So, what happens when a players deity is entropied to death and isn't brought back by a very kind life domain god? Does that player just receive no actions or what @Theodorable
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I don’t really think it’s relevant because no depiction of sex is required. Could just be agreeing to do a handshake for all I care. As long as those energies are combined.
Ok, just want to make sure that we don't need to call in Chris Hansen to have a talk with some people.
Also:
If God Of Domain A and Goddess of Domain B decide to procreate, they create a new God of a Domain that cannot be achieved otherwise.
Example: “God/Goddess of War + God/Goddess of Death” have a child, it will be the God of Suffering.
I just want to say this mechanic is 100x more awkward with the goddess Amelia seems to be depicted as a little girl. I know that this is an unintended side affect, but I felt it should be mentioned. Other than that I like the mechanic, because it is very greek god pantheon stuff.
Ira
Ira had heard the call of her brother and for a brief moment stopped weeping. She gazed upon her creation and felt a sense of belonging. A mold, beautiful and perfect. Yet interrupted. A brief moment of anger washed over her. This creature dare attempt to ruin her creation. Brother and god it did not matter, she was furious. Her hand lifted in a brief attempt to destroy, she suddenly stopped.
The word, brother had rung through her head. As though they had not been spoken before. Rarely, if ever, was she recognized by her fellow gods. Most kept to themselves. Most ignored each other and chose to rot in silence. To contemplate unfathomable thoughts. Yet, now she is recognized. Now she is called. A feeling of belonging brought joy to her heart. To be loved and wanted. Whether it be for there gain or for her, she did not care. She was wanted.
“I hear you brother.” She softly whispered, unsure if heard and thus she began to move, traveling great distances to meet her brothers and sisters. She could only hope that she would not be the only one.
I like to call myself the seeker of knowledge maybe i can call everyone if someone isn't already planing that
Do it my man. If it isn't posted yet and no one has made their intentions pretty clear, I say go for it.
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I encourage negotiation for the Gods to come together and agree on which domains should belong to which Gods.
Otherwise people are going to spend lots of Power trying to actually get the domain they want and still losing.
True, maybe one of those gods that like to plan shit out or think things through should call a meeting between the gods or something.
Also @Theodorable if you want a suggestion for a domain, Time would be a good one. Always got to have a god of time
My money is on no one challenges Ascendant's gods top tier memery and actually ascends to become the god of life and death. Ira at least doesn't care
@Theodorable Also Theo, wasn't expecting a god to claim more than one domain. Does this mean more domains will be added or will some gods just be out of luck if we run out?
Ira
Ira didn’t not know how long it has been since her creation. Since her father had brought her into an empty and emotionless world. One with gods that cared little of feelings of both compassion and hatred. Some that felt none at all. The emptiness had made her furious, but she could not lash out. For there was nothing to lash out at.
Then her father had created a world. One that could be shaped, molded, and even destroyed. Ira could not believe the betrayal of her father. To start to create something so beautiful, yet to retreat into nothingness. To retreat into the void itself. To not finish his creation, to make others like her. That felt, and hated, and loved. She desired, yet she did not have.
When she first came upon this empty vessel others had already begun to stake their claims. Twisting and molding its surface. Ira had desired, when came upon these lands, to destroy them. To make point to her long gone father. A father so quick to abandon his children. Children that only wanted guidance and need his compassion. This caused her to weep. Weep and weep for years and years, for she could not accept her father’s abandonment. She could not handle the potential beauty of this world. She felt truly alone. As she wept, so did the lands around her yet they did not stop weeping.
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