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Auphelia
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Postby Auphelia » Wed Jul 03, 2019 1:01 pm

Hagia
Goddess of Family and Healing


What absolute nonsense.

She had only left the small encampment of humans for the morning, teaching several locals the different plants that could replicate the divine art of healing, and how to prepare them. Some took to it well, while she constantly had to save others from their own stupidity. By the time the sun had risen high in the sky she has led her students back to the main village, but it was far more empty than it had been before. There had been no announcement of a hunt, not for several more days, and yet where were the men? Tsk! This is why she never trusted them. The disgusting creatures never had to carry a child, leading to their tendency to go woman to woman, impregnating them while shirking all duty to their children. Even the wild beasts they hunted knew better.

Upon seeing her return, several weeping women and children ran to her, pleading for her help. A rival tribe had come earlier that day, after she had left, and challenged this tribe for the right to hunt on this patch of land. Like the fools they were, the men of the tribe had accepted, and let themselves be taken to the field to battle to fight for dominance. While she loathed to get involved in conflict, the vast majority of the missing men were fathers, and she felt tears welling in her eyes at the thought of the innocent faces of the young staring up at her being vulnerable to those who might seek to harm them in the future. It was only right to force this conflict to an end and bring these men home whether they wanted to or not.

Quickly commanding the attention of several worried women who had not been on her herb collection, see asked them to lead her in the direction of the battle. As it so happened, they walked less than ten minutes down to the river and then along its banks. The women who had seen the men leave didn't know where they went next, but a trail of footprints in the mud along the river led them down a short way, until they crested a hill. Stopping in a small copse of trees at the top, they observed a terrible sight. Dead bodies littered the grass of a shallow valley, and in the middle their tribe was being hemmed in, slowly drained of life. The chieftain, a simple brute of a man, was flailing under the onslaught, but somehow still able to continue crushing skulls.

These men were animals. Fathers who cared not for their families, but only for the glory of killing other fathers on the field of battle. But what was that, hovering in the sky above . . . ? Of course. Bellicosus sat, just high enough that he was out of her line of sight when she had been looking into the shallow valley below, urging these men to kill each other for his own amusement. What was worse, he had decided to favour the men of the village these women came from. Several of the women had already been overwhelmed by the aura of the warmongering god, cowering behind the thin trees, trying to shrink into the shadows. This would not do at all. For every human that fell, an orphan and widow would be left behind.

She sent out power of her own to wash over these warriors, cooling their blood lust and reminding them of those who would suffer if they died in such a meaningless conflict. Their children, wives, mothers. She visualised the wounds of the dying sealing up, internal damage reversed, but knew she could do nothing for those already deceased.

What a waste.

Action: End this frivolous skirmish and heal the wounded so they can return to their families in one piece.
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Postby Sinyal » Wed Jul 03, 2019 2:23 pm

Averios,
God of Fire and Knowledge


Averios was on a mission. A very important mission in fact. He was going towards a village called Caspeteria. Averios had given greatly to Caspeteria when its people were building it up from nothing. Now they had strayed away from the gods and goddesses of Atheria, worshipping other gods and goddesses, fake gods and goddesses. Averios was to burn the village until there was nothing left, and then have some of his followers settle there, building a new village. When he walked up, the villagers noticed him and screamed and ran in their homes. It would be of no use, Averios would burn them all. Then, to Averios' surprise, a old man wearing purple robes came out. "Averios, one of the holy ones, spare me and family, as I have worshiped you and your brothers and sisters my whole life." "Well then mortal, leave as fast as you can, fore I am burning this village to nothing," Averios replied.

Action: Burn the village
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Postby Theyra » Wed Jul 03, 2019 3:25 pm

Vuthar, God of Ice and Light

Quiet, that was what it was at Vuthar's castle at the south pole. Nothing there but him and only him. Made out of ice, it was a sight to be had; it was tuck away in a remote part of the island and near the pole. It was not as big as his main home at the north pole, and most of the time he was up north. Vuthar generally comes here when he wants to be alone or away from people. Not that he did not like people, he prefers to be alone and rarely spends time at his place at Mount Atherius. But, there was another reason why Vuthar was here. For a while, he was taken a recent interest in the mortals that live on this world. The numerous but primitive humans, the magical elves that dwelled in the forests and the industrious dwarves that live high in the mountains. His attention turned primary to the dwarves and their city of Khag Maldir. For their city is located near the south pole, near his castle. He wished to talk to these dwarves and learn more about them. Vuthar left his castle and ventured to Khag Maldir.

As he approached the city, he was surprised to find two other gods nearby. He recognized the two, the bestial Murr Quhalden the god of monsters and Arjila the water and moon goddess. "What are they doing here, do they want something from the Dwarves as well? He thought wondering, they are only acquaintances to them despite being one of the Atherians. He guessed this could a good time to talk with his fellow gods, and see their intentions for the dwarves. He slowly walked to the two gods and spoke in a friendly tone, "Hello Murr Quhalden and Arjila, pray tell me to why you are here and maybe you two want something from the dwarves?

Action: Meet with the Dwarves and gain an audience with them.

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Postby Ralnis » Wed Jul 03, 2019 3:29 pm

Theyra wrote:Vuthar, God of Ice and Light

Quiet, that was what it was at Vuthar's castle at the south pole. Nothing there but him and only him. Made out of ice, it was a sight to be had; it was tuck away in a remote part of the island and near the pole. It was not as big as his main home at the north pole, and most of the time he was up north. Vuthar generally comes here when he wants to be alone or away from people. Not that he did not like people, he prefers to be alone and rarely spends time at his place at Mount Atherius. But, there was another reason why Vuthar was here. For a while, he was taken a recent interest in the mortals that live on this world. The numerous but primitive humans, the magical elves that dwelled in the forests and the industrious dwarves that live high in the mountains. His attention turned primary to the dwarves and their city of Khag Maldir. For their city is located near the south pole, near his castle. He wished to talk to these dwarves and learn more about them. Vuthar left his castle and ventured to Khag Maldir.

As he approached the city, he was surprised to find two other gods nearby. He recognized the two, the bestial Murr Quhalden the god of monsters and Arjila the water and moon goddess. "What are they doing here, do they want something from the Dwarves as well? He thought wondering, they are only acquaintances to them despite being one of the Atherians. He guessed this could a good time to talk with his fellow gods, and see their intentions for the dwarves. He slowly walked to the two gods and spoke in a friendly tone, "Hello Murr Quhalden and Arjila, pray tell me to why you are here and maybe you two want something from the dwarves?

Action: Meet with the Dwarves and gain an audience with them.


"I am here to try and get a commission with them to construct a tool for me. I fell after being ambushed by ice spirits in a blizzard near the entrance. Arjila came and demanded what I was doing here and here we are. I have no need for doing war among the Moon Goddess or the Dwarves but I need this tool in order for me to fulfill my promise to my kin."
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Postby Novas Arcanum » Wed Jul 03, 2019 4:22 pm

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The world of Terra spins onward tales written in the Book of Time.


Hyzlet

The man died from a heart attack as he was carried across the heavens by the Lord of Insects. Mortals where fragile beings and this man had been in a constant state of terror as he was captured and chased by the insect god relentlessly against his will. Hyzlet could feel it has the soul departed this earthly realm to be claimed by the grey hands of Pharnos. The God of Insects had failed in his ambitions.

Bellicosus

The tribal men fought hard for their right to hunt these lands. Spears and clubs gutting each other, blood and organs spilling on the battlefield a frenzy of violence and chaos. In the end, the losing side was encircled they had lost all hope. Then they saw it a meteorite in the heavens a sign of favor and their strength and resolve had arisen, in a bloodthirsty rage they lashed out at the enemy warriors, butchering them to the last man. The victors shouted victory and praised Bellicosus as their chosen god.

+12 Worshippers

Arjilia

"Oi, what are ye doin er lady yer not supposed to be ere!" A Dwarf with a pickaxe had come upon the Goddess of Water. The Dwarspring was a sacred and holy place where they had first awakened from their deep slumber. He yelled at her as she left the scene to speak with the God of Monsters outside the stronghold.

Murr Quhalden

The Dwarves looked bewildered." Well ye would have to offer something to us in exchange for us to smith tool for ye, but before ye do that stranger ye will be coming with us to speak with the king" Before they could escort the Lord of Monsters to an audiance with the King of Dwarves, Arjila and Vuthar had appeared from out of nowhere.

Idvar

Idvar was immediately trapped in the dome of Lord Pharnos. Even the Lord of Illusions could not see this coming, in the Underworld Pharnos, had near omnipotence and could do as he pleased. Twenty guards servants of their lord came to interrogate the deity of deception.

Armonk

The God of Fortresses wandered across the breast of the world. He soon stopped and got to work building a huge storehouse. Fate would have it that he would build the foundations in record time, is godly speed and strength gathering the resources and raising the structure quickly, it would soon be completed a storehouse worthy of a god.

+1 Storehouse.

Societus

The humans ignored Societus, and carried on with their lives, hunting, fishing, gathering the bounties of their jungle land. They cared not for the god of trade more concerned with survival in the wilderness of their rainforest homeland.

Pharnos

The Lord of the Underworld tried to stem the tide of warrior souls departing to Bellicosus's realm. He could not stop it at all. The God of War had already claimed them and thus Lord Pharnos could do nothing whatsoever to reverse the course of the souls. He would either need to convince Bellicosus to stop the stealing of his souls or defeat him in battle...

Arboreus

The Lord of the Forest breath fire onto the tree. With the power of the wood, it soon was given the breath of life, and the tree soon gained sentience. It grew arms and legs, and sprouted eyes. It towered high above the earth a mighty being indeed. Yet the tree-spirit was so young it knew not of its purpose on Terra or even how to speak yet. The spirit looked at Arboreus like a child to a parent seeking guidance from his creator.

Hagia

Hagia was too late it appeared. The red hot passions of battle had fueled the fire in the men's hearts and souls and they were under the influence of the God of War. Still, some were enamored to put down their weapons and end the madness they were butchered, by their more bloodthirsty enemies. Still, the goddess of healing managed to save some men before they where killed stemming their bleeding and knitting their wounded flesh.

19 Wounded saved from death.

Averios

The god of fire burned one of the few primitive settlements founded by the sons of man. The screams of horror where all that be heard as Averios shot balls of fire at the mud daub huts, burning them to smoldering pits. Try as they might they could not defend themselves against a god. Pain and suffering where the call of the day and a settlement of more than fifty souls were erased from the face of Terra. Their spirits haunt the land unable to depart it for the senseless violence inflicted on them they are cursed and burdened. The few survivors warn the surrounding tribes of the terrible being that butchered their people.

-73 villagers killed, +5 survivors, +55 Enemies of Averios.

Vuthar

The god of ice traveled to from his castle to the City of Khag Maldir. At this point, the Dwarves were cursing at all the cosmic beings that decided to gather at their citadel.

Kona

The King of the Gods, summoned a mighty storm. Lighting struck from the heavens, and the villagers looked in awe, as they couldn't believe their eyes. The skeptics then bowed as well before the Lord of the Heavens and recognized him as their supreme god. They would make Kona their chief deity in place with the ancestor spirits they already worshipped before.

+50 Worshippers
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Postby The Archipelago Territory » Wed Jul 03, 2019 4:54 pm

Ivdar saw Pharnos’ guards approaching him and realized he did not have much power since he was in Pharnos’ domain. He thought about going to the shadowlands, but that would only make his situation worse. He could handle the guards approaching him.

“It seems there’s been a misunderstanding,” Ivdar exclaimed, trying to divert the guards’ attentions, although they did nothing. As they approached him, he yelled “kneel before me! How dare you attack me like this,” although nothing happened. hopefully Pharnos is allowing my powers to work here he thought, trying to think of something to do.

He envisioned Lord Pharnos entering the room, commanding them to stand down. He doubted the guards would catch on to the illusion if it worked, since they didn’t look like the brightest guards.

Action: Create an illusion of Lord Pharnos entering the room, commanding the guards to stand down.
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Postby Ralnis » Wed Jul 03, 2019 5:32 pm

Murr Quhalden, Lord of Monsters

Despite the talking with the two gods, the monster deity's attention was set on the dwarves when the guard escorted him inside. The inside of the city was large for such short beings. Everywhere was the sound of dwarves doing the most industrial things he had ever seen. He wandered if they could do what he will negotiate for them. Though to mess with any part of his being would have the potential of birth new monsters or spreading the chaotic divinity across the stout ones.

However he must try to do what he can for his promise. The monsters of the world were wild and he couldn't control them properly. He was not his mother and that was more than apparent as he didn't have so much control over his abilities as lord of the monsters. As he came up to the mighty stone throne of the king, he kneeled down in respect to the old mortal and spoke.

" Your Majesty Greybeard, I am Murr Quhalden, Lord of Monsters. I come to you buy a commission for your dwarves to make me something of great power. You see, I require of you to use a portion of my divine essence and help focus in taming the monsters across the land and severing their souls from chaos, allowing them to live in peace for once. In exchange for this, I offer you a covenant with the monsters. They will protect your mountains, help you prosper, and no dwarf will ever be attacked should I live."

Action: try to make that deal with what I said above.
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Postby Vaerehnor » Wed Jul 03, 2019 5:43 pm

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KIBADI, AETHERIAN OF THE NIGHT


As the Day came to a close, the cold dark Night advanced over Terra. Kibadi opened her eyes and rose from her slumber. She watched as the simple mortals lit fires and retreated from the advancing night to their homes. She listened as a silence swept over the land. The great Moon shone in lieu of the daylight sun. But it was barren. The mortals retreated from the night and the creatures of Terra cursed the sun for leaving them to such a blank and dark, cold sky. Kibadi heard their curses, their calls. So she took her necklace of silver and crushed it to dust, and cast it out across the sky, birthing the stars in the night sky. She called on these stars to form into twelve shapes, each to represent one of the Aetherian gods; A Bolt for Kona, a fang for Mur Quhalden, a sun for Voriss, a spear for Bellicosus, a ring behind the midnight moon for Arjila, a cross made of the 5 brightest stars for Vuthar, two mortals holding hands for Hagia, a Triskellion for Ivdar, a hearth for Sociatus, a flame for Averios, a pair of horns for Pharnos, and for herself, a crown of seven stars leading North.

She put out her jeweled hand and began to send her divine energy into these small, young stars to let them glow in the night.

Action: Attempt to create Stars, with a constellation for each Aetherian.

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Postby Romae in Perpetuum » Wed Jul 03, 2019 5:43 pm

The Warmaster of the gods breathed in deeply as he surveyed the corpse littered battlefield from above. Slaughter dedicated to him! These warriors had fought bravely against the odds and proven themselves adept at the butchers art, whilst many of their number had fallen, in addition to countless enemies, the heroic dead would prove worthy additions to his corpse-hall and the cowardly dead unworthy slaves!

Casting his fiery sight to his Realm of Destruction, the war god could feel his new denizens arrive, but felt an odd pull as if something was trying to keep them from their true master. He focused harder. Yes. The death god, Pharnos...he could hear his impotent cries from his rotting domain and the Lord of Destruction laughed loudly. Threats of retribution, decrees of intent...all useless of course. Bellicosus had claimed the souls of warriors before all the gods and had the Crimson one appeared in person, they could have settled the matter with the sword. But he wisely had not, Bellicosus had been named Warmaster of the gods for a reason, he had never been defeated in single combat nor in open battle and the ruler of the underworld was no warrior, he would have been cleaved in twain if he were to fight the God of War on a neutral plain.

As he sensed the souls being sorted by his dread servants, however, he felt...perplexed. Some of these warriors had tried to abandon the fight...had put down their weapons? Impossible! His very presence drove men mad with bloodlust...unless. Then he sensed her...that weakling Hagia, she had no business interfering in his domain! War was the work of men! Why had she brought women to his slaughter? He met her gaze from his high chariot and shot her a look of pure fiery rage, but wondered how such a puny god could have held off his mother's forces during the war...even for a moment.

Dismissing the thought, his attention returned to the victorious chief and his men who were revelling in their victory and in them the Warmaster saw the foundations of a great army, one that would sweep the plains of men in a tide of destruction and blood… all in his name. It was time to start building.

Stepping off his chariot, Bellicosus fell to the ground, riding a tide of baleful flame and landed before the celebrating men. Knowing he could not appear in his full power, for fear of driving the mortals mad with fear and bloodlust he toned down his appearance somewhat. He wore the form of a warrior, but restricted his height to a mere ten feet, pulled back his fiery visage to a menacing glow, but his eyes retained their hellish fire.

“Warriors!” He cried, his cruel voice echoing for miles around. “Your prowess has impressed me and the slaughter done today is worthy tribute to your god! Your comrades feast tonight in my Corpse Hall where eternal glory awaits those who die well in battle! But in recognition of your talent I offer you a reward and a purpose!” As he spoke the Warmaster reached deep into the Realm of Destruction, into the immense armories of the titan forge, past the stores of divine weapons hoarded by his mother, and selected a fine sword and shield for each man that appeared at the feet of the god.
“These weapons are greater than anything wielded by your fellow man! With my blessing you will carve through them as if walking through air! But you great chieftain.” He said, pointing at the blood soaked giant. Deserve yet a greater gift!” Reaching again into his armories the Lord of Destruction pulled out a great two handed axe and a fearsome full face helm that showed a frightful demon. “The helm will grant you battle knowledge and frighten you foes, the axe will grant even greater strength allowing you to cleave into your enemies! With these gifts, I name you the Warriors of Bellicosus, and to you, chieftain, I give you the title Chosen of the Warmaster! You will go forth, destroy your enemies, grow your numbers, spread the Battle-joy of Bellicosus! Terra is yours, if you have the strength to tame her!”

Action: Raise the beginnings of a great army and unleash these men, to wreck destruction and terror in the war god’s name.
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Postby Arkeyana » Wed Jul 03, 2019 6:03 pm

The Western Forest
Aboreus looked over his creation with the same emotion a parent would feel looking upon their newborn child. This creation had the spark of intelligence, yet it had nothing to do with it. So, he decided to gift it knowledge and other abilities. First, he whispered in an ancient tongue, the language of the forest. The Tree would know that it's kind were to be called Treefolk, caretakers of the Forest. It would be taught how to speak, and to create more of it's kind to protect the forest. It was taught all there was to know about nature and the different beasts of the World.

Action: Teach the Treefolk
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Postby Auphelia » Wed Jul 03, 2019 7:07 pm

Romae in Perpetuum wrote:“Warriors!” He cried, his cruel voice echoing for miles around. “Your prowess has impressed me and the slaughter done today is worthy tribute to your god! Your comrades feast tonight in my Corpse Hall where eternal glory awaits those who die well in battle! But in recognition of your talent I offer you a reward and a purpose!” As he spoke the Warmaster reached deep into the Realm of Destruction, into the immense armories of the titan forge, past the stores of divine weapons hoarded by his mother, and selected a fine sword and shield for each man that appeared at the feet of the god.
“These weapons are greater than anything wielded by your fellow man! With my blessing you will carve through them as if walking through air! But you great chieftain.” He said, pointing at the blood soaked giant. Deserve yet a greater gift!” Reaching again into his armories the Lord of Destruction pulled out a great two handed axe and a fearsome full face helm that showed a frightful demon. “The helm will grant you battle knowledge and frighten you foes, the axe will grant even greater strength allowing you to cleave into your enemies! With these gifts, I name you the Warriors of Bellicosus, and to you, chieftain, I give you the title Chosen of the Warmaster! You will go forth, destroy your enemies, grow your numbers, spread the Battle-joy of Bellicosus! Terra is yours, if you have the strength to tame her!”

Action: Raise the beginnings of a great army and unleash these men, to wreck destruction and terror in the war god’s name.


Hagia
Goddess of Family and Healing


Oh, that great idiot! It was bad enough he had wasted lives in a shallow attempt to relive his glory during the Titanomachy, but now he had the audacity to take these men from their obligations in the tribe, and for what? His own personal army as some sort of ill-conceived vanity project? Unacceptable. She and Bellicosus had rarely had cause to interact before, aside from their duties in the court of King Kona, but the two had never seen eye to eye on many issues. Violence was simply antithetical to the concept of a happy, loving family.

She gestured to the small group of women behind her, nearly ten of whom she recognised as wives of the men below and another three who had just been widowed. They followed her through the trees and down the hill, several having to hold others up who had broken down into tears. Her eyes were filled with rage as she fed off of the sorrows of these women, sure that they were soon to be left to raise their children alone, forced to scrounge for even the most meagre food now that the hunters had gone. She would not let that happen, or those men would rue the day they went off gallivanting about like the slovenly, cowardly, reckless little . . .

"You!" she said, her voice rising to meet Bellicosus'. She didn't bother to change shape as he had, remaining not even half his height, a matronly old woman whose face reminded all mortals who saw it of their own mothers. Just as the war God's presence brought out blood lust, her own would perhaps be enough to neutralise it, gently reminding all of these worthless men on their brink of abandoning their families what they were leaving behind. Their own mothers and fathers, providing for them. Their wives, children, waiting for them, hoping against hope they had survived. Of course, not all of these men had families to go back to, but her influence was not meant to sway them. They were worse than worthless in her eyes. She stepped right up to Bellicosus, ignoring the heat radiation off of him. He may look down on her, but she was an Aetherian God as well, rivalling him in power whether he would acknowledge it or not.

"Stop this foolishness now. I care not if you conscript men with no bonds into your little band of brigands, but I will not abide you taking husbands and fathers from the women and children of this tribe. They have a responsibility to care for them and provide, something you would deny. If you do leave with these men, they will never rear another child, nor shall they bond with any like the families they have left behind. They will be alone in this world, and your army will be nothing more than a collection of individuals who will break when confronted with any united force, uncaring for any but themselves. This is not a promise, too easily broken, nor an oath. It is a malediction, a curse that will plague any who leave their families for your path that can hold only death and misery. As sure as the sun sets each day, you will know this to be true. So proceed carefully, Bellicosus. Take those who belong to none and leave."

Her imposing tone was slightly undercut my the crying of the women around her, clinging to their husbands, brothers, and sons, begging them to stay and not leave them. She knew their desperation was valid, but it certainly wouldn't help Bellicosus take her seriously.

Action: Convince the men of this tribe to stay with their families, if they have them, and curse them with infertility and the inability to feel familial bonds - be it love or brotherhood - ever again if they forsake their own families for this abominable army.
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Postby The Empire of Tau » Wed Jul 03, 2019 8:19 pm

Seeds, Fruits, and Vegetables
Years 2-4, Age of Myth.

It was here, the first wonder was built. While not luxurious in its purpose - being a storehouse - the building was practical in its conception. Measuring as tall as Armonk, that being about 300 meters in height, the yet-to-be-named storage-house was akin to our modern day warehouse. If the storage-house was also the height of the Eiffel Tower and had 62 levels to it. Armonk had essentially made an engineering miracle with raw rock, straw, clay, mud, and whole trees. How the hell can it withstand the elements and let alone stand this tall without modern technology or material? No one knows but Armonk itself.

Rows upon rows of equivalent warehouse shelves, made from clay and mud, fills the interior. There was no light inside the storehouse as Armonk could easily see in the darkness, but that no light would prove problematic for mortals. So, Armonk, using its godly powers, made magic light sources. Armonk was by no means a mage. He barely understood what the hell was magic or its concepts, but making a simple light should be a trivial thing for gods.

Armonk was outside its great storehouse. For all intent and purposes, Armonk could not go inside its storehouse. The storehouse had 62 floors (meaning no room for Armonk) and had no door for his size (only doors that fitted mortals). The general shape of the Great Storehouse of Armonk was a box. Nothing fancy or creative in terms of workmanship. The same goes for the inside too. Everything was made very rigid and uniform. Very boring to look at, but practical.

Next on Armonk’s list of things to do was to get some food from the grocery market with the grocery market was the flat plains or likewise on Terra. The wild-lands. So, Armonk does what he does best - walking. The familiar sound of a certain stone giant is once again heard as Armonk traverses about - looking for cereal crops, fruits, and anything edible for mortals.

The only issue was that Armonk was a bloody 300 meter tall stone giant. It's fine motor-skills are not that good. If Armonk had any in the first place due to its sheer size. The answer to that however is god powers. Armonk has been using its ability as a god to levitate objects for pulling and push ,or inserting items into small areas. So, if Armonk found wheat then Armonk would just levitate the grains until it unearths itself. Although Armonk often would just grab whole pieces of land under whatever it wanted - a more brute-force approach but it works nevertheless.

Action : Find various kinds of edible food for mortals. Armonk is mostly looking anything that be can farmed and breed into new stains of crop. Cereal crops, farm-able fruits, things like that. Armonk will then bring as much as he can carry with him back to the storehouse to store.
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Postby Duestchstien » Wed Jul 03, 2019 8:41 pm

Perhaps in good time these forsaken people would bend their knee to the gods, but enforcement was not in his mind as Societus sat down under the tree and ate his fruit. These people could be so much better off if they had just listened to him. Agriculture, and settling in a village, things which could drastically advance this tribe. All of the sudden Societus had an idea, the Jungle was a hard place to navigate, even as Sociatus walked around he found it difficult to make his way through the place. He fashioned an axe, and began to strike down several trees.

Action: Make a path through the Jungle
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Postby Endem » Thu Jul 04, 2019 2:40 am

Hyztlet raged and threw the mans corpse to the ground for there to meet its destruction, it then called for lotus and said to them to go and harass the man's village for producing such a weak man. It then resumed his quest for a man he could use as a beginning for the insects it wanted to create. It found a small and isolated hut on a slope of the mountain, it flew into the hut as a fly and saw a man that fitted what he needed. It then flew out of the hut and dropped the disguise of a fly. It then banged on the door of the hut and said to the people inside "Fear not, as I am Hyztlet, God of Insects, I have come in peace"

Action: get the people inside the hut to open the door
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Postby Sinyal » Thu Jul 04, 2019 5:57 am

Averios,
God of Fire and Knowledge


Averios felt fulfilled after he burned the village. He knew he had made some enemies, but the deed had to be done. He walked to the nearest elven village called Duhumar. Once he reached the elven village, everyone screamed and ran. He realized that the survivors of the village he burned had told the nearby villages he was a monster. "Fear not mortals, as I will not burn your village, as you have not committed such wrongdoings like the peasants of the village I recently burned," Averios said, his voice booming. Slowly, the elves came out, and one of them, presumably their leader, walked to the village gates. Averios wanted to talk to him about building a temple for him and worshiping him, and he would protect them and give them resources.

Action: Talk to the elf leader
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Postby Novas Arcanum » Thu Jul 04, 2019 8:34 am

Eighty-nine loyal worshippers in total, the King of the Gods was pleased with this. He left them for a time being and watched from the heavens. They hunted the aurochs and sacrificed them to their supreme deity Kona, then feasted on its flesh. Kona saw much potential in these people, the steppe-dwellers; the power of their belief strengthened him but he knew that there was more that could be done. Humans where primitive, they wandered the earth, following seasonal patterns and the large herds of prey across the breadth of the world.

Their lives were short and brutish. They where violent fighting with each often for control of the lands. They died from diseases, and wounds from hunting missions. Women often perished in childbirth, dying to bring new life to this harsh world. Kona thought that with a little push the humans could reach new heights and advance and prosper. He descended down from heavens in his human form to the tribe below as they were packing their few belongings and moving southward has the winter approached.

Steppe-dwellers, long have you lived here in this land, but I have a new proclamation for your people, to go forth and multiply to prosper on the breast of the earth, so decrees the Lord of the Heavens

He raised his hands and they were soon teleported in a flash of light to a far more hospitable part of the world where they could grow and prosper, as his chosen worshippers.

Action: Teleport all 89 worshippers to a warm fertile, river system, where they can develop a civilization.
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Postby Theyra » Thu Jul 04, 2019 9:11 am

Vuthar, God of Ice and Light

"Looks like the dwarves are busy with Murr Quhalden", Vuthar thought as he watched Murr being escorted by the dwarves into their city. "Perhaps I should meet with some humans in the meantime". He turned to Arjilia, "goodbye Arjilia and maybe we will meet again soon". He bowed to her and then made his way away from Khag Maldir. "Hopefully, there would not be others to interfere with my plans or cause a distraction". He thought as he started his search for some humans. Looking far and wide for a group of them. There is potential in theses mortals and Vuthar hoped that he could teach them in order to unlock their potential. After his meeting with the humans, perhaps he could meet the elves at their city of Númenya. Maybe but, he had to focus on finding the humans, they are more spread out then the dwarves and elves.

Action: Find the closest group of humans.

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Postby Novas Arcanum » Thu Jul 04, 2019 10:52 am

Idvar

The Lord of Illusions summoned an image of Lord Pharnos. It was child's play considering his domain was illusion, and Idvar managed to create a perfect replication of Pharnos. The guards were at first bewildered believing their lord to still be in his throne room, but Idvar's illusion looked so real that they immediately laid down their arms and honored the word of their master. Now Idvar needed to the dome that surrounded him, but he felt the power of Pharnos wavering...

Murr Quhalden

The Dwarven King looked bemused. The Dwarven lords talked amongst themselves confused on what was going on. A human fell from the heavens relatively unharmed and requested for them to craft a tool that could tame monsters. The Dwarves had never heard of Murr Quhalden and did not know that he was a god. "Lord of Monsters? Do ye take me as a fool human!? Why should I have this tool crafted when I have no bloody idea who the hell ye are, why should I not have my guards drag ye out of my sight and throw ye out into the icy wastes to die for wasting my time?"

Kibadi

Kibadi crafted the constellations of all twelve Atherians. There where already innumerable stars that lit the skies, before she did this the remains of Primordials from the First Divine War, but by crushing her silver necklace and spreading the dust across the canvas of the heavens something miraculous happened. The heavens were made even more beautiful then they were before and the mortals below would come to appreciate the new constellations that graced the night skies...

Bellicosus

Giving such powerful weapons to mere mortals was unprecedented. Wielding such weapons crafted by a god their minds nearly melted but they soon recovered. They understood their purpose was to wreak havoc and destruction, it seemed the weapons granted to them by the God of War had changed them morphed them into something else they became warriors of the Lord of Destruction

+12 Mad-Warriors of Bellicosus

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The Tree spirit soon understood it's purpose on this earth and that was to protect the forests. The spirit learned forest speech with ease and learned how to best manage the forests of the land. To tend and care for the trees, to ensure that they prospered, to emphasize with them on the molecular level, and understand their pain, and also their desires to prosper. Soon the tree spirit would plant more of his kin and they would travel the planet caring for the forests...

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Hagia

Hagia had failed in influencing the men sworn to Bellicosus. Their will was already aligned with that of the God of War, and her calming effect could not sway them. Her curse also seemed to have no effect as well. Still, the nineteen men she saved earlier had managed to join her side and returned to their families and the tribal people were indebted to her now for saving their husbands and sons from certain death.

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Armonk

The god of fortresses was in a northern region of the world. The land was fertile but barely so, there were berries, tubers, mushrooms, and herbs that could be gathered but no grains grew in this part of the world. As such the storehouse could not hold large amounts of food. The food he did gather from the wild forests would soon spoil if not magically enhanced...

Societus

Thus Societus crafted an ax and cut a pathway through the jungles. It would take many years to cut a path through the thickly forested areas, and he would be assaulted by many beasts along the way.

Hyzelet

The Lord of Insects soon found the village of huts. He realized that the humans had already left to wander the land for greener pastures. The humans of this land relied on the beasts that grazed on the grasslands and the herds of aurochs that lived here had migrated southward has winter was fast approaching and the humans would follow them to escape the deathly grip of winter. Such was the way of life for the majority of humanity wandering the lands for sustenance.

Averios

It seemed that Averios wasn't very knowledgable at all. There was no elven village of Duhumar, instead, he found himself in the middle of the wilderness, leaves blowing the wind, and birds of prey soaring high above. The settlement of Númenya was thousands of leagues away across the world. He looked quite mad.

Kona

Kona successfully transported the tribe to a fertile river mouth in a more southerly region of the world. Beyond lay the Great Ocean, and his worshippers were astonished to find themselves so far from their original homeland. Waves of wild grass swayed in the wind near the river outcroppings of copper jutted from the earth, silverfish swam in swarms, in the coastal waters, and marble cliffs overlooked the coast. The humans praised Kona for transporting them to this new land away from the frigid steppes of the north.

Vuthar

The God of Ice left the great citadel of Khag Maldir. He wandered the frigid southern lands in search of humans. His quest for companionship would not take long and he would find what he was seeking. He saw smoke rising from a fire, and tents made of seal skins, and chunks of meat roasting in the flame. A small group of humans lay around the fires, warming themselves in the snows and talking with one and another no doubt about the great hunt they just had. They laughed not yet recognizing the Lord of Ice approaching them.
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Postby Endem » Thu Jul 04, 2019 10:59 am

Hyztlet was once again mad, it called upon termites and ordered them to eat all of the buildings, then it understood where the humans went that lived previously, not recalling the termites from their task it once again flew into the air and went southward looking for the people of that village, Hyztlet was not to be defied by anyone, these humans didn't yet understand what gift was coming for them, something that would allow them to gain food more easily, if they just gave Hyztlet what it pursued.

Action: locate the humans
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Postby Ralnis » Thu Jul 04, 2019 11:23 am

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Murr Quhalden

The Dwarven King looked bemused. The Dwarven lords talked amongst themselves confused on what was going on. A human fell from the heavens relatively unharmed and requested for them to craft a tool that could tame monsters. The Dwarves had never heard of Murr Quhalden and did not know that he was a god. "Lord of Monsters? Do ye take me as a fool human!? Why should I have this tool crafted when I have no bloody idea who the hell ye are, why should I not have my guards drag ye out of my sight and throw ye out into the icy wastes to die for wasting my time?"
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A smirk came upon the god. He saw that the dwarves would not be persuaded by a man and he had been a while since he let loose. Though he shouldn't release too much of a godly form since he could destroy the city. He shed his human form and became that of a great beast. It had features of that similar to Asep and some of his original form. He grew bigger than all the Dwarves and made it has the entire room was nothing but a sleeping area for one such Murr.

"How dare you speak to me like that mortal!" Murr said in a thunderous echo that could be heard throughout the city," you think because you have forges and are under a mountain means that I won't topple it! I have shaken the very foundation of this planet before you were even a thought in the earth! Now I bend knee to you and this is how you treat your guests? Then let me do it the way of monsters!"

His snout is up to the body of the king," make my tool or I will sunder the very mountains underneath your heads!"

Action: Use his divine monster form to threaten the Dwaven king to do as he commands.
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Postby The Archipelago Territory » Thu Jul 04, 2019 11:59 am

Ivdar turned around, only to realize that Lord Pharnos was standing behind him the whole time. He put his hand on the handle of his spear, signifying he was ready to use it. He doubted he would have to though. He was here to help Pharnos challenge the war god. The Lord of Illusions didn’t want a new realm to be created either. The realm had been created, though, and every god felt the ripples of time and space.

The guards were no longer confused and began picking up their weapons again. Ivdar turned back around to look at Pharnos, and said “Lord Pharnos,” before looking at the size of the dome. “Tell your guards to stop. I’m here to help you with something. I want to challenge the war god,” he continued, letting go of his spear and putting his hands in the air to get rid of hostility. If needed, he thought, he could always take out all the guards.
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Postby Auphelia » Thu Jul 04, 2019 2:01 pm

Novas Arcanum wrote:Hagia

Hagia had failed in influencing the men sworn to Bellicosus. Their will was already aligned with that of the God of War, and her calming effect could not sway them. Her curse also seemed to have no effect as well. Still, the nineteen men she saved earlier had managed to join her side and returned to their families and the tribal people were indebted to her now for saving their husbands and sons from certain death.

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Hagia
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The tribe wept that day. They had lost twenty men, twelve of whom could have returned but instead were corrupted by Bellicosus. His power had emptied them of their ties to the mortal world and had made them hollow shells, only fit to kill and be killed. A tragedy. Five widows were left behind, as were eight young children. The next time she saw him on Mount Aetheris, the god of war would pay.

She spent the rest of the day receiving praise from those who now called themselves her servants, praising her for saving nineteen of the dying. Without her, nearly twenty men would have died, leaving the population of the tribe only half of what it could have been. Already the tribe was struggling, with so many women dying in childbirth, and the children dying without their mothers. However, she knew it was time to move on, as more than just these people needed her help. Already she could see across countless plains and forests to those who needed her. She had been here a week, teaching this tribe how to prosper on the land they had. Too much time had been spent here already. There were tribes in the Northern Steppes dying of plague, families divided as each fell ill, others to the south who starved as they failed to catch anything to eat. She could not help them all. She could only help those who would have the resources to survive once she left. In fact, she could see a band of people not a two day's journey from here, displaced. It was strange, and intriguing burning sensation around them that faded by the moment, as if some godly energy had recently . . . ah, some sort of God had interfered in their lives. Of course. Perhaps it was one more benevolent, but she knew few others cared about the affairs of mortals for anything other than their own gain. Either way, she could feel their need. They had no homes or food stores of any kind, and yet so many families to feed.

She needed to leave, but still felt obligated to grant this tribe a gift after what her fellow Aetherian had done. Silently, she blessed them. The men and women would become fertile and never fear losing a child as long as they loved it, hopefully allowing the tribe to grow, new families created. No woman here would die in childbirth, and no child would die of any natural causes until maturity so long as they honoured their parents and Hagia.

With that last gift, she went from tent to tent, asking the widows and orphans of the village if they would go with her to this new place in need, whose land was more suitable but whose people had nothing but the clothes they wore.

Action: Give the village a final blessing of fertility and protection for the children before leaving with any widows and orphans who wished to follow her to the site of Kona's worshippers.
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Postby Romae in Perpetuum » Thu Jul 04, 2019 2:24 pm

The God of War laughed loud and long as the crone goddess made her threats, a horrible noise that reverberated for miles and miles, forcing nearby mortals to shrink back in terror.
“Your words have no power here, crone.” He began, revelling in his power. “These warriors are sworn to me, and your domain has no power of the affairs of menfolk!” He then noticed his own men, the weapons of the Titanforge seemed to have twisted them, made them more violent, more vicious and, the god hoped, more able in war. He dismissed them with a wave, willing them to go forth to subjugate or destroy the other tribes of men, recruiting and growing as they went. Bellicosus found himself warming to humans, they were capable of such violence and savagery! When properly motivated of course…a race deserving of his favour perhaps?

As his warriors began to leave, the Lord of Destruction refocused on Hagia and her cacophony of wailing women and grew irritated. For the healing goddess ability to appear as her beholders mother only made him think of the dread Titaness of Destruction, whom he despised above all others. Whereas before this crone had only amused him, he grew more and more angry the more she stared up at him, with his mother’s hateful face. In response the sky began turning blood red, his flaming aura grew harsher and stronger and the very terrain around him blackened and cracked before his godly fury. He felt his sword hand twitch, but he managed to repress the urge. Slaying a fellow Aetherian without provocation would surely have consequences and Kona was a powerful enemy to have…

“You have tried to curse my followers, witch.” He spat furiously, growing larger and larger as he spoke. “Now you will find the words of the Warmaster to be as deadly as his blade!” He extended a baleful finger towards his fellow divine. “Hagia the Healer, I Bellicosus, Lord of Destruction and God of War, bring upon you the Destroyer’s curse! Wherever you go on the plain of Terra, you will bring destruction and death in your wake! No matter how many you help, no matter how many lives you save, devastation and slaughter will follow your visits as surely as night follows day! The longer you stay with one peoples, the more damage you will cause! May this teach you not to interfere in the business of men, for your own sake…”

Action: Deploy the Mad-Warriors of Bellicosus to wreak havoc and increase their number and implement the destroyers curse on Hagia.
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Postby The Empire of Tau » Thu Jul 04, 2019 4:11 pm

Freezing Food
Year 4-6, Age of Myth

If Armonk wanted to store any form of foodstuffs in the Great Northern Storehouse then Armonk will need to drop the temperature in the storehouse to near 38-degrees Fahrenheit, or lower. The theory and conception of science has yet to be thought up by mortals. Gods on the other hand, depending on the god itself, should be intelligent enough to understand the systematic study of physical world via observation and experiments - the scientific method. Bacteria, yeasts and molds, are the enemies of any food. Armonk knew that from experience and now needs a solution.

The Northern Great Store-house’s internal temperature was not ideal for storing foodstuffs. The Insulating effort of its clay walls drove up the temperature up to 75-degrees, something that Armonk will not allow. One way to lower the temperature was packed ice, but that idea was quickly thrown out due to its unpractical nature. Armonk was handicapped in terms of any technological solution. So, Armonk relieved on its powers as a god to fix its issues.

Thus, Armonk, using the mysterious powers of godhood, will ensure the constant temperature of 38-degrees Fahrenheit (31-degrees Fahrenheit would be best) within the Great Northern Storehouse for the purpose of warding off bacteria, yeasts and molds, and other microorganisms via the dry nature of cold that will stop the development of said microorganisms that can damage foods via unwanted fermentation, or in other words, spoilage.

Action : What killed the dinosaurs? THE ICE AGE.
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Postby Arkeyana » Thu Jul 04, 2019 4:41 pm

The Western Forest

Aboreus watched as the Treefolk began spreading, the protectors of the forest entrenching themselves slowly but steadily. Yet, the Treefolk could only be made from the most ancient and sturdy trees, and could only cover so much ground. So, it was time for a new group to arise. The Humans would suit this role nicely, given their adaptability, and as such Aboreus took off into the skies to search for a sizable enough village.

Action: Search for a Village
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