@Lmpkio Well I can see him being close friends with Ros and therefore allies with Dra. He’d probably just ignore Kai to be honest maybe threaten with a chill.
What do you say we go dragon hunting to make an ice dragon?
Can I just say that I’m enjoying this so much already that I’ve been refreshing this page at least once every half hour all day! You are awesome people!
A pale finger ran down the clean-cut jawline of the handsome face, moisture forming at the very touch. The hand drew back with a sigh that distorted the last gasp of condensation from the full lips that had been worshipped for days. The god of winter stepped back from the figure of Cal, his most recent lover, the hurt and bitterness swirling in his dark grey eyes calming quickly into a pale blue of regret and remorse. Another one. Another mortal enchanted by his looks and mystery. Another period of time where he thought he felt love. Another burst of fury when the passion was revealed as merely carnal as his lover tried to leave. Another handsome ice statue to bedeck a forgotten wing of his sprawling palace.
Sveiand turned away from the former mortal in a swirl of furs. Moments later he was flopping down onto his bed of ice, sinking into the multitude of thick furs. He closed his eyes and his lips tightened as a single tear formed, crystallised and fell. A deep inhalation of the frigid glacial air and he knew this disappointment would be his last. The amount of time they we were willing stay was growing shorter and the most recent men had the gall to ask him for fire! Fire! Maybe he should just resign himself to eternal solitude like his wretched sister. Or better still, join her. At least the cold and the dark complement one another. He rolled to submerge his face amongst the luscious pelts.
Times were changing and if things were heating up, literally, he couldn’t sit ideally by waiting for the next sacrificial kayak to arrive with another temporary companion. The feeling of uncertainty grew in the pit of his stomach – a previously unfelt emotion. He’d been comfortable in his frigid fortress with his power stretching far over the north of the world. He was feared by all the inhabitants in the region touched by his chill and prayers for his benevolence were never quiet. Whilst the few tribes living in the Northern Crown do the opposite and send him sacrificial ‘companions’ to ensure a thick sea ice for hunting both seals and whales. Maybe a god could become complacent…
Then he felt it. The heat. Ragnagedon. In a flurry of snowflakes, the cold of winter erupted from his villa. Shards of ice the size of spires flew from his explosion and icebergs carved of the edge of Niflheim, sending small tsunamis toward the nearby shore. Once air borne he was quickly transformed into Renvontulet and spiralled across the heavens. A momentary flare of exhilaration was soon extinguished at the sight he beheld. The number of fires lighting up the land below was a shocking sight. He tumbled and weaved in the stars, glimmering red, knowing how the tribal shamen below would perceive the ominous shades. He stretched his consciousness across the Northern Crown noting the intensity of artificially conjured flames around White Dawn. “That bleached bag of bones”. The radiant one had befriended him and gladly received assistance for the infamous The Wall of Hlakth. And now he’d given his people the knowledge to oppose the cold. He understood the practicalities of survival but had no idea of the growth and spread of this burning blight.
He flung himself over the Crown and surged toward Osarion, his multicoloured flares parting around the spires. However, the bright lights over the southern peaks caused him to falter. So it was true. His brother had awoken. He thought about possible allies in the inevitable struggle with his opposite. Darkness and rain would subdue the fire and so Oao and Drakairos would have to be sent a message. But Azhriel would want to know first. He knew that frostbite and hypothermia sent his own fair share of souls into his care but they had fair warning and were only ill prepared. He did not have the sheer thirst for destruction that he knew raged within his twin.
As he span to surge East to the Pit of Ahael he noticed the large flying specks silhouetted against the reddening sky. “They are born”. That decided it then. He also needed to take his place in the world.
@A Lowly Wretch Do gods actually hear or sense prayers? I was wondering in case Hayim would react in any way to what happened to one of his tribe of worshipers.
I was going to ask a similar question. What level of omniscience do the gods have?
Lastly I think having the ice head govern all aspects of winter might be of issue since Sveiand holds total regency over the cold. While things such blizzards and snow storms as a lesser domain are quite acceptable I think Sveiand would probably still hold final say on matters of all things cold.
@Lmpkio I don't want to sound like a douche but I think I'm going to have to agree with @A Lowly Wretch and ask you to re-think that part of your CS. I love the whole concept I really do and so I'm sorry that I've already claimed the aspect of 'cold'. Blizzards and snow storms I can be cool with you using but Ros "managing all aspects of the winter season as well as managing the ice and snow levels across the realm" is basically my character.
I'm happy to hash out some more ideas if you want to message me.
Appearance: He has many forms for many an occasion - as any respectable deity should in his opinion. These will change as his portfolio expands and the RP progresses. Appearance before other deities and humanoids for civilized purposes:
When communicating with believers to show approval or convey a message:
When needs must:
Realm:
Niflheim (Home of Mist)
Niflheim has not yet been visited by mortals due to its remote location in formidable surroundings. Not only is it located in the inaccessible Crown of the World, it is at sea. A vast island completely coated in the world's largest ice cap. Calving monstrous ice bergs and sculpted by biting winds, Sveiand’s realm is as beautiful as it is deadly. Ferocious blizzards and blankets of snow in ever changing drifts make navigation impossible. This protects the solitude and purity of the very concept of cold himself, in a sprawling villa complex of ice, Lumitalo, the jewel being Gestrisni Höll.
Interior
Biography: A fractal form crystalled around a Divine Cord in the north of the world to create one of the first, the gold of cold. Yet he is a god who seeks to find his own happiness. He knows this may be a challenge given possible pre-conceptions of his domain but he is determined to make a name for himself whether this be for better or worse. He may come across as harsh and cold (pun intended) but he is just brutally honest and will say it how it is. He's more than happy to work with other deities but will always be looking out for number one. Cold and closed he is seen by many as a harbinger of death, yet he yearns for companionship that few can provide in his realm of ice and snow and therefore lures many a male companion in the long winter months with the promise of shelter from the very situation he has caused. The designer of snowflakes, Svei dislikes disorder and chaos, preferring order and calm in the home that he can one day provide joy where he currently causes suffering. Given his treatment he is quite vengeful and shallow his attitude can turn quickly like a winter storm. But could he actually be the father of a great people thriving in cold climes? Worshipped for cleansing disease and pests? Revered for In time the Herald of Spring? Scorcher of soils? Reaper of the Harvest? Only history yet to be written can tell...
Notes:
Misc
"Put that on my Tabula"
Those of The World.
Oao - "My shy sister", he sighs, "My neighbour in the Crown and probably at one time my only true friend. It has been too long."
Ferron - "Someone else who appreciates something with a cool touch. I must ask him for some large bear-suited armour sometime. You know, just in case. But that forge is far too hot."
Ragnagedon - Glares. "My antithesis, my rival and counter. My balance, my parallel and brother. I'm just glad he's back in the fire pit where he should stay."
Drakairós - "Can you imagine the migraine? Poor Rós. I love him dearly and I'm glad the matrimony of our powers created some beautiful offspring but that hot head... Get rid!"
Hyperion - "Poor Oao. Then again I have no quarrel with his agenda of holy peace and order. His light does not necessarily warm and marries well with the purity of cold."
Nerplaguis - "Honestly? I'm not sure how I feel. Surprisingly, in all our time, we've never actually met. But the humans speak with contrasting tales, my cold both hastening death but also preventing infection."
Van Kurr - "I find us quite similar. We continue to work in harmony on many natural cycles millennia since our last meeting."
Apolios - "Unlike his brother this one brings warmth. I'm only glad I have little to do with him and can just hold him off until winter."
Those of Man.
Iva'Krorh - "I help them create that exquisite realm and how am I repaid...?" His lips purse. "Seemingly endless 'cold' jibes." Yet his shoulders relax. "Yet I can't help but admire their ingenuity and envy their puppetry of the world through that twisted mind of theirs."
Dirka - "Such power. Yet seemingly at the cost of sanity. Yes she likes the cold but I've given up trying to work her out..."
Sommler - "I often see his long shadow in my unreachable realm."
Iarus - "I admit to turning to his arts for my own pleasure. But trust him, I do not. Who'd want to live somewhere that humid?"
Azhriel - "My ally in my endless struggle with my hot-headed brother. I repay him with early snow and harsh frosts."
Dao Rugadh - "He is not the only one to remember his dark deeds." His snow white cheeks colour slightly, "But he is... handsome."
Gammaton - "Whilst his aesthetic isn't exactly to my taste I support his agenda and look forward to his discussing his proposals moving forward."
Those Who Came After.
Hayim - "I regret that I must cause him harm as he ensures many northern clans survive. But hope to teach him that my cold is necessary for the balance of all."
Anu'Varr - "She sees my self-deception and I see that she does the same. I find her vengence understandable yet misdirected. I fear we would actually get along yet we struggle to see eye to eye due to her (unwarranted) venomous opinion of myself and her... well... methods."
Naswaru - "Another who appreciated solitude. I am so glad for his most recent gift. Remind me to ask him for a leviathan."
Baina Ez Voioz - "I avoid it. End of."
Ral - "Who?"
Quill - "Who?"
Created by the Nilfheim Drakes and Ros, these dragons are the Verzakian Dragons' antitheses. Identical in all but colour and fire-breathing ability, these dragons are under complete control of their parent Drakairos but subservient to their parent drakes and grandfather(?) Sveiand.
The truest of the ice dragons. Created by Sveiand replacing the essence of Ragnagedon’s Verzakian Dragons. Blue and crystalline in appearance they vary slightly in appearance, dependent on where they choose to patrol. guard the domain of the Winter God. Varying in physical by forcefully mutating a human. Like their original forms, they are clawed with a mouth brimming with lines of razor-sharp teeth within.
Apart from their flight and immense physical strength their most powerful ability is that to bring the winter. They have the ability to breathe the very essence of winter, as cold, wind or ice. Their relationship to the ice dragons bonded to Drakairos is comparable to that between the Arch-dragons of Verzak and their Verzakian cousins. They are vastly more intelligent, can communicate telepathically with one another and even talk. They cannot reproduce but, unless killed, will live as long as Sveiand maintains them with his essence.
Appearance: He has many forms for many an occasion - as any respectable deity should in his opinion. These will change as his portfolio expands and the RP progresses. Appearance before other deities and humanoids for civilized purposes:
When travelling in the wilderness:
When communicating with believers to show approval or convey a message:
Realm:
Niflheim, Home of Mist
Niflheim has not yet been visited by mortals due to its remote location in formidable surroundings. Not only is it located in the inaccessible Crown of the World, it is at sea. A vast floating ice cap, calving monstrous ice bergs and sculpted by biting winds Sveiand’s realm is as beautiful as it is deadly. Ferocious blizzards and blankets of snow in ever changing drifts make navigation impossible. This protects the solitude and purity of the very concept of cold himself, in a sprawling villa complex of ice.
Biography: A fractal form crystalled around a Divine Cord in the north of the world to create one of the first ever Sveiand is a god who seeks to find his own happiness. He knows this may be a challenge given possible pre-conceptions of his domain but he is determined to make a name for himself whether this be for better or worse. He may come across as harsh and cold (pun intended) but he is just brutally honest and will say it how it is. He's more than happy to work with other deities but will always be looking out for number one. Cold and closed he is seen by many as a harbinger of death, yet he yearns for companionship that few can provide in his realm of ice and snow and therefore lures many a male companion in the long winter months with the promise of shelter from the very situation he has caused. The designer of snowflakes, Svei dislikes disorder and chaos, preferring order and calm in the home that he can one day provide joy where he currently causes suffering. Given his treatment he is quite vengeful and shallow his attitude can turn quickly like a winter storm. But could he actually be the father of a great people thriving in cold climes? Worshipped for cleansing disease and pests? Revered for In time the Herald of Spring? Scorcher of soils? Reaper of the Harvest? Only history yet to be written can tell...