Lady Selune

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The World Unravelled: A God RP

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A new deity, even as the old awoke. Anacahe was the next to wake, and whilst there was little lost between the pair, it was always pleasant to see one of the originals still around. Then there was a rush of them. Nyrea, Amp, Legio, the whole lot Perillian took a deep breath, perhaps her thoughts had been unfou- No. No, no no. She held a hand up to her head, pushing away the hair that was there and causing her to stumble back a little, recoiling in shock. Sandrimor?! Of all the people she could have thought to have faded, that was… Not at all correct. How had he, one of the most powerful of them, been taken? She looked to the rest as they awoke, and then ‘sat down,’ taking a moment to process this.

“How did… You form so fast then?” The forgemistress turned to the new deity, the strange… Blob of tendrils and tentacles that was apparently one of them now. Things had changed a lot between the first three cycles and the latter ones it seemed, since most of the first ones had looked like the primordial elves… Or humans, like her and Legio. She shook her head out a little, letting her hair tumble around her, and then she cleared her throat.

“I think we should head to the throne room. If nothing else it seems… Symbolic to go there to usher in this leaderless age.” She looked around, looking for anyone who would disagree, and then held her hands out, pushing hard. Out of the nothingness two large bronze doors appeared, slammed open by her action. The inside formed itself quickly, and she stepped through, looking at the hall.

This room… She remembered at the end of the last cycle when all the gods had been here, along with some of the best of their mortals, celebrating the end of days. With Sandrimor on the throne, the room lively and decorated. Not this… Bleak, coldness it held now. Tiered flooring lead to a series of seats along either side of the hall, and her greatest creation sat in the middle. The Throne of Kings.

It had taken her an astonishingly long time. Every inch of it had been refined into perfection- tuned to a single atom in order to make it as pleasing as it could be. It wove together colours and symbols that normally would never fit- golds and silvers, reds and blues and whites and greens and every other colour, each one swirling and mixing across the surface like clouds on a windless day. At its back, just above where the monarch’s head would rest was the series of indents that would fit the various Cores that the gods held with them.

“So… What do we do now?” She turned around and looked at the rest of the gods, sitting down on one of the chairs. There was plenty to do… But they had plenty of time so it wasn’t like there was any need for urgency.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

To let folks know, @Sadko and I are working on a collab post.

Describe something poorly and let the person below figure it out

@The Nexerus

Wrong, yours is Paranormal Activity.

Book: After the apocalypse, two humans must survive in space.

Describe something poorly and let the person below figure it out

Alien? Probably not, doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me.

Film:

Religious extremists band together in order to launch a deadly attack on a military superweapon.

Describe something poorly and let the person below figure it out

@Quote5
It was actually Starship Troopers

Metroid.

Book:

Ripoff Europe meets ripoff incest.

Describe something poorly and let the person below figure it out

Starbound. Or space engineers

Film:

Latino teenagers learn how to become pest exterminators.

Describe something poorly and let the person below figure it out

Dead simple forum game. Describe something, anything in the shittiest way possible, with only a quick genre definer so that it's not impossible to get, then see if they get it. I'll start us off with the following.

Video game:

Repeatedly get frustrated at people in your way in a fantasy world because they did it again.

The World Unravelled: A God RP

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She awoke.

She stretched out, feeling her form return to her after so long asleep. She let her legs and her arms stretch out, her neck cricking as it felt itself form again. Ripples burst along her skin, the marks that she had etched so long ago returning to the surface. Fingers, toes, ears... She was whole again.

She straightened herself, feet landing on a surface that only she could walk upon. Around her swirled detritus and debris from what had been around her- her arms and her tools. Holding out a hand, palm reaching to the ether, she watched as it swirled and coalesced into a ball of mixed metals. She squeezed down, her fingers bending and crushing it into a ridged pancake, and then she looked down at the word below her. Undefiled. New. With a slight childish glee she threw the metal forward, watching as it began to heat and burn. It vanished, burned up brightly, but that didn't matter to her.

Her hand extended again, palm raised up. Another ball, this one smoother, ticking and whirring in her hands formed itself. She looked at her Core with satisfaction, nodding slowly to herself. The machinery clicked a few more times in her hand as she examined it for any blemishes or changes, but it seemed the same as it had always been. Turning away, she examined the shapes around her. The gods that had yet to wake, but would no doubt be doing so soon. She was the first then. Excellent, it gave her a little time.

Her Core slipped away once more, and she placed her hand flat against nothing. Carefully, she pushed her middle finger forward, feeling it glide through a seemingly thick substance, and then burst through. Her index followed, then her ring and lastly her pinky and thumb. Clenching hard, she yanked the nothingness aside, pulling apart an entrance to a new realm. This would be her domain. Already her sheer presence had caused it to be influenced, the walls shaping themselves into her preferred positioning. Metals rising out of nothing, stockpiles preparing herself. Everything would be ready... Apart from the spark.

The forges had to be lit. The constructs had to be made. She walked through the forming halls, a distant chugging starting up, but it was... Cold. Dead. Empty. She already missed the last cycle, where the forges were roaring, the gnomes were tinkering and the noise was that comforting, blanket-like deafening. Here it was everything she had come to know, or rather, it would be everything she had come to know, but there was nothing of the familiar about it.

Even the Forge... She sighed. It was all there. The twin figures standing over the great altar-come-anvil. The onyx staircase twirling around and up, the rivulets to direct the magma wherever she pleased. The walls themselves were forming jagged and rough as they always were, but the flames were not here. There was no direct blast, no sheer intensity that defied what most considered reasonable. It was... Dull. Remarkably dull. Placing her core carefully down in the centre of the Forge, she returned back through the halls and outside, into the realm where the world hung below them, staring around at the others. She counted them carefully, but each time came up with a different number. Was there a new God? If so, had anyone Faded away?

She examined them again, as carefully as possible, and felt something grow in her stomach. Something that Gods did not often feel. Something, someone was missing, and they should not be missing. Only time, it seemed, would tell who exactly it would be, but she knew deep down that it would not be someone forgettable. Anacahe jumped to mind- but she didn't quite believe that death could die. Perhaps Novissime then. Yes, it would be her. One of the original Forebearers, and yet she felt no real issue at her Fading.

The others were awakening now though. She would have to greet them.

The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

@POOHEAD189
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