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And so the Elves too developed a hatred for their former ancestors, know they of their kinship or not. Something about their unseemly appearance irritated the fair Elves, something about their misery hinted at times ancient, at the black blood of the gets running in their veins.

Forevermore, when a get should approach this forest, an arrow would strike him down from the shadows, ending their lives before they could even step into the forest. Their corpses, disappearing without a trace before the magical forest.

Spoiler:
Ancestral Denial: Elves gain 1d6 precision damage when attacking a get.

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"Nuaaah~..." - yawned the young god in reply to the Destroyers call, merely turning on his other side. The destroyer was no brother of Nuah. Who was he to call upon his presence?

Little did Dogon know, not all of the Earth Giants were of an evil nature. Some of these giants had awoken in the ever frozen wastes of the far north, where the cold had quenched the fire burning in their veins thanks to Dogon's efforts, their rage contained. These giants came to be known as the Nephilim and they settled there, hoping one day to wake their brethren from the Destroyer's corruption.


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This world is too peaceful, too calm, I call upon ancient powers of Chaos and Destruction and bring forth a race of Destroyers and Killres that will kill anything they meet, they will come from the South and drive civilizations North, towards the Destroyer, soon all will be made new.


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Made a bit of an adjustment for you Dogon. Didn't see your post when I first posted!


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Gulian wrote:

Made a bit of an adjustment for you Dogon. Didn't see your post when I first posted!

It matters not to Dogon whether or not the giants are good, evil, or neither. All will be destroyed in the end...except for me of course.


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Elves.

Spoiler:
+4 Cha, -2 Str, +2 Con (Advanced 4 RP)

Humanoids.

Lifebound (2 RP): Prerequisite: A Constitution score; Benefit: Members of this race gain a +2 racial bonus on all saving throws made to resist death effects, saving throws against negative energy effects, Fortitude saves made to remove negative levels, and Constitution checks made to stabilize if reduced to negative hit points.

Skill Bonus 2x (4 RP): +2 to survival and knowledge (nature) checks.

Treespeech (2 RP): Members of this race are able to converse with plants as if under the effects of a continual speak with plants spell.

Cloak of Leaves (I'm going to say its 1 RP because its not a flat bonus): When in a forest, an elf gains a +2 racial, bonus to stealth checks.

Ancient Hatred: 1d6 damage when attacking a get. (Story-driven)

Size: Medium Base Speed: 30 ft.

Total RP: 13

Nuah

Spoiler:
Alignment: NG or CG
Domains: Plant, Healing (Reincarnation), Animal, Strength, Earth, Magic (Divine)
Favored Weapon: Maul


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Farael, God of the Fallen
AL: LG
Portfolio: light, redemption, justice
Domains: law, good, war
Sacred Weapon: long sword

After the Battle of Lightscar, and seeing the sacrifice of Hu-nar and others, Farael decided to change his ways. He no longer wished to retake Nevaeh and make war with the angels. Instead, he decided to accept godhood, because the people he made, the Primevans, needed him.
Like the angel he was, he is very dedicated to the law and the light. He considers Leafar the Light his fellow god, but he thinks Hutan doesn't take his role as the god of humans seriously enough.


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Leafar, god of light
AL: any good
Portfolio: goodness, light, healing
Domains: good, light, healing, creation
Sacred Weapon: mace
Leafar is this world's god of light. In previous incarnations he was called Leafar the Lost and Leafar the Lawbringer. After suffering many deaths and resurrections, he feels this world has given him a new beginning. He created the Labyrinth of Light and it has attracted the Couatl to him, and other creatures and races of goodness and light.

He also created one of this world's moons. He took a piece of the Sun and made the Light Moon. It was in response to another good (DK) who made a dark moon that created a Great Flood. He sees Farael and Hutan as friends, but he considered Dogon the greatest threat to this world's existence.


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KillaBot wrote:
This world is too peaceful, too calm, I call upon ancient powers of Chaos and Destruction and bring forth a race of Destroyers and Killres that will kill anything they meet, they will come from the South and drive civilizations North, towards the Destroyer, soon all will be made new.

So far there is very little description of the south, except that there is a Southern Jungle with Stunties (goblins). There is a Destroyer crafted by Dogon trapped in an Obsidian Mountain in the far north. We don't have Killers yet. Are they like Assassins? Just wondering. Welcome. :)


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As the elves begin to build and grow in number, they find themselves enjoying a period of extraordinary luck and fortune. Little do they know one of the platinum dragons has tunneled beneath the World Tree's roots, bringing great fertility to the soil—and the people who live off it.

Meanwhile, an aluminum dragon, mistaken for platinum, is shot and killed by one of the hunters of Hutan. And then there were eighteen.

The Murmur is silent, watching the peace and prosperity with drooping eyelids.

He begins to snore.

Dark Archive

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VANDA
AL LE
Portfolio Conquest, tyranny, domination, exploration, secrets, earth magic, treasure and resources buried in stone
Domains Earth, Evil, Glory, Law, Magic (subdomains: Arcane, Caves, Honor, Kyton, Tyranny)
Favored Weapon Morningstar
Holy Symbol Planetoid growing blue, red, and purple crystals

Vanda isn't a god in the normal sense; rather, she is a sort of gestalt mindforce that embodies the planet that shares her name. The planet's denizens have for centuries on centuries theorized where this entity arose from; some suggest that she is a composite mind made up of the souls of all deceased Vandans, while others theorize that it is the ascendant remnant of their species' progenitor who chose to return her soul to the planet itself rather than surrender to the demands of divine powers.

What is known is that the entity chooses to communicate with her dwellers, speaking in certain sacred caverns and crystal grottoes to her priests and seers. Her demands are simple: travel, conquer, and harvest. Under her decree, and those of her people's leaders, the Vandans journeyed to other worlds, overran them, enslaved their peoples and pillaged their resources, and moved on, leaving behind a core of ruling representatives. When they had completed their domination of their own universe, Vanda guided their seers and scholars to develop advanced teleportation arcanotechnology that allowed them to transport their entire planet through the interuniversal void. This new power allowed them to travel from universe to universe, conquering and stripping worlds in their wake and moving on to other realities when their work was done.

Upon arriving in this newborn reality, Vanda's planet body was trapped within the core of a newly-formed planet. Her decree only changed slightly - the Vandans were instructed to either remove the outer shell of stone that imprisoned her, or to conquer the entire new planet and resume their journey of tyranny.

Vanda only gives divine power to Vandans, ignoring even the slave races under their command, treating and encouraging her followers to treat them as little more than animate tools much like a golem or animated undead. Most of the time when communicating with her people she is little more than a disembodied voice echoing from the depths of her planet or bubbling up from the pools of quicksilver that Vandans refer to as her "blood"; however, on occasion she manifests in a visible form, taking the shape of a Vandan woman made of precious gemstones.


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And so as time passed, the elves grew drunk with their gifts from various gods and deities, basking in good fortune and nature's favoritism both. Before long, these fair creatures grew lax and lazy, eventually abandoning the path of progress and cultural development for pleasures and arrogance, as its need declined. Any diplomatic attempts to contact the elves were as futile as attempting to get the Earth's Child to focus his childish mind onto diplomatic issues and politics between his fellow gods, for the Elves would not waste their time upon lesser races. The World Tree witnessed this decline and as his little god rested within his mighty branches and leaves, he attempted to reach out and speak to his children... Only to have his words fall upon deft ears, for the sound of laughter and idle banter blotted his soft whispers out and deafening the elves to the voice of even their patron.

Yet somewhere within the forest two elongated, lean ears managed to focus upon the voice of their Father, hearing his worries and pleas. His name was Ae of the Oak and there was no Druid more dedicated to The Earth's Child and the World Tree than him, for he was indeed the last of them left. Upon hearing the Tree's divine guidance his soul would become greatly worried, for his eyes were opened to the wrongdoings of his kind. The next day, the Druid would set out on a grand venture, traveling towards the Labyrynth of Light to seek out Leafar the Light. The result of Ae's spiritual journey around the Earthmother's skin would determine the future of the Elven race, for he sought answers to questions of spirituality and meaning.

His journey is a vulnerable one, for his ears are open and whispers of both evil and good may enter them.

Ae of the Woods

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Ae of the Woods, Treesinger Druid 4

Alignment: TN/NG (True Neutral, Neutral Good)

Special abilities: Channel Energy (Neutral/Nature), Woodland Stride, Longstride, Green Empathy, Immunity to Disease and Poisons, Resist Nature's Lure

Cha 20, Wis 16, Con 14, Dex 12, Str 10, Int 14


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While other deities were busy retrenching, some of my most gifted worm people performed the ritual deep in a mountain(Worm Mountain). Some adventurers attacked, but their low levels made them more sacrifices. When the magic died down, I was remade, as a full diety, and one rogue lived to tell the tale.
I have 3 forms and names. Kyuss is more or less property of Hasbro and is returning to Greyhawk to demand a place in the pantheon. All the previous gods who wronged him are more or less dead and gone. This is the only one who can take his original human form.
Puss the Worm or The Wormlord can appear as a Worm that Walks(humanoid shaped swarm of maggots) or as a worm animated baby dragon. If a pantheon forms he wants to be the chaotic evil god of all things being destroyed by worms so they can be remade by other gods.
Primevia seems a fitting name for the place where I rose again.

Dark Archive

Farael the Fallen wrote:
KillaBot wrote:
This world is too peaceful, too calm, I call upon ancient powers of Chaos and Destruction and bring forth a race of Destroyers and Killres that will kill anything they meet, they will come from the South and drive civilizations North, towards the Destroyer, soon all will be made new.
So far there is very little description of the south, except that there is a Southern Jungle with Stunties (goblins). There is a Destroyer crafted by Dogon trapped in an Obsidian Mountain in the far north. We don't have Killers yet. Are they like Assassins? Just wondering. Welcome. :)

The killers speaking their native tongue >:)

Sovereign Court

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Not all deities came into being as gods straight away, some (like myself) had to EARN our immortality!

For me, I was naught but a lowly gigantopithicus until a group of Numerian techno-mages dared to explore my jungle home. After killing the vile trespassers, I ventured into the strange device that brought them to me. It was then that I was exposed to a beam of light, shining with rainbow brilliance, which engulfed me and transformed me into something else, something more, something GREATER!

Even though I had gained an increase to my intellect and and my body flourished with renewed vitality, I had yet to ascend. Fortunately, the presence of yet MORE visitors provided to be the key to my success. These new explorers were former devil worshippers that had fled from Cheliax and sought to start a new life and more benevolent cult. I offered them refuge, in exchange for them teaching me everything they knew, to further my plans. It wasn't long before I had devised a solution to my problem, feigning to provide my new 'friends' with a means to find a new home, I had them help me construct a mighty alter to serve serve as means for what we wanted and once the alter was completed, I set things into motion.

Convincing the fools to transfer ALL of their magic into the alter, I stole the power and revealed my betrayal. Before they could do anything to stop me, I used my new found might to destroy them all! Then, the magic grew wild and uncontrollable! But I was strong, I was the master not the foul energies I had recently claimed. And with that, I ascended into the ranks of gods! While I still called the jungle home, I found new allies in the form of Asmodius and the legions of Hell.

I am Gorilla Grodd, Hell-King of the Jungles and soon, the world will be MINE! *Beats chest while bellowing in ferocious triumph.*


The Humans grew prosperous after the Battle of Lightscar. In honor of the hero Hu-Nar who gave his gave his life to save his people, they named the first city after him. It was a crude fort near the Lightscar, just in case an evil force emerged from the crator. Across the Vast Plains other human towns began to grow, and some even started farming! Despite their good fortune, the protectors at Hu-Nar knew eventually war would come again...


I was planning my next move. I needed to regrow the Dogarr, only this time they would have stonefire giants as their allies. I also ordered my Dogarr to begin building tunnels and chambers underneath my mountain to house my soldiers, prisoners, and weapons. One of my generals suggested I call those chambers dungeons and I immeaditely had him tortured to death! What an idiotic name! My next war will be fought above and below the surface. Somehow, I will free the Destroyer...


After the battle of Lightscar the Primevans start to grow, and new cities are built. Primevans do not multiply as quickly as the Humans, but their people start to expand. Some desire to create settlements in other lands. One group of explorers decides to explore the jungles in the south. I am their creator god, but I do not control them. Some Primevans even begin to worship other gods. I spend less time with them, but as I answer their prayers. I speak to them in dreams now, and I try to prepare them for the Next War..


Dungeon Kobold wrote:

As the elves begin to build and grow in number, they find themselves enjoying a period of extraordinary luck and fortune. Little do they know one of the platinum dragons has tunneled beneath the World Tree's roots, bringing great fertility to the soil—and the people who live off it.

Meanwhile, an aluminum dragon, mistaken for platinum, is shot and killed by one of the hunters of Hutan. And then there were eighteen.

The Murmur is silent, watching the peace and prosperity with drooping eyelids.

He begins to snore.

The Human hunters keep the body of the aluminun dragon. They built a shrine around the body. The hunters create a Dragon Tribe, and within the tribe a dragon cult developes. The cult begins to find a way to take the essence of the Aluminum Dragon's powers...


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A city in the sky, a city on the ground, a city 'neath the stone. I, Carlock, am inspired once more. I reach up and pluck a cloud from the sky and reverse it's essence. Instead of water in the air it becomes air within the water. This I tie to a stone and cast into the ocean.

My work is unfinished, snatching elves and humans and trees and townhouses I craft a city of willowy people with long limbs and webbed digits and cast them into the ocean. The stone cloud does its work, and the beings of the land learn to breathe under the sea. A city in the sea joins the others, and my spark of inspiration fades back into the hum of my mind.

The bipeds are angry, they rage, they beg, they pray. To those who pray I gift some of my fiery mind, a spark that drives or destroys.

My workshop calls, I walk on.


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Gorilla Grodd wrote:
Not all deities came into being as gods straight away, some (like myself) had to EARN our immortality!

...and yet others are cursed with it. Imagine hating life, the simple act of living itself bringing torment to your body and soul, as if trying to burst forth from inside but for your abject skin tautening to keep it's vile contents from spilling, an inflammation of organ and spirit, itching and irritable, swollen, unable to relieve of pressure, pressing outward and yet inward, pain from every conceivable crevice wreaking, wracking, wretched. Such it is to be a god cursed with eternal life and unable to die as rainzax, his paternal blight passed into his miserable gets, mocking life in it's crude imitation...


rainzax wrote:
Gorilla Grodd wrote:
Not all deities came into being as gods straight away, some (like myself) had to EARN our immortality!
...and yet others are cursed with it. Imagine hating life, the simple act of living itself bringing torment to your body and soul, as if trying to burst forth from inside but for your abject skin tautening to keep it's vile contents from spilling, an inflammation of organ and spirit, itching and irritable, swollen, unable to relieve of pressure, pressing outward and yet inward, pain from every conceivable crevice wreaking, wracking, wretched. Such it is to be a god cursed with eternal life and unable to die as rainzax, his paternal blight passed into his miserable gets, mocking life in it's crude imitation...

Come to my valley, Rainzax, and I shall end your suffering. Life is a disease, and I have the cure...


A lone Human hunter, Bo-Rak, hears my call and he journeys to the Lightscar. He knows that my artifact, the Spear of Humanity, that scattered the Amulet of Annihilation, is still whole and somewhere with the crator below. I teach him through dreams what he needs to know. I show him the way to the spear. Bo-Rak is a descendant of Hu-Nar...


Dungeon Kobold wrote:

I see the rapidly approaching war, and my scattered mind races. I have never dealt with Dogon before, but his presence fills me with dread. I decide to cast one more die before settling down to watch.

I will approach Axerus and propose a trick—a collaboration to prolong the so-called 'inevitable' (a concept that seems antithetical to my very being). Dogon could easily overpower me, even from afar, and I cannot pull off my brilliant scheme alone.

Let us combine our powers to tinker with Dogon's obsidian mountain. Let it change from the Destroyer's resting place to his prison. Let a sword be plunged into the highest peak, and until that sword is drawn out by one who does not serve Dogon, let the Destroyer never be able to leave. Though he may wage war against the Vandans, they will ultimately be able to escape when they realize this.

It matters little to me who the destined entity is, nor does it matter to me what the sword itself can do. But let us ensure that the Destroyer's escape be something not entirely in Dogon's power.

** spoiler omitted **

In the city of Primeva, a lone Primevan hears a Call. He has heard the words spoken to him before. His name is Alsakar, and he has had many dreams. He read the words of the prophecy, Let it change from the Destroyer's resting place to his prison. Let a sword be plunged into the highest peak, and until that sword is drawn out by one who does not serve Dogon, let the Destroyer never be able to leave.

Alsakar makes his preparations and he begins a long journey north. Now he knows what he must do, for he does not serve Dogon...


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All dimensional anchors destroyed, contact with the surface is limited to one gate in a high mountain vale and only once a year. The hatching will be soon, but as the child of my womb gets ready to awaken, the children of my blood fall asleep. Those with me in our world above fall into a torpor of safety and magical security. They do not wish to push boundaries or take risks for they can see the results below. Those in the world below lose more secrets of magic each year, forgetting ways of power and creation which they have not the resources or infrastructure to use. The citadel in the sky does not speak to me, nor the surviving airships of the now-clannish nomads most of my D'kin have become. I know nothing of its status.

Mapping continues, and as I sit in my nest I craft 3 final probes, strong enough to travel to the surface on their own, stealthy enough to observe a human city from within, smart enough to establish communication through unforeseen complications. One chases the titanic craftsman, one plumbs the depths of the Lightscar, and one follows the D'kin, that it may render assistance to their plight.

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Clan Sycanol grows weary, their base ship is faltering and will soon become adrift. Scouts discover a cavern with draconic symbols; perhaps a hidden supply base of old? The clan leader herself leads a team into the depths believing she might save her people. Her excited hopes are dashed when, after traps and wards and clockwork servitors, all she finds is a tomb. She smashes it open in a rage, her people are hungry, she lost family on this venture! The corpse within stirs as the Nameless One, first exile of the D'kin and father of Akron, awakens.

The first necromancer takes her life, but as he bends her shade to his will he learns of her plight. "Your people will live, but they shall serve my will," he says. Filled with new purpose, this lord of undeath takes a new name for himself; Irrumtus Auktor. He and his apprentices in necromancy secure food and supplies by taking them. "Let the children of the hunter be hunted," he chuckles to himself. But still he is troubled...what of his son?


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Never has such plight fallen upon the fair race since their very dawn, living untouched and at peace within their forest, favored by both fortune and nature. Dorcus' actions could not be forgiven, for each elf was a precious treasure to a race with such a small population and so low a birthrate. Saddened already by Ae's, their brother's, departure, a great score of elves are now pulled forcefully from their homes and families, dragged off beyond the horizon.

This grand crisis served as a crack in the shell of their make-believe cocoon of safety and superiority, from which individuals poured who's eyes had been opened to the wrongdoings of their mind-set. To them, Ae who had left his beloved kin behind to venture alone in a world unprotected by the World Tree and the Forest's denizens became a hero and a martyr. Following in his footsteps, countless young men and women came to the great tree for guidance... And so, as it was back in the very dawn of time, the Druids would begin their training once more.

Sovereign Court

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Though I am an evil god, in times of war even the deities that dare to oppose me have needed my power to turn the tide. But, I do not form these alliances out of good will - I only do it so that any future threat is eliminated before it develops - and I ALWAYS make sure my 'allies' know this. With this new conflict, I am aware that if Dogon the Destroyer were to be awoken my jungle home would be forfeited along with the rest of the world. So for now, I fight for the side of light and have joined a 'Council of Jungle Guardians' in order to protect my stronghold. However, once the war is over and I have successfully corrupted the other jungle spirits and deities to my cause, I will embark on a mighty conquest to reshape the world anew! And then, no one shall stand in my way, be they mortal...or god!


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...the lowest of divinity, rainzax the Directionless, God of Failed Ambitions and Those Left Behind, in turn abandons his created race, wretches as they are, failing even in failure to create a race more miserable than himself, serve only to remind him of his pitifully eternal life, and staring pale into the future of disappointment to come, will not homestead on this planet, this blasted accursed rock floating about in nothingness, for he, cursed to roam, an ugly wanderer, a sad nomad, a friendless vagabond, has bequeathed these traits unto his ill-begotten gets, cast from his presence forevermore, for even could they pray he would turn a deaf ear, that even the sound of spiritual prayer be grating to spiteful ears. "BE GONE" and with a wave of his hand, finding no respite in either Jakoberg's Garden of Mirrors nor the Great Forest of the elves, the gets travel to all corners, some stopping into the Valley of the Raven-Queen, and finding cruel pleasure in their natural ability to carry and propagate disease without succumbing to it themselves, a marked first temporarily quelling the hate inside, or giving it worldly expression?, a new generation of gets bearing spotted and incongruous plumage, others born without teeth but for a hard and cracked beak, yet others growing into backward bent knees, leaving behind a sickening trail of feathers and germs, and defecating clumpy white putrid ink, these third generation gets revel in the revile they leave in their wake...


Culex, Dark Knight of Vanda wrote:

Fire and light burns through the earth, breaching the surface and turning the living and the dead to ash and gemdust. For the first time since this wretched world's creation, Vanda sees the stars once again. At the place where the energy struck, a crater is formed, which soon floods with the ruby-silver fluid that fills our world - Vanda's very blood.

This wound, this Lightscar, is our mark and memory of this battle for eons to come.

Yet fight on we must and we do, by no means are we to surrender to annihilation! We unleash the dragon, our newborn Crystal Wyrm, after seizing from it the shards of gemstones from which successors, crystal drakes, will one day be born. These secure, the Wyrm is released with firm direction - to ravage the Dogarr, leaving not even corpses in its wake, returning the survivors of the plague menace to dust and nothing more.

Saying a prayer the Human warrior Bo-Rak entered the ruby-silver fluid that fills the Lightscar, and it he found that he did not need to breathe! His god, Hutan protected him. He swam and swam for how long he did not know, until he reached a cavern and he found a shore! It was a vast cavern, and he was breathing air once again. The ruby-silver fluid fell from him like old clothes. He prayed again and his god told him where to go. He felt the Spear of Destiny was ahead of him and he would reclaim it for all humans. He would weld the spear in the Next War, which would be more devastating the first. He began to walk...


Culex, Dark Knight of Vanda wrote:

This wound, this Lightscar, is our mark and memory of this battle for eons to come.

Yet fight on we must and we do, by no means are we to surrender to annihilation! We unleash the dragon, our newborn Crystal Wyrm, after seizing from it the shards of gemstones from which successors, crystal drakes, will one day be born. These secure, the Wyrm is released with firm direction - to ravage the Dogarr, leaving not even corpses in its wake, returning the survivors of the plague menace to dust and nothing more.

Yes, the Crystal Wyrm did ravage my Dogarr, and we were driven underground. Even now it hurts the eyes of them to venture out into the sunlight. No matter. We simply went underground. My dungeons, as others have called them, are vast. Even I do not know them all. They have spread out across the Underworld. Creatures dark and foul are attracted to them, and they are welcomed. I have heard a Call, and it was not from me. I called forth the giants from their earthly graves, and now many of them serve me. Some do not, but that matters not! They will attack from the surface. They will be the vanguards when the Destroyer is released, and even now I see that it is inevitable. Someone who does not serve me will climb the Obsidian Mountain and pull forth the sword! Then the destruction of the land above will begin. ALL SHALL BE DESTROYED! So be it...


After the end of the First War many of the survivors came to the Labyrinth of Light. I taught them the ways of light, and they began to write down my teachings on sacred scrolls. Those scrolls were then put together into a Codex. I wrote it my language, but I found that others did not understand it. That would be a problem in the future that must be solved. There needs to be some sort of "Common Tongue" that all of the races could easily learn and understand.

I began to train and then set forth Missionaries, and their task was to spread the faith and the teachings of the light. They took their holy Codex's with them. I blessed them and wept as they left.

Soon many of the races came to live around the Labyrinth, and within time a city was created around it. They called it Lighton, and I agreed that it was a good name. I am glad they did not name it after me.

I spend my days praying and fearful of the Next War. The First War was devastating, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The upcoming war will not be as easy. I truly fear this young world will not survive it. Sacrifices will have to be made.


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Ae had come to this city of Lighton seeking wisdom from other philosophies and other religions. However as Law is the pinnacle of order and the substance that binds Man to Man, it is also a net in which one can get caught, warded off from his goal.

Ae's attempts to enter the Maze were not entertained, for he lacked permission to do so. Perplexed at such a concept, the elf found a hillside view overlooking the city and the maze, meditating on the concept of Law and Civilization.

"What is the true meaning of Civilization? What is the purpose of Law?" - asked the druid of no one in particular, searching the answer to this question with both mind and spirit.


I send a servant of my own to pull the sword out of the mountain to release the destroyer.


KillaBot wrote:
I send a servant of my own to pull the sword out of the mountain to release the destroyer.

That is OK, but can you please be a bit more specific? Farael (the actual poster me) has send out Alsakar, and he will probably want to fight your servant in some way. A good description would be very helpful here.


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Subspace perturbations, champions enter the space between cause and effect. They must face challenges of their own as well as each other. I wink away these thoughts, the gate and key are no longer my concern. A Mesa stands before me, its heart a nexus of the web-strands of thought and idea. I step to the side, and enter the realm of dreaming. Here i shall have made my workshop, here I shall make wonders and nightmares.

A flaw arises, a temporal thread I cannot see stretches back forwards into the unknown. I will be so angry when I notice it.

The spark spreads among my faithful, or perhaps those touched by it become faithful, causality grows slippery here. An artist in a dungeon learns the sublime beauty of creation and drives his fellows to forsake their God of destruction; an arcanist in Lighton develops weapons of brilliant energy, a crystalline soldier of Vanda sings songs of such sadness the make his fellows shatter with sorrow.

The forge breathes, the metal heats, and my hands begin to craft a new life.


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I am a traveler. They call me the god of travelers, and that is good with me, just as long as I don't have to stay in one place too long. I often feel my worshippers pray to me and take a part of my divinity to answer their prayers, etc. I am used to it. As long as I am traveling, I am okay.
I found this world by accident. I had just left my previous world because some idiot/god destroyed it, so I had to quickly find a new place to roam. Look, I am a god, but even I have limitations. I can't stay in the Void forever, or I will end up in the Graveyard of the Gods. Lucky for me, I was Called here.
I have ended up walking around the main continent of this world (both the continent and world are currently nameless), because they rest of it isn't exactly defined. I have been on worlds like that. Whoever the Creator, or Creators, of this world are, they have not gotten around to making those parts yet. This large land is getting to be pretty well defined, but there are places to the far west, south, and north that are not. I guess that big crater filled that ruby colored goo would be considered the center, but it really isn't.
There is an ocean to the east, but the folks here don't know yet that there another continent across it, plus a bunch of islands in-between. To the far south are jungle (and this giant gorilla god), but there is also another continent south of this one that is a lot hotter and much weirder.
To the far west is a vast hinterland with some very dangerous folks. I may avoid that area for now.
To the far north is a frozen land, past that Obsidian Mountain, with really cold people and living glaciers. I "see" someone calling it Ralopa, but it has other names. As I said, a lot is still undefined, but it will eventually get there. That's when I have to move on. Time to start walking...


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That dragon, which looks more like a metal hydra, isn't hunting the Dogarr anymore. The conflicts of it's original substance, crystals, and my worm people, have driven it delightfully mad. It is now trying to cut a great hole to let the crystal people out. This will destroy the planet, but rebuilding is not in my portfolio. I am already sending select creations to other planes where I am establishing a toehold. The worm people who have been swayed to other gods, and the worm riddled undead who have been dominated by evil clerics, are on their own.
I joined the nature god's council of gods, because they let me. Some of my worm people have even embraced druidism. All the other Deities and things can fight and or prepare for the apocalypse and new world building as they see fit.


Trevor, is that you? I thought you died with everyone else on my last world. So I'm an idiot god now? That oddly makes me laugh. I am use to destroying things, but have no skill with witty comebacks. I accidently blew up that world. For this world my goal is to keep destroying....and letting other gods create people and places so I can then destroy them again. Its all about creation and destruction now. Oh, don't get me wrong, I am going to destroy you, but I hope another god will then resurrect you so the process can start over again...

Sovereign Court

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Dogon! I shall NOT let you destroy the world, while I still dwell here!

*Looks at temporary allies.*

No, I'm not changing my ways, I'm defending the world only so that I can conquer it.

*Turns back to Dogon.*

However, I offer a compromise. You wish to destroy worlds? Well then, I just so happen to be in possession of a rare ore that allows whole worlds to be created. So, leave my home alone and the ore is yours!


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In the city of Primeva, a lone Primevan hears a Call. He has heard the words spoken to him before. His name is Alsakar, and he has had many dreams. He read the words of the prophecy, Let it change from the Destroyer's resting place to his prison. Let a sword be plunged into the highest peak, and until that sword is drawn out by one who does not serve Dogon, let the Destroyer never be able to leave.

Alsakar makes his preparations and he begins a long journey north. Now he knows what he must do, for he does not serve Dogon...

Alsakar makes his way north. He is a skilled magic-user and warrior, so he is able to travel invisible (or in another form) as needed, and kill when necessary. As I write this he is traveling through the human lands making his way to the mountains. In the far north past Mt. Dogon is the Obsidian Mountain and at it's peak is a sword stuck into it holding back the Destroyer. He still does not know who is Calling him; he only knows it is not Dogon. Alsakar continues...


Gorilla Grodd wrote:

Dogon! I shall NOT let you destroy the world, while I still dwell here!

*Looks at temporary allies.*

No, I'm not changing my ways, I'm defending the world only so that I can conquer it.

*Turns back to Dogon.*

However, I offer a compromise. You wish to destroy worlds? Well then, I just so happen to be in possession of a rare ore that allows whole worlds to be created. So, leave my home alone and the ore is yours!

Hahahahahahahahahaha! I gladly accept your compromise Gorilla God or Grodd. I am quite certain I can find a good use for that rare ore. I will settle for just destroying the people, creatures, buildings, and other stuff of this world, but not the entire world itself. HOWEVER, there are forces at work that may end up destroying the world anyway. I am no longer in control the DESTROYER, and someone is on his way to the peak of the Obsidian Mountain to pull that sword...

Sovereign Court

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Then it shall be ME! And once I have claimed the sword, I will challenge my new found ally Asmodias for control of Hell itself and wage war with the other gods killing them all bar the goddesses who I shall take to be my wives! Because, I am not content to rule over just FIVE domains (animal, evil, rage, strength, knowledge), I seek to rule over ALL of the domains!


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Dragon Tracker:
Original Count: 20 dragons (13 silver/gold/copper/aluminum, 7 platinum)

Dragons Slain:

1 aluminum dragon killed by Hutan's hunters, now has a cult around it.
1 gold dragon killed by the Amulet of Annihilation

Dragons In Action:
1 silver dragon captured by Vanda, driven insane by crystals and worms.
1 platinum dragon serving Axerus, currently near Labyrinth of Light.
1 platinum dragon in the roots of the World Tree.
1 platinum dragon who apparently impregnated Bo-Ring of Seven, now with tons of magic gear. Current whereabouts unknown; alimony lawsuit pending.

Current Count: 18 (11 unlucky, 7 lucky)

Hutan the Hunter wrote:
Dungeon Kobold wrote:

As the elves begin to build and grow in number, they find themselves enjoying a period of extraordinary luck and fortune. Little do they know one of the platinum dragons has tunneled beneath the World Tree's roots, bringing great fertility to the soil—and the people who live off it.

Meanwhile, an aluminum dragon, mistaken for platinum, is shot and killed by one of the hunters of Hutan. And then there were eighteen.

The Murmur is silent, watching the peace and prosperity with drooping eyelids.

He begins to snore.

The Human hunters keep the body of the aluminun dragon. They built a shrine around the body. The hunters create a Dragon Tribe, and within the tribe a dragon cult developes. The cult begins to find a way to take the essence of the Aluminum Dragon's powers...

The cult finds this quite impossible. Through death (and death alone), the entropic magics of the metal wyrms are removed from existence, bringing a little bit of balance back into a bruised reality. The ill fortune cannot be retrieved, as it no longer exists.

Goth Guru wrote:
While other deities were busy retrenching, some of my most gifted worm people performed the ritual deep in a mountain(Worm Mountain). Some adventurers attacked, but their low levels made them more sacrifices. When the magic died down, I was remade, as a full diety, and one rogue lived to tell the tale.

This rogue's name was Scratch, and he was one of a small number that paid casual homage to the God of Luck.

Even as Dogon began to abandon his plan for total destruction, the dead were growing bolder and bolder. The wormspawn were becoming more numerous, and from Worm Mountain they began to scatter as their god walked again.

Good luck followed the rogue as he fled ahead of the horde, warning the people of neighboring towns. And below the surface of the earth, one of the remaining six great Platinum Dragons burrowed after him. It gave him the luck to avoid the undead wandering the Deadwood Swamp that surrounded the mountain. But the dragon itself was being pursued, for other things crawled beneath the surface of the earth, and they longed to enslave a second of the elusive creatures.

Goth Guru wrote:
That dragon, which looks more like a metal hydra, isn't hunting the Dogarr anymore. The conflicts of it's original substance, crystals, and my worm people, have driven it delightfully mad. It is now trying to cut a great hole to let the crystal people out.

The dragon digs, half-dead, half-alive, all free will long since stripped of it. It has become the perfect tool. Little more than a machine.

But who, indeed, does it serve?

Far, far away, a young druid sits upon a hill.

As Ae sits there, he hears a hiss behind him.

A dragon has emerged from the ground, though there is no displaced earth in its wake. The dragon is of purest platinum, shimmering, reflecting the soft colors of the rising sun. A feeling of safety and trust settles into Ae as he gazes into the creature's seven pairs of glowing eyes.

~The Labyrinth of Light cuts into the earth,~ the wyrm whispers. ~This is a land of metal and wheels, of worked stone and felled trees. Look into the past. See what devastation comes to the land when such cities are built. This place does not hold the answers you seek.~

~If you truly wish to help your kindly god, you must commit acts that are not kind in his name. You must protect him, and your family, and your people, and your world.~

The dragon's eyes glitter, and though Ae cannot see it, anyone else watching would see a look of purest menace and hatred pass from them, seeking to settle into Ae's heart. This is Axerus's dragon, the One in Twenty, the agent of deception and cruelty. Leafar and the World Tree both feel their vision of the young druid clouding as he is temporarily blocked from their power.

~You must strike Lighton down into the dust it sprang from,~ the seven heads murmur, their voices as sweet as trickling honey. ~YOU MUST BURN IT DOWN.~

And still, the Murmur sleeps.


Gorilla Grodd wrote:
Then it shall be ME! And once I have claimed the sword, I will challenge my new found ally Asmodias for control of Hell itself and wage war with the other gods killing them all bar the goddesses who I shall take to be my wives! Because, I am not content to rule over just FIVE domains (animal, evil, rage, strength, knowledge), I seek to rule over ALL of the domains!

Alsokar arrived at the base of the Obsidion Mountain, and he began his climb. He continued to hear the Call. At the peak was the sword and his destiny...


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The Druid stared in awe and amazement at the great platinum beast before him, being cut off from his god and patron so subtly and softly, that even he, the most devout, did not notice. Looking back at the great city, the Druid looked upon it and saw visions of great forests being felled, of land being struck with metal objects and of the earth being drilled for ore of all kinds. Deep hatred settled in the druid's heart as his lips pursed and his form seethed.

Yet, his nature, as all elves, is fundamentally good. Just as the Druid would fall into darkness, he seemed to recover for just one moment, turning to ask the beautiful dragon.

"But, Great Dragon, is not this place that of Leafar, The Lord of Light? Does not he wish only good upon the world and its many creatures? Is it truly right to hate his city...?"


Gulian wrote:

The Druid stared in awe and amazement at the great platinum beast before him, being cut off from his god and patron so subtly and softly, that even he, the most devout, did not notice. Looking back at the great city, the Druid looked upon it and saw visions of great forests being felled, of land being struck with metal objects and of the earth being drilled for ore of all kinds. Deep hatred settled in the druid's heart as his lips pursed and his form seethed.

Yet, his nature, as all elves, is fundamentally good. Just as the Druid would fall into darkness, he seemed to recover for just one moment, turning to ask the beautiful dragon.

"But, Great Dragon, is not this place that of Leafar, The Lord of Light? Does not he wish only good upon the world and its many creatures? Is it truly right to hate his city...?"

Leafar hears the druid speak his name and he blesses him.

"Blessed are you, my friend, for rejecting darkness for Light!"
Leafar then prays, and from the far north come seven White Dragons who have accepted the Light. They tell Leafar they will protect Lighton.
He is pleased.


Alsokar is half way up the Obsidion Mountain. He has never climbed a mountain before, but he...casts spells that help him. He is able to ignore the need of sleep as he climbs, only stopping to eat, drink, and meditate as needed. He has heard the stories of what will happen when he pulls the sword, but Alsokar doesn't care. He keeps hearing the Call...


Bo-Rak slowly makes his way through the seemingly endless caverns beneath the Lightscar, guided by the voice of Hutan. Instead of fighting any creatures, or Vandans, that come close to him, Hutan tells him where to go and hide. He knows that in the center of this world is another Crystal world of the Vanda, but the Spear of Humanity is not there. He knows it is close, and he knows he will need it soon to inspire his fellow Humans. The next war is coming, and it will be far more terrible than the First War...


Dungeon Kobold wrote:

** spoiler omitted **

Hutan the Hunter wrote:
Dungeon Kobold wrote:

As the elves begin to build and grow in number, they find themselves enjoying a period of extraordinary luck and fortune. Little do they know one of the platinum dragons has tunneled beneath the World Tree's roots, bringing great fertility to the soil—and the people who live off it.

Meanwhile, an aluminum dragon, mistaken for platinum, is shot and killed by one of the hunters of Hutan. And then there were eighteen.

The Murmur is silent, watching the peace and prosperity with drooping eyelids.

He begins to snore.

Quote:
The Human hunters keep the body of the aluminun dragon. They built a shrine around the body. The hunters create a Dragon Tribe, and within the tribe a dragon cult developes. The cult begins to find a way to take the essence of the Aluminum Dragon's powers...
Quote:
The cult finds this quite impossible. Through death (and death alone), the entropic magics of the metal wyrms are removed from existence, bringing a little bit of balance back into a bruised reality. The ill fortune cannot be retrieved, as it no longer exists.

Unable to take the essence of the Aluminum Dragon power, the cult begins to pray for it's resurrection. They know Hutan will not answer their prayers, so they pray to another, more primal, Dragon Goddess,hoping she will answer their prayers. This is the first time on this world that some humans begin to pray to other gods, and Hutan finds it disturbing...


Gorilla Grodd wrote:
Then it shall be ME! And once I have claimed the sword, I will challenge my new found ally Asmodias for control of Hell itself and wage war with the other gods killing them all bar the goddesses who I shall take to be my wives! Because, I am not content to rule over just FIVE domains (animal, evil, rage, strength, knowledge), I seek to rule over ALL of the domains!

You are challenging ME for control of The Hells? I think not, Gorilla! Come to the Hells if you dare, or perhaps I will bring them to you...

Sovereign Court

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By all means, Asmodias, I relish the thought of primal fury induced combat! However, it will have to wait as my fellow councilmen wish for me to stay in the jungle and serve as 'home defence' but I WILL find a way to claim that sword and any thing I my eyes lay upon!

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