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Age of Rebuilding: Return of the Gods

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The God Of The Sands

THU-MMMOK

The Desert That Feeds. The Keeper Of Gates. The Nomad Guardian. The Blight Of Earth.

Domains:Deserts and all that dwells within them, Gates, And Nomads.

Powers: He embodies the sands itself, and the emptiness of the Deserts he creates. Due to this he can travel freely throughout sands as well as manipulate them. Another effect is to create Deserts around his location, destroying stones, trees, and anything but the most durable plants and animals. to turn them into sand. Due to his affinity towards the desert, he is resistant to both hot and cold temperatures. As the protector of Nomads, he is able to cover large distances quickly, making him surprisingly swift, with stamina to boot. He is also able to enter a humanoid form, capable of easier travel, but weaker in overall power.

He also possesses the ability to bless travelers with resistance to the desert's brutal temperatures, and the ability to survive without food or water for a longer period of time. Along with the ability to bless gates with sturdiness, and durability. Another odd aspect about him, is his skill at to protect anything buried in the Desert, originally people thought of him as a desert god of death, due to his protection of tombs, but a gatekeeper god is the correct term. This makes robbing from deserts incredibly challenging, as you may face the wrath of a god for disturbing ancient treasure.

Vulnerabilites: Lush forests, beautiful springs, all things deserts do not embody. He is far weaker in these areas, due to the incredible lack of influence, He also personally dislikes them greatly. Alongside that he is weakened by large quantities of water, causing him to have great disdain towards the God of the seas.

Appearance:

Thu-mmmok's true form is that of a being made of constantly changing white sand, however the form most often taken, is that of a large skeletal figure, made from solidifying the sands, and made to pay respects to all those who have died in his deserts, and not received a proper burial. (pictured below)

Form Often Taken

Though unlike most gods, Thu-mmmok quite enjoys taking the form of a human, originally he took the form of a battle hardened warrior, adorned with armor of sand, and a large curved sword. But eventually, Thu-mmmok decided upon the form of a smiling, short nomad, with a beard with hints of grey, dark skin, robes, alongside an orange turban, and often seen riding a camel.

Human Form

Creations:

Thu-mmmok created the sands, and the deserts, along with all creatures and plants that live in them, but here are a list of the monsters he has created.

Great Scorpions

Giant scorpions that scuttle across the desert, a terrifying collaboration Thu-mmmok and Yigzavath. they range from the size of a man's arm, to the size of a buffalo. These Scorpions are almost always venomous. They come in several different colors, which often help discerning their attitudes, and level of danger. The green giant scorpions are very shy, and will almost never attack people, they also have no venom, but do have very tough outer shells. They are often hunted for their shells. The Scorpions with the same color as the desert itself are omnivores, and will not attack unless threatened, but they are incredibly hard to spot, and often steal food, and eat camels that belong to nearby humans, their poison is often the most feared among travelers, as it makes those stung incredibly sensitive to heat, along with making them hallucinate. The most dangerous however, are the Scorpions that are as red as flame, These scorpions are incredibly territorial, and will assault and kill anything that comes within its territory. The venom in one of these is incredibly powerful, enough that the smallest of the red scorpions can kill an elephant with a sting.

Hyaenodon

Large Hyenas that stalk the desert, they hunt for anything, and almost always do so in packs. Interestingly enough Thu-mmmok designed these creatures as sort of a clean-up crew. They are large, durable, and able to dash during a sandstorm, but their most useful feature in the eyes of their creator, Is their near immunity to diseases, allowing them to eat the dead, decaying, or otherwise inedible. These creatures are deceptively crafty, some even learned how to speak the tongue of man, in order to lead travelers to their deaths. This displeases Thu-mmmok greatly.

Djinn

Men and women made of flame instead of flesh, they take the form of a blue skinned human, with tattoos covering their torsos, they often have lower bodies made of smoke, but that is not always the case, as some Djinn walk among humans. The Djinn are incredibly intelligent, and often considered the kindest of all things dwelling within the desert, they gift knowledge to travelers, sometimes house them, and the most powerful of them may even grant a wish. They live peacefully within the deserts, with no need for food or water.

Gnoll

Ferocious humanoid creatures, warlike in nature. They come in various forms, the most common being a bidpedal, humanoid hyena. Though some only have the head of a hyena, and others are more beast-like in nature. They were created by Thu-mmmok during one of his more intense rages, jealous of his sibling's creations, that he considered far more respected than his, he decided to create a race, no, an army, that would be feared instead of honored. And so he did, he took the most ruthless predators in his endless deserts, and combined it with the bones of the humans left in the sand. The result..was monstrous. Gnolls are very tall, ranging from six feet, to seven, and can wield the weapons and armor of humans, along with executing dangerous attack patterns. Despite their primal instincts, and animalistic violence, Gnolls are very intelligent, some reports event state that men have seen Gnolls riding Great Scorpions, everyone agrees that they really hope that's not true.

Worshipers: Those who worship Thu-mmok are often Nomads, who pray to him for safe passage through his deserts, though he stays with them even after they leave, and they continue to pray even after they make it through the deserts. Due to this Thu-mmmok is accepted by nearly every traveler, and worshiped by many. He is also worshipped by all those who live in his deserts, and especially by those hiding treasures in his deserts. Finally, Gatekeepers often worship Thu-mmmok, to pray that he let them defend from those wishing to pass.

Religion and Culture: Thu-mmok's worshipers almost always leave offerings before they delve deep into the desert, to ask for protection. If the offering is accepted, it will vanish the following morning. And the men and women will rejoice. If it is not accepted, it will be consumed by a large mouth of sand, and the man or woman will surely find struggles during his or her travels. those who are buried in the desert are also buried with a gift for both Thu-mmok, to guard their tomb. and one for the god of death, to have mercy on them.

Thu-mmmok is the most respected of all the gods, but only by those who live in the desert. They consider him a kind, and just god. That will strike down the unworthy, and corrupt. And help the kind. The men and women of the desert now either despair, as they believe Thu-mmmok to have abandoned them, or have lost their faith completely. However, those who live outside the desert have a very different outlook on him, some consider him a demon god, and fear him greatly. Some consider him a very neutral deity. And some believe him to be the god of the apocalypse, and say that when the desert consumes the world, it will end. Those people changed their minds once the world basically did end. Most outside of the desert don't really care about him now, though.

Region or location: Wherever there are deserts, Thu-mmmok will be strong.

Personality: Despite the terrifying nature of the deserts, and his rather violent appearance, Thu-mmmok is actually a very mild mannered god, he doesn't tend to get involved with any wars, or anything of the sort. All he wishes is to exist in the deserts, and protect those who worship him.

However that is not to say he is without wrath, on several occasions he has sent violent waves of sand, and sandstorm, to wipe out those who came to destroy the desert. And of course there is his violent consumption of nature, which is a rare time where Thu-mmmok shows nothing but a disturbing excitement. Thu-mmmok's wrath expands far, as those who fail to bring him proper sacrifices, or disrespect his name, are quick to be killed. Making Thu-mmmok a bit of a wild card, with great wrath and chaos, and great kindness.

He is often seen looking up at the sun in his human form, for no particular reason. That is because he quite frequently ponders what its like being mortal, and if the life of a god is truly that wonderful. However, eventually he decided to simply live as though he was mortal, throwing festivals in the middle of the desert, that travelers often stop by, to pay their respects. He also trades advice for liquor, as he has gotten quite the taste for the stuff. To put it shortly, Thu-mmmok is a kind, reserved man, who enjoys all of life's pleasures, but at the same time harbors a violent need to consume nature.

Opinions:

Kilgarrah

Thu-mmmok finds Kilgarrah arrogant, and is not quiet about his personal distaste for the god's greedy hoarding of treasure, believing the purpose of guarding wealth, is to guard it for those who cannoot guard it themselves, not about hoarding to satisfy your own greed. Despite this distaste, Thu-mmmok can find respect for his Honor and Nobility, even if it does come with an ego three sizes larger.

Nahargu’ul

Thu-mmmok considers Nahargu'ul respectable, due to his calm nature, but at the same time fears the vast amount of water he controls. Thu-mmmok also finds it angering that Nahargu'ul often intentionally sends sea creatures to those under his domain, finding it similar to an adult picking on a child.

Yiggzavath

Unlike most of the gods, Thu-mmmok doesn't seem to mind Yiggzavath much at all, mostly due to the lack of things to infect in his deserts, giving the two a mutual neutrality, though because Thu-mmmok doesn't really have a lot of friends, he mistakes this intense neutrality for being, as the humans put it 'Bros'.

Nahash

Thu-mmmok respects Nahash very highly, due to her gift of passion to the humans, which is part of what makes them so entertaining in Thu-mmmok's eyes, but at the same time, He also has very violent feelings towards her, primarily because of the temptation she sows, often making respectable gatekeepers turn corrupt, for which there is no greater sin, in Thu-mmmok's weird, sandy eyes at least.

Dormammus

Thu-mmmok doesn't have much of an opinion on Dormammus, other than the deity is responsible for knowledge, which Thu-mmmok thinks is a pretty good thing, he likes those who worship him not being dumb as bricks. Otherwise there isn't much of an opinion formed.

Iuppiter

Thu-mmmok considers Iuppiter one of the most respectable gods, due to his kind but firm nature, which could have something to do with how Thu-mmmok himself conducts his business, or attempts to at least. Though the creation of clouds means rain, which is far from Thu-mmmok's favorite thing.

Ha

Thu-mmmok finds Ha fascinating, as he has domain over the forge, something which, without, humans would be much worse off, But at the same time, created more ways for humans to kill each other in pointless wars. Thu-mmmok often finds himself close to Ha, as one of Ha's domains are walls, something that pair well with gates.

Ashevellen

Thu-mmmok's feelings about Ashevellen are very well known to the other gods, especially those who Thu-mmmok thinks are his friends, who are often forced to listen to long rants about how thieves are the worst kind of scum, and make a mockery of the noble profession of gatekeepers, and how he's shocked that such horrid men and women worship one of his siblings. Other than that he does not have anything personally against her, due to her not actively being a THIEF god.

Kalla

Thu-mmmok has nothing but fury for Kalla, as the two's domains often battle for supremacy, as where there is a desert, plants cannot thrive, and where there is a forest, there cannot be a desert. And Thu-mmmok REALLY likes deserts. Because of this the two are well known to get into arguments constantly, usually started by Thu-mmmok, who doesn't seem to understand that maybe, just maybe. Deserts shouldn't consume the world.

Asivar

Thu-mmmok dislikes Asivar, as he sees the worst of himself within him, looking at Asivar reminds Thu-mmmok of every rage, every mistake, and everything negative about him. On the other hand though, Thu-mmmok originally didn't understand the purpose of Asivar's existance, until he fell into one of his temper tantrums, and created the Gnolls. Which made Thu-mmmok understand how Asivar probably feels every day, he thinks.

Kulorerstus

Different than the opinion of many of his siblings, Thu-mmmok respects(to a degree) and understands the point of Kulorerstus, as the underworld is a necessary part of existance, what he doesn't like however, are undead soldiers crawling out of tombs he's guarding to go further whatever dark plans Kulorerstus has.

Del Sombra

Thu-mmmok has a mixed opinion on Sombra, On one metaphorical hand made out of sand, without many of the emotions she holds domain over, humans would be an incredibly dull species. On the other metaphorical hand made out of sand, She inspires among other things Lies, and Crimes. Which, as a gatekeeper god, Thu-mmmok isn't a fan of.

Tales:

The Sand That Loved

One upon a time, there were two kingdoms constantly at war, one was in a peaceful forest, and were amazing scholars, the other was in a desert, filled with proud warriors. The two kingdoms could never get along, but one day the queen of the former kingdom, decided that peace was the only way, she gathered up her most trusted knights, and rode under the banner of peace.

When she reached the kingdom in the sands, she was greeted with kindness, but weariness. She expected as much, and requested a meeting with the king. The adviser told her she would have to wait for a few minutes, as the king was praying currently. The queen accepted this, and waited for an audience.

Eventually the king arrived, and asked her what she intended to accomplish by coming here, with skepticism in his voice. The queen said that she was tired of the constant warring, and wanted a peace between the two kingdoms, she expected to be rejected without reason, but to her surprise, the king's face lit up with a grin, he agreed with her. He told her that he was tired of war, as all it brought was destruction to both sides. The queen rejoiced this peace, and decided to travel back to the kingdom, to let them know. But the king requested she stay the night, so she may feast with his royal family, as a token of friendship. The queen accepted, and was escorted to her room.

Another being heard this conversation however, the god of the desert, a being that defended the kingdom of the desert with great strength, he was moved and surprised by the kindness of this woman, and decided to go talk to her. He knocked several times on her door, and when she opened it, he introduced himself as a friend of the king, and stated he wanted to thank her for her kindness. She found herself charmed by this man, her husband had died many years ago, and this was the first time she had considered any man in a romantic way. but she quickly shook the thoughts from her head, and instead said a few kind words to the man. Before apologizing, and saying she would like to get ready for the feast. The man, of course, was gracious, and left without another word.

The feast was finally being held, and it was wonderful, many men and women dancing, several exotic foods. The queen was nervous, but intrigued by the culture here. And then, after the feast, there was a dance. The king was dancing with his wife, and the man from earlier asked the queen to dance. Despite feeling as though it was a bad idea, She accepted.

They danced and danced, all night, and finally the dancing ended, the queen hadn't felt so alive in years, a combination of the weight of war off her shoulders, and this kind stranger, all made the night seem magical. Eventually she returned to her room, and the man followed, saying that he would walk her there. The queen had no complaints with this, and instead nodding with a smile.

Back at her room, the queen took the man's hands in her own, and squeezed them, while looking at his passionately, before she felt something odd, as if there were grains in her hands, instead of the man's own- but then, she realized what was wrong, The man's hands had turned into sand. She screamed, realizing who this man was, he was Thu-mmmok, who was considered a demon god in her culture, a monster of a god that would seduce women and devour them. She ran away from him, leaving the man frowning, he had liked the woman, but he should have expected her to run away, when she realized who he was.

The next morning the queen was nowhere to be seen, her and her knights had left during the night. But no one in court was nervous, not after they saw how kind she was, surely she just had urgent business to attend to. That was what they thought, until they heard marching.

An army was approaching them, it came in the night, and they could tell from the banners it was from the kingdom they believed they had formed peace with. The king watched in horror, as he knew there was no way to defend from a sudden attack like that. However, the army and the king alike, in fact, everyone in the desert heard a scream of pure fury, of betrayal, and perhaps even, heartbroken sorrow. As a wave of sand crashed into the army, and then another, and another, the waves kept coming until the army made to retreat. The king, along with his court, all began to get on their knees and offer their thanks, after the shock went away, of course.

But the lonely god of sand, he didn't hear there thanks, he only felt a cold inside, as he knew that he could never have friends, or a love, like humans could. He would always be a god, and gods were either feared, or they were worshiped.

More Stories To Be Added.

@NachoBachoPacho

Looks good to me! If its still a WIP you can fix it after putting it in the char tab!

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Do we have any prominent capitals, kingdoms, cities, etc. established yet? Something in the same vein as a Rome or a pre- or mid-Renaissance England, depending on how far back our equivalent timeline goes. Just a place with influence.

@Karkinos

I was going to make a capital that consisted of the main survivors from the cataclysm + silence.

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@dragonmancer

My Hider

Regions :

Land of Luck :

The Land of Luck was a place built before the Cataclysm happened. It was a place where dreams came true , people would never die of anything but old age and a place of love between mortals. It was Ashevelen's playground for the most part , only those that lead a life in which they believed with all their heart that Luck existed were permitted after some time to be sent here to live happily ever after. This land is now a legend to the people left in the world often referred as a fairy tale land. Many mortals believed that there would be a map that would lead them to this place and many died trying to follow the supposed map.
Even after the Silence mortals look for this promised land. Never finding it , never knowing that only Ashevelen has the power to send them there , not a "mystical" map made by a mad hermit.

Made my own region. Thoughts people ? :)

inkarnate.com for map making :)

@Ashevelendar

lucks good, and I'll consider making a map tonight.

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My Hider

Regions:
The Ruins of Desarune: The Ruins of Desarune was originally a massive city that had existed before the Cataclysm. Tides and wayward storms had long since destroyed it’s civilians, and buried it under layers of rock. Over the ages earth quakes and heavier storms had plagued the lands, causing large fractures and generating massive plateaus.

When Del Sombra had noticed it, she quickly set foot to reworking the ruins into something more usable for her purposes, her first dungeon. Tunnels had been dug out revealing it’s buried streets and allowing entrance into it’s many residences and buildings. Halls had been carefully outfitted with some of her most fiendish traps.

Rooms were occupied by monsters, and creatures who thrived in such environments. And the cherry on top, displayed the god’s fiendish nature when it came to protecting secrets. Several massive monsters, often referred to as “indescribable horrors” in stories, roam the halls in which no mere mortal has any hope to kill it on their own. The creatures are undying to weapons and spells, and requires the work of a miracle from the gods to extinguish their life.
After beating it down to a state that it should be dead on normal terms… the mortal must call upon the gods to wish it dead, and even then… there’s a slim chance of that working correctly.

And in the very center of this massive dungeon… lies the Agartha.

The Agartha: Often called the Library of secrets, exists on an unearthly plane. It’s entrance exists in the center of Desarune, and remains heavily guarded. It’s custodians, Sphinxes, roams the halls as both caretakers, and guardians of it’s archive. Most of her children appear to have some sort of link here.

Secrets both sold, and spent appear and disappear in it’s shelves as time flows in the eartly plane. Censored Secrets are casted away to the wind, and while still exist, are lost forever and no cat may draw upon it.

But of course, over the many years of life. Del Sombra has collected an expansive archive of not just secrets. But knowledge as well from the exploits of her and her childrens curiosity. Many published books, scrolls, and maps often find themselves copied onto it’s shelves, and remains permanently for the rest of eternity. And just like any other secret, the cats draw upon them when asked.

Made two regions, thoughts?

@Tangletail

Looks good to me!

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@Ashevelendar the primal gods refer to the 4 elements of nature, earth sky, fire, and water. Besides anymore primal gods would make this ranking system pointless.

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I have included Kalla as the fourth primal god, gave a summary of the god realm, and provided a backstory for the Gods. Now lets see what I can get done tomorrow.

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@JunkMail

I had an idea for the origin of the cockatrice.

"aye brother, this mortal elixar is -hic- rather splendid I have to admit.
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Say I was thinking, -hic-, your Ziz things, y'know, the birds that can freeze a man with a stare with the eyes....
yeah yeah, all fine and dandy, but, -hic- what if...what if we took a Ziz, and a Dragon, maybe a basilisk, and we made them..-hic-...made them get freaky..
and then we throw the eggs we make at that bug guy's giant bugs for good ol' laughs huh?"

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Here are the opinions? Any changes you want made? any suggestions?

My Hider

Kilgarrah: The Goddess of the Unknown views the lord of dragons as a very practical man, if not a dunder head. She holds respect for his very direct solutions, even if they might not always have a bit of fore thought. However, she also mentally lables him as childish for his tendencies of random tantrums. She –does- enjoy watching his fights with the mortals, and will usually follow him to the colosseum in the form of a female catfolk. She often refers to him as "Molten Hide".

Nahargu’ul: If she was a cat’s mother, then Nahargu’ul is often seen as a favorite uncle or some sort by her children. And the feline holds him in high regards. Not only does he provide fish, water, and cleans a large portion of the world’s air… but the depths of his oceans are so mysterious and beautiful that it often catches her eyes and leaves her in a daze as she explores them. What’s more is that his cryptic choice of words often acts as a lure for her. Though she sees him as a strange man when his domain is so full of life, and he’s as stoic as a rock. Though she would not disregard him as a natural leader. In the short instances that she does speak, she often refers to him as “Royal Blue”

Yigzavath: If a title could be given, he is Del Sombra’s favorite “Salesman”. Being a god of secrets, and the mother of cats often implies that there’s going to be an eventual pit of sadism that needs to be filled when it comes to how creative one can get when designing a vault that is meant to keep unworthy mortals away. She labels him as entertaining… she absolutely adores his creativity. She really can’t bring herself to bare him an ill thought, even if he’s responsible for heart worms, ticks, fleas, and parasites that drives her children insane. She often refers to him as "Plague doctor"

Nahash: A character that Sombra adores enough where it’s possible to say that she has a romantic interest. Deception goes hand in hand with lies and secrets, they’re both of the same card. Of all of the gods, she is perhaps the most closely watched when she’s act work. Tempting and twisting the hearts of mortals acts almost as an aphrodisiac for the Goddess of Secrets. She often refers to her as "The Seductress"

Dormammus: She views him as probably the elder of the pantheon. She sees him as a really well together being with infinite wisdom, and is often visited with her bouts of curiosity, even if he can potentially be a bit of a bore. Knowledge is something that is important to her, and even with wisdom there are some secrets that lie in the knowledge he teaches. Of course, there are things she’d like to tell him, but unfortunately this suffers a case of “The right questions”. She often refers to him as "The sleuth of wisdom"

Iuppiter: One of the more upbeat gods without something to prove, and a riot to be around. She would love to one day have the ability to sit down and have a conversation with. Both under heavy amounts of alcohol and sober. She often refers to him as "Storm Father".

Ha: Any man or creature that handles and creates the perfect mixture of alloys is something to be feared in Sombra’s book. That being said, she find’s Ha ridiculously intimidating. She often keeps her distance from him, not just out of fear. But his intensity makes him unapproachable without a good reason. "The Hammer"

Ashevelen: Another who’s affection borders on the line of romantic interest if you can’t call it friendship. She has full respect for the mistress of luck. She deeply enjoys the goddess’s company when it is available, even when there’s not a good way to hold a conversation. She's often referred to as "Dancer of Cloaks"

Kalla: Kalla may detest her children, but that doesn’t mean that there’s love lost between the two. Sombra deeply enjoys watching her beautiful creatures roam the world. And more importantly, she’s thankful that Kalla allows her children to feed on the beast. Though there is a bit of envy, her first creature, which was the Orb-horse, did not end up nearly as beautiful. "The heart"

Asivar: There is beauty in even war. It’s no secret by now that she views a massive battle as a fatal dance of blades above a canvas. Pure violence… pure senseless violence made into an art. Into an art. When the battles are over, she often takes a moment to stroll among the fields to continue to watch nature take it’s course. She refers to him as the “Dancing Man”, for displaying a certain charm behind blood thirst and sword play.

On a side note, I was hoping the reaper character wouldn't be the dark, twisted guy. I was hoping for something like the Grim Reaper from billy and mandy.

@Tangletail

Everything seems to be in order, I don't have any complaints with it, unless anyone else does. I like the nickname 'molten hide.'

Oh boy, I just made a triple post. Thats frowned upon....Ah screw it Im the gm I'll do what I want.

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@Jeyma

Speaking of which, are you still in this rp and working on your sheet or are you dropping? It's not really a problem if you choose either but just so I know whether or not I'm expecting a God from you, be it I start the rp or not.

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I have a theory. Maybe because it's late at night. Maybe because I'm crazy. Whatever. I think dragonmancer is secretly not posting the IC because he's going to take all our characters and create...now bear with me here...an award-winning, teen romance fantasy series starring our characters. Nahargu'ul will be the edgy, brooding main character and he'll have a happy-go-lucky best friend named Iuppiter. They'll live. They'll laugh. They'll love. They'll sic zizes and krakens on people they don't like. Oh, and the other gods will show up, too. Maybe Nahash will be the quirky love interest?

Damn you, dragonmancer. Damn you to hell...

@Lexicon

TBH My delays are from A. Starting College, B. Giving everyone a chance to at least get the basic sheet up. (I have no idea what happened to Jeyma, but I have a friend that will be joining in soon.) C. Give me time to fully set up the OOC (I'm working on the gods' world now.) and D. See what other crazy abominations and ideas people will come up with.

Granted, I think its safe to say the RP is in the motion to start very soon. I have a three day weekend so I'll probably have time to binge write everything for the OOC and get the IC started tommorow, hopefully.

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[quote=@Tangletail]
[hider=Del Sombra]
Name: Del Sombra roughly translates to “Of Unknown Origin”.
Other Names: The Black Cat, Dungeon Master, The Silent One, The Conspirerer, Goddess of the Unknown

Domain: Conspiracy, Secrets, Crime, Violence, Answers, lies, riddles, and truth.
Personality: Del Sombra is a creature of secrets And behaves as such. She’s only capable of speech when telling a secret. She will not speak under any other circumstance, not even to the other gods.

She is a goddess whom keeps a keen eye on the world below. Observing, and following those that have taken her interest. She shows no care if she is seen or not by her quarry, and will continue to follow them no matter where they go, or the condition of their well being. Mortals have often found this behavior unsettling, and a tale tale sign of an omen head.

Along with this she has a curious and nosey nature. Often stepping through walls, or floors to peak at what’s behind them. Slipping her head into jars, boxes, books, and inside a mortal’s body. Tipping over books, chairs, loose furniture. Knocking down apples, leaves, and even as far as sitting on a human’s chest and watching them sleep.

She takes a surprising delight in watching organized crime. And will often reward impressive feats with boons of her own choosing. From secrets, to small pieces of her powers.

And she takes great care in watching adventurer's progress. She's often the architect of many dungeons, and ruins below. Allowing them to be used as hide aways for cultist, liches, or what have you. Even secrets, and sometimes vaults designated to hide and protect equipment for some fabled hero. Her whiskers twitch in amusement with every trap stumbled upon, or difficult encounter. But she certainly is not a sadistic mistress. With difficulty comes reward, and she purrs with pride as every dungeon she creates has been completed and plundered for it's secrets below.

Influence: Her influence spans a wide variety of mortals, with an equally massive diversity in characters. She’s primarily praised by cultist, assassins, and guild thieves. But has also found her way into warship by Politics, investigators, and secretive guilds. And even the occasional prayer will slip her way by those whom build tombs and dungeons.

Powers:

Her powers revolve heavily around information. And she has an unparalleled since of omnipotence. However, she can not read minds, and treats a private thought as a sacred boundary that should not be crossed.

Along with many gods, she’s capable of giving blessings onto her champions or those whom have earned her grace.

One of her blessings is on a global scale, a reward for all forms of life being capable of conspiracy. Every mortal has the ability to request information from a cat for a price. For instance;

A secret requires a secret, and only by the definition that Sombra has applied. A secret must be truthful information known by only a small number of –relative- count. And there must exist a faction in which its acquisition is beneficial. The feline may also decide whether or not it will share information, and will not share what they were told if the price was not met.

The cost of a hint or directions is dependent on the feline at the time. Which may be absolutely anything that the feline desires.

A feline will not whisper to a mortal until the cost is satisfied.

Many people will often call it just a myth. But there was a legend of a philosopher that once requested a cat to tell him the meaning of life. The feline's responce was a small cryptic whisper with a distant look, "This question isn't wrong."

Apperance:

Del Sombra normally and often takes her form in the shape of a small feline. The cat’s eyes constantly emit an aura of wispy smoke, and it’s body seems to shimmer between corporal and incorporeal. However, this can often change to whatever is convenient for her at the time. She seems to be incapable of representing a normal human, and will often be similar to a Rakshasa or one of his demi-human creatures. And though Sombra is actually genderless, she can shift between genders at will, and seems to take precedence as a female.

Her body is almost completely incorporeal. Allowing her to easily step through walls, barriers, and magic without harm or damaging the obstruction. Any influence she places on the corporeal world is an act of unnatural physical force. Along with this property, her body disappears with light, and reappears in the shadows and the dark, her influence on the world is effected by this as well. She can not move or touch anything that is in direct light, unless she prods at its shaded side.

Creations:
Displacer Beast: A terrifying six legged beast formed with a lawfully evil mindset. These creatures have two long snake like appendages rising from it’s back, and have the ability of displacement. This ability allows the displacer beast to appear in a location that it is not.

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These beasts are incredibly dangerous and territorial to adventurers, and seem to have a level of intelligence about them. However, it is not uncommon to see these beasts become “domesticated”. And But domesticated in terms of an established contract.

Sergals : A form of Demi-Human, and her first fully sentient creation. They are lanky creatures, resembling some sort of raptor with a mostly mammalian body. Their language is needlessly complex, and after many generations of existence has not grown much better. The Sergalian language is absurdly context sensitive with a mass scale of grammar rules making it obscenely difficult for non-native speakers to correctly translate, and as consequence, many of the intricacies of speech is difficult for a Sergal to comprehend, like sarcasm.

Their written language is not much better, as the meanings of their characters can change depending on the previous markings and sentences.

There's been a long running civil war between two different sub-species. Northern and Southern.

Their culture is fairly inspired by hunting and military proficiencies. As they hold a large military power that is also made into a civil architecture. Their civil leader is the General, and it's law enforcement are soldiers. That is not saying the race is not cultured. They do have an appreciation for arts and crafts.

Females tend to be much larger than males. There is a common joke about a high bisexuality/homosexuality rating due to how terrifying they can be.

Interestingly enough, even though she created them, she left the sergals to be free to choose who they wish to warship.

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Cryptics: Passive Spirits that look like cloaked figures with heads of bizzare and complex ornamental runes. These creatures can not be seen by the mortal's eye, or any sort of magic. However, artist may accidentally reveal these strange creatures when doing paintings or drawings from life. Even though the artist can't see them, they will paint them into their work. These strange creatures appear near areas of interest. Secret lairs, near the entrances of cultist hide outs, occasionally inside a thieve's guild hideout (usually a good sign), etc.

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Orb-Horse: Part spider, part horse, and equally as terrifying all around. You’ll probably get a crazy look for wanting to tame one. But at least you’ll be able to scale mountains no problem. Needless to say, Del Sombra probably was either bored, or was curious to see this combination. In truth, she was testing to see what she -could- do.

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Cats: Del Sombra has created all species of cats, and values them like her own children. They gossip and share secrets among each other. But they also have the ability to comprehend and use all languages of the world, both written and spoken. However, there's only certain conditions when they will openly speak with any none feline.

Sphinx: Another of Del Sombra's precious children. Large riddling felines whom often serve as guardians to some structure. Their size and appearances can vary widely among them. Those who fail to answer a riddle correctly may suffer a horrible fate. Some, though, do not resort to the use of Riddles. There's a legend of a Sphinx named "Erudite" whom built a massive dungeon and challenges adventurers to best it in the hopes of a reward.

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Cat Folk: The last sentient race Del Sombra has created. These are humanoid creatures whom heavily resemble cats. They lack the sleuthing abilities of their predecessors. Their language shares similarities with Sergals, but is much simpler, as it dealt away with a majority of the syntax and grammatical rules that it previously had, and flows at a much more rhythmic and quicker pace. It is possible to start with the Cat Folk's language, and use it as a base to learn the Sergal's language.

Their culture is more freeform, and tends to adopt that of their surroundings.

Like the Sergals, the Catfolk are free to choose who they warship. But many still pay their respects to her by refering to her as "mother".

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Tales:

“The Legend of the Forgotten Rock”

This story tells the tale of a Multi-leveled dungeon, and a thief named Dar’Haro.

The Forgotten rock was a dungeon carved inside of a stray mountain, with only a single entrance and a single exit. Del Sombra was it’s creator, and for many generations the dungeon had claimed the lives whom had thought that they could best it. Feeling disappointed, and a bit angry at herself for creating something so difficult, the goddess had struck it off of the maps of the world, and moved the entire mountain into a new location in hopes of it being forgotten.

However, years later, the dungeon had been rediscovered. And it was once again put into action. The mortals quickly discovered it’s past history and employed the forsaken dungeon as a prison. Those who entered were expunged of their sins, their crimes, and their blasphemies… and were free to go as they please. But they must reach the end of the dungeon to reclaim their lives.

The story then talks of a thief, whom’s luck had ran dry. Betrayed by his crew in the middle of a heist, he was caught by a group of paladins and brought before the king for his capital sentence. The thief had escaped the death penalty many times, and had a history of allowing himself to be caught to break others out. So the king showed no mercy, and sent him to the Forgotten Rock.

They had tossed him down the pit of an entrance, and left him to his fate. Where he clawed and fought his way through monsters, through puzzles, and through traps on that day. Days and nights had past before Sombra’s attention had been piqued. She watched this thief struggle his way below the mountain’s peak.

Finally near the end, where the augur was left to be told, the thief had collapsed from exhaustion and watched as the bringer of his death stepped closer to him.

Time grew distorted when the goddess appeared before him. She continued to stare at him, silently saying nothing as the thief continued to question why she was here. The thief eventually broke down, nearly loosing the grips of his mind, where he expunged every secret he knew… as a means to confess his sins.

And while she wasn’t the right god for such a confession, they were secrets none the less.

“The price has been met, and well beyond . If you wish to keep your life, then heed my words carefully.”
The story after this often has many forms. Some says that the thief had became a “Shadow Dancer”. Other’s say that he gained some powerful weapon, or ability.

But they all lead to the same ending.

When the King who sentenced the thief spoke to a cat, and shared the secret of his passage ways, he asked it what were his enemies planning. The cat spoke in a hushed whisper.

“Mmmm… what a delightful secret a costly one though. But I’m afraid you’re not going to like what I have to say. He has no plans, but it seems that you will die tonight. Kiss your children goodnight, tell your wife you love her, make amends, and find a quiet place to lay in wait. Regardless of what you do, this is a fate that you can not abate.”

= “The question that is never wrong”

There was a philosopher, praised for his accomplishment, who sat at a desk. The rings under his eyes were as dark as the ink that stained his fingers. His gaze had not once left the sight of his window. He stared endlessly, seeing everything at once, and still nothing at all.

His cat, a tabby of seven pounds, and ten cycles, crawled into his lap and purred softly in amusement. “Solaris, you’re quite the actor. Any longer and birds would assume you a statue and will shit on your head. What troubles you?”

“A question that trembles the brain of many men, and spawns scorpions to lay waste to what little thoughts they have.”

“Oh? Do go on”

“We exist, we pray, we build, we destroy, we create, we take, we debate, we die...correct?” the philosopher known as Solaris chanted.

“Indeed you do, as any other man or creature.”

“We study, we decipher, we aspire, we deceive, we kill, we achieve, we ascend…correct?” The man slowly keeled over, as if he was to wheep on the desk. Only a hand gently scratched at his companions ears.

“Indeed you do,” the feline mused in a humored tone, “Just as any other creature can.”

“We sail, we discover, we adventure, we breath, we’re free, and we fail… correct?”

“Indeed you do,” the feline yawned softly. She shook her head and then replied. “Just as any other creature.”

“And yet we’re incapable of one thing… a question that no man can ever answer, and only the gods know themselves.”

“And now we arrive to the point,” The cat hummed, now licking her paw.

“So I make a request, out of the selfishness of an old mans heart. The thirst for knowledge of all men. Answer me this one question, oh wise cat.”

“Very well… what is the question?” Now washing her face with her paw.

“What is the meaning of life?”

The feline stopped. Frozen in place. She remained like this for a mere minute, then set her paw done. Her gaze turned to the man, but not quite on him. Instead she stared off to the distance as if she knew something that was above her station.

“This question is not wrong,” she whispered.

Getting closer to her completion! She also has her answer to Sleipnir
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