY too fast. Who knew they couldn't stand a measly -40C?
Rolled 100 (1d100)
For the hall of the gods, it decides that
it too, must have a voice.
However, being the size that he is,
it cannot fit himself into the hall.
Instead, it creates an expansion of itself,
a creation that speaks its music, and its will.
In the hall grows a seat tentacles,
made from the same undescribable material
that covers its drifting body.
And from the tentacled shaped chair,
rose a small creature.
Made of its creators flesh.
With ears large enough to listen to the anything, and everything that might be going on.
And when it doesen't speak, it listens.
That small creature, was not really a living being by itself,
rather it was an extension of the chair standing in the hall of the gods.
It is hollow, and so Manoloth can speak, and sing through it when the
time calls for it.
>Rolling for growth +5
Flesh Yoda is a real
I'm gonna... be a Dad?
Alright listen up everyone. Anyone who so much as looks at Voluris with an askew glance is getting an Icicle to the spine. Caliban, I want an armada of your finest creations patrolling Xioni at all times, and in exchange I will allow you to actually WEAR the coat the winter when you next want it. Domina, I want you on standby as our Midwife when the times come, seeing as you are an expert on birth. I promise a stockpile that would satisfy even you, I swear upon it. Witness, even if you aren't really a force/god here, I just want you to send good vibes. Every little helps.
Regolith, I want you to hold me. Being a Dad is scary, and only you and I really understand...
Rolled 49 (1d100)
Forgot the pic. Now let's make me a daddy.
Dice I swear if you fail me now...
Rolled 90 + 15 (1d100 + 15)
>A new age upon the universe. The cheerfull godness remenbers Domina's embrace and her rebirth thanks to the Star Mother.
>But all she cared was for the well being of mortals and Gods. As the new age reached Arethe noticed the dark space around her and the gods.
"I should have done something about this before. But i will do it now."
>And so the godness of colours grabbed created some dust using a flock from her hair.
"This universe needs more colours, more wonders.And so using aa word i shall create a wonder in the void. Come into existence <[NEBULA]> "
And so each strand of the godness hair flock, became dust a fine powder that traveled across the void carried by it.
And when each of the start's in existence shined their lights on it the dust would absorv the light of the starts and shine the beautifull colour across the void
She spoke as the cloud of colourfull "dust" came into existence
Yes Frakt, the second god-to-be-born grows within my being, but its nature is not anathema to me as Domina's frost-born children were to her, so therefore you don't have to worry about my well-being.
And I understand you calling for protectors over Xioni for my sake, but don't think that this will stop me from journeying to the Godhall if needed or to assist in matters of divine nature.
>A joyus song one that followed her creation as it came to exist the colourfull dust echoed with the song of the blind god.
>The sound pleased Arethe. And so she allowed the influence of Minoloth on her work.
"Monoloth my friend you have the most brilliant of tastes."
Rolled 85 + 15 (1d100 + 15)
A emotion came to her. Could it be? Could it be so? Yes it could! A second born god was in his way. Such emotion of happyness, even that followed by a little bit of fear, was wonderfull.
With a happy laugh one that looked more of a child the godness of colour spoked.
"Blessing to the new gods i must prepare myself for this joyfull happening."
And so over Xionis. Arethe holded one of the many rainbow's she created in the old era usind her creation to craft a gift to the mother of the future baby gods.
Oh geeze, don't make too much of a deal out of this guys, I just took what was formerly a natural function for mortals and based a divine method of reproduction on it.
I mean, it wasn't even that hard, at least not for a goddess of magic that had experience at interacting with the essence of the goddess of life and motherhood from when she was a mortal.
I do understand why this is such a rare occurrence though, seeing as I'm one of only 4 female gods.
And thus it was created. With her dominion over creation and colours Arethe made into existence two fine creatures.
Both were horses with furs as white as snow, with well build bodies, Arethe creation showed her gentle and wild nature in their eyes. Their manes were coloured with the same of the rainbows.
The thing that made each creation unique was. One of the mounts had a crystal horn on it's forehead and the other had long wings with each of it's feathers randomly changing between colours.
"The Horned one shall be my gift to Volurius and the winged one to Regolith's wife."
A divine, horned horse?
Hmm.. I didn't care for anyone's appearances once, but even I can tell how aesthetically pleasing it is.
I'll accept your gift. It'll entertain and be a good friend to my child.
Well, there are the mortals on the wheel/divine engine, the two distinct streams of essence the divine engine pours down to us, and my unborn child, so there are quite a few places with souls.
the mortal souls are especially unsavoury this time, as if they're being selectively modified to that state due to the more palatable souls being devoured by Domina, like some kind of soul-based evolution.
Look, Domina, I have some good news and some bad news.
The good news are there are going to be a lot more souls in the future.
the bad news are that a lot of them are going to be utterly disgusting to you.
Rolled 49 (1d100)
A lone man wanders a frozen tundra. Pockmarked across sheets of white, tiny hills peek out from undulating hills, the driving wind piling up snow and ice around the mounds.
The man reached out, with hands tinged blue with cold, and grasped what lay under the pile of snow.
Shaking fingers grasped at it's chest, the old man plucking something warm, something alive, from the cold and frozen heart. This went into a pocket, one of many that lines his blue coat.
The man dropped the now, truly empty, corpse. There were more mounds, more dead, frozen by this harsh world. Humans had survived, no, thrived here! Of course, if there were so many alive, that meant that there were even more dead, taken by his storms and blizzards.
Frakt waded on, snow bunching around his bare feet. A small smile played across lips that had only been bitter till now, the thought of this unsavory task chased away by the memory of Voluris and their babe. For this, he would comb his world for as many souls as needed, to assure Dominas blessing for his only child.
[I figure Souls that died from Frost might be a little less savory than you like, but still a lot better than these new, bitter souls. Since you didn't normally prey on my world... I hope... the people there wouldn't have "evolved" against you.]
Rolled 49 (1d100)
I suppose giving it some time for things to stabilize and an amount of normalcy to return, would be for the best. In the meanwhile, now's the chance to find some other source of sustenance. Divine souls never taste bad...
I guess rolling to see if it works? Probably in this case, the closer I can roll to 49, the more likely it is to work.
That would seem like collecting stale fries to replace the moldy spinach Domina has been trying to eat... so...
>closer to 49 is better
Scratch that! They're more like fresh new cheeseburgers now! Fuck, these are some tasty-looking souls he's collecting there!
pic related is basically Frakt with this fresh batch of souls when he prepares them for Domina
Rolled 83 (1d100)
I think by the roll, these mortals might rival divine souls in satisfaction. I can scarce contain my anxiety at the prospect. Rolling to see if the anticipation is greater than my capacity to maintain a "normal" appearance.
Rolled 61 (1d100)
Well, seeing as it has been three Ages since my wife has been impregnated, I believe that the baby should be born soon.
I will roll to see what kind of God it will be.
100- All of the above
If the roll is odd, the baby will be a boy. Even is a girl.
And so, Xioni suddenly becomes the center of the Divine Culinary Universe. A rare, godly delicacy is born.
Whipped up from Frozen Souls, this frozen treat goes down a treat, regardless of Divine affiliations.
Domina shall have the first, and most, bites. Anyone else is also welcome to try some, if you can stomach souls!
Congratulations on the Baby Boy of Justice! May he judge fairly, and grow strong!
Godly Batman? Godly Batman.
but wouldn't he be more like the twilight or the dawn or something?
I highly doubt your kid would be the night.
hmm... they are my former people.. but maybe I should try out a bite, for the growth of the unborn godling.
Rolled 19 (1d100)
As Arethe's Nebula keep absorving the light created by Domina's and her's union the wide. And varied specs of dust contained the energy of the start light Giving the nebula the characteristic rainbow colours.
As the new creation absorved the energy of light it became with a small concetration of energy.
Rolling to see how much energy it will absorv. The more energy it holds the brigther the colours will be. Modifier -20 because it isn't my domain.
Rolled 36 + 5 (1d100 + 5)
Since her goal to absorv some of Colos energy seemed like a bad move. Arethe followed with other plans. Her creative personality now demanded of her a place. For her and her god Trasa.
A place for art and knowledge. Were the creatires were happy and brigth. So using her creation powers the fair godness invoked to existence a special item one from her days as mortal. A pencil brush.
Rolled 28 (1d100)
It's been a while, and once again
Manoloth's hunger grew.
It returned to the swamps,
to the city it had breathed some culture into.
The cults had been evolved to a full blown religion.
The heads of the cults, offered
their god sacrifices in exchange for
a small use of its power.
Not all could. Many fell into unconceivable ramblings
and descended into deep madness.
But the ones who could, received his power,
and ruled over the city and its people through
Manoloths divine music, and controling of their
>Roll Growth +10
Colos in greek means butt lol
Rolled 49 + 15 (1d100 + 15)
I like the way you draw the map. I think that it's you who sells yourself to short.
With her tool in hand Arethe was ready for her work although it felt different from her old brush, the mortal turned into godness knew she was way to new in the Gods world.
And so using the empty universe as her frame the godness diped the pencil on her own hair making it glow with the colour of it and started to stroke her pencil creating a world for her and Trasa.
Rolled 87 + 15 (1d100 + 15)
It would be a funny thing to see as Arethe moved in her cheerfull way. She stroked with her painting upon her very own world.
The planet would remain nameless so her dear god Trasa could give it a proper name. The landscape and the very planet itself was a colourfull one.
Arethe's Nebula floated ner Colos and so now was her created world. But once she took a look at it she found it bare.
And so she took her pencil once again and moved her wrist close to the surface her paint acquiring a live tone as she created the first race on her planet and she would call then
Also I'll grace this event with a gift of milk, as any godling should have need of. Wouldn't want to step on the mother's toes so offered in bottle or bottle equivalent.
Usually the drinking of has equated to a flat roll increasing divine strength, but feel free to do with as seems fair.
It was perfect fit. Since Arethe moved her brush using her very emotion, those would pass to her creation making the Satyr a cheery and playfull race as well admires of games, art, music and dance.
>BabysFW he gets a new bottle of Milk.
>The old gods are growing up now and becoming parents
Why it seems like just yesterday they were a bunch of widdle babies having playtime making planets and gettin mad about sharing.
Rolled 53 + 15 (1d100 + 15)
The machinations of the god of insanity disturb me, out of concern for my children.
His followers intend to shun the pantheon in favor of their mad god.
This cannot go on.
I cast my hammer into the center of the city to embed it in the ground. Then I send out a message to all leaders of mortals, be it emmissaries of the Saechoran empire, the archmagus of the magocracy of Xioni, my demigods who have conquered kingdoms.
>"He whosoever cleanses the mad city shall receive Godbreaker, a weapon greater than any other, and wield power akin to a god."
(rolling for the scale of the war coming towards the mad cultists)
The second largest war amongst mortals to date. Numerous kingdoms rally their forces, many adventuring bands emerge from the Great Labyrinth to sell their services as elite mercenaries, and they all march towards the mad city in pursuit of godly power.
you could have used a "manly tear" image.
Rolled 85 + 15 (1d100 + 15)
After the creation of the Satyr the colours godness had the need for two more races be put in her world.
She focused her most mischeaved personality and using her power a new word came out of her.
With her word the Fae came to be. Creatures with unearthly beauty but just one foot tall and weigh as the same as a small cat. All of then have insect-type wings the most common one being of butterfly and dragponfly wings.
Rolled 68 + 15 (1d100 + 15)
Her power was depleting. Being a young godness herself she could not be more proud of her creations then she was at that moment.
With a final stroke she mstarted to create her third and last race a drip of her pencil touching each tree in existence on her planet and so she spoke the word
>Illarion fucked up completely when making the humans and the mistake had to be mopped up by 5 different gods
>Arethe makes 3 different races perfectly on the first go
the universe is totally fair, guys.
Arethe is a lucky ducky. Also to be fair humans kind of had to be perfected to some extent, since even at the time it was pretty clear they'd become the "common"/"template" race for the cosmos.
His people are spreading their madness amongst others and those who don't succumb to it control other mortals' minds. This goes directly against what Zatheens, Sleazus, Illarion and even I intended for the mortals.
You would get mad at him if they started driving all your frostfire mages mad and they'd fuck up their usage of your frostfire entirely.
Eh, you want that I, uh, start freezing up this wacko? Say da word boss, and Morgoth or whatever his name is -frosted-, if ya'z know what'i'mean.
i'm indeed. Today may rolls seem to be quite well. To bad i must leave now. See you guys tomorrow if the thread is still up. If not see you all on saturday.
I appreciate the offer, but no.
His other domains are harmless enough, and the mortals have taken a liking to music.
It's the spreading of madness that I am against here, but I will not stoop to his level and meddle in the affairs of mortals myself, not yet. For now, I just give them an incentive.
Isolated cases of insanity, acceptable.
Religious cult spreading insanity, unacceptable.
Yeah, I think he... eats? Insanity. So we can't stop him altogether.
These Other beings, always having diets that cause us regular Gods problems. First Domina with her souls, then Golgadoth eating away at whatever, then that tree thing with the Divinity Engine...
Us normal gods are just weight watchers fitness trainers, here to stop the reckless binge-eating that these Outer Gods are capable of.
>What a nerd.
Manoloth offers mortals power,
The mortals themselves have a choice to
attempt to embrace it or not.
The ones who suceed are rewarded,
the ones that fail, are offered as sacrifices.
It's a just trade.
Also, this one mad god has set up an emisary
for the sole purpose of comunication with other gods,
in the hall of the divine.
This young Heroicus, could have chosen to contact
Manoloth, and discuss his concerns.
Manloth is not pleased with this turn of events.
But he cares not about the afairs of his mortals.
For he is forever, and his music has spread throughout
the universe. He will find more elsewere.
Next time Heraclius, act like a civilised diety,
instead of like Moroths Orcs.
You saw how well that ended for him.
>Next time Heraclius, act like a civilised diety,
>instead of like Moroths Orcs.
>You saw how well that ended for him.
Manoloth bringing the heat.
It was always on offer? I made it FOR you. Here, take it, save what little my dear Voluris has already eaten, and enjoy! Soon I will have more made, and you will grow to love the taste of Frozen Souls!
Rolled 39 + 5 (1d100 + 5)
We like these things, with their smallnes
And their mischief-making.
And the wings, so colorful and insect-like.
We should give them a thing!
Oh, yes, let us give them that thing!
>Rolling to grant the fae the ability to go unseen, Hiding +5
Rolled 38 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
Well, not totally unseen, but close!
Yes, and more fun for being incomplete!
And, oh, more fun, we make secret the methods of seeing through their trickyness.
Yes, some will know, but many will forget.
>Fae can now use Glamour to become unnoticable.
>Rolling to make Glamour's major weaknesses secret (secrets+2)
Time draws on, and night fast approaches.
The god drifts accross in space,
and drifts into a fast sleep,
being lullabied by his eternal troupe,
his musicians playing eternal music.
The actions of the unjust shall not go unpunished.
But they will be dealt with. Tomorrow.
[spoilers] europe so im out for the night! [/spoilers]
The time comes for my child to be born. While in my Throne room with my wife, she cries out in pain, and we know that it is time.
After bringing Corona to our room, I gather some Radiant servants to tend to my wife while I seek the help of Grandmother Domina.
>>Grandmother, Corona is ready to give birth. Will you please help with the birth?
Young Heroicus? You clearly know not of who you address, the champion of the 3rd age, one of the foe of Golgadath, one of the jailors of DARK, first father to demigods and predecessor to Voluris, who is even your elder.
You claim that you give mortals a choice, and yet the ones not driven mad get the power to control other mortals. Your lies have gotten worse than your claims against Gæwër, as any half-witted mortal could see the fault in your words.
Unlike you I have not poured out my power into this, I merely presented a prize and informed the mortals of the conditions. I have done this before and the victor was Voluris. Unlike your "offer" the mortals have a choice in whether to undertake the purge or not.
You address the Lord of Destruction in a snidely manner to act like yourself? You should know, like anyone else, that if I had then there would be no issue as there would be no mortal city to raze.
Morroth's orks still live, and even thrive on the two planets they exist on, so in the future, speak of the fates of Golgadath or DARK, and know that I played a key role in assigning their fates to them.
Lastly, I must question your choice of words.
A civilized deity?
Become one yourself before you preach to me about ethics.
I care not of what displeases you, Manoloth, as your music may spread throughout the worlds, but in the end your domain, as you yourself, is finite.
No one ever helped me with those, I had to manage on my own, so my experience is having children not delivering them. Best I can do is give her a pep talk about giving birth maybe, but actually getting involved? I'd probably do more harm than good with my divinity.
You at least have a natural disposition towards this that Corona and I lack, and much more experience. This will be her first child, while you've born 10 or more.
Corona's divinity is born of Regolith, so she is of your lineage. If anything, your radiant glory should help her just by being there.
Thank you Grandmother!
With Domina returning to the Palace with Regolith, and the Radiant servants having gathered warm water and cloth, it was time for the baby to be born.
After several exhausting hours, a baby boy, radiant like those before him, was born. The exhausted Corona held him for a while, then I take him so she can sleep.
>>His name shall be Egido, and he will be a shield for the weak and a bastion of Justice in the future.
Rolled 11 (1d100)
Quite alright friend, instead I shall make a land set aside for the child to play and grow on my most perfect of worlds. My gift to you and the child.
Rolling, +10 nature
Well, not every roll has to be perfect.
The area chosen grew slowly to fit the specifications Zerji had in mind. Flowers bloomed and animals came to live there for the child to grow and become friends with.
Does the baby come out like a full ready to go god? Like the greek gods?
Can't imagine the state of this game, a baby god having to grow up would be good. Probably won't make it past childhood.
The vacuum of space in the immediate vicinity of Daemonia glowed for but a moment before solidifying into great rings of fire and blade, constantly moving, vigilant for any being looking for its destruction.
Regolith, lend me your power in keeping our home safe.
Rolled 40 (1d100)
Yet again, Gol Durak awoke from a very long period of rest. Last age's events drained plenty of Gol Durak, but the swamp recovers. But what's this? A scent of war wafted in the swamps. The Manoloth's city on the swamp is under the Heroicus' warpath. Not on Gol Durak's domain shall the forces of the Heroicus feel free to raze and pillage! Come, sow the seeds of fear, Cabalites!
Rolling for the surviving Cabalites from the previous purge to do terror missions on Heroicus' armies and agents.
Rolled 32 (1d100)
The army is determined, and the officers in charge were veterans of the Cabalite purges. Yet some sliver of fear slipped in through their ranks, as the Cabalites took down commanders using their own weapons - at the cost of some Cabalites themselves. But, the army's determination is still showing. Assassinated officers gets replaced. Ranks are strengthened. No more cracks for the Cabalites to slip through.
So it might be time for Gol Durak's creation to sow fear among this army.
Rolling for Swamp Dragons wreaking havoc.
Rolled 7 (1d100)
No! It seems that the Domina's agents were amongst the ranks of this army, wielding the things the Swamp Dragon fear, and of the bloodline of the one who defeated the Swamp Dragon. The stories of their ancestor defeating Swamp Dragons have given them unprecedented morale, driving off several Swamp Dragons and even killing one.
This is bad. The Manoloth's city is a safe haven for Cabalites, and such brazen intrusion of my domain - with the intent of harming my guest - will not go unpunished.
Rolling to create a disease to thwart the impending army. Probably something that induces unnatural fear!
Gol Durak thanks the Zerji. Yes, Gol Durak was thinking of using them as a last resort... but it seems that even in small quantities, the Zerji's disease is very effective. What does it do?
See, that's how you create a disease. I shall call you Black Fever.
The disease begins as a simple fever before the veins in their throats begin to darken and harden, making blood unable to pass through the veins. Life expectancy: 1 week to 3 weeks after contraction.
No no, Gol Durak. This disease is mine and won't be used in your war.
Rolled 14 (1d100)
Very well, this creature will be named the Bog-Wurm. A massive creature that stays out of sight underground, with no eyes but a keen sense of smell. It shall emit noxious fumes from underground, then till the soil just so that it turns into sucking mud. Its skin is tough and leathery, flexible enough to deflect blows, as it devours the disabled armies from under the ground.
Gol Durak shall unleash these in the swamps, rolling to see how effective the Bog-Wurm are (+15 from Swamps domain, for Gol Durak shapes the swamp to help)
Thank you, the Zerji. Gol Durak assumes that the Zerji brought disease for the Bog-Wurm to spread among the ranks? For this, Gol Durak thanks the Zerji.
This one speaks a good idea. A day to remember the deities who have died, or have not awoken from the sleep between ages. Hopefully the faith generated by this holy day could bring them back from the brink, if only a shadow of their former self.
Rolled 3 (1d100)
Well if half get it then that's pretty convenient for half of the original amount left.
So about 5 individuals of Hallia's kin remain, assisting the war effort. Might as well roll to see if they're any better with their form of magic considering it's been put to the test.
Pffft, nope. Whether because they are fiercely secretive of it, or it simply cannot be done by individuals who do not have the genes for it, Hallia's magic skill remains firmly within her lineage.
Thanks for the advice, Mr. friendly neighbor god. I'll try to collect the cloud of burning dust that was suppoused to be a star and consider your warning later.
I assume I can roll again to create something, right?
"Every god must list their primary domains(max 3) and gets to assign 30 points between them to be used as a bonus for rolls related to these domains. They additionally get 5 points per subdomain of these primaries to assign to their subdomains as they see fit. Any divine actions made (creation, destruction, frost-shaping, etc.) that's entirely unrelated to the gods' chosen domains receive a penalty of 20 to all rolls."
Rolled 47 (1d100)
Ah whoops, who is this to assume the mantle of Gol Durak? (forgot to switch names)
Anyways, it seems Gol Durak has done enough to help the Manoloth. The weakness of Gol Durak has been seen - which means it's time to inspire more faith in the populace.
Rolling to strike fear, hopefully creating another cult like the Cabalites.
Is good, but doesn't really tell us what sort of god Yot is. With those domains you could easily be the King Under the Mountains, Lord of Volcanos and Salamanders, or Yot Sparklefizz, House-God of fireworks and flowers.
Also, a creation myth is a fun way to start yourself off. Most of the gods don't mind if you claim a relation to them, though ask if you want to be a direct descendant (or ancestor, but that'd be wierd for anyone with a time domain, as you would have to alter the time line.). Or, being spawned from nothing/elemental forces is also fine, and useful for avoiding gods trying to claim superiority over you via family ties. They'll still call you young, and demand respect for being older, though.
Maybe it was a bad idea for me to try to post here at 4am.
Eh, I'm pretty sure this thread will stay alive tomorrow, and otherwise I'll try to join up in the 12th era when I'm more awaken.
Thanks for the tip, anon, and good night.
Eh, fuck it. I'll do it now.
Then, suddenly, light.
He existed. Somehow, he existed. Appeared from nothing, Yot stood there, confused for a long time.
When he finally was able to grasp the concept of existance, he noticed... Something. A castle? He didn't know why he knew what a castle was in the first place, but he headed there.
That word came into his mind, for some reason, as he approached the halls. He entered. Not having a body made it easier. Why did not having a body felt so weird to him, who never had a body to begin with? He felt the urge to be tangible, and soon enough, he could feel things. It felt strange. He was familiar with being corporeal, even though he never touched anything until he thought of having a body.
What was his body made of, anyway?
A grey, hard material, not unlike the one that conformed the exterior of the Godhall, at least in appearence.
Words kept coming into his head, like if he had heard them before.
He felt heat inside of him. Liquid fire, whatever "fire" was, flowing within his body, giving him strenght.
He then felt... Something else. An urge to create, the same way he created himself. He left the Godhall to create something else, something grand.
Then he noticed.
He was a god. He had to create life, have worshippers, be loved and feared.
Then another thing went throught his head.
A plain grey... Thing was not godlike enough! He needed something more... Colorful! Shiny! Fabulous!
Gems of all colors sprung out of Yot's body, covering him.
He felt an inmense amount of joy at seeing his new, fabulous body come to shape. He felt the urge to say it, and in his still shapeless body, a mouth of sorts formed, wich exclaimed:
"Oh boy! Existing is FABULOUS!"
>Frakt never picked sub-domains.
>Frakt always saw sub-domains as cheap ways to just rack up more points, especially taking 'Creation' as a sub-domain, because EVERYTHING to do with the Word is technically Creation.
>Frakt just took Frost as his Main-Domain, but realizes he should have taken Winter and Crystal as his sub-domains.
>A father must provide for his child.
>Frakt wonders if the Choir would object to him retconning these two sub-domains in.
Wha-what? Sorry, I was asleep in my armchair... You want an army? I gave you a bloody army like, 8 thousand years ago. Use the Caliborn.
Hey, I took Creation as my ONLY domain. So fuck you.
You have 30 points to allocate between each Domain by the way.
Perfectly panicked, ready for my son or daughter, and still not on good terms with you, seasonal whelp. I saw you getting your hands dirty with some war down on who-ever-knows where, and I recognize a ploy to rack up a Death Toll when I see one, you depraved whelp. Honestly though, I would love too get involved, but I have more important things to do than to drown both armies in an uncaring blizzard.
Danke-shun, Swamp-Man. Maybe some day we can work together to make you a PROPER Common Cold. Truly, the greatest disease.
So it's settled!
= Frost = ~ 30 points
-- Winter ~ 5 points
-- Crystal ~ 5 points
-- FrostFire ~ 5 points
Well, you use it sensibly. Other, nameless Gods use Creation as a catch-all term for Everything they do.
Greetings to all.
I found the perfect Avatar for Barastran. That's not a mask, that's his face.
Near the equator, where the world is warmest. There, it's basically what would happen if you suddenly dropped a bunch of snow on Florida. It's still well below freezing, but the air is bright and clear, at least near the beaches of the two sea's that are there. Inland, the snow piles up against rotting mushrooms, dead from too much heat. "Winter" on my world sees them freeze properly, and new life can grow once again, but "Summer" brings Temperatures that almost approach -10C, far too warm for the Mushrooms to live in, so the vast majority die. These creates swathes of peats and bogs, gasses trapped underground exploding outwards every now and then in a shower of snow and shroom-bits.
Oh hey, it's Mettaton.
Heroicus you speak of justice and
Yet you yourself are the god of
Destruction and War.
So go play with Morroth,
and stay away from my creations.
Manoloth is always open for a civilised
discussion in the hall of the gods.
If that is too civilised for you,
then you perhaps don't belong in this new age,
of peace, prosperity, and music.
>I roll to beat the drums of war,
>And inspire Gol Duraks army.
>Roll music +20
> raise morale and effectiveness
In regards to your swamp gas, do you have a bacteria that can survive those temperatures long enough to cause the build up of gas from decomposition, going by Kelvin, those dead things shouldn't be decomposing.
Gol Duraks army is quite unstopable.
You may do with it as you please.
A gift to you, my friend,
against the opposing terrorist.
murderer of our people.
Destroyer of our city.
I'm going by Celsius. Normally, there aren't any bacteria that can cause sizable decompisition below 0C, so I guess I'll have to have Gol-Durak come make something for me that CAN survive the cold. For now, seems like nothing rots on my world! There are still a bunch of dead shrooms though, as they naturally live around -30-40C, and -10C is still too warm.
Rolled 15 + 30 (1d100 + 30)
ONE. EVERY. AGE.
The Saecora muster their Legions against the Cabalite threat. With the use of superior tactics, weaponry and magic, they will crush the Fear Cult!
Undying beings made of Death Energy that can only be killed by Fire, with no need to eat or perform most other mortal functions. They're like Vampires, without all the weaknesses.
I want to destroy them, but they're immune to Frost Magic, for some reason...
thank you, my sweet. I shall name it wodeus
these races you have made are quite lovely.
I think I shall move my perfumed palace into orbit around this new planet wodeus. +0 because it is a place where I hold sway, and I think that makes sense
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Demigods can be neat, but they can also backfire. This lot are all Hallia's kin, if one of them somehow attained divinity, they'd potentially pose a very real threat to me. Fortunately no one has taken to actually playing one of them.
It's all relative. Unless the god specifically and intentionally cannot do so, they could just make an avatar or have another god make an avatar for them and do it that way, as just one example of a means to creating demigods. Not all of them have been made by typical reproduction, or even with mortals for that matter.
You're quite right, forgive my format break took a second to think after so long again.
It's been so long.
Why are you attacking us?
We harmed no one.
Heraclius was the aggressor.
He came and destroyed my city,
and murdered all my people.
We are merely defending our right to godhood.
For it should not be allowed
for a god to go to anothers domain,
and destroy it without a second thought.
We are not asking to fight.
We are asking for justice.
What say you?
I've never been here before, I just eat dead creations really but it's been a while since I've found a living one.
If you would allow me to remain here, can I siphon off a bit of that wheel to restore myself? How does it even work?
Rolled 63, 63 = 126 (2d100)
The twin gods blessed the fae with the ability to hide themselfs from other mortals sight.
Amused by the twins gift, she adorned on then the skill to manipulate the colours around then supporting the twins blessing upon her creations.
Arethe smiled wide as her god and lover aproved of her creation. She was truly happy and as Trasa moved his palace close to Wodeus.
Wodeus, this was her's and her god place. And so among her three races Arethe send her emotions toward the Satyr gifting then the skill to charm others with their music and charm.
rolling first roll is colour (15) second roll is emotions (10)
your strange spacing makes me think you speak in verse. I've decided to actually side with you, however. madness and inspiration are fundamentally intertwined. I'll help you, though I can't do much in the way of physical things
what kind of magic am i even doing!!
this is a manifestation of the fact I rolled like a 90+10 to deify you
With a smile Arethe aprovex her lovers decision and so since her beloved would assist Manoloth so would the kind godness.
Although she wasn't a war deity. Her support would come to help her musician friend and her god and lover Trasa.
"Love you are the best thank you for assisting Manoloth."
>If you would allow me to remain here, can I siphon off a bit of that wheel to restore myself? How does it even work?
You just latch on and start draining! That's what the cool kids do at least.
Manoloth sings his will,
and thank you for your support.
Manoloth can sing for your children,
Inspire them to create,
and make beautiful things.
I didnt do no harm
I was the one attacked by Heraclius
for absolutely no reason.
He murdered my people,
He destroyed my cities.
I am asking for justice,
not for war.
I would happily sing,
and play music to accompany your creation.
Rolled 95 + 5 (1d100 + 5)
>"my muse, your acceptance has assured me that this decision is right
I will begin to inspire an artistic madness amongst the populous. +5 for inspiration subdomain
If I'm not mistaken, Heroicus for the most part just rolled to "cause huge war" and then directed at you. Not like he has some vendetta and he's personally fucking you over, more like he's fighting a proxy war by throwing shit and blaming you for it.
Rolled 38 (1d100)
Thank you kind dweller, it will take some time to regain what I once was and I wont take too much to do so. I will need to slumber however.
Forgot to roll.
People in pairs,
lovers, friends or family
move around the dance areas.
In a motion of three fourths of a rythm.
First the man leads,
then the woman.
What a beautiful sight to behold.
>Plays Ballet for Arethe.
>Roll Music +20
This is going to take me a while...
Well this kind of actions are horrid
and must be stopped.
>forgot to roll again
>1st roll +20 music for ballet
Manoloths silent music,
resonates within the minds of mortals,
and many lose their very essence,
in an attempt to recreate the sounds of the divine
>2nd roll +5 madness to assist Trasa
Heehee, he forgot S Words!
Cold god is old god, cold god is old god!
Senile and forgetish and
Oh, now he's looking and frowning, run and hide!
Beware Anaan, he's got a heavy bite!
And Growth, who doesn't like non-bigness, or things making un-growing of its growings.
And it knows scary Words.
Oh, lookit, she likes the gift.
Of course she does, stupid, it's a fun gift for her fun little-people.
YOU forget that only the plants and animals of my world need to start with the letter S.
As for the disease that I may create with Gol-Durak, it will obviously be called the Sniffles.
Rolled 10 (1d100)
My Cabalites were only doing what they think is right: protecting the sanctity of the swamp. The Heroicus had attracted my wrath because he wished harm upon the creations of my guest; which is also located within Gol Durak's domain, the swamps. Thus it is that Gol Durak presents his case, for all the deities to know the fearful truth!
The new cult is less extreme than the Cabalites. These Conspiratori might be bad at actual combat, but they are good at concealing things. So let's see how good they will support the Manoloth's city; as in, hiding the populace of the Manoloth in shelters, etc.
Manoloth feeds through the madness
Manoloth grows through the madness.
Also Manoloth creates a sound barrier to
protect the planet from disease and other attacks.
>1st Growth +10
>2nd Music +20
Rolled 55, 52 = 107 (2d100)
I shall call it Rage Pox, causes anger and abundance of adrenaline. Cause of death, adrenaline overdose. Onset to death, 5 to 7 days. I shall release both diseases on the planet.
Rolling for spread, first pox, second fever.
Rolled 11 (1d100)
In the countless ages Gol Durak have, has and will exist, fear is the only emotion felt, and thus Gol Durak's domain has come to be. But now, a new, unknown feeling crept through the shadowy swamp that is Gol Durak.
Bliss had sent its tendrils within Gol Durak's heart.
Such beauty this is, the dance of two deities.
That the swamps everywhere tremble and move along with them. And they stretch and grow and groove, to reach the skies, chasing Bliss...
Rolling to cause the swamps to grow, hopefully shielding/sacrificing them to protect the world(s) being under threat of exterminatus.
Anyways guys I have to go to work so
i see ya later.
I dont grow a lot.
Manoloth is still about the size of a small planet.
Something akin to our Mars.
Music barrier is up (69 pts)
you have my mad blessings for doing that
I drift to another short sleep.
So, 80 vs. 82.
The strange and varied barriers that protect the world deflect the majority of the rays, but some slip through, annihilating massive swathes of the insane.
>the repeating numbers
Madness drove the swamps to rise on high, intercepting divine wrath of the Barastran that manage to pass through the Manoloth's sonic barrier. Many were burnt to bits, never to soak the waters of life for a long time.
But for the moment, Gol Durak does not care.
For now Gol Durak is humming along with the tune of madness of Gol Durak's guest and friend.
For now Gol Durak sees, through the shadows.
That this dance of deities, of art and war, is meant to be.
Rolled 22 + 20 (1d100 + 20)
>That this dance of deities, of art and war, is meant to be.
I would have to say we should be dressed to dance, no? the gods shall be dressed in elegant and frenzied fineries!
There's an important difference, yours was your planet. The "earth" planet is in the interest of many gods, and many more gods' creations and descendants inhabit it.
Incidentally, it looks like Hallia's at least may come through it. I dread the thought of them being the only humans that survive, and come to inherit what's left of the planet though.
Wow. So, through their strength, skill and luck, my demigods all will survive. It seems that perhaps the Order of Righteousness helped shield the others of my Lineage from harm during this catastrophic turn of events.
Rolled 60 (1d100)
Not while this Universe holds my loved one in it, you won't. Embrace the chill of sleep, of death, and return to the Void!
Rolled 44 + 10 (1d100 + 10)
Where do you get a +30 for fighting? What domains do you hold, Barastran?
Destruction is headed towards the planet of the people who harbored the weakened Heroicus once, to those I once empowered. That cannot be allowed.
>Rolling to reduce the destructive power of whatever Barastran sent at them
Speak my name right for once, Idiot god.
I did nothing to "your" people
You took the creations of Illarion and subverted what Sleazus, Zatheens and I did for them
You took their free will from them
You took their rationality and emotions from them.
I presented mortals with a decision and LET THEM TAKE IT.
YOU cry out for justice?
No, I call out to the gods, gather in the Godhall, go over this matter.
Those who care for the mortals, such as I, listen to Manoloth's lies and see the truth hidden.
Those who care not for the mortals, listen as a "god" tries to deceive us and acts as if we're mere babes.
Gather, and pass your judgement on the idiot who thinks of us as idiots.
Barastran's sunbolts meet the defences of the gods who wish to protect the Earth, and most as dispelled.
Only a scant few reach it past the defending gods and reach the planets surface, where instead of cracking the ground and burning the sky, they merely form small burnt craters, their power diminished into mere shafts of fire that burn themselves out, rather than divine missiles of immense destructive power.
And also of note is Barastran's usage of a +30 for each one of his rolls even though he's a god with multiple domains and therefore none of them would even be a +30....
I was under the Impression you could combine relevant Domains for certain actions. War and Light, because I'm attacking with Light.
Also, I'm really tired and Ill so you should probably retcon whatever I did this thread on the Account of extremely questionable decision making.
I made it very clear that you couldn't combine domains. I even used the wording "You see what domain would make the most sense for the action. If multiple ones apply, use the one with the highest bonus."
No need to retcon it now, as it didn't really do anything in the end.
Rolled 79 + 10 (1d100 + 10)
The godness danced being guided by her god. While she listened to Manoloth sweet melody the song of madness awoke her deepest and darkest emotions.
While the mad dance followed Arethe in her purity shut herself however as her emotions flowed, the mad dance each mortal would be consumed by the flow of emotions
Some would cry, for the gods dance was so beautifull that it brought then to tears. Some would became angry, and not being able to reach the gods they would attack their equals.
Some would be joyuos, and laugh and laugh without being able to stop.
Some would fall all four fleeing from the mad dance.
Rolling with emotion (10)
>The twins sprawl across their couch, one along the back, the other draped over the arm, picking at Trasa's gifted finery (>>45374556) distractedly.
Listen, he's angry and loud and talking big mean words.
No, no, brother To, he's just upset that his hammer-hunters can't conquer a swamp.
Oh, we like the swamp, full of tiny bugs and tinier sniffle-sneeze makers, and sucking pits that steal socks.
Yes, but he doesn't, so he got mad at the B I G, and the Scary Gol Durak, and now he's telling us lies about them.
But, but that's just silly. Did he think we would forget the true things?
Well, maybe the Heroicus just doesn't like it when mortals decide to lose their minds? It's fun, and the memories make fine additions to our collection, but some gods don't like fun.
Not liking fun?! No, how?
Dunno, but look, they get so mad they try to burn it all down, and that's no fun at all.
Can I make a suggestion?
Each God has a Title that reflects their abilities and Represents a single thing that they, AND ONLY THEY, can do.
Domina is the best example of this. The Star Mother. She is the only God who can create stars.
Frakt, as the Whole Frost God is the ONLY Frost God. No other can claim that Domain.
Caliban is the Artisan. Back in the first Age his whole thing was he didn't destroy, which allowed him to create more than other Gods. He'll probably need something new now.
I'm suggesting this because there's a lot of overlap with some gods and everyone should have a thing that's theirs.
Lies of Gol Durak?
What are the two of you even talking about?
Manoloth, the blind idiot god, has started spreading insanity amongst the creations of Illarion, robbing them of free will, and he claims that I am overstepping my domain when I present the very same beings a choice and a reward if they choose to act on it.
Now that I think about it, how can two gods be one, or one god be two? What are you two?
Caliban was The Sculptor, actually, so he can keep that for a while now.
But yeah, I get what you're suggesting.
It would be preferable to have a dozen gods of different unique things than to have five gods of light, six gods of life, ten gods of war, etc,
there should be limits on the extent of the titles though.
A "lord of battle" should not be the only god allowed to take on the fighting domain, and even Frakt, as the only FROST god, should not be allowed to be the only winter god, etc.
I, for one, am undecided on the matter. I don't meddle with mortals, so if Manoloth wants to drag some into madness, so be it. By his words, and by our sight, we see that he does not force them into madness, but presents them with his "gift" and reaps those who fail to use it. It is harsh, true, and the I do not think the mortals know the risks they take, but neither do the mortals who wander my frozen steppes, sculpted by my own hands to snare those unlucky or unskilled enough to traverse them. The mortals who do survive Manoloths attentions come out the better for it, with greater skill and talent, not to mention depriving the strange God of a meal.
On the other hand, he does prey entirely on people, especially humans, who are not his to prey on. I fear he cannot create new races, as some of us can, and so there must be a... volunteer... who will choose, or make, a race that we should allow Manoloth, and by extension Gol-Durak, to host and play with in their swamp.
I'm pretty much Winter God in all but name, seeing as, let's face it, I am the coolest guy here. Whenever the subject of Ice and Snow come up, I am the one who comes to mind. Are you saying that Zerji, as the god of "Seasons" (and death and creation and who knows what else) outranks me on the subject of chilly breezes, frozen sidewalks and snow-days off from school?
I think we should take some Daemons and drop them off in the swamp. See how the Mary Sues like dealing with Manoloth and Gol-Durak for a while.
>The sudden realization that this Age is the first time a God has been born via "Normal" means
Hell, the closest thing that we had before this was Caliban making Barastran. And he literally MADE Barastran out of bits of other stuff.
well, Frakt, I said you shouldn't be the ONLY god of the season winter, but you are, so far, the only god of Frost.
it's a weird realization, yes.
And Barry is literally a godly Frankenstein's monster, so what the hell is normal to these gods?
Honestly, I'm not a fan of the Daemons either.
Although, maybe... What if the Daemons with changed to some variant of Fae, Zerji keeps the Nature domain but becomes the Lord of the Sidhe or something?
That way, they're not as stupid but we don't need to wipe them from the setting.
But as you have seen, Manoloth infested the minds of some mortals with insanity and made them spread it. It was never their choice to begin with.
But you know, Frakt, you have a splendid idea there.
Zerji's daemons are specifically made to be undying, and they are unlike the other mortals and therefore shouldn't be able to spread the madness to them, as Manoloth's madness has been spread from the madmen to their "kin", therefore they would be an excellent option.
Let us see what Zerji, and additoinally what Regolith, the only god of justice, think of this idea.
I never really thought about my origins...
What if I'm some horrific being from Before, like Domina or something!?! I don't wanna turn into a praying mantis and get my head chewed off!
Alternativly, maybe I was SUPPOSED to be the Prime God, like, leader of everything, but Domina scuttled into the Universe first and messed everything up.
I can just imagine my Holy Book. ~In the beginning, there was nothing. Then Frakt said "Everybody just Chill out, ok?" And lo, there was snow.~
My 'brother' Urgos is dead, slain by his own foolishness and pride. That is why I am Whole now.
DARK was cast out of the universe once, then imprisoned within Earth's volcanic moon.
Lurker died(?) due to reasons?
Urgös tried to solo like 8 different gods and just died.
Lorshan, Udros, Amrien, Molinoth and many more just stopped popping up.
You ask as if you haven't read the archives, choir.
that is a good suggestion choir. This is why we keep you around.
Mantles of power resting on the gods' thrones in the godhall (or wherever they want to call their "home" in the cosmos(Yes Domina, I know you'll just say "besides my children")) should be encouraged now.
Oh, lookit, he's hearing us, and seeing us, and everything!
And he's still trying to get us to believe fake things!
Oh, but oldycoldy sees it too. The blind music thing isn't stealing the will, he's asking the mortals to trade, mind for power.
And you Heroicus, you make the same offer with your big hammer, don't you?
Yes, yes he does, 'Go go make war, win to get the the god power!'
Yep, see, trade life for power, trade mind for power, same deal.
Only, not the same. B I G only works in the swampy city, angry H works over the whole planet, doesn't he?
Well, no, Monoloth does sing to all the stars.
Yes, yes, but he doesn't make the mortals listen, does he?
Time zones are a bitch.
Between alien branches, eyes open. After almost an age, the incomplete and malformed one is aware again, although changed.
The slumber was long, but it was fruitful. Where previously it was a formless and pointless existence, protection of The Growing One allowed the being to develop into a full deity, with a form, gender and the ability to communicate normally.
Now, with the newfound ability to actually use The Word, a question still remains: what now?
Based on past threads, it's more like Domina stumbled into this iteration of the universe having survived the destruction of a previous one (and some before it), and finding it empty started to create and do things. Her actions though awakened/attracted/summoned the gods of this iteration of the universe, and things progressed from there.
Based on how a Witness in a past thread described it, I imagined the universe to be like a sandbox. Domina withstood the destruction of the previous sandbox, and then wandered around till she found another, brand new sandbox. She then plonked down and started to play in the sand, and this caused the nascent gods of this universe to emerge from the sand and see what she was doing, and start to play as well.
Probably the question would be if gods emerging in this universe were a result of her presence and actions, or it would have just happened eventually anyway even without her. Like she just kickstarted the process by stepping into the sandbox fully formed and slinging Words.
Rolled 24 (1d100)
Those are some wonderful clothes, even I can see that, Thank you!
As a token of gratitude, please accept this creature. It It is not even nearly as beautiful as your gift, but it is as much as I can do as of now.
Rolling to spawn an indian peafowl, roll indicates accuracy. +10 from creation.
Check the last thread. It begun as a fetus and changed into something more cat-like not to scare catgirls, then after fucking up fucked off to space and befriended the whatshisname plant that was eating the divinity engine.