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Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

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Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

Sauranath, Great Reptile Ordinary Humanoid
&
Ialu, The Success Kid
Level 4 Demigod, 5.5 Might

The Call upon the Great Gods

Summary

• Sauranath calls Invictus and Fate to bail him out of his negative Might situation. He tears off some of his own scales and tells them that Mirtagn sacrificed himself in their name.
• Fate and Invictus do not appear but speak out. For 160 years Sauranath has to live as an ordinary human in order for his Might to be restored. He has no divine aura or powers and isn't even recognizable. He is also immortal but can die, and if he does die, Invictus and Fate won't help him.
• Invictus notices Ialu and recognizes him. Invictus is revealed to be the Mighty One.
• As a favor, Ialu's curse of failure is removed and Ialu is teleported back into his house.
• Ialu finds his house full of undead that he has to destroy. One of the Silent Six had reanimated the skeleton of the Dyun Champion, amongst some other things.
• Invictus and Fate speak to all the gods, commanding them to stop their direct interference in human affairs

Sauranath looked upwards to the skies. The call upon Fate and Invictus would not go unnoticed, he hoped. "Upon the highest stars I call. Stars upon the stars, as high above us as we are above the worms and ants of the world down below. Unfathomable ones, high above the clouds. . . hear me speak my prose and poetic words. I petition you, because I am unsure if prayers are the right words for my request". He looked around himself. "The world down below is in maddening danger of being wiped out and replaced with corruption, walking dead. The Witch King Thulemiz, as the Brightwood's folk call him, slaughters innocents and replaces their lives as people with dignity as their slaves in the after life. I can think of only one way to exist right now, and that's by fighting. A dragon's life is mostly primal struggle, if not to the death than to achieve victory, even if it's by a wrestling competition."

"I pledge my power over to you, Invictus, Fate, I have been using your powers, and it has drained me severely. I have grown weary, furthermore, of life upon Galbar. The people there need me, and I may need it. There is no other world to make, for there is no one to rule or serve for anywhere else. The Stars could use my nourishment, true, but I am a dragon not a gardener. Hear my cry and my petition, great Fate and great Invictus. I have gone mad with frustration, unable to hold to my obligations, unable to save the innocent down below. Whatever I must ask for I do not know how to address such awesome beings. Once more I state, I shall pledge myself towards mortality, until a described amount of time has passed. I ask also that Mirtagn's act of sacrifice be remembered. His will to serve his Lord is unmatched. The Proud dragon race below are short of numbers in those who are as loyal as he".

"Behold I tear off my scales", Sauranath tore off his scales ritualistically. . . "Take my immortality! I grant my blood, my body and my soul for the good of the world, the people but most dearly the people who are innocent of perfidiousness!"

While Mirtagn's act of self-sacrifice had not gone unnoticed, it was these words of Sauranath that attracted the attention of both Greater Gods. Though Invictus did not appear, as he had done not so long ago with the Great Spirit Escre, his voice did ring within the minds of Sauranath and Ialu.

'Is it not a foolish being that gives up godhood for the sake of mere creations?' Invictus spoke, 'certainly you have weakened yourself greatly, but would it not be better for you to simply...hibernate for a while?'

A softer, far more encompassing voice suddenly echoes within their minds. This one was more melodious and seemed rather far off, as though it spoke from a far off place and its attention was not wholly on them.

'So it was, so shall it be,' it echoed, 'though take this wisdom, for you, from me: as you sow so shall you reap, laugh not with fools, but with wise ones weep,' and with that, an almighty force took hold of Sauranath as though he was naught but a child's doll, and it hurled him towards Galbar with such force that no wings or ability to fly would save him.

So great was the force that wings ripped away and scales were simply left behind, and the Great Reptiles very muscles and sinews were ripped apart, until all that was left to land on Galbar's earth was a grotesque piece of meat. This writhed and bubbled and grew and was coated in skin and formed bones until a blonde-haired, brown-eyed human man stood there. To all extents and purposes, he was naught but a man and none would be able to detect any divine presence about him, for he was no longer divine.

'For one hundred and sixty years, you shall dwell as a human,' came Invictus' command, 'and when your service is done, we shall return to you your power and your might. We have granted you extended life, but know that your prayers will be as nothing to us should you manage to find death,' and with that Invictus began to withdraw his consciousness, but something stopped him.

'Ah, I remember you now,' his voice whispered in Ialu's mind, before Fate's words echoed once more in the demigod's mind:

'As you sow so shall you reap, laugh not with fools, but with wise ones weep,' and with that the curse of absolute failure was lifted.
'Know this, child,' came Invictus' voice, 'honour the system even as you strive to overthrow it.'

And then they were no longer present and Ialu disappeared from Sauranath's star and reappeared in his home, where the familiar skeleton of the Dyun champion was very quickly upon him.

As for the warlord, he was alarmed to see the sight of Sauranath mutilating himself, only to be grasped by forces greater than any imaginable and essentally pulverized. From within the Star that was an Eye of dragons, Ialu saw the Great Reptile being seemingly obliterated and hurled back down to Galbar, but then...a human stepped out from the writhing carnage. The archgods' words having not been adressed to him, he had not heard their judgement and had no way of knowing what was to come of this pitiful remnant of what was once a god.

Out of sheer gratitude, Ialu made sure to memorize every detail of Sauranath's new features. Whether this was to be a temporary punishment or a death sentence, if the weakened dragon god ever found his way to Ialu the demigod vowed to himself that he would harbor and protect Sauranath to the best of his ability. If not purely out of gratitude, then he would strive to do as much should the god ever regain his former glory. It seemed wise to have an ally of such high station.

Then the warlord cringed for a moment as he awaited his own judgement; hoping that it would not be near so costly or horrible as what had befallen Sauranath. All he heard, however, was an unfathomably deep and powerful voice, that of Invictus, whispering to him. He remembered? The warlord's thoughts were briefly interrupted by some cryptic words from the other one called Fate, and then he felt the curse lifted. Invictus once again spoke to Ialu, referring to him as child. It was then that the demigod's suspicions were confirmed.

"Mighty One...father," he murmured as he faded away and then reappeared in a familiar place. His mind entirely occupied in thought and the comforting darkness of his home offering no warning, Ialu was taken by surprise by a very certain undead.

Seeming Dyun in structure and headless, it was easily recognizable as the remnants of the Dyun Champion. One of its skeletal hands went for the warlord's throat while the other snaked around to the handle of the Blade of chaos, nestled in his clothing. Ignoring the grip on his throat for a demigod needed no air, Ialu's hand shot like lightning for the wrist of this old adversary. He twisted and heard a great snap as he tore off the entire arm, then a few more cracks as fingers broke when he tore the handle back out of the decayed hand.

Summoning his wi, he simply obliterated his enemy. The skeleton at once disintegrated and was reduced to a heap of dust and bone meal. He had come a long way since that creature had nearly killed him, after all. Turning around, the demigod could sense all sorts of vile undead crawling about in his home, no doubt reanimated by one of those accursed necromancers that were Thulemiz's dogs...At least Invidia had reduced those six necromancers to five, before he himself suffered a humiliating death in a pool of acid.

Sighing, Ialu effortlessly cleared out his cottage of undead. All the while, his thoughts were straying elsewhere.

Sauranath looked around himself. . . he would have to immediately make his way to the Brightwoods. They were the only free nations that were left. The undead were very close. The Brightwoods were better defended than the past nation, and the serpent men were allied very closely with the Brightwood. They knew the ways of dragons themselves, and their metal equipment and smithing process was the most advanced in the world. That was the only thing that Sauranath knew could save the people, other than having an immense allying army of dragons. Sauranath was only a Human being now. He would have to learn the ways of the dragons like the Brightwoodsmen. He did, however, find on his arrival how to smith using Mithril and that the Brightwoodsmen folk and Serpent Men were building closer ties than expected. They didn't just get along or trade, they were diplomatically close, as in allied. It made sense to get themselves ready even as the West was crawling with undead. The former deity hoped Ialu had the good sense to come to the East.

'You have destroyed and torn and played around, now listen to our commands: let your toying end with mortal lands,' it was the voice of Fate, ringing in the minds of all the gods.
'It is our...wish...that you no longer interfere directly with mortal affairs. You gods may no longer appear, in your full, havoc-causing presences before mortals. Your Avatars may do as they wish, but you gods must stay away, or if you cannot, then do no harm,' it was Invictus this time. With their orders given, the two Great Gods returned to their other, far more important duties elsewhere.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

@Kho

So this update is happening after both timeskips and we have plenty of time? I ask because I'm not sure how many worshipers Ialu would have dueing the timeskips; it depends on how some things go.

How long is the intermission between the two skips going to go on for, anyways?

@Cyclone

Nop, the update is happening before the timeskip and the timeskip will take place in one go.
As for worshippers, I've said before that the total human pop. will increase by 300% so he'll probably get about that many more worshippers, unless you think otherwise. Due to rising populations, 1 Might per 1000 worshippers will no longer apply, and will more likely be 1 Might per 3000 followers.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

An Announcement: Of Timeskips and Turns

Regarding Might and turns, the way the time-skip will work is as follows:

There will be 160 years in the time-skip, and there will be 4 turns in total.
Two turns in the first 80 years, and two turns in the second 80 years.

The upcoming 'New Turn' update will cover the next four turns, so if you have any level ups planned, let me know so I can include it in the update. You will NOT be able to level up once the update has been posted, so make sure you PM me which turn/s you wish to level up in so that they can be included in the update.
Also, include any details which would affect Might you will gain, which turn etc.

@Inuyasha@Vec@Rtron@Frettzo@LokiLeo789@Scarifar@ActRaiserTheReturned@Lugubrious@IrishAngelQueen@Blackmist16

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

Just a question, so what exactly changes about a character per-say a War Demigod when he levels up what changes about him?

@Blackmist16

He becomes more powerful in general and gains 1 more Might per turn.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

Guys, I've got a few other RPs I need to respond to and am also a bit busy RL, so finish up any pre-timeskip stuff you have planned and I'll try to get the timeskip post up in the next two days.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

@Cyclone I think teaching necromancy falls under that

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

@Kho Then the tribe is about 200 people, give or take.

@Inuyasha

Hmm, that won't be enough to supply you with any extra Might.
Why not make it so the tribe is somewhere on Orabakh/Sviebard to allow for a bigger population?
It's 1 Might per 1000 worshippers with current population counts.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

@Frettzo Damn! All that Might T-T imagine what we could've done with it all...

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

When you stare into the misty night and into the blizzard, do you think it does not also stare into you?

Summary

• Sjorndalrheim is pronounced John-dal-eim (ei pronounced 'I')
• Introducing Chief Thormar Wrolfin of the Sjorndalrheim Wrolfin
• Thormar stands staring into the blizzard, atop a hill, with the village of Sjorndalrheim behind him
• The Wrolfin tribe, with it's various villages, is introduced and a brief flashback details the last visit Thormar had to Hevbyskton, whose fishing fleet is being constantly raided by Gnanrir raiders
• Thormar thinks back to the disappearances which have been happening recently, and he believes there are creatures taking his people
• He walks back home and realises he is being followed, only to find it is little Inreki
• He picks her up and walks on and notes once more that they are being followed
• He faces off against Ghoul Lord Akenaten and a minion of his, but manages to step into his home, preventing the Ghoul Lord from doing him any harm
• The Ghoul Lord warns Thormar, telling him that his enemies is the Great Lich Lord, and that he and his village would all be in his grasp soon

The old man stood atop the hill, leaning on his long wooden staff, staring out through the falling snow across the wide expanse of endless white. The heavens were a single coat of never-ending white and it was as though the very clouds had settled down upon the Sviebardian ground. The hill overlooked the vast plains of snow beyond, dotted with the odd tree here and there, before the plain gave way to snow-covered forests. The high vantage-point did not give the old man much ability to see what was actually on the snowy plains, however. The falling snow and the cold mist prevented one from seeing what was beyond the foot of the hill. He just liked to stand there and let his mind wander into those mists and blizzards beyond. Even from his youngest days he had done so, there was something rather grand about it all and only when he let his mind and eyes soar into the unseen could he even begin to comprehend.

Behind him stood a large village of Sjorndalrheim. Within it were many large homes of stone and timber, with chimneys smoking. The wooden holes for windows were sealed off against the evening cold and the sounds of those within did not reach the old man where he stood. People had lived here for a long time and the village was among the largest of the Wrolfin tribe's settlements, hosting nearly six hundred Wrolfin. Only the Wrolfin port-village of Hevbyskton towards the south was larger, holding nearly nine hundred tribals. To the west was the small village of Zarnbdheim with three hundred tribals and just north of Sjorndalrheim was Krongrdin, by far the closest, with one hundred tribals.
There were also two or three other villages with populations ranging from fifty to eighty tribals each towards the east, and those were also quite close.

The Wrolfin often traded with other Sviebardian tribes, but the tribe tended to lean more towards its own, with the majority of trade going to and from Sjorndalrheim and Hevbyskton. Timber and metal was sent down to the port village, along with furs and meats, while all kinds of fish were sent up from the the port. The old man had been at Hevbyskton not a week before where he had been greeted heartily by Chief Olafson of the Hevbyskton Wrolfin.

'Thormar, you old snow dog!' he had roared as they embraced, 'where by the clouds o' ice have ya been man?' they had walked down to the sands by the sea and walked for long, updating each other on the situation in their respective villages. Chief Thormar had been elected Chief of the Sjorndalrheim Wrolfin by the Wrolfin Council nearly thirty five years ago, when the man was nothing but a thirty year old, long before Olafson had been elected. Sjorndalrheim had certainly grown greatly under his leadership and among the Wrolfin there was none more respected than he. Chief Olafson told him about the ongoing problem with raids on their fishing fleet from the nearby Gnanrir Tribe and asked for his view on the matter.

The issue had been going on for over a year now and the Gnanrir seemed either unable or unwilling to stop their raiders, despite assuring Chief Olafson on various occasions that the raids would stop. Something would have to be done. Thormar recommended that fishing fleets travel in larger groups, that would seem more of a threat to any raiders. He also recommended that they work on their ship designs. The current ones were small fishing ships, if they could be made larger and more seaworthy, that would mean that more fish could be hauled and the ships could more easily escape raiders - or even raid, if it came to that.
'Just make sure that whatever happens, you deal with the situation delicately and without your hot-headedness. We don't need an escalation into something more serious,' and Olafson agreed, promising to see to Thormar's recommendations. The northern chief remained in Hevbyskton for a good few days before returning home with the caravan, taking a good deal of fish back up with them. It was rather unfortunate that rivers were frozen pretty much all year round, otherwise sailing the many rivers from village to village would have made travel much easier and quicker.

If the lands of Wrolfin could be described as anything at all, Thormar would have described them as peaceful - even with the raids on Hevbyskton by the pesky Gnanrir. But now the people were afraid; their loved ones had been disappearing.
At first it was just Fargan and Krisov. The two men went out to the forest to bring back some wood and did not return, and the search party, made up of five men, had gone out and not come back. Thormar had sent out one of his more skilled hunters, Sagnar, and the man had come back barely alive, before he mysteriously disappeared during that same night.
Now even those who wondered the village during the night found themselves disappearing - Irena's husband Kahalgar had gone out to visit his brother two nights back and had not been seen again after that. In total, seventeen men and four women had disappeared, and he had gotten word from the nearby villages that they too had these strange disappearances happen.

If it were not for Sagnar's return and disappearance, Thormar would have been rather lost for ideas as to what could be the cause. But he knew, after seeing the marks and bites on Sagnar, that something was hunting them. Perhaps it was not one thing, perhaps there were more. He did not know what exactly the creature - or creatures - wanted, but he knew he had to protect his villagers. He would have a large group of hunters - two hundred - set out for the forest in the morning. They would cut down trees and bring them back in order to build a wall around the village, that should, hopefully, keep whatever creatures were hunting them out.

Turning around, he made his way back home. For now he needed to rest, and the morning would be a different matter. As he walked, he noted - with calmness that surprised him - that he was being tailed. Without batting an eye or speeding his rather slow pace, he continued on to his home. Only when something touched his leg did he stop and look.
There was a hand on his leg. He looked further up the arm until his eyes met those of the owner. A little, blonde girl stared back up at him.
'What are you doing here, Inkeri? Did I not warn you about walking around on your own? Especially at night,' he scolded the little girl before picking her up in one arm and walking on.
'I saw you through the window, granpapa,' she said. He was not her grandfather, of course, it was just a term of affection, 'and I got scared for you. So I followed you out to make sure that the Ice Wolf doesn't get you. Mamma said that the Ice Wolf took papa because he was a naughty man and went out after dark, so I didn't want him to get you too granpapa,' her cheeks were red from the cold and her chatter was quite a nice change from his solemn thoughts. She was Irena and Kahalgar's eldest daughter, the two had been blessed with another child, a boy, not a week back. They had not named him, but after her husband's disappearance, Irena had named the child after his father.
'Your mother will die of worry when she finds out you are not home,' he informed her, but she assured him that her mother had been asleep with little Kahalgar when she went after Thormar. As she spoke, the Chief noted once more, with ice-cold calm, that they were being followed. He knew with certainty what it was this time. Like before, he kept up his slow pace and did not turn towards his home immediately when he saw it. He remained in the middle of the small path and kept his focus on the presence behind him. It was, strangely enough, a relief that Inkeri had not noticed and was still chattering away. It came as a surprise to the little girl, then, when Thormar suddenly ducked and a huge figure passed over them. Without pause, the Chief turned and dashed towards the door of his home, only to find it locked. His fist banged against the door even as Inreki screamed.

Holding onto his staff, he turned to face whatever monstrosity there was in the street. The darkness and snow obscured his sight at first, but then his eyes focused on a dark figure slowly emerging from the mist. As it came into full view, the jaw of the steel-nerved Chief slackened slightly. The creature was horrific. It was like nothing he had ever seen before, bent over forward with jaw wide open and prepared to take a bite out of its victim, arms grotesquely long and a strange dark aura surrounding it. From the shadows there walked another. This one more humanoid, but still undeniably like the other.
'We have come for you,' the humanoid one said, 'we have come for you all.'

Inreki gave out another heart-rending scream and all over the village doors began to open and armed villagers, though still sleepy, began to poke their heads out to see what was going on. Behind Thormar the door of his own home was unlocked and thrown open. Inreki jumped into the arms of the old woman who had opened the door.
'Granmama!' she cried, her sobs echoing in the night.

'What are you?' Thormar asked, horror in his voice as he backed away into his home. The being let off an annoyed sound as Thormar stepped beyond the threshold and entered the house.
'We are death,' the creature said, 'but to honour you all, I will allow you to know who we are and what is to become of you,' backing off into the shadows, both figures disappeared and a disembodied voice said.
'I am Akenaten, the Ghoul Lord. You shall soon be mine; the Great Lich Lord will have you,' and with that, their presences disappeared completely and Thormar was left to stare into the darkness with grim silence.

He would need to deal with this in the morning, and oh how near and how far the morning was!