Cyclone

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

@Frettzo About time Astarte did something good again? XP

@Kho

Good? This is like, Adolf Titler that we're talking about here.

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory

The Lumberjacks

Horik squinted closely at Aderyn with a look that was unmistakeably suspicion. The 'Cewri' didn't seem threatening. On the other hand, they seemed friendly. Still, their size made him somewhat nervous and heir blue skin was strange and unlike anything the lumberjack had seen before. They were all bewildered to come across skraelings, but admittedly the hostile and treacherous skraelings from their folktales didn't have blue skin or act friendly in the slightest.

A few of the other lumberjacks echoed Horik's thoughts on one another (in the Ards' language, of course) but in the end most of the younger men were trusting enough to take the dried meat that Aderyn held out. It looked and smelled good enough. Horik relented to their trust. Hoping that he wasn't making a mistake, he said, "Come sit by fire. It warm."

As the Ards walked back to their campfire a little ways away, half of them never took their eyes off the Cewri. Some kept their hands near the handles of their axes, but they didn't raise the weapons. One of the lumberjacks quickly added some twigs and such to the dying fire before splitting a log and heaping that on as well. There were a few lonely trees around and they had chopped one down for the firewood they were now using, but they needed to find a forest in order to build a logging camp that would last a while.

After eating some of the smoked venison the other lumberjacks seemed to open up and become more talkative. They began to bombard the skraelings with questions. One of them that knew the old tongue rather well did most of the talking for the others. "You know where we can find lots of trees like that? And what are you doing out here anyway?" he asked.

After a while of silence as he allowed the others to talk to the skraelings, Horik voiced a burning question in his mind, "Where Cewri live?"

Summary

-Most of the lumberjacks are suspicious of the Cewri but a few eat the meat. They offer the Cewri to warm themselves by their campfire.
-They try to ask a few questions: if the Cewri have seen any forests, where the Cewri live, and what they are doing.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

I'm wondering whether to let that knight just get cut in half in a spurt of "beautiful blood" or take an explosion to the knee a la priests, or make him actually tough.

Either way if someone doesn't back up Athinar, he's about to get pummeled. You realize that he ran straight into the square full of the knight and something like 20 or 30 priests and guards? They'll just dogpile him, but fortunately there's at least Torrens and Narza in the vicinity to help.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

@Blackmist16

Well, since Balothiss didn't get out of the way and was frozen you might not get to kill her before someone else does She's fighting Athinar and I doubt she'll last the whole ten minutes that it took for Balothiss to melt his way out.

On the bright side, that annoying knight showed up and he could use a killing.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

Ialu, Avarice Incarnate

9 might

The body of Cassios had not been amongst the fallen, nor had he been seen after the middle of the battle. Was that one, steadfast as stone in his loyalty, yet another enemy? The thought was infuriating. "Thulemiz escaped my wrath. His Victors stole from me hundreds of soldiers. This is your fault...YOUR CURSE STOPPED ME FROM CLEAVING THEM ALL ASUNDER!" Ialu uttered low to his breath. He was facing a figurine that bore the likeness of Ferghus, looming over a small anvil.

Ialu hardly was human anymore; he had no desire for food or drink, heat or warmth. His form appeared twisted and demonic, as tall as any man and then half again. A brawny hand with calluses as tough as iron bands reached out to grasp the figurine's head, and with a small squeeze, he crushed the head of the little metal statuette. As the metal crumpled in his grasp sharp points dug into his hands, but they could do him no harm. He was invincible! He was God-King!'

Suddenly Ialu went into a tunnel vision, and then all that he saw faded away into blackness. A moment later, he found himself on top of a mountain's peak. Everything about the mountain and the dreary sky around were black and white. Of course, that was except for the golden figure that stood at the very top of the peak, a few mere feet away. His strange dreams were back again. It had been a long time since he had last been plagued in his sleep, actually, a long time since he had slept at all...

He recalled the last time when he was unable to so much as even look at the golden figure that loomed before him, and before that when its sheer light had been enough to blow him off the mountain. Now, he could weather the light and perceive what was before him, though he was still unable to look directly at the figure. His gaze drifted downwards. There were steps carved into the rocky peak, leading up to the figure. Try as he might to bound up ten or fifteen steps at once with his great leaps, the demigod found himself forced to trudge up one by one.

As he came closer, the shining light above spoke to him, "Put aside your petty feud with the Forge God. Obey the Sight and your own ambitions. Harken not to the every whim of the 'Mighty One', for you know that I am your only true master."

Enraged, Ialu roared out, "Who are you to command me, nameless one?"

There was a horrendous shaking. The entire mountain moved and the air throbbed as something emanated from within the shining being. It was laughter. Seemingly bemused, it replied, "And how might you defy Me when you cannot even match my Gaze?"

After a short pause it at last revealed itself, "I am Ambition, Pride, Greed. I am your Future, of course.

The blinding light of the figure vanished and Ialu found himself awake and in the real world once more, back as quickly as he had left. His burning gaze was still directed at the ruined idol to Ferghus, but heeding his dream, he put the thing back down and used him magic to quickly repair it. It was then that the smith entered his hut, surprised to see the God-King there.

The loyal smith fell to a knee in reverence, the scraps of metal he had salvaged from the battle being allowed to clatter to the floor as he released his grip upon the things. Before the smith could speak, Ialu did. "I have come looking for you. Littered on the Battlefield, was there a great suit of armor too big for any man, empty inside?

The smith stammered for a moment before managing to ask, "God-King, do you speak of Rejys, the Arma Igna that fought with the enemy?"

Ialu nodded. That was the very one that he had wondered about. He hadn't seen the Arma Igna anywhere on the battlefield, though he was sure that the thing would have been there.

The smith answered, "No, he was not amongst the fallen. Though afterwards there was a Garakain soldier who claimed to have seen the Arma Igna locked in battle with the one called 'Cassios'. Mighty One permitting, our great warrior still lives after that duel for the ages." The smith quivered in fear at the mention of Cassios, or perhaps simply at the continued presence of Ialu.

The demigod answered, "Troubling. The Mighty One indeed did seem to favor Cassios. Return to work, O loyal one. As we melt down the armor of our slain foes and reforge it into our own, we grow ever stronger. The Mighty One no doubt looks fondly upon your work.

The compliment clearly meaning much to that one true follower of Ialu, the demigod turned and left. It rang hollow with Ialu, however, as his faith not what it once was. Though he hadn't realized it until his dream, he had already begun to care more and more for his self, and less for the Mighty One... There was a time when he would not have dared to cal himself God-King and demand worship alongside the Mighty One, but even now he felt the prayers empowering him. It was too late to turn back.

He returned to the Strong Tribe's village, marching through the gates and up the hill to his Mighty Cottage. He called for his closest men and the chieftains of all the tribes beneath him. He would once again returned north to Garakai, though this time to fight the brother of his first foe; however, he had several matters to attend to before he left. It was no matter; a demigod had all the time in the world, and with every passing day he grew stronger. He would allow Aztoc to break for perhaps another week, growing content and bold. Then Ialu would be upon him like Death itself, his rage unstoppable.

Summary

-Big deal with more of his strange dreams.
-Ialu finally put aside his disdain for Ferghus. He's still not a fan of the guy, though.
-He has some stuff with his lands and people that need his attention, and after he's handled that he's going to go back to Garakai to face Aztoc.
-His previously implacable faith in the Mighty One is seemingly waning.

The Sun Will Never Set (A Statisticless NRP)(It had a good run)

@Hael

But what's logic, planning, knowledge, or forethought when I can easily forget them so as to complain?

Oh god, I'm turning into Crompter.

Wizard's Tower (a magic medieval-fantasy RP)

See what happens when I don't actively bother everyone OOC?

@Hael

What, we get a tiny break from you?

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory

X) Pray for salvation and the answers.

The Leviathan

Danr's sleep had been long and deep; it felt like he had been asleep for months! Of course, the thunderous rains woke him up, just like they woke up the rest of the village and probably even the stones and trees themselves. Coming down so hard, the rain leaked through the roofs. The tribespeople scurried to patch the leaks and make sure that the rafters above stayed strong and that the ceilings didn't come crashing down.

Then the wolves started howling, though. They bayed and whined, roared and cowered in the corners. The thunder and lightning usually provoked some reaction from them, but this was something else entirely. This commotion heralded something horrible that was about to happen.

...and then that something did happen, when the Great Leviathan rose up from the depths. Its skin was black as the night and its colossal form blocked out a thousand stars in the sky. Njor was within sight of the shores, sure, but the settlement was also upon a rise and a fair distance away from the water. None of that mattered; the beast was so enormous that its tentacle reached all the way to the village and obliterated an entire building with one small flick. The three people that had been patching that hut's roof were instantly killed by the Leviathan. As Danr ran outside of his mead hall he saw the thing's great eyes, and he thought that they locked sight with one another for a brief moment. The great warrior and fearless chieftain felt fear creep into his heart as his knees began to buckle. He shivered with a chill that no amount of snow or ice had ever inflicted upon an Ard. The only thing more horrifying than the beast was the realization hat this was no nightmare...

But then, the great beast was gone as soon as it had came. The storm left with it. Somehow the great waves, the torrential deluge of rain, and the Leviathan's rage hadn't left the fishing rafts and pier beyond repair. When morning came, the bravest of men ventured close to the waters and began to fix the pier and rafts, yet none dared to go fishing. Who could blame them? In any case, the hunting was still good and the crops bountiful, cotton, grain, and all. The Ards wouldn't starve if they stopped fishing for a while, but they very well might die if that beast returned.

The elders convened in Danr's mead hall and discussed what to do next. Some suggested trying to appease the Leviathan with offerings, or even worshiping it as some sort of dark god. Others recounted the tales of how anything that survived its wrath was great indeed and would have a glorious destiny, and proclaimed that the Leviathan was a blessing and a good omen. Some thought it would return, others thought that it wouldn't...

Danr listened to them all, many speaking as if they were sure that their words were golden and true. Some of the elders even began to argue about who was right. but how could any of them know for sure? The chieftain finally came to a decision and proclaimed that they would build a shrine to Father Frost, the very icy god that had desroyed their ancient homeland and sent them fleeing here.

Some saw that as madness; bringing Father Frost's gaze to their new land would only mean that the winter, death, and ice would creep south and follow them from their old homeland. Father Frost was a pitiless master, after all. Yet Danr and some of the others insisted that Father Frost would help them. The Ards were his chosen people, after all. The sacred ice flowed through their veins, and they had been the only tribe to survive the god's wrath and escape their frigid homeland.

So through near equal persuasion and intimidation, Danr brought all the elders to his side. With their unanimous support, he knew that there would be no rebellion or objection amongst the tribe. By noon they had already begun to build a stonehenge around one great boulder in the ground. The central boulder was flattened using mining tools, transformed into a ceremonial slab. It was there that they might leave offerings of food, drink, gold, and weapons for Father Frost. In times of dire need or for special festivals, they might even sacrifice animals or captives of war. Of course, with Danr having no knowledge of any skraelings (not even the ones that his lumberjacks had just encountered) he was afraid of what might need be done if Father Frost ever demanded a human sacrifice.

In any case, the best stonemason in Njor began work on a statue of Father Frost to show the world of the god's glory, but it would be some time before that statue was ready to add to the shrine. Danr could not afford to wait that time, so the moment that the shrine was built he sent some of the elders that had once been holy men to bring offerings and remain at the shrine throughout the cold night, praying to Father Frost to make himself known once more to his chosen people and tell them about the great Leviathan that had come with the storm. Danr and the elders dared not ask more of Father Frost, for fear of him asking for a sacrifice greater than they wished to offer.

Summary

-The Ards built a shrine to Father Frost and offered him food, then prayed throughout the night asking him to tell them about the Leviathan and what they need to do.
-After seeing the giant sea monster come out of the ocean and smash a building, the Ards are of course scared to go out on the fishing rafts, at least for now.

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory

<Snipped quote by Cyclone>

Y-yes! T-that's exactly what I t-thought!
(Shit I miss so many things)

@Chenzor

It's all good

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Heh, water priestess thinks that drawing out the water and blood in Athinar will keep him from wrecking her shit. Hehehe. The perfect time for an abilty to manifest. Don't worry, it's not the magical exoskeleton. :)

@Athinar

Beat 'er up