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World of Warcraft: The Coming Storm

Awesome sauce.

So when are we starting?

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

The wind blew, sounding like a haunted gale in the silence of the long dead ruins of Xerxes.

Normally a ruin would be reclaimed by nature and different breeds of life would have settled in to call the abandoned city home, but Xerxes remained silent... lifeless. As if whatever had befallen the city had cursed it in some way that normal creatures simply stayed clear of it. Granted the fact that the heart of the city seemed to have disappeared into what looked like a crater suggested that something big had gone down at some point.

At least... the city was mostly abandoned.

Sitting alone in one of Xerxes's remaining deserted squares on the still standing outskirts, on an old stone seat that had been worn by the elements but still stood strong sat a humanoid figure wearing a hooded cloak that rustled at the occasional breath of wind that managed to worm its way through the maze of ruined buildings as its owner waited for sunset.

Farxus had been bidding his time, simply performing his duties and keeping his head down and out of the conflicts of mortals or divine beings as he built up his power and considered what he was going to do. He had considered simply training himself further and trying to increase his own personal strength in order to be one step closer to being worthy of the mantle of the God of Death, but his visits to the cursed and the damned had made him reconsider what he wanted to do. Ascending to full godhood might have been the end goal, but that was still a long way off and he had so many different people who were suffering now who needed his help and as things stood, he simply couldn't provide it.

That needed to change.

As the sun finally began its decent below the horizon, Farxus rose to his feet and closed his eyes, grasping his walking staff with both hands as he focused on the power that surged beneath the surface of his skin. As darkness and shadow consumed the streets of Xerxes in the wake of the retreating sun, a strange green glow started to bubble up from the ground; The ghostly green energy gathering into pools and starting to rise up like a magical flood that caused no damage. All around the city, ruins that the demi god of undeath had painstakingly drawn into the ground and buildings channeled the flow of the newly formed ghost rivers, sending the green glow through the streets, into empty buildings and always pouring into sections of the city that hadn't been touched with each and every passing second.

Clenching his teeth, Farxus' brow narrowed from concentration as his bony fingers started to turn the staff, grinding the end of it into the ground as he pushed the power that he had been gathering together as far and wide as he could... before at last he could push it no further. Rising the staff off the ground and into the air, Farxus let out a loud cry as he drove his foci back into the ground; For miles around, anyone who so much as glanced at the doomed city of Xerxes would see a soft, green ghostly glow lighting up the night sky like the strange lights only found in the frozen north and south.

After a few minutes... it was done. The green glow began to fade away, leaving Farxus standing in the middle of Xerxes while grasping his staff and holding onto it for support to keep standing. However the night wasn't as dark as it should have been; There was a feeling in the air that felt... peaceful. Welcoming. As if Xerxes wasn't an abandoned ruin and was instead actively welcoming someone home after being away for a long time.

Farxus couldn't help but smile to himself as he hobbled over to where he had left the stone seat he had been using earlier. Sitting down with a grunt, he leaned back as he looked over his new realm and think about all that he was going to have to do here in the coming days... weeks... months... years even.

Xerxes would be abandoned no longer.

Summery

Farxus has claimed the abandoned city of Xerxes for his own, investing a great deal of his power into it to bless the formerly sinned damned city. The City will now call out to the forsaken, the cursed and the damned and encourage them to head towards it, offering them somewhere that they will be welcomed and relief from their respective burdens; The undead would almost be completely alive in Xerxes, the blessing of the city allowing them to feel and enjoy the little things of life (such as eating actual food and breathing) without suffering the pain and torment of their conditions. A vampire in blessed Xerxes will neither thirst for blood or burn in sunlight, those suffering from curses will find it grow dormant inside of the city's limits and those who had been forsaken by others will find a home willing to take them in.

Those within miles of the city will have noticed the strange green glow, but the exact cause would be a mystery.

Might Spends

6 Might to level up from 4 to 5.
3 Might to take on the Portfolio of Death (Curses)
8 Might to create the Holy Site of Xerxes.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Okay, pretty sure I've caught up... or at least gotten a decent idea of what I'm going to do next. I do have one final question through.

How does a demi god unlock a new portfolio? Do they have to be a certain level? Pay a certain amount of might?

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

...Sorry for the double post, but I feel that the question I need to ask deserved it's own post rather then be an edit add on.

Can anyone explain to me what the current state of the ig universe is and just how advanced technologically it actually is?

Edit: Also, how recent is the 'Recent' map of the world?

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Antarctic Termite

Had a change of heart and bringing Farxus back properly.

The only issue I'm having right now is that I need to relocate the demi god spredsheet where people recorded might and all that... and where to start in order to catch up and have an idea of what the world's like currently.

Edit: Found the Spred sheet. Still stuck on where to start in order to get a general idea of the current world from where I left off... I can't remember when I stopped reading.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

...After a bit of thought, I've decided to return.

Edit: You know what? Screw it. Faxrus is making a comeback. Boy needs some love.

Out of curiosity, is there a Discord channel or something?

Long Live Equestria: An Adventurous My Little Pony Roleplay

Happy Holidays everyone! Even if you don't celebrate the holidays and are just taking advantage of the day off.

World of Warcraft: The Coming Storm

Gredy 'Viceroy of Vice' Silvertongue

Name: Gredy 'Viceroy of Vice' Silvertongue

Age: Appears to be in his mid 20's to early 30's (Real age unknown/forgotten)

Sex: Male

Race: Goblin

Class: Warlock

Equipment and Gear: A well tailored, form fitting mana infused silk suit, a pair of 'formal' hiking boots, an enchanted pouch on his belt that is -much- bigger on the inside then on the outside and a magical staff that appears like a microphone stand (complete with enchantments around the head of the staff to amplify ones voice if so desired).

History: No one (not even Gredy himself) is sure about how old he actually is (No one really wrote anything down and his parents had a poor memory for dates). He was born in the poorer parts of Kezan as part of a set of quadruplets. Two of his siblings were sold to more wealthy families to become servants and the like while his 'younger' brother that was kept died a few weeks after due to unforeseen health reasons, leaving Gredy to grow up an only child.

In his teenage years, the world turned on its head with the arrival of the Orcish Horde under Warchief Blackhand and the agreements that were organized between it and the goblin cartels of Kezan. Seeing one of the orcish warlocks that had come as apart of the diplomatic party of the horde demonstrate her abilities, Gredy knew in his heart that he wanted those abilities for himself. Sneaking onto the orcish ship before it could leave Kezan, he begged the orcish warlock to take him on as a student... and surprisingly she agreed; Maybe she felt in the mood for a laugh, maybe she felt that the young goblin's ambition should be rewarded, but regardless of her motives she taught the young goblin how to wield the fel and make its creatures bow to his command.

While the orcish horde would lose to the newly formed Alliance in the end, an older and wiser Gredy managed to survive the campaign and fled back to Kezan with a healthy amount of war spoils before everything fell apart completely and the Alliance could start hunting down war criminals. Now with a sizeable amount of gold to work with, Gredy used it to purchase a fairly large building that he converted into a den for gambling, smut, narcotics and violence in the form of fight clubs. He called his club 'Vice' and it would remain open for decades via good business sense, a cut throat desire to be successful and at times actual curses.

While the club itself brought in a great deal of profit due to its nature, Gredy also made a side business of being a loan shark. Unlike other loan sharks, Gredy had an interesting alternative payment method for those debtors or gamblers who couldn't pay up in material goods; An acceptable alternative for Gredy was the payment of some of the debtor's life essence to cover their debt. By draining some of the life out of others, Gredy was able to keep himself in the prime of his own life far beyond what was natural.

As Kezan was exploding into flame due to the actions of Deathwing, Gredy abandoned his homeland alongside his staff and their families, taking to the seas on his own personal ship and sailing for Gadgetzan. While the original 'Vice' was destroyed when Kezan was, its memory was not forgotten as Gredy built a new club in the sands of Tanaris, this time naming it 'Second Sin'.

For a long time, Gredy remained neutral to the Horde and Alliance conflict quite simply because it was much more profitable that way. He could sell his services to anyone he liked and in return he was able to gather together debts, favors and blackmail material from both factions to be used, sold and traded as he personally desired.

Things changed when the Burning Legion invaded.

While the threat of being invaded by an endless army of demons was something of a boon towards business due to the sudden surge of people attempting to deal with their stress, Gredy had been around long enough and was experienced enough with the methods of the Burning Legion to know that a Legion victory would be the end of his business for good. A warlock of experience and power, the goblin volunteered his services to the Horde as something of an advisor on the Burning Legion, demons and fel in general.

Appearance: Gredy Silvertongue is a successful goblin and his appearance shows it. His clothing is tailored out of expensive materials to fit his somewhat enlarged form, displaying his wealth in not just his clothing, but also with his additional body mass. While he is nowhere as large as a Trade Prince or those goblins close to the top of society, Gredy is pudgy enough to have a double chin.

Unlike many who practice fel magic, Gredy has managed to avoid the mutation and degrading side effects via his practice of draining the life out of others to refresh himself, appearing completely in the prime of health with one minor exception; When he was younger, his hair used to be a rich rusty red color, but age and the usage of fel has turned it bone white. He likes to think that it gives him a 'silver fox' air about him.

Personality:
Everything in existence falls into at least one of five categories:

1. Things that belong to Gredy Silvertongue.
2. Things that belong to Gredy Silvertongue, but don't know it yet.
3. Things that don't belong to Gredy Silvertongue, but are still profitable to him.
4. Things Gredy Silvertongue doesn't care about.
5. Things that need to be destroyed.

The exact definition of what a thing is to Gredy is kept somewhat vague, including but not limited to Objects, Places and even People. While he is inherently selfish and somewhat indifferent to the suffering of others, when he considers someone 'one of his people' he quickly proves that he is more then willing to go above and beyond to take care of what he considers to be his. A prime example of this was seen as Kezan was being destroyed with his willingness to gather together not just the staff from his club, but also their families in order to get them all to safety rather then just abandoning them outright.

Long Live Equestria: An Adventurous My Little Pony Roleplay

Little shit powers, activate!

Long Live Equestria: An Adventurous My Little Pony Roleplay

Worried Mind

Location: Bellbrooke Reform School, lobby

Mentions: @Vutava @Ramzam @Crosswire

Worried glanced at the other 'adventurers' that had answered the call, giving them a slight look over as he nodded his head towards them in greeting while raising his hand in a quick wave. He didn't exactly feel in the mood for talking; He was reluctant to talk to random people most of the time anyway, but there was something about this Reform School that just felt... off. It seemed welcoming enough, but by the prickling of his back there felt like there was something under the surface that was wrong...

When their client presented himself, a lot of dots suddenly lined up to draw a very clear picture.

The more he watched and listened to Blueblood, the more Worried couldn't help but dislike him. If he didn't need the funding so badly he would have happily walked out and never gaze upon the 'Prince' again, but beggars could rarely be choosers. Still, he smiled a little as he asked "Isn't Duke a downgrade from Prince? I mean, unless the Prince in your name is less a title and is just your first name or something..."