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The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

I'm afraid we already have a deity corresponding to those precise elements, my friend.

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I've been a little low on my visual novel quota this month so I'm off to read Song of Saya.

Let's all hope I don't to that thing where I incorporate the media I've consumed lately into my writing because if I assimilate this we're all in for some pain.

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Seeing as the necromancer girl was calming down, Sethan was greatly relieved. He released her and turned about to face her properly. His cooldown hug technique was actually a bit of a gamble, and had she not been compliant, at that range she could have rotted a limb or two off of him. That wouldn't have been pleasant, nor easy to fix. Modern necromancers never ceased to astound Sethan, but not in a good way. Their practices had evolved to become so uncleanly and obscene that necromancy had come to be known as a corruptive or taboo practice. This extended to much of magic as well; the art had degraded from its lofty origins to something dangerous and mistrusted, practiced only by iconoclasts. Truly the age of the sorcerer was long dead and buried.

Still, the young lady had the courtesy to introduce herself, and Sethan was one to reciprocate such a gesture. "I am Sethan, Son of Ra, Ruler of Souls, Twelfth in my dynasty," He said aloud, clear enough for those that he had not yet personally introduced himself to could hear. "Last King of Irem." He tacked on to the end of his already lengthy list of titles, though at this point he was facing vaguely in the direction of Isis. It would do well for the daughter of Nut to know that not all present had been cowed by her arrival.

Returning to face Anastasia, he completed his formal introduction, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he said in plain English, as he had no idea what language she had been speaking earlier. Never the less, he preferred to make an impression on lovely young women, particularly those with potential in the arcane arts. He took her dainty hand in his own and placed a gentle kiss on her dainty fingers.

Though he very quickly turned his attention away from her, and back to the group as a whole, "Indeed, I shall join this voyage as well." He tried to pick a particular face out the the crowd to settle his focus on, and eventually decided on the most openly emotional person present, which was the red-haired woman. "I did not know your Max, but you can rest assured, whether it shall be to the depths of Duat or beyond, I shall set forth, and your friend will return. I swear this on the bones on my ancestors, and the Pillars of Irem." By the time he had finished making his glorious proclamation, his restraint on his aura was let loose, and she shone with all of his divine majesty, gold glittering, arms raised in dramatic triumph, and his fur coat billowing behind him.

The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

All I'm looking for is a population majority, even a slight one, so 60% is fine by me. That's enough for Vaslonya to annex the joint. Killing absolutely everyone wouldn't be totally productive, either.

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HeySeuss said
I personally don't think they can avoid being hunted by a god. They're way below his personal power level. Metanoia's followers and the vampires would be balanced out more, but no, they can't just blithely hide from a deity.

Not hiding precisely as much as running. Vampires are the scourge of society in every imaginable way, and even the freshest of them (the born ones, anyway) have to be experts in avoiding persecution just to survive. He can't be every place at once. Just like I said, it's like a really absurd version of Pac Man.

I'd also like to turn the eye back to Metanoia, who is currently involving himself in the focused persecution and genocide of a specific race. HMMMM.

Spot of Medieval Fantasy nation RP'ing

I could be interested in this, though I will admit that I would be putting forth one of the much-reviled magic-focused nations.

My basic idea is that of a surprisingly benign Necrocracy, either headed by Vampires or Mummies. I've not decided yet.

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Crazy Guy said
@DeadCruiser: I don't feel that your post properly reflects Metanoia's awareness. Sure, he'll probably end up killing mindless nulls or even civilians turned against their will in the chaos, that's just the world the RP takes place within, but Metanoia is inexorably drawn towards beings who have committed atrocities so as to punish them, and he'd probably be able to find experienced vampires in the crowds who have done so many evils to other beings.

"Atrocities" can be quite subjective. If he's the god of regret, surely creatures with no regrets can fly under his radar. Also, given that he's telegraphing his location quite clearly, these "experienced" vampires should be very adept at avoiding persecution. It's like a big gory game of Pac Man.

The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

Caesilinus bled as it burned. The human population was rapidly losing ground, and the scales were now tipping in favor of the night-kin. Metanoia, the righteous fool, could not have made his presence in the city less impactful if he tried. His great, azure nimbus was a warning beacon to vampires and their servants alike. Creatures long used to the scorn of gods, it was all too easy from them to avoid his rampage, and as a result, he mostly killed civilians that had been turned to vampires or nulls against their will. At this rate, by the time the sun rose, there would not be a single living human left in the city. However, where there were beasts, there must also be a master.

The city gates, long since blown open, were cleared of debris and bodies to ease the arrival of the city's conquerer. Horses black as tar with hungry eyes and fanged mouths pulled a dark, ornate carriage through the crimson-stained streets. A procession of considerable size followed the carriage; knights, heralds, men-at-arms and sorcerers marching on equally monstrous steeds, as well as slavering werewolves bound by heavy chains. Those that roamed the streets could tell their identity by instinct. Zombies ignored them, nulls fled them, ghouls prostrated themselves before them, and vampires bowed ceremoniously.

The procession stopped before the Temple of Aroesus in the city square, which had so far been left alone by the invading fiends. The priests within assumed this fortune was due to the divine authority carried by their dead god. They were quite thoroughly wrong. They were being saved for dessert. The carriage opened, and from it emerged a woman of almost divine beauty. A scarlet dress, cascading locks of golden hair and piercing amber eyes. She boldly strode up the steps of the temple, flanked by knights clad in black armor. One of her attendants hurried ahead of her into the temple, and emerged with a struggling priest of Aroesus in hand.

Now stood at the temple's entrance, another of the woman's retainers handed her a massive sword, nearly as long as herself, and the priest was forced to bow before her. With a single, swift blow, she beheaded the man, leaving his body to slump on the steps and his head to bounce all the way down to the streets below. She ran her tongue down the length of the bloodied blade, her fangs flashing in the city's dying lights.

"Brothers and sisters," She proclaimed, gaining the attention of any monsters within earshot, "This city is ours! For the glory of our father, and the might of Vaslonya!"

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Dont know how many more times I can say it

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Hellis said
Pharoas care not for that thing mortals call "personal space" Dead?

Hellis, if I may, the word is spelled "Pharaoh." I'm only pointing this out because you've gotten it wrong the exact same way three times now, and it's every citizen's duty to promote proper use of the English language. Even if the word in question is Ancient Egyptian, transliterated into Classical Greek, and then into Latin.