Kho

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Kho I'm afraid to ask... how would our gods even break out of the current world?

And does anyone think that Fate's lapdog has a little too much power of the multiverse. I mean... Hell of Time... wtf...

@Dawnscroll

Hmm? Vowzra doesn't have control over the Hells of Time. Heck, I'm not so flagrantly OP. I'm a bit more subtle than that xP

The only way to break out of the current World is by destroying its guardian/s.

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So what if my soon-to-come Demigod, Saltheax-Yul, ascended to Godhood and immediately entered that place?

It makes perfect sense for it to do it: it is masochistic, self-loathing and borderline suicidal, and the ONLY thing that keeps it afloat is its unquenchable desire to fulfill its lusts. It might see entering the "conglomeration of Worlds" as a way of ending its existence as it is now, and starting anew as a creature even more destructive and evil than it already is- it would love that.

Even if it comes at risk of possibly being destroyed. To Saltheax, that is more than worth what it might gain as a result. It wants to be a maddened Godbeast! Its only goal, afterall, is to cause harm to others until there is simply nothing left to harm, then to destroy itself.

@Hael

I don't think there's any way for anyone to enter the Hells atm, Fate and Amul'Sharar won't allow for those shenanigans.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

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Jesus Chreezus. Yknow, you'd think Amully and Fate would've given us some more ground rules to prevent horrible shit like that.

I'm debating on giving Logos a Plane... no idea what it'd be filled with.

@Dawnscroll

It's never really going to be relevant unless the gods break out of the current World. Our only interaction with the Hell of Time so far have been with the Codex: Vowzra opened a dimensional rift and allowed some part of it to seep into The Gap, before the rift close once more.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Rtron The first of a few sheets I owe

Chronos

Creation:
Physical
Name: Chronos

Description: In the darkness beyond the veil, Vowzra set about creating a world all his own. Its spaces were measured, its dimensions dictated and its laws were written, and Time was set to pass as the Timeless One willed, and he has willed that for each day on Galbar, there pass here one thousand Galbarian years. And so it is until he should Will otherwise, for he is the supreme Lord of Time, and willing one way or another is his prerogative.
Depending on whether a creature that has found its way to this plane is wanted or unwanted, worthy or unworthy, Chronos will exhibit different characteristics. Unworthy beings will find the plane turn against them with all its might. The clouds poison, devour and cause rapid aging. So too does the very air. The water, if drunk, suffocates and attempts to kill or maim once ingested. The soil, the trees, the rain and the mountains; the crystals and the cherries; the Crows and The Bard; all seek to destroy the unworthy, the unwanted, the unFated - mortal be they or immortal, god they be or man.
As for those who are worthy, then the plane will exhibit different characteristics. It may test the worthy one with great difficulties before they reach their destination, or it may make their path easy and strew it with fruits and food aplenty. But it would not, as with those who are unworthy, go all out in order to destroy the worthy.
Those who are worthy are faced with two options once they reach Chronos. They can live in the paradise of the hinterlands, and there they would grow and there would live forevermore. Or they can take the arduous journey through the mountains, past the strange plains and on to the Chronos heartlands, where are the crystals, the cherry tree, the Crows, the Cube and The Bard. And should they arrive there, and should their worthiness be found adequate, then they shall be rewarded greatly and mighty shall their Fate be. And they shall be sent home; guides, leaders, seers, messengers and prophets to their peoples.

Appearance: The first thing an objective, floating observer would notice is the clouds. Within the small dimension created by the Lord of Time, there drift dark clouds which spread out far and wide. Those on top are different colourations of red and orange while those below range from light to darkest grey.

There emerges from within the clouds an enormous, barren landmass. It floats upon the clouds and appears stable (as, indeed, it is). The laws of the dimension work upon it and Time passes and the seed of Life flourishes thereon and there grows lush, green grass. And rivers flow therethrough, and there are lakes and great mountains rising up. At the edges, where land gives way to clouds, there float large rocks. And over the edge rivers let fall their waters, which flow down from the mountains further inland, and the clouds take them up and rain them back on to the great, floating continent in due time.

And there grow trees on the mountains, and trees on the plains, and there grow trees even in the rivers. Here in the outer hinterlands, all things flourish and grow. But beyond the great circle of mountains, though there are lakes, there grows nothing, and though the soil is rich and arable, no seeds take root. And here the clay grows in strange shapes as though it were alive.

And beyond this, the clay and soil and waters give way to hard, grey rock and mist, and in the very centre of the great landmass, there is a great cube standing on one of its corners. There is inscribed upon the cube words in a language unknown – designs, plans, laws, shapes, records and words.
And within this inner landmass, with its grey rocks and mist, there are also strange, glowing crystals. And these strange glowing crystals have strange properties - even stranger than their glow. These properties appear highly adaptive, but the most notable is that these crystals greatly enhance intuition. Those who are close to a crystal appear to have a much deeper understanding and level of intelligence than the average member of their species. It is not clear what it does, but the crystals also appear to exhibit an undetectable 'force-field' of sorts.

Before the great cube, there grows a single cherry tree, and it bears perfectly spherical red cherries. They appear to have similar characteristics to the crystals though it is unclear how similar and what exactly the properties of these cherries are. The cherry tree grows upon a very small islet within a large, rather deep pool, whose source stems somewhere beneath the cherry tree. Like most things on Chronos, this pool also seems to have special properties whose effect vary depending on what or who is affected by them.
Upon the cube, there sits a demigod known simply as The Bard. He is the guardian of the cube, the tree, the pool, the crystals and the plane as a whole.
Moreover, within this inner, seemingly barren landmass, there dwell two giant crows. One is larger than the other. The larger is known as Aeth, The Greater Crow. The smaller is known as Chao, The Lesser Crow. These crows decree when a being's Time has begun by turning an hourglass which has that being's True Name inscribed on it. The hourglass has a hole in the bottom meaning that the sands flow out onto the barren ground and crystals: one only has a finite amount of Time, and it shall not once spent return.
The hourglasses of immortal beings - such as gods, demigods, heroes and miscellaneous undying creatures - are unturned. This means that their Time has not yet begun and so has no foreseeable end until the hourglass is turned.

Sertzamen-Vrema

Creation:
Physical (6 Might)

Name: Sertzamen-Vrema (pl. Sertzamen-Vremae; meaning 'Time's Heartstones', 'Heartstones of Time'; also known as Sertz, Sertzstone)
Description: Found only in Chronos' heartlands, Sertzamen-Vrema is a crystalline mineral which developed on Chronos' original heartland rock surface. Over a period of 14.5 billion years the rock surface interacted with the aura exuded by The Divine Annalist; Hexahedron Historicus Creato, as well as the strange weathers of the Chronos heartlands, causing a tremendous amount of the crystal Sertzamen-Vrema to grow. Crystal is notable for its numerous properties, which reacts and affects both living and non-living matter in numerous ways. While its reaction to non-living matter is generally consistent, it's reaction to living matters varies enormously. Sertzamen-Vrema exhibits an invisible, undetectable forcefield with a radius of 2 metres and a circumference of 12.56 metres.

In its natural state, without a sentient being tapping into its properties, Sertzamen-Vrema tends to repel all metals and rocks. Rocks and metals tend to either grind to an immediate stop upon coming into contact with the forcefield or if they are going at exceptional speeds, dissolve or melt into nothingness. Liquids cannot enter the forcefield if their volume is too great or if they are going at speeds the crystal detects as extreme or unusual. It tends to automatically filter anything passing into its 2 metre radius, either repelling, destroying, or allowing to pass through.
In the case of the rock formations upon which the Sertzamen-Vrema originally grew, the crystal appears to have quickly adjusted to tolerate the presence of the rock within its parameter. The most logical reason behind this is that the crystals are in fact semi-conscious and are capable of understanding an advantageous arrangement and adapting to it. This semi-sentience may also be the reason behind the enormous variance in its reaction to living matter and particularly sentient beings.
Among the positive effects Sertzamen-Vremae on sentient beings includes reduced aging, a much-strengthened immune system, increased rate of recovery from wounds and injuries, heightened senses and reaction speed, and greatly boosted intuition, reasoning capacity, cognitive skill, and emotional intelligence. They also appear to enhance dreams and make it more likely that one will have a prophetic vision rather than a mere dream, and the wielder becomes undetectable by all but the highest level heroes and medium-level demigods. Moreover, the longer a sentient being has a Sertzamen-Vrema, the more attuned to that individual the crystal will become. The larger the crystal, the greater the base power it can wield.
As crystal and wielder grow more attuned to one another, they pass through three main phases. The first is where the crystal becomes attuned to the wielder, meaning that the crystal becomes more efficient and effective in enhancing the wielder's spirit, body, and mind. The essence within the crystal effectively begins to merge with the wielder. The second phase is where the wielder becomes more attuned to the crystal, being able to direct their own essence into the crystal and thus influence the filtration system of the forcefield, moulding it more to their needs. With this, the forcefield becomes a more effective method of counter-attack rather than pure defence: the wielder can configure the forcefield so as to repel attacks in particular directions, or to harness the energy of a blocked offense to enhance a counterattack.
The third phase is where crystal and wielder become bonded closely enough to communicate with one another, awakening the essence within the stone completely into its full sentience. Not only does this create for the closest bond and most efficient and effective utilisation of the crystal, it also means that the knowledge and wisdom of the particular Sertzamen-Vrema essence becomes available to the wielder, and a mighty boon is that. For the spirit is not only ancient by any standard (billions of years old at the least), but each wields a secret knowledge which can be discovered should the wielder prove to be Worthiest of Worthies. Even if one is not Worthiest of Worthies, the essence of a spirit is a mighty ally and sage advisor whom any would be blessed to have at their side.

The above is in the case of a sentient being who has not magical abilities, or is not learned in magical arts. The power of the stone alone allows someone who is otherwise an inept magicker to control magical energies to a decent level, and protects them from any effects should something go awry. Should one who is learned in magical arts manage to find a stone which react positively to their presence, they can expect - along with the above enhancements - to increase their inherent magical energies (those independent of the crystal's) dramatically, and for their control and precision to rise also. The crystal's adaptive and evolutionary characteristics are also enhanced by bonding to one who is magically capable, and it becomes possible for a magical wielder to configure the inherent, or add new, characteristics to the crystal. Should a magical wielder reach the third phase with their crystal, it becomes possible for the essence of the crystal to manifest in the physical Universe, and a most mighty thing is the essence of a Sertzamen-Vrema. These essences can manifest in any possible form, depending on the characteristics of the wielder and the essence of the crystal itself, and its capabilities in the physical world can vary tremendously.

Above are the possible effects of a Sertzamen-Vrema should it react positively towards a sentient. Negative reaction can from extreme (complete destruction of the one striving to become a wielder) to relatively mild (negative effect on much of the above mentioned, without the realisation of the wielder). In mild cases, the effects of the crystal can make it so that wielder's mind is slowly eroded until they become more or less a mindless host. The crystal would usually proceed to bond with the host, consuming their essence and occupying their body. One the occupation is complete, the crystal awakens and becomes a fully sentient being. The spiritual invasion is also usually paralleled by a physical invasion. Hosts are usually identifiable by the crystal which usually occupies their upper chest. It is unheard of for a 'Sertzman', as they are called, to ever leave Chronos. The deterioration of the mind is very rapid and the victim is usually far too befuddled and confused to manage an escape.

It is also possible for one to over-use a Sertzamen-Vremae before the bond with it is sufficiently strong, or to push their own body beyond its limit and beyond what the bond with the Sertzstone can sustain. Such instances will simply leave the stone damaged and unusable if the user is lucky. In more serious cases, the consequences can cause damage to the wielder's physical or even soul. A wielder escaping with nothing more than a crippled body should consider themselves lucky, for the crippling of a soul is a thing most grievous and lead to unimaginable pain, physical and spiritual mutations and high levels of instability and a very shortened life-span.

In order for one to get their hands upon a Sertzaman-Vrema, they must trek to the utmost north of Galbar, where the Tree-minds dwell. Battling the cold, the seeker must find their way to the Solitary Mount. Considered holy by the Tree-minds, they do not allow anyone to climb it until they prove themselves worthy. If they succeed, they are allowed to pass, if they are found unworthy, the Tree-minds would turn them away. Should the seeker attempt to continue the journey, the Tree-minds would hunt them down with a single-minded determination.
If found worthy by the Tree-minds, the seeker must climb the Solitary Mount, Galbar's tallest mountain. A strange, ethereal fog covers the mountain and it is nigh impossible to see more than two or three steps ahead at any one point, even if one attempts to use magical illumination. At the top, if one reaches it, one will find a great rock, which appears to have been sanded down into the shape of a large doorway. Before it sits The Guardian of the Gate, none shall pass through the portal except whom he permits, and none shall be permitted except he who proves his mettle.

If one manages to get past the portal, they must then be found worthy by Chronos itself, and here the journey could end for two reasons: they are found unworthy and are destroyed. They are found worthy and are taken in by the beauty of the Chronos hinterlands, abandoning their quest living there in perptual peace instead. Or the journey may continue either way: the unoworthy may somehow survive, the worthy may resist the siren of the Chronos hinterlands. Getting to the Chronos heartlands is in itself another odyssey, but he who makes it will be rewarded most handsomely, for in those heartlands are the Sertzamen-Vrema and their boon. And in the hinterlands also are the Cube, the Crows and all True Names, the Silk-Spiders, the Pool, the Cherry-Tree, and The Bard. Endless power, endless glory, endless potential, and endless reward all await the one who can prove themselves worthy.

Appearance

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Kho Hells of Time? Whuzzat?

@Dawnscroll

That's where naughty gods go >.>

In all seriousness, it's a place beyond The World, you can consider it a World of its own, or a conglomeration of Worlds. It is a thing so horrific that the gods who have entered it have either been destroyed, been warped beyond comprehension (and thus turned into maddened godbeasts of tremendous power) or something along those lines.
The story goes that Vowzra was stuck there prior to his arrival in Mk.I, and survived intact purely due to his portfolio.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Y'know, I would've thought that the Planes of time would be more... deserty. Yknow, like paradox cyclones, infinity regions, time storms, vapor pockets, and sand or dust storms. Ever shifting and changing.

@Dawnscroll

You're thinking the Hells of Time.
And those are more...ethereal. Hell-y

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Kho

You literally spent nearly all your points. I wasn't expecting that.

@Lauder

Fate Wills and Vowzra must comply,

thus is the Life seeped in Destiny.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Kho I'll change it then a little.

Also for the names. It works the same way as the crows of Reathos. They can see the Soul's True Name. Which cannot be changed through conventional magic. Should a shapeshifter turn into a wolf for example, then even in his wolf form the True Name would remain above him. Maybe through divine intervention the name could change? I'll leave that open for debate for now. But that's pretty much the only use it has. Recognition. In Egyptian culture the True Name meant that whoever knew your True Name could completely control you (Isis did this to Ra IIRC). But that would be VERY overpowered. So that is NOT how this will go.

@Legion02

I was actually thinking that True Names should have some kind of power. Perhaps not complete control, as that would be OP, but some power. For instance, if someone knew their own True Name, they would become more capable of controlling their physical body and spirit, making them able to wield magic with more skill and to carry out more physically difficult activities more easily.
If someone else knew your True Name, they could hinder your ability to learn, make your body more sluggish etc. This isn't so important for gods (they can do that anyway) but would be interesting in the interactions of mortals with one another.

I would say that this wouldn't apply to gods and demigods.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

The Timeless One, The Celestial Above, Vicegerent of Fate, Guardian of the Timeline, Master of Creation, Lord of Time
Level 3 God of Creation (Time)
16.5 Might 4 Freepoint

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Summary

This Post takes place over a period of 4,000 Galbarian years, with each Galbarian day counting for 1,000 Chronos years

The Greater and Lesser Crows are Created [-1 Might]
The Crimson Cherry Tree is Created [-1 Might]
The Sparkling Pool is Created [-1 Might]
The Sertzamen-Vremae (the Crystals) are Created [-6 Might]
The Chronos Silk-Spider is Created [-1 Might]
The Solitary Mount is Created in the Utmost North of Galbar [-1 Might]
The Whirlpool of Space and Time, leading to Chronos, and its guardian, are Created atop the Solitary Mount[-1 Might]
The forest-tree, Old Bark-Skin, and the jungle-tree, Garabil, are created [-1 Might]
The Treeminds are Created [-1 Might]
The Garinths are Created [-1 Might]
The Bard Levels up from Level 1 to Level 3 [-7 Might to the Bard]

15 14 Might Consumed by Vowzra, 1.5 2.5 Might 4 Freepoints remaining
7 Might Consumed by The Bard, 1 Might remaining

Over the many billions of years that had passed within Chronos, much had changed. As surely as the weathers and oceans and the explosions of great volcanoes changed the surfaces of planets in the Universe, so too did Time change the very nature of the realms of Time. First to take form within Vowzra's plane were the Crows. Two crows, one large and one smaller, whose skeletal abdomens were visible to all, and whose feathers and skin were more like a strange, webbed cloak of fur. The larger was Aeth, 'the Greater Crow', and the smaller was Chao, 'the Lesser Crow'.
With the Crows came the hourglasses filled with red sand. Each hourglass had a name engraved in it. But these were not merely any names. These were the names of the very souls of beings, names whose very utterance would generate immense power - power over others, or power over oneself. They were True Names.

Each hourglass, whether it be that of a god or that of a mortal, had a hole at one end. When turned over, the sands would filter slowly from the upper chamber, through the tiny neck in the middle, and down into the lower chamber. But they would not stop there, for the bottom chamber was pierced, and so the sands would continue falling until they reached the grey stone ground. Once the sands of Time were lost to a being, never again would they return. Gods and mortals alike had their prescribed Time; none could escape the grinder.

The largest hourglasses, those of the gods, had not yet been turned. For the End Times had not yet begun. Nor had the medium-sized ones, those of the demigods - those born and those yet to be. And littered amongst the hourglasses of mortals were those that glowed with a golden sheen. Those of the Chosen Elect, blessed of the gods. These had not been turned either.
The crows shaped the arable earth of the Shifting Plains, between the great mountains and the Chronos heartlands, into huge shelves, and there they stored the many hourglasses. Every now and then the smaller of the crows, Chao, would leap upon an almost empty hourglass and crush it in his claws, while Aeth would gather up clay in his claws and blow into it to form a new hourglass before carving out the True Name into the glass. No newborn life passed them by; no act of the Lord of Death was ignored. Though they had no power to create or end life they allocated Fated Time, and none defied Fate but the stray.

Over the eons, there grew a small sapling from the hardened stone of the Chronos heartlands, not too far from the Cube. The Bard looked upon the small plant and thought it a most curious thing indeed.
'Why is it, that of all the trees that carry, there should grow here a crimson cherry? 'tis a thing most strange and curious,' and even as he spoke, the cherry grew and the ground around it began to shift and break away till there was a large trench surrounding it. And there grew upon the tree deep crimson cherries, each as large as an apricot. Each fruit had lustre to it and seemed to shiver from the juices within it. It was as though the slightest touch would cause them to burst in an explosion of glorious red juices.

The trench, over time, filled up with water - for there was a small spring deep beneath the tree. And the waters eroded the trench further until the tree was surrounded on all sides by a mystic pool, which exuded an alluring fragrance. These waters glistened with purity, and though The Bard felt no thirst he drank from the pool often. And he was the wiser and more powerful for it.

The grey stone ground of the Chronos heartlands also underwent a change, for there grew upon it strange crystals of all colours and shapes. They were slow-growing things and exuded a mighty aura which affected everything in the heartlands. It was almost as though the crystals were alive. With the eons that passed by, no corner of the heartlands was left without crystals. They grew around the base of the great Cube, and they grew close to the pool also, though there was a perimeter near its shores which the crystals never crossed.

A single spider had made its web in the cherry tree, and as the aura of the crystals and the pool intermingled in the air and entered her, she became pregnant and gave birth to hundreds of younglings, who scattered and fell into the pool. Bloated to terrifying sizes, the babies left the pool and scattered through the Chronos heartlands. Though they little realised it, the pool had imbued their silk with near magical strength, and given them the ability to produce it in tremendous amounts. Vowzra harvested some of this silk and created with it a cloak for his second-born, a cloak of the spider-silk of the Chronos Silk-Spider. And he dipped it into the pool and wrapped it around The Bard, and the demigod disappeared from sight and the senses of lesser beings.

Even as this happened, Vowzra had not been idle, for he had been upon Galbar and created, as was his duty. There rose an enormous mountain - the single tallest mountain on Galbar. It would be known to the inhabitants of the Utmost North as 'the Solitary Mount'. Upon the mount he cast a divine mist which coagulated upon itself and created a great Whirlpool of Space and Time: a gateway to Chronos atop the highest mountain on Chronos. A single Chronos Silk-Spider was summoned and moulded into the shape of a man, and there he sat, the Guardian of the Gate, beside the Whirlpool, guarding it for all time. And even as he sat, the Whirlpool solidified into a rock and would not open until the Guardian willed it.

In the Utmost North, where the loyal bears yet dwelled, Vowzra planted a single seed and there grew a great tree. And from the same root, there grew many other trunks and the roots travelled in the earth until they covered the entire north. A forest of a tree. Not too far south from the forest-tree, there sprouted another such tree, and a great jungle was formed. In the northern forest-tree, the great bears evolved and grew. Their brains evolved and their bodies grew more powerful, and rather than walking on four legs, they stood up straight and walked upon two. And their fur grew powerful and their bodies mingled, over the many centuries, with the strange magic of the great forest-tree, whose epicentre they knew as Old Bark-Skin. And it was around Old Bark-Skin that most of the Treeminds chose to live. Powerful guardians of the Utmost North, of Old Bark-Skin, and of the Solitary Mount – all which they held sacred.

No Longer Canon

In the jungle-tree another race grew. From various apes which stalked the forest, there evolved a species of homo sapiens: Homo Sapien Garinthus. The garinths were in every way superior to their human cousins; the least intelligent of them was just above the average for humans, and their strength – which varied depending on race – was leagues and bounds beyond what normal hain and humans could achieve. The garinths and the Treeminds lived in the forest-tree and the jungle-tree, there they evolved and there they would remain; the natural guardians of the Utmost North and the gate to the realms of Time.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Lifprasil right now

@poog the pig

Lif: Rule Galbar, they said. It'll be fun, they said.

Ban Ki Moon: Be Secretary General, they said. Change the world, they said.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Ah, just in Time