Kalleth

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Excellent pick Termite, I'll add it to the Official Virgule Mixtape which is coming out this Autumn, and you can find and preorder at the following;

isleofsurmrecords.su

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What REALLY Happened To Yuu When Mater Lei Took Off Her Glove

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Does anyone have any idea how to add which part you are on the map? I need help

@Scarescrow

Use a Paint program, like MS paint if you're on Windows, or an online alternative if you're a Mac fag (like me). Then make some unobtrusive (as in we can still see the geographical features underneath, so either transparent or thin lines) markings to designate your land claim. Then you save the picture out of the program you used to edit it, and repost it here in OOC under "land grab" or something to that effect.

Does that all make sense?

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@Amethyst Me pls. Do your scribbling on the latest map so we have all the doodles in the one place. Just open it up in MS paint and give us a location / shape, go nuts

Just the islands ~Hawaii size for now and you're good.

@Antarctic Termite

Ahem. *points to last post*

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@Antarctic Termite Fixed the progression thing I think. Made it less confusing?

Also

Landgrab

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Death's Frontman AKA The One-Man Clean-Up Crew
Level 1 God of Death (The Mortal Coil)

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The Beginnings of Godhood

To Mater Lei, Césure nodded in thanks, offering a warm smile of the kind he found only proper to give to one appreciative of fine clothing. His mind, godly as it now had grown, began to acclimate him to the notion of simply knowing things. It wasn't omniscience per se, but it was near enough as to be almost indistinguishable. Practically speaking, he understood and grew passingly familiar with the kinds of godly brethren and sistren he would be sharing this world with. Gods of life, and kindness, and light, spurring forth civilization. Gods of rot, and madness, and corruption, tearing things down into more baser flavours of existence. And yet more gods, those of Kap Gam and Mater Lei's ilk, who seemed to favour neither side whilst holding their own goals close to their chests.

Whatever the case may have been, many of the gods were now going about their own works, and it would be some time before they were to congregate as one group again, if ever. Césure had an inborn sense now, of what he was to do, and what would need to be done, in his capacity as the God of Death. Pelegath might lay claim to the Domain of Death, by way of his rotting manners, but when Césure exited the fortress and looked upon the swamp that he had wrought, Césure saw new life, not death. More of the Domain of Nature, by Virgule's own guess. And then there was that Larwen monstrosity, who saw fit to twist and pervert for the sheer sake of it. Césure could have described it in many, many different ways, but as a true God of Death? Never. And so through both a kind of innate memory, and also a desire that seemed to echo the man he had once been, Césure set out on foot to explore the world before him. After all, the Master of Mortality must know the realms of mortals.

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Five minutes of walking passed, before Cés got bored. With the ease of thought, he floated up into the sky and began to appraise the land with a bird's perspective. He could leave the land-stalking off until there was more of note to see than just barren plains and the occasional mountain range. He rushed over the mountains to the west of The Beach of The Gods and soon found himself looking down on a massive inland sea. A vast peninsula jutted into the body of water, and Césure could also see a large island which while imposing, was too close to the coast by far. A kind of smile, that blended the grim coldness of godhood with Cassidy's old good-natured fun, struck Césure's face. His first great work was upon him.

Césure alighted over the long peninsula, hovering over the point where the coast turned into the sea and summoned his godly might. Perhaps an aspect of waters would have been a better choice for this task but Césure cared not. His realm would be forged by his hand and his alone, for Death was his Domain and his alone. Vast rumbling shook the earth, and dark tendrils of energy rippled through the hundreds upon hundreds of kilometres that acted as the connection between what was to become his Seat of Power, and the common land before surrounding it. With a final mighty cry, Césure hewed the earth from where it had stood, and churning waters rushed in to fill the gap, creating an island where once there had been none.

Césure looked upon his newly forged island, Surm, from where it stood balefully in the still-churning waters of the Sea of Suremus, and was pleased. The work that came next would not be so difficult, but just as enjoyable.

The island itself was unmolded and tame, which would not do, for the kingdom of a God of Death, and so Césure drew forth upon his might once more, and once more the very earth itself trembled with fear at his Might. The island rose up, propelled forth from the ground until it settled to a standstill hundreds of metres higher than it previously had lain, and in addition to that, at the centre of the isle, wicked spires had burst up from the ground, forming a kind of thicket of spikes upon which a platform of earthen rock had been speared. It was beautiful, and it was where he would build his palace of death. But in order to do so, he would need servants, beings who could be granted access to his holy grounds, but also who would be able to defend him and flourish in spreading the death that he would require them to be disciples of, and so they could not be allowed to be numerous, they would have to concentrate all of their power on being true servants of Death, rather than dependants of Life.

Césure thought long and hard about who they must be, his sons and daughters, before drawing deep within himself, within his Might, and pressing a hand to the crystalline black rock spikes that jutted forth from the ground. The powers of Death, manifest in black lightning, cut through some of the crystal, a material Césure dubbed Surmite, and sculpted two bodies, the lightning cutting through crystal with a terrible shearing sound. These two sculpted figures gradually lightened in colour, softening from the cold surface of crystal into beings of flesh and blood, the black lightning rippling through them and beating within them, like a kind of rhythmic pulsing.

"My children," Césure pronounced darkly, his voice echoing with the terrible majesty of his godhood. "I dub thee Suremuse Koguja, the Gatherers of Mortality." A broad smile split his face and he cast his arms wide to pull his son and daughter into his embrace. They felt cold, like the Surmite they had been wrought from, but within them he felt his own pulsating spark of death that was life, and it felt good to know that he had servants to aid him in his most burdensome task. "More personally, you my son, shall be called Andja. And you my daughter, shall be called Saaja." Both of his children accepted his embrace, and their new names, nodding slowly as if they only vaguely understood. He would have to spend time teaching them all the things they would need to know, in order to prepare them for what he had planned. However there was one last thing that he must attend to, one last Mighty deed that required doing.

His holy citadel would have to be properly prepared before it was created, which required time, however that which it would protect, enshrine, and be strengthened by could not wait a moment longer. Under the watchful and glowing black eyes of his newborn children, Césure knelt down onto the ground and conjured up his Might for one last great task. He reached down far below the earth, into the planet's core, and plucked from it something most potent indeed. This newly pilfered object sped up through the earth at godly speed and in mere minutes, the faintest of tremblings could be felt before a powerful quake rocked the Sea of Suremus as the frothing waters spat out a massive chunk of metal which flew up in an arc towards Surm's plateau. Césure leapt out into the air and seized the massive metal, lifting it back over to the plateau where he set it down and gently rubbed his hands over its shining surface. His cufflinks on his suit had already torn the delicate fabric, a detail which could not be ruined as Césure observed that the cufflinks had been flattened and stuck to the metal, by a force of magnetism that was difficult for mortal minds to wrap their heads around. Andja himself was gently poking at the cufflink, which resembled a flat piece of gold leaf, and Césure touched his hand gently and bade him be calm.

"Come my children, I shall teach you language, and knowledge, and many other things, and tomorrow, we will begin our great constructions. Death's shadow shall be cast long, and far, but even Death must have its small beginnings."

Summary

Cés appreciates Mater Lei's appreciation, but doesn't think too much of the other gods, especially as his own godly senses and memories are kicking in. His mind is entirely focused on the tasks at hand as the burden of his undone duty presses ever harder upon him. So, he goes out and finds the inland sea on this main continent, and decides to a) do a little terraforming, b) create a new element/substance to serve his mysterious purposes, c) create a new people to be his servants and representatives, and finally d) to call up a huge (relatively) chunk of magnetically polar metal from the planet's core, again for mysterious purposes. Holy shitballs, I told you he was going to do some stuff!

Might and Progression

Might: 0
-1 for creation of the Isle of Surm by way of flooding/erosion of the connecting portion of a peninsula.
-1 for creation of first vein of Surmite, a godly substance who properties will be detailed here. The vein also, coincidentally, is formed beneath the island of Surm and is what caused the island to be raised up the hundreds and hundreds of metres that it was. It's what those black spikes are made of.
-1 for creation of Suremuse Koguja, an extraordinary race of beings made to serve Césure, who will be described here. Specifically, Césure created Andja and Saaja.
-1 for creation of giant ball of magnetized metal to be used in an undisclosed manner in the creation of Césure's Holy Site next turn.

Césure's current lvl: 2
Acts of Creation: 4
Current progression: 2/4 towards lvl. 3

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@Antarctic Termite How can a god use all four Might if they only get two Acts of Creation?

Nevermind I figured it out. Using all four Might means that Césure will be halfway to levelling up for his next turn. Because of how levelling up works. I get it now.

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Having looked at the pool of gods, Césure shrugs and says "None of these gods are truly gods of death." HE then proceeds to do everything he can to become the embodiment of death.

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Look forward to his next post folks. It's going to get metal.

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Is uh... Is nobody going to acknowledge Césure..?

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Death's Frontman AKA The One-Man Clean-Up Crew
Level 1 God of Death (The Mortal Coil)

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How Césure Got There

A Long Time Ago (Or Later?) In A Universe Far Far Away...

Cassidy Ryhardt was drinking a bad drink in a worse bar, on an absolutely garbage frontier planet, when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. The slight man cracked a smile and turned around to look at who'd grabbed him. The smile melted almost as fast as the fist speeding towards his face, and even so he felt the knuckles crunch against his teeth, splitting his lip as the punch's force laid him out over the bar. Moaning and gasping through the taste of blood, and struggling to regains his feet, but that same strong hand attached to his ex-wife's brother tugged him off out through the establishment.

Cassidy caught one last sight of that bastard of a barkeep smirking to himself as he scrubbed out Cassidy's blood from the countertop. He hadn't even gotten to finish his drink either. Lem, or Lom, whatever his idiot ex-brother-in-law's name was, tossed him to the sidewalk, where Cassidy's head thunked against the slick metal of a hoverbike. The bike's owner was leaned against the wall of the bar, and he exchanged nods, and what looked to be a sizeable amount of money from Lum's expression before the lout ran off, and Cassidy was left alone with the mystery man.

"So what'll it be? I charge extra on the hour for off-worlders with exotic and contagious disea-" The second punch didn't just split his lip. It knocked the man out cold.

When Cassidy next awoke, it was with a fat lip, a black eye and a pounding headache. He was strapped to a table and couldn't feel his extremities. The man he'd been captured by was nowhere to be seen, and Cassidy found that he couldn't remember what his captor looked like. All of a sudden, there was a voice in his head that was not his own.

You have been chosen Cassidy Ryhardt, for a most... heavy honour.
"Who the kashk are you?"
It will take too long to explain. I have so little time. The decision is made, and you have duties to attend to elsewhere.
"Wha- No! Tell me why you're doing this! Why am I here? What's going o-"
Know death.

Cassidy screamed, even as his ability to expand his chest to breathe left him. He felt his mind fill with his own voiceless agony. He was burned, drowned, cut, bludgeoned, starved,parched,rippedtornbledcrushedthrownmeltedflayedcrackedbentstretchedhuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrtttttt...

Awareness seeped into the cracks in the vessel's mind, and control was slowly being asserted. The vessel did not want to give in, even though outwardly it had long since surrendered all bodily functions.

Do not resist!
Like... Hell... I won't!

An internal battle was waged for a long time. The ancient god of death had been moments away from death himself when he had begun the passing ritual, foolishly having postponed it until the last moment, and so even a frail human's dying awareness was enough to challenge the supposedly insurmountable will of a god. It seemed to have been all but decided in favour of the god's mind, when on top of all that had happened to the chosen vessel that day, his body was sucked into a portal which opened beneath his slack body. This dying god of death had just finished transposing his divinity unto the vessel, and was midway through transferring his soul into the mostly hollow shell that had been Cassidy Ryhardt, when the portal closed and severed the connection between vessel and god.

In a universe far away, a dying god was screaming in impotent rage as his essence bled to nothing, all of his divine spark freely given (and subsequently stolen) by a lowly human who had been five quarters dead at the time. And on the shores of Galbar? The results of the aborted ritual remained to be seen...

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Arrival

Through the open portal, flopped a limp body. The meaty and small frame was steaming gently, still undergoing the aftereffects of subsuming a godly soul's essence. Might, rich and pure, coursed through the veins, golden ichor pushing the old dead blood from the god's body. Luckily for Césure Virgule, his undignified arrival had landed him facedown, because he began vomiting and excreting blood violently. He also happened to be naked. Consciousness of this fact blessedly, was withheld as deep inside his mind, the consequences of godly ascendance were being wrought on his mind. Pathways were being expanded, in the physical, mental, and spiritual planes. A kind of sickly black haze fell over his body as the more grotesque adjustments began to increase in their speed.

Anybody who might happen to be watching as the god awoke finally, and blessedly clothed in a tasteful navy suit, would see that he began examining the surroundings and taking in his new awareness and memories. He was neither the man called Cassidy nor Virgil of Ullure any longer. The god had, for all intents and purposes, been born of a most gruesome and terrifying death. No more fitting a beginning for...

"Césure Virgule," he murmured, rolling the words through his mouth slowly. It had a ring to it, that was for certain. The next task immediately made itself known to Césure when he cast his awareness more widely, beyond the fortress he found himself in, and realized the world had just experienced its first tsunami. For the first time on Galbar, as far as Césure knew, the fledgling life had experienced cessation. Heedless of his fellow gods, Césure got to his feet, and dusted off his lovely suit.

Césure drew upon his godly might, and then paused. He needed to find a way outside. It appeared as though he would have to deal with the other divinities after all. Looking towards those that he could see in the fortress, he grinned winningly.

"Any of you know where the door is? I have to go and harvest those souls out there. Don't want them going off."

Summary

Césure Virgule's origin essentially involved a deranged (and near-dead) god trying to merge his soul with an unassuming human by the name of Cassidy Ryhardt. The resultant being that was created and ended up landing on Galbar then reconstituted into a newborn god, (because there is no way a basically dead god could have stowed that much power in any vessel, let alone a human) and noticed that his job wasn't being carried out properly, despite the abundance of life, and newly dead. He has yet to spend any power however, since he wants to be outside for that.

LV. 1
Might: 4
Acts of Creation: 0/2