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Crucible of Gods - A New Divine RP

Brey and Vatarr

Brey was reading what little there was to read in the Great Library. Soon it would not just be a library but a magnificent institution of learning. He sat at the end of a long table.He was not, however, reading as you would expect. He was eating his breakfast, a single fish, and a leg of chicken.

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Having been roused from his meditative slumber sooner than expected due to a shift in one of the regions neighboring his own, Vatarr had taken the day required in order to cover the distance across his own realm in order to investigate this now somewhat orderly border.

Stepping out from the shade of trees and fungal giants and onto a grassy plane would have been an interesting experience for most mortals, but as Vatarr did so he couldn’t help but take a moment in order to admire the scenery. Of course, while the planes, forests and mountains were all interesting sights in their own rights, what truly drew the gaze was the rather rooftop that seemed to be standing out like a sore thumb in the distance.

Considering a desire to see who his new neighbor might actually be, the deer skulled deity left his realm behind in order to cover the distance offered by this new realm towards what was most likely where its creator resided.

Having traveled at speed for less then a day, the building they had been using as a logical destination was reached… and with a surprising politeness Vatarr raised his hand and knocked on the door.

A man in robes opened the door. Seeing the deer headed deity, he panicked and ran off for Brey.

For their part, Vatarr had just tilted his head down in order to look at the mortal in question before they fled. They hadn’t closed the door… but considering that they were likely fleeing to find their master or mistress for one reason or another, Vatarr decided to wait.

Eventually, in a couple of moments, Brey came to Vatarr’s location. “Oh, it’s you. I haven’t seen you for a little while.”
“Welcome to this Library. What is your business here, Vatarr?” The man wrinkled his face, in curiosity.

As they tilted their head to gaze at the ‘old man’, there was a brief moment as they responded “My name is Vatarr. It has been a little while since we saw each other at… well, the beginning.” Taking a moment to make a show of glancing at the building in question, they added “I like what you’ve done with the place. So much better than the chaotic mess it was before.”

“Thank you, Vatarr. My name would be Brey. This place is all about knowledge. Sadly, you are a god, so you have nothing to learn from it’s scrolls and books. Something tells me you didn’t come here to learn any herbal remedy.”

“You would be correct.” was the simple answer to Brey’s statement. “In part my visit was to see who had decided to claim this region for themselves… to that end I don’t believe you spoke up during that original meeting at Node Eighteen so I don’t know what your name is.” That small confession out of the way with a small scratch of his cheek, Vatarr quickly followed up “I also wished to ask you a question. What is it you want?”

“I’m a teacher of mortals. I wish to elevate them all so they are all a lot closer to us. That’s it.”

“And how, exactly, does this vision of yours play out on the wider stage? If, when the time comes, you’re the only deity remaining and you get to shape the world as you will… What does your ideal world look like?”

“In my world, I would simply be an elevated teacher, rather than a god. All of the people would be more like little gods walking around, teaching others, all become Wisemen and Wisewoman teaching other for eternity.”

“I see existence becoming a cycle of never ending growing and learning.”

Vatarr was silent as they listened… before they held a rather serious tone in their voice when they started to speak. “In my world, the fundamental truth of reality is that there is a cycle. Life will come into this world and spend its time among the living as it deems fit before the end comes and they die. The dead will break down and serve as a source of resources and renewal so that new life can be born. Our visions are compatible… but the old teachers must in time leave the mortal coil so that new ideas can grow.”

“I see. So what exactly are you proposing?” Brey asked with genuine curiosity. “It is the fate of mortals to be born, grow old and die.”

“You wished to make mortals closer to us. Minor deities in their own right. That implies you intended to make them immortal.” Vatarr stated bluntly. “I am not against the prolonging of life… but all life must end at some point. Otherwise it has no meaning.”

“Mortals come with three forms. Their bodies, their minds, and their souls.”
“I am intending to make their souls immortal.”
“Eventually, perhaps some may transcend life in greater ways than this, living outside of space and time.”
“For the masses, I intend for each mortal to have souls that will never fade.”
“Imagine, if you will, mortals that can remember the things of the Spirit World, or, their past lives, in their present life.”

Tilting their head slightly, Vatarr seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. “...I will need to think of this for a time.” He offered at last.

“Well, what else is there? Perhaps you would stay for some honeyed fish?”

There was a polite shaking of Vatarr’s head, with small flakes of antler falling off and floating to the ground. “Thank you for the offer, but at this early stage I should return to my own realm. I wish you fortune in your future endeavors, for you have given me something to ponder going forwards.”

“Before you go, remember to be sure and watch out for those Node Monster things in the future.”

Summery

Vatarr goes and visits him new neighbor Brey. After spooking one of Brey's servants, the two have a brief discussion in which Vatarr probes Brey in order to work out if their views of what the world should be like are able to co-exist. While for the most part it appears that the two of them can work together, a small point of contention resulted in Brey introducing Vatarr to the idea of reincarnating souls, which Vatarr hadn't factored in before.

Politely excusing himself to go back home in order to think about this new development, Vatarr and Brey part of amicable terms.

Might

Might was not used by either party.

Crucible of Gods - A New Divine RP

Vatarr

As Vatarr returned to the node at the heart of his realm, the skull headed deity gazed upon it in thought for a few moments. Despite feeling somewhat taxed after putting in all that effort on the tablets he had left behind to the mortals of his realm, something about seeing the Node caused a sudden rush of energy. Not nearly enough to do any of the wider scale plans that had been running in his head, but enough to do something before he stopped to rest and simply bask in the glories of the eternal cycle for a while.

What to do through was the question... and honestly it was a hard one. Much like the question of what one wanted for breakfast, the smaller questions were generally the harder to answer. Enough possibilities for their to be a choice, but not enough to really do anything special with it either...

Suddenly, there was a spark of inspiration as Vatarr raised a hand and gestured towards the base of the node. A mushroom started to grow out of the dirt, it's back resting against the black stone of the node as it shifted and grew into a throne. Walking over to it and taking a seat, Vatarr was pleased at how soft and comfortable it was. Leaning back, their eyes closed as they simply listened to the world around them once again.

Summary

Vatarr returns to the Node and feels oddly energetic, but not in a major way. Thinking about what to do with the surprise energy, he decided to create a throne for himself out of mushroom that would be comfortable to be seated and nap meditate in at the base of the Node.

He promptly takes a seat to relax and bask in the Cycle of his realm.

Might

Starting Might: 1 (Due to doing the discord quiz)

1 Might to create the level 1 artifact Mushroom Throne.

The Mushroom Throne: A living throne made out of a mushroom big enough to seat Vatarr, the Mushroom Throne's only supernatural gift is that it will always be comfortable, no matter how long one sits in it.

0 Might remaining.

Crucible of Gods - A New Divine RP

Vatarr

It was a matter of days before Vatarr was roused from their meditations.

There had simply been no reason to stir or move. The world around him was working as it was meant to, with countless creatures being born, living their lives, dying and their remains being used to fuel or create some new form of life even in this sort amount of time. Insects might only be around for a short time in the scheme of things, but they lived to the fullest none the less. While he knew for a fact it was only a small part of a grander stage, for many of the creatures living within the fungal forest and marshlands he had created this was the world and nothing existed outside of it.

...In fairness to this line of thinking, the only direction where life could actually exist so far was to the north... and only a somewhat narrow path that connected the region to its north-most neighbor. Everywhere else lead to a shift, painful death. Vatarr was likely going to have to fix that at some point if one of their peers didn't move into one of those regions first.

But what had caused an early end to Vatarr's meditations was a disturbance to the natural rhythm of the region he had created that had started around the northern most point. It wasn't a disruption so much as... two different but similar songs had come into contact with each other and they hadn't figured out how to harmonize with each other yet. Having a fairly decent idea about what was happening, Vatarr calmly rose to his feet and walked to confirm if he was correct or not.

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It didn't take all that long to come across the humans and their camp. They had found a location that was higher up and shielded by one of the large mushrooms that dominated the skyline, blocking the occasional rain from falling directly onto their camp, instead having streams of water falling down from above on the edges of their camp away from where they would sleep.

Most of them had not been sleeping when Vatarr arrived, but the appearance of the deity was cause for those few who had been asleep to be awoken in a hurry as a rather... tense atmosphere started to descend. Mortal eyes gazed upon the larger, horned entity with a mixture of uncertainty, respect and even fear as there was a drawn out silence.

It was Vatarr that broke it, their deer skull face remaining passive but their voice suggesting a wide, warm smile as he greeted "Welcome to..." There was a slight pause as the deity stopped to consider something. "... huh, I haven't given this region a name yet." After a moment they shrugged to themselves as he continued in their jolly tone "Anyway, welcome all the same! How are you finding the place?"

There was a moment of stunned awkwardness among the mortals as they glanced quickly at one another in silence, none of them having the slightest idea of how to talk to a entity like Vatarr and what terrible things might come about if they did something wrong. However, in the end it was a young boy that slipped away from his distracted mother and looked right up at the larger entity... and Vatarr gazed down in return. "...It's a lot more colorful then the last place. And there isn't a giant, scary monster glaring at us in the distance. I like your mask... what's your name?"

Vatarr couldn't help but chuckle as he heard the self strangled cry of a woman who wanted to rush forward and drag her child away from someone they really shouldn't have gone up and talked to, but at the same time didn't want to risk offending said person in the event they turned violent. "I'm Vatarr. And thank you little one." Thinking for a moment, the deity knelt down in order to give the appearance of trying to whisper to the small child, even if it was more of a stage whisper. "...To tell you the truth, I was worried that people wouldn't like it."

"Why wouldn't they? It looks awesome!" The small boy cried out in that manner that all small children who hadn't developed a social filter tended to do when they got excited. If nothing else, the whole situation did help break the ice as some of the adults who were more inclined towards leadership stepped forward to talk (alongside the child's mother, who saw an opening to step in and retrieve her little one among quick apologies before withdrawing).

"So... What exactly is your deal? Because we came this way because the deities heading north wanted us to have faith in them but... you said we didn't need to worship you." The self appointed leader asked, taking their turn to meet the gaze of the skull headed entity.

Vatarr tilted their head slightly at the question. "You're correct. You don't need to worship me or have faith in me to be here. The fact that you are here and that there is a here for life to exist is enough. As for what I am about..." Reaching up to dryly scratch his chin, the deity pondered a moment before snapping his fingers as an answer came to him. "I could tell you. It might take a while because to understand it in full would require understanding a number of things prior... but as a welcome gift for coming to make a life here, I'm going to give you a gift that will not only answer that question, but also teach you a few other useful things in the process if you want."

The mortals glanced at each other for a moment... before their leader slowly nodded his head. "Alright..."

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Before the gift could be presented to the humans, it had first needed to be made and the tools and methods required to do so had to be produced first. Thankfully, this was part of the teachings that Vatarr had in mind. First had been the pottery kiln in order to... well, produce pottery from clay by heating it up with fire. The second step had been introducing them to a use for some of their new pots alongside the addition of a gem ore that was common in the ground that could be melted down in the kiln to create a hot, coppery colored substance... and that substance could be, with care, harden and be used for a variety of things.

One of those things was the creation of a metal, copper tablet. Two dozen or so in fact. Upon each of these tablets about the size of a full grown human man, Vatarr wrote a variety of different subjects and insights... but the mortals were only able to read the first one with any sense of understanding.

"I've designed each tablet so that once you truly understand the first one and its insights, the second one will start to make perfect sense. Each tablet is a step that not only unlocks important information that you'll be able to make use of going forward in their own individual rights, but will also allow you to understand the next one." Vatarr explained when he was done before giving a small, knowing chuckle. "I'm honestly looking forward to seeing what you end up doing with this knowledge once you start working it out. But until then, if you wish to speak with me I'll be at the heart of this realm. I promise it isn't hard to find."

Summary

Vatarr goes to meet the mortals that have arrived in his realm. After making a positive first impression and making it clear that worshiping him isn't a requirement for living there, he offers the mortals a couple of gifts to both make their lives easier going forward, but also to allow them to come to an understanding of Vatarr's nature as a deity without him having to tell them directly.

To that end, Vatarr teaches them out to make pottery, a pottery kiln and how to smelt copper before granting them an artifact in the form of two dozen man sized copper tablets with writing on them and a promise that each one will unlock great and important knowledge to those that learn and truly start to understand their teachings.

Might

Starting Might: 4

1 might to upgrade the civ to tier 2 tech wise (IE, the Node 26 is an early metal age civ now)

3 Might to create the artifact: The Tablets of Life, Death and the Natural World.

The Tablets of Life, Death and the Natural World are a collection of two dozen (24) copper tablets that have been engraved with information by Vatarr for mortals to read and learn from. Each tablet has to be read in order and with true understanding of the prior tablet in order to start making sense of the next (This is less a magical effect and more a 'If you don't understand the basics this idea is built upon, it makes absolutely no sense' kind of way).

The tablets are designed to educate the reader on the nature of life and death and the parts they play in the natural world, but it also goes into depth about subjects like medical care, illness, age, plagues, evolution and the natural sciences in general. In theory, someone who manages to read and understand all 24 tablets would be the worlds best non-divine healer/doctor with a board understanding of the natural world and the organic, human body that most civilized peoples have as a root.

0 Might remaining.

Crucible of Gods - A New Divine RP

Vatarr

Vatarr had been prepared to simply leave the neutral zone behind, but a loud announcement by one of his kin that he overheard caused him to pause for a moment. While on a personal level the deer skulled deity believed that mortals should be allowed to live out their lives as they so wished and thus if they decided to pledge themselves to the service of a deity or another mortal of their own decision was a perfectly valid method of spending ones life, the deity who had spoken had provided... something of a falsehood. That the only path to living laid in following them northwards.

That had to be corrected.

"You can travel north if you wish, but there are also lands to the south that are going to open for new inhabitants in the near future as well. I do not demand or require your worship or faith, but I would welcome your company all the same." Vatarr announced in a manner so that all the various mortals could hear them... before once again turning south and moving with haste. After all, he had just invited others to his domain, it was only right as the host that he made it presentable.

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Two Days Later

It was... difficult to put into words the chaotic madness that seemed to be the default state of the world outside of a stabilized node. Even as they trudged through it, the closest description that Vatarr could come up with in the event that someone ever asked him what the wild Nodes were like was... complicated and honestly kind of a lie anyway... or at least a highly simplified version of the truth so mortals could understand that it that, in turn, made it so that it wasn't the truth anymore.

Imagine a landscape of a picturesque forest with plenty of room to move around and the ability to see sun and sky if you looked up, only it's silent as it's devoid of all forms of life that might make a noise. Now imagine a second landscape, but instead of a forest it was a barren cliff face covered in jagged, sharp rocks and violent, howling winds. Now imagine both of those landscapes are in fact the exact same landscape you're trying to walk through while trying to perceive them both at the same time. Now try to imagine this with at least a dozen different, conflicting landscapes that are all trying to be at the forefront of your mind and yet all exist equally in the exact same space in the exact same time.

A mortal would either die incredibly quickly or, in the highly unlikely event that they actually survived for any meaningful length of time, go completely insane. Vatarr however made their way through the chaos to the one place in the region that remained constant, despite the chaos that it was the heart of.

Node 26 looked exactly like it's stable counterpart, the sole exception simply being the environment around it. Reaching out and placing a hand on the black stone, the world... suddenly stilled. The chaos stopped instantly. For a few seconds as Vatarr just stood there with his hand pressed against the stone, he could see all the possibilities of what could be. He could shape this part of the world as he saw fit... and taking a deep breath he decided.

The first signs of life in this new region would be lichen, moss and fungi of various types as they started to grow out of the ground. Compared to the grasslands of Node 18, the ground of Node 26 would be a mixture of colors raging from a variety of greens to reds, browns, grays, yellows... among the plants would grow the fungi, many of which would be a variety of whites, but some of them were quite colorful and beautiful to behold in their own way. Maybe of these fungi would be rather small, barely poking up out of the moss and lichen... but others would start to grow bigger.

Some where big enough that a mortal could comfortable sit on them. Others big enough that Vatarr could easily take a seat. Others grew bigger and taller still, growing so large that they provided shade from the sky and you needed to look upwards in order to properly see their tops. That wasn't to say it was devoid of wood. A variety of trees grew among the fungal giants, providing a contrast to the view and providing a number of resources that fungi along couldn't provide.

After that came the wildlife. First insects, mollusks, birds and mammals that would thrive on the fungi, moss, lichens and other plant life that the realm had to offer. Then of course creatures that would strive to hunt and feast among the herbivores and fungivores in turn. Opportunists and carrion feeders would follow, as well as those lifeforms that could enjoy a variety of foods. In time the region was rich with countless different lifeforms, and Vatarr felt at home.

It soon started to rain for the very first time on this brand new land... and Vatarr decided that this land would be a wet one, with rainfalls coming fairly often but broken up but periods of sun and calm all the same.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Vatarr leaned against the black stone as his work was done and just relaxed as he listened to the world around him. Mortals would come in time and he would focus on grander projects then but for now... he just listened to the song of life and death in its most natural state.

Summary

Vatarr pauses long enough to let mortals know that there is going to be land opening up down south soon. Don't even need to worship or serve him if they don't want too, he would just enjoy the company.

Arriving at Node 26 a few days later, Vatarr tries to think of a way to describe the chaos of a unstable land to mortals before he touches the node and transforms it into a temperate, moist forest of trees and fungal giants. It's somewhat like a marsh in some places, but it isn't that wet.

Since mortals haven't arrived yet, Vatarr just sits back and basks in the natural world they've made.

Might

Might: 4

Haven't spent any yet because stabilizing an unclaimed node is free.

Crucible of Gods - A New Divine RP

Vatarr

Completely ignoring any negative responses to his playful ribbing of the self proclaimed 'eldest' of the deities among them and glancing towards the serpent that had decided that talking was a waste of time and decided to merely project their thoughts into the heads of others, Vatarr merely shrugged indifferently as they turned away from the ongoing conversation and walked over to the map in question... before reaching out and tapping one of the nodes with his finger and nodding his horned head to himself.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm feeling inspiration surge and a need to go and create something before it slips away. You're all invited of course to come and visit and in turn I so look forward to seeing what you all make. Until next time, take care!" While the departure southwards was rather sudden, the joyous and jolly tone as Vatarr walked away suggested an earnestness behind his words; He honestly was looking forward to seeing what others created, just as he wanted them to stop by sometime to see what he had made in turn.

Summary

Vatarr selects a destination from the map (Node 26) and starts heading south, offering pleasant goodbyes for now and hopes of everyone showing off their projects in the future.

Might

Spent: 0
Total: 4

Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk. VI

Raethel Norvegicus and Aethel

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It had taken some time in order to organize things. Messengers had to be sent out, supplies had to be organized... plans had to be made. What had been originally a spur of the moment decision all those years ago on Aethel's part had evolved to the point where just pointing at someone and saying 'They'll be the next champion' simply wasn't good enough anymore. However, rather then rage about it they had instead sat down with Raethel had talked at length on what criteria the tests for a new champion needed to take.

What was decided in the meantime through was that the tests should be made into an event. A festival to celebrate the return of Aethel, the selection of a new champion of the Rattus people and the launch of their vessel to far distant shores!... On top of the fact that Aethel honestly just wanted to see what kind of party their little rats could actually throw when they dedicated themselves to it.

While all this did mean that Raethel was put upon to do the organizing, it was an duty that he couldn't really complain about... even if he did find himself grumbling to himself about having to deal with the deity's random flights of fancy. However, despite everything Raethel couldn't help but respect the fact that despite appearances or what some might think, Aethel could be surprisingly cunning in their plans.

For example, the first trial was designed to both thin the number of candidates as well as assist Raethel's workforce in regards to getting things organized; Only those who actively did something to help with or contribute to the Festival would qualify as candidates to succeed Raethel. The trick was that no one knew there was a trial; Officially there were only the main six trials and the seventh final one, but Aethel had insisted that they were going to use their divine senses in order to keep tabs on the Rattus who helped out.

This was combined with the other part of the trial... namely, a candidate had to want to be a candidate. They had to make a choice to put their name down and step forward to take part in the trials. Raethel knew for a fact that Aethel was prone to bouts of laziness and taking naps, but laziness was not a trait they wanted in their chosen representative it seemed.

Only time would tell how many candidates would actually qualify to take part in the trials themselves.

Summary

Raethel and Aethel plan out a festival for the Rattus to celebrate several things happening at once, as well as to give the general public something to do while candidates for Raethel's replacement champion are being trialed. So far there are 7 official trials total, with a hidden 8th that is being kept between Raethel and Aethel; A candidate has to both A) Volunteer to be a candidate and B) Have contributed or helped out with setting up the festival. This second part is not known to the general public and Aethel will be doing god bullshit in order to tag Rattus who qualify.

Spirit

Start: 6

+1 Main character
+1 Present for more then a sentence

Divine Quest: Claim the Land of Deserts and Hidden Rivers for the Rattus (In progress)
Divine Quest: Discover a new land across the sea (Plus discover the ability to sail on the ocean) (In progress)
Divine Quest: Create safe passage through the Great Dragon Range so Rattus can explore the other side.

End: 8

Crucible of Gods - A New Divine RP

Vatarr

Within the first minute of coming into being, disagreements and struggle about who should be in charge had began. While he was sure that others would quickly jump in and naturally playful debate would turn into bitter arguments and brutal warfare that would last until the end that their creator had predicted, Vatarr instead quietly walked up to the body of their fallen... Father? Predecessor?

The horned skull of his head tilted slightly as he pondered the question for a moment before he reached out to press two of his fingers against the corpses forehead, their eyes closing for just a moment as the knowledge that the dead god had wished to share was passed onto him, making it three deities with access to it. Ignoring the conversation happening behind him for the moment, he gazed down at the dead god with an unreadable expression, sorting through the rather complex feelings they felt for the stranger that was their creator.

Bowing his head as a third finger was pressed against the head of the deceased, Vatarr closed their eyes in quiet respect and mourning, there was a small build up of their divine power before it faded away, leaving no trace of what it might have been used for before he brushed his fingers away as he turned and grinned as he stepped towards his fellows. "Come now. It's not as if the world is coming to an end right this minute. We have time for everyone who desires to make their case as to why we should follow them to step forward and do so. While clearly Monica and... he paused for a moment as his head tilted, looking at the 'older sister' for a moment before finishing in a playful tease "Whoever the old hag is have already stepped forward, I'm sure there are others who wish to step forwards and speak up."

Summary

Vataar pays respects to their... whatever Peninal was to them, using some might for... something and then turning around and saying "Calm down. We've got time to work this out. Who else thinks they should be in charge?"

Surprise

Vatarr created maggots inside of Peninals skull while he was paying his respects in order to start the decomposing process as soon as possible, tailored made to consume and break down divine flesh and material.

Might

1 Might to create maggots... inside of Peninal's skull. 1 Might is spend so they can eat divine tissue rather quickly.

Crucible of Gods - A New Divine RP

Vatarr

Name:
Vatarr

Form:


As a deity that represents the cycle of life, death and renewal Vatarr's form is in something of a state in-between all three of those states at once. Standing above humans in height, Vatarr's body is a mixture of plant and meat that is in a slow but constant state of flex; There will be parts of his body that are in fully bloom/in prime condition, others that are actively rotting and falling off in chunks like decaying meat on a body being moved... with a third section that is clearly new flesh and plants that are actively growing. As the older parts start to decay and die and the newer growths flourish in the fertile patches left once the rotting process is complete, it is rare for Vatarr to look exactly the same in-between meetings with them.

The one constant is their head, which has a mask/skull like quality to it, covered by growths and bumps that on closer inspection turn out to be a variety of fungi. The horns appear to be optional, appearing in different states of growth at Vatarr's desire.

Personality:
Vatarr is a jolly fellow who never seems to be without a smile on their face. No matter the circumstances that arise, Vatarr will always consider and act like he is talking to a friend he has known for eons, be they god or mortal. This doesn't necessarily means he'll intervene in a given situation since strive, suffering and death are all natural parts of life... but he'll happily listen as someone vents about their troubles all the same.

Will:
Life, Death and Renewal/Rebirth. Where other deities are hung up on life having to be a certain way, Vatarr is more concerned with creating a world in which life happens at all. To him, the ideal world that could be created is one in which life and death are apart of the same never ending cycle: Living things are born and live out their lives pursuing their desires before one day they will lay down and die, their remains returning to the world and enriching it, allowing for new life to be created and for the cycle to start again.

In the event of total victory, Vatarr's ideal world wouldn't have a fixed form. Species, the environment, weather... all of it would be left to their own devices without any interference. The only time Vatarr would act would be in the event that something happened to wipe out all life on the planet in such a way that nothing can survive and new life cannot form... in which case he will seed the world with life anew and restart the cycle anew.

Favorite Color:
Dark Green

Crucible of Gods - A New Divine RP

Vatarr

Name:
Vatarr

Form:


As a deity that represents the cycle of life, death and renewal Vatarr's form is in something of a state in-between all three of those states at once. Standing above humans in height, Vatarr's body is a mixture of plant and meat that is in a slow but constant state of flex; There will be parts of his body that are in fully bloom/in prime condition, others that are actively rotting and falling off in chunks like decaying meat on a body being moved... with a third section that is clearly new flesh and plants that are actively growing. As the older parts start to decay and die and the newer growths flourish in the fertile patches left once the rotting process is complete, it is rare for Vatarr to look exactly the same in-between meetings with them.

The one constant is their head, which has a mask/skull like quality to it, covered by growths and bumps that on closer inspection turn out to be a variety of fungi. The horns appear to be optional, appearing in different states of growth at Vatarr's desire.

Personality:
Vatarr is a jolly fellow who never seems to be without a smile on their face. No matter the circumstances that arise, Vatarr will always consider and act like he is talking to a friend he has known for eons, be they god or mortal. This doesn't necessarily means he'll intervene in a given situation since strive, suffering and death are all natural parts of life... but he'll happily listen as someone vents about their troubles all the same.

Will:
Life, Death and Renewal/Rebirth. Where other deities are hung up on life having to be a certain way, Vatarr is more concerned with creating a world in which life happens at all. To him, the ideal world that could be created is one in which life and death are apart of the same never ending cycle: Living things are born and live out their lives pursuing their desires before one day they will lay down and die, their remains returning to the world and enriching it, allowing for new life to be created and for the cycle to start again.

In the event of total victory, Vatarr's ideal world wouldn't have a fixed form. Species, the environment, weather... all of it would be left to their own devices without any interference. The only time Vatarr would act would be in the event that something happened to wipe out all life on the planet in such a way that nothing can survive and new life cannot form... in which case he will seed the world with life anew and restart the cycle anew.

Favorite Color:
Dark Green

Crucible of Gods - A New Divine RP

Vatarr

Name:
Vatarr

Form:


As a deity that represents the cycle of life, death and renewal Vatarr's form is in something of a state in-between all three of those states at once. Standing above humans in height, Vatarr's body is a mixture of plant and meat that is in a slow but constant state of flex; There will be parts of his body that are in fully bloom/in prime condition, others that are actively rotting and falling off in chunks like decaying meat on a body being moved... with a third section that is clearly new flesh and plants that are actively growing. As the older parts start to decay and die and the newer growths flourish in the fertile patches left once the rotting process is complete, it is rare for Vatarr to look exactly the same in-between meetings with them.

The one constant is their head, which has a mask/skull like quality to it, covered by growths and bumps that on closer inspection turn out to be a variety of fungi. The horns appear to be optional, appearing in different states of growth at Vatarr's desire.

Personality:
Vatarr is a jolly fellow who never seems to be without a smile on their face. No matter the circumstances that arise, Vatarr will always consider and act like he is talking to a friend he has known for eons, be they god or mortal. This doesn't necessarily means he'll intervene in a given situation since strive, suffering and death are all natural parts of life... but he'll happily listen as someone vents about their troubles all the same.

Will:
Life, Death and Renewal/Rebirth. Where other deities are hung up on life having to be a certain way, Vatarr is more concerned with creating a world in which life happens at all. To him, the ideal world that could be created is one in which life and death are apart of the same never ending cycle: Living things are born and live out their lives pursuing their desires before one day they will lay down and die, their remains returning to the world and enriching it, allowing for new life to be created and for the cycle to start again.

Favorite Color:
Dark Green