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8 yrs ago
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8 yrs ago
If you're not trying to romance the Pokemon, what's the fucking point?
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8 yrs ago
Can't help but read 'woah' as a regular 'wuh', but 'whoa' as a deep, masculine 'HOO-AH!'
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8 yrs ago
That's patently untrue. I planted some potassium the other day, and no matter how much I watered it, all I got was explosions.
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9 yrs ago
on holiday for five days. if you need me, toss a rock into the fuckin' desert and I'll whisper in your dreams
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According to the IRC, I'm a low-grade troll. They're probably not wrong.

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In Godspeed! 8 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay


Annals of Mater Salma Lei, Fourth Hand of Fate
In Godspeed! 8 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
A solemn wind disturbed a dune of stellar ash, sweeping dead stars, like dust, across the galactic sea. The thing that looked like a man gazed on, wishing it all away.

"Why?" said the thing that looked like a girl. "Why did we let it happen this way?"

"Because we were afraid," said the thing that looked like a man. "Because we wanted them to live, and never gave them room to breathe."

"Then let them have it," said the thing that looked like a girl, clenching her quivering hands into fists. "Let them have it all. Let them make this world their own; let no limits be upon them. Let them laugh and cry and hate. Let them go out there and be happy," said the thing that looked like a girl, laying her hands on the thing that impaled the man. "Set them free."

"You know not what you do."

"I don't care," said she.

The thing that looked like a girl wrenched the javelin from his chest and raised a great cry. Then she hurled it into the darkness, where it tore a wound so bright that quenched stars lit in its gaze, and she braced as the winds of dawn blazed against her, burning her, igniting the dune and the body and all the stars therein, blowing it apart and carrying its dust into a new galaxy.

She stretched her hands against the force of the wind, and felt a mass growing where the gale met her palms; and when the mass grew too great to hold back, she stretched out her other hand, and a smaller mass grew there; and when the gale overcame her they slipped from her palms and she tumbled back, laughing, as the two orbs spun one around the other.

As they fell into the cool distance, she grabbed the greater mass in her hands and twisted it; she felt it warm, and fizz. She clutched its warmth to her chest, and kissed it, and the moisture of her lips enveloped it.

And the thing that looked like a girl fell onto its surface, where the sun warmed her still, and she laughed, and her joy rose on the horizon in a hot, clean blue that covered the sky. She struck her palm at the ocean, and a plume of cyan entered it. Again and again she struck, dancing along the shore, until the sea was filled with life and oxygen.

Then she fell to her knees, exhausted.


"Take it!" said the thing that looked like a girl, laughing as the tears streaked down her face. "Come and take it all."






Gᴏᴅꜱᴩᴇᴇᴅ: ᴀ Dɪᴠɪɴᴜꜱ ꜱᴛᴜᴅɪᴏꜱ ᴩʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

Free, Large Group, Nation, Fantasy, Historical, Military, Romance


This RP was inspired by an OldGuild roleplay, named Divinus, GMed by ActRaiser. It found new life in the early summer of 2015 and developed tremendously as Divinus: They Deity Roleplay Mk.I. A new iteration, Mk.II, has since been and continues to be an astounding success. We would now like to launch a new version, reconfigured and refined for the Free Section.



@Antarctic Termite

Can Gods start off with some creations when making a sheet? I/E, races, monsters, etc.


Nope! It's a creation game. We start blank and add things to the world as we write.

You can certainly mention things your character will make in your sheet, though. There's no bears on Turn 0 Galbar, nor trees nor fruits nor deer, but that doesn't stop us having a bear goddess.

@Antarctic Termite Can I ask for a tropical swampland on the map, seeing how my character would probably related to that


No customisation until we begin. Landmasses at tropical latitudes will exist (see checklist) and wetlands will formally naturally over time as people make plants and those plants spread over the world, but all our creations will be made in character when we get there.

ed: obviously you don't have to wait for plants to spread around, you can make your own custom morass quickly using Might.
Thanks for all your interest, everyone! The game thread will probably go up later today.

The map design for this roleplay will be done by @WrongEndoftheRainbow, who has experience and seems eager. While we will not be customising nor viewing the map of Galbar until we're ready to go, we're still taking suggestions on necessary features that should pop up somewhere or other. Here's the list so far.

We're currently figuring out some ideas to keep in mind to ensure an exciting map. Please add to them if you have any important suggestions.

-Land dispersed across many latitudes.
-At least one, or two, large continents with variable elevation and room for inland travel.
-Enough water to get between landmasses.
-Enough land to allow extended over-land interactions and reduce the dominance of water power.
-Landmasses covering several degrees of both latitude or longitude, allowing multiple climates on the continents with enough space in each to share if need be (cosiness not guaranteed).
-Islands, archipelagos, inland seas, large lakes, isthmuses, straits, bays, mountains, all that.
-A vague idea of tectonic rifts.
-An ocean on the equator and a large amount of north-south area to be a convenient antimeridian
-An accessible location for the Door, preferably on the prime meridian, preferably on a beach (but not an island).


Otherwise, the state of Galbar at turn 0 will be pretty much as hinted in the opening prose- oxygen, water, plate tectonics, one moon and one sun, and some basic microbial life.
@darkwolf687 He looks good! Lei will enjoy taunting him.

Try to keep portfolios as close to one-word as possible, everyone. Knowledge (Secrets) will do in this case. Exceptions can be had when English doesn't let you do it nicely, like The Sun (Deserts), Beauty (Martial Art) or Loss (Forgotten Things).

ed: added a note to the character sheet under portfolios- make sure to take a minute to think exactly what powers your portfolio will give you.
@Lord Zee I like him! Good to see we finally have another straight-up monster in the cast.

Are you sure you wouldn't rather arrange his domains as Perfection (Corruption), though? Corruption already implies alteration, and perfection is a big part of his ideals.

ed: also think about what other portfolios he might grab! The Divinus god of Perfection went for Calligraphy and Oaths, but Larwen might be more interested in Perfection (Dominance) or something. Or Corruption (Plague) (Decay) (Monsters) (Possession) or whatnot.
Other
It is likely that she may be somebody’s waifu. Perhaps if a Heartworm affected her, she would would feel some form of love.


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words can not describe
Six hundred post mark, everyone.

Sable.


A pile of rubble in the middle of an old stream valley. A sound of takk-ing stone on stone, intermittent and variable. Someone was throwing rocks. Not with much force, either.

"A halo from my father," said the voice in the gulch. "A blade from my mother. A thousand curses from Yivvin, and..." A cocked head, as the next fistful of rock cracked down the walls. "And good hearing from Aihtiraq, I guess. That's one thing to be thankful for."

The boy looked up to where a sable marten was curled upon a crag, looking down at him. The two seemed equally startled by each other. His pockmarked metal disc followed his head.

He cracked a smile, looked down. The ferret-thing scampered away up the rock. He turned back to the D-shaped blade sticking up from the rocks, its handle embedded in its spine. He stood up from the rocks.

"Was this the best you could do?" he asked, addressing the walls. The Jvanic spines had been cleared out long ago, but things still grew back. Forked slender points, facing skywards. "An abomination? Another bastard, to throw into the fire? Was the rape of my mother worth this?" He kicked a rock.

"What am I, a Jvanic elemental? A Djinni whose element is you? Or maybe something more like a change-eater? Is that why I must burn everything that I touch?" Sable picked up a rock out of the many, many that lay. It sank into his hand. His skin was water, the flesh beneath as mud. He watched as the stone dripped out the other side, soiling the clear fluid that covered his surface, dripping away as sepia that fled back to him on the ground.

"Or am I a Sculptor? Yes, that makes sense, does it not? Someone to tell the story you refuse to believe. Someone who knows his own narrative, a character who chases the conclusion for its own sake. You just want it to look nice, don't you? No matter what happens, you're just chasing the story."

Sable waved his hand in front of him. He was, in body, the spitting image of what Flux had been three centuries ago, before the change. Only younger. The sepia clouds were falling away into him again, leaving his outer flesh clear.

"You're willing to believe that the responsibility for change lies with anyone but you," he murmured. "You pay morality a tribute because it stung you in the past. Do you think you can atone for your sin the same way you solve all your other problems? By making horrors and abandoning them?"

He swept his arms up to the sky and raised his voice. "Is that what I am? Am I the body who's destined to fight you into a standstill? Is that not correct? Am I not the one you chose to fix all your mistakes? Cure the wounds you inflict and mete out the penance you owe?"

Sable's fists hardened.

"And I will, no matter what it takes. I will thwart you. So... Who am I?"

"Am I your keeper? Am I a harbinger?"


There was no answer. Sable lowered his hands and his voice.

"Am I a messiah?"

There was no answer.

Until, eventually, there was.

"SABLE! Quit your teenage monologuing and sweep out my fucking dojo!"

A broom clattered down among the rocks from somewhere far above. Sable's keen ears heard something about 'I'll make a good goblin out of you yet'.

"Yes, Auntie! I'm coming!" Sable resolved to go within the next five minutes. He looked back out at the gulch. Nothing.

He sat down on the rocks, facing the blade.

I miss them, Sable said, quietly, in his head. I never met them but I miss them. I miss your voices. His fingertips drummed on the stone. "You should never have died. Why did you die?"

The blade's rune gleamed at him. Wit's End.

'May the one who takes up this sword forsake its use, and all other arts of combat, until words fail them.'

"I accept this oath," he said, and put his hand on the blade. It glowed. Sable put his other hand around its grip and pulled.

It was stuck.

"Oh damn this," he whined, yanking the huge ceramic sword with both hands and a shoulder. He grunted with effort as the blade stuck fast in the dirt.

"Sable! Your oryx wants feeding!"

"Coming, Auntie!"

He spattered the ground with his hand, shaking it out to reform it. The rocks dissolved into the ink-marks, the ink-marks flowed back to his feet. At last he heaved and the weapon came free.

"Coming!" he yelled again, setting the blade on his back, where a curve of liquid held it in place. Sable scrambled up the rock.


@Lord Zee
*inclines eyebrows to unseen character*
*inclines eyebrows to this thread*

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