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Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Antarctic Termite Why does she look like a fcking zombie? Are those arms coming out of her nipples??? Cut in half????

@Vec

Have you ever tried to describe something so vast and terrible that the words you know can only form a twisted analogy from which meaning must be wrested, rather than absorbed?

yea

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Also, as some of you guys might know, I do some real simple ink sketches from time to time. I've been playing around with what forms a change-eater might feel comfortable in when not constantly shapeshifting or amoeboid, and what a humanised Chiral Phi would look like. These were the results.

Diaphane Stellar

Diaphane Wander

Diaphane Whisper

Phi

More Phi

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

You not editing? Blasphemy! Who are you and what have you done to the Termite!?

@Lauder

Actually, I edit rather minimally outside of collabs.

No proofreading. We die like men.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Prophesy Compendium

Shattered and broken the fallen king shall sing,

A song of solace in the memories of another: a blood brother,

Eye of thunder upon him, with knowledge gained, he will tear the world asunder.

With a thunderous roar and a revelation of lore, a cataclysm revealed and his fate sealed,

The power he shall seek, he will surely reap.

@LokiLeo789

When the time is meaningless, the new brother, our father

shall cause end amain to our suffering and end to the divine.

The First Breath was cursed by its own ruth.

Sith time forby and unto days erelong, 'twas forsooth.

After fire comes rain, joy follows pain.

As the moons' light meets its demise, the Son will rise.

An excerpt from that crappy prophecy I was working on

I had a dream last night, a vision. 'Twas a most troubling vision, which I do not fully understand.
I beheld rocky plains, and a great mountain. I beheld the sun and a single moon in the sky.
And I beheld sand. Yet this sand writhed like a living thing. And lo, whatever the sand touched turned into more sand.
The sand crawled across the plains and reached the mountain. And lo, the mountain withered and turned to sand.
Then I beheld the sand build itself into a pillar, stretching up to the heavens.
And the sand grasped the moon, and the moon crumbled to sand.
Then that sand spread across the heavens and smothered the sun.
And the sun was covered completely by the sand, and the sun's rays of light was replaced with a gaze of darkness.
Then the sand was scattered, as though by a strong wind, and the grains were sown among the stars.

A crustacean of the unspeakable horror. The one being of divine monstrosity
A body of grey stand near, boasting vengenance, after slaying unholy shell.
Reminded of duty is the grey, purpose found.
An army of winged terror stand behind, roaring in tongues unknown.
Those of the faceless, the formless rally behind the body.
Blood of the mortal, changed by unholy, sacrificed.
I feel, flecks of grey, see tendrils of sand.
Another roar from the army, those of the faceless charge.
Led by the children of faceless bedlam.
That of grey stand firm.
A wall of darkness follows the grey. Only eyes of glowing amber remain.
I hear howling, snarling of only the most hellish kind.
I hear fighting of the most violent conceived.
I see the faceless children, intentions melded.
I feel a great pain as it approaches.
The scene falls to be revealed anew.
No breath comes to me. A lightness fills my being.
Before I fade I see the grey one, mediating on rock of white. Perhaps of slumbering thoughts, it lies.

@Lauder

You guys just couldn't help yourselves, could you?

These are fun so far, though. Since I guess we're just plopping them here now, this is something I wrote at some point last night and didn't edit.

There is a tree, planted in a graveyard. A living being walks beneath it.
Its scales are those of an elder god.
Its wings are those of a dragon.
The path it treads is Time, and as it walks, it grows tall and strong.

In this tree there lives a caterpillar.
When the being has reached the height of its strength, the caterpillar becomes a moth, and alights on the path of Time.
In the oldest footprints of the being, the moth lays an egg.
That egg hatches.
From the roots of the tree, there emerges a shadow of the being.
Guided by the moth's dying breath, the shadow steps into the graveyard.

From the tombs rise two statues.
One is white and one is black.
The white statue was born with great promise, only to die in silence.
The black statue was born as still as the grave, only to become a prodigy.
Each statue stands by one side of the shadow.

A person draped in many colours steps out from under the tree.
Their wings are those of a moth.
They beckon to the shadow, and it follows their lead.
Darkness envelopes the catacombs.
Beneath this veil, the graveyard becomes a garden.

In the eternal night that follows, the first tree is forgotten.
All around are forests without end.
In its patch of sunlight, the living being paces silently forevermore.

Spoken by a stargazer in a wild place, on a night where the future and the past yearned to meet.

If it's not obvious enough now, it will be once the events foretold start to take place. Some things don't mean much, though.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

And the Xerxes co. Tauga is finding a good workaround to Teknall's curse single-handedly, like the wonderful and competent general she is. I am very impressed with the guerrilla warfare solution.

@BBeast

Fixed that for you?

Also those of us that haven't can finally get around to making a bunch of creation sheets.

@Rtron

(cries)

SO.

Who wants to be the next contestant on Feature God weekly?

@Rtron

I've recently had an idea for a kind of story-independent group thing we could do that might be easier, if a little more reliant on numbers. Introducing...

Termite's Secret Santa Arcane Prophesy Raffle!

A thought I've had for a while is that it's hard for prophesies to exist in a roleplay because we don't actually know what's going to happen. That said, all of us do actually (probably?) have plans for our own characters in the future. So we can, in fact, write prophesies, so long as they're for our own characters.

Obviously nobody wants the future development of their or other characters to be spoiled (shhhhh @Poog the Pig our conversations don't count). What makes a prophesy click, though, is that nobody knows exactly who or what it's about.

So if prophesies are cryptic enough (by which I mean really, really fucking incomprehensibly cryptic), and they're not posted by the author of the characters/events they relate to, they can exist without anyone but the author knowing who the hell the hint applies to.

That's the secret Santa part of it- A couple of people all write the words of their own prophesy, each one gets another prophesy anonymously, writes a two-paragraph scene for it (did someone meet Fate in a dream? did a shaman suddenly cry out and speak in tongues? were there words written in the ash of last night's fire?), and submits that (possibly also anonymously). They're all bunched up in a single post. Nobody knows who wrote which scene or which prophesy, but each has a grain of truth.

This was literally a shower thought (my hair hasn't even dried yet), but any opinions?

ed:

Chiral Phi is an independent avatar of Jvan. She has no power of her own, but manipulates mortals into doing her will through beneficial guidance, and calculating their actions. She does not actually care for their wellbeing.

Truth

I see
A boy from the village.
He walks
On the shore
And in the flotsam
Finds an abacus
That burns with blue flames.
Now the boy is a man
And he uses the abacus.
He is a scholar
And he is rich.
Every day he uses the abacus.
Now he is old
And his back is hunched
Over the tool.
He tries to put it down
But his fingers have seized up
With blue flame
And he cannot let go.
The old man burns in the fire
Still holding the abacus.

Prophesy

In hindsight that looks too obvious, and, shit, it probably is. But long before CP existed, say back when everyone was visiting the Oath of Stilldeath, this would have made very little sense. There are hints there (abacus? mathematics? Jvan maybe?), but also false leads (The colour of Jvan's magic is carmine, not blue).

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

It may seem like that, but it's just because the gods recognize the weakness of the flesh

@Rtron

DO YOU WANNA FUCKIN GO

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

What was next? As soon as the answer came to him, a wolfish grin marred his features. "We wait."

Amartia

O HECC

SPONTANEOUSLY INSPIRED, LET'S RAM OUT A POST

[ DIAPHANE WHISPER HEADER ]

Hunched over sparse woodlands, the ruddy granite outcrop cast no shadow in the unnatural cold. Infernal blazes of sheet lighting seared the artificial night only to die and give way to darkness again. Skies glowed blue on the far horizon, but the sun- The sun was silenced by a blasphemous shade.

High above the cacophony of shatter-stone and thunder, and sounds of eldritch rending, the titan loomed, hateful, a harbinger. It was a vast grub, hungry for the blood of the earth, untouchable, unshakeable, and its presence was a monstrous reminder of the dwarving of mortals beneath the heel of God. This beast had come to end and to kill, and no force on Galbar could raise a hand against it.

The Mother Suprema.

Through the eyes of the apocalyptic colossus, Diaphane Whisper watched blood being shed with a steel-hard determination that resolved itself out of battle rage and wired her with burning tension. Sweethearts swirled around her body like panicked shoals. Radiation streamed from her, the big sister's voice relaying and receiving constantly from the little Diaphanes at her left and right. Whisper's words streamed from the mouths of the beast, saturating her sisters below with curt commands in their own tongue.

Then, suddenly, a message directed to the copilots alone. "I'm going down there."

"Did they send for help?" asked one of the younger sisters, knowing that this wasn't the case.

"No," answered Whisper. "But they need it." The elder flowed out of the beast's brain, her fluid body content with moving in any direction without turning. "You and Sprint stay here. Keep singing."

"Take care, Diaphane," flickered Sprint as the doors closed on the elder, her voice hiding a thrill of excitement and muted bloodlust. Whisper was taking to the battlefield.

In moments, the big sister was swooping down towards the outcrop, a falcon honed on prey that trailed a narrow streak of brilliant smoke.

Murderous energy roared below.

Cathode's lightning struck from nowhere and everywhere, and his sons bullied entropites out of the air even as their numbers dwindled in the gale. The wind spirit had buried the butte in a black billow of savage rain, deepening the darkness cast by the demon above. Deep booms sounded from the stone itself, the voice of the Lord Feldspar as her stone joints cracked.

And still casting their too-vivid glows even as the land and sky fought to kill, the change-eaters retaliated.

Like strange fish drawn by a child's unsure hand and painstakingly rendered back into reality with exquisite detail, their uncanny shapes and excessive colours untouched, Whisper's sisters dogfought in loose clusters. Their teeth chewed up the air and gouged rock as it rose in jagged spikes to crash against them. At the heart of the violence, Diaphane Wander shone, and scythed against the Stonelord.

Whisper's first-sister had taken on her favoured battle stance, a scalene thing with no axes of symmetry, caged in tubular armour that sprouted vicious spines and a single, tasselled blade. A whip-tail snapped and coiled around Wander, drawing long, thin cuts into Feldspar as she orbited the djinn, shying from some blows and meeting others with her knives that burned rock.

She was hurt. Whisper fell into her own stance as she approached.

"Diaphane!"

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Must suck, then again, that will not redeem him as he is still an experimenter of sorts and has probably done some shit the today's science community would gag at.

@Lauder

he is still an experimenter of sorts and has probably done some shit

@Lauder

has probably done some shit

@Lauder

probably

@Lauder