I don't concern myself with animals, except for their paragon. My "mascot", if you will, is Man.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!
they waited for the return of their dead god.
It took me millennia after my people died before I ascended to divinity. I wasn't their god.
Back in my pre-immortal days, religion in Azlant was in some ways just like it is today, though it was different in others.
A lot of our old gods are still around today, though my fellow Azlanti wouldn't recognise them.
Just a minor point.
I find your idea of a sex-prison for that deity-person called Aroden intriguing. We should open a more private channel of communication to further explore the possibilities of this concept.
Paging Mr. Aroden
Paging? That's so Age of Enthronement! As a god of civilisation and progress, I move with the times. You can catch me on my cell. No facebook, though - those "social networks" are the death of civilisation, and thus I oppose them, of course.
If you can get your hands on Guide to Absalom, you'll get a bit more of Aroden-lore. After all, I created that city.
They'll tell you of a few things I did myself that are still there. Some of the buildings "supposedly built by Aroden himself" aren't mine, actually, but you can easily spot them by the inferior architectural design and sloppy (even for human standards) craftsmanship.
I'd tell you why I raised the Starstone and the isle of Kortos, and created the city of Absalom one fine day, but I keep that stuff close to the chest for now. I'm almost done writing my memoirs, though, and I go on about it at length in there (a couple dozen of volumes are about those topics, each).
Arazni, Harlot Queen of Geb wrote:
Assuming your "husband" lets you off the leash.
The TV reception is better here. And I get broadband internet access.
Chosen of Iomedae wrote:
Aroden's nor dead, you Blasphemers
Stories of my demise are greatly exaggerated!
As for your questions: Paladins are nice. The problem is just that they insist on putting a strong focus on the concept known as goodness. That gets in the way of absolute order. So they weren't really my first and finest warriors. They lacked a certain pragmatism.
Does anyone else think it would be funny to have a 20th level monk of the healing hands named "the"?
What did I ever do to you, you ingrate? Ever since I've been on holidy, my Chosen Race has gone downhill!
And the muzak they make you listen is profane!
And meanwhile my old charwoman has taken over my business while I wait for this.
You just don't get decent service in this multiverse any more. I blame the proteans.
What do you mean, "you could rule"? I'm not dead. I'm not imprisoned, either. What am I, a Rough Beast? Or part of a divine soap opera where misunderstandings will get you killed but doing the most horrible deeds will get you house arrest?
I just took some time off, is all. I'll be back in no time (it may just seem lifetimes to you brief mortals. That's because you don't try enough. I was human once, too. Didn't stop me. And it's not as if you cannot do it, too - a drunkard ascended for My sake!)
Think of the Test of the Starstone as an epic adventure. It might be different for everyone. You go into that cathedral, and face challenges nobody knows about. Except a dead guy, a drunkard, a chick who lost the way to the kitchen and the loner kid who plays all secretive because he's invisible to the rest of the class. None of them will talk.
You forgot me. And who's the dead guy?
Anyway, I put up the whole test thing, and all I can say is: Surprise!
To everyone who does that: I find your lack of faith disturbing. Those who cop out like that will be in trouble once I return.
Tom Qadim wrote:
How rude. The way you talk behind my back - right to my face!
Lisa Stevens wrote:
So that's why you killed me!
You read what I said, went back in time, and killed me. Damn your filthy chronomancy!
And I'm not dead!
You're rambling, man, I never hit any hulks. And I don't beat people into banners. That sort of brutality is more Rovagug's deal, maybe Gorum's.
Definitely! I can see them beat someone until they're flat and hang them from their lance.
Chris Mortika wrote:
In three years, Paizo will be releasing a new campaign setting, entirely separate from Golarion. It'll have psionics, magic dune buggies, and a race of savage barbarians that can shrink to Tiny size at will. There'll be one god. Three guesses who.
Well, I'll loooove dune buggies.
Can we have nice drinks with outrageous names, like "Orgasm" and "Screwdriver", too? I'll do the gig if I can have them, and be God of Mental Power, Savage Shrinkage, and Drinks With Outrageous Names. I was getting sick to death of this prophecy and humans crap.
I'm not really dead. My repeat God Application just wasn't filed. I gave it to my secretary, and she forgot it, because she was yapping about "goodness must prevail over evil" or something equally empty-headed, and now I'll have to wait a couple of centuries until I can get my status back.
My old secretary was better, too bad she's all corpsified now.
Exactly. It goes all the way through Golarion, Pathfinder, even Paizo. I mean, Paizo claims I'm stone dead forever, when I'm obviously not. That shows the fundamental nature of this situation!
Let me present to you Iomedae, Goddess of Naughty.
The Spirit of FaWTL thread wrote:
NOPE, HE'S DEAD. I WAS THE ONE WHO FOUND HIS BODY... IN THE TRUNK OF A USED '67 CAMARO I BOUGHT FROM THIS GUY. HE WAS IN THERE WITH SOME DUCT TAPE, A LIVE CHICKEN, AND SOME PEACH PRESERVES... I DON'T WANNA KNOW."
That was one of the best parts of my plan. You made the perfect "witness".
That corpse was one of Xanderghul's clones.
The ungratefulness! Listen to that, people. They use you as a career step stone and when they make it, you're dead to them.
Or are you still mad at me that I didn't include you in my backup plan, the one with all the godspawn. I enjoyed our dates, but you never seemed like a mother to me. Too much career woman in you. Half the time, you're harassing the fiends, and the rest of the time, you're watching your priestesses frolicking with netherspawn and crazy clowns. I can't have a child of mine be abandoned like that, or be exposed to all that violence and debauchery!
All that slander. Do I sound dead to you?
For the record: As the god of prophecy, I would see my death coming from a millennium away. I'd take precautions. Being a god of traditions, I'd go with one of the classics. Like hitting on a hundred mortal women and begetting demi-divine progeny to fuel my divine resurrection.
In fact, I'd keep them together and give them a quest. I'd pave the way for this from day 0. I'd instil in them the lust for discovery and create a society just for them, based in my very own city.
I am amazed that nobody has as of yet discussed dragon genetics here. The blighters are more or less fertile with ANY sort of creature.
Definetly. Try tell Dahak (or even Apsu) that their mortal children can't do that. Ever been burned by divine dragonfire? Wanto to? Then do what I just said.
Let it be known that in days of old, I encountered the so-called "god" of genetics - actually a demon lord. I was disgusted at his weird, completely unmagical view of things, and promptly slew him.
I might have been tricked into it by Calistria, who was appalled by the implications that if elf and human can interbreed, and orc and human can interbreed, there might be the possibility that elf and orc could interbreed. That, along with many other weird combinations, has forever been slain witht their vile patron.
Now, if you want to have crazy stuff like a bear with an owl beak, you'll have to use magic. With magic, everything is still, more or less, possible.
Now that is solid thinking! Get in contact with that chick who took over my business while I'm on walkabout, I'll call her and tell her to accept you as a paladin. I could also put in a good word for you with a number of other deities supporting paladins.
And by the way: You didn't break the code. It says you get to work with those evil people if it serves the greater good. You might still need to go to confessions about it, do some fasting and praying or something else to purify you again, but the days where it's easy to make you fall by putting you in a situation where you have to work with evil in order to stop another evil have gone the way of Azlant.
Discovering what really happened to Aroden...that could involve virtually everywhere and take years of game time
Nothing happened to me! I'm fine. I just took the century off. I'll be back presently.
How many years do you guys put in a century again? And how many days in a year? I always get confused with puny mortal time units.