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The15thSpycrab said
Who's Awhatama? He claims to be the grandson of Mawhiti, so is he a deity himself? Do any of the other gods know him?

He's a servitar. Angel, whatever you want to call it. Like your Iron-clad giants, standing at 3 meters tall, and Gryphons.
He's not that big a deal compared to the gods.

Every god has servitars, they serve as extensions of themselves to perform tasks or bring messages etc. In that effect they act much like the judochristian angels.
They often have little personality or own will. Mawhiti's servitars have more freedom than most would, on account of his domain being free will and all.
Yes this makes Mawhiti's angels unmanageable and rebellious, but that's funny to me.

Most servitars and monsters created by their gods they consider themselves children of their god. Like how Fenrir and Sleipnir are Loki's children. But Fenrir isn't a god or angel, he is a mythological figure.

In this case, Mawhiti is using a small servitar to bring the message. The servitar mentions how his father is the Storm Tyrant. A powerful mythological creature created by Mawhiti. Āwhātama is very proud and brash. Most servitars will be more polite.

So to answer your question, none of the humans know Āwhātama. Some of the humans might have heard of the Storm Tyrant, the bringer of storms. A massive elder elemental that leaves nothing but destruction in it's path. But to most he is myth. I like foreshadowing, still a little clumsy at it sometimes.
Your god might know who Āwhātama is but wouldn't likely care. He'd know who the Storm Tyrant is and regard him as "A nuisance" rather than a threat.

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Master Crim said
Before I accept this I would like to know who is still playing?

yes

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Vortex said
Wait... A casual? People leaving? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?!

There was a large amount of players I knew in real life that wanted to play. So I made a new threat for them, and the RL friends in this one stepped to that one.
I didn't expect them to abandon this one altogether though.

I still have interest in this threat but since a lot of people left it's a bit of a clusterfuck and I lost my bearings a little myself.
So since @Master Grim seems to have a better grip on what's going on I'm promoting a new GM.
Master Grim can hand out deputy roles if needed.

The Blood Compact: Turn Back The Clock

Hale grinned as he stepped back in his room.
He looked at Alice, then at the snake. He made eye contact with the snake.
"It begins." He turned away and opened a fridge to reveal a wall of energy drink cans. He took one, and took a moment to slowly open it and listen to the sharp fizz sound.
"Glug. Glug. Haah. Heh... So Magnus is getting his big guns out tonight. I'll be there to party with him."
With those words he took out a large plastic case and put it on the bed. The lock broke at his touch and the container flew open. "There she is."
Hale whispered with glowing eyes. "The Kerblaster... I had some scientists reverse engineer this beast from a video game. Ensuring it is the most beastly and ridiculous machine on the battlefield. Plus it's made to withstand.. well.. me." A big toothy grin reflected the black, white and yellow of the crudely designed gun that could be more aptly described as a hand-sized siege weapon.
Hale turned back to the snake. "Now I know you have as much right to mingle in this as I do. But if you go off alone make sure I know right?"
Hale slipped an old Nokia 3310 in his back pocket. I'll be off com. I can't guarantee it'll work cause I'm not going to be near Magnus all the time. But these Nokia things seem to be indestructible, and believe me I've tried."

With a red hoodie on, a few more cans and a pack of smokes on his belt on one side and a massive sledgehammer on the other. A massive gun in his hand.
Locked and loaded.
A manic smile on his face.

The Blood Compact: Turn Back The Clock

This goes with Magnus's last post.

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LordMarwain said
A warm summer breeze was all that Lyah could feel, before her surroundings became more clear. She could hear the sound of birds singing their most beautiful melodies. After the world finally stopped to blur, she saw a garden. Fields of flowers, lying next to golden fields of grains, she also saw an orchard and far in the distance, if she squeezed her eyes together, she could see a wild forest. “Welcome to my garden, my dear. Come sit down,” Tavon spoke, while he let himself fall down on his back on the soft grass. “You must have a lot of questions by now, you can ask away in a moment, but first you might want to hear this.” One of the birds started to sing the message of the god Mawhiti. “Okay what do you want to know first?”

Lyah had her questions ready.
"How did you meet? Was my Lily your champion? What will you do to test the new champions? Would you accept my sacrifice?"
The words escaped her mouth in a hurry. As if she burst open the moment the god finished speaking.
After that she sat down in the grass. "Sorry, why don't we start at the beginning. How did you meet my mother?"

Behind Lyah a small portal opened up and a warm breeze rushed trough the garden. Without her noticing but painfully clear to Tavon, a large pile of golden coins spewed out and spread over a small open field in the garden. Each was roughly the size of a fist and displayed an artistic rose on each side identically. They glimmered in the sunlight.
The portal close as quickly as it opened with nothing but a single jingle from a small silver bell.
"What was that?" Lyah looked around and picked up a coin. She looked at it quizzically, as the old priest had.

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LordMarwain said
Tarvin picked up the small bell. "Could I ask with this to become his champion?" he wondered, but did not speak the words out loud. "No, he wouldn't use such a cheap trick. If he was going to be chosen by this god of freedom, he would do so on his own strength. He would show that he was worthy of being more than a vessel for his voice." Pondering on how to achieve this he walked away, telling Misha that he was going to prepare his sacrifice.

"Good luck. I'm sure someone will love it." Misha replied as he put the bell on a string and hung it around his neck. He wasn't sure what it was but it seemed valuable.
He then looked at Vincus. Unknowing who Vincus really was, but somehow suspicious. This man could sing, and as they had sung together he'd noticed something off.
He couldn't place his finger on it, but there was something. Some spark.
"My name is Misha by the way." He stuck out his hand "Are you here for the sacrifices as well? Or just to see the sights, hear the music and taste the food?"

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KatherinWinter said
The only problem with this I don't know what Gods have champions and which don't and none of the gods appeal to the characters I usually play. I don't mind creating a new character but I am having a hard time making one for the Gods we have.

There aren't any champions yet. I mean there are some that have plans. Like Lyah for example. But there haven't been sacrifices yet. Those start now.

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This is the moment I'd suggest we start sacrificing.

Also, Tarvin, Misha and Vincus each find one bell.

Knowledge check: Rare lore.

The white gold bells dropped by the unfettered are a rare gift, it makes no sound unless you absolutely need it to.
When sounded it's owner shows up and grants one favor.

Since it's a boon from my own god I'll have Misha pass the object on later in the story. Don't know to who yet.

(Decide for yourself how much your character know on mythology.)

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As the singing grew stronger and louder, so did the winds.
Resonating with the words, drawing power from them.
Take on breath, one breath...
Slip away from the dream, you're awake

The melody strengthened. Became more pure, more harmonious, louder.
"I do not know what you have planned nor do I know what your motifs are, but we might as well turn this into one hell of a show!"
It was with these silent words that echoed over the music that Āwhātama realized who he had in his grasp. Too late to let go. Too late to step back.
Do or die.
With more power than he could comprehend he shouted at the skies.

One voice sounded from the mouthed of many. A primal bellow like rolling thunder. It washed over the festivities and over the fields surrounding the village.
The sound echoed off the cliffs and whispered trough the forest.
Just as sudden as it came it dissipated along with the wind.
the air was still and filled with static energy that made your hair stand up in the back of your neck.
A voice resounded from nowhere, everywhere and from the mouths of the three that had stood in the cyclone.

"My name is prince Āwhātama, son of the Storm Tyrant, grandson of Mawhiti. I thank those that made my voice here possible for I bring a message of excitement and joy."
The voice paused and a small cyclone whipped up cinders in the pyre. A vague figure of fire and wind danced in the warm glow of the fire.
"Tonight mortals will claim their places in history at the sides of the divines. But there's a surprise! They shall prove themselves and their gods to the world!"
The voice paused again, even though it was strange one could clearly hear excitement in his tone. There was something the gods didn't know yet.
"The gods will call upon their divine inspirations to create tests no normal human could pass. They will call into beings monsters, or temples full of traps and riddles. For those that beat these tests will be awarded with proof."
The figure of fire pulled forth a large golden coin and tossed it up. The old priest caught it and held it up as he examined it. "A gold coin, depicting a bell..."
"The champion that collects the most coins not belonging to his own patron will receive a special prize."
If the winds could grin this would be the moment for it.

"So be merry! Celebrate this great moment in your history. Collect your friends. And bring your sacrifices, one of the greats might choose you. And soon here portals will open. Portals to their domain. Where epic tests and adventure await."

After that everything when silent. The pyre returned to normal and the singers regained will over their tongue. The strange weather was once again replaced by a soft breeze and the rain had stopped. Between the three there was a shimmer on the ground. Small shining bells made of white gold. No clapper. Inscribed was a small crown.
Thank you.

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makarov said
if this is still taking new gods I would like to make the god of Forges and Fire

it's open.

BingTheWing said
Name: MarkelTitles: God of Wealth, Lord of All That Is Round and Glitters, Monarch of Material GreedTrue name: MarkelizarakelInspiration: Calm-yet-totally-obnoxious 'villain' archetype (though Markel isn't exactly evil)Appearance: Symbols: A mountain of gold coins with a silver scepter rising from the summitPortfolio: Money (It did say you could choose your own domain, right?)Alignment: Neutral (In both Good-Evil and Law-Chaos spectrums)Servitars: The astoundants. From a distance, they are androgynous, hunched, ragged hooded figures. However, they have enough money and riches in their unlimited pockets to outlast an emperor. Once mortals are enticed, however, their gold coins turn into deadly shurikens.Weapon: Markel is rarely depicted carrying weapons, but if he must he wields a rapier made of pure gold and a pommel of ruby. Animal: Siamese cat. (Here kitty kitty)Followers: Merchants, nobles, bankers, moneylenders, tax collectors, anyone who is easily corrupted by money and riches

Looks cool. don't think we have a god of commerce yet.

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So Both the god Lyah is just followed as well as the god Misha just accepted have left the rp. Not sure what to do...