Muttonhawk

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

I think in this case it would be first-come-first-served then. If it's going to be another case of Vulamera turning up after the fact and saying "Oi, that's my domain you touched without permission," I'm going to have a chuckle.

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In all seriousness, what are the thoughts on advancing the turn? I don't think it was made official, but I'm the one i ncharge of that for the foreseeable future.

@Cyclone

I'm in no particular hurry, but if others want to advance, I'm easy.

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

Well, you need brains to organise war as well, so I don't think we're in mutually exclusive territory here. I reckon war would breed a particular necessity for medicine, though.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

When invited to do so, Gallus took a seat and began to pull at the cork on the ale. "Well, I won't dance around it..." The cork popped free of the bottle. "Back in the council meeting a little while ago, I mentioned that the leader of Vile's forces in the stronghold we're going to is a canny cathay-raht named Do-rhajul." Gallus paused to take a swig from the bottle. It was a bit warm for his taste, but he could hide that easily enough. "You sounded like you knew something about him, or at least some other cathay-raht named Do'rhajul. Anything information that could help us with this attack, even the man's favourite food, well..." Gallus placed down the ale bottle standing between himself, Lorag, and Meesei, "...We'd like to hear it."

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"You are a very nice sister to him," Tzirret said, giving Ma'tanza's hand a comforting rub. "This one wishes there was a way to reassure M'ibasa. He guesses...the best that anyone can do is to make sure everyone is unharmed when they return." Tzirret looked down at their hands as well. "Tzirret wishes he had better advice, but he is normally the one doing the worrying."

With a glint of curiosity, Tzirret peered back up to Ma'tanza's eyes. "The ones looking after M'ibasa, what are they like?"

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

Not sure if anyone has made official undead unless ashlings count. To conjecture, we have those soul bits that could be caught before they reach the wraithstone. You could stick them in a new body and raise it as a zaumbeh. Of course, this stuff would give you a guaranteed disapproval from our friend, the icy-death-genocide man.

Edit: Legion02 gave a better answer.

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

Not the most interesting post, but its up. Things have happened. I also made an insignia for Toun because I felt like it.

I may make sheets for the avatars in due course.

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

Smuamry

Toun goes to check out the oncoming horde. Sees the djinni shenanigans. Detects Violence.

In an effort to make better shtuff, Toun tries to break down the aspects of his creation into components, like he did when designing reality on the codex. This insight expands the bounds of his power in a level up and delves into the portfolio of calligraphy.

Toun's first effort in using components in reality results in his new avatars, Majus and Minus. Both are defined by symbolic characters perfectly scribed upon their being.

-- Might accounting --
Before:
Toun - L3 - 17 MP - 2 FP - 3C/3D <Holy site turn counter: 1/4>

-5 MP to level up to 4
-1 MP to create the avatar, Majus (Calligraphy 1/3)
-2 MP to create the avatar, Minus (Calligraphy 3/3)
-3 MP to incorporate (Calligraphy) portfolio

After:
Toun - L4 - 6 MP - 2 FP - 3C/3D <Holy site turn counter: 1/4>

Enough time in the empty solace of Cornerstone tends to dull the edge to any emotions. Toun may have been a god scorned, but even he could not keep his mind away from his previous thoughts for long.

"I will make this world better without Niciel as an obstacle, just as it shall be without Vestec," Toun mumbled to himself. He stepped to turn himself west and squinted at the wall on the horizon. "It is time to see exactly what manner of tide Vestec has decided to wash against this place."

In one impossibly elongated step, Toun flew around the western side of the white ocean until the bodies of corrupted angels and hain came into his purview. His eye narrowed immediately.

"Brushed against Zephyrion's living clouds, and in such small numbers as well. What manner of horde is this?" Toun angled his head, "And what is this power that resides within?" Closer analysis shot into Toun's mind like a spiked mace. There was no other name for it, "Violence."

Toun shot back to Cornerstone with changed plans. "So he wishes to bring his power directly to bear?" he hissed. "He sought such a brutish method after my defences were tested? We shall see, brother." Toun willed the central, circular tile of Cornerstone to lift into the air and begin spinning like a potter's wheel. "We shall see."

The first shape that took form on the wheel was the same as usual; an amorphous white lump of clay that barely had any more meaning than its own potential. "Refinement is required. The mistakes of the past shall not be made here."

The lump at first took the shape of a white giant. "The substitute pieces of a soul are too inflexible and cannot reproduce to replenish their lost numbers." The shape then warped into a hain. "Slough's influence is too chaotic for this purpose as well, but its potential is required." The lump became amorphous again. "Writing only what was needed upon the codex of creation required much...refinement. That is needed here. The power of those words is needed here."

Recalling the scratchings upon that most ancient surface, Toun's forefinger began to bead with red. "To combat the power of a god, the power of a god is required. I write upon this creation the essence of myself."

In a single, long, flowing, and utterly perfect stroke of his finger, Toun inscribed a single character in red upon the shape.

The sheer transfer of power caused the tiles around Toun to thrum.

"To overcome this Violence, a single sibling you shall have." Toun willed another shape out of the spinning wheel and inscribed the same character. "But you shall not be equals in all categories."

The first character was just a basis. A vessel for Toun to grant his power. Painstakingly, he wrote upon the shapes in various manners characters that described their nature, piece by perfect piece. Every symbol held its power through its exact representation of its concepts. Only the steady hand of Toun, who had written similarly on the design of creation itself, could put them to the physical world without a single mistake.

"One of you shall be the first to strike and strike the hardest. Your power shall be on the apparent, seen from widely around. You shall hold power over the greater, with my blessing." One lump was given more stoic and angular characters. As more was written, it took the shape of a tall, muscular humanoid with Toun's emblem upon its chest.

"You are Majus," Toun incanted.

The final characters scrawled upon Majus' essence had his form refined into a sturdy knight in plates of white porcelain armour. Where there would have been chinks for purposes other than movement, there were instead flush surfaces. Even the joints seemed to shift to accommodate flexibility without exposing anything underneath. In Majus' gauntleted hands was a long, hefty looking, white pole hammer, tipped with a curved spike on the opposite direction to the hammer's strike. Majus knelt before Toun with such blundering weight that it was a wonder that the tiles below did not crack.

"The other shall be the one to control and outlast. Your power shall be on the subtle, unseen such that its influence is great. You shall hold power over the lesser, with my blessing." The remaining lump upon the spinning wheel was given dizzying and flowing symbols that never seemed to begin or end. It took form with Toun's emblem upon its chest as well, but it was distinctly shorter than its counterpart. Indeed, its physique was lithe and malleable.

"You are Minus," Toun incanted.

Where Majus was an imposing figure clearly made to garner attention to its lumbering form, Minus may as well have been a shadow. The form had a hunch to it as if hiding. A pristine white cape billowed from its shoulders and a much lighter and thinner form of Majus' armour served as its skin. From each hand, there hung forth white chains that ended in flanged balls. From how the chains were wrapped around Minus' arms, it was unclear exactly how long they were, but they were barbed to twist and trap any that were caught in their path. Minus knelt down with the grace of a dandelion seed. The only disturbance upon the world around it was the clinking of the chains as they crumpled upon the floor.

"My servants. You have demonstrated that strength may not necessarily be created with weakness." Toun gestured out to the west. "Go forth and turn the impending Violence away so that we may make this world perfect."

Without a worded response, Majus and Minus leapt in the direction of the west with their mission well in hand. Toun knew that delivering orders to creatures he held such intimate control over was a formality if anything. An inkling flash of flesh in his mind's eye gave a hint of an answer.

"I shall make this world perfect," Toun's mumbling was to himself, hushed and seething. "There is no other that will."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Stopping to regard the bottle for a moment, Gallus thought about his approach. He knew that Lorag was blunt and practical, but what Meesei said made that assumption not quite as useful. He took the bottle, turned it to get a better look at the label, and then looked to Meesei and Ri'vashi. "I can give it a shot," he whispered, "Although, it might seem a little odd for you to join in on a drink as an Argonian, wouldn't it? Ah, never mind."

Gallus then started to slowly stride around the tent to see Lorag first. He kept his eyes on the bottle as he came into view. "Evening, Lorag," he began, "didn't know you'd managed to lift this before we left." Gallus held the bottle up and gave Lorag a half-smile. "Mind if I share a bottle?"

---

Tzirret gave an understanding nod. He didn't exactly know how to immediately respond, given that he didn't have to separate with any in his own pack this time. He spoke after a moment, peering around. "Where is S'nishi now?"

While Ma'tanza answered, Tzirret readjusted so that he was no longer leaning back and he could take Ma'tanza's hand in both of his. His previous question was really more out of curiosity, so he continued regardless of it. "And how is Ma'tanza feeling now?" he asked.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Very well," Gallus said, "I take it he won't be too drunk?" The attempt at levity was short lived as Gallus looked to Ri'vashi. "You'd better come along as well, clan leader. We might not be able to think of everything to ask."

Gallus turned and walked out of the tent, trusting Meesei to emerge and lead the way. "Perhaps you could tell us what he told you on the way?"

---

"You only had to check your potions? Tzirret had to check everything." Tzirret spoke with wide eyes, "Irenya kept giving him checklists of inventory and he had to go through the carts to make sure it was all still there."

Tzirret sat down beside Ma'tanza and leaned back onto his hands. He held his head back and released a stressed sigh. "And then she sent him to refill everyone's water. This one thinks she was just assigning him work for the sake of it. Hopefully there is not so much tomorrow."

In an effort to take his mind from it, Tzirret straightened his head again and gave Ma'tanza a smile. "Anyway, how was Ma'tanza's morning with her brother and sister?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

The time soon came to finish goodbyes and set off marching. With a blast of a signal horn, the warband formed up and began to march. Cart wheels lurched and footsteps pounded as a pace was set much more brisk than the migrating clan. Many families stayed out in the beating sun to watch the warriors shrink into the horizon in a cloud of dust.

As the warband marched, forward scouts were sent forth to make sure that they would not be spotted. Apart from a trade caravan heading to Orcrest, there were no incidents that day where they had to divert course. Even that didn't prevent good progress being made before they had to set up camp.

Despite constantly running reports around that day, Gallus was still rather energetic as he went about his business at camp. He sought out Ri'vashi and Meesei after dinner for a particular reason. He caught up with them in one of the larger tents being used for meetings. It appeared as though they were finished tracking progress over a map of Anequina.

"Ah, there you are," Gallus said as he held up the tent flap. "Look, Meesei, I was thinking...with how the plan of attack is developing, I have been pondering more on this Do'rhajul character. If he's as good as the prisoners said he is, I think we should try to learn as much as we can."

Gallus stepped forward and let the tent close. "Might we try talking to Lorag properly?"

---

Elsewhere in the camp, Tzirret had only just been dismissed for the day by his superiors, one of whom ended up being Irenya. Even though no one had been injured yet, save for a couple of snake bites or scorpion stings, he was run around all afternoon checking supplies and swapping out water for the soldiers. He had expected his role to be easier, but evidently the healers wanted to make sure that he was not going to slack off.

Now that he was free, Tzirret of course went looking for Ma'tanza. He spoke quickly when he finally found her. "Hi! Ma'tanza! Sorry, Tzirret has been running all day. He wanted to catch up, but he barely got a break."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Yeah, that and Ma'tanza and Tzirret. We can probably do them in parallel.