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Back when dinosaurs ruled the Earth, I got started with writing online on the Spore forums. Man, those were the days. We're talking like 12 years ago 2010-ish!
I've been here on and off for almost as long, and have GM'd a bunch of different things to varying success.
I've been here on and off for almost as long, and have GM'd a bunch of different things to varying success.
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I forgot to mention that since divine quests are meant to be public, if the caterpillar or the nameless first human (or let's also say any other hero that gets created in the next few posts) wants to be spies for Promus, we can find an IC way to get them in on the mission.
@LokiLeo789
If a meme dies (memes can't die) then you just wait 6 years for everyone to forget about it and then it's like a brand new meme!
Also modern memes are just as garbage as modern art!
@LokiLeo789
If a meme dies (memes can't die) then you just wait 6 years for everyone to forget about it and then it's like a brand new meme!
Also modern memes are just as garbage as modern art!
@Cyclone
Yes she can.
Also have fun sneaking into her home. Or even finding it. Be prepared for an angry Devourer if you find her.
Boi don't act like you didn't ask for this or see it coming!
I seem to recall you saying,
Also feel free to visit Kiko.
Doesn't she like all sorts of houseguests?
Level 2 God of Civilization (Speech)
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Azazael of His Breath, Level 1 Hero
Halazael of the Heavens, Level 1 Hero
Makaizael of the Earth, Level 1 Hero
'You're spoiling me with all this praise!'
Promus ruminated upon that thought as Seihdhara offered her introduction.
"In accepting and bestowing honor, even if it be only in a name, we challenge one another to strive for greater and to elevate our station from that of mere bestial and uncultured emptiness," he decided aloud, but his words came more as an answer to his own musings more than to that statement which Seihdhara had proclaimed with spontaneity. In truth, he did not expect her to understand.
She then showed the faery Dwynen and asked what he thought of it, so Promus regarded the fae creature for a moment. In that time, Azazael smiled at the creature (though none saw that look upon his hidden face), Makaizael silently contemplated the meaning of his father's words, and Halazael was the wind: present in name, yet intangible and unseen.
"In that creature, I do see a sort of rugged beauty; it is that of an open canvas, of a stone that longs for the touch of a chisel, of a poem that resides in the imagination as it waits to be cast in words. It needs only a guiding hand to elevate it and enable it to achieve the greatness that is trapped within."
But with that truthful answer given, the Heavenly Sage bowed deeply and was mimicked by his three Watchers. "I thank you both for your gifts. One day, this kindness shall be repaid, but until that time comes I bed thee both good fortune and farewell."
He looked behind him to his the three Lords of Civilization and wordlessly bid them, 'Come.'
The four ascended even higher, to the very uppermost reaches of the Celestial Sphere, and from the top of the sky Promus looked down to observe the doings of the other gods. More had arrived. He would meet with them in time, he was sure, but for he was content with merely taking in their words as they quarreled, made proclamations, and offered greetings. There were few that could speak so softly that not even the god of speech could hear when he listened.
There was suddenly one that did demand his attention. It was a newcomer that trod forth from the Door with spear in hand, and who declared, "I am Regulus, patron of the strong, defender of the weak, harbringer of order."
"Look, to him," Promus bid his disciples.
"He who burns like the sun?" Azazael asked.
Makaizael pointed questioningly to the one in strange garb who walks side-by-side with Death.
He answered them both, "No." Promus turned his side to the silent Halazael and saw his eyes transfixed upon Regulus. "Perceptive." It was a small compliment, but one that filled his other two sons with envy. A small glow of happiness was Halazael's for a mere moment, but then he was placid once more and oblivious to the petty jealousy of his brothers.
"He may make a worthy ally. Let this be the first lesson of the countless that you must learn: look always for allies, and seek to enlist their aid where you may. I once made the mistake of walking a dangerous path alone, and the cost was a dire one."
Promus prepared to make his descent towards the beach, but something was amiss; he realized then that none of the three demons were within sight. "I will speak with Regulus alone. To you, my sons, I will offer you the first test: I charge you with the quest of tracking the demons and keeping watch on them. Go unseen, and do not try to challenge them. Merely observe."
The Watchers looked to one another and were suddenly without their master and maker, for Promus had already fallen like a shooting star.
Even though he came from beyond the highest clouds, his landing was like that of a raindrop some distance down the shore from Regulus. He approached the spear-wielding god silently until he drew close, and then he stopped and spoke, "Then know that you do not walk alone, you August Lord and Vessel of Righteous Strength; I am Promus, the Heavenly Sage and Patron of Civilization, and I too oppose the demons that bear fruit of chaos and corruption."
And I didn't think that the spear could be considered a divine object. If you want, I would be willing to drop 2 points for it. I should still be able to do the other things I want to do.
I'd just run around with it free for now, but if you want it to do anything special or use it for something cool just improve it with a couple MP when that time comes.
@Antarctic Termite
I take it that the first post detailing their creation shouldn't count for the purposes of giving the Three any Prestige?
I take it that the first post detailing their creation shouldn't count for the purposes of giving the Three any Prestige?
Is uh... Is nobody going to acknowledge Césure..?
ditch that lame house party inside the castle and come outside
Level 2 God of Civilization (Speech)
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Azazael of His Breath, Level 1 Hero
Halazael of the Heavens, Level 1 Hero
Makaizael of the Earth, Level 1 Hero
That first decree having been made to his Watchers, mere moments passed before Promus sensed the perturbation below; his eyes gazed down at what was unfolding between the demon Larwen and those that had confronted it. The Watchers traced the gaze of their master and maker even as wings veiled their faces and shielded their eyes from the evil below. All four sets of oculi fell upon one goddess as she began to ascend to the Celestial Sphere where they were suspended.
She who approached was the weeping mother, and she offered nothing in the manner of greeting or even a name.
'I see you have created guardians,' her voice called out as she was met by the empty stoicism upon Promus' face. 'No guardian is complete without martial prowess.'
There was a pregnant pause as he waited for more, only to be left disappointed. It would be he who offered true tiding first, then. He spoke even as her touch extended to his three Watchers and filled their hearts with the fire of battle. For her burning hair and wild ire towards the demon Larwen, he offered many titles to fill the void left by an unknown name. "Hail to you, O Foreign Mother of Fire and Flowers, upon whose Fiery Crown rests Wisdom and Might. I am known as Promus."
He looked back to his Lords of Civilization in their now-reddened primes. Still, none of them had uttered a single word in all of their time thus far. "You may speak. The power -- my power, has resided in you all this time."
With his leave finally given, the words flowed free.
First, from that young one fashioned of clay came the declaration, "I am named Makaizael, and I humbly offer thanks for your kindness."
From Azazael, he who was of of Promus' own breath, there came speech as sweet as honey. "The gift that you bestow honors me, as does your beauty and exuberant aura of strength." His wings parted the smallest bit to offer a glimpse of the perfect face that was meant to forever hide from the world, and in that moment his hair seemed redder than blood.
She seemed to smile at Azazael and devoured him with her eyes even as the stony form of Promus somehow found a way to become even more rigid.
The moment was saved as Halazael of the Heavens finally broke his silence. He gave a small bow and his quiet voice offered only, "Thank you. I am called Halazael."
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