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7 yrs ago
Current I'm now a professional physicist. Isn't that awesome?
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8 yrs ago
Exams are done! I'm free!
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8 yrs ago
"Life is complex - it has real and imaginary parts."
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9 yrs ago
Science doesn't rest
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Reason Reified, Lord Logiker, Sciencomancer Superbus

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I am a Roleplayer with an interest in science fiction and fantasy, with a preference for Casual. I have been roleplaying for several years, and have even taken a stab at running a few RPs.

Outside the Guild, I am an Australian science student, gamer, musician and roleplayer (that's right, IRL too).


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Well, I've made my post.

Oh, and has anyone else realised that we're building this Universe by committee?
This Universe is screwed.
Teknall and Toun were joined at the blueprint by Vestec. Teknall kept one eye on the newcomer, one who he sensed was a being of Chaos. When Vestec first joined the drawing, he did not mind. Teknall had no problem with the Universe having some quirks, some unique and unexpected features. If Vestec's intentions had been benign Teknall may have even let him continue unabated, but when Vestec went so far as to strike out some of his own writing Teknall snapped. He planted a muscular hand on Vestec's chest and forcefully pushed him away from the blueprint.

"Oi! These plans are important," Teknall growled, "Keep to your own parts of the plan, or bugger off."

At this moment Niciel stepped in to berate Vestec, which may have made the difference between this being a minor altercation or an actual brawl. Teknall took a deep breath to calm his nerves and turned back to the parchment. At this point he became aware of another presence, a Goddess unseen yet here all the same. Vulamera, the Goddess of Thought and Intelligence. Then he saw the writing on the parchment shift, blend, and combine. He watched in awe as the contributions of himself, Logos, Toun and even Vestec were brought together, redundant details merged and the myriad equations unified into a few, overarching wholes. Teknall marvelled at the rearranged plan, for it now looked as though it had been built that way from the beginning, rather than a base set of Laws with additions patched on haphazardly.

As this was going on, Ull'Yang walked up, and in a shock move he removed his own arm and fed it to Slough. As Vulamera exclaimed, this was indeed a valiant act of kindness and sacrifice- surrendering a part of his own being such that Slough would be able to survive the void, as well as whatever length of time it took for habitable worlds to form in the Universe. However, this sacrifice left Ull'Yang visibly weakened, and as Ull'Yang staggered backwards Teknall dropped what he was doing, stepped behind the Sun God and caught him.

"Easy there," Teknall said, "Let me patch that up for you."

He placed a hand on the stump, and around this stump formed a steel shell which extended over Ull'Yang's shoulder, braced onto Ull'Yang's crystal-clear body. From this shell extended rods, pistons, springs and joints, muscles and bones made of steel and iron. Once that had been formed, Teknall ran his hand down the prosthetic arm, covering it in a skin of polished steel. Finished, Teknall stepped back and looked at Ull'Yang. While it would feel strange at first, Ull'Yang would find he has full control over the new arm, as though it were naturally part of his body.

"How's that?" Teknall asked, "That arm should do until you can get a new one."

Teknall tapped the steel skin of Ull'Yang's new forearm, a clear metallic note ringing out from the arm. After giving Ull'Yang a chance to respond, Teknall turned back to the blueprint, where even more gods had gathered around to add their contributions. Mammon the Adversary had weaved in his own magic and ways to utilise it. Vakarion and Julkofyr had added elements of chance and uncertainty. Illunbar had skimmed over the plans then walked off to do her own thing. Once more the Universal Plan was looking more like a hacked-together set of ideas than a unified whole. Teknall sighed, retrieved his own pencil, and made an effort to unify the plans, as Vulamera had done earlier, although nowhere near as elegantly.


I've still got my post to come.
Did I say 10 hours? I made a maths error. I meant to go the other way, to 14 hours. I probably should have made my reaction to Vestec earlier, but I can still slot it in. Give me some time to make a post.
There are some brilliant posts going on here. I'm glad my cosmic blueprint has caught on.

I'm off to bed now. I'll make a post tomorrow (say, 10 or so hours from now). Teknall needs to respond to Vestec, as well as Vulamera.
Teknall had been tweaking his designs when the gaunt form of Toun stepped next to him. Teknall turned his head to look at the other god, and saw the flawlessly sculpted porcelain figure, polished to such perfection that Teknall could see himself reflected off Toun as though he were looking in a mirror. When Toun offered his assistance, Teknall graciously moved a little to the side to give Toun the space to work. As he observed what Toun wrote, Teknall approved of the additions.

"Thank you, brother," Teknall responded, "It is good to have another person who understands the design process."

When Toun brought the egg of Slough over, only then did Teknall fully realise how weak and vulnerable the goddess of life was. Yes, with her life would exist, but if life is to thrive she must be helped. The new Universe must be equipped not only to allow life to sustain itself, but the blossom and grow. Teknall picked up some of the mold which had dripped off Slough, held it close to his eyes and rubbed it between his fingers, inspecting it. Then he brought it under his nose, sniffed it, then took a small taste of that mold. His face scrunched slightly as he tasted, trying to discern what it was made of. When he had finished with that, Teknall wiped off the excess on his apron and picked his pencil back up.

"Hey, Slough," Teknall said, "I don't know if you can hear me, but I want you to make sure life thrives in this new Universe. Don't settle for bare survival. Make life a wonder to behold, a wonder to challenge the work of even the best artisans. Think you can do that?" Teknall gave a warm smile and gently patted the egg before returning to his work.

Teknall and Toun wrote away, improving on and refining the design of the Universe. Teknall made sure to add features that would make the Universe a fertile place for life.

To an observer, the pairing of Teknall and Toun would seem somewhat strange. A fluidly moving, tall humanoid of purest white porcelain, compared to a short, rough-skinned human. The succinct, carefully written words of red, compared to the black scribbles and sketches sprawling over the blueprint. Yet together, these two minds working towards a common goal were able to cooperate, designing a Universe which could fulfil their purposes.

I forgot to ask when I posted it, but what are the people's thoughts on my intro post?


It's pretty good. You did a good job at expressing Kyre's foundations.
When the shaman caught the fire bolts, then hurled them back at him as a fully fledged fireball, his face turned to one of bemused surprise, even as he was hurled backwards and knocked prone by the fiery blast. That's a cool trick. I should try that trick some time.

Before the dust had settled, the rabbitman hopped up next to Torrens and spoke to him in a hushed whisper. Torrens replied in kind, "A rouse, eh? Tricking those orcs into liking you. I-" he was cut short as the shaman tore through the cloud of dust and Torrens had to quickly roll aside to avoid the initial lunge. Quickly, Torrens sprung to his feet so he could nimbly attempt to dodge aside from the shaman's claws.

In the shaman's eyes he could see a fiery rage, a fury fueled by Torrens' destruction and fuelling his rampant attacks. To one grab Torrens side-stepped and countered by slashing the shaman with a wave of fire from his hand. "You're a feisty one, aren't you?" Torrens goaded. While Torrens was fairly nimble, there was no way he could keep dodging the shaman for long, who had superior speed, strength and martial prowess.
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Is it just us coming into being, then? Guess I'll put down the big box of demons and demon accessories.

--Do we have to be old deities coming back into being, or can we be entirely new deities?


I made Teknall as a new deity, formed afresh from a blank god-soul. His past history, if there is any, is irrelevant.

The Great Artisan, Divine Mason, Builder of Civilisations, The Inventor
Level 5 God of Crafting (Masonry, Carpentry, Smithing, Alchemy)



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