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Sorry for delaying so much on getting this map 'update' (read: scribble I sent Wrongend to get him up to speed on where shit is) out, but here's the world prior to the Frontier:
White stuff is sea ice, averaged through the year. There'll be more in winter, less in summer, and land ice will be more extensive around those latitudes. Blobs near the citadel are, from north to south, prairie, forest and swamp. Red spot in the southern continent is the Temple of the Book, yellow spot is Aella's retreat.
@Frettzo The Frontier squashes most of the purple grass, and a river. You can reconcile this how you'd like, but it's probably best if the purple grass survives around the oases and the not!Nile river.
Ooh, I was thinking the River would basically be the Nile, with tons of purple grass growing around it when fertile and purple grass making up the entirety of the grass in the northern and western oasis.
Edit: NotNile is unnamed as of now, and it's an extremely easy way to travel through the Frontier... Until civilizations in the Oasis spring up and they regulate whoever passes through heavily.
Landgrab for the huge ass desert Aella just made:
Level 2 Goddess of Kindness
Aella stretched out, lying on the couch but stopped when she felt her wing hit the ceiling and heard the wood creaking under the force. She yawned and sat up. The cabin was rather small, she realized. She couldn't stretch out fully without her wings knocking someone over of punching a hole through a window. Why was she even spending her time inside the small building? She'd built it for mortals, not for herself.
She sighed and willed herself out of the cabin, suddenly finding herself standing in front of it.
"So you've failed to prevent war and are now lazing around all day long... This isn't how I imagined you'd spend your days, Aella." She said to herself, "What to do..." She muttered as she started floating and drifting away from the cabin. For a moment, she looked toward Pervanon.
"No, not yet... Maybe Gremju's place?" In a split second she found herself looking at the Plains of Madness, with its strange plantlife and growing crystals and dirty-looking water. She saw an imp throw a rock at another and cackle when the other escaped, leaving the spore he was eating behind for the attacker to steal. "Maybe later." She said and flew off.
Some time passed, and she eventually found herself in the middle of a vast expanse of barren land. Nothing in sight for as far as the mortal eye could see. Maybe she could build something here, she thought. She was far enough from Larwen's land that she wouldn't be much of a bother and she certainly was far from the other Gods.
"This'll do."
She knelt on the ground and pressed her hands to the dirt. The earth rumbled and the dirt turned into sand. First beneath her hands, then it spread to cover a large amount of land. The sand eventually formed into dunes, but still Aella kept her position, expanding the Desert around her.
An untold amount of time passed, and when she stood once more, she found herself in the middle of what she'd call The Frontier, A desert so vast that merely walking through it would take years, months if you were speedy. As it was, though, it was a death sentence to attempt to cross it. So she flew and created small and large oasis over the desert, making sure that whoever ventured into the Desert would be likely to find them and restock on supplies to continue their journey. There were four large oasis big enough to sustain entire cities and many more smaller ones to sustain anything from the occassional traveler to small settlements.
When it was all done and the Frontier was ready, Aella found herself regarding the vast expanse of land. She'd aligned the large oasis to the four cardinal points, with one to the North, East, South and West. She already knew who she wanted to see settling in the Oasis to the West, so with a happy sigh and a roll of her eyes, she set off toward Pervanon.
As she flew, a thought crept into her mind. ... Wasn't the point of me getting out of the cabin to create a bigger home for myself? She groaned and made a mental note to focus more in the future.
@Inkarnate, can't have initiative when there's nothing to do, mate.
Can't say it's a surprise. A more action-filled start might've been a better way to start the RP. Either way, closure is good, so thank you for being brave and cancelling it instead of gradually going silent and abandoning it.
@Frettzo Dude that was fucking beautiful
Thanks mate, couldn't have done it without Gremju being a very sturdy third wheel :-)
Also, fixed that color block
Level 2 Goddess of Kindness
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Gremju the Challenger
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The Corrupter
Level Three God of Perfection (Corruption)
The Tree overlooked the steep piece of land on which the Cabin was built. It was a contrasting sight to be sure. Placed higher than anything else in the Valley was this blackened tree, with two thick trunks twisting one around the other and reaching several meters up, where reddish leaves sprouted into a flat canopy. Bright red fruit hung off the lower branches, shining in the sunlight.
Aella bit her lower lip nervously as she looked at the tree from the front of her Cabin.
"I know we placed it here to show Larwen that we were okay with his creations and corruption living among the rest of us, but... Ugh, it doesn't really mix with the aesthetic I was going for with this little get-away from the world." Aella muttered.
Gremju shrugged at the great tree as Aella spoke "Eh, we can just move it into Larwen's territory later if he likes it. If not well er, well do what you want with it it's in your get-away" Gremju replied.
The Challenger thought that the tree could use a few more spikes but he supposed the corrupted tree shouldn't be too obvious.
"So eh, when can we expect Larwen to show up? You contacted him about our little gift yet?"
Aella perked up, "Oh! Le me do that right now-" She closed her eyes, took in a deep breath and sent the invitation to Larwen.
'Brother, it has been a while since we've talked, hasn't it? It'd be great if we could meet up for a chat and catch up, I have something to show you. I really hope you'll like it!'
Larwen had just finished fixing his Forge of Purity from the would be saboteur, when a voice erupted into his mind, one vagualy familiar and oozing with kindness. For it was Aella who called upon him, he knewe this now. But a kind voice could hide the pretenses of a greater danger, one Larwen had to be warry of. He would respond to her request, mainly out of curiosity. What could she possibly have to show him? He was still apprehensive about leaving Pervanon so soon, but this time the Zalsarix would be watching for any unwanted guests.
Larwen then summoned Willbreaker to his hands, and willed himself to Aella's retreat. He arrived in a shadowy haze right before them, mace in hand and standing taller then either of his siblings. "Gremju. Aella. Why have you summoned me? If you think to attack, I will not hold back dearest siblings. These days one can never be to careful of another God. I have had my fill of univited guests, and prideful warriors, always meddling in my plans. So, what is it then?" he finished in a rather cold tone.
Aella clasped her hands in front of her and, after a quick look at Gremju, looked up at Larwen's eyes - or at least, where his eyes should be on his face.
"Larwen," She began, "Our brothers and sisters have wronged you, they've attacked you and your creations, and I am sorry." She said as she walked closer to Larwen, wings half-extended.
"I couldn't stand by and watch and wait as our family hurt you again and again, brother. And so, I called upon Gremju to help me create something you'll like, something that will hopefully get the others to leave you alone to do as you wish." She spoke increasingly quieter as she moved closer, and stopped close enough to Larwen that the tip of Willbreaker pressed against her armor. When it did, she gently attempted to lower the weapon. ""It's okay, Larwen. I'm not going to hurt you." She smiled warmly at him and stretched her free hand towards him, motioning for him to take her hand.
Larwen listened to Aella intently, slowly realizing that she was not really a threat, but as she walked closer to him, Larwen could not help but be tense. All she had to do was whip out a weapon and try to attack him. Was she truly sorry for him? They had both created something for him?
Aella stood before him, trying to lower Willbreaker, so easy it would be to strike her down but Larwen, let the mace fall, then let it disappear as his hand fell. Her quiet words seemed to stoke a part of Larwen that he had not known about himself. He felt... at ease? When she offered her hand towards him, Larwen again hesitated, but her smile seemed friendly enough and... inviting. So Larwen slowly took her hand, and when their bodies touched, a hazy memory flashed before his eyes. A void of darkness, and one small light. It was humming. But as quickly as it came, the memory vanished. It left him questioning himself? Why had he seen such a thing, the very thing he had... devoured...
Trying to push it out of his mind, he began to talk, but all sense of his icy tone had vanished. It was more of a voice whose mind was elsewhere. "I am suprised by such a display of this manner Aella. Continue."
Aella grinned and resisted the urge to hug Larwen, knowing well that she'd been lucky he even agreed to take her hand. After throwing a glance to Gremju and nodding in the direction of the tree, uphill, she took off, leading Larwen to his gift. It was a weird thing for her, trying to comfort and lead someone who was that much taller than her. In her old home, she was the tallest of the pantheon.
The very moment Larwen turned around to follow Aella, he'd have been able to see the tree, standing proudly and overlooking the Valley. It wasn't a long walk, barely two minutes until one reached the strange tree. The ground around its roots showed signs of corruption, yet didn't seem to make attempts at expansion. Aella turned around and rested her back on the tree, fully extending her wings in the process. "Don't you think your influence looks that much more beautiful like this? Being around our creations makes it look as magnificent and unique as it truly is."
Holding hands, was an odd feeling. It was more of Aella grabbing on to one of Larwen's large fingers and pulling him along. Larwen did note that her hand was pleasantly soft, another odd thing to think. She was not perfected yet, he felt no need to exert such influence over her. Aella would definetly be better if she were perfected however. The Perfected God of Kindness. It had a certain ring to it, but would her soft hands remain? Larwen shook his head, trying to rid himself of such thoughts. Everything had to be perfected in his image.
Eventually he saw it, the tree. It was strange, a part of him but not entirely. This was the gift? As Aella spoke, he let go of her hand to get a closer look. Certain thoughts came to mind about the tree, but more specifically with what Aella was saying. There was a double meaning to her words, that which could not be avoided. This tree, it was only half perfect and the half that was not of him only existed to stop his influence from spreading. He let out a soft sigh, his siblings still did not see, but before he could say anything, the memory flashed before his eyes again. This time the hum louder and the small light closer but it quickly faded. His hands balled into fists, why was this memory plaguing him so? He looked to Aella, and her smile stopped him. Was it truly Kindness that perpelled her to act in such ways, or a deeper sentiment? Larwen was not sure.
"This gift..." Larwen paused briefly looking away from Aella. He didn't want to come off rude, for it seemed they had made this gift with genuine thought. He realized that they would not know what he truly wanted, not until they were like him. It would have to do for now as much as it felt wrong to think it. He looked back at Aella and asked, "What does it do?"
"Right! Gremju, would you be so kind as to explain what our gift does?" She said, not taking her eyes off Larwen partly because she was curious on his further reactions and partly because she really wanted him to like the gift. The latter one seemed to be failing already, so Gremju and his more matter-of-fact way of speaking might be what they needed to convince Larwen completely.
At Aella's request , Gremju burst into life with a cackle. In a puff of purple energy the imp father disappeared and reappeared in the tree itself before he began his explanation "So my dear brother this little tree we have for you here is not your typical method of spreading influence, no, no,no this is a tree of temptation bearing transformative fruits. Set one of these things up anywhere and it will start whispering into the minds of nearby mortals , telling them how amazing this fruit is and how they will be rewarded for consuming them. Try to hear the whispers, they ain't exactly quiet." Gremju spoke as he manoeuvred himself around the tree to one of the forementioned fruits, grabbing it with his clawed hands before once again vanishing in a puff of smoke and appearing closer to Larwen and approaching, holding the fruit in his hands, offering it to him.
The fruit was an almost spherical shape and crimson, it almost seemed to glow. "Here is one of the fruit in question, the idea is this method of alteration is admittedly slower but also more subtle, even at times when you are withdrawn these trees will slowly spread your influence. Also there's the upside mortals have to willingly consume them which should be an argument for those who would be outraged to shut their traps, but don't worry the whispers are quite compelling. Made 'em myself" he stated, pride in his voice as he spoke about the whispers.
Larwen listened as they spoke, listening to the whispers that Gremju talked about. They were enticing, but not everwhelming compulsive. Larwen theorized those with a very strong will could resist the temptation of such perfection. He also knew that this gift, no matter what it did, his other siblings would actively try and destroy them. A few made it abudantly clear, that they would not tolerate his existence, and Larwen knew that meant anything that held an ounce of his influence. But the fact remained, these two had gone out of their way to try and placate him and Larwen admired that, no matter how foolish it might seem.
But the truth of the matter was simple- No matter what Larwen did, others would still dissaprove. Perhaps it was his fault for declaring his intentions so soon, for he felt younger then, more prone to the whims of his powers. But how could his siblings see? They were blinded by their powers, creating and willing beings into existence that should not be. Larwen was simply trying to fix there mistakes. to give them an existence far beyond what they were originally. His improvements had to happen, there was simply no other way.
After a long while contemplating, Larwen spoke, "The others will not leave me alone, dear sister, dear brother. My very nature is an affront to them all, for they cannot see what I do. They are blind, stumbling about in the world and flooding it with their horrors. Their mistakes, I have to correct them for the universe wills it. I cannot change my nature, this is simply how it has to be. I am sorry." He let his voice drop to silence, for the first time he felt dissapointed in himself and Larwen did not know why. "This gift, I will accept it, but only between the three of us. You have... touched me in a way that I did not know possible. I shall leave your creations alone for now, and I will stop the flow of my influence into your domains if this is what you wish. Perhaps one day you will both see as I do, and then I will rejoice for I will not be alone. Until then dear siblings, I hope future encounters can be as plesant as this one. I must leave now, for I have been gone for too long and the war has only just begun."
Aella looked down at the ground dejectedly when the silence fell upon them, but looked up with wide eyes when he told them that he'd leave their creations alone. They had failed, that much was clear, but found Larwen's soft, mushy side in the process. Still, she had no interest in keeping her creations away from Larwen, so she slowly wrapped her arms around Larwen's waist and hugged him. "There is nothing in this World that would hurt me more than my family keeping away from me, Larwen."
"Even if you can't promise to turn toward a more peaceful path, I want you to know that you and your creations will always be welcome in my domains." She sighed and reluctantly released Larwen from her embrace, "Just... Try not to kill or kidnap too many of the mortals taking shelter under my wing, lovely Brother." She said as she stepped back and clasped her hands once more.
Once again Larwen was taken by suprise. Aella was hugging him, her presence was comforting to him, another feeling he did not know he was capable of. She spoke what she felt, but Larwen could not feel as she did about their siblings. Sometimes it was better to be alone, far less problems occured that way, but he said nothing as she held on to him. He gave her a very awkward pat on the back before she let go, and with it his feeling of comfort vanished. It was almost painful, but her next words gave him great joy, but at the same time, he did not wish to overstep his boundries.
"Beloved sister, this land has what it needs already," Larwen pointed to the tree, "I ask that you house the tree here and that will be it, for our siblings will surely think twice to destroy it in your domain. In return, I ask that you visit Pervanon and give it an equal gift as a sign of peace between us. I also pledge that the mortals in your domain, shall be untouched. However, I can not guarantee the safety of mortals who come to close to Pervanon. I should be leaving now." Larwen said, with a hint of longing as he looked at Aella.
Gremju considered to himself for a moment whether or not he had failed or completed his challenge. On one hand he had made a creation that was at least satisfactory in Larwen's eyes,but on the other the wars would continue to be waged. He decided he'd give himsef a B- for performance. After Larwen's offer not to corrupt his (and Aella's) creation's Gremju responded "Feel free to send your guys through the Plains if need be, I'd prefer you didn't alter anything in there and I'll tell my imps your creations should be fine but if you catch a few imps wandering around your domain feel free to deal with 'em, if they screw up maybe they could do with a change in lifestyle...Hmm that does leave the issue of Makai and his chosen imps though, er if you send any of your creations through keep 'em away from the big central glade because one of Promus' guys are trying to civilise a few of my imps around there. Not that I think it'll amount to much but I'd rather the Plains of Madness didn't turn into a warzone just yet" the challenger giggled to himself as he ended the sentence. Although he would love to see how Larwen's creation would fare against the 'civilised' imps he had his own fun challenge for them when they had advanced enough.
Larwen looked at Gremju, almost forgetting he was there, his words were most intriguing. Espcially about Promus and one of his guys. How many of these beings did Promus create and where did he send them? But it would have to wait, "Fear not Gremju, the war is here in the Anathema's between the Fae of Seihdhara and the ones that I have perfected. Blame Lasis for starting it, for she has built a castle in my domain, harkening to her rebellious nature. I needed troops to fight her own, the Unsullied King thought this was a poor idea, but here we are. Blame me or not, it was inevitable."
Aella pursed her lips and looked up at the peaks around them. "It truly was inevitable..." After a moment, she looked back at Larwen and smiled, "Thank you for coming, Larwen. Do expect me to stop by Pervanon soon, keep the place clean and pretty for my visit!"
Larwen then looked to Gremju, then to Aella and settled on her for a moment. He bowed his head slightly, 'Goodbye." And then disappeared back to Pervanon with more then enough to think about to last several lifetimes.
I am pretty interested, but catching up on 116 posts is a bit daunting
We have a pretty handy "Summary" system, basically every post should be summarized near the bottom or top so that it is easier to catch up in a short amount of time :-)
Level 2 Goddess of Kindness
In our childishness, life was filled with torment. We have to do better.
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Gremju the Challenger
Gremju was once again lounging on the great pile of Grem crystals in the Plains of Madness. His imps had been struggling for several hours now to sort themselves into groups, he had expected them to take less time than this but it was fine, he had all the time in the world. As he watched the imps wander between groups he began to noticed they seemed to be running out of energy. He sat there for several moments inspecting the creatures before it hit him. He hadn't given them any water. In a panic the Challenger carved several small holes into the dirt around the plains and filled them with a murky purple liquid,it was 'normal' water but hey, couldn't just have normal old clear water in his Plains of Madness. After returning to his perch in the Crystal Glade he observed his imps finally drink after about a day or two of existence with nothing. As the imp father began to drift off he heard a voice in his mind "Gremju, do you have a moment to speak? I'd like to ask you something in person.".
The challenger sighed at the summons, this God business didn't give him a break it seemed and with a puff of purple energy the deity transported himsel to the source of the voice. It was far cozier than he had expected.
"Gremju! Welcome to the world's first cozy place," Aella looked at the clearing puff of purple energy and at the form of the brother, "How have you been? I saw your Imps recently, you've been having fun, huh?" She said with a smile.
Gremju grinned as his sibling spoke "Well it's been a busy few weeks but compared to the eternity in emptiness it's been a blast so far. So many things to do, so many ideas, although I admit it's probably best I save a few of 'em for a later date, don't want to cause too much trouble so soon eh?" he replied.
"So, can I ask why ya called me here? I'm trying to sort out my imps so they can start enjoying the world in their own way..although I think they'll survive a few hours alone, well if they can't I'll be pretty dissapointed" he asked Aella.
Aella pursed her lips and looked away. After a moment, she stood up from the dining chair and motioned toward the living room couch, made of fuzzy furs. As she took a seat, she began to speak.
"I'm worried, Gremju. About the future. You're aware of Larwen, right? I'm afraid our brothers and sisters are antagonizing him, making him suffer for no good reason. If this keeps up, how long will it be before we're at each other's throats? How long until I-" She shook her head, "How long until we end up with blood on our hands?" She looked at Gremju with sadness clearly showing through her attempts at a calm expression.
Gremju furrowed his eyebrows as Aella spoke, he approached the couch but simply sat on the floor opposite to his sibling. "In their defence, Larwen does seem to have a habit of turning fairly harmless animals into killing machines. Eh, if that's his thing that's his thing I guess. I think it's probably a good idea to stop everyone killing each other so soon either way though,I can't make my challenges if everyone has already killed each other." Gremju muddled his way through the sentence, seemingly reasoning to himself as he spoke, shrugging and then nodding as though to confirm that was his opinion on the matter.
The moment Gremju sat on the floor, Aella followed and sat on the floor in front of him, nodding in agreement to his words. "Yes, that's what I think. We all need each other, we give each other purpose! So it saddens me that everyone's so ready to strike each other down..." She said before stretching her wings and arms.
"But!" She smiled and grabbed Gremju's hands, "I have an idea! What if we prepare a gift - a peace offering for Larwen? Maybe that way he won't feel as compelled to take over Galbar for himself! I need your help to make that gift, though. I'm not very creative..."
Gremju scratched his head "Hmm, a gift for the guy who wants to perfect everything and sees everything we make as imperfect....now that...is....a challenge. Where to start eh? Well I think we should start by having a look at his own style of creation, considering Larwen thinks what he makes is 'perfect' we should make something in his own style. Sound good?"
"Sounds good!" Aella grinned and hugged Gremju, "Thank you, this means a lot to me, Gremju! I wasn't sure if you'd agree to help me, I'm glad I was wrong."
Eh, don't mention it. I guess ya just caught me in the right mood, one of Promus' spawn are working with some of my imps to try and civilise some of 'em. I'd rather not stick around, sounds pretty dull work and I'd rather be doing somthing more interesting. Like this." after speaking the challenger disappeared into a puff of purple vapour and reappeared a few steps away.
Gremju then gestured for the door "Perhaps we should start looking? I think some of the big fish by the beach had been affected by him, maybe that would be a good place to start."
"Good idea. Off to the beach, then. I'm sure it won't take us too long to figure out his style." She nodded, stood up from her sitting spot and walked out the door.
The large sea creature lunged forward in a burst of speed, its maw catching no less than a dozen members of the school of fish it charged at. It chewed, but everytime it closed its mouth, it writhed in pain.
"I think its mouth is hurt..." Aella said to Gremju before swimming closer to the creature, invisible to it. As it chewed, Aella saw the problem. A huge, sharp bone was lodged in its lower gums, and every time it closed its mouth, that bone was driven deeper and harder against its jaw, like a gruesome version of a chisel.
Aella winced looking at the scene and waved her hand at the beast, which froze in place. Carefully, she stuck her hand in its thousand-fanged mouth, yanked out the offending bone and healed the remaining wound all at the same time.
Gremju hovered over the water as Aella approached the creature, at a glance he simply said "Well, he likes red,spikey aggresive things apparently"
As the Challenger spent several moments examining the creature and taking into account his knowledge of Larwen's love for corruption, an idea began to take shape in his mind. "So uh, what if we made a creature that spread corruption through non-violent means? A thing that could entice mortals of their own free will to accept the corruption. It wouldn't be ideal but it'd atleast keep the peace for a time longer if Larwen used such a creature to spread his corruption that way AND it would show him some of us are more accepting of his weird habits than others." the Challenger suggested
Aella pursed her lips and floated over to Gremju's side, flapping her wings normally, as if she wasn't deep underwater. "That's... Actually much better than I thought we'd be able to come up with, heh." She said and smiled, "What if we mix a copy of Ipeyr's man with a copy of Larwen's newest favorite creation, then make the result into some sort of... Emissary? Prophet?"
Gremju shook his head at the suggestion "At best that would make our gift an ugly duckling, if we make him something it needs to be under his corruption. We'd have to corrupt one of Ipeyrs creations directly or our dear brother would probably see the gift as a half breed and not perfect. Meaning he's prrroobably just destroy it."
"True. What about corrupting a tree and make it bear really attractive fruit that once eaten, begins a process of corruption in the body of whoever ate it?" She tilted her head back in thought.
"Hmmm that could work" Gremju nodded at that idea. "Why not a talking tree though to entice mortals in of their own free will?"
"A talking tree, huh? Truth be told, I'm not too keen on the idea of a tree shouting in a forest. Maybe we should make it so it's only able to speak to people that are close enough and looking at it, to avoid it becoming an annoyance over the years."
The imp father sighed at the amendment to this suggestion "Yeah I guess this ain't my creation, some kind of psychic communication probably works best" Gremju begrudgingly admitted.
Aella put her hand on Gremju's shoulder and looked at Gremju's eyes, "Brother, please remember that this isn't a creation for us, it's for Larwen." She nodded and looked at the beast, waved her hand once more and let it swim off into the ocean. "Shall we go to a forest and begin our work?"
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