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Current I'm now a professional physicist. Isn't that awesome?
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"Life is complex - it has real and imaginary parts."
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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

Oh, I'm sure what Farxus is about to do is going to get some attention. If it's good or bad is debatable.

Just a quick reminder; If I wanted to create a race of supernatural creatures with strange eating habits/hunting habits, an aura effect that grows in effect in relation to how many creatures are present (which is proportionate to the amount of food available to them in the area), a somewhat magical ability to preserve the food sources that they can find in stasis for long periods of time and are spirit like in nature (ethereal and able to fly), how much Might would that cost me?


As Vec mentioned, the default cost is 1 Might to create a race of sentient creatures, but nothing is stopping you from investing more.

In my opinion, it would depend on how powerful these abilities are, and how closely it ties in with your Domain/Portfolio, as to whether you should invest extra Might. Strange habits would not affect cost. Preserving things in stasis is an interesting ability, but probably not big enough to affect the cost. Being spirit-like ties in with your Domain/Portfolio. This leaves the aura effect. If the aura effect is especially powerful/dangerous, then it might be worth investing another Might. If the aura effect is not as powerful/dangerous, especially if it is linked to your Domain/Portfolio, then it shouldn't require more Might.
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Kinda but not exactly.

Notte dived herself, Jvan casted off the illusion.

Though I bet Jvan can do exactly the same thing if she wished to do so.


Jvan and Heartworm have also dissected and reassembled countless mortals.
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If it can't be read then it's useless. Somebody open him up, please.


Jvan's done that before (on Notte, specifically), she can do it again if you need.

The Great Artisan, Divine Mason, Builder of Civilisations
Level 4 God of Crafting (Masonry, Carpentry, Smithing)

20.5 Might & 1 Free Points


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Sin, The 7 Sins, The Sinner, Pride, Gluttony, Wrath, Envy, Sloth, Lust, Greed
2 MP, Level 4


The smoldering remains of the Cipher is what remained of the once revered crown jewel of Xerxes. Walls crumbled and in their place stood thick beams of stone and wood, blackened and charred from where the flames had licked at them. The ruins were still smoking and he could see the faintest glow of embers as his eyes maneuvered around the creaking threshold. Black dust hung in the air and invaded his lungs, but proved too weak to produce any harm in his body. Nothing had escaped the explosion, glass littered the floor where the windows had broken and the metal base of the grand throne lay blackened and twisted on the ground. Amartía refused to move, he refused to observe any further. Rage had torn down his pride, and in turn, tore down his city.

Across the shattered debris walked another figure. This figure had the body of a hain and the aura of a god, standing twice as tall as a mortal hain, casting off a golden glow, and the storm parting around him. In his hand he held a great hammer of solid adamantine, almost as large as he was.

Once the god was within shouting distance of Amartia, he spoke, the disgust in his voice cutting across the raging tempest. "Xerxes was once a grand city, then you returned and ruined it."

Amartía's turned to the voice, his unblinking eyes burrowing themselves into that of the intruders. With each step, he could smell the being's divinity, he could taste the power that rolled off each word it spouted. Sin bared his teeth, his predator instincts gnawing at him, screaming at him to cut the god down, to swallow its entrails and drink his blood, to show him the Face of Wrath. But he held back, not out of fear for the power the god wielded, but out of respect. This god possessed a scent that had never once before graced his nostrils. Amartía owed this god his attention, even for a moment.

Without warning, an ethereal voice, spoke out, once that came from everywhere and nowhere. "I only gave Xerxes perfection; perfection in the face of utter destruction. I did what was necessary." the raspy voice retorted.

The God who was Hain's eyes narrowed at Amartia. "I have heard many views of perfection, and this is the most twisted of them all." Amartía let out a snort."You have robbed Xerxes of its standing as a civilisation and cast it down into a writhing mess of animalistic desires."

A growl reverberated from Amartía's throat as the voice once again spoke. "Animalistic desires? It is apparent that you don't know the nature of the being you accuse. I was resigned to playing god emperor, resigned to remain blind to my own true nature. But upon receiving news of your impending arrival and your vendetta, I was forced to change, to defend myself and my toys! I only defend myself, and defend my people." it bellowed, Amartía' anger rising slowly.

The god tilted his head. "My vendetta? Perhaps you have me mistaken. I seek to protect and build up civilisations, like Xerxes was a little over thirty days ago. Yet you have undone all that. You have destroyed the capacity of rational thought and innovation in your people. You defend your people only so much as they serve your selfish desires, for they are only toys to you. That may be your nature, but it does not excuse you. Destruction has already befallen Xerxes by your own hand."

Fury began to bubble underneath Amartía's predatorial gaze. The god puppeted Hain spoke truth, and it frustrated him, enraged him. Without warning, Sin let out a bloodcurdling scream, throwing his head into the air in a fit of rage. The ethereal voice spoke out just as Amartía relented. "What did you expect god!?" it spat."Should I have sat by and watched you gods destroy my city because of my loyalties? I gave them perfection!"

"Perhaps what you have done will protect you in the upcoming battle, but in doing so you have sent this nation into ruin and spurned the ways of civilisation. And for that the machinations of civilisation shall not defend you," the god decreed, "By my name, the name of Teknall, may no wall nor tower nor fortress stand to protect this forsaken place in the battle to come."

With that declaration, Teknall brought the shaft of his maul down to strike the shattered earth. The spike drove itself into the ground, and a pulse of golden light coursed through the earth along with a great shudder. The pulse extended throughout the entire city of Xerxes, and faded some distance beyond the city limits.

A horrible roar bellowed from Sin's mouth, shaking the very ground upon which he stood on, and ripped apart the environment before him. A destructive force, invisible to the naked eye, rushed at the god. To hell with respect, he no longer had the patience to hold himself back.

A wall of stone rose from the ground to meet the incoming pulse of destruction magic which could have razed a city block. The force collided with the wall, and though though was damaged by the blast, the wall did not crumble, for Teknall willed it to stay together. Once the destructive burst had been absorbed, the wall fell apart, no longer required and thus no longer sustained. Teknall hadn't even moved.

"Enough!" the eternal voice bellowed, vibrating the air between the two. "Depart god, but mark my words, the next time we meet, things will be very much different." With that, Sin turned away from the Hain, no longer aware of his existence. And Teknall vanished, departing without another word.


@Lugubrious Farewell, mate. We shall miss the mysterious wanderings of Slough and the cavalier antics of Allure. May we roleplay again some time.
Teknall's mindscape is, primarily, where he makes all his designs and inventions. His Workshop is merely an outlet. As I've hinted a few times before, he plans most of his inventions well in advance, and merely needs an opportune moment to create them.

To a visitor, the central point of the mind would be a flat floor of concrete, with work spaces and paper and filing cabinets and whatnot. This space would also contain interfaces for Goliath and Gerrik. Both would have large holographic spheres relaying what their Perception and other senses see, and Goliath's space would include control panels and an intercom.

But the most interesting part of the mindscape is not anything on this floor, but in the void surrounding it. The concrete floor has no walls or ceiling, instead opening into an expansive black void. Floating in that void is every single design Teknall ever devised, in full-scale model and annotated with floating hand-written text; from the element adamantine, to flint chisels, to the Stellar Engine and his Workshop, to nearly every technology civilisation could conceivably construct from the stone age to far into the space age, and quite a number of special projects which he may or may not ever actually create. New designs are added on a regular basis. To inspect any design, it will drift over to the central floor space, can be manipulated as though it were weightless, and expanded into an exploded model.
I have a creative challenge of my own for the group:

Vulamera visited the minds of two gods. Vestec's mind was a tortured landscape housing the four deities he is composed of. Vakarlon's mind was a shifting labyrinth of suffering imprisoning Serandor.

So my question is this: What would the inside of your character's mind look like?
It just occurred to me that this flashback post is the first time I've written from Zeph's perspective in months

Has anyone missed the glorious bastard?


Ah, Zephyrion. I have missed him a bit. When will we hear of the happenings on his new planet?
Holy shit, I forgot about the crown that Keriss has to channel Vulamera's powers. Probably useless now that Vulemera is one with the codex


Considering that the Crown of Pain channels Vulamera's powers, its power is probably greatly lessened now, although it probably still holds some residual power.

youtu.be/vbMQfaG6lo8

So I just found this wonderful thing... and it made me think.

We're still so very much in the Dawn Age of the world. What we do will become Legend and Story... what is our legacy as Gods going to be?

Creative Challenge for the group: in lieu of Majora's mask, the Daedric Artifacts, the ring of Suaron, that sort of jazz, what sort object would your God pour their power into, either as blessing or curse, and what powers would it bestow?


That's a tricky one. Especially for Teknall, who could make practically anything, but would only do so if he had a reason, which makes it hard to speculate. If you want me to come up with something, though, Teknall's artefact of power might be a godly foundry in which a mortal smith might be able to create objects of divine power.

We already have a few such artefacts of great power floating around, though. Zephyrion poured 10 Might into a magic staff which grants divine command over the Firewind Desert. Vestec carved up the body of Reathos into a set of fancy and unique artefacts.
In other news, my mega-summary is now half-way through the IC, at least in terms of page count. The average content of each post is growing, though.



I apologise that it isn't exactly light reading. (I wonder if the finished produce will fit under the character limit?)
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