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Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Rune_Alchemist - I'm not gonna lie, I was gunning to eventually make Ragnagedon also a War God. One of personal combat but the gritty side of it. Nasara looks more like the noble side though correct me if I'm wrong. Alas, maybe he could pick up the War domain someday if it becomes available.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lmpkio I think they are still frozen but they won't be for much longer. I'd say Drakairos might have a moment to observe what's happening but he won't have time enough to swiftly try and kill the Arch-Dragons or the normal ones.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Legion02 Btw, remind me one more time, are you going to control the fire dragons/Arch-Dragons by any chance? Or are you going to let me do as I wish as long as I treat these arch-dragons with upmost respect?

@Lmpkio

I do intend to control the Arch-Dragons and command the fire dragons through them. However when it comes to things like killing, hitting or general fighting with the normal fire dragons: all is allowed (within reason). PS: As said a few posts earlier, a big mass of fire dragons is actually approaching. There were initially going to follow Ragnagedon but they are now drawn to the commanding aura of the Arch-Dragons.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@A Lowly Wretch - My new god. Also sorry, I've accidentially posted under the character tab which was not at all my intention!

Valen, God of Artisanship

Name: Valen
Domain: Artisanship
Appearance: Valen often appears as a common man dressed in furs, wool clothes and cloak on his shoulders. He has no physical attributes that will make him look divine. He’s often accompanied by a donkey carrying a wide array of tools. Chisels, hammers, papyrus, chalk, paint. Valen carries it all with him. A hard leather strap keeps a cylinder on his back with a great many plans for buildings, statues and other things he wants to create. While the book, on a chain hanging off his hip, contains his best attempt at wording his ideas.

Realm: Valen’s Workshop. A place impossible to reach if not with Valen’s leave, the workshop is an artisan’s dream come true. When stepping through the portal, they will arrive in a massive lobby. The carpets, beautiful with golden intricate patterns woven through them, will cover just enough of the complex mosaic floor. The walls are lined with statues of creatures, humans and scenes. From the lobby wide hallways run towards other parts of the workshop. There are studios dedicated to the chisel and hammer. Places for the creation of mosaics. Atriums for the painters. Even the woodworkers get their own place. Outside there is a garden where those of patience can meditate amid the trees as they carefully guide their growth in patterns. There is also a massive field ready to be filled with buildings and monuments.

Of course, no workshop would be complete without its helpers. Tiny wooden and stone golems run around the place. Carrying slates of all sorts of stone and pieces of wood around. These creatures cannot talk but do understand any language. They are uncreative and will take every command literal. Though they are inexhaustible and will cater to even the most neurotic precisions. The Workshop’s storage is quite literally endless so no craftsman should ever fear the lack of materials.

However, very rarely may a creation from the Workshop leave it. Only when Valen explicitly allows it. It is impossible to break this rule, as the portal that would bring one back will take away any time gained if it isn’t cleared by Valen first.

Biogrpahy: Valen is a very young god and he considers himself quite insignificant. He has little knowledge of the other gods or their machinations and prefers to keep himself out of their business as long as they do so with him. Valen prefers to wander the wilds in search for inspiration. So when he stumbles upon a tribe he can inspire them to help him create a monument. These days there are only simple humans so there are only simple monuments. Only a handful are scattered across the world and often take the shape of a single carved monolith. Never the less Valen is an excitable god when it comes down to a creation. If you offer him your help he’ll fulfill your request. Be it the creation of a temple or beautiful piece of jewelry. Even more so, he loves teaching humans and he often teaches different tribes different things to see how they’ll mingle.
Notes:
Misc: As said, Valen loves humanity and prefers them to be spared of pain and divine wrath. However, he considers himself a pacifist in all but the extreme cases. He will defend himself if he has to but do not expect to be attacked by Valen.

Put that on my Tabula

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

DISREGARD! SORRY!

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

On the dragons I do want to point out that I've specifically allowed anyone to change them but they do have a specific rule set: to change them you have to remove Ragnagedon's essence. Which in turn will render the dragon weaker but at peace. They sort of become a husk that can be filled up again with your own essence. Hence why I have no problem with Dirka's black dragon or Sveiand/Drakairos' ice dragons.

But to clarify: that deal does not extend to Arch-Dragons. While normal Verzakian Dragons are a husk containing the essence, Arch-Dragons are their essence. Meaning you can't remove one without completely destroying them. So just to make it 100% clear: you cannot change, alter, bent, corrupt or persuade an Arch-Dragon. You can only kill it. As for the killing part: I've given permission to kill three of the five Arch-Dragons so the other two can survive. Right now Dirka took those three.

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I agree upon the exhaustion rule. Hence why I'd also want Ragnagedon to retreat. I may actually edit my post to reflect the sapping of his energy as the Arch-Dragons are created.

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I have no more desire to change most what is written right now. The status quo looks acceptable: Dirka took three Arch-Dragons and two others remain. What she wants to do with those Arch-Dragons is up to her as long as it doesn't break with my wishes for them.

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Second to last (I'm nearly there folks!) I think I should just relay my ideas and goals here. Just so everyone understands why I'm writing what I'm writing (IE: Ragnagedon ignoring possibly all deities). I have no story arc for Ragnagedon. Which probably sounds so stupid in a god RP but hear me out. I have no arc for Ragnagedon but he will play important parts in my two other arcs. One arc is the Dragon Arc that just got picked up a notch. Me and Limpkio already shared certain ideas. The Dragon Arc would boil down to a conflict between the Verzakian Dragons led by the two Arch-Dragons against Drakairos. The second arc is the human Worshippers Arc. Which might be kicked up a notch after the Fear Event.

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Lastly: I'd like to make a very young god of Artisanship. One to be considered a "good" god whose sole goal is to create and craft. He'd be a quite literal guide of humanity. I hope that's okay.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Dealdric - No actually, it's still not okay. She's still utterly ignoring a focused beam of fire that would incinerate anything in its path like it's nothing. She's still somehow both capable of dodging him in the air and also capable of physically overpowering him by grabbing his tail. Which I still consider a problem as it is auto-hitting. I'm afraid I'm starting to see Dirka as quite overpowered right now.

Also, I've said you could kill the Arch-Dragons. In fact, you can still do that but they can't be corrupted and still be Arch-Dragons. Unlike normal dragons, whose essence just rests within them, Arch-Dragons ARE their essence. Basically, if she wants to corrupt, change and bent them to her will she'll have to remove the very thing that makes them what they are. I'd allow it that they revert to none-essence Verzakian Dragons. IE: weak. But you can't just make Arch-Dragons in Corrupted Arch-Dragons.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Dealdric - Things things. First, you godmodded Ragnagedon. I never gave you permission to "fling him into a storm." You never even asked or told me about it. Sorry I'm not okay with her just doing that with apparently barely any resistance. Second, there were five dragons around her. Not seven or any other number. Five and I asked not to kill more than three. The other dragons were approaching but definitely not close enough.

EDIT: Oh and I said I would only keep 2 because these Arch-Dragons are VERY powerful. So I did that out of balance reasons. It wouldn't be fair if Dirka just grabbed the 3 others. They would fight and while a god can take them on, she will actually have to fight them. Not just "blast them away".

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lmpkio and @Dealdric - Ragnagedon post is up! He's leaving the scene, back to Verzak. He did leave some 5 new Arch-Dragons suspended in mid-air. I'd like to ask that you don't kill more than 3 of them. I'll be writing up some info about them tomorrow but the short explanation is: They're far less dumb and may actually have some form of draconic "language" in their roars and screams. They also know when they're at the losing side and will flee if necessary. As for power, they're Arch-Dragons. The big wings can be used to make gusts of wind, the talons are VERY sharp and strong and meant to tear away flesh. Their scales and bones make them very hard to kill with physical attacks and their fire breathe is so powerful that a focused beam can be formed (not maintained for very long) akin to Ragnagedon's beam that can turn flammable things (like wood) into ash in an instant. They are very strong and while I think a god can certainly take them, it won't be the easiest fight they had. As for their weakness: ice is an obvious one but they won't instantly lose their power like when Sveiand did. As their internal fire is still much hotter. (I'm planning to keep 2 alive after all is said is done so if you guys keep 3 alive, Ragnagedon will probably slay the 3rd one).

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Dealdric

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Ragnagedon was searching restlessly through the smoke-filled air as Dirka’s words fell on deaf ears. All words, except for a handful. Ragnagedon gave no sign of understanding her but he did. If the goddess of magic and devilry were joined then he truly stood no chance. He might be raging but he wasn’t suicidal. The unity of the gods always threatened his plans. Apparently, it still did. Soon thereafter he realized that the abomination his supposed sister had created was no longer around. The coward fled. He stopped and hovered amid the smoke to observe the aerial battlefield. The handful of dragons that had followed him were still suspended. Their rage and hatred burning brighter every time they saw Dirka pass them. The power Ragnagedon had given them was overflowing.

Dirka kept talking and balking. Ragnagedon saw it as the vain belief that she thought she could get through to him. The Fire God knew his supposed siblings well enough. They’ll lie to him. Use him as some hound to release upon the world. Only to chain him up again. Who would trust a mad divine? Ragnagedon continued to ignore her. Instead, he was clearly more concerning with his own dragons.

He flew passed each one slowly. Observing them. He could sense the utter hatred only growing as they were forced to seethe. Hatred for Dirka but also hatred for him. Their slit eyes tried to follow him towards every corner. Their might was expanding as his essence within them was growing. They were becoming more than just carriers of his fire. They became the flame itself. Which manifested itself in physical changes too. Their scales grew and sharpened. Spines pierced their skin and rose across the ridge of their backs. Wings grew even larger as a second set of talons grew over the back of their paws. Each gained new horns but these horns were pointing forward. Ready to skewer whatever was in their path. The fire within manifested in a bright, red glow piercing through their scaled hide.

But Dirka kept talking. She now stood on some platform with her hand out. She really didn’t get it. Ragnagedon had no interest in her deal. Still, it seemed like she expected some response. So he gave her one. In a swift move, he flew towards her. A beam of pure, blue fire came out of his opened jaws. A flame so powerful, so hot, so devastating with so much hatred poured into it that it could melt rock and evaporate flesh. That was his answer and he wouldn’t ponder on it much longer as he flew over her back towards Verzak. Leaving his new creations hanging in the air. He knew that if they were strong enough, they’d come back to Verzak to kill him. For now though, he had to forge other plans. The gods still seemed too united.