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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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@Kho, Teknall should be level 3. You got the Might right, though. He leveled up in my first post for last turn.

@Dawnscroll, goodness, that's even longer than the Illunbar-Valkarlon dream sequence. But what I've read so far is exquisite.

When I have time I'll finish that Teknall-teaching-people-technology post that I've been working on.

The Great Artisan, Divine Mason, Builder of Civilisations
Level 3 God of Crafting (Masonry)

1.5 Might & 0 Free Points


Teknall drifted above Galbar, observing the life which had formed. He saw all the life of Slough, in its tranquil and diverse splendor, kept in balance by a self-regulating ecosystem. At the peak of that ecosystem were the Heraktati. Of most interest to Teknall were the Hain, who fitted in with the natural style of life but possessed sentience, able to operate and organise at a level above. He would attend to them soon.

Then there was the unnatural life. Some, such as the elementals, did not directly impact the ecosystems, instead operating on a different plane. There were the Fibrelings, and while they made a nuisance of themselves they seemed to be made such that their impact on a global scale would be minimal, although they could still scatter a whole tribe of Hain and set them back many years. There were the Ashlings, vile creatures who spread their corruption like a plague. Teknall despised these creatures, ever since his encounter with them, and they needed to be controlled. There were the White Giants, benevolent guardians built by Toun, but they would not be able to protect the vulnerable life of Galbar forever. The Ashlings, and any other highly aggressive species which may be created in future, could adapt and grow in number. The White Giants were static, unchanging, save for their ever dwindling population in their eternal war of attrition. Galbar needed another line of defense, something which would be longer lasting, stronger, and more general in purpose.

Teknall considered the Ashlings as his primary targets, and started designing. Any life based on Slough's work would be vulnerable to anything which could corrupt the flesh. Even the White Giants, with their porcelain armour and magical energy source, were susceptible to the Ashlings' curse. Then Zephyrion's elementals came to mind. They were raw manifestations of magical energy, with a barely tangible physical form. He realized that such a creation would be ideal for fighting back the Ashlings. Teknall just needed to put it into a more concrete form.

Flesh would not do, and Teknall wasn't proficient in sculpting the wind, so he turned to the material he was most proficient in. Stone. Standing by a boulder in the Ironheart ranges, Teknall took a hammer and chisel and started carving. Stone would be an excellent material- it was strong and tough, incorruptible. It was also found in abundance, in a variety of forms. This would be important, for if such a species was to be sustainable it would need to eat, and reproduce.

To achieve his goals of protecting Galbar, Teknall decided not to apply a narrow definition to who they would fight. Instead, these creatures would be innate judges of character, able to tell who was aggressive and who was not, destroying the former and keeping the latter safe. The creatures would normally live slowly, having a minimal impact, although Teknall left plenty of potential in them, in case he wanted to improve them later.

Before him, Teknall now had a statue of a creature, yet one which conformed with the boulder. A large head and thick arms and legs were curled together, as though it had folded itself into a ball. But before he animated it, Teknall realized that he could add more. If he was creating a fantastical creature of magic, why not give it magical powers? So he granted the creature a limited degree of control over the earth from which it was made. It would be able to travel through solid earth with ease without leaving a trace of its passage.

Finished with the design, Teknall walked around stone statue once more, inspecting his work. It was not an immaculately crafted creature with smooth edges and a flawless gloss finish, like Toun's work, but it didn't need to be. Life was rough, life would beat away at it and wear it down. Stone too did not naturally come smoothly hewn and polished, but rough and jagged. To carve it to smoothed perfection would be contrary to its nature, and leave its flaws exposed and jarring. This, though, was robust, durable, able to bear the struggles of reality.

"It will do nicely. Awaken, Urtelem!" Teknall planted the palm of his hand on the statue's forehead, which stirred to life as a wave of divine power washed through it. There was the sound of cracking stone as the creature unfurled its limbs and stood, stretching its joints. It stared around blankly, confused and lost. Teknall got to work on creating more. The original design complete, Teknall was able to create more Urtelem at a touch of his hand, and soon he had a whole group of them created from the boulders. With others of their kind present, the Urtelem began talking to each other with crude grunts which had the sound of rocks rubbing against each other.

Satisfied, Teknall moved on a few hundred kilometers along the Ranges and created another herd of Urtelem. He moved on again, and created some more. He moved beyond the Ranges and created more across Galbar- sandstone in the deserts, limestone by the oceans, and so on, until the whole of Galbar had been seeded with Urtelem. Granted, this seeding was no where near the extent with which Teknall had seeded the planet with trees, but it would save the slow-living Urtelem many long generations in spreading across the planet. And the sooner they became noticeable, the sooner they could start protecting the precious Hain.

I have more to do, but I likely won't have it all done in time. I'll post what I do have, which is important as it has some impact. I'll do the second half later.
That's a cool idea. Encouraging us to make a post about how the mundane world sees a god will help add depth to our world.
Hey @Cyclone, has that invitation to not!Olympus been sent out yet?


You could probably just rock up, though. It would probably make Zephyrion feel even more prideful that people are flocking to see his palace without any prompting on his part.
Torrens awaited the shaman's approach. He watched every footfall, every gesture, every cruel step, checking at every moment whether now was the best time to make his move. It was all going according to plan. Sure, it wasn't the original plan. His plans had changed three times in the past ten minutes. Yet this was his last plan. If he could not make this one work, that would be the end of him, unless the Master were to show such uncharacteristic mercy to revive him. Did anyone even know that he could be revived? If no one figured it out, then he could be stuck here an extremely long time, as this place was barren, and it may take millennia for a fire to pass by him naturally. He had spent that sort of time out before, but now was too soon. There was so much left to be done.

Torrens' brooding came to an abrupt halt when the shaman was stopped in his tracks by an flurry of shadows. He looked up attentively and saw that the shaman was now being held hostage by none other than Faeles. Torrens smiled. Seemed like he wouldn't have to deal with the shaman after all. It was nice to have backup. A minute earlier would have been nice, though. Hadn't Faeles been the one to prompt him to advance on the tribe, after all?

"Hey, thanks. Could you-" Torrens called out to Faeles, but already the arch-thief was gone. "Sure, just leave me here," Torrens muttered.

He put his hands on the obsidian encasing him and pushed, trying to lift himself out, but to no avail. He wriggled and writhed, but he was stuck fast. He sighed. No shortcuts this time. "Keep clear," he said to D'Artagnan, "This will get messy."

Giving the rabbitman enough time to move away, Torrens went back to his prior plan for escape. He released that ember which he had held onto so tightly, and for an instant he was engulfed from head to toe in pure-white Empyrean, a flash which for that instant was far brighter than the noon-day sun. In that moment the obsidian encasing Torrens was vaporised, and shards of shattered obsidian and molten rock were flung from his feet. For another second Torrens' skin crawled with fire, which curled around him and gave him strength. After it all, Torrens was standing strong and proud, his skin cherry-red, and surrounded by a puddle of lava above which the air shimmered and waved.

"Woo! That was a rush!" he exclaimed jubilantly. Then the horn blew from within the camp, and Torrens' face became sombre. He turned to D'Artagnan and said, "I think I should be leaving now. I've been beaten up enough for one day. I hear this king is a bird or something, which suggests he might be flammable, but I'm not keen on sticking around and finding out. Good luck." And Torrens turned and ran in the general direction of the Horde. It was dark, and he stood out like a campfire in the night, so he wanted to put as much distance between him and the orcs as possible before their king arrived.
@Fabulous Knight, I see that in no time at all you've already had the Hain advance from newborn creations to a full-fledged tribal society. This is a time skip thing, and that's fair since time is pretty flexible in this stage of the game, although I had been hoping to have Teknall teach them some basic crafting things, as that's his thing.

When I eventually get around to doing that, could we say I did that before they formed societies and stuff? Include it retrospectively?
@BBeastJust to pin Teknall down -- is it the act of crafting he most embodies, or the crafted things themselves?


Teknall and his Domain encompasses both, but he is more strongly linked to the act of crafting.

P.S. How are these creatures?

Ey guys, so I know everyone is super hype to make Demi-Gods n such, and it's really not within my boundaries to ask this: but could everyone wait until Lifprasil is born? I was expecting his CS authorization and all the posts that need to add up before he's created to be faster; so being the first Demi is kind of imbued into his character. Everything is just being slow about him right now.

If not that's fine tho and I totally understand <3


I don't think you will have too much trouble becoming the first Demigod.
A heads up: I'm starting back at University tomorrow, so for the next 3 months I'll be a bit busy. I definitely will not have hours to spare for reading through all this banter every day and making super-regular posts.
Thank you for understanding.
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