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Scrapeknee wrote:


"Well, it was messy, but I think both sides can hold their heads high in that one," Masks interests Scrapeknee but for another reason, many rogues venerate Scrapeknee as a god of luck, and while Mask may have more thieves, Scrapeknee likes to tell himself he has more fun loving rogues. Their battles on roof tops and attempts to steal more than each other can be interesting to say the least, "On the other hand, I hear a certain two handed sword was stolen from the royal vault of Karemeikos. Was that one of yours? Because it sure wasn't one of mine, much as I wish it was. " And what would you and yours be doing with a sword meant to slay dragons, I wonder?

"A good thief would never tell." Says Mask. "But as you are a God and I can hide nothing from you if you wish to look, yes it was one of mine."


God of the Depraved
Zodaxus wrote:
Cil'dr wrote:
after teleporting away for a bit... "he apparently wanted it so he could fill a tub full of honey... I think I brought a weird one." A sudden realization seems to overtake me "wait... these can make liquid nitrogen?". you can see I'm thinking about something.
"If I give you one..." I say. "They can make any liquid one desires. However, it sounds like it might be better for me to simply give your friend a tub of honey."

Cil'dr is kinda famous as a god who doesn't really ever make or create things with his divinity, corn and what not being made when he was very young

"perhaps..." I teleport away again.

Later on in the party you might find Cil'dr has acquired 4 bottomless cups. He apparently is up to something as he also makes an orb of pure darkness form and then starts plugging the bottomless cups into the orbs one at a time after carefully considering their contents.

A mortal at the party meekly approaches me looking concerned "what... exactly, are you doing?"

to which I reply with "you know, I really don't know. I left most of my power at home."


God of Wrath, Madness, and Fear

Babaki enters the palace confidently, followed closely by his hideous herald Verruckt. "M͞a͡s̶t̷e̸r," the beast whispers to Babaki in a disgusting gurgle. "I̢'m̧ a͘f̷r͟a̧i͞d ̸I ̷d͢o͘n'͘t ͘ùn̸derstan͞d ̕ẁh̷y̢ wè h͠a҉v͡e͢ ̡t҉o ̵bę he͡re. Do͏n͞'t͟ y͡o͝u͢ ̴h̡àte Z̷o͡daxús͟?̵" The god grins down at his herald, a strange light in his eyes. "Oh, but of course I do!" he loudly whispers back. "If I had my way, we'd already be feasting on his entrails. But he did go out of his way to invite me, so there was really nothing I could do!"

The monster looks at his master incredulously. "Şíre, ̀please̕ ̛forg͘iv҉e m͝é ̛f͡o͟r spe͜a̕k̢i̛ng҉ ou̷t͡ ̕o̷f ̛l͏in̡e,̡ ̵but t͝ha͞t i̴s͠..͘.r͠a̡t̕her ştu͠p̀i̷d.̛" The monster flinches back, as if expecting to be hit, but Babaki makes no move to strike him. "Now, now, Verruckt! You of all people should know the value of good manners. You see..." Babaki leans in close to his herald, and hoarsely whispers into his ear. "I'm not exactly the most popular god." The Lord of Teeth makes an exaggerated expression of shock, while Verruckt just silently stares at him. "Can you believe it?! It seems the others don't much care for my brand of fun. But, if I'm seen socializing like a 'normal' being, they may change their tune yet!"

Verruckt simply stares at his master for several seconds, before turning away. "̕If ͜yǫu͠ s͞ay̡ so͝, ̧M͢a-" The monster is cut off by Babaki rushing to the snack bar, leaving Verruckt in the dust. Babaki snatches one of the cups from the hands of the bartender, and it immediately fills with rich, dark alcohol. The Smiling Man grins up at the shocked bartender, before speaking. "Hello there, my good man! You wouldn't happen to have any gnome meat here, would you? The rarer the better!"


Male (Usually) Deity of Change and Chance, Transformation and Chaos
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"A good thief would never tell." Says Mask. "But as you are a God and I can hide nothing from you if you wish to look, yes it was one of mine."

"Not without the right patron, you couldn't," He glances to Shar, then back to Mask with a smile, "Still, it was a nice caper and hats off to 'whoever' did it."

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"Yes, the entertainment is beyond that any mortal could procure," Atheos replies to Scrapeknee, his voice coming from a point halfway between them. "And surely, nothing is more important to a 'God' than spending large amounts of time engaging in any sort of human activities that our lack of bodies, nervous systems, or biologically-grounded emotional centers have no way of actually benefitting from."

Scrapeknee shakes his head, "It's almost as if you think our being miserable will help better things for us, the mortals, anyone. And I'm doing a lot of things elsewhere while I'm 'here' so I'm hardly missing out."

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And then, as an afterthought, he adds, "...but really, even you, of all people, haven't asked me about my guest?" And his eyes move away, to briefly glance at the Sphere.

Before he can point out that Aethos didn't ask him about his either, Vortae plays the game. Leading to a long speech Scrapeknee can only assume is meant as a lecture.

When Vortae transforms the sphere of nothing, he does indeed join in on the applause

"Nicely done, Vortae. Of course, you may now be trapped in an hours long debate with Atheos, but still. I like it. Though I do find it kind of amusing that when folks ask me how the party went and the other guests, I can not honestly say Atheos had Nothing to contribute." He chuckles, "But I suspect you mean well, Atheos. I may find your tenants humorous, but the strength of your faith is inspiring."

Ishalla comes in, and he admits, "Now that's a grand entrance."

Then comes in Babaki, who heads straight to the bar, "This evening is not going to be dull."


Lathander the Morninglord arrives though his gate upon a fiery chariot that glows like the sun pulled by a pair of angelic horses with flames for manes.

He hops off and examines his reflection in a pool of crystal clear water which sits beneath a lewdly formed fountain. His hair is of spun gold as are his eyes and his skin is like white marble. He wears a breastplate of gold that shines with inner radiance and a Holy Avenger sword is worn at his hip.

Seeing that his hair is in place and his face free of smudges he enters the party calling out his affections for the Gods he sees.

He happily puts the closest God to him, which happens to be Babaki, in an affectionate bear hug, lifting him off the ground and squeezing him tight as he laughs happily.

"Another fresh, new, great day to be a God! And here I get to party with all my fellow Gods! I love you guys!"


God of Wrath, Madness, and Fear

For just a moment, Babaki's face contorts to a hideous mask of deep, seething rage. Remembering where he is, he quickly returns to his usual grinning face, albeit noticeably forced. "Uh, yes! G-good to see you too, Lathander." Babaki shape-shifts into a significantly smaller version of his shoggoth form, and oozes his way from the overenthusiastic god's grasp. "It is good to see you in your usual good spirits, I suppose."

Meanwhile, Verruckt stands in the corner, watching the display with a neutral expression and poking his tongue into a cup of red wine. "̧I̶ ho͝pę t̷hi͜s i̶s̨ ̡w̶ha̢t͝ ýou ̴w͏ańted̡,̷ M҉as̸ter̵," he calls across the rooms.


God of the Depraved
Scrapeknee wrote:


Then comes in Babaki, who heads straight to the bar, "This evening is not going to be dull."

Teleporting near by, holding one of the infinite plastic cups and a dark orb about the size of a small cauldron, with 3 infinite plastic cups attached. noticing the hug between Babaki and Lathander. "I do believe you are correct".


Michazra's mortal escort asks his goddess: "What do I do now?"

"Like we agreed. Now you spy on the other gods and report back to me," Michazra says. "Keep watch on Ishalla, and how she acts around the other Gods. I want to hear every detail."

Ginwerth gulps and nods. "Y-yes, my goddess."

"And if you are unable to do that, see if any of Cil'dr, Mystra, Lolth or Loviatar are alone. I may want to speak with them alone."

"Yes, my goddess."

"This is Zodaxus's domain, and we can't hide from him, but I should be able to lie my presence here as undetectable. If anyone asks, you're a freed slave."

"Yes, my goddess."

"Ishalla... I will find your weakness, and destroy you..." The goddess of undeath dives into the shadows, becoming completely immersed in lies.


Male (Usually) Deity of Change and Chance, Transformation and Chaos
Cil'dr wrote:
Scrapeknee wrote:


Then comes in Babaki, who heads straight to the bar, "This evening is not going to be dull."
Teleporting near by, holding one of the infinite plastic cups and a dark orb about the size of a small cauldron, with 3 infinite plastic cups attached. noticing the hug between Babaki and Lathander. "I do believe you are correct".

"Yes. Lathander doesn't need drinks, he's high on life," Scrapeknee admits, "Oh, and how are you doing, Cil'dr? Your people thriving etc etc?"


God of the Depraved

"unfortunately no, when I left the people on one of my major planets were suffering from a low solar period, plants aren't growing as quickly, or as well, and there is famine... but this portion of me is here to get away from all that. I'm not even in direct communication with the rest of me right now." I pause looking back at the remaining infinite plastic cup. "pick a color, and please make it one most of the mortals can actually perceive."


Male (Usually) Deity of Change and Chance, Transformation and Chaos

"Well, I'd offer to help them but I know you tend to disdain that..." He considers, since ultraviolet has been ruled out, "orange. Very little rhymes with orange."

Liberty's Edge

The Dark Liberator, The Last of the Nightbirds, Lord of Epic Awesomeness, Greatest Dancer in the Universe and That's Just a Fact

Zodaxus teleports in front of Lathander and Babaki. "Awww," he says, a smile spreading across his face. He turns to Lathander. "Nice to see you Sunny Boy!" He says, opening his arms for Lathander's prefered greeting.

He turns his head and nods at Babaki as Lathander glomps him. "You too, Pennywise. I mean that. I'm celibrating my life's work today, and I'm glad to see you here for that."


God of the Depraved

"hmm, orange... any colors go good with orange? i'm not really a colorful god ... but I think Zodaxus is..." I simply look around.


Goddess of Life & Divine Protector of Nature

Ishalla arches a perfectly contoured eyebrow at her apparently unappreciated gift. "Each seed produces a different natural environment, and they can be used in combination for slightly different effects." She says to Zodaxus offhandedly, letting the bag of seeds drop to the ground.

That may be the last time I go out of my way to promote this flighty god's useless frivolity.

Gently shooing a few fawning spirits out of her way, Ishalla meanders over to Scrapeknee and the others.

Scrapeknee wrote:
"I think I've lost one of my centaur tribes to your worship, but I've got plenty of others and I trust you won't let them get too bored so no worries."

Ishalla laughs lightly, the sound something like a chorus of songbirds and the gentle burbling of a small brook. She trails a finger down Osoro's chest, pointedly ignoring the golden dragon at his side.

"I'm afraid your own faith may be misplaced, Chaotic Prince. Boredom might very well be this one's favorite passtime."


"Lord of Atheism" | Not-a-Lesser-God | Attack 3d6, Defense 5d6, HP 40

"True," Atheos replies to Scrapeknee, "My purpose is not to 'contribute.' But unlike some now arriving, I have brought Nothing to detract, either."

"And if you find my tenets humorous, that is fine—I have nothing against finding peace, or even amusement, in the truth."

Liberty's Edge

The Dark Liberator, The Last of the Nightbirds, Lord of Epic Awesomeness, Greatest Dancer in the Universe and That's Just a Fact
First Mother Ishalla wrote:

Ishalla arches a perfectly contoured eyebrow at her apparently unappreciated gift. "Each seed produces a different natural environment, and they can be used in combination for slightly different effects." She says to Zodaxus offhandedly, letting the bag of seeds drop to the ground.

That may be the last time I go out of my way to promote this flighty god's useless frivolity.

Gently shooing a few fawning spirits out of her way, Ishalla meanders over to Scrapeknee and the others.

Scrapeknee wrote:
"I think I've lost one of my centaur tribes to your worship, but I've got plenty of others and I trust you won't let them get too bored so no worries."

Ishalla laughs lightly, the sound something like a chorus of songbirds and the gentle burbling of a small brook. She trails a finger down Osoro's chest, pointedly ignoring the golden dragon at his side.

"I'm afraid your own faith may be misplaced, Chaotic Prince. Boredom might very well be this one's favorite passtime."

Sorry. Forgot you were waiting on me.

Zodaxus stares blankly, as if in a daze, before seeming to snap himself out of it and looking Ishalla in the eye. "Sorry," he says, blushing, "it was just so awesome I couldn't help but be dumbstruck for a bit." He smiled. S%&#, I'm blowing it.

Zodaxus takes the bag of seeds in hand. "Thanks a million though. It was totally awesome of you to give me this." Zodaxus looks Ishalla in the eye, trying to guage her reaction.


Male (Usually) Deity of Change and Chance, Transformation and Chaos
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"I'm afraid your own faith may be misplaced, Chaotic Prince. Boredom might very well be this one's favorite pastime.

"Well, one dares to dream, lovely Ishalla," the horns circling his head dip as he nods to her with a smile, "I'm sure a few of the tribes will find your path intriguing as well. I can count on you to lead keep them lively at least."

And I do figure Osoro and Ishalla along with Scrapeknee would probably be the biggest 'draws' to most Centaur tribes. If you want nothing of them, let me know and ignore the reference :)

Atheos, God of Skepticism wrote:

"True," Atheos replies to Scrapeknee, "My purpose is not to 'contribute.' But unlike some now arriving, I have brought Nothing to detract, either."

"And if you find my tenets humorous, that is fine—I have nothing against finding peace, or even amusement, in the truth."

Scrapeknee chuckles a bit louder, "As long as its your truth, of course. Ah," He shakes his head, "Unfair of me to tease you I suppose. You're at least talking to me, albeit in your way. I honestly expected at least a half century of the silent treatment. Just to show there's no hard feelings, would you like me to have that Waterfall in To-Sung province start flowing down again?"


God of the Depraved
First Mother Ishalla wrote:


Gently shooing a few fawning spirits out of her way, Ishalla meanders over to Scrapeknee and the others.

"Oh, hey Ishalla, been meaning to ask, can you stop encouraging animals to eat my pioneers. that'd be great."

shots fired


God of Wrath, Madness, and Fear
Zodaxus wrote:

Zodaxus teleports in front of Lathander and Babaki. "Awww," he says, a smile spreading across his face. He turns to Lathander. "Nice to see you Sunny Boy!" He says, opening his arms for Lathander's prefered greeting.

He turns his head and nods at Babaki as Lathander glomps him. "You too, Pennywise. I mean that. I'm celibrating my life's work today, and I'm glad to see you here for that."

Babaki bows deeply, maintaining eye contact the whole while. "I'm just glad to be involved!" he says, glancing at Verruckt who is slowly coming to join him. "I know we've had our...differences regarding freedom in the past, but it's good to know I'm not on your s@!@ list yet!" Babaki pauses to take a deep swig of his cup before continuing. "I take it you already know Verruckt?"

The baboon demon bows briefly. "It̴ ̀is ͢a pl͠ea͢su̶re,͏ ̕Lo͡r̵d ҉Z͡ơd͏axưs," Verruckt gurgles in a sickeningly polite tone. ̡"I ͢t́h͏ank͢ ̨y̴o͞u ̷fo͞r̷ inv͘itìn͟g ̀m̵y̕ ͞Mas͟ter҉,̨ a̧nd by҉ èxt̶en͏s͝i̛o͢n ̸m̷y̡s̴el҉f̸, to͡ ̶this͜ ͢won͏dęrf͝úl ̡g̷athèri͜n̕g̡ o͘f y̢o̡úrs.͘"̕

Liberty's Edge

The Dark Liberator, The Last of the Nightbirds, Lord of Epic Awesomeness, Greatest Dancer in the Universe and That's Just a Fact
Babaki wrote:
Zodaxus wrote:

Zodaxus teleports in front of Lathander and Babaki. "Awww," he says, a smile spreading across his face. He turns to Lathander. "Nice to see you Sunny Boy!" He says, opening his arms for Lathander's prefered greeting.

He turns his head and nods at Babaki as Lathander glomps him. "You too, Pennywise. I mean that. I'm celibrating my life's work today, and I'm glad to see you here for that."

Babaki bows deeply, maintaining eye contact the whole while. "I'm just glad to be involved!" he says, glancing at Verruckt who is slowly coming to join him. "I know we've had our...differences regarding freedom in the past, but it's good to know I'm not on your s@&$ list yet!" Babaki pauses to take a deep swig of his cup before continuing. "I take it you already know Verruckt?"

The baboon demon bows briefly. "It̴ ̀is ͢a pl͠ea͢su̶re,͏ ̕Lo͡r̵d ҉Z͡ơd͏axưs," Verruckt gurgles in a sickeningly polite tone. ̡"I ͢t́h͏ank͢ ̨y̴o͞u ̷fo͞r̷ inv͘itìn͟g ̀m̵y̕ ͞Mas͟ter҉,̨ a̧nd by҉ èxt̶en͏s͝i̛o͢n ̸m̷y̡s̴el҉f̸, to͡ ̶this͜ ͢won͏dęrf͝úl ̡g̷athèri͜n̕g̡ o͘f y̢o̡úrs.͘"̕

Zodaxus smiles. "My pleasure," he says as he fist bumps Verruckt.


"Lord of Atheism" | Not-a-Lesser-God | Attack 3d6, Defense 5d6, HP 40

"Eh," Atheos shrugs to Scrapeknee, "There are no gods here; this is Zodaxus's demiplane, and that means under the local rules I'm speaking to a bunch of roughly-approximated humanoids who haven't brought any pointless churches, demiurgic baggage, or true forces of nature along with them. Or maybe I'm just amused that you've managed so quickly to pull another secret out of The Obfuscator's herald."

"But, no. Changing something twice is not the same as 'undoing' it. Either you're still putting conscious force into maintaining that prank, in which case the Aeons will eventually get around to fixing it, or you somehow altered the underlying physics in a local space, and that is the new natural order of things. Either way, it's become a popular test of faith and physical koan for novice Monks of the Unanswered Question, and so the humans once again deal with things on their own."


Male (Usually) Deity of Change and Chance, Transformation and Chaos

Scrapeknee shakes his head, "Sometimes I wonder if you aren't the god of self loathing, Atheos. But fine, I'll leave it be as a peace offering of sorts... there's always more to play with elsewhere after all. It is interesting to see how the mortals respond to change though, that's true. Why, without me, I sometimes think they'd never learned how to adapt at all."


"Lord of Atheism" | Not-a-Lesser-God | Attack 3d6, Defense 5d6, HP 40

"Without you, Scrapeknee, the world would be exactly the same in every way that matters."


God of the Depraved

"oh yeah Atheos, been meaning to ask you something as well... do you not believe in yourself?"


Goddess of Life & Divine Protector of Nature

It's all good, just rolling with it :)

Zodaxus wrote:

Zodaxus stares blankly, as if in a daze, before seeming to snap himself out of it and looking Ishalla in the eye. "Sorry," he says, blushing, "it was just so awesome I couldn't help but be dumbstruck for a bit." He smiled. S!@&, I'm blowing it.

Zodaxus takes the bag of seeds in hand. "Thanks a million though. It was totally awesome of you to give me this." Zodaxus looks Ishalla in the eye, trying to guage her reaction.

"Perfectly understandable. As our gracious host for this wonderful evening, I'm sure your attentions will be required elsewhere quite often." She smiles warmly, showing no hard feelings at the minor oversight.

"I'm generally not one for..." She clears her throat, obviously searching for the right word, not wanting to offend the eclectic deity. "..whimsy, for it's own sake, but I'd hoped you would like them."

Scrapeknee wrote:
"Well, one dares to dream, lovely Ishalla," the horns circling his head dip as he nods to her with a smile, "I'm sure a few of the tribes will find your path intriguing as well. I can count on you to lead keep them lively at least."

She bobs a brief curtsy, returning Scrapeknee's smile, while her serpentine attire shifts around her body and displays more of her curves for the god of change.

"As I'm sure you know, action is preferable to such hopeful imaginings, but yes, I will watch over your creations as I would my own. Any who wish will certainly not lack for a life of passion."

Everyone wants to wax philosophical with you, Scrapeknee. Ishalla doesn't actively promote her own worship, but she cares for all mortal life, and any who look to her for guidance/protection are given such. The closer they are to the natural world, the better, so she'd probably take an interest in the centaurs.

Cil'dr wrote:
"Oh, hey Ishalla, been meaning to ask, can you stop encouraging animals to eat my pioneers. that'd be great."

Frowning, she turns to the god of the oppressed, the endless snake moving more quickly in her agitation.

"Perhaps you should teach your 'pioneers' greater respect for the lands they intend to settle, and the animals would not see a need to impart their own lessons."


God of the Depraved

"Hey, I don't mind it when they can't defend themselves, but I can tell when alterations were made, divine alterations. Particularly when predators attack settlements beyond their fill."

Liberty's Edge

The Dark Liberator, The Last of the Nightbirds, Lord of Epic Awesomeness, Greatest Dancer in the Universe and That's Just a Fact
First Mother Ishalla wrote:

It's all good, just rolling with it :)

Zodaxus wrote:

Zodaxus stares blankly, as if in a daze, before seeming to snap himself out of it and looking Ishalla in the eye. "Sorry," he says, blushing, "it was just so awesome I couldn't help but be dumbstruck for a bit." He smiled. S!@&, I'm blowing it.

Zodaxus takes the bag of seeds in hand. "Thanks a million though. It was totally awesome of you to give me this." Zodaxus looks Ishalla in the eye, trying to guage her reaction.

"Perfectly understandable. As our gracious host for this wonderful evening, I'm sure your attentions will be required elsewhere quite often." She smiles warmly, showing no hard feelings at the minor oversight.

"I'm generally not one for..." She clears her throat, obviously searching for the right word, not wanting to offend the eclectic deity. "..whimsy, for it's own sake, but I'd hoped you would like them."

"I do." Zodaxus nods, still blushing. "I am very, very glad you came. Say, I cannot recall whether or not you've been here since I last remodeled. Perhaps I could show you around?"

Zodaxus' gaze is a bit softer than it normally is, his voice more insecure.


Male (Usually) Deity of Change and Chance, Transformation and Chaos
Atheos, God of Skepticism wrote:
"Without you, Scrapeknee, the world would be exactly the same in every way that matters."

Scrapeknee grins, "I am the sauce that makes a meal a banquet and I think your ideas of what 'matters' must be very sad indeed."

Ishalla wrote:


She bobs a brief curtsy, returning Scrapeknee's smile, while her serpentine attire shifts around her body and displays more of her curves for the god of change.

"As I'm sure you know, action is preferable to such hopeful imaginings, but yes, I will watch over your creations as I would my own. Any who wish will certainly not lack for a life of passion."

The horns on Scrapeknee's head actually seem to pop a little larger as Ishalla's attire shifts and displays, "Magnificent, your generous nature I mean. Perhaps we could discuss the plights of they and peoples that live in harmony with the wild. Meeting you tonight, I cannot help but think harmony with the wild might be a most worthy pursuit." The god of Chaos says with admiration.


Goddess of Life & Divine Protector of Nature
Cil'dr wrote:
"Hey, I don't mind it when they can't defend themselves, but I can tell when alterations were made, divine alterations. Particularly when predators attack settlements beyond their fill."

Slowly shaking her head, Ishalla's tone changes to that of an instructor teaching a particularly stubborn student. "My own interference not only saved many Human lives that would have otherwise been lost, but turned those same lives to a greater purpose."

She idly pets the head of her snake as it rests in the crook of her elbow, slowing its agitated slithering.

"And they were hardly defenseless. The town's destruction was the natural culmination of two apex predators trying to inhabit the same area; it is impossible for both groups to exist in such close proximity. I will not condemn the actions of that lands' original inhabitants, who were only acting to protect their own resources."

Ishalla didn't make the animals attack, she saved what people would follow her before allowing the animals to attack. She actually prevented them from doing so before she was able to bring her attention to the town (& save what people she could, without directly affecting their free will). I'm at work now, closing up for the night. I'll respond further once I get home.


"Lord of Atheism" | Not-a-Lesser-God | Attack 3d6, Defense 5d6, HP 40

Annnd Atheos returns to ignoring Scrapeknee, knowing that he's responded to the same taunt before, and turns to address Cil'dr's comment.

"Believe in myself how?" he asks. "I possess consciousness, and greater magical skill than I once held. I do not believe, as I have heard some mortals claim, that I was 'carried up to heaven on a fiery chariot borne of four horned angels,' and I do not believe that anyone foolish enough to pray to me directly will receive better crop yields. But I inform this with observation, not dogma."


God of the Depraved
First Mother Ishalla wrote:
Cil'dr wrote:
"Hey, I don't mind it when they can't defend themselves, but I can tell when alterations were made, divine alterations. Particularly when predators attack settlements beyond their fill."

Slowly shaking her head, Ishalla's tone changes to that of an instructor teaching a particularly stubborn student. "My own interference not only saved many Human lives that would have otherwise been lost, but turned those same lives to a greater purpose."

She idly pets the head of her snake as it rests in the crook of her elbow, slowing its agitated slithering.

"And they were hardly defenseless. The town's destruction was the natural culmination of two apex predators trying to inhabit the same area; it is impossible for both groups to exist in such close proximity. I will not condemn the actions of that lands' original inhabitants, who were only acting to protect their own resources."

Ishalla didn't make the animals attack, she saved what people would follow her before allowing the animals to attack. She actually prevented them from doing so before she was able to bring her attention to the town (& save what people she could, without directly affecting their free will). I'm at work now, closing up for the night. I'll respond further once I get home.

To be clear, Cil'dr has a bit of a reputation usually of disliking divine intervention in most forms

shifting to a more thinking posture, "I'm more inclined to think they should be able to choose their own purpose with out being subjected to your "natural" sense of life. Mortals aren't capable of understanding that, so the ones that joined up with you were probably driven insane. At least I don't consider dropping everything you've been working for sane."

also IDK, you basically told that tiger in your story to kill everyone who stayed

Atheos, God of Skepticism wrote:

Annnd Atheos returns to ignoring Scrapeknee, knowing that he's responded to the same taunt before, and turns to address Cil'dr's comment.

"Believe in myself how?" he asks. "I possess consciousness, and greater magical skill than I once held. I do not believe, as I have heard some mortals claim, that I was 'carried up to heaven on a fiery chariot borne of four horned angels,' and I do not believe that anyone foolish enough to pray to me directly will receive better crop yields. But I inform this with observation, not dogma."

Responding now to Atheos I don't really talk, people just hear what I'm saying in their mind, even gods, since I don't actually have form, so i can easily talk to multiple people at once. "hmm, I suppose, it's never really so thematic either, but one of the things I enjoy most about mortals is how they make up stories. regardless, if someone asked you to improve their crop yields, couldn't you? and if they described a being capable of such as a god, would they be incorrect? Just food for thought, I don't think I've really had a chance to chat with you since you "ascended" since it was only such a short time ago."


While Lathander spreads his goodwill with unasked for hug after hug will drinking a prestigious amount of alcohol, even by inhuman standards, Mystra, the Goddess of Magic, arrives through her gate in a sparkle of blue light.

She looks around as she enters and surveys the scene, looking to see what the Gods are up too.


Mystra's Demigod Azuth, known as the Magister, a white haired bearded old man with a mage's staff and sky blue robes, enters after her.

"Quite the party isn't it?" He says as he inspects the area.

"This looks like fun!" Mystra agrees.


Male (Usually) Deity of Change and Chance, Transformation and Chaos

While flirting with Ishalla , Scrapeknee doesn't want to be rude to any lady (Not the pretty ones like the goddesses anyway, not at a party) and sends his own voice near Mystra, "Hello, lady of the weave. And magister. How fares?"


Scrapeknee wrote:
While flirting with Ishalla , Scrapeknee doesn't want to be rude to any lady (Not the pretty ones like the goddesses anyway, not at a party) and sends his own voice near Mystra, "Hello, lady of the weave. And magister. How fares?"

Mystra smiles. "Scrapeknee, looking handsome tonight, are you preferring more humanoid appearances these days? It has been awhile since we caught up."

"Scrapeknee." Azuth acknowledges with a respectful bow, showing the proper respect to a True God.


Male (Usually) Deity of Change and Chance, Transformation and Chaos

"Well, for a century or so, I most often appeared as a dragon of changing hue. Now I suppose I am more for the crowned with horns humanoid look. I do hope I'm not in a rut," He considers then adds, "And most of my worshipers are humanoid. And I'd love to compare notes some time. I've got a wizard, a transmuter, working on a new book A treatise on transmutation and the power of higgledy–piggledy . I had to give the guy points just for the title. Want me to send you a copy? Right up your alley if I do dare say."


"That would be wonderful Scrapekeee, I would appreciate it." Mystra replies.


Lolth arrives soon after and dives headfirst into the pleasures of the party, drinking, eating and surrounding herself with both male and female companions.


Lolth is followed next by Helm of all people, though he doesn't seem to join in the festivities but just stands there at the outskirts looking intently around.


Male (Usually) Deity of Change and Chance, Transformation and Chaos
Yuugasa wrote:
"That would be wonderful Scrapekeee, I would appreciate it." Mystra replies.

"Any time, shining one," he inclines his head. And besides, a magical goddess who seems willing to share is nice to have a round. "Forgive the unpleasant party talk, but I should warn you, a certain self styled 'dark sun' temple is...was planning an attack on one of your own temples. I gave them something to do."

On the mortal plane:

"For the glory of Cyric!" one dark haired fellow bellowed as he urged the cyrician zealots down below to press their attack on the Bane temple.

They'd attacked the Tyrant god of the Blackhand's followers from ambush, of course. This, their leader had assured them, was practice for the Mystra temple. It would be easy, for the blackguard unit in service to Bane was far away subjugating another town.

The result was heavy losses for the Bane worshipers at least at first.

And then, an ominous sounding horn boomed.
One of the Cyrician's cursed, "The Bane Blackguards? How did they get back so soon?"

"It matters not," The dark haired commander sneered, "Set fire to things, and we withdraw."

"They'll surely come after us!" Another officer said.

A third officer stabbed him in the back, a blond haired man with gaunt features, "Anyone else want to argue with the Commander?"

The cultists inclined their heads, lit the torches, and ran.

Oddly, the flames would not consume all.... Unholy symbols of Cyric would litter the place, as if there was any doubt.

The Blackguard Bane unit stumbled onto the burning carnage of their temple minutes after the Cyric attackers had fled, "The Dark Sun's children dare? Call the other temples. For every altar of ours they desecrate, we will demand ten!"

The Cyricians returned to their own temple , still giddy with their deeds despite some minor losses, only to find a dark haired commander furious with them, "Where have you idiots been?"

"Sir?" One dared ask in confusion, "We were on the attack, at the temple of Bane for practice."

"You idiot!" The commander sneered, "We cannot fight so open a war on two fronts! Who gave this command?"

Confused looks abounded, "You did," One finally said.

"What?" The dark haired commander said, "I did no such..." his eyes lit up in understanding, "I've been impersonated. Forget the raid on Mystra's temple. Bane's warriors are coming, and they've been given clues to find us if they didn't already know."

"Then perhaps we should tell them off this ruse? Explain? " One nervous warrior suddenly grew pale.

"Coward and idiot both!" The Commander sneered, "You think they'll believe anything we say? We serve a god of lies!"

"But then where is the man we thought was you?"

"And another officer is missing as well," Another Cultist noted that the gaunt blond who slew the man who dared question the commander was gone also.

"There's no time!" The Commander snarled, "Ready the gates for war!"

"Sir? Our gates.... they're not closing properly! Someone has rusted the hinges. It could take days to restore them!"

"Damn whoever has done this!" The commander hissed.
........

Darvon Tetch washed the black dye out of his hair, and removed the material disguising his face, "I am getting to old for this."

"Oh stop whining," Olem, The blond gent wiped away the make up that made him look like the doppelganger of the gaunt cultist he'd replaced for a time, "It worked like a charm."

"Oh hell yes, maybe too well," Darvon chuckled, "We've distracted one god's temple, and damaged another badly. And no one knows we serve Scrapeknee, may he shield us. Doesn't mean I can go risking causing a holy war...or unholy war as the case maybe, at my age."

"You'll be a Pretender until the day you die," Olem grinned, then paused, "One way or another I imagine."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Darvon said, "We'll, let's put on some new faces and get the hells out of here. Best way to remove evidence is remove us. A thousand miles should do it."

"Ah, new opportunities. What say we hit Cormyr? I understand there's a wedding between a very attractive noble couple. I could pretend to be a visiting duke, and you could be my valet!" Olem suggested.

"Your valet?" Darvon smirked.

"Oh come now, you got to be commander of a cult this time," Olem pointed out.

"Age," Darvon said, running another hand through his gray and now dye free hair, "Has its privileges."

The two left quietly arguing, "Dice you for it?"

"Not with your dice, friend, never with your dice." There was laughter.

Soon they would be long gone with few ever knowing they'd played a part in escalating Bane/Cyric hostilities.

Obviously, ignore this if it's too much. I do want a organization of bards/Actors and rogues called the Pretenders who do this sort of thing and consider Scrapeknee a Patron if that's okay?

And yes, Scrapeknee is trying to protect their identities intrusions from magical investigation


Male (Usually) Deity of Change and Chance, Transformation and Chaos

And an 'official sub race'

Brine Dwarves- Well over over a thousand years ago, there was a great dwarven empire. It did pretty well for itself. Then came Uzthard Gloryhammer VIII. While the dwarves of the time were a conservative lot (As many are today), Uzthard took it a bit too far. He moved to ban the worship of all gods of chaos from his lands. Many gods of chaotic bent were offended by this decree... but it was a cleric of Scrapeknee who was caught by soldiers serving the dwarven king, and slain for 'heresy'
in a very public display to discourage artisians or craftsmen among the dwarves from even paying lip service to the god of change and chaos.

Trees, needing no sunlight, and seemingly no water, began to pop up from the very stone where the priest had been beheaded the very next day. The king ordered them cut down, and the wood used for the fire.

More trees replaced them, and at greater number.

By the end of the week, the King invited any to chop them down, and many dwarves did. Some, some few, those who knew their king had done wrong, were haunted by visions, and an odd need to build something very specific. They smuggled the blood red wood out of the underground, and onto the mountain ledges. And their they frantically worked in wood, a medium most dwarves disdained.

Gloryhammer did not know of this, he only knew that he had to have a constant supply of men ready to cut down the latest growth lest it turn into a damned forest outside his palace door.

Some saw it as a clear sign he had made a mistake, and a few even begged him to appease Scrapeknee and ask forgiveness.

But Uzthard was a proud fool of a dwarf, and cursed Scrapeknee, and announced that it would take more than unnatural wood to humble him.

Until a month later, the trees stopped growing. The last of them was chopped down, and Uzhtard declared that the last and largest stump would be yanked out and burned as final sign that Chaos was at last gone from his noble kingdom.

When the stump was ripped away, a small dragon, no bigger than a house cat, with scales that flickered a multitude of colors, stood where it had been. It stretched, and then spoke

"For your many offenses against me, I bring doom. For your pride, I bring punishment. For your prejudice, I bring woe. Your name shall be as a curse, Uthzard. Those few that survive, and their children, and their children's children, shall never live under these mountains, or any mountain again, and in their stories, all shall say 'Uzthard Gloryhammer, last of his line, was a fool who brought ruin upon all.'" Then the dragonling pawed the ground ,and where his claws touched the stone, the stone turned to water!

And the little dragon grew! As big as a dog, as big as a horse, as big as a building it grew, and grew! And wherever its wings touched stone, or metal, that substance turned to water! And the transformation spread, one cobble stone would turn to water, and then the next to it....

The dwarves screamed, and those who had heeded the visions fled to the surface first, where the ships they had made in their sleep, blood red ships, awaited them.

But for most of the dwarves, there was no knowledge such things even existed. As their mountain turned into sea right over their heads, dwarves young and old, women and men, found themselves flooded with water in a churning maelstrom, and they drowned, their screams cut short as their breath left them!

And yet it did not stop there. For one mountain touched another, and as the first collapsed replaced by sea water, so too did the mountain adjacent to it. And then another to it, and so forth! Until every mountain in a once mighty chain , right down to its deep roots was gone, and only a roiling angry sea remained!

Five blood red ships were tossed about on those wild waves, with less than two hundred dwarves upon them.

And upon this generation, a curse lingering. It seemed where ever they stayed too long on stone, that stone threatened to turn to sea water! And while those children after them did not bear that curse, their own culture was forever changed!

Now, generations later, they are no longer mountain dwarves, or hill dwarves, and some dwarves would say they are barely dwarves at all.

They are called Brine Dwarves, and some of the finest sailors in the world because they had little choice but to be. Working in wood over stone, and having lost their sense of the under, they are now blessed with a keen compass as they move across the wild seas. They have their own culture, their own ways, and some honor Scrapeknee for the mercy shown, some fear him for the wrath he displayed, but none curse his name openly.

They save their curses for Uzthard, who drowns forever never allowed to escape the dark undertow he shares with a thousand thousand corpses of a once too proud kingdom.


Male (Usually) Deity of Change and Chance, Transformation and Chaos
Yuugasa wrote:
Lolth is followed next by Helm of all people, though he doesn't seem to join in the festivities but just stands there at the outskirts looking intently around.

Any delight Scrapeknee felt at seeing on of his occasional lovers among the goddesses enter dimmed as his eyes fell on Helm coming in shortly after.

"And there goes half the party."


God of Wrath, Madness, and Fear

Seeing Zodaxus get distracted, Babaki and Verruckt take the opportunity to slink off back to the snack bar. Babaki takes a plate of raw steak, and the two move off to the crowd surrounding Lolth. "Well, hello there!" Babaki calls to the Queen of Spiders. "Its been ages! You never call anymore. How's the 'snuff out the sun' plan going? Still going nowhere?" The Lord of Teeth leers at her unpleasantly, chewing on the slab of meat as he talks. "I kid, I kid! I'm sure you'll make it happen eventually. Probably."

Meanwhile, Verruckt silently swirls his tongue around his cup of wine, observing the other party goers and their habits for later use.


God of the Depraved
Scrapeknee wrote:
Yuugasa wrote:
Lolth is followed next by Helm of all people, though he doesn't seem to join in the festivities but just stands there at the outskirts looking intently around.

Any delight Scrapeknee felt at seeing on of his occasional lovers among the goddesses enter dimmed as his eyes fell on Helm coming in shortly after.

"And there goes half the party."

"maybe for you, I love seeing him awkwardly mingle, I've more a mind to say the earlier... specimen took half the party.". Whispering "I hate Spiders". I look back at my orb of darkness with the three infinite cups sticking out of it. "guess orange will have to do" I say as I plunge the last cup into the orb.

The orb immediately gives off the bright glow of a sun, thankfully the Orb is absorbing all normally harmful radiation, but it definitely is a nuclear reaction going on inside the orb. The light is mostly Orange but changes slightly and changes the direction occasionally giving it an interesting display.

"Zodaxus! this is for you" I yell as I toss it at him.

Liberty's Edge

The Dark Liberator, The Last of the Nightbirds, Lord of Epic Awesomeness, Greatest Dancer in the Universe and That's Just a Fact

I look at Cil'dr and grin as I catch the orb. "Hey, this is awesome! You shouldn't have, and I mean that in the metaphorical sense, so I guess I really should say that you should have!" I teleport over to you, device still in hand. "Thanks!" I say, extending my fist for a bump.


God of the Depraved

I look down for a moment, hesitantly at Zordaxus' fist. A reciprocating fist appears after a moment and completes the bump. "remember, Zodaxus, I don't normally have a corporeal form, and I don't think me just pushing back on your fist is what you were looking for. Anyway, most of it should go to you, when you mentioned flooding a world with liquid nitrogen, it made me realize an infinite weight sits at the back of that cup traveling at a sound wave, that's the core of a star, not a whole star just the core, the brightest point." As i say that last bit, i kind of step away from it slightly.

Liberty's Edge

The Dark Liberator, The Last of the Nightbirds, Lord of Epic Awesomeness, Greatest Dancer in the Universe and That's Just a Fact

"Cool," I say. "I know just where to put it. Thanks again." I teleport off with it.


"Lord of Atheism" | Not-a-Lesser-God | Attack 3d6, Defense 5d6, HP 40
Cil'dr wrote:
"regardless, if someone asked you to improve their crop yields, couldn't you? and if they described a being capable of such as a god, would they be incorrect? Just food for thought, I don't think I've really had a chance to chat with you since you "ascended" since it was only such a short time ago."

Whoops

"Do I have the power to improve the growth of vegetation? Yes, as would any talented Druid or Hunter. But I don't believe I have the power to boost the growth of all plants on all worlds continuously. If a man prays to me, why should his crops grow faster than another man who spends that time actually working his fields with more care? If I started rewarding everyone who 'prayed' for better crops, pretty soon everyone would be spending less time and effort on actual farming techniques, and I'd need to spend more and more effort making up the difference. It's a dismal thought."

Yuugasa wrote:
While Lathander spreads his goodwill with unasked for hug after hug will drinking a prestigious amount of alcohol, even by inhuman standards.

As Lathander tries to hug Atheos, his arms goes straight through the God of Skepticism, whose midsection briefly becomes an insubstantial blue and glowing swirl of equations.


God of the Depraved
Atheos, God of Skepticism wrote:
Cil'dr wrote:
"regardless, if someone asked you to improve their crop yields, couldn't you? and if they described a being capable of such as a god, would they be incorrect? Just food for thought, I don't think I've really had a chance to chat with you since you "ascended" since it was only such a short time ago."

Whoops

"Do I have the power to improve the growth of vegetation? Yes, as would any talented Druid or Hunter. But I don't believe I have the power to boost the growth of all plants on all worlds continuously. If a man prays to me, why should his crops grow faster than another man who spends that time actually working his fields with more care? If I started rewarding everyone who 'prayed' for better crops, pretty soon everyone would be spending less time and effort on actual farming techniques, and I'd need to spend more and more effort making up the difference. It's a dismal thought."

"Hmm, I think we're mostly on the same page. It's why when someone prayed for more food, I originally created Corn and Wheat and what not, but soon they wanted more, so after that I decided to teach them how to grow more of it on their own. Now thankfully I'm at the point where I don't need to directly intervene for most of my followers. My goal is self sufficiency in my followers, they feel the happiest with this outcome as well, from what I've seen. I don't know, maybe you're just young, you'll get used to people thinking you're a god."


"Lord of Atheism" | Not-a-Lesser-God | Attack 3d6, Defense 5d6, HP 40

"Or I'll just teach them not to think of me as one. You created corn and cattle through magic—but humans created rice, barley, apples, dogs, and chickens not long after through agricultural science and selective breeding, with no divine intervention necessary."

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