Divinity [IC | Closed]

[Zapatha]

As the wall of living vegetation opened up, Narvail felt a sense of calm overtake him and he regained his confidence in his abilities. The group soon ventured out, traveling once more to Narvail's domain: the Wildwood. However he didn't plan on making his way back to Caid Haile, intending to teach his followers the ways of the deep forest and how to live within it and shepherd it.

By now, most if not all of the forest's animals were subservient to him and his lordship over the wood, now Narvail would have human helpers in protecting and cultivating it. A few days into the journey, Narvail began once more to think of where exactly his people would settle, and remembered a spot deep in the forest to the far West of Caid Haile, where a clearing was where a great river passed along. Yes, if Narvail could find it that would be perfect.

Action: Find the clearing for where Narvail's followers could settle in the Wildwood

[Auphelia]

"Of course I will go before your ruler, I mean no disrespect towards you or he who rules this lands. Please lead the way sir I trust in the justice of the Maker to prevail." There was a smile upon his face as he gestured for the captain of the guard to lead on as he dissipated the fireball in his hands and made sure to lean his spear up against a bookcase as he knew he would be unable to bring it in the presence of the ruler, especially such a powerful fireball. The title Tyrant was funny to his lips he has never heard of it being used so willingly by a man, tyranny and oppression were tied so tightly on the Isle that in the back of Dearthair Doethiann's mind he had a bad feeling about this. The display of sorcery by some of the assembled magicians did peak his interest, he had not seen anyone wield the forces of the Creator except for himself, he has yet to see any display of magic from this woman Morgana.

Action: To go with the guards to stand before the Tyrant.

14
Morgana
[9 - 1] = 8

Despite Dearthair Doethainn's earlier display of power, the soldiers and guards rally, visions of greed filling their heads. Though some are hesitant to approach the god, convinced of his divinity, others step forward somewhat trepedatiously, reinforced by some of their fellows arriving from the city itself to investigate the commotion. Their leader speaks, in tones that brook no argument.

"God or man, I am afraid you will have to come with us, outlander. This land belongs to the Tyrant, and those who sojourn upon it must have his leave. Especially if they wield strange powers."

It is not a request. Some of the magicians, though stunned by Brother Flame's appearance, conjure arcane manifestations of their own- hesitant bolts of lightning that play between fingers, bolts of chaotic energy held in fists. If he does not come quietly, it is unlikely the guards will hold back.

+2 Hostility Dearthair

Dearthair Doethiann
[6 + 1 - 2] = 5

His words reverberate with the men and women of the city, and though some turn their eyes on Morgana in suspicion, the captain of the guards does not waver in his charge.

"Be that as it may, outlander. Morgana serves the city at the pleasure of the Tyrant. You too will go before him, now, or you will be returned to the First Flame by my sword. The charges against you are serious, and must be investigated as well-" and here his eyes flickered towards the recently imprisoned witch with a hint of malice "- as the charges you lay against the woman Morgana."

"I am sure I will stand up to scrutiny, as I already have faced the Tyrant's judgement before. Unless you mean to say that you doubt the judgement of the Tyrant, and that he is unfit to rule? Surely you are not mutinous."

If she is to survive in this court, she will need to be quick of wit and known for power.

"Then again, you are a loyal Captain, yes? What is your name, good sir? I believe I asked earlier but was interrupted by the . . . incident," she says, gesturing to the interloper being led away surrounded by a clump of wary guards and sorcerers. She and the captain walk behind, followed by two of the sorcerers and a small group of more guards. Ten are left behind to guard the entrance of the Library, crossing their spears.

Action: Be friendly to the Captain and gain his trust

[G-Tech Corporation]

15
Waylon
[10] = 10

Away the thief sprinted, twisting and turning with the speed of a man accustomed to evading the law. Up the side of a building he swarmed as if it were level ground, and in moments he was gone, the guards passing by underfoot as he hung motionless in the shadows. Anon he climbed up further, a window left open allowing him egress into what was, without a doubt, a house of great wealth. Wealth which, upon his departure a few minutes later, much weighed down the fortunate thief with gold and jewels of great beauty.

Terrana
[2 + 1] = 3

Though encouraged by the belief of those few which have accorded to Terrana's desires, her speech falls on deaf ears; the folk of Delinium have not heard of this fell creature Mortem, nor have any rumors or travelers visited the distant city to spread word of its fate. The dire proclamations of the Lady of the Earth anon irritate some of the prominent men of the city as she cries for hours in the common square of the iniquities in a far-off land, and they ban her from the most prosperous districts of Delinium.

+10 Enemies

Ishtarte
[7 - 1] = 6

The Tyrant of Nemos is suitably pleased by the display of the woman that has entered his court, and thinks highly indeed of her beauty. Though his courtiers murmur at her words, recognizing them for the flattery which they are, such extravagent displays of loyalty are not to be despised when before an autocrat. The Tyrant takes Ishtarte into his service, and gives her to the captain of his host, who is preparing to depart for the city of Mestreech to bring it to heel. The commander is a young man, of some thirty winters, stern of mien but unmarried, and thus the woman Ishtarte seems to the Tyrant to be a fitting reward for the commander's unwavering loyalty.

Mortem
[9 + 1 + 1] = 11

About the God of Death the village burns, a funeral pyre fit for a civilization. In the darkness and the ash a dark power rises, filling the fell deity that stands in the midst of the massacre of his own creation. Even as the flames consume the Reanimated and the dead alike, a hideous strength touches Mortem's being.

Empowered
-Reanimated

Dearthair Doethainn
[9 - 2] = 7

Brother Flame's audience with the Tyrant is short, and relatively uneventful. After he explains his supernatural abilities and affirms his worship of the Maker, the lord of Nemos cautions the young warrior from Tine against using his powers to oppose the city, as any ruler might. His tales of Tine are of particular interest to the Tyrant, but anon Dearthair is released from his arrest, and granted the right to come before the Tyrant again as he wishes, for as a man of power he may need to be consulted by the lord at other junctures.

-1 Suspicion

Reolt
[3] = 3

The wolf jumps on Reolt, snapping and biting before he is even able to bare his blade. A desperate battle ensues, for the creature is ferocious, more fell than any beast that the warrior had yet encountered; its eyes burn with an unholy fire, and its teeth are knives of black midnight which rend even into the flesh of the deity. After a struggle of minutes, though, the beast lies dead, and Reolt is exhausted, bleeding from many wounds which stubbornly refuse to respond to his natural ability to heal.

Reolt: Wounded

Etlu
[5 - 1] = 4

For days the people of Etlu wander in the trackless depths of the Wildwood, even their god knowing not which direction they should pass. Slowly the trees grow darker, less friendly, but the followers of Etlu follow him still, for death seems certain if they abandon the group.

Yatzang
[7] = 7

And lo, south passed the Fox-Spirit and his followers, to the place that he had seen in his dreams of violence and monsters- the city of Kurin. As the people of Yatzang approach the outskirts of the settlement they perceive that the fields are full of bodies, and the villagers have barricaded all the entrances to the city center between their homes with lengths of timber. It is quiet, eerily so, and the sun sinks towards the horizon.

Narvail
[8 - 1] = 7

Across the hills and plains of the central region of the world the people of Narvail travel, followers forsaking homes and kindred to enter the Wildwood, a land they have scarce heard of, let alone traveled to. Still, their faith in their new god is unwavering, and after nights and days of marching they eventually enter the great forest, and Narvail brings them to an immense clearing far from any village or even signs of humanity.

Morgana
[6 - 1 - 1] = 4

The captain seems unimpressed by Morgana's effort to win his trust, and looks at her with the same expression that had flickered across his face at Dearthair's accusation, but this time more plainly seen; suspicion. As the party travels back to the Tyrant's palace, he does not speak, but he seems troubled. Anon, before the doorways of the throne room, he opens his mouth once more, as if to comment, before merely shaking his head. At a gesture the captain and his warriors depart, and one of the sorcerers glances at Morgana.

"So, lady Morgana, do you think now might be a time to actually begin teaching us some of the magic you have promised the Tyrant? Disruptions aside, today has been far from productive."

[Novas Arcanum]

Terrana was not surprised at the events that transpired. While she knew the grave threat Mortem posed to all of mankind, the men of Delenium did not.They were blind to the malevolent forces that gathered and sought to destroy them,she felt pity for their ignorance.She could not sway the people of the land that day but she would stay and continue to try to help the people even if they rejected her."Do not worry followers for you know the truth and that in itself is the blessing of the Maker". She continued giving sermons and words of wisdom to her disciples but grew very tired.

She and her followers gathered outside the city and the great Earth Ritual began.She sat in the middle and the green energy poured into her soul.Her followers worship and chanted around her Praise the Mother Goddess of Earth!,Praise Terrana! She felt power swell within her being.For hours this meditation would endure but in due time she would be more powerful than before. She only hoped that has Lady of Earth she would fulfill her duty to the Maker and help the people of Delenium in anyway possible

Action Meditate to regain power

[Agoi]

15
Waylon
[10] = 10

Away the thief sprinted, twisting and turning with the speed of a man accustomed to evading the law. Up the side of a building he swarmed as if it were level ground, and in moments he was gone, the guards passing by underfoot as he hung motionless in the shadows. Anon he climbed up further, a window left open allowing him egress into what was, without a doubt, a house of great wealth. Wealth which, upon his departure a few minutes later, much weighed down the fortunate thief with gold and jewels of great beauty.

Waylon smiled and returned to the hideout, smiling as he laid out the treasures along the table. A few hours passed before Mojtesh and the others returned, awestruck by the loot laying on the table. While it was true that they had seen such an amount, they had never seen one thief that was able to carry off this sort of loot by themselves. This had always been done in teams.

"You've lost discipline by leaving the codes." Waylon said with a shrug, "Is it any wonder that you cannot pull off a job like this by yourself?"

The thieves, assassins, and other various shadow dwellers examined the loot Waylon had brought back. He smiled as he leaned against the wall, watching their wide-eyed wonder. He could tell that he was starting to get to them. Waylon took a golden dagger he stole, and allowed the rest to take their pick of the remains. Mojtesh walked up to Waylon, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Well done, my old friend."
"Thank you. Hopefully now they will see the need of the codes."
"Waylon, rumors have made their way to Nemos of people with power, claiming themselves to be... gods."
"Gods? There is but one god, the Maker." Waylon said with a smile.
"But they have apparently proven their power. They claim to be gods of certain 'domains', not as powerful as the Maker, but powerful within their own realms."
"What are you saying Mojtesh?"
"Could it be possible that you are one of these 'gods? A god of shadows?"
"I must say, that would be a fitting god for a thief."

The two chuckled and turned back to the group. Waylon continued telling them of his plan to unite all the warriors of the shadows, though the thought of possibly being a god continued gnawing at the back of his mind.

Action: Convince the leaders of the various assassins guilds, thieves guilds, etc. to join him in 'Uniting the Shadows'.

[Zapatha]

Pleased with the land he had chosen for his followers, Narvail let the people settle down for a while, as they pitched tents and built a central ramshackle hut in the middle of the clearing using trees Narvail said that they could use. As they did this, Narvail took his leave for awhile and patrolled his forest, looking for any signs of other human activity nearby. After a few hours, Narvail returned with the reassurance that his followers were protected from any outside human interference.

Seeing that his people were going to need to be self-sufficient in the unforgiving Wildwoods, Narvail thought of a way to help give them an edge. Once more Narvail left, deep into the forest where no man had ever walked before, close to where he himself came into creation as a deity. He spied a tree which seemed to have an almost otherwordly aspect to it, almost as if it was the genesis of the Wildwood itself. Narvail focused his powers over the forest and put his hand on the tree....he saw it. Perfect beings to tend to the forest along with him, tall and of fair hair with a natural agility and beauty. Lifespans ten times longer than a human's.....an elf. Narvail summoned to him seeds from the tree, imbued with the magical essence of the forest. He returned to the clearing, which the people now called Solace, and spoke to them:

These seeds will give you all new life, and then some my friends. They are magical in nature and will allow you all the furthered ability to worship me and shepherd this forest for all eternity! Now eat.

Action: The seeds that Narvail created using the power of the forest turns his followers into the first elves (akin to Tolkien elves basically, but more focused on nature)

[The Federation of Kendor]

The Wildwoods

As they continued, they were still lost. Days and nights walking through the forest, and they were still lost. In fact, seeing the darkening forest, they all thought that they were only going deeper. However, his followers still loyally followed him anyway, since they were afraid of the repercussions of leaving him. After all, he threatened the former slaver turned follower with beheading him. For their food, though, they hunted the animals, before eating them. They were now trying to get out.

Actions: Try to retrace the steps, and get out of the Wildwoods, to the plains south of Delenium

[Camelone]

15
Dearthair Doethainn
[9 - 2] = 7

Brother Flame's audience with the Tyrant is short, and relatively uneventful. After he explains his supernatural abilities and affirms his worship of the Maker, the lord of Nemos cautions the young warrior from Tine against using his powers to oppose the city, as any ruler might. His tales of Tine are of particular interest to the Tyrant, but anon Dearthair is released from his arrest, and granted the right to come before the Tyrant again as he wishes, for as a man of power he may need to be consulted by the lord at other junctures.

-1 Suspicion

That had went remarkably well in Dearthair Doethainn's opinion and everything was sorted out, the request for him to refrain from showing his powers off so liberally was a reasonable enough and he felt that there was a general understanding between the two. Now with that out of the way Dearthair Doethainn retraced his steps back to the library to retrieve his spear, and also try and figure out why the Maker brought him here if he could not make heads or tails of the symbols written down, he may have to do something about that. Walking past the guards and sorcerers he informed them of the Tyrant's ruling when he was stopped at the entrance telling them that everything was smoothed over and there was no need to worry about him. Retrieving his spear successfully Dearthair Doethainn made his way through the Library and began the process to find out what knowledge was contained within these hallowed walls, though that is easier said than done.

Action: Trying to learn how to read and write so he can study in the Library.

[Ralnis]

I saw the outskirts littered with the dead. The settlement is bordered up and quiet. My dreams spoke true, the nightmare was a reality, but what cause such chaos if it weren't a god?

Karin Outskirts

Yatzang was shocked to see the destruction, the ground was drenched in blood and bodies littered everywhere. A few of them were beasts from the Wildwood but they were surrounded by groups of farmers that were drafted for defense. The entire village was barricaded or homes were deserted. The Fox-Spirit was reminded of his dreams as he and his followers approached the city of hunters. The entire group started to gag and reel back at the stench of death. The Fox-Spirit transform into his vulpine form as he shouted to his followers.

" Search the buildings for survivors, we need information, supplies, and shelter for the night!"

The Fox and the group scouted out the outskirts and shortly found the sounds of a struggle that was near a small workshop that had been broken into. Yatzang investigated it and saw an injured craftsmen clutching his dead daughter while the rest of his family had injuries or was nearly dead. He managed to evade the grieving father and notify his followers on the survivor.

It wasn't that hard to convince the craftsman to allow them to perform a healing on the family. Though he was more wanting a sign of his prayers from the Maker, who was absent from the world but Yatzang will do his best with the alchemy that he knows. He told his followers to help gather and brew the potions needed to heal what's left of the family and figure out what just happened to the settlement.

Action: Use followers to gather ingredients and brew healing potions to heal the craftsman and his family.

[Lisbane]

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

As the fires died down, and the ash lay still on every surface, Mortem surfaced anew from the piles of ash and bone, his being empowered with a fell strength that none would ever like to possess. He looked out at the Wildwood, it's trees coated in a small layer of ash, suffocated by it. He walked to this great gathering of trees, and his perverted thoughts were sickening even to himself, oh what he could do with such power; How he could corrupt so much. It was then that he decided his next destination, for he must move on from this place, before it drove him mad.

And so he would travel across those paths that the hunters used, meeting some along the way, killing some along the way. He knew not where he was going, but he did know that these paths must have lead somewhere, and that if he followed them for long enough, they might all converge on a single point in the world. And so, for days he would travel through the darkness of night, and through the shadows of those great trees, waiting for that single point of convergence.

Action: Travel to Kurin

[Auphelia]

Morgana
[6 - 1 - 1] = 4

The captain seems unimpressed by Morgana's effort to win his trust, and looks at her with the same expression that had flickered across his face at Dearthair's accusation, but this time more plainly seen; suspicion. As the party travels back to the Tyrant's palace, he does not speak, but he seems troubled. Anon, before the doorways of the throne room, he opens his mouth once more, as if to comment, before merely shaking his head. At a gesture the captain and his warriors depart, and one of the sorcerers glances at Morgana.

"So, lady Morgana, do you think now might be a time to actually begin teaching us some of the magic you have promised the Tyrant? Disruptions aside, today has been far from productive."

Morgana sighed. The captain was a hard man to crack. Hopefully these sorcerers would be easier.

"Today has been very productive, if you listened. Inside all of us is a well of power from which we draw from, and with meditation and focus we can replenish and expand that pool. Before we turn to the flash and impressive feats you must learn the basics. For those of you who wish to continue learning tonight, I will be going back to the library to do some reading. Joining me will be beneficial to your training, but is not required."

With that Morgana turned away and began walking towards the Library and entered it once again. She sat down at the central help desk and pulled a large tome out from under the desk.

Simple Spells and How To Cast Them, By The Maker

She smiled at how the Maker had taken credit for his work. As far as she knew, all of the scrolls and books here had that on them. She also pulled out some empty paper and ink and got to work, writing down the spells several times, trying to memorise them and hopefully use this repetition to increase her skill. Hopefully a few of the sorcerers would be here soon.

Action: Head back to the Library and begin learning basic spells (small fireballs, ice shards, voice charming, short distance teleportation, etc.)
See if some of the sorcerers are dedicated to their training, to weed out the loyal and hardworking from the disloyal and lazy

[G-Tech Corporation]

16
Terrana
[7] = 7

Power fills Terrana as she meditates near Delinium, a portion of the strength of the bones of the earth filling her body, as water is poured into a pitcher. It is a light that is hard to contain, and which she can feel slipping away, but a well of power for the time she can hold it close nonetheless.

Waylon
[2 + 1] = 3

Though Waylon's display of wealth and skill is impressive to the men and women of the various criminal organizations, they are accustomed to operating independently, and his repeated suggestions that they should bow to his expertise generate more resistance that acquiescence. Thieves, pirates, assassins- these are people which do not hold to any authority after his long years away, and some lucre, while appreciated, will not change their habits of long association.

-Disposition: Thieves of Nemos

Narvail
[1 + 1 + 1 - 1] = 2

The ritual that Narvail conducts on the seeds seems at first successful, and his followers, the folk of Solace, dutifully consume the food their god gives to them. Over the next few days, though, the effects of the enchantment prove to be quite different than what was hoped for- some of the folk are changed, yes, but their aspect grows fell and ashen, and their minds are corrupted, darkened. Eventually these changed followers, a dozen in number, disappear into the night, leaving the remaining people of Solace in fear of what they have become.

-12 Followers

Etlu
[6] = 6

At long last, after spending days and weeks wandering the forests, the errant journey of the folk of Etlu returns to its proper course. Light comes from the east, and the trees grow thinner, until finally the converts are overjoyed to emerge from the trackless forest into the free air once more. It is a matter of only a few hours until they have found their bearing again, and some days of travel later the city of Delinium appears on the horizon to the north.

Dearthair Doethainn
[5] = 5

The task of learning how to derive meaning from markings is a difficult one for the man from Tine, and after much struggling and puzzling he nearly gives up. In frustration he ceases trying to force himself to make sense of the words, and to his surprise finds that the tome he had been inspecting begins speaking to him, a soft voice that only he can hear, but which is only too pleased to instruct him on the contents of the books contained within the Library. It does not answer his questions, or appear to do anything aside from lecture, but it is nonetheless an easy way to learn ought which the Maker had given for the deities to know- it appears that the Library is mainly filled with mundane knowledge, information about the world around the gods, not the higher mysteries. Still, a useful resource, certainly.

Yatzang
[2 + 1 + 2] = 5

It is strange to work with ingredients here in the south, but it seems the beasts attacking the city are not troubling this part of Kurin, and the Fox-Spirit's acolytes manage to locate the several items that the god requires for his healing remedy. The farmer and his family are most grateful, and freely tell Yatzang much about the settlement, of the man Etlu who would bring war, and the terrible monsters that trouble the village here in the southlands.

+5 Followers

Mortem
[1] = 1

With the sun at his back, Mortem travels across the mountains, to where he heard Kurin lay. Gradually the land grows both cold and dry, an endless waste of ice by night and blazing sun by day, a trackless desert. After traveling many days through this blasted hellscape, the god of death begins to consider that he might have not understood the garbled directions from the last hunter he slew when the man told him where the village lay.

Morgana
[5 - 2] = 3

The Library of the Maker stubbornly keeps its secrets. The mages might have learned their powers from here, but Morgana's perusal of the volumes that she has collected yields nothing of mystical value- not a single fireball, nor a smidgen of an apocalyptic ability. There is much discourse on the symbiosis of the plants of the Wildwood, and the migration habits of a creature called the kruvis kar within the depths of the Endless Ocean, but that is hardly the information she was seeking after.

[Agoi]

Waylon
[2 + 1] = 3

Though Waylon's display of wealth and skill is impressive to the men and women of the various criminal organizations, they are accustomed to operating independently, and his repeated suggestions that they should bow to his expertise generate more resistance that acquiescence. Thieves, pirates, assassins- these are people which do not hold to any authority after his long years away, and some lucre, while appreciated, will not change their habits of long association.

-Disposition: Thieves of Nemos

Waylon sighed to him.

If they will not respond to honor or gold, then perhaps I can get them to respond to fear and chaos. he thought to himself.

Waylon looked around, watching as their shadows bounced along the floor and walls. Now was the time. He made his decision quickly, and Waylon was prepared to face the consequences of his actions. He reached out to the shadows, attempting to change them into shades so he could lay these leaders to rest.

Action: Create shades which will then kill all the leaders of the thieves, assassins, pirates, etc. present in the room.

[Novas Arcanum]

Terrana had arisen from her meditation feeling reborn.The bones of the Earth had revitailzed her kindred spirit and she felt that anything was possible.She was ready to present to the people of Delenium a miracle befitting the power of a goddess.Soon they would know the power she wielded has Goddess of the Earth. She walked to a spot near the town that travelers frequented and held her hands.The dirt and particles shifted has she carved her holy symbol into the ground.It was a very superficial movement for she did not want to overexert herself.Still, hundreds of souls would see the symbol that was hers and know that they were in the midst of the Goddess of Earth.

Maker please grant me the power to complete this task

The diety thought has she raised her arms and to convey her dominion over the earth.



Action Use aspect of the Earth,to etch her symbol on the ground near Delenium

[The Federation of Kendor]

Delenium

Again, the followers of Etlu, as well as Etlu himself, retraced their steps through the Wildwoods. They made sure to remember the trees, as well as the ground below to see any footprints they had left from walking. Fortunately for them, they were successful this time. As the lights from the east became brighter, and the trees grew thinner, they were very hopeful that they would be free.

They were correct. They soon stepped out of the forests and into the free air, of the endless plains in the land. They soon walked for some hours, now on the right path, while hunting any animals and searching for plants that they saw, which were all plentiful here. Hours later, they saw a city in the horizon. They didn't know what the city's name was, but a travelled, who they met, told them that it was Delenium. Now, Etlu decided to camp out of the city, in an attempt to increase his weapon's power, before going in.

Action: Use his aspect to enchant his weapons, a sword and a spear, so it will become sharper and more durable.

[Camelone]

16
Dearthair Doethainn
[5] = 5

The task of learning how to derive meaning from markings is a difficult one for the man from Tine, and after much struggling and puzzling he nearly gives up. In frustration he ceases trying to force himself to make sense of the words, and to his surprise finds that the tome he had been inspecting begins speaking to him, a soft voice that only he can hear, but which is only too pleased to instruct him on the contents of the books contained within the Library. It does not answer his questions, or appear to do anything aside from lecture, but it is nonetheless an easy way to learn ought which the Maker had given for the deities to know- it appears that the Library is mainly filled with mundane knowledge, information about the world around the gods, not the higher mysteries. Still, a useful resource, certainly.

The voice that entered his mind was certainly a surprise for Dearthair Doethainn he had begun to despair that his mind would be unable to access the secrets of the Library of the Maker. While he was slightly disappointed to hear that the information within the confines of the Library were things that would be considered more temporal the wealth of knowledge was still highly fascinating and the Maker must have foresaw that the information here would be of use to him and his fellow ascended brothers and sisters. Now Dearthair Doethainn was curious about whether he could find any tome that could describe how he relates to the world, not in the metaphysical and philosophical sense but in the physical and magical sense, the natural laws that the Maker has placed upon him and the other ascended. With that in mind Dearthair Doethainn began walking through the library in the search of such a tome.

Actions: Search the Library of the Maker for a tome that can explain how he and the other ascended interact with the created world.

[Ralnis]

The City hurt and a god left under a spat. I saw myself understanding why but I still couldn't leave. The town needs me and I need to learn how to be like the Maker who made me.

Yatzang had gain the trust of the farmer and his family. With renewed vigor the farmer answer any and all questions the Fox had. From understanding the city near the southlands, to the war god and the beast Yatzang had a lot on his plate. Still, the followers needed shelter so he told them to squat in the abandoned homes till sunrise and keep it protected from the beasts. As evening fell and day came back, there was scratches and attempts to get in but the people were coming out of their homes, albeit slow and afraid of the next wave to come and throw themselves at the makeshift defenses.

Yatzang decided to try and employ his followers to help build some proper defenses to deter the horde long enough for the Alchemist to think of a way to solve the village's problem for good.

Action: Use the followers to try and build some defenses for the village to keep the beasts at bay.

[Auphelia]

Morgana
[5 - 2] = 3

The Library of the Maker stubbornly keeps its secrets. The mages might have learned their powers from here, but Morgana's perusal of the volumes that she has collected yields nothing of mystical value- not a single fireball, nor a smidgen of an apocalyptic ability. There is much discourse on the symbiosis of the plants of the Wildwood, and the migration habits of a creature called the kruvis kar within the depths of the Endless Ocean, but that is hardly the information she was seeking after.

Morgana continues to read, intent on learning. If she cannot learn magical spells here like the mortals could, somehow in less than a few hours, then she will learn all she can about the world around her and become knowledgeable in everything she can.

Action: Continue to study the texts for their knowledge, keeping an eye out for anything potentially magical but simply seeking to absorb the information given to her

[Lisbane]

Mortem, rather annoyed at what had happened, decided to backtrack his steps, and hopefully, if lady luck was with him this time, make his way to Kurin, but he wasn't sure of his chances, and the description of Kurin was nothing like the environment he know found himself in. Alas, he began his walk back, and hopefully to Kurin.

Action: Find his way to Kurin

[The Federation of Kendor]

17

Waylon
[4 + 2 - 1] = 5

He used his power to manipulate the shadows, and soon, they turned to shades. To the surprise of everyone in the room, the shades came into them, and in seconds, it overtook them. They screamed and cried out as they were blinded and suffocated by the engulfing shade, before they died. However, some managed to survive, because the shade was not strong enough to engulf them, and soon, they turned on Waylon, intent on killing him

+10 Enemies of Waylon

Terrana
[9 + 1 + 1] = 11

Terrana concentrated all of her power on the ground to etch her symbol on the people of Delenium. Soon, the earth was manipulated to her bidding, lowering to form her symbol, a massive symbol that could be seen in it's entirety from the top of the Ziggurat of the Delenium and the hill near Delenium, and could have it's part seen from many leagues away. Many who saw it, including the ruling class, instantly worshipped her. However, the symbol also cut through the buildings on the outer district of Delenium and some of the farms, much to the anger of the people there.

+75 Followers of Terrana, -5 Enemies of Terrana, +30 Enemies of Terrana

Etlu
[12 + 1 - 1] = 12

Etlu channeled his powers to his sword and spear, enchanting them. However something went wrong during the enchanting process. He channeled too much of his power to both weapons, resulting in parts of the power inside his weapons escaping. Furthermore, he lost parts of his power permanently, as it was sealed inside his weapon. The escaping power of pure war soon traveled into a building in the city, punching a hole in the wall and killing a whole family. People saw that happening, before they came to the source of the power.

+40 Enemies of Etlu, Sword and spear empowered, Etlu: -1 Power, -10 Citizens of Delenium

Dearthair Doethainn
[8 - 2] = 6

Dearthair Doethainn searched through the Library of the Makers. The library was so vast, that it was difficult to find a tome that explained the secret of how the Maker wanted the deities to interact with the world. However, persistence soon payed off, and Dearthair Doethainn came upon a tome, which spoke to him of how he was supposed to interact with the world, which was to embrace the aspect of the fire as the Humans knew. It also explained how all of the other gods were supposed to interact with the world. It only explained the basics, however.

Yatzang
[7 + 1 - 1]= 7

Yatzang's follower quickly went to work building a defense for the town of Kurin, while Yatzang tried to think of a way to defend the town. They quickly and hastily gathered the people to built makeshift defenses from wood to block the wolves, building effective wolf traps, barriers, and spiked woods to deter the wolves from attacking long enough got Yatzang to figure out a way. It worked well, and some people gained trust in Yatzang.

+5 Followers of Yatzang

Morgana
[5 - 2] = 3

Morgana continued to read the texts that she found. Unfortunately for her, she was still not at luck, with the texts being just basic and trivial informations about the world and the Maker. She did find few magical texts, but it was too useless for her to learn any magical spells or learn about the training of the mage.

Mortem
[2 - 1] = 1

Mortem didn't get any luck at all. Instead, he continued to get lost, straying further from his path to Kurin. After days of walking, he found himself stepping from the grasslands near the forest, to the wide desert. He was now very lost

[Novas Arcanum]

Terrana preached to her followers in midday after having etched her symbol on the earth."O devout followers, stay true to ways of love! Love thy Earth, love thy neighbors, love thy enemies for they know not the actions they partake in!" The Goddess of Earth said on the verdant green hill to her one hundred and five followers. Her crystal dress and gorgeous brown curly hair, the color of darkened Earth flowed in the wind.No doubt her followers were mesmerized by her exquisite beauty has much has her hallowed words which flowed like the zen energy of the mountains commanding respect and discipline. She looked at the faces, and felt immense love for them something that few other deities felt for their followers, she was the Mother Earth, and they were her children, and like children they needed guidance. "Spread the word, spread love, for the earth, is in need of it, I shall be gone for a short while but I will return with a new proclamation!".

She then converged with the Earth, and earth sped back to her massive gold site. She needed to reimburse the farmers whose homes she had damaged. Terrana was taken aback that she had amassed so many enemies even has former enemies rescinded their words and followed her. But she was the Mother Goddess and saw beyond the shortsightedness of mortals. With luck, her gold could temper the souls who stood against her and perhaps win her even more followers? Who knew? Only time would give rise to the fruits of her efforts.

Action Earthspeed to her gold site, and if possible take enough gold to reimburse the people of Delenium

[Ralnis]

Kurin

The defenses had managed to keep the beasts from attacking the town. For the first time, the people had came out of their homes and started to reclaim the town. The Fox-spirit was able to see people thanking his followers for stopping the invasion, albeit it was only temporary but it was effective in keeping the host back. Still, being in a settlement was better than nothing and the elder was happy to allow the followers of the Fox-Spirit to settle in the former homes of the dead if their god continued to bless them with support. The Fox-Spirit had given his word that he will bless them with what they need.

One thing that he started to think about some of his ideas and decided to go to his followers. They needed to try and use the town's clay sources to build statues. Some grumbled but didn't disrespect their master and went to see if they can do it.

Action: Get the followers to search for clay and build some clay statues

[Auphelia]

Morgana
[5 - 2] = 3

Morgana continued to read the texts that she found. Unfortunately for her, she was still not at luck, with the texts being just basic and trivial informations about the world and the Maker. She did find few magical texts, but it was too useless for her to learn any magical spells or learn about the training of the mage.

She continues to look through the texts, seeking to learn all she can. She knows that eventually she will find something worth her time.

Action: Continue trying to learn the magic the sorcerers learned.

[The Federation of Kendor]

Delenium

Etlu was now standing outside of Delenium, with his followers. He had just finished enchanting his weapons, but since he used too much of his power, it caused him to lose part of his own God power, with it being inside both of his weapons now. As for the weapons itself, it became legendarily strong, though it came at the cost of some of the God power flying out of the weapons and killing a whole family.

And now, people, who were shocked when they suddenly heard something explosive in the city, and then saw the destruction, were able to sense the person responsible, Etlu. They were now surrounding Etlu and his followers, blaming him for killing the family and calling people to kill him. Etlu soon had to defend himself with his followers against the angry mob.

Actions: Defend himself against the mob, using his power and his followers

[The Federation of Kendor]

18

Terrana
[9] = 9

Immediately, Terrana earthspeed to her gold site. She took enough gold to reimburse the farmers whose homes and farms she destroyed with her symbol. Soon, she brought enough gold back, that most of the farmers repented.

-25 Enemies of Terrana

Yatzang
[10 + 1] = 11

Yatzang's followers went around the town and it's surrounding areas to search for any clay pit. Quickly, they managed to find several pits. They dug out the clay, before building a statue as their God commanded. Soon, there were several clay statues, humanlike and muscular. However, some considered the statues to be ugly and had nothing to do with the town's condition.

+10 Enemies of Yatzang

Morgana
[8 - 2] = 6

She continue to read the texts. Soon, she managed to find some useful texts, containing instructions on how to learn basic spells. She soon started to train how to use magic according to the texts. She was soon able to use simple magics.

Etlu
[10 + 1 + 1 - 1] = 11

Etlu, along with his followers, readied their stances as they fought the wave of angry mobs. Drawing their weapons, the inexperienced mob, only driven by anger and using every day tools, were easily cut down by Etlu's weapons, and shot by arrows from the followers bows. However, the chaos was seem by many, including the ruler

- 35 Enemies of Etlu, +3 Hostility to Etlu