Divinity [IC | Closed]

[Novas Arcanum]

World Mountains

Terrana stared at the vast wealth she had brought forth.The gold and silver gleamed with the beauty of the sun it could provide wealth and prosperity to thousands of people.She grabbed a moderate portion of the wealth, and soon swallowed it for safe keeping then she teleported in a flash of light.

Soon she would be in Delenium.She had a plan that might just work.

Action:Teleport outside of Delenium

[Lisbane]

"There is no greater gift than that of eternal peace"

Mortem felt the village fall silent, his animations stood still with their orders fulfilled. Whether his meditation had worked or not, he didn't know, and cared for little. He decided to take a look around the town, to lay eyes upon the hundreds of corpses that littered the town, and watch the smoke rise as the town burned in the dying light of dusk. As he did this, the twinkle of exposed gemstone and gold in the sun soon caught his eye, he looked to the World Mountains above, he had never seen this before, and he knew the World Mountains too well for this to be any natural phenomenon.

He ordered his animations forward, and their puppet like walking commenced, Mortem walked calmly at the front, his eyes fixed on that most unnatural rock of gemstones and gold. He thought to himself, who could summon such a thing? He then came to a conclusion, there must be some other godly power in this world, for no man could uncover such a bountiful amount of gem and gold, and then leave on a mountain. He could make out the outline of a beautiful figure, who seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, and so, he hastened his climb, the animations following their master in their strange gait.

Action: Attempt to reach these gemstones, and the figure who seemed to be near them

[Auphelia]

The warlord contemplated Alia for a minute and more as her power swirled about her, eyes veiled. Her display was undeniable, his court wizards and wisemen suitably impressed. Eventually he spoke, his dark mane shaking in negation.

"I already have a wife to my name, Morgana, if that is your true name- I have heard another from the guards who you spoke with upon first arriving in this city. You have power. That is good. If you will serve, you will profit. If not, you will learn how great an enemy I can be."

A snap of his fingers, and a glance to one side. A young man with hair the color of crimson flame stood forward, bowing low before the Tyrant's gaze.

"This is Ados, chief of my sorcerers. Already he begins to unlock the secrets of this library." A gesture, and the young man held out a palm, fire manifesting within his grasp. Around him courtiers and merchants shrank back in amazement, but the magician seemed to handle the elemental magic easily enough.

"You will teach him and his, and if you teach him well, you will be richly rewarded."

Her eyes continued to glow and the words swirled around her. She contemplated, and then laughed.

"As you wish."

She did not bow to him, but raised her hands at the sorcerers.

"Follow me, to learn the knowledge I hold within."

She briskly turned, gliding out of the Tyrant's court followed by a group of ten sorcerers, all in various states of nervousness and awe except for Ados.

She made her way through the castle and to the outer court, and made her way through the crowd surrounding it. Her aura was still strong, and the crowd parted before her. She made her way to the entrance of the library and called out to all who were within, utilising the amazing acoustics of the space to amplify her voice easily.

"Leave this place, mortals, for your King demands it. As do I."

She raised her hands and more letters swirled, her eyes glowing a deeper red. The crowd began to move out, and once it was empty she turned to the sorcerers.

"Now we must meditate. It is the key to becoming one with the knowledge."

She sat with her legs crossed, and began to restore all of the energy lost over the past day.

Action: Evacuate the library and meditate to restore energy

[Ralnis]

Forbidden Alchemy as it was called. Weapons that can do more damage than just killing a man. The type of power that was used for self-defense but the consequences were too destructive than a life loss. Yatzang used this to save us at first and even he regretted the decision. However, between our survival and having peace, or continuously being chained and hound because we have the power of Alchemy. Too me, I rather be free to be with our god, no matter what.
- Acolyte Xi, Foundings of Forbidden Alchemy

Poxinza,
Yatzang's Lab

The potion had mixed results. Some warriors had became docile when they first took the flask but others were still fighting it. Yatzang walked in his humanoid form, looking in the eyes of those who first came to enact war on either Nemos or the Huli Jing, now were stunned and fighting to move their muscles and grip their copper weapons. The foxes eyes were a mix of anger and sadness as his mind was conflicted as he did this and continue his walks as his tail swished in irritation.

" I thought we had a deal Chang," Yatzang said with anger," I thought we would share a sense of brotherhood, an alliance between my people and the village. I didn't expect to have superhuman warriors on top of healing people but you had the gall to force me to give you a blessing?"

The fox shook his head," If you hadn't threatened my people, the people who still had homes here, then I would've considered it. You had my deepest sympathies and to return the people who had been enslaved from the Tyrant would've been my upmost pleasure, all I needed was for you to keep your word. I want my people to walk in town without those that hate me come to kill them, but when the leadership decided to force my hand."

Yatzang sighs as he knew that Chang wanted to kill him, if he could kill him. He started to write in his notes to examine the effects of the charm and against the willpower of those who are actively trying to fight the magic. He started to look through his ingredients for enhancers to complete the process of mental servitude. An enhanced charm potion will need to be tested but, like everything that he has been doing, have large-scale effects on the village. However he needed to do this, if not then the leadership will seek to kill him and his followers.

The followers begin to work the improved potions. The lab being cluttered with 50 people coming in and out as rituals were being made with more improved power in hopes of finishing off the willpower of the leadership to control the village. Yatzang also added something to make it more permanent, to tamper with the spirit and make them devote their lives to the fox. It was something he thought that it wouldn't needed to be added but he needed his religion to be cemented in the village and should have the warriors to defend alchemists.

His divine blood was a powerful agent for the transformation of the spirit and the body. It was very potent, very versatile and if the potion succeeds then he will have something worthwhile. The potions were made and the fox ordered Chang and the rest of the leadership to drink the improved charm potions. This time in hopes of shackling the minds to fox's orders and to submit the control of the village underneath the Huli Jing.

Action: Use followers, acolytes, and the lab to make improve charm potions to finish off the willpower of Chang and his supporters to mind control them to take over the village.

[Camelone]

While more exhausted than he had ever been Dearthair Doiteain rose to his feet faster than he had ever done beforehand his joy at seeing them alive and healthy once more, he stumbled slightly due to the energy he exerted leaving him physically weak once more. He had done it, he had destroy the Bear's warband and brought men on the brink of death to full life once more all because of the blessing of the Maker he truly was the keeper of the Maker's flame.

"Of course, of course. I will control the flame of the Maker with much more diligence in the future. I am so glad to see you all alive and well, praise the Maker who has granted me the blessing." Dearthair Doiteain than looked down and around him "Perhaps we should return and get clothes, I may be the Keeper of the Flame but it's still rather nippy out." With that they began their walk back to the nearest friendly settlement, on that walk the men were in high spirits which would be expected after being brought back from the edge of death and they talked and joked among themselves.

When they reached the first signs of civilization they greeted the people with friendliness and invoked the right of hospitality by requesting some clothing which only a few of the warriors were able to cloth themselves, the ones that had the longest journey's back home. Looking over his warband Dearthair Doiteain smiled and spoke up.

"Brothers I thank you for standing alongside me against Lugh the Bear and all he represents but our job is not done yet. If we wish to see the land of peace and order that inspired you to follow me than we must spread the word, you have seen my power both of destruction and of giving life, signs that I am the Keeper of the Makers Flame. Go and spread the word, let us bring peace and order now through words so that our descendants will fear not the evil of the bandits and cruel. Brothers you have been chosen by the Maker, for he gave me the power to rekindle your flames, go forth to your homes and spread the word. May my flame comfort you."

Actions- Send the warriors back to their settlements and holds to spread the word of what happened and recruit new followers for the Keeper of the Flame

[Revlona]

It kept boiling, the rage could feel the power he now wielded around his body, it urged him to let it all go, to let te mortals feel the rage of the ocean

Magnifying his voice to a loud volume that could be heard for miles, Savarian said.

"The Maker has left you, I am Savarian, god of the Oceans, bow before it's might or it will destroy you."

"You have Disrespected the Ocean for too long, you shall bow or you shall die"

Action: Convince the Villagers to submit

[The Federation of Kendor]

Kurin

Etlu had just finished slaying the wolf pack. As a very experienced warrior, especially with his God status and war aspect, it was a very easy task for him. He simply cut down through the pack with his spear, without the pack being even able to touch and injure him. He then looked at his bloodied weapon, as well as the corpses of the pack, with a feeling of content and glory, before he turned around and saw the hunters, including Kiril and his father, Vladimir, catching up to him.

The head of the hunter then said, "It is very impressive. You were able to kill that pack, which troubled our town, with ease. We now think that you are perhaps a God of War, but you are certainly a formidable and excellent warrior. Anyway, I forget to introduce myself. How rude of me. My name is Ivan." Ivan then introduced Etlu to the hunters that accompanied him. Ivan then said to Etlu, "Now, we will take the wolves as a proof that you killed them. I will tell the town's elder about you and your exploit." Vladimir then said to Etlu, "You promised that you will train my son to become a great hunter and warrior. We must now train him."

After Vladimir said that sentence, the hunters that were led by Ivan left Etlu, Kiril, and Vladimir to tell the elder and brought the killed pack. Etlu and Vladimir then decided to train Kiril, starting with physical training and then having Kiril trained in hunting animals, hunting passive animals like deer first.

Actions: Along with Vladimir, Etlu will train Kiril with physical training first, before training him how to use a weapon to hunt a deer.

[Of the Quendi]

In the beginning there was only the great void that is chaos, from which all creation grew.

~ First Book of Lilithu ~

---

Outside the town of Ish'nar

At the pit Ishtarte waited a response from the pit-dwelling deity, but only for a moment. Then she got bored. She started making weird grimaces at the pit. Then she took a couple of dancing steps before full on waltzing around the pit, at once seductive and grotesque to observe. She batted her long eyelashes mischievously at the people worshipping the pit-dweller. Yet quickly the Chaosborn tired of these childish antics and came to a halt peering into the pit. "Booooooooooring." She moaned in a long sullen and infantile lamentation.

Only a few moments had passed since the goddess had spoken at the pit but she already seemed besides herself with boredom. From the wounds inflicted upon her by the people of Ish'nar a few drops of blood fell on the ground. Ishtarte looked at her wounds, seeming quite unperturbed by them. Then she shrugged sullenly, turned to face the pit once more. Its similarity to her own primordial element struck her and feeling a longing for that element with which she so strongly associated she closed her eyes and took deep breaths, breathing in the power of chaos from beyond the cosmos to strengthen her body. In this manner she awaited the response of the pit dwelling deity she had summoned to aid her against her enemies.

---

ACTION: Ishtarte meditates to replenish her strength.

[Zapatha]

Narvail arrived at the hut in full form, and approached it. He could sense a divine presence not unlike his own, as he sensed that this being held great power and knowledge. Peering around the hut, he noticed that other buildings were built on stilts but was perplexed as to why because there was no water surrounding them. In fact, this "swamp" looked pretty much drained of any water whatsoever.

Narvail called out to whoever occupied the hut:

Greetings! If anyone is inside the hut could you direct me to the powerful being that I've heard resides here?

[Ralnis]

Narvail arrived at the hut in full form, and approached it. He could sense a divine presence not unlike his own, as he sensed that this being held great power and knowledge. Peering around the hut, he noticed that other buildings were built on stilts but was perplexed as to why because there was no water surrounding them. In fact, this "swamp" looked pretty much drained of any water whatsoever.

Narvail called out to whoever occupied the hut:

Greetings! If anyone is inside the hut could you direct me to the powerful being that I've heard resides here?

As the god of nature would walk inside the hut, he would be hit with a powerful mixture of scents and aromas. With a large assortment of pots, spoons, and different flora that were being hanging or being grown from the sunlight. Followers were tending to whatever they can or helping with the latest rituals.
In front of the group was a humanoid fox that were dispersing a pink, sweet smelling potion to warriors and leaders of men. Their stunned looks and eye-twitching movement were only matched by their shaky hands that drank the potion. The fox gave no sign of happiness or anger, just sadness but his ear twitched when he heard the call.

" I wouldn't say powerful, but if your not the one who tried up the Red River and the swamp then your welcome to come in, maybe even help if your like me." He said over the sound of cluttered noises and bubbling cauldrons.

[Zapatha]

Narvail arrived at the hut in full form, and approached it. He could sense a divine presence not unlike his own, as he sensed that this being held great power and knowledge. Peering around the hut, he noticed that other buildings were built on stilts but was perplexed as to why because there was no water surrounding them. In fact, this "swamp" looked pretty much drained of any water whatsoever.

Narvail called out to whoever occupied the hut:

Greetings! If anyone is inside the hut could you direct me to the powerful being that I've heard resides here?

As the god of nature would walk inside the hut, he would be hit with a powerful mixture of scents and aromas. With a large assortment of pots, spoons, and different flora that were being hanging or being grown from the sunlight. Followers were tending to whatever they can or helping with the latest rituals.
In front of the group was a humanoid fox that were dispersing a pink, sweet smelling potion to warriors and leaders of men. Their stunned looks and eye-twitching movement were only matched by their shaky hands that drank the potion. The fox gave no sign of happiness or anger, just sadness but his ear twitched when he heard the call.

" I wouldn't say powerful, but if your not the one who tried up the Red River and the swamp then your welcome to come in, maybe even help if your like me." He said over the sound of cluttered noises and bubbling cauldrons.

You humble yourself too much, I sense great power literally brewing within your cauldrons and within your acolytes' souls. Enough of that however, you say that another one of our kind has dried up the river and swamps then I will also find him and confront him.

Narvail began to leave the hut, and reached out through the spirits of the trees, searching for such a powerful presence that could dry up an entire swamp. He soon sensed something very....large a few miles away towards the village and immediately flew off. Arriving near the shore, Narvail witnessed the spectacle that was Savarian's avatar of water, a few stories high it seemed like. Seeing the villagers cowering in fear, Narvail assumed the worst and summoned all of the roots and branches from the nearby trees and other plantlife.

Enough with the theatrics ocean being, you abuse your power and risk all of these people's lives!

Action: Create a thick wall of roots and branches to keep out any water Savarian may use to flood the village.

[Agoi]

Waylon
[6 + 2] = 8

The coat rack dutifully falls over. The few men that have followed Waylon seem modestly impressed- the ability to conjure a distraction when on a heist was not inconsequential. Not exactly a claim to godship, what with the news that men could wield magic slowly permeating Nemos, but an ability of use nonetheless.

Waylon smiled, turning towards those that remained.

"Though I'm still learning, I know enough to help us claim the greatest prize in all of Nemos." Waylon began, "So, Mojtesh, Lucius, as the resident thieves, I must ask what that prize is now. I'm sure it has changed since I was last in Nemos. With your help, we can claim it prove our superiority to the rest of the Shadow Brothers, and we can bring them back into our fold."

Mojtesh and Lucius thought for a moment, moving to the corner to discuss privately. There were many treasures in Nemos, but every city had one great prize, one that most thieves wouldn't even attempt to take. That was what Waylon aimed for.

Action: Obtain information from Mojtesh and Lucius.

[Chill beats LLC]

"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents."
- Manteas of V'yxh'zharhc -

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En Route to the city of Poxinza

Vyx led his ten travelers through his vessel Phineas on a journey to find another god. One who hadn't been in Ish'nar, one who was more exotic and different than the others. This way, Vyx could judge with some semblance of fairness how the gods are coming to be. He looked around through Phineas' eyes. His followers were not yet growing weary. A testament to their fortitude, but he knew they'd eventually require something to keep them going. He thought for a moment, pausing the party.

The swampland was dense, but it also provided for good fishing grounds. Through Phineas, Vyx called to his followers. "We will go to the water's edge,", he said, referring to a particularly large stretch of a pond. "And from there we will feast upon the fish and the creatures that lie below." The 10 agreed wholeheartedly and followed Phineas to the water's edge.

Vyx extended Phineas' hands into the murky water. He then attempted to deceive any fish in the water to bite on to the fish hooks his followers had cast. He made the hooks seem irresistible to the fish, smelling of food and looking incredibly interesting. Then, Vyx heard something that made his divert attention far, far away.

Near the city of Ish'nar

His followers, the 8 who had remained, were quite fearful of the woman now before them. One screeched into the pit, hoping to awake their master. This called the attention of the thing in the pit back to this place.

V'yxh'zharhc felt another presence. One of equal resemblance to his. The darkness of his dwelling seemed amplified, different than the usual deceptive aura it radiated. No, right now something else was interfering with it. The lack of light seemed less orderly, almost maddening. Then, he sensed the goddess above him.

With a voice unlike that of any man or woman, not loud or quiet, not deep or high, Vyx spoke to the mind of the goddess. "Chaosborn, the lady Ishtarte. You have come to my dwelling for what purpose? You are no mortal, I can grant you no wish you cannot grant yourself, correct? The nature of your presence here is an oddity, but one I find to be entertaining. So, what is the meaning of your visit?"

---

ACTION: Use Aspect: Manipulation to trick the fish into biting on the hooks as often as possible to feed the 10 travelers.

[Ism]

Akzakunefir
Ish'nar

Akzakunefir looked out at the small crowd that had gathered, about 2 dozen of his followers had come to help him in his efforts. The sun shone brightly on Ish'nar, though it had begun it's descent, and the scent of incence filled the area as his followers burned them. They were not in the Temple, this ceremony would be conducted at the wall, and for good reason. Thrice now had Ish'nar been cursed by vindictive goddesses, and even though not of all of the curses had done much harm, there was much concern over what might happen in the future. That was what had brought Akzakunefir and his followers out that day.

Soon his followers began they're chanting, praising him and asking for his aid. Akzakunefir turned to face the wall now, in part because he was embarrassed by all that. But, Esh'har believed it might help his efforts, and so he was willing to try it. Still, it made him a little uncomfortable. Despite that, he did his best to push such things from his mind. Instead he focused on the warmth of the sun on his skin, the scent of sandalwood in the air and the great wall before him. As his followers' chanting reached it's crescendo, Akzakunefir placed his hands on the wall and channeled his power into his creation. "By my hand, by the power of Akzakunefir, god of Builders, may this wall be blessed! May it stand firm against ill will as the shield before the spear!"

Action: Bless the wall of Ish'nar so it is stronger and can protect Ish'nar from curses.

[G-Tech Corporation]

10
Asaya
[2 + 1] = 3

Fertility of womb and spirit Asaya could gift, but even her strength proved useless against the ravages of time. Though she promised rejuvenation, what she gave the people was shame, for villagers from nearby Ish'nar passed the compound, and her followers shrank away from the laughs and stares that their former friends and families directed towards them. Several fell away from the fold that night, quietly returning to their homes within the city itself, back to the ways of old they had known.

-10 Followers

Terrana
[4] = 4

With an outstretched hand Terrana reached, pulling at the fabric of the universe. Her body fled the mortal slopes of the volcano, and time and space stretched as if to infinity. Below her feet the fields and boughs of the woodlands and streams fled, but then she was returned to existence, her strength spent. No city beckoned her, but just behind her to the west she could make out the edges of the Wildwood. A river rolled nearby, and near its banks a small settlement of perhaps a half dozen houses stood, windows firelit as evening's cloak shrouded the land.

Mortem
[5] = 5

Directing his somewhat inept Reanimated up the slopes of the World Mountains was no easy task, but his will was undaunted. After many hours of clambering over boulders, up cliffs, and between glaciers, Mortem and his small band of dark-spirited corpses had arrived at the glittering peak. Nodules of pure gold and glittering silver littered the high rocky slope, and Mortem's breath smoked out into the air because of the cold. Nearby a volcanic lavaflow sluggishly slide down the face of one of the mountains, into a valley which was wedged between many peaks. Of the figure he had seen before, there was no sign.

Morgana
[6 - 1] = 5

The sorcerers followed easily enough, as their king had commanded, and her pre-emptive order to those within the library was obeyed begrudgingly but promptly enough. Several soldiers and scholars remained, obviously having received their instructions from the Tyrant in advance, but soon the hubbub of men and women studying the Library's contents had subsided to a dull whisper. Dutifully the acolytes meditated, each attempting their own method of calming their minds and tapping into the magicks they had learned of in their brief studies, and as Morgana calmed her mind as well gradually the weariness of the night before fell from her bones. Within hours, and by evening, she felt renewed.

Morgana: Exhaustion removed

Yatzang
[3 + 2 + 1 + 1 - 3] = 4

Enhanced, the mixture is given to the leaders of the village who had spoken with Yatzang. Some of them still resist, and it is a puzzlement to the Fox-Spirit. His strongest concoctions these were, but it seemed as if the control that he had first established over the warriors was already waning. In one corner of the lab a man broke free, wrestling his mind away from the cloying clouds of obedience, and with a cry he raised his weapon, striking the bottle from the hands of the acolyte who was trying to dose him. Swiftly Yatzang's followers subdue him, but the eyes of many, especially those new come to the faith, are troubled. To forcefully impose their will on friends and family tore their loyalties in two, and if the Fox had not the strength to even overcome a few men, what good was he as a god? Anon, as day turned to night turned to day again while Yatzang was perfecting his mixtures, a concerned crowd of local villagers had gathered outside the hut, demanding to know where their leaders had disappeared to.

Dearthair Doethiann
[2 + 1 + 1] = 4

The members of the warband nod at Dearthair's proclamation, but as the days pass and no new followers reach the village of Brother Flame, the god begins to doubt that their words held much impact with their countrymen. A prominent danger to Tine was purged, and that was good enough for the locals, who returned anew to their ennui and habitual worship of the Maker, as their ancestors and forefathers had done for generations.

Savarian
[4 + 2 + 2] = 8

Terror strikes the villagers within the sound of Savarian's voice, and many fall to their knees in awe, for his voice is that of the endless tide and the fiercest storm. They worship, some in terror, some now convinced that true gods walked in their midst, and Savarian was one of them.

+30 Followers

Etlu
[5 + 1] = 6

The boy Kiril shows great promise, and in mere hours of the God of War's instruction he is capable of striking a dear from a hundred paces in the heart, a feat few other men with years of experience can match. His prowess is nearly supernatural, and soon there are many men from the community who watch the training that Etlu conducts with Vladimir and Kiril with great interest- this outlander clearly has skills far greater than their own.

Ishtarte
[7] = 7

Wounds knit and pain dulls as the goddess of chaos knits herself back together, the chaos within calling to the chaos without. It is not a process that feels normal to her, for the body of even a divine relied on order to sustain itself, but ere long she feels whole once more, recovered from the ignominy of the retreat from those who were her foes upon this world.

Narvail
[9 + 2] = 11

The forest responds riotously, thick trees and grasses making do in an instant what would normally take centuries to accomplish. Between the fisher-villages along the banks of the Red River and the water a wall of riotous foliage sprouts, immense trees springing from vanished seeds fallen unnoticed in the muck of the water's edge, creaking fortifications with all the strength of iron and the height of a great edifice from some time that was not yet arrived. By the time Narvail has completed his creation, Poxinza is completely cut off from the river and the sea by a wall nearly thirty feet height and ten feet thick of interwoven branches, roots, and tree trunks. It flowers and blooms over the village, and many of the City on Stilts worship the deity that stands in their midst in amazement at what he has wrought. Some of the fishermen, though, seem disappointed and indeed angered that the walls in its growth has destroyed docks and boats in its unchecked ferocity.

+70 Followers, +20 Enemies

Waylon
[5] = 5

A few brief conversation tease the information from Waylon's old friends; a great prize to be had, said to be where any thief could make their fortunes. A Library of the Maker, manifested near the Palace of the Tyraant, within which were rumored to be held the secrets of creation. Already the thieves spoke in hushed whispers of incantations that could turn wood to gold, and cure the most fearsome ailments, those that would make any man who could lay his hands upon them richer than the richest king or chieftain.

Vyx
[5 + 2] = 7

The minds of animals were even more pliable than the minds of men, and soon a bounty of scale-flesh the people of Vyx reaped from the swamps and rivers. In their largesse they shared their good fortune and the blessings of their divine with several fellow travelers, speaking of the Truth when the curious asked how they had gained such a wealth in lands with poor fishing, and anon more were added to the numbers of those who walked with Phineas.

+15 Followers

Akzakunefir
[3 + 2 + 1] = 6

It was a subtle thing, when it began, a light red flame barely perceptible that kindled in one of the mud-bricks that made up the wall. But even as Akzakunefir bent his will to the task, the flame gathered and spread, and soon the prayers of the faithful were stilled for they merely gaped at the spectacle before them in wonder. Working through the medium of civilization that had been given to him by the Maker, the incantation of Akzakunefir devoured the wall of Ish'nar in lurid red flame, not the flame of death or a sack, but that of the hearth-fire and candle at bedtime. A slow sensation as of a warm blanket or a lover's embrace settled over the village of Ish'nar for a few moments, and then it was gone, but Akzakunefir knew he had succeeded in his goal.

[Novas Arcanum]

Terrana was tired using her energy but then something crossed her mind.She left her wealth unattended to! Anyone could seize upon it she had to return from whence she came immediately lest her gold be taken completly!She pondered and was far from her place of rebirth.So she rested for a bit and collected herself.

The method she used to teleport was unconventional for a being such as herself.She needed to stay true to her nature so would instead use a earth based form of teleportation.So she touched the Earth and soon merged with it.She would use a form of travel called Earthspeeding where she would travel with the tapestry of the Earth to quickly reach anyplace imangiable on land of course.She also theorized that traveling in such a way would replenish her energy,but she did not know if it was true. It did not matter she had to get back to her gold!

Action: Teleport using Earthspeed to quickly reach her gold.

[Of the Quendi]

Fill your belly. Make merry, day and night. Let days be full of joy, nights full of love. Dance and make music, day and night. This alone is my command to Man.

~ The Commandment of Ishtarte ~

---

Outside the town of Ish'nar

Ishtarte squealed in an almost childish delight as she felt her immortal, yet terribly fragile, coil reconstituted by the power of the dark element of the void. Truly she was a magnificent and powerful deity, she determined. Her inability to slay her foes was a technicality, one soon to be rectified, and no reflection on her might and power and glory. Content with that conclusion Ishtarte abandoned her meditation, and more or less forgot why she had come to the pit in the first place. As she saw that the people there gathered were fearful of her, she began to menacingly, yet cheerfully, terrorize and taunt them by breaking out into hellish shrieks and making grotesquely distorting faces at them.

No doubt the spectacle would soon have escalated from there, Ishtarte was well in the process of inventing the cartwheel to impress and confuse her audience her head already on the ground when she detected a new presence, more intense and potent than that of mortals emanating from the pit. The goddess quit her chicaneries, turned her attention to the pit, and grew a tad bit more serious. She had enemies to destroy and there was no time for merriment.

Ishtarte stared down into the pit as a voice reached her from it, listening patiently. "Entertaining?" She exclaimed sounding torn between being flattered and offended. "Well I am glad you find me entertaining Vyx ... Zharamaram?" The goddess declared. "Are you hard of hearing though? I just told you why I am here Vux ... Suluman? What kind of name is that anyway? Well I suppose for someone who has chosen to appear in this world as a really big hole in the ground, its not that weird but still. If you want my advice pick a new one, something people can actually pronounce without breaking their tongue in four different places. Take me for example. Ish-tar-te. Three syllabule name, nice and simple pronunciation yet very expressive. I am very proud of it, came up with it myself I did. First class name right there I say. Anyway what was we talking about?" So the meandering monologue of the duplicitous chaos deity went, teasing and rambling and more than a little insulting and irreverent for such was Ishtarte's nature.

For a moment the chaosborn goddess stood silent, seeming to have genuinely forgotten how her speech had begun or why she was there. A flummoxed Lilithu coughed. "Akzakunefir." The disciple reminded her fickle mistress. Ishtarte took a mighty leap. "Right!" She loudly proclaimed, clapping her hands together. "See there is a name thats ... Well passingly adequate at least. But never mind that." The goddess declared. She turned briefly to her disciple. "Thank you my love. Leave me now be, go preach my gospel to those outcasts and exiles of Ish'nar that has not taken the side of the villains who transgressed us."

The goddess lifted her head in solemn and proud anger. "Akzakunefir, that thrice accursed traitor, has allied himself with murderers and rapers and enslavers in the town of Ish'nar. He has wronged me grievously and must be made to pay a price. I come here Vy ... You no what if its alright with you what about I call you Vyx it makes things a lot easier for me. You may call me Ish if you like. Anyway I have come offering friendship and alliance with you Vyx. Akzakunefir thwarts us and fight us at every turn, but what right has he to rule over us or for that matter Ish'nar? Are we not as divine as he? And speaking for myself at least, way better looking. Not sure I can say the same for you, holes in the ground have many virtues I am sure, but they are not exactly aesthetically pleasing. You might want to rethink that look as well as your name you know, just saying. My point is, Akzakunefir shouldn't get to tell you or me what to do, I propose that we ally to teach him that lesson. The hard way if need be. What say you, Pitfriend, to that?" Thus spoke Ishtarte with quite a flourish, dancing around the pit, while her faithful prophet Lilithu went to preach to the lowliest people dwelling around Ish'nar with whom she reckoned Ishtarte's gospel of absolute freedom and absolute equality between all mortals would resonate the strongest.

So Lilithu went. She went to women and to slaves, to the poorest and most misfortunate farm laborers, to children, to outcasts, to exiles, to thieves, to criminals, to all who did not thrive under the rule of harsh chieftains and stern elders and longed for a better and freer society. To them she began to preach her mistresses subversive gospel of a better life, lived by each according to his or her own desire, unbound by men's law, and answerable to only one divine commandment, thine own will and pleasure.

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ACTION: Ishtarte sends her prophet to prosetylize to people living in the countryside around Ish'nar.

[Lisbane]

"There is no greater gift than that of eternal peace"

Mortem stood atop that shivering rock, his cloak flowing in the howling winds of the mountain. The bounty lay in front of him, he had no idea of its origin, but he was not one to leave such a bounty in it's place. He looked out, and saw no one, and so decided it was time he take what is rightfully his. He commanded his animations to immediately begin hitting at the rock with their weapons, someone already held pickaxes, and so they had some luck. However, they may have some trouble even breaking the bounty into rocks for later extraction.

So Mortem decided he would make some structure. 5 of his animations would take the best suited weapons for mining and try and break the gemstones and gold and silver into rocks that would later be refined, 5 would carry these down the mountain, 5 would take these rocks and smash them down to the smallest they could, this in turn would be melted down in the local coppersmiths foundry, of which 5 animations would man. Mortem didn't know how to work a foundry, but he assumed it would be simple enough through a process of trail and error, therefore, the fires of that burning town would be used to fuel the fires from which gold would flow. Rivers of blood, Mortem thought, would soon be Rivers of Gold.

Action: Mine and transport the rocks down the mountain, to be extracted from in a coppersmith's foundry

[Zapatha]

Looking around, Narvail took in his creation and was pleased he had succeeded. Looking back towards the villagers, Narvail held up his arms and said:

This is my power, the power of the forest and nature itself. I am the shepherd of all who inhabit the forest and swamps, and was chosen by the Maker to succeed him as a god. Yes there others, however some are malevolent beings whose will changes with the tide of the oceans...literally.

Pointing to Savarian's avatar, Narvail said:

Beings like him are what mankind should fear, not worship. Turning to Savarian God of the Ocean, leave these people be, or else I will ensure that you will not harm another ever again.

Action: Convince Savarian's followers and the fishermen to worship Narvail.

[Agoi]

Waylon
[5] = 5

A few brief conversation tease the information from Waylon's old friends; a great prize to be had, said to be where any thief could make their fortunes. A Library of the Maker, manifested near the Palace of the Tyraant, within which were rumored to be held the secrets of creation. Already the thieves spoke in hushed whispers of incantations that could turn wood to gold, and cure the most fearsome ailments, those that would make any man who could lay his hands upon them richer than the richest king or chieftain.

"Prepare the others. I will prove my gifts by entering this Library, and stealing three books." Waylon replied, "I will steal from the Maker."

Waylon smiled as the other left, walking up to Mojtesh and placing a hand on his shoulder. He asked him to show him exactly where this library had manifested. Mojtesh smiled and led him through the shadows, taking him to the Palace of the Tyraant and pointing out the Library. Waylon smiled under the black covering of his mask, and instructed Mojtesh to wait for him. Waylon slowly made his way towards the building. Scouting it out, he decided the best way in was to go through the shadows, and so he stepped into the shadow of a building, calling on the shadows to engulf him so he could travel instantaneously into the interior of the Library.

Action: Use his teleportation ability to enter the Library of the Maker.

[Camelone]

10
Dearthair Doethiann
[2 + 1 + 1] = 4

The members of the warband nod at Dearthair's proclamation, but as the days pass and no new followers reach the village of Brother Flame, the god begins to doubt that their words held much impact with their countrymen. A prominent danger to Tine was purged, and that was good enough for the locals, who returned anew to their ennui and habitual worship of the Maker, as their ancestors and forefathers had done for generations.

To say that Dearthair Doethiann was disappointed by the unwillingness of his fellow countrymen to break their old habits was an understatement, they only seemed concerned of what was right in front of their eyes, it was what is keeping the people back from attaining greatness. They worship the Maker and that is good but their worship does nothing except placate their own minds, they go through the motions without engaging the fires of their soul in worship and joy in the Maker. Dearthair Doethiann made a vow to himself that he would be the one who would light the flame of a new faith in the Maker for he was gifted with these powers for a reason and he knew what it was, he was to be the man who forged a new covenant with the people and the Maker for he is the Keeper of the Flame and the love and fury of the Maker burns deep within him.

Setting out once more Dearthair Doethiann went from hold to hold and he would go around helping out where he could during the day, contributing to the good of wherever he was. He would talk to whoever would listen as he worked about the flame of the Maker and the merits of helping others regardless of what was in it for you and the honor that is to be found in that, honor in the eyes of the Maker which is all that matters. At night he would gather those who wished to be gathered around a fire where he would lead a new worship of the Maker, nothing to radical just a modification of an already existing ceremony used by the druids and wisemen. Around the flame Dearthair Doethiann would sing the first verse of one of the hymns and the rest would follow, he would do this continually as they walked around the flame until they had sang seven songs after which Dearthair Doethiann separated and the walking stopped all eyes on him. Raising his arms he prayed a standard prayer that came to him on his travels.

"As the flames banish away the darkness and the cold we beseech that the Maker burn away our sins and evil natures, purify our bodies and souls that we may grow to be greater in the light of the Maker. The flame that comes from I, Dearthair Doethiann, is the blessed flame of the Maker, unify your souls with the purifying flame, embrace it with your heart and feel your sins be burned away. Salvation is ours brothers and sisters through the Flame of the Maker and I am its keeper. Praise eternally be to the Maker." After the ceremony he would begin preaching about duty to one another, the universal brotherhood of all believers, the need of self moderation to control the inner flame and prevent destruction, salvation through repentance and prayer, and dutiful prayer to the Maker that stems from love and not just out of duty.

Actions- Goes around Tine and the surrounding villages and holds preaching

[Ralnis]

The followers were having their minds weighing against one another as one broke free of the spell. I was getting angry as nothing was going right. Gods were battling, a giant tree wall surrounded the village, and a crowd was gathering at my lab. I tried to think of something but one of the warriors broke from the charm. I failed being nice, I failed being a little complex with my conquest.

The water god had something in mind, something simple that worked. Might as well tried it before everything broke down underneath me.

The fox-spirit was furious, everything was just madness and he couldn't think. Gods were battling, there was a wall around the village that separated him, his followers and small crowd around him. Not to mention that the potion failing and his followers started to waver. Yatzang had to accept his losses, the City-on-Stilts being used as a playground against large deities but he can always start anew, find other villages around the marsh or Wildwood, or make his own city.

First he had to deal with the crowd around his hut, then try to clear out and head for somewhere else, somewhere were he could set up again. He rallied his followers and his acolytes, still feeling unease at the low power of their god. He told them to mix up a patch of fear potions as he strip into his undergarments. The acolytes worried about the magic not working again but Yatzang was adamant to whip the potions up. They tried as best as they good as he told them the next step as he made a magic circle and sat in it, one that they second reservations for.

They poured the contents on his fur, the pungent odor filled the room as he mediated, trying to pour as much divine power into the ritual to enhance the effects that for the stunt he was about to pull. Second, he wanted pitch on his fur as he continued to mediated, darkening his fur as he mumbles a spell inside the circle. After he was done, he grabbed a torch and lit as he stepped outside.

The crowd was mixed with shock and anger as they saw the fox. Yatzang was angry, angry that he had to do what he had to do. He snarled at the crowd as he bared fangs at the villagers.

I have been nice, I have been kind, I have blessed you and this is what I get! You have angered me! The battles of gods have walled off the city and cut it off from the mighty rivers and you worry about your leadership!? Your leaders have forfeit you and your in the midst of an angery god who has had enough of your complaints! I am Guided Yatzang! The God of Alchemy! You will fear and submit or be smitten by my wrath!

He finally sets himself on fire as he charges into the crowd, hoping that the fear potion worked and his followers' faith restored.

Action: Use alchemy, followers, and lab to pour fear potions on Yatzang, creating an aura of fear as he lights himself on fire and charges the crowd in an effort to make them submit and fear him

[Bolkenia]

This was a failure. Her cult won't last long if everyone is leaving the village. This village was nameless but it need one to "exist". You can't ask someone about the Nameless Village.
It would be known as Hasakuria, home of the Goddess Asaya.

Later, the goddess was thinking about how she could bring more people to Hasakuria. Ish'nar was the key. But she need attention, followers ... they need to know.
As so, she is going to size the throne of the city. The King was old, the Prince was cursed ... a nice opportunity.
As she walked to the palace, the crownd notice her. She was wearing plain and her face was masked but some notice the unusual part. Once in the heart of the palace, the King appeared.
"- In whose name are you speaking ?
- In my own name, as a deity my king.
- There is no place for the liards here, show me your face, stranger."
He knew her. This was the "strange woman" roaming in the street once. She was this "witch" who grow a tree out of nothing.
"- Your progeny is doomed and the weight of age burden you. In this world, there is forces trying to enslave, to slaughter your kind. And I'm here to serve Ish'nar as their guide, as their queen. My proposition is simple : The throne or the death of the city."

Action : Persuade the king to give his throne.

[Revlona]

Rage like none other, rage, a punt forest spirit and his trees believe they can stand between him...wait, he was human once, and he knew how to win them over

Magnifying his voice once more he said, "This forest spirit wishes you nothing but ill, he has destroyed your livelihood in the ports, here to show you my good intentions i will return the water" He said

He then let the avatar go, attempting to put the water back without flooding the village.

Action: Put the water back without flooding the village, show the village that he means no harm and point out that the Forest spirit is the one that has actually done damage (Only do if first action is successful)

[Auphelia]

Morgana

She meditated in the stillness of the library.

The peace.

The quiet.

The stillness.

The rest of the mages sat around her, letting the mystical energy flow through them. She knew if she was going to take the throne, she would need all of the energy she could get. She began to siphon off their magic, slowly and subtly. It all began to ebb towards her, filling her with a new energy. She could feel so many more options open up before her. This was a start. This was how she would become the Queen of Nemos.

Action: Siphon some of the magic away from the sorcerers and into herself