Order Of The White Shadow
The White Shadow teach there are dualistic existences of many, if not all things that have ever been made, maybe even The Old God, maybe even the Princes of Ruin. They know that there are Elemental and Natural Spirits that have dualistic existences. They believe in benevolent beings called the Angelus, which are the opposite of the Princes of Ruin's (Demons) and (Archdemons), these angels have grown much less active since the Old God's death, which has given some perceived credibility to those who hypothesized they were subservient to The Old God, there are also the Spirits of abstract concepts, and other similar spiritual beings. In addition, The White Shadow is informed of the nature of "Ghosts". Ghosts are the spirits of those who for some unknown reason are neither in the after life of a Prince of Ruin, in the hands of an Old God, and for some reason seem to be Psychopomps, or shackled spirits inhabiting a single location, or unable to leave certain areas.
One type of Ghost comes directly from the Great West after they die, and sent to inhabit the Mortal Plane for an indefinite period of time. Some have taken it upon themselves to die early in the Great West's massive Empire so they can explore the Mortal Plane, sometimes as agents doing good, sometimes just for experimentation, but nearly always as agents of the Order of the White Shadow. Coincidently, the agents of the White Shadow are why ghosts are commonly seen as spooky beings with shadows inside white robes, and shining white lights for eyes. Agents of the White Shadow commonly frighten people from dangerous areas, attack and haunt wicked beings, and sometimes even exact revenge on behalf of the innocent.
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The Great West
Dahkkarmoth has allowed for a remnant of Humanity who enter into his world of Akk'urad to enter into a place of bliss, happiness, and even paradise, to a limited degree. People who generally were good, upstanding citizens or even just very decent people in general, but blasphemed the Old God when he was alive, or simply died in pride, led others into pride and were stuck up, snobbish or very arrogant ended up in The Great West. Dahkkarmoth is not exactly a god of his word, but he had a great war with the Old God many millenia, maybe Aeons ago, and he was justly defeated after nearly winning against his rival. Dahkkarmoth was so impressed with the Old God's competition and the genius in which he defeated Dahhkarmoth, that he decided to open up a piece of his world in return for such a display of power, wisdom, knowledge and sheer cleverness.
Bound by a mighty geas after granting the Old God a piece of his territory, The Great West once allowed those who had "earned" their peace in the next world immortality, limitless health, superior bodies and much sharper wits and beauty.
The Old God died, but The Great West remains a paradise, although an inferior one compared to it's old glory. Their immortality is no more when they are reliant on their bodies, making this an afterlife where those who enter are mortal by default. Typically, someone who enters here without assistance from the Healers may only live for four hundred years, maybe five hundred years, but no longer than between six hundred and seven years. In order to keep their original immortality, the souls enter into a clay pit and are sculpted by the fine healers of the Great West into their new bodies, where they may then survive, presumably forever.
When/if the occupants of The Great West perish, they are reincarnated into lives back on the mortal plane. If there is no way to enter the mortal plane, they would wander the world as bodiless spectres and wraiths for centuries, or even longer, until they fade away back into the Great West. Those who enter The Great West as Spectres and Wraiths are born from the couplings of those who inhabit the Great West.
The Great West is immune to Dahhkarmoth's energy drain. It would take very specific events to occur in order to reverse this immunity. Furthermore, The Great West knows they are in danger of occupation by rival Princes of Ruin. At least, however, the Great West is filled with men and women with far superior experience, strength, competence, intelligence, talent and skill than they possessed in their former lives. The Zaandi inhabit The Great West as the "Triad Of Churches", which is the name for the three largest religions in The Great West, "Zaandi Order, The Religion of the Old God, and The White Shadow, a religion that teaches a very complicated hierarchy of numerous spirits, angels, and even dualistic interperatations of the Old God, and even some Princes of Ruin. (For example, they might teach that some Lords of Ruin have an avatar separate from the actual deity, an aspect that is benevolent or at least benign, who may act in the benefit of Mankind).
Dahkkarmoth has allowed for a remnant of Humanity who enter into his world of Akk'urad to enter into a place of bliss, happiness, and even paradise, to a limited degree. People who generally were good, upstanding citizens or even just very decent people in general, but blasphemed the Old God when he was alive, or simply died in pride, led others into pride and were stuck up, snobbish or very arrogant ended up in The Great West. Dahkkarmoth is not exactly a god of his word, but he had a great war with the Old God many millenia, maybe Aeons ago, and he was justly defeated after nearly winning against his rival. Dahkkarmoth was so impressed with the Old God's competition and the genius in which he defeated Dahhkarmoth, that he decided to open up a piece of his world in return for such a display of power, wisdom, knowledge and sheer cleverness.
Bound by a mighty geas after granting the Old God a piece of his territory, The Great West once allowed those who had "earned" their peace in the next world immortality, limitless health, superior bodies and much sharper wits and beauty.
The Old God died, but The Great West remains a paradise, although an inferior one compared to it's old glory. Their immortality is no more when they are reliant on their bodies, making this an afterlife where those who enter are mortal by default. Typically, someone who enters here without assistance from the Healers may only live for four hundred years, maybe five hundred years, but no longer than between six hundred and seven years. In order to keep their original immortality, the souls enter into a clay pit and are sculpted by the fine healers of the Great West into their new bodies, where they may then survive, presumably forever.
When/if the occupants of The Great West perish, they are reincarnated into lives back on the mortal plane. If there is no way to enter the mortal plane, they would wander the world as bodiless spectres and wraiths for centuries, or even longer, until they fade away back into the Great West. Those who enter The Great West as Spectres and Wraiths are born from the couplings of those who inhabit the Great West.
The Great West is immune to Dahhkarmoth's energy drain. It would take very specific events to occur in order to reverse this immunity. Furthermore, The Great West knows they are in danger of occupation by rival Princes of Ruin. At least, however, the Great West is filled with men and women with far superior experience, strength, competence, intelligence, talent and skill than they possessed in their former lives. The Zaandi inhabit The Great West as the "Triad Of Churches", which is the name for the three largest religions in The Great West, "Zaandi Order, The Religion of the Old God, and The White Shadow, a religion that teaches a very complicated hierarchy of numerous spirits, angels, and even dualistic interperatations of the Old God, and even some Princes of Ruin. (For example, they might teach that some Lords of Ruin have an avatar separate from the actual deity, an aspect that is benevolent or at least benign, who may act in the benefit of Mankind).
Jorick said
Okay, biography added, my CS is done.
Hey Jorick. Want to argue IC like we did in the Spam forum? lol.
I'm the Occultist, you're a Warlock! Two arguing magicians.
Goodman Jacob, the Farmer, had lived in the rural regions of one of the Western provinces, surrounding one of the Academies of the Zaandi Order. He had almost single handedly transformed the small hamlet of Ashenbark into a small city. He was an extremely prosperous man, and was one of the wealthiest commoners in the entire Republic. He was even wealthier than many minor nobles, and even a handful who weren't so minor. He was one of the many success stories of the very blessed Republic of the West, just separated from the mainland of the other nations by a very mountainous region. Jacob had sons who had very large ranches across the province, who were also very wealthy, turning small villages into boom towns. He had innumerable pigs, cows, chickens, horses, massive harvests preserved by the salt flats of northern provinces capable of feeding whole provinces for at least three whole years. Goodman Jacob is the name that the locals, the province, and really the whole Republic called Jacob White. He funded orphanages and charities for those in poverty, he even had a comfortable dwelling built for the old people of the city who had no one to take care of them, with servants to keep them comfortable, fed, and just provided for in general.
The time had finally come for him to join the Reaper in the Dance Macabre. Jacob, by now, was a ninety seven year old man, about to turn ninety eight in four months. He was extremely spry until he had turn ninety. Then, people began to notice he was losing strength in his legs. Eventually, the winter came, and he had trouble breathing. By the Spring time, he couldn't handle the coming fever that seized him.
"Old God, I have given life times worth of wages to the poor, to those in need, to the unfortunate, to the widows, and to orphans. I have provided for my sons and passed down the blessing you have given me over to them, and they have in turn provided for the poor and needy in their own communities. I was faithful to my wife, and I was fervent in my honor for you."
"I have even discovered new medicines, and gave the knowledge for people to keep and share with mankind forevermore."
"All these things I have done." With that, Goodman Jacob had fallen into the afterlife. His caretakers weeped, and there was a moment of silence for a full hour all over the city. His sons and daughters visited him. Four sons, and Four daughters all weeped and comforted each other. The old woman who was his wife waited for him in death, or so he thought.
He died, he felt himself suddenly. . . fall? Rise? He didn't know. He was suddenly in a bizarre room. He had no sense of fear, just extreme bewilderment. The room was filled with instruments of. . .he didn't know. They looked like torture devices, but for some reason he doubted they were going to harm him. A woman with a white cloth on her face stood over him, and he was restrained on a metal table. She smiled behind the cloth, and slowly helped him up. "Success". She took off the cloth covering her face. "I'm glad you made it". Jacob was confused as he looked around. "This is the hospital." He raised his eyebrow. "Hospital? What's that?" He asked.
In the Republic of Keldarna they had clinics and similar places, but none that went by the name of "Hospital". She explained. "It's like a Clinic. We do surgery, and help people recover from pain and wounds here, help them deal with their diseases and give them rest". He nodded, explaining the word now. She slowly helped him over to a chair in the room.
"Um, how did I end up here?" He asked. He had thought he was dead. She nodded her head. "Well, when we expect someone's arrival, we carve their likeness from clay. They enter into the clay, and they awaken as a person." He was even more confused. "If you're thinking why things are the way they are, it's because that yes, you died. You are in Akk'urad". His face went pale.
She comforted him. "There is no need to worry. I can explain everything to you in time. For now, you just need to enjoy yourself and relax. Everything will be taken care of in time".
The time had finally come for him to join the Reaper in the Dance Macabre. Jacob, by now, was a ninety seven year old man, about to turn ninety eight in four months. He was extremely spry until he had turn ninety. Then, people began to notice he was losing strength in his legs. Eventually, the winter came, and he had trouble breathing. By the Spring time, he couldn't handle the coming fever that seized him.
"Old God, I have given life times worth of wages to the poor, to those in need, to the unfortunate, to the widows, and to orphans. I have provided for my sons and passed down the blessing you have given me over to them, and they have in turn provided for the poor and needy in their own communities. I was faithful to my wife, and I was fervent in my honor for you."
"I have even discovered new medicines, and gave the knowledge for people to keep and share with mankind forevermore."
"All these things I have done." With that, Goodman Jacob had fallen into the afterlife. His caretakers weeped, and there was a moment of silence for a full hour all over the city. His sons and daughters visited him. Four sons, and Four daughters all weeped and comforted each other. The old woman who was his wife waited for him in death, or so he thought.
He died, he felt himself suddenly. . . fall? Rise? He didn't know. He was suddenly in a bizarre room. He had no sense of fear, just extreme bewilderment. The room was filled with instruments of. . .he didn't know. They looked like torture devices, but for some reason he doubted they were going to harm him. A woman with a white cloth on her face stood over him, and he was restrained on a metal table. She smiled behind the cloth, and slowly helped him up. "Success". She took off the cloth covering her face. "I'm glad you made it". Jacob was confused as he looked around. "This is the hospital." He raised his eyebrow. "Hospital? What's that?" He asked.
In the Republic of Keldarna they had clinics and similar places, but none that went by the name of "Hospital". She explained. "It's like a Clinic. We do surgery, and help people recover from pain and wounds here, help them deal with their diseases and give them rest". He nodded, explaining the word now. She slowly helped him over to a chair in the room.
"Um, how did I end up here?" He asked. He had thought he was dead. She nodded her head. "Well, when we expect someone's arrival, we carve their likeness from clay. They enter into the clay, and they awaken as a person." He was even more confused. "If you're thinking why things are the way they are, it's because that yes, you died. You are in Akk'urad". His face went pale.
She comforted him. "There is no need to worry. I can explain everything to you in time. For now, you just need to enjoy yourself and relax. Everything will be taken care of in time".
GreivousKhan said
So does anyone have any large holdings in the deserts to the north?
I might.
I finally made my first post. lol. ^_^
Baron Von Doom
From behind the Dark Goblin and Spiderbolt, the kind dictator of Latveria, who had been invited to the party, yet was quite tardy made his entrance. He surveyed the carnage around him and looked at the hero beating on the mad man, who called himself Dark Goblin. Doom quietly took hold of Dark Goblin's head from behind as Spidey readied himself to pummel him as the Baron pulshed his hand over the goblin's head, for a firm, very tight uncomfortable grasp. Doom smiled behind his mask. "Okay. I can see where this is going. You are a mass murderer. A hated psycho path who has caused numerous innocent people's suffering. I've done about the same, perhaps worse. But you see, I have diplomatic immunity. I'm the leader of my own little nation. I am not surprised that something like this would happen wherever I go, but I can't help but realize, if this happens to any place I decide to visit, why not just take out the rubbish while I'm here so I can have a little peace and quiet during my stay in the lovely ol' US of A?" Baron Von Doom's right hand began to glow a deep colored red. He placed his hand on Dark Goblin's face, taking hold of the back of his head with his own left hand. "Spidey, what do you say? I can do quite a lot to this miserable little fairy tale."
From behind the Dark Goblin and Spiderbolt, the kind dictator of Latveria, who had been invited to the party, yet was quite tardy made his entrance. He surveyed the carnage around him and looked at the hero beating on the mad man, who called himself Dark Goblin. Doom quietly took hold of Dark Goblin's head from behind as Spidey readied himself to pummel him as the Baron pulshed his hand over the goblin's head, for a firm, very tight uncomfortable grasp. Doom smiled behind his mask. "Okay. I can see where this is going. You are a mass murderer. A hated psycho path who has caused numerous innocent people's suffering. I've done about the same, perhaps worse. But you see, I have diplomatic immunity. I'm the leader of my own little nation. I am not surprised that something like this would happen wherever I go, but I can't help but realize, if this happens to any place I decide to visit, why not just take out the rubbish while I'm here so I can have a little peace and quiet during my stay in the lovely ol' US of A?" Baron Von Doom's right hand began to glow a deep colored red. He placed his hand on Dark Goblin's face, taking hold of the back of his head with his own left hand. "Spidey, what do you say? I can do quite a lot to this miserable little fairy tale."
I accidentally put gender twice. OOps.
I've got to say Brovo, that I disagree whole heartedly with you opinion that suicide should be allowed.
Speaking as a formerly suicidal person, it's not a good thing to be in that position, for sure. However, what's even worse is if you commit the deed that's on your mind. Now I don't believe suicide will end you up in Hell like Christianity teaches, I believe it's a sin you can't atone for though.
I can say that After being given to five strangers for gang bang "fun" at the age of seven, being seduced and used in broad daylight by a teenage boy at around the same age, then being forced to watch as the teenager who seduced my much younger mind is literally chopped to death in front of me with an axe, that I would not, even as I live now in my current state of uncertainty, look into the future and see that I wasn't there.
I"ve had moments of depression. If you linger on the board long enough, I have some bizarre posts of mine where I'm not feeling too good, and I say weird, Emo Gothic bullshit things. I've had moments in my life where I just wished I wasn't alive anymore. Suicide isn't necessarily selfishness even though selfishness is probably involved, (Although a lot of the component of suicide has GOT to be some kind of psychological or brain related problem).I can safely say at this point that it's best if people let their Maker decide their fate. We have a purpose for being in the world, and it's just not worth it to fight our own purpose, for the sake of the alleviation of suffering.
I have no condemning attitude towards people who have been through or are going through this however. The joy that cometh in the morning just isn't perceivable by us mere mortals.
Speaking as a formerly suicidal person, it's not a good thing to be in that position, for sure. However, what's even worse is if you commit the deed that's on your mind. Now I don't believe suicide will end you up in Hell like Christianity teaches, I believe it's a sin you can't atone for though.
I can say that After being given to five strangers for gang bang "fun" at the age of seven, being seduced and used in broad daylight by a teenage boy at around the same age, then being forced to watch as the teenager who seduced my much younger mind is literally chopped to death in front of me with an axe, that I would not, even as I live now in my current state of uncertainty, look into the future and see that I wasn't there.
I"ve had moments of depression. If you linger on the board long enough, I have some bizarre posts of mine where I'm not feeling too good, and I say weird, Emo Gothic bullshit things. I've had moments in my life where I just wished I wasn't alive anymore. Suicide isn't necessarily selfishness even though selfishness is probably involved, (Although a lot of the component of suicide has GOT to be some kind of psychological or brain related problem).I can safely say at this point that it's best if people let their Maker decide their fate. We have a purpose for being in the world, and it's just not worth it to fight our own purpose, for the sake of the alleviation of suffering.
I have no condemning attitude towards people who have been through or are going through this however. The joy that cometh in the morning just isn't perceivable by us mere mortals.
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