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Mass Effect: Insurrection

David Fletchers

Name: David Fletchers
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Class: Adept
Weapons: M-8 Avenger, modified with Light Materials
Equipment:
- Mnemonic Visor
- Serrice Council custom Chestplate
- Rosenkov Greaves, gauntlets & shoulder plates
- Omni-tool
- Polaris Bio-amp

Abilities/Powers:
-Biotic Pull
-Biotic Throw
-Singularity
-Warp
-Dark Sphere

History: Some children are born into greatness. Mostly through influential parents and a life plan that is older than they are. They become great scientists, diplomates or glorious warriors. Sometimes though, destiny blesses an ordinary child on an ordinary world. Harya was never special. It wasn't the first human colony, nor one the furthest or the closest to earth. It doesn't have an overabundance of resources nor a true stunning natural beauty that cannot be found elsewhere. It was so insignificant that not even the Collectors thought about attacking it. In fact, the only moment the place was threatened was when the Reapers attacked and the evacuation happened swiftly.

On this seemingly calm, average planet a boy was born. David Fletchers. Born from two biotic parents, he too would have obvious biotic powers. But it went further than that. As a kid he was intrigued by the Collectors and the Protheans. Especially their history of biotics. When he was old enough, David went to Grissom Academy and participate in the Ascension Project. It was renewed after the Reaper War as its effectiveness was proven time and time again during said War.

He excelled in his biotic mastery and many other courses. Though he failed several technological classes. Never the less, he was a clear prodigy when it came to biotics. While maybe not a great leader, he was definitely a great fighter. This earned him a special right: to participate in the Thessia College Exchange Program (or TCEP). David, at age 19, travelled to Thessia and was utterly stunned by its beauty. He stayed there for a year, soaking up the Asari knowledge and culture.

Even though the Ascension project kept its civil side, it also carries its legacy from the Reaper War. When the students joined the war effort and created a makeshift company. With little real military training, the students turned soldiers proved to be very effective in combat. Especially as they rained black matter death upon the battlefield. After the war, the company became official and was named the 86th company. Which specialized in biotic warfare. After his graduation it just felt natural to enter this company.

The 86th was now often deployed on search & destroy missions in lawless space, on the fringe of Alliance space. Batarians slavers and pirates, despite their drop in population, began their slave trade once again some fifty years ago. As their previous generations did, they hid on asteroid bases or uncolonized planets. This meant that whoever chased them, had to adapt to a multitude of environments. The 86th brought a lethal combination of constant counter-guerrilla warfare and immense displays of power to destroy any hide-out found. It got so bad for the slavers that they hired Blood Pack mercenaries in an attempt to fight back against the 86th. The 86th and especially David’s squad wasn’t afraid at all. This lead to a rather unfortunate incident between David, a charging Krogan and a concrete wall.

Even though large parts of the mercenaries were neutralized, David had to rotate out with several broken ribs, a broken arm and a fractured femur. He did make a full recovery, yet opted not to rejoin the 86th. Instead he applied for C-Sec. Before he could join though, the Human Ambassador found him and his track record, especially the exchange program with Thessia intriguing to say the least. Quickly realizing the diplomatic advantage he could get from it, he appointed David to his personal security detail. Yet the shrewd man gave him plenty of time to maintain his close relationship with the many Asari from his College of Thessia days.

Personality: Smart, capable and somewhat charismatic, David feels at home amongst the higher echelons of society. Especially during his tenure at Thessia College he developed a refined sense of beauty. On top of that, his military service added a healthy respect for power. As well as a fair dose of discipline in his otherwise loosely controlled life. Unlike men who served, David does not feel odd or out of place amongst the Citadel’s diplomates. In fact, he will actively engage in political and cultural discussions. This, sadly, has made him quite snobbish. David certainly feels that, in an social setting, he is better than most of C-Sec. Though that sense of superiority quickly vanishes when battle erupts. In combat only power matters and this he knows.

When ready to fight, David is quite different from his social self. He’s quiet and waits for his orders. Barely questions them and will do everything to fulfill the order. His loyalty and ability cannot be questioned here. Though he won’t often show initiative beyond his given orders.

Still a bit of a WIP. I want to expand the personality section.

Mass Effect: Insurrection

I'm down for this. Probably going to make a human biotic adept. Or vanguard. I'm not sure yet.

Godspeed!

Uthum, the Sleeping God

Uthum had never ventured far from the desert. A strange anxiousness kept him there. A desire to see how these Fae would evolve the usage of mana. They did not disappoint. The original warriors quickly spread the their ‘knowledge’ and belief. Many spears and wicker shields were carved. At night you could see the gentle, blue light of the converging mana being channeled through a primal war or a bright flash of a bolt thrown. Above all else, there have been no accidents yet. Nothing instilled more fear than an accident. And fear was the start of rejection. With somewhat renewed hope, some Fae families began their long march through the blazing desert. Having faith that they would find land beyond it.

Uthum had observed the Fae for a long time and even warded them from the greatest of perils. Though he was sad no new runes were brought into effect. Not for a lack of trying. Some Fae had spent night and day drawing figures in the sand. Intrigued he had watched from afar. But their faith was brittle and shortcoming. Someday a great enough leader would convince the others of another glyph maybe. But Uthum got a little impatient.

He spotted a family, a simple one, that tried to cross the desert. From the markings on his shield, Uthum saw that the father had experimented with the glyphs. The children were yet young and changeable without causing too much trauma. As for the adults, well they’d survive with a memory of pain maybe. But it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

The Oedon family were never ones to sit by until something happened. They had fought in the war, saw their heroes and leaders die and were one of the first to have discovered the oasis. Now they once again marched forth. Hoping to find a new future. Keitan was the eldest and the leader of the family. With boltspear and wardshield he vowed to protect his little group of people. Between him and his beautiful wife Aia, they had willed no less than five children into this world. All strong and healthy. Just like her husband, she walked armed and ready to fight against whatever foulness would attack them. So when they saw a strange figure approach them from beyond the distant dunes, they were very alert.

The creature was not of this place, that they both knew. Immediately the children hid behind their parents. Two wards formed before the shields. Then joined as one. The creature, dressed in strange robes and with mystical looking halo behind him, merely waved. “What an interesting development!” he yelled. But why? “You can join your wards? It must be because of your unity. Ah, wonderful! At least there is a bit of deviance!” The creature shouted from afar. Both Keitan and Aia deemed him quite mad. No words needed to be spoken. Keitan prepared his boltspear and released its energy. But the creature, instead of going down, merely deflected the bolt. “Oh, that one felt a lot sharper.” The creature shrugged off. Aia threw another but once again the creature deflected it. He now stood before the ward. Both adults felt rather safe behind it. But kept their wits and voice to themselves.

“I will need you to lower this.” The creature said in an overly friendly tone. But he was no friend. Not one they recognized at least. “Very well.” With the touch of a single, clawed finger the ward, first an ever swirling vortex froze in place and shattered like ice. Keitan and Aia both took a step back. Surprised but ready to fight. Uthum though, was less than impressed. Instead he just reached out with his mind, through the mana and forced the family into a joined consciousness.

They all floated in an infinite blackness, with in the distance a sun burning and illuminating only them. A place formed from a half forgotten memory. “We can talk more freely here. In fact, we can show our thoughts so much clearer. To prove his point, Uthum conjured up the memory of him gifting the first two glyphs. Below them sand appeared. Upon it the warriors, practicing their magic. “I am Uthum, God of Magic. I have given your kin a minor gift before.” The aura’s around the Fae changed from cautious to happy in an instant. They knew they could believe him, somehow.

“I am Keitan of Oedon. This is my wife Aia and our children, Histvich, Atron and Mordrem. We are in search for a new land. A safe land against our corrupted kin. A place where we can live once more.” The Fae father introduced himself with great pride.

“Well met, Keitan of Oedon. I have observed you and your family for some time now. You have mastered the primal war and bolt very quickly indeed. I wish I could talk for longer. But there are tasks to be carried out and no time to spare. Keitan of Oedon. Aia of Oedon. I will bless and make you mine. Not divine, but a power more free will course through you. Be part of you. In return, you will except your tasks and duties I give you.”

The family knew they could refuse the gift. Uthum was not a scornful god. But never the less they all had a great sense of ambition. Despite the loss of so many great leaders in the war. They all bowed in sight of the distant, imagined sun. “Then let us begin.”

When the Fae awake, their bodies had changed. Thick blue lines coursed through them like arteries. It pulsed faintly with every thought they had. For a moment they merely observed their own and eachothers enhanced form and the unique markings on each of them. Then Uthum spoke once more. “Mana is now part of you. It will adhere to your instincts, your wishes, your very thoughts. I name you the Cult of Oedon and now I give you your first task. Return to your kin and guide them. Teach them while your own powers grow. Make them shape the world around them through the glyphs you will discover for them. I must leave now. I grow weary and must rust. But do not tally. I may return soon.”

Might & Miracles

Start Level 2 God of Magic (Mana), 1 Might, 3 Miracles
1 Might – Create Order: Cult of Oedon

End Status:
0 Might, 3 Miracles
0.25/4 Might spent

Prestige

Cult of Oedon
+1 prestige – Played a minor roll

End Status:
1 Prestige

Summery

Uthum finds a family in the desert that have mastered his two spells. They try to fend him off but he pulls them into a joined consciousness. Where he explains that he wants to bless them. They accept the blessing and form an order: the Cult of Oedon. Then they are tasked with guiding their kin through magical discovery.

Godspeed!

Still here, will post later today.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Keregar

Warlord of Kereg-Kor, Husband of Xaelia_@Ellion and Nadia_@Vesuvius00
Interacting with: His brides

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Varzar hated himself as he watched the hand that slapped Nadia as if it wasn’t even his own. But it was. It was his action and now he did it, he felt disgusted. Not by the act alone. Which had appalled him even before he hit Nadia’s skin. No, it was the temporary rush. The horrible power he felt. It was the realization of power. How he could just slap someone with barely a consequence and how good it felt.

The guilt that came afterward hit him hard. Like a hand gripped his heart and tried to crush it. He walked backward, trying to get some distance form Nadia as Xaelia came rushing to her side. Though not fast enough as Xaelia’s berries stained his tunic. Not that he cared. Not right now he just wanted to hug Nadia and tell her he’s sorry. But he couldn’t. Not with the promise his father made.

Xaelia’s following rant fell on mostly hollow ears. Varzar was utterly zoned out, redrawn into his own thoughts. Everything sounded and even looked so unimportant. Everything except for Nadia’s red-hot cheek. But Xaelia’s rant continued and words finally broke through. ‘leave’. Should he leave? He wanted to. Right now he just wanted to vanish in thin air. But Nadia’s intervention just made it worse. His mother… she was crying. She was frantically trying to understand what he did. But how could she!? She was a Gem and he a Drakkan. This would be how it would always go. Then the egg hit him. Somehow pulling him out of his dazed state. The next egg he caught in his hands. For a moment fury overtook him.

“Would you stop it!” He yelled at Xaelia. A blazing fire ignited in his eyes as he crushed the egg in his hand. But as soon as it appeared, it vanished again. “I-I… did what I had to.” His words were comforting himself a whole lot more probably. “I’m sorry… You just wore the wrong clothes and… and you have to learn.” He seemed to tell himself that more than Nadia. Heart-wrenching guilt overtook him. What could he do now? Even if he came closer they’d never trust him. But at least he upheld his end of the deal. Never the less he couldn’t stand the sight of them anymore. It made him remember what he just did. It made him sick. So he did what his dad always did. “You eat. I-I have something to do.” He said before vanishing into some small side door. Down a dark hall he went, then a damp staircase into the cellar. It was filled with cobwebs older than he was and spiders as big as his hand. Maybe he was too young. But he didn’t care. The heart retching feeling didn’t go away. So he grabbed some dusty bottle, its label literally faded away, and cracked it open.

Upstairs, in the kitchen, the Gems were given just a few moments of respite when the door to the kitchen opened. In came Kieran. “What… do we have here.” He said a little too excited. He licked his lips at the sight of Nadia as if he was smelling the most delicious piece of meat in the entire world. “All alone? Did little brother run off? No… don’t tell me. Let’s not ruin the fun…” He then saw Xaelia. Who looked red with anger. “Oh my… maybe he scorned you. Were you jealous when he preferred the gentle Gem?” he teased her. Moving towards her. “No worries. I can make you feel better.”

Godspeed!

Uthum, the Sleeping God

Uthum had watched the Unsullied march through the desert for some time now. He knew he should feel something. Empathy, maybe? But he felt nothing and while he was excited to find mortals, it did not feel the same as finding people. It was as if he found a long lost toy. None the less he observed the race. Many died in the desert, returning to Dust as their soul could not bear living another day. They reached an oasis but it did only little to easy their wounds. The race was harmed in its very core.

The god of magic did not want to reveal his existence to the wide public just yet. Instead, under the cloak of night he descended. A small group of supposed warriors had taken it upon themselves to patrol through the sands. Uthum quickly befell them. With a quick flick of his hand the mana gathered around the warriors. Before they knew it they were asleep, encased in crystalline mana which began to float behind Uthum. Who took his experiments towards some more remote region of the desert. Where, under the early morning sun, he released them.

Their instincts were sharp, at least, as all three warriors immediately levelled their spears towards him and held their wicker shields high. Though there was fear in their eyes. Uthum didn’t want to ask. He did not have the time for it. So instead he reached out towards one of the warrior’s mind and wretched his story from his thoughts.

It was a tale filled with happiness, laughter but then betrayal, war and death. Yet Uthum still felt nothing. Not an ounce of pity. Instead his mind pulled him towards the strange, dangerous bolts their corrupted kin flung at them. Such devastating magic and it was clear it was not mana. What god had given a mortal race access to magic already? And why did he make it so crude? He made a mental note of it and then moved on.

“Welcome. You are the first of your kind to learn how to harness my gift.” The creatures did not budge. Instead they kept their spears pointed at him. “This gift is mana. And from what I saw… it may help you out in your future war.” The warriors looked at each other. Visibly confused. “Against your darker kin. You might be broken now but there will be a time of vengeance. There always has been.” Uthum said in a rather uncaring way. “Anyway, on too the important subjects. This strange magic your dark kin has, you can defend yourself against it. Give me your shield.” Uthum said. But none of the warriors offered it to him. Rather annoyed with their tardiness in obeying his commands, he commanded the mana around him to whip up the sands. Around the god and the three warriors all sand was whipped up into a swirling frenzy. When he lowered his hand, the storm vanished as quickly as it appeared. “If I wanted to kill, you’d be dead. Now give me your shield.”

Uthum knew that any primal race would not be able to harness pure mana just like that. Mortals needed a framework. A method or a ritual. So on the wicker shield he just got he used his magic to lightly carve arrow heads from inside out in a spiral shape. The task was quickly completed. “Now hold that up.” He said as he handed the wicker shield back. Still confused but also frightened the warrior upheld the wicker shield. “A ward will spawn… a sort of magical.. well, shield. You just have to believe it. You have to want it. Those signs will help you.” Except they wouldn’t. The mana did not recognize those signs and the belief of the warrior was lacking to say the least. But the god of magic gave mana a little nudge. Soon a translucent, light blue vortex formed over the shield. Spiraling outwards. “Yes, good! Now hold that.” Uthum said as he gathered a small concentration of mana in the palm of his hand. “You two, watch.” He ordered to the other warriors. He flung the bolt of mana. Upon impact the mana was thrown outwards. Away from the shield. “Yes! Yes! Again!” Uthum exclaimed a she flung another bolt. Then another. Each one caught by the vortex and harmlessly dispelled. Then, before the shielded warrior could even see it, he flung another bolt. One with the color of their corrupted kin’s magic. The two others could only gasp, knowing their friend was dead. But he wasn’t. The bolt impacted and in a majestic spectacle of color the bolt’s energy spiraled away.

He kept them with him for the entire day. Making them practice the vortex ward until they could make a small one without his secret help. The very next day he taught them another set of glyphs: a curved line with a line straight through the curve. Behind it were three arrow heads pointing towards the curved line. “You kin can throw energy from a distance. This will let you do the same.” It was difficult to carve the glyphs into their spears. But they managed it. And to Uthum’s surprise, he barely had to help them. They began to believe that with every thrust a bolt of light blue energy would shoot off from the tip of their spear. Gleefully Uthum watched as they threw their bolts around. That night, when they fell asleep he cocooned them once more in crystalline mana and transported them back to the vicinity of their camp. Rather content he watched down from the night skies. The first seeds of magic had been planted.

But now he had other things to worry about. He continued his journey until he found the land of the darkened kin. The land itself looked like it had suffered under the presence of these corrupted kin. He found a few, also patrolling and flew down. Just like the first band, they upheld their weapons. “Easy now. That is no way to greet a god.” Uthum said.

But these people clearly did not fear him like the previous did. “You are not perfected. Therefor you are an enemy. Go, get your gift from Larwen. If you’re worthy, he might give it to you.” The leader, a female, said. Her stance were defiant and certain. As if she knew she was above him. Despite being nothing but a mere mortal.

This took Uthum a little off guard. Who was this creature, that she would speak so bluntly to a god. The mana around them thickened as uthum’s mood worsened. “You would dare threaten a God!”

The corrupted kin, in turn, gathered their magic and flung it at Uthum. Who caught in the palm of his hand. Even now he could feel the corrupting energy eating away at his mana barrier. This did command some respect, as he observed the energy. “What do you call this?”

“Corr magic. It is a gift from Larwen, God of Perfection.” The dark kin answered, still with a hint of defiance. Though she looked a lot more defensive now. As if she realized that this was not a normal being she had encountered.
“It so… strange. You don’t actually understand this do you? I can feel the soul within. So reckless. It’s just so.. flawed.” Uthum let the energy flow around his arm. Still protecting himself with a barrier. It was magical in nature. That was for sure. But not normal magic. It contained a hunger, a need to transform. Uthum guessed it wanted to ‘perfect’.

“It is not flawed! It is a gift! A perfect gift!” the corrupted ones exclaimed.

“Perfect? This? Far from it. It is simple. Right now its sole purpose is to be a weapon. It’s meant to kill.” But he was still the god of magic. And whatever this was, it was still magic. Uthum clenched his fist and the mana crushed the energy. Shattering it in a thousand pieces. “Yet it holds potential for great and terrible things. Impossible things. Wonderful things. It could even reverse its sins. Maybe in the future I will change it and show you. But for now, begone.” With his final word mana took a hold of the Corrupted Fae and flung them away, into the air. Though with their wings, they could land again safely. But once they touched the ground again, Uthum was long gone.

Might & Miracles

Start Level 2 God of Magic (Mana), 2 Might, 0 Miracles
1 Might – Create 4 Miracles
1 Miracle – Teach magic framework: Glyphs
Portfolio action – Teach spell: primal mana vortex
Portfolio action – Teach spell: primal mana bolt

End Status:
1 Might, 3 Miracles
0.25/4 Might spent

Summary

Uthum finds the Unsullied Fae in the dessert and kidnaps three of their warriors. He tells them that through certain glyphs they can use magic and then proceeds to teach them two arrays of glyphs, each a spell. Primal mana ward and primal mana bolt. He then delivers them back to their camp.

After that he pays the Perfected Fae a visit and learns of Corr Magic. He does not give them a methode to use Mana, as he believes they would not appreciate or even use the gift.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Keregar

Warlord of Kereg-Kor, Husband of Xaelia_@Ellion and Nadia_@Vesuvius00
Interacting with: Xaelia_@Ellion, Nadia_@Vesuvius00 and Ineraz_@SilverPaw

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Keregar looked up when the door opened. His brides stepped out, but Nadia was still dressed in her night clothes. He’d yell at her but remembered his promise to his son. Who now was having an actual, proper fight. Even though the twin had mass and strength on his side, Varzar dodged the massive hammer blows with grace. He fought with what he had. It almost made Keregar smile. What made the smile vanish was Kieran, who would rose up before the Gems. Keregar quickly put a foot on his back, pushing him down. “Down boy, down.” Hatred was carved on his face. But defeated by the sheer force of his father, he kept doing setups.

The fact that Nadia asked and held Xaelia’s hand did not go unnoticed by Keregar. It would seem the less rebellious Gem was getting over her fear. That was good. Xaelia on the other hand, still had a mark below her eye from where he struck her. “You’ve missed it. But I can make an exception for once. Varzar!” The smallest Drakkan had just dodged a blow that shook the very earth and turned towards his father: “Yes?” Right then, the twin swiftly lifted his hammer again and made it crash down. Though Varzar just took a simple step backwards, let the hammer smash an inch from his feet and put his blade against the exposed neck of his brother. “Father is speaking.” He said, trying to fake a coldness. He had seen the Gems come outside and a shiver had gone through his body. Maybe there was truth in what his father said.

“The Gems are hungry. Give them something to eat.” Keregar certainly felt the need to test his son’s conviction. The young Drakkan looked at Xaelia, with her painful mark and then to Nadia, dressed rather wrongfully for the occasion. “Yes father.” He said rather dutifully as he approached the Gems and put his weapons on a rack. Keregar turned to Kieran, below him. “You. Fist fight with Herstvich.” Kieran dropped down into the mud, turned around and looked with wide eyed at Keregar. “What!? You have to be joking.” Keregar did not like his tone. Rather forcefully he picked pulled Kieran up from the mud. “Do you see me smiling boy? Get a move on!” He almost threw Kieran at the twin. Who already discarded his hammer and was taking off his shirt. Grinning from ear to ear. He made fists, revealing the white scar tissue on his knuckles. Kieran was rather reluctant to approach him. Before the Gems could go back inside with Varzar, Keregar did yell: “And Nadia. We will be leaving for the market at noon. Make sure you wear something right for the occasion. Or you won’t be wearing anything for a week.”

Varzar, was already leading the Gems back inside as he saw his brother wrap his knuckles. It wouldn’t have a pretty ending. He wanted to feel happy. Kieran was getting beat up. But he couldn’t. He remained silent. Another attempt to seem cold towards the Gems. Though his heart yearned for some warmth. They entered the kitchen. There were loaves of tough, black bread, cold bacon and eggs, cheese that would break weak teeth and only a light ale to drink. Slowly they entered the room. Varzar, staying in front of the two Gems swallowed deeply. His father expected it now. “Sorry.” He whispered. With a fluid motion he pulled off his glove, turned around and slapped Nadia in the face.

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Far away from the estate, a small, light but quick Drakkan made its way through the busy, winding streets. Clutching a scroll to his chest. He was cloaked but kept a seal in his hand at all times. Eventually he reached his destination: the Evernarth estate. He knocked on the door and a guard answered. Before the much larger Drakkan could even ask, the Drakkan held out a the seal of Kereg-Kor and pushed a scroll in the guard’s hand. “For Ineraz Evrenarth only.” He said. Before the guard could ask any questions he turned around and went back to the street and vanished in the crowd.

The letter:

Hunter

Your exploits have reached the ears of my distant keep. It is rare that a hunter gathers so much renown at such a young age. It speaks of more than talent. You have intrigued me, Ineraz. Today I will be visiting the market with my Gems. I would have us meet.

Warlord of Kereg-Kor
Keregar

Godspeed!

Uthum, the Sleeping God

&


Level 3 Goddess of The Supernatural (Soul)

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With the matter of the solution starting to be dealt with, Kap Gam decided to investigate what could possibly have started the issue on the first place, to better understand what she would be dealing with and to prepare for any future trouble that might happen. Looking again at the map, she pinpointed the world axis and quickly left Locus Amoenus towards the location, first crossing the continent then dipping under the ocean.

At a first sight, the area did not seem to be out of the ordinary for something deep on the sea, located in a crater valley, the region seemed, from the surface, normal, but as the goddess went deeper, towards the sea floor, she started to notice something was odd and wrong. Even simple observation would denounce it, the sediments were too young for this untouched world, as if something had recently stirred up in the region, but what the goddess saw was different, it was as if the land had a beating heart full of energy, it emanated a strong aura.

Almost without thinking, she landed on the seafloor, and knelt, touching the ground beneath her with one hand, trying to understand what laid under that area, and, not entirely accidentally, cause whatever was under there to react with an influx of resonance.

Uthum had been dreaming. Dreaming of lines and change, of blood and suffering and even of death. He rarely moved within the mana that was still flowing from him. It was a dense substance now, pushed up against the walls of his tomb. Slowly vibrating. Then another god came. Like a cry for help the mana vibrated harder and harder. She was coming! Maybe she could free its god! The mana began to push against the ceiling. The rocks it had ones sealed above it now began to crack as the mystical energy pushed up against it. Crying out to the goddess on the other side for help. All the while Uthum remained in slumber, floating within his tomb.

The goddess felt the energy answering, something on its aura was wrong, almost desperate. She wondered what to do, if she were to wait a few years she would have the fae workforce to dig a hole in that ocean, but that seemed cruel. It seemed the resonance was helping the power beneath to activate, so perhaps, a bit more would cause a reaction strong enough to free whatever was beneath. She took a moment to focus, and once again tried to use resonance to reach the entity.

She answered! She was there! The mana pushed harder. Clawing at the rocks now. Stone fell down through the mana. The resonance of the goddess helped. The ceiling began to collapse. Above, in the water sand began to billow up as the stone below it was sinking. All around Uthum stones fell. Though the mana made sure to protect its god. It pushed and pushed until finally the first cracks began to form above. Blue light began to pour through the fissures but the mana refused to escape through it. It kept pushing directly under the goddess that was helping it. The glowing fissures grew and pillars of light emerged. Finally the mana pushed up. Exploding the rocks above it as a pure, bright, blue pillar of light shot upwards. Slowly the sleeping god was pulled upwards. Kept in its suspension while he was raised from the deep. The pillar reached above the waves and into the sky. Around it a dangerous maelstrom raged. The ocean swirled around while dark clouds gathered above and around the pillar of light. Mana shot up from the top like a fountain and as water it flowed over the world. Finally, when Uthum was above the waves the pillar of mana shattered and Uthum awakened. Levitating over the sea. For a moment he was awestruck as the ocean calmed down.

The goddess noticed the cracks underneath her feet and the aura she felt strengthening and getting closer to where she was. One of the relics on her body shone red and her face actually showed surprised and conviction, ichor beating fast as she swirled away from the erupting chaos with a mix of grace and haste. She was on the surface to watch the energies spreading around the world, forming something better described as an atmospheric storm.

Seemed like she had found what had caused so much trouble, though now the forces were released evenly across the planet, the damage it had done to the structure of the world would be permanent to her creation, so she was not yet free from the burden of correcting the flow of the mycellium.

Calmly, she floated towards the god floating over the ocean. Just now noticing the energy was not simply an universal mechanic but a deity of its own. "Who are you?" she questioned, back to her passive face and tone.

Uthum turned to face Kap Gam. Her appearance was not entirely unfamiliar. Yet at the same time his instincts told him this was no mere oddly dressed human. He just knew that this was a god. He also knew he was a god too. “I am… Uthum, God of Magic.” He answered very carefully. Speaking my vibrating the air around him rather that straight up talking. How he knew he was the God of Magic, he could not say and it did not matter. As the mana swirled around him for a moment when he said the words. Confirmation enough for his claim he thought. “And who might you be?”

Kap Gam did not take as much time to realize it was indeed a god that she saw, usually, simply floating among a maelstrom of energies was a good indicator, but the deity also had an odd, otherworldly look to it. Neither entirely human nor entirely not, uncanny in a sense. "I am Kap Gam, goddess of Souls." she explained calmly. "This energy that was freed with you, what is it?" she asked, it was a bit late to stop it from spreading, so she hoped for it to not be noxious.

“Goddess of Souls?” Uthum observed her. Not just with the senses he was familiar with. His new gained godhood let him see and feel beyond what any mortal could. And his divine senses confirmed her claim. She was most certainly a goddess. “The energy?” he asked rather confused. Then he realized it. “Mana, you mean!” Happy that the substance he loved so much was here too he outstretched his arm. The mana, normally barely visible to the eye converged around him and flowed around his arm as tiny particles of shimmering lights before disappearing again. “It’s the definition of limitless possibilities. I… can’t quite explain it. But it manifests itself through will and belief. You can try it yourself! Just reach out to it and enact your will upon it!” He didn’t actually know if the mana would heed her command. Which was why he was so excited.

"Mana, huh?" she wondered, it was an interesting idea, divine-like energy, free of form, that would change itself to thought, even mortal thought. She would be optimistic about such thing if she was not so weathered. "I can use it too? Let me try." she extended her hand, calling Mana towards her, making a bird out of it, which landed on her arm. Unlike the Fae, it was not alive, it was merely an echo of what she was thinking, as if imagination given life, a creature within her head projected into the world. As soon as she lost focus, the bird vanished into the flow. "It is a beautiful thing."

“It is! It is!” Uthum exclaimed with pure, almost childish joy as he watched the bird vanish again. Gods could manipulate his gift! Wonderful! “I intended it as a gift! For all beings!” But then a very real dread overcame him as he gazed up into the clouds. Mana was everywhere. Flowing like great, constantly changing rivers. There was too much of it moving too fast. “The mana… it’s all around.” He uttered with a now fearful voice. The god turned to Kap Gam with a strong sense of urgency: “What is the state of mortal beings in this world? Are there animals? People?” It was clear in his voice that he feared the existence of people the most.

"It would be quite a calamity if I had went with my other plan to free you, then." she nodded to herself. "Mortal are still rare, most of the world population is Fae, creatures held together by their own will, which will surely help to incorporate mana without struggle. There are a few minor species, humans, griffins, other such creatures, populations small enough they will meet Mana at their own time. Imps there are many, but the lest you have to worry about in their homeland is Mana."

Uthum was visibly panicking now. He looked around, trying to find the land. It was nowhere in sight. Normally he would be happy with a race that held itself together through pure will. They would be excellent creatures to learn his magic. But there was too much mana and he wasn’t around yet. Even worse, there were other, minor races as well. “Goddess. I must know where these Fae are. They will need my guidance.”

The goddess took a moment, then shook her head. "They are everywhere, even on the moon." she calmly explained. "You worry too much. You are not responsible for each and every mistake committed by others, those are bound to happen, what matter that your intention was not vile."

He looked upwards towards the sky, assuming the moon was beyond. “How am I going to get up there?” He mumbled to himself, utterly ignoring Kap Gam’s remark on him worrying too much. Then he looked down at his feet. “Oh right. I can fly.” It all still felt very new to him. He did listen to the rest she said. “You misunderstand. I expect mortals to make mistakes. Especially with my gift. I just don’t want them to fear it. Or invent some rigorous and dogmatic rules that would chain the mana. That is my duty as Warden of the Arcane. I must go now. I truly must. But I will not forget what you did for me. When the time comes, you can call upon any boon you desire of me. May fate bring our paths together again, Goddess of Souls.” Uthum made a courteous bow and then flew up high into the sky as he begin his search for mortals.

Might & Miracles

Uthum
Start: Level 1 God, 4 Might, 0 Miracles
1 Might - Creating vast quantities of mana over a period of time
1 Might - Through a maelstorm spread the mana across the world

End status:
2 Might, 0 Miracles
2/2 Might spent => Level up! => Level 2 God

Summary

Kap Gam decides to explore the why of the world axis being messed up.
She goes to the central point, and finds an odd energy beneath.
Bombarding the energy with resonance, she wakes up a god.
Mana escapes with the god, forming a maelstrom that spreads it around the world.
Uthum and Kap Gam talk a bit, before the former leaves to make sure mortals can deal with the mana.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Keregar

Warlord of Kereg-Kor, Husband of Xaelia_@Ellion and Nadia_@Vesuvius00
Interacting with: No one

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Varzar stood before his father’s door. His fist a mere inch from the door. Ready to knock. Yet he didn’t. As he stood frozen in place by indecisiveness a myriad of thoughts raged through his head. What would his father say? Or think? What would the punishment be? Doubt and fear was strangling his heart. He almost walked away but the tears of Nadia he saw just a few hours earlier made him turn on his heel again. “Five seconds of courage.” He told himself in his head. “Five seconds, that’s all I need.” More determined than ever he marched straight for the door, knocked and nearly pissed himself when his father immediately answered: “Enter.” All the courage fled him but he couldn’t turn away now. Slowly he opened the door and quickly closed it behind him. His father was writing a letter. It was the most serene thing Varzar had seen his father do. “what do you want, boy?”

“I’m here to talk about my mothers.” Keregar looked up from the parchment. “They’re not your mothers.” He said while dipping his quill in ink and continue writing. “Gems, then.” Varzar corrected himself as he approached the Warlord. “They’re going to die.” Keregar stern but uncaring face did not change. “I mean soon. They’re going to die soon. Neither can survive Drakka. I talked with them and-“ “And you were blinded by your youth.” Keregar dropped the quill in the ink pot and leaned backwards in his chair. “All Gems die. In a year. In five years. Maybe twenty. But they die. Always.” Varzar swallowed deeply. “No I mean… they will die soon. Kieran is already hunting one. The twins can snap them like twigs by accident!” Keregar stilled looked uncaring. “They will die and then.. I will have to-“ Varzar could control himself anymore. He tried to wipe a tear away. “Then I have to bury them- under- under the old tree.” The little Drakkan was sobbing now. “And- And I say my prayer and- and- I just can’t… dad. I can’t. Not again. I already did it. I already buried three mothers. I know they couldn’t help it. I know they broke the rules but- but I still buried them. And I still mourned them.”

Keregar let his son cry for a moment. His face was still icy cold. Though when Varzar, rather ashamed of how he looked before his father, quickly gathered himself again the Warlord spoke: “You love them too much.” Inside he was utterly disgusted. How would one of his blood get so misguided? “They are Gems. Slaves. Brides!” His temper was flaring up now. How could his own son be so stupid? So short-sighted? “You talk as if they are more than just tools. They exist to bare us children. They bore your brothers. They bore you! That is their purpose once chosen! Beyond the delivery of a child they have no use. No reason to live. Of course they die, son. They have to.” Keregar got up from behind his desk. “I may not have taught you that lesson very well. So let me teach it to you again.” Keregar leaned over his desk with both fists resting on it. “You will bury these Gems too. And the ones that come after them and the ones after that. And then, after a few centuries of burying your so-called ‘mothers’ you will bury your first bride. And then another and another. Finally you will start burying the brides of your sons. That’s a lot of deaths. If you love every single one of them, you won’t live another century. But I don’t blame you for that.” Calmer now, Keregar sat back down. “They can be dangerous, venomous creatures. They strike at your heart. Make you care.”

“Father no.” Varzar sat wide-eyed looking at his father. He just made things worse. So much worse. “No, no, no they didn’t do anything! I swear they’re just. They miss home! Like you miss home!”

His son had to learn. But Keregar couldn’t just break the care he had for his new mothers. Besides, it was true that Kieran was already on the prowl. Keregar needed his Gems to live a little longer. He needed his tools to live a little longer. Not that he really wanted another child. But in his old days, the services they provided became increasingly more enjoyable. Maybe it was a gift from Sorrak? Either way, he needed them to survive another few years. “Very well. I will ease their suffering. Maybe give them a few gifts tomorrow, from the markets.” Varzar’s eyes lit up in happiness. “But you… You will have to do something in return.” The light in his eyes vanished quickly. “You will hurt one of them.”

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When the sun rose from the horizon, the metal clash could be heard from outside. Varzar held his shield high and sword ready as one of the twins was raining down hammer blows. The other two children of Keregar was doing push-ups in the wet mud. All under supervision of the great Warlord. But he could see that his youngest was not paying as much attention as he should. His eyes kept turning to the door towards the house, and the rooms beyond. Kieran, on the other hand, had utter bitterness in his eyes. Something happened last night, everyone could see it. But only Keregar and Kieran knew exactly what had happened. For now Keregar let his gems sleep in. There was no reason to wake them.

Sol City . Modern Slice of Life RP

I'm interested! But I've never really done a true slice-of-life RP. Is there any particular knowledge I should possess before jumping in?