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Called into action - by threats that seem harmonized
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Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.
Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.
Now how the hell does a god of nightmares make his entrance. Hmmm. I'm now open to suggestions
Perhaps we can fabricate a history between your god of nightmares and my dimensional dreamwalker, Aforgomon. My character consumes dreams and nightmares for sustenance and power, and naturally would be most attracted to the strongest ones: those forged by a dark god. Thalios and Aforgomon could have easily had a history of the alien god slipping in out of nowhere when your character is inflicting nightmares and eating them, thereby frustrating Thalios. Now that Aforgomon is on earth, distracted by its experiments on the dead and dying, it could be a perfect time for Thalios to spring a trap/ambush and attack the strange being who's been such a thorn in his side.
It's been three days with an average of ten posts per day. You're doing fine. A 7-month RP with less than three hundred IC posts is one that's slowing down.
Thus began the Age of Fire. But soon the flames will fade and only Dark will remain. Even now there are only embers, and man sees not light, but only endless nights.
Hm. Am I going to be the first one to put down my contest entry onto the thread?
I head out for a day, nothing big I come back and people are being all awful to one another. It's nice to know that you can leave something and expect it to stay the same when you come back.
That little spat ended a while ago. This comment of yours accomplishes nothing but fanning the embers.
Anyone who wants to descend to earth, perhaps to save a village or two, is welcome to encounter Aforgomon.
I'd really love to join this I have half an idea currently....I know I want one parent to be Anubis Just trying to think of the other parent Maybe a Goddes of life beauty or love I dunno >.> Anyway yea is love to join this :)
Welcome! Just so you know, though, both Anubis and the Greek goddess of love eventually end up dead according to some characters' backstories.
@Lugubrious My heart... I was so proud of that character, his death hurts so much... I LOVE IT! It's grim and dark and hopeless, and it's fantastic! But! If you think for one second that that isn't just a maybe, just one very, very unlikely outcome, then you are fooling yourself. HE WILL LIVE FOREVER!
Well, it's just one dimension. Thank you for praise!
Golden sunlight filtered through the cornerstone-gray clouds when their lethargic tumble across the sky permitted it. On occasion, great clefts in the sky's downy, gloomy blanket allowed an entire column of solar radiance to shine down and illuminate the earth, as if lighting the way for some divine being's descent. In such opulent incandescence, the dry skin still clinging to the skull of a goddess looked almost rich enough to be alive.
Yet no life remained, here or anywhere. Sometime before, the skull had borne a petite, flawless face, and surrounded itself in luxuriant, violet locks, but with nobody to hold her cherished face in memory she might have just as well never existed. For certain, the lone, fibrous being stalking along the wasted, yellow field gave no thought for what had been, and carelessly crunched the moldy skull beneath its foot.
Ghostlike, Aforgomon trudged slowly between the clean-picked carcasses of fools who fooled themselves into believing themselves truly divine. When the rotting black fabric clinging to a young, female corpse snagged its foot, it clumsily pulled free, tugging the skeleton gruesomely apart as it did. A soft clang echoed across the deathly silent plain when its shovel smacked against a bone. Aforgomon forgot it as easily as a bad dream and plodded onward, a giant now that the greats were laid low.
The moist ground uttered gooey squelches beneath the lone being's feet, each one a testament to the departed rains. A poetic mortal might have said that even nature itself wept to see the tragedy that enveloped the earth, but no mortals remained, and all of nature's deities lay still in the rain-soaked earth. Aforgomon considered none of this, instead merely moving onward.
In the very middle of the vast expanse of twisted yellow grass knelt a body propped up by its spear. As Aforgomon approached, two gray eyes turned upon its eternal, skeletal grin. With painstaking patience, the monstrosity stooped over the kneeling figure, and beheld that though it moved still, it did not break the rule that spanned the entire world. Faint whispers, dry and ephemeral as tomb dust stirred up by a passing marauder, issued from the body's undead lips. ”I t h o u g h t t h a t y o u m i g h t b e h e r e...a t t h e e n d o f a l l t h i n g s...” It paused, seeded with new knowledge. Aforgomon thought it inappropriate that something might still be moving in a dead world, knew that Occus sustained himself after death with his magic. The dead god mouthed a word a protest, but Aforgomon's sinister talons slipped out, grasped the spear, and gently pulled it free. Then it reached down while the corpse gasped desperately for a last breath, and drew a bead of multicolored liquid from Occus' eye. With a slow, anticipatory gurgle that might have been a sigh, it slid its finger into its mouth and licked away the last god's unspoken, final dream: that as long as he clung to life he might be able to do something,anything, anything at all.
Spear in hand, Aforgomon vanished into a tear of brilliant light.
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From a portal of light Aforgomon emerged from a dimension in which the undead virus had conquered the world, even its gods, and into the dimension of its birth. Its red, knobby foot slapped against the marble floor of Mount Olympus, though a part seldom seen by any other god. Aforgomon strode quietly into the room that had been Athena's study, and threw the inert spear of Occus onto a pile of similar objects for later research. Then it faded away again, as if it never existed.
Next, Aforgomon appeared on a hillside in South Africa, where it knew the outbreak of the humans' plague had started. Over the course of a few moments, more and more of its presence manifested there, until a full-bodied Aforgomon stood sentry-like on the ridge. Below, a village protected for a while by walls was just now succumbing to the undead onslaught. Aforgomon strode boldly down the main street, unnoticed by the panicked populace, and seized a zombie in its outstretched claw. Like a man subduing a dog, it flattened the zombie's head against the ground, and shed light into its mind to see if it could dream.
Sphere of Control: Space, expedition, dreams, insight
Personality: Simply put, Aforgomon is beyond human. Nevertheless, remotely human qualities can be observed from it. Aforgomon is curious, always eager for new and interesting knowledge, and to experience new things. It allocates no care whatsoever to the feelings or judgments of mortals or gods, except to take delight in shock, disgust, and horror. However, Aforgomon is subtle and passive, not eager to fight, and less eager to obey others. Normal godly concepts like worship, pride, and sovereignty do not interest it. It is unpredictable, capable of inventing new rules or disregarding old ones on a whim; perhaps its inner workings are merely beyond even divine comprehension. However, it does seem to be driven to observe the dreams of different people and gods, and to devour them.
Sacred Animal: Slug
Powers: Aforgomon displays a unique form of dimensional incongruity. It exists on multiple dimensions simultaneously, never culminating its full presence in a single one. When only a small amount of its presence is devoted to a dimension, only parts of its body appear, and in the form of warped, brilliant light. More solidified presence appears from tears of light hanging in the air that act as crude portals. Aforgomon can open portals of light anywhere in its vicinity, that transport whatever enters them from any angle smoothly into a dimension of its choice. As long as a single light tear exists in an area, Aforgomon can sense everything within it. Aforgomon wanders between the infinite dimensions, exploring and gaining knowledge that reflects upon dimensions like this one. It can bring things from other dimensions as well, including monsters and even alternate versions of existing creatures. In short, it can teleport, fade in and out, and summon creatures to fight for it. To normal people, Aforgomon is totally invisible, but through madness one can capture a glimpse of its true visage.
However, Aforgomon's choice of taking parts of others into dimensions can also apply to the spirit. It can sever a being's mind from its body with a light tear and place it in another place or dimension as a dream. Though Aforgomon whispers in an unknown, alien language of the cosmos, these whispers are remarkably persuasive. Rather than speaking, if it even could, Aforgomon seeds grains of knowledge into the minds of others, even gods, so that they intuit what it wants to communicate. One final cast of abilities is Aforgomon's affinity for dreams. It eats dreams, particularly nightmares, to gain more insight and make itself more powerful. Even the dreams of other gods can be consumed, taking the form of a prismatic paste, and Aforgomon can regurgitate this insight to craft elements of the eaten dreams from light, effectively turning imagination into reality.
History:
The merging of worldly pantheons, each of them sporting unique stories of lust of their own, spawned a smorgasbord of new desires among the ranks of the divine. Most busy, naturally, were the cultures' various gods of love: Xochiquetzal, Astarte, Parvati, Hathor, Ishtar, Freya, and of course, Aphrodite. However, the concentration of godly power formed by the merging did not confine itself to the lands and seas of earth; it radiated past the clouds as a call beyond, beckoning certain other gods to unity. Jealous, perhaps, of the new, single pantheon whose gods now imagined themselves the greatest beings in existence, the other gods came.
Unfaithful to her homely husband Hephaestus as always, Aphrodite chose on the night of the summoner solstice to escape with her lover to a quiet, green hillside on earth. Afterward, however, when she looked skyward, she could imagine against the vault of the night sky a conglomeration of glowing spheres, more rich and intoxicating than stars. At this vision she stared with glittering eyes, long after her partner had grown confused and disinterested before leaving. Hours later, she blinked awake, as if from a glorious dream, and the goddess returned to her duties.
The other gods of the pantheon began to notice a change in her. Though always a promiscuous deity, Aphrodite now slept with more and more gods indiscriminately, apparently giving no further thought to the facade of fidelity she'd loosely upheld. All of her partners, however, felt oddly weakened after being with her. Though none could quite describe the feeling, it was as if some of their very godly essence had been stripped away. Aphrodite, meanwhile, only seemed to grow more beautiful and lustful, though the swell of her belly indicated her pregnancy. Even after her potential partners started choosing to abstain, Aphrodite continued to grow. Over the months, the goddess of love's body quickly but inexplicably bloated to massive proportions, until the she could no longer move from her bedchamber's plush cushions and satin sheets—a wobbling, repulsive blob of flesh that still cried out passionately in the night, though no deity visited her now. If her servants ran to her side in response to the noise, they found nothing but a perspiring mass, swollen bigger still, though less sane. None of this changed as the children of the gods, the Merged, took over. They left the pathetic, blobby, gibberish-howling mass to writhe in her chamber and be forgotten.
Finally, Hephaestus could stand it no longer. He entered the bedchamber of the shapeless heap of blubber that had been his goddess wife with the intent to put her out of her delusional misery. When he ruptured her flesh with an iron spike, the cracks that spread across her flesh issued forth light, not blood. The smith god recoiled and watched in horror as Aphrodite's body tore apart and melted into featureless, transparent jelly, leaving behind a curled-up, vile being. Within the living egg that the goddess had become had incubated the flayed child of Yog-Sothoth, and as Hephaestus looked on, skinless Aforgomon rose to its feet, stood upon the soaked cushions, and looked skyward with a grinning face sans eyes. Father, he knew it whispered as it vanished. I am here.
Since then, Aforgomon weaves in and out of the world of Merged gods, a ghastly phantom from beyond the stars but perhaps more divine than any of them, for what is a god but a being of absolute power, incomprehensible and vast as the cosmos itself?
Other: As evidenced by its history, Aforgomon killed its 'mother' Aphrodite, who served as the living egg in which the fragment of outer space implanted in her by Yog-Sothoth became a living being, drinking in the dreams of the gods and growing to maturity in her swollen body. Hephaestus, who first witnessed Aforgomon, fled Olympus to live the life of an ordinary human on earth, far removed from the gods. Look upon its manifested form
Sphere of Control: Space, expedition, dreams, insight
Personality: Simply put, Aforgomon is beyond human. Nevertheless, remotely human qualities can be observed from it. Aforgomon is curious, always eager for new and interesting knowledge, and to experience new things. It allocates no care whatsoever to the feelings or judgments of mortals or gods, except to take delight in shock, disgust, and horror. However, Aforgomon is subtle and passive, not eager to fight, and less eager to obey others. Normal godly concepts like worship, pride, and sovereignty do not interest it. It is unpredictable, capable of inventing new rules or disregarding old ones on a whim; perhaps its inner workings are merely beyond even divine comprehension. However, it does seem to be driven to observe the dreams of different people and gods, and to devour them.
Sacred Animal: Slug
Powers: Aforgomon displays a unique form of dimensional incongruity. It exists on multiple dimensions simultaneously, never culminating its full presence in a single one. When only a small amount of its presence is devoted to a dimension, only parts of its body appear, and in the form of warped, brilliant light. More solidified presence appears from tears of light hanging in the air that act as crude portals. Aforgomon can open portals of light anywhere in its vicinity, that transport whatever enters them from any angle smoothly into a dimension of its choice. As long as a single light tear exists in an area, Aforgomon can sense everything within it. Aforgomon wanders between the infinite dimensions, exploring and gaining knowledge that reflects upon dimensions like this one. It can bring things from other dimensions as well, including monsters and even alternate versions of existing creatures. In short, it can teleport, fade in and out, and summon creatures to fight for it. To normal people, Aforgomon is totally invisible, but through madness one can capture a glimpse of its true visage.
However, Aforgomon's choice of taking parts of others into dimensions can also apply to the spirit. It can sever a being's mind from its body with a light tear and place it in another place or dimension as a dream. Though Aforgomon whispers in an unknown, alien language of the cosmos, these whispers are remarkably persuasive. Rather than speaking, if it even could, Aforgomon seeds grains of knowledge into the minds of others, even gods, so that they intuit what it wants to communicate. One final cast of abilities is Aforgomon's affinity for dreams. It eats dreams, particularly nightmares, to gain more insight and make itself more powerful. Even the dreams of other gods can be consumed, taking the form of a prismatic paste, and Aforgomon can regurgitate this insight to craft elements of the eaten dreams from light, effectively turning imagination into reality.
History:
The merging of worldly pantheons, each of them sporting unique stories of lust of their own, spawned a smorgasbord of new desires among the ranks of the divine. Most busy, naturally, were the cultures' various gods of love: Xochiquetzal, Astarte, Parvati, Hathor, Ishtar, Freya, and of course, Aphrodite. However, the concentration of godly power formed by the merging did not confine itself to the lands and seas of earth; it radiated past the clouds as a call beyond, beckoning certain other gods to unity. Jealous, perhaps, of the new, single pantheon whose gods now imagined themselves the greatest beings in existence, the other gods came.
Unfaithful to her homely husband Hephaestus as always, Aphrodite chose on the night of the summoner solstice to escape with her lover to a quiet, green hillside on earth. Afterward, however, when she looked skyward, she could imagine against the vault of the night sky a conglomeration of glowing spheres, more rich and intoxicating than stars. At this vision she stared with glittering eyes, long after her partner had grown confused and disinterested before leaving. Hours later, she blinked awake, as if from a glorious dream, and the goddess returned to her duties.
The other gods of the pantheon began to notice a change in her. Though always a promiscuous deity, Aphrodite now slept with more and more gods indiscriminately, apparently giving no further thought to the facade of fidelity she'd loosely upheld. All of her partners, however, felt oddly weakened after being with her. Though none could quite describe the feeling, it was as if some of their very godly essence had been stripped away. Aphrodite, meanwhile, only seemed to grow more beautiful and lustful, though the swell of her belly indicated her pregnancy. Even after her potential partners started choosing to abstain, Aphrodite continued to grow. Over the months, the goddess of love's body quickly but inexplicably bloated to massive proportions, until the she could no longer move from her bedchamber's plush cushions and satin sheets—a wobbling, repulsive blob of flesh that still cried out passionately in the night, though no deity visited her now. If her servants ran to her side in response to the noise, they found nothing but a perspiring mass, swollen bigger still, though less sane. None of this changed as the children of the gods, the Merged, took over. They left the pathetic, blobby, gibberish-howling mass to writhe in her chamber and be forgotten.
Finally, Hephaestus could stand it no longer. He entered the bedchamber of the shapeless heap of blubber that had been his goddess wife with the intent to put her out of her delusional misery. When he ruptured her flesh with an iron spike, the cracks that spread across her flesh issued forth light, not blood. The smith god recoiled and watched in horror as Aphrodite's body tore apart and melted into featureless, transparent jelly, leaving behind a curled-up, vile being. Within the living egg that the goddess had become had incubated the flayed child of Yog-Sothoth, and as Hephaestus looked on, skinless Aforgomon rose to its feet, stood upon the soaked cushions, and looked skyward with a grinning face sans eyes. Father, he knew it whispered as it vanished. I am here.
Since then, Aforgomon weaves in and out of the world of Merged gods, a ghastly phantom from beyond the stars but perhaps more divine than any of them, for what is a god but a being of absolute power, incomprehensible and vast as the cosmos itself?
Other: As evidenced by its history, Aforgomon killed its 'mother' Aphrodite, who served as the living egg in which the fragment of outer space implanted in her by Yog-Sothoth became a living being, drinking in the dreams of the gods and growing to maturity in her swollen body. Hephaestus, who first witnessed Aforgomon, fled Olympus to live the life of an ordinary human on earth, far removed from the gods. Look upon its manifested form
Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.
Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.<br><br>Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.</div>
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