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GrimMagister

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((Bios look pretty good.

Inferi, I DO want your character’s “older-self” to be a little less though. Mostly because the role you’ve given it is something I kind of want to belong to Fates, more or less.
VERY old gods, like the very first gods, are things that were created before humanity and I would rather keep those in a box for now. So the oldest I’d like your god to be is like, the first generation of human-created god.

If we look at the “oldest gods” being things like Gaia and Uranus, then, we would look at the first generation after that, of being things like Cronus and the other Titans. So still, pretty dang old..

This is all only important because I have some potential plot possibilities that I’m worried your character might interfere with if it was around back then.

There ARE more than one god responsible for the same things though. For example, there are more than one war god, love god, moon god, so on and so forth. So my suggestion is that we simply make yours on the same vein as the fates, in the same way that Cronus was a king god, and then Jupiter was also a king god.

Touch up your bio a tad, however you see fit. I’ll add you to the player’s list.

Xefaro, very interesting looking character. I will add you to the player’s list as well.

Fysyx, That’s perfectly alright! I WOULD suggest that you BEGIN with a regular divine character and create your human later, BUT if you’re heart is really set on starting with a human, then I’ll come up with a bio format for you to use so that you can start that way, and I’ll go ahead and create a mortal character for myself as well so that I have a way of helping to guide a plot line for you.
Let me know what you would like to do.))

((I’m going to post on another thread of mine here in a minute, and then I will return here and get things started. Thank you everyone!))

19-Nov-2014 05:11:21

GrimMagister

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((I’ve taken your advice and added everyone’s affiliation to the players’ list.
I’ve also added an entry for “Divine Powers” in the list of important terms.))

((Now, let’s begin.))

Bastet clutched a handful of pine needles in her hand- long fingers squeezing out the scent of them- they were last of Ambriel’s realm, and it had taken her a great deal of power to save them from dying as their creator did…

She wished so badly to prevent another murder from occurring, it was well worth the power spent, but she needed rest, and prayers to restore her.
With what little power she had left, she willed the pine needles to the realms of other gods- if they would have them (for some gods kept their worlds sealed and private)
She would need allies if she was to search for answers, and she would need help if she were try and prevent others from ending as Ambriel had, only moments ago.

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Elatha sat on his throne- stone and silver twisted around a knotted tree in a tall circular room, dappled with lapis stones and hung with fine blue curtains that shimmered with galaxies and stars. Over his throne, a full moon hung at the top of the room, lighting the throne room with silver and white light.

He breathed in the prayers of ancient Celts who saw the same full moon over their homes, and sighed in his contentment.

The door opened, and his eyes moved did as well, to fall on his daughter as she entered.

Bres was as beautiful as her father, pale skinned and golden haired. They both appeared to be in their late twenties despite the eons of years he carried over her.

“Father, My Lord,” she said, reaching out to him.
He reached out to take her hand, but rather than grasp his, she handed him a single pine needle. “This came for you.”

As he touched it, he smelled the scent of pine trees and saw the world of Ambriel dissolve before his eyes. “This is from the lady of cats,” he said softly. “Ambriel has died*” he said as he realized.

“Who is that?”

19-Nov-2014 05:51:11

GrimMagister

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“A small god… but a good one,” her father answered. “Bastet is looking for help.”

“I will go to her then,” Bres offered.

“No, sweet child of mine,” Elatha said. He stood, and deep blue robes, dotted with silver thread formed over his white tunic. “She is looking for ones who can travel to worlds you cannot survive in… the Story requires diving intervention. She needs gods,” he said. "Stay here, I fear I will be absent for some time and I do not want my realm to be left unattended."

She bowed softly. "Be safe," she said.

"And you, my dear," Elatha answered before kissing his daughter gently on her bowing forehead.
He took one step, and in doing so, left his realm, and walked into Bast's which was open and awaiting him.

19-Nov-2014 05:51:23 - Last edited on 19-Nov-2014 06:26:17 by GrimMagister

Fysyx

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((Fysyx, That’s perfectly alright! I WOULD suggest that you BEGIN with a regular divine character and create your human later, BUT if you’re heart is really set on starting with a human, then I’ll come up with a bio format for you to use so that you can start that way, and I’ll go ahead and create a mortal character for myself as well so that I have a way of helping to guide a plot line for you.
Let me know what you would like to do.))

((I know that it would be extra work for you, but I'd truly like to start as a human. It wouldn't have to be for too long. He'll be a meteorologist by day and a jazz musician by night. I'll start writing general information type things, and when I get your preferred bio, I'll plug it all in. Is that alright?)) 404 SIGNATURE NOT FOUND

19-Nov-2014 12:25:07

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The needle floated lazily into the realm, among the scattered books that made up the world. It landed atop a book near the three faced and six armed man, the left eye on the left face looked down at the needle before all three mouths sighed in union. "Huh, that is a new story." Said the left mouth, "I disagree, this isn't a story but a legend about the creation. This is her call for help in the story." The right mouth mused, "I forget, did they say that they wanted to take part in this story?"

The third arm on the left side came up and scratched the belly of Leozaren, "He knows already doesn't he?" Said the right mouth, "Yup, well it is about time we should let the-..."

All three mouths fell silent as a young child wandered into the room, he was dressed in white clothing, a fancy button down shirt and dress pants. His hair was also white and his eyes were blood-shot red.

"Bastet called for me?" He looked over towards the pine atop the books, "So I guess it is time to see this story come to a close, *h old chap?" He chuckled as he looked up to Leozaren who was writing feverishly away at the lies that were told in the world, "Have fun my friend, keep the realm nice... And do organize my books."

Leozaren gave him no response, what one was there to give? The god of Lies was getting ready to join the story, he knew that the story was coming to an end if he was even being called to help. The only thing to watch for now is to how he will play to end the story.

19-Nov-2014 22:22:30

Inferi

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The library was quiet as usual, the only noise being the soft footsteps of the white-robed young woman as she strode past the bookcases. She never stopped, for she had learned long ago the futility of attempting to find a word in any of the books. It mattered not that a blindfold covered her eyes, or that they could not see anyways, for Eleria had given her other ways to perceive the world that were far more accurate an exacting than simple sight. No, the books would never write even a single letter for her, and she would never wish for them to. Their knowledge was incomplete, and it had driven many people searching for something mad.

No, she was content to use the library for simply a place of residence, somewhere to come back to when the rest of Eonfold had no place for her. Its worlds and realms gave her plenty of space to watch, and occasionally somewhere that she could intervene. There were few of these occasions, for she and Eleria were watchers rather than creators and destroyers, but they did exist. Even watchers had a role to play, and they were more at liberty to choose their role than most.

A few steps more and Sameya paused. Few others would notice the smallest shift in the air, something unnoticeable to any mortal and even most gods, but her intimate familiarity with this realm made it easy to see. There was something here that had not been only moments before, and it was here for a reason.

A second later, one of the nearby books, a volume with a snow-white cover, slid off the shelf and landed on the floor. It hit directly on its spine, balanced there for a moment, and then fell open, revealing blank pages as it usually did. What it revealed that was not normal, however, was a needle of pine lying directly in the middle of the page. It matched what she felt, and so Sameya knelt down, picking it up and turning it over between her fingers a few times.

The needle caused a few images to appear in her mind, but none of them made a great deal of sense. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

20-Nov-2014 03:49:40

Inferi

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What she did gather was that it was a message, and a message calling for help. It didn't take much to realize that it had been sent here for the owner of this realm, and so she picked up the book, closed it, and placed it back on the shelf. Calling to Eleria was unnecessary, for the deity would know about this already.

Sure enough, a moment later there was the noise of footfalls and a soft scraping caused by a dragging robe and Eler*a appeared from around the end of a bookcase that had not existed moments before. Humming to herself as she walked up, the little girl made a small motion with her hand and the needle vanished from Sameya's and reappeared there.

"
Hmm. A warning, threat, and plea for help. Quite possibly not intended as the first two, but nonetheless a clear example of each.
" she said, closing her hand around the needle as she looked up at her acolyte. "
It seems someone wants an end to the Story, and the cat woman isn't willing to let that happen just yet. She wants allies, and this is a warning of what may happen should we deny her call.
"

"
And you're going.
" Sameya stated. It was clear that Eleria wasn't going to ignore this, as it was precisely the type of thing she would interfere in.

"
Correct. If this becomes serious, I may need you, but for now I don't believe the worlds will be particularly amenable to your presence. It may be difficult for us to be well received right now.
" Eleria replied. "
You'll know if it is necessary.
"

And wish a swish of her overly large robe, the Record Keeper turned and vanished around the end of the bookcase. Sameya knew better than to try and follow, for the bookcase would just stretch on forever and Eleria would already have left the library, headed to whatever realm the needle had called her to. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

20-Nov-2014 03:49:45

Xefaro

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Atop the hill that was his realm, Shango played.

He was a tempest embodied—a being of raging atmosphere and untamable turbulence. At the crest of the hill, he floated just above the centermost slab of stone, as did his djembe. Despite his chaotic form, his gargantuan hands played the drum before him with concentrated finesse. His strokes were massive and flourishing, but never was a beat out of place. Each hit was thunder. A sea of clouds churned wildly around the hilltop, pulsating with the flashing of lightning.

His six eyes remained closed during his playing, so that he may hear with more clarity… Hear the voices of his people and the Monomono below. To the high north and deep south, where the rainforests sprawled, Shango brought about great deluges so that the plants, animals, and spirits therein may grow.

Turning to the west, Shango felt the pull of the ocean. His playing crescendoed. To the waters, he sent a great maelstrom, for Olokun, god of the deep sea, spoke of wicked men that traversed the ocean, taking prisoners. Shango aided his brother in keeping the waters pure.

Shango then turned to the east, from which he heard many voices, pleading for rain. A drought plagued the savannahs, but Shango sensed the presence of grandfather Olurun, supreme god over Shango and his siblings, god of the heavens, the sky, and the sun. The drought was his doing, Shango knew, and to act contrarily to Olurun’s intent would only incur further wrath. So Shango’s playing fell to a soft rhythm upon the drumhead, bringing a light rain to the people, for this he knew would be acceptable by his grandfather. The rain would not be of much use, but a small solace nonetheless.

20-Nov-2014 04:19:16 - Last edited on 20-Nov-2014 04:22:46 by Xefaro

Xefaro

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For the people feared famine and they feared Sopona, as they called him, brother of Shango and god of disease. His sacred name was Babalu-Aye, but the people dared not call him such out of reverence. He tread the Earth, for that much he ruled, and spread blight, but also healed said afflictions as he deemed necessary. Thus he was known as “the one who kills and is thanked for it.”

But then Shango sensed a different presence altogether, one that he felt immediately existed within his realm itself.

He opened his eyes, and his playing halted. The booming clouds around his hill slowly lost their fervor as the lightning and thunder faded away. The silence was as massive as the playing.

A ram emerged from below, trotting steadfast up the incline. Its wool was sopping wet, but it seemed not to mind. The beast stopped before the still floating Shango and bowed its head. Hanging from its teeth was a single pine needle.

The ram opened its mouth, as if to drop the needle, but the sliver of green instead hung in the air shortly, before floating slowly towards Shango, landing gracefully upon the drumhead’s center. The god looked from the needle, to the ram, whose head remained bowed. With a wave of the hand, Shango dismissed the creature, then picked up the needle delicately with two fingers. He immediately felt its divinity surge through his body, briefly receiving an image of its former home. A realm, of a god, now gone, forever.

Shango closed his fingers around the needle, sighing a great wind. Solitary as he may have been, Shango still felt a degree of respect for the other gods, even those that ruled other Lands and the rest of the Eonfold. To learn that one of his kind had perished was most grave.

It was not often that the African god was approached by those outside of his own pantheon. He saw over a humble sect of the Earth, of which the people were easily forgotten or ignored. And to be contacted by Bastet, no less… He let the pine needle drift away.

20-Nov-2014 04:20:04 - Last edited on 20-Nov-2014 06:35:48 by Xefaro

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