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Divinus Mk.8: The Eleventh Cycle

Casual, Advanced, Large Group, Fantasy, Romance, Sandbox, Interaction-heavy




The Old World is gone.

It doesn’t matter how or why it happened. All that matters is that you now find yourself floating in an endless, lightless, airless void after being summoned forth from non-existence by a whisper.

In front of you is a scroll on which you must write in order for a new Universe to come into being. An Universe which will belong to you and your siblings alone, and one upon which you feel the irresistible impulse to leave your mark upon.

What you do with it is up to you – Will you be a cruel conqueror? A healer of souls? An eldritch monstrosity? There are endless possibilities, but only one thing is for certain… This new world is yours.




Welcome everyone to the latest entry to the long-standing Divinus series of fully sandbox God Roleplays! First, I’d like to thank you for your interest in the game and for your time and dedication should you decide to join us. My aim with this new iteration is to help players build a world and environment where they can have fun and tell the kinds of stories they want to tell. You’re encouraged to write what you want to write, provided it follows the rules of the Guild and this game!



Game Mechanics
























Some Rather Important Rules
Tʜᴇ Gᴏʟᴅᴇɴ Rᴜʟᴇ: Tʜᴏᴜ Sʜᴀʟᴛ Nᴏᴛ Gᴏᴅᴍᴏᴅ
It's funny 'cause you're a god and all! Some people think that this means normal RPing rules don't apply, but they do. You cannot take control of another player's god, that's basic.

However, there is more space for battling for control when it comes to creations, and it can make for some very interesting play - imagine creating a hero who is then influenced by another god and doing some of their bidding before returning to your true path after you guide them once more etc.

Tʜᴇ Fᴀɪʀ-Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ Rᴜʟᴇ: Tʜᴏᴜ Sʜᴀʟᴛ Gɪᴠᴇ Fᴀɪʀ Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ Bᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ Iɴꜰʟᴜᴇɴᴄɪɴɢ Aɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's Cʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
It's all good being able to influence another god's creation, but before doing any such thing, you must tell the other player that you will be influencing said character, either in OOC, PM, or on Discord. They MUST agree before you post in the IC influencing their creation. If you believe another player is being unreasonable and you should be able to influence a certain character or civilization, then bring the matter to myself.

Tʜᴇ Gᴏᴏᴅ Sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀɪᴛᴀɴ Rᴜʟᴇ: Tʜᴏᴜ Sʜᴀʟᴛ Sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀɪsᴇ Yᴏᴜʀ Pᴏsᴛs
Sometimes you read a post the writer finds fascinating, and which many others may also find fascinating too. However, others may well find it dull as dishwater. As a Good Summaritan, you should give a comprehensive and short summary of any posts at the bottom of your post, in a hider labelled 'Summary'. These summaries should ideally very clearly state what happened in the post, what you’ve created, and how much Might you’ve spent and have remaining.

We're all here to have fun, these are the three most important rules to Divinus. I do not write any more because RPGuild rules are generally the same, so use your common sense and come to the GM if there are any issues.

















Now, with all of that stuff out of the way, please let me know if anyone's interested in participating in the game! The information above may seem overwhelming, but keep in mind that it's a ruleset that has been developed through nearly a decade of constant iterations. You're not expected to understand everything from the get go, and questions are always welcome! I'm usually quick to reach through this RP's Discord server (server here), but will do what I can to reply to questions here as well.
Still a work in progress. But iz a good thing that no one else made a nuclear mage yet huhuhu.



Yooo this man's eyebrows are INSANE. Also I'm a big fan of the gift, I feel like he would be extremely sought after by all the militaries and large scale organizations in the world.

Lisa Goldheart




Day 1 Time: Night Weather: DrizzleLocation: One of several balconies, hiding from the main event. Participants: Lisa Goldheart @Frettzo & Manny Ryi @Ebil Bunny




I


Lisa’s scowl vanished as soon as she heard those familiar footsteps far below the balcony, and she grinned when she saw a young girl no older than 13 float up into view. She took quick note of the butterfly mark and opened her arms just in time for the girl to practically lunge at her. One second, Lisa had been lonely and stewing in her annoyance and the next, she felt like her chest was full of fluff as a pair of arms wrapped around her neck. She returned the young girl’s embrace, partly because she wanted to make sure she didn’t suddenly drop and hurt herself, but also because the girl, named Manny, just plainly deserved the affection. Still, a few seconds later and Manny clearly had let go of her, so she did the same.

”You know the answer to that first question Manny, too many losers around to really enjoy myself. As for the second one-” Lisa’s knuckles tapped against the wooden, featureless mask she had left on the railings of the balcony, ”It’s here. Had to take it off to breathe in the fresh air. Anyway… I gotta say Manny, you’re looking adorable. Make sure you have enough fun for the two of us, yeah? Dance like there’s no tomorrow, sis-”

The melody faded in. Lisa struggled to keep her goosebumps and breathing under control.

She’d only heard that melody, the real melody, once before in her life from a recording kept in the Goldheart family vault.

Even if she hadn’t been attending the DANS class for the last few months, she would’ve recognised it.

The Hunting Melody of the Ni-Seraphi.

The air seemed to still. The rain felt like oil. The temperature dropped. In Lisa’s eyes, everything suddenly seemed to lose colour and the world slowed down.

In the distance, she saw a storm brewing. It wasn’t a natural one.

This time it was Lisa that rushed to embrace Manny, to make sure she wouldn’t panic and run away.

By the time Professor Grune’s voice rang out through the Academy Lisa had already snatched Manny, and by the time the explosion’s shockwave reached the ballroom, Lisa had already jumped from the balcony and was mid-air. The turbulence disabled her flight and so instead of landing gracefully she found herself headed straight into an old Oak, where both Manny and her crashed and tumbled until they found their way down to the muddy ground, their dresses much worse for wear than before but their bodies mostly unharmed.

After getting herself and Manny on their feet, Lisa grabbed the young girl by the shoulders and looked her dead in the eye with an intensity that she’d never shown before.

”Lil’ sis, I’m taking you to Anastasia. I’m sure that even now, she’s rallying everyone and healing the injured inside of the ballroom. As for me, after I drop you off with the Illuminaires… A few of the students weren’t at the Masquerade, and someone’s going to have to find and rescue them. Y’get me, right? It’s one of the few Goldheart duties that I have no issues with. So let’s go, now.”

Lisa Goldheart




Day 1 Time: Dusk/Evening Weather: Light Rain Location: Lisa’s Bedroom, entrance to Eusebia Commons, then Main Ballroom Participants: Lisa Goldheart @Frettzo




I


Lisa furrowed her brow. She was having trouble breathing, and it felt like a mountain itself had landed on her shoulders. It wasn’t a physical effort that she was exerting at the moment, no – It was a mental one. She huffed and wiped a few beads of sweat from her temples. For heavens’ sake, she thought, why did her parents have to make it so difficult for her to choose what to wear? Was this yet another test of her nobility? A way to see if she’d ‘learned’ her place as a noblewoman yet? She nearly gagged at the thought, and instead settled for making a face in the mirror and running her hands through her wavy black hair.

With a sigh, Lisa turned towards the several outfits laid out on her bed and gently ran her hands over the only one her parents would realistically approve of while still managing to be airy enough to not die of heatstroke, a simple yet elegant gown made out of a custom blend of cotton, linen and silk… Overall, a safe choice in terms of material and style, although she’d have to rely on the materials and haute couture to show how expensive the dress actually was to fellow nobles.

Nearly half an hour later Lisa stood in front of her full body mirror and nodded in satisfaction. Skirts really weren’t her style, but if she did not wear a proper gown to the Academy Ball she would hear about it for years on end from her parents and older brothers.

II


“W-Who are you and what have you done with Liz?!”

Lisa rolled her eyes and lightly slapped Li on the arm. He winced and rubbed the spot, “Was a joke, a joke!”

Lisa looked away and rubbed her neck awkwardly, “Y’say the same thing before every Ball. I know I look ridiculous but-”

“Wrong! You look amazing, Lisa. Different than usual, but amazing nonetheless.” Li declared and after taking in Lisa’s growing blush and scowl with a smirk, bowed slightly and motioned to the path towards the Ballroom. “So, shall we go now, my definitely-not-pretend-beautiful-sexy-girlfriend?”

“Y-Yeah.” Lisa pinched herself and took a deep breath. “Let’s go, Li. Try and keep the randos off of me this time, please?”

“Oh you know me, if I see a pretty girl inviting me over with her eyes, I can’t stop myself from sharing my attention with her!” Li chuckled and started walking down the hallways towards the Ballroom, with Lisa hooking her arm around his. “Or are you saying you want me to look at you and only you, Liz?”

“U-Uh… No?” Lisa’s voice cracked and there was a short silence, until they both chuckled.

III


As soon as the pair arrived at the Ballroom, Lisa went straight for the table where the food was laid out and made herself a plate. She was hungry after all, and dancing with an empty stomach while dressed and made up like a clown would probably be worse than getting stabbed. So, as she bit into a piece of bread with cream cheese and salmon on top, she turned around and saw that Li had disappeared into the crowd, likely to chase some random girl.

Lisa swallowed, grunted and set down her plate, her hunger gone and replaced by a complex mix of emotions deep in her stomach that she had no time or desire to unravel.

“That idiot…” She muttered and crossed her arms, her musculature barely noticeable under her dress.. As if on cue, a second year walked up to her.

“I’m really thirsty, can you help me out? I think you have a six-pac-”

“No.” Lisa growled at the guy, who immediately ran away and back to his little gang of dorky friends. “Here we go…” She sighed as she saw yet another member of that group approach her. Situations like that were why she never wore makeup or fancy clothes if she could help it.
If there was a tournament I genuinely don't know what Lhoren's offensive options would be against anyone lol


She would read Lisa's thoughts and convince her she did, in fact, feel too hungry to be bothered to continue participating in the tournament
Something a little more concise and with links to actual character sheets now. I'll be putting this in at the bottom of Corrine's CS. It's meant to be more in character than the last chart, so a little less memeing about with it lol.



Good to hear Corrine and Lisa avoid bruising each other's faces whenever they spar! Can't imagine being hit on the face with metal knuckles would be good for an up and coming Noble's reputation lmao
Lisa Goldheart

Her strong stature is only the first thing you notice; but this Noblesse 4th year from the House of Eusebia has little to fear, and she's got the supernatural constitution and strength to show you why.



Wow this thread is lively. Apologies for the wait, I hit a busy patch, but kitty girl is here! @Aeolian



Aah, a fellow explorer! Lisa and the Cat definitely know each other.
In Godspeed! 3 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Night dripped with quiet contentment across the vast dune sea. Scattered remnants of triumphs and tragedies littered the sands like bespeckled jewels as he skirted past. Whilst lining the heavens, a fiery ascent showed bright orange within the unwavering stars, the silent watchers. His adopted sanctuary. Up and up it went and to where none could say for sure. It was perhaps the final stairway to paradise, taking the chosen to a better place. A place not even he could fully perceive. Had that been how Seihdhara had been viewed?

Now the way was faded, giving in to the immeasurable dark, just as that fiery goddess had left the world colder. Now none could now leave such as she. The only respite any had who dared look up, was that the night was cool and it would be the only comfort for those left behind in that desert. For with the sun would come the oppressive heat. The life sapper, the energy drainer. For such had been life in those sands since their conception, he knew. Save the blessed gift she had given to parched throats. Sweet water from natural springs, the lifeblood of all in their oasis respites. Now nearly spent.

No wonder she sent them away.

He had long questioned his perception of reality. Lost among the stars. Even time had been a mere memory for him. He had forgotten how it had worked. Now, as he walked upon the sands fscing the rising sun, feeling every grain amidst his toes, it dawned upon him that time had passed. A great deal of it. Not everything was the same, nor had everything changed in his absence. His long absence. Even in that moment under the stars, guilt wracked him. Every fiber of his being felt it. Coming back had let it all flood back in, as if it had ever really left. It was now more apparent than ever before, his great failing. The scar that would never heal. But that was known. For now he could set things right. As he should have from the very beginning.

And he would start by mending a rift with the one who he had at last answered. The one he cradled in his arms even as he walked. The one who he had never stopped thinking about. The one whose kindness had seen past the monster, into the very heart of a twisted thing. And she had seen something. The smallest inkling capable of greatest change. He could not hold back a small smile. How foolish this Goddess had been. She had, of course, been right.

“Aella.” he murmured, listening to her soft breathing. A weakness gripped her still, one that worried him. Morning light caressed her features and with it his perception anchored and the very land changed before them. A salty breeze hit him and his feet felt a wetter sand. Not as fine as the desert but equally longing. A seabird cried amidst the gentle lapping of the waves. As infinite as sand the ocean stared back at him, deep as it was blue.

The light here was brighter, reflecting from the water. It dazzled Aella’s features and he wanted to speak her name again, to wake her. But he did not. Whether out of fear or apprehension… He shook his head. He would wait for her to wake, to look into the very depths of her soul and utter the words he had long known to be the only thing he could say to her. If it took until the very world would crack and turn to dust he would still wait. It was only right, there upon the beach of their arrival, so very long ago.




The sun had risen well above the horizon by the time Aella stirred. She twitched two times, until she finally brought her hands to her temple and rubbed her head, brow furrowed.

It took her but a moment to realize that she was being carried, and with that realization came a jolt and a gasp so sudden that she was almost dropped. Her wings outstretched nearly completely, one of them going far out and the other finding itself half buried in the sand beneath her, feathers disheveled like never before.

“What-” Aella sneezed and coughed in surprise, her usual glow slowly returning as her eyes fluttered open and stared at the one carrying her. “You’re- No, it can’t be…” She rubbed her eyes once more and sighed. How far had she fallen, that she’d started seeing apparitions? Or maybe… ”Did the Many Masked God send you? If he did, then taking on this visage is… Distasteful. He’s been dead for hundreds of years.” Had her senses been working properly then, she wouldn’t have said such things. But as things stood, she counted herself lucky to even be able to maintain her current body alive after her latest display of power.

The man holding her said nothing but stared into her eyes, faintest hints of pupils within his gleaming white eyes. His ashen face was smooth and clean, just starting to show signs of age and it seemed so familiar. There was a hint of a soft smile upon his lips, one of relief or of etched weariness. The ocean breeze ruffled his short black hair and she became aware of his white tunic, the same color as his eyes. He still said nothing and it was as if he was searching for something with his intense gaze.

The longer they stared at each other, the more that Aella relaxed. First, her expression, then her body, until finally she let out a breath she wasn’t aware she’d been holding and gently disengaged herself from the man’s arms, wobbly legs barely managing to hold her upwards. He made no move to keep her held but he seemed to slightly shiver once she looked again. ”... You look different than I remember. Can’t be one of them... It’s really you? I thought you…” Aella trailed off. What was she supposed to say? What if this person actually wasn’t the one she wanted them to be? What if he wasn’t Larwen? In this age, she couldn’t afford to make herself look like any more of a fool. ”... I thought you died on that altar. Two hundred and thirty seven years, four months, and fifteen days ago. Like me.”

He didn’t seem to be about to say anything, so Aella took the moment to look around and recognized the place. She hadn’t been there for a long time. ”This place… The memories… None of the New Gods know of it. It’s really you, isn’t it? Larwen.” Aella said quietly and looked away. She didn’t want him to see her in such a weak and pathetic state, nor did she want him to see her teary eyes or hear her thumping heart. Her hair fell over her face to act as a curtain. Goodness, she thought, when had she become so full of shame? She gave her wings a small flap and covered her face with her hands.

She’d dreamed of it for so long, of meeting Larwen once more and being able to go back to that hidden grove, resting in the shade of their creation’s canopy. She’d dreamed of it as a regal, magnificent encounter, where she was dressed in her best attire, her glow at its apex, and her grace intact. Instead, there she was… crying quietly to herself with her face hidden and shoulders slumped forward, dressed in a burned out life-regulating jumpsuit and with dried blood smeared all over her face.

His fingers weaved through her hair and a warm hand planted itself upon her left cheek. His thumb wiped away one of her tears and he at last spoke, his voice like a page out of a very fond book. “I have seen so many things amongst the stars and yet, that which found me so long ago, has never had any comparison in my heart.” he breathed, “Aella… ” A finger moved part of the hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear which prompted her to lower her hands and look up at him, fresh tears still flowing. “Oh Aella.” he whispered and pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms tight around her. “I am so sorry.”

Aella didn’t return the embrace with her arms, but with her wings. For the first time in ages, she felt like she was safe. ”No Larwen, I am sorry. When you left, I made myself the promise that I’d build a peaceful world to meet you upon your return, but instead… Well, things did not go to plan. So instead of coming back to a big welcome party, you find me slumped over on the verge of a mortal’s death in the middle of a desert of my own making, wearing a ruined artifact created by my children, and inhabiting a body that can only handle a shadow of my former power.”

“I… The Aella you knew, Larwen, was an idealist. She died hundreds of years ago, alone, on an altar in the middle of nowhere, and now this world’s stuck with me, a Goddess of Light who can only save people from behind the cover of shadows. I’m… Not worthy of you and neither is this war-torn world. You shouldn’t have come back. I’m sorry.” Aella confessed and with that weight taken off her shoulders, she felt a surge of strength inside her heart, allowing her to rest her hands and head against Larwen’s chest.

“And yet,” he said softly, “You still save them. Despite it all.” He squeezed a little tighter, as if he was afraid she might disappear. “Aella,” he whispered, “You are worth more to me than all of the grains of sand upon this world and all of the oceans of stars outside it. You will never be alone again. I am here now and I shall not leave you. I promise." He ran a hand through the back of her hair, rubbing with tenderness. "The only thing I ever expected of you upon my return, was that you would be here. A selfish request on my part but one I am most thankful for." He paused and then said, "When I heard your voice again I thought myself dreaming upon an invisible current. I had no true purpose but reflection and long did I reflect in the void. You have anchored me back, Aella. Thank you."

Aella pulled away, sniffled, and gave Larwen a half-smile. ”I waited so long to hear that.” Then, Aella looked out at the beach, the waves, the rays of orange-yellow light reflecting off the surface of the ocean… And closed her eyes and took a deep breath, only opening them after exhaling a few seconds later. Not everything was tainted by war here, and if places like these could exist after hundreds of years of being on the backfoot then perhaps she had not completely failed to preserve the peace and beauty of this new world. ”It makes me happy to hear your voice say those words, Larwen. They bring life to a dying heart.”

With one last look at the peacefulness of the beach, she turned back to Larwen with a renewed soft glow about her form. ”There is much work to be done, Larwen. Your children have been alone and rotting for centuries and need your presence to guide them to a fruitful future, and after that, the realms will be in need of a new Guardian. Are you ready to engage with this world once more, beloved brother?” Aella asked as she walked a few steps to the edge of the water and knelt down to wash her face.

“I always told myself I would be prepared. I believe those words still but,” He hesitated, looking to the sand, “Now I am not so certain. It is one thing to think about doing the right thing, to tell yourself that much when you are so removed from the problem. But now? Being here and feeling the earth, tasting the wind, all its pains and agonies… How does one- How do I lead a people that I once twisted and misguided and used with all cruel intentions, to a brighter future? I abandoned them Aella, just as I abandoned this world.” he looked at her with a pained expression, “I placed so much burden upon you and I’m afraid I’ll need to do it again, just for a little while longer. Where do we even begin?” he seemed to ask himself, looking back down, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

”I know where you must begin, and that is with the people you have abandoned. I don’t know how to begin however, only that you must be open and honest. In their eyes there will likely be nothing you can say or do to make up for what you’ve done but redemption is not what we seek, we just want to set things right.” Aella said, and after a moment continued, ”I may be able to help you smooth things over, but I’d like you to be there to tend my wounds and prevent my death if they become violent, as I am not as powerful as I once was.”

He looked at her, and seemed to notice for the first time what her words said. With another sorrowful look he said, "Perhaps before any of that, it would be better if you and I had a long talk. I would like to know what has occurred as I've been away. I need to know, Aella." He finished with soft spoken words.

Aella sighed, ”With my children gone, I have a surplus of time if nothing else. Come.” She grabbed Larwen by the hand and led him to a dryer part of the beach to sit at. After they got settled and had sorted out a campfire, which Aella needed in order to keep herself warm after slipping out of her damaged jumpsuit, she started to recount all the things that had happened to her after Larwen left all those years ago. ”So… After you left and I collapsed our grove, I met with...”
<Snipped quote by Frettzo>

I was avoiding commenting on Tae’s Illuminaire status until I got accepted, but it looks like Tae didn’t make it. :(


Sadness :c Well if it serves as any consolation, Lisa would still try to force Tae to invite her to whatever event their family hosts be they Illuminaire or not. Free food is great food.
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