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Surprisingly, the danger following his failed magical assault had not come from the enemies charging him within reach of their weapons, thus rendering the octopus' precaution useless, but from their own steadier hands - or paws? - in striking from afar. As the ratfolk's dagger bit into his left shoulder, steel gnawing at the cycle of the red ichor in which were stored his forces, a hollow gurgling sound escaped Ulor's throat, and his fingers painfully clutched the crystal in an agonising vice. His will was surrounded by the fiery tide of taloned crimson pain, the tips of its flames rising in claws to break the mystical grip of his enchantments. But the strength issuing from the dark, unsoundable well which the eyeless gaze of that which was beyond had carved within him was not to be overwhelmed. A pillar of spiral-woven resolve arose towering from it, shattering the flaming torrent and reaffirming his shadowy grip on the goliath's vigour. With something resembling a snarl, Ulor tore the dagger out of his flesh, bloody force dripping from the wound it left behind, and stretched the hand holding it out towards the octopus. The latter, forewarned by a mental nudge, briefly looked down with surprise, but, evidently not thinking it worth to argue over something of this sort at the moment, grasped up the weapon in a pair of tentacles.

All of this had not occupied more than a few instants. The tormentous grip of metal still pulsed in his shoulder, which was growing warm with spilled strength, but this was no longer the most pressing threat. The masked foe had drawn forth an incantation of his own, and conjured an eidolon directly before Ulor, though, oddly, apparently not with the intent of clashing with him directly. Over the blows being traded by the warriors further down the street, he heard the primalist call out to the rest of the group to focus their efforts on the mage rather than his creation, an exhortation which seemed perfectly reasonable. After all, the withered creature was likely directing the eikon and fueling its unnatural existence with its spells, and, if that was indeed the case, disrupting the evocation would shatter them.

Raising his right hand, fingers twisted as gnarled, knobbly vines, Ulor began to whisper in hideously disjoined and discordant tones. "N’gai, n’gha’ghaa, vahr-shoggog, y’hah..." The dread words from alien infinities streamed out, jagged and malformed, from a mouth not made to utter their kin; like the flight of a silent winding brook through an impossible horizontal precipice, inaudible to all but their target. Once they reached the veiled brigand, his mind would be wracked with a terror issuing from the cold stars of a distant void, a fear few, in Ulor's experience, could withstand unshaken.

Meanwhile, the octopus, which, along with the dagger, had received a fairly vague hint as to how it could further its master's latest plan, moved forth. Propelling itself with its swimming motions all while holding the dagger, it floated over his head, then deftly passed around the doppelganger and continued its airborne advance. Having finished his spell, Ulor returned his attention to the familiar, and once more his inward mouth spoke to its web of thought. What the octopus heard left even it, accustomed as it was to the summoner's oddities, baffled for a moment; but then, once again, it could think of no objection to offer to this new scheme.

Onwards it flew, weaving over the soil in a manner which would no doubt astonish its aquatic kin. Over the dirt and the ice, and near that Tal-ionis, was it, fellow who, Ulor knew from past experience, could at least be relied upon to crush miscreants with his hammer. Once it was sufficiently close to both the paladin and his savage adversary, it began to even further defy the nature of the form it had coalesced into, weaving, sweeping and wildly swinging the dagger in the goliath's general direction. While it was unlikely to land even the most meagre of strikes on a capable fighter, the sight of a dagger-wielding octopus in itself was as fine a distraction as anyone could hope for, and even the nuisance of a blindly slashing blade was not to be so lightly dismissed.



@JBRam2002 The human is up next.
And, with various nuisances out of the way, I should now hopefully be able to do more than haunt the thread.

In other news, after some sparse edits Osveril (who remained back here, for ease of access) should be ready to withstand the praise or censure of @Kho, @Rtron or @Cyclone, as I understand it goes.
Oblivious as ever to his bodily surroundings, Ulor trudged alongside the rest of the party through the populous streets. The octopus on his shoulder, seemingly more engaged by its surroundings than its master, cast about vitreous gazes that nonetheless were laden with uncanny purpose, to the extent that unsettled passers-by took wide and deliberate detours to avoid brushing by the bizarre pair. As they advanced, the city appeared to progressively decay around them, orderly stone structures giving way to ill-shaped clay and grime in a putrescent transformation, filth seeping up through the cracks in the cobbling of the road and submerging the pavement in a layer of viscous uncleanliness. The motions of its denizens grew more furtive, and snarls and grunts fluidly - as far as either Ulor or the octopus could tell - replaced cheerful greetings in their mouths. As his mind was briefly prodded by viscid tentacles in warning against a possible stumble in an especially treacherous point of the path, the enchanter idly noticed the fleeting scrap of thought telling him they were being led by someone and laced with doubt as to whether this guide, whoever it was again, was reliable, but he unconcernedly swept it away, gladly replunging into his ponderings.

Or, at least, he would have, had a surge of cacophony from on ahead, combined with a second, more vigorous mental prod from the octopus recalled his attention from its deep lair and, much to his irritation, forced it back into the flow of events. A group of miscreants was rushing down the foul alleyway, bellowing what were presumably incoherent taunts at each other and displaying a general lack of concern about those that even contingently found themselves near their path. Now, the latter Ulor could not truly find fault with in and of itself; what displeased him in this situation, however, was that he and the octopus were apparently among the number of those unfortunates. Concerned as he was with this fact, he was barely aware of the first scoundrel coming to a halt upon reaching the group and pleading something with the tiresomely loose-mouthed green tiefling. Had he even paid greater attention to this fact, it would soon have been forgotten, superseded by the sight of a large rodent-creature rapidly drawing closer to his person, its shrouded accomplice close at its heels, provided rats had any.

As the grotesque being approached, Ulor swung his left hand backwards, elbow and wrist oddly twisted, to reach into his backpack for the magical orb stored therein. At this abrupt motion, the octopus detached itself from his shoulder and remained hovering near his head, its eyes never leaving the assailants. But, before he had retrieved the conduit necessary to channel much of his void-gifted knowledge into enchantments, the ferine invoker called upon her own arcane might, conjuring a treacherous frozen surface under the thugs' feet. As it happened, this made things worse from Ulor's perspective, since the foremost brute slid sideways, coming to a halt directly before him and readying his weapon. The elven archer seemingly attempted to wound him, but her shot, if it was aimed at all, went wide, leaving the burly figure unharmed.

Fortunately, all of this had given Ulor time to prepare his own response. In his left hand there now was a large, opaque black crystal, almost spherical in its curious many-faceted shape; the right, having left the staff leaning against the shoulder and supported by the forearm, was slowly weaving its fingers through the air, tracing invisible sorcerous symbols. As his arm twitched in a series of darting gestures, a gnarled index pointed towards the warrior, he intoned a string of half-whispered, ululating formulae, resounding eerily between the rows of malodorous walls: "Ygnaiih . . . ygnaiih . . . thflthkh’ngha . . ."

All of a sudden, there appeared in the space around the tattooed brute what could only be described as a swirling, translucent angular cloud of grey shadow unnaturally stretched in such a manner as to appear similar to a solid object. The apparition writhed in place for a few moments, then shrank inwardly, flattening itself against the warrior's skin and fading from sight. What was not so apparent was that the abnormal darkness, in a distorted semblance of parasitic life, hungrily clutched at its victim's strength, seeking to sap and consume it.

Yet that was not all. While the shadow was still twisting around the warrior, Ulor abruptly stopped his gesturing in a final lunge of his right hand, and brought his incantation to a close with a loud "Iä!". As the limb darted forward, it became wreathed in pale, colourless spectral flames, which sprang into being with startling abruptness and without any apparent premonition, accompanied by a crackling sound as of thunder. The unnatural fire then fluidly stretched into a stream of fluid power, which flew through the air akin to the trail of a ghostly comet towards the thug.

Unfortunately, it seemed that something particularly stunning had come to Ulor's mind just when he was completing the spell. His teeth reflexively clenched, and his hand twitched aside in the very moment the wraith-flames were magically propelled from it. The result was, if not disastrous, a rather sad sight: the flow of mystic energy wildly spiralled aside, narrowly avoiding a terrified bystander, and soundlessly crashed into a puddle, raising a splash of rank, foul water.

The octopus, which had until then remained suspended in place almost motionlessly, presently twisted its tentacles in alarm, and began to hover-swim upwards in mounting circles. Realising that, now that his incantation had failed, he would likely be at the mercy of any adversary who managed to reach him, Ulor, now ever so slightly more concerned, cast his thoughts into the familiar's mind as a grasping hand seeking something onto which to hold in a storm, and found its clammy, somewhat hesitating tentacle. In the blink of seven inward eyes, he conjured before the two of them the image of a plan of action. It was crude, roughly outlined and, in all honesty, quite improbable, but it was the best he could think of, and the octopus convened it did not just then have any better ideas.

The airborne cephalopod stopped its ascent, and, drifting aloft, brought itself a mere two or three steps forward from Ulor's position. There, in an extraordinary display of acrobatics, it turned its head to the sky, and its beak and gills, exposed between the radially splayed tentacles, pointing towards the ground. However, it was not the beak or the gills that warranted such a position. No, it was something less conspicuous; a defensive mechanism which would now be made to serve a double purpose, shielding octopus and master alike from harm with an inky blackness should a foe draw near. Or, at least, this was the plan, which, to Ulor's credit, was one of the least deranged he had devised in his adventuring life.

Not that this was saying much.


@Double Capybara

Osveril will likely take issue with something close to a void-zone being filled with colourful dreamscapes. It does try to be as open-minded about creation as necessary, but some things simply can't be justified... I wouldn't put it beyond the Absolute to try and "correct" the Piktaraika once it discovers it (likely without much success). A direct encounter with Ilunabar would indeed be interesting, especially after such a discovery. We shall see what opportunities present themselves once it comes into being, I suppose.

@Scarifar

As of late, there has been devised a plan for Osveril to emerge as the result of Jvan's experiments. While this leaves the Void That Is outside the Orb storyline for the time being, it would now be easier for Niciel to become involved in the process or observe it, if you wish, as it is not necessary for her to discover clues to Teknall's schemes by some improbable means. A visit to the All-Beauty could align with her present goals directly enough.
Inexorably if slowly, the void encroaches.



@Oraculum I will want you to have at least one story arc in mind for your characters after your CS is done - you might want to discuss it here once your CS is done (if you want anyone else to be involved in it) or you can just post the idea if it's largely self-RPing.

Perhaps @Slime or [@Bright-Ops] might be interested in doing something with you. Or even @Jarl Coolgruuf if/once his character is accepted. And of course, any of the other players (who I don't mention because they've all got pretty established plots from what I can tell, into which you can easily jump if you so wished).


For a beginning, I intend to have my character wander about for some time after its creation (as well as, naturally, remaining involved with the process the latter may have been part of), partly on a quest of self-discovery of sorts, partly to assess the state of the world and devise plans for its eventual attempts at purification. Of course, I am entirely open to it chancing upon the characters of whomever is willing to collaborate on an encounter, such as perhaps, as mentioned, other roving demigods, or even heroes or assorted mortals.

@Oraculum

Welcome aboard, sir. I don't have many ideas for my next post yet, so if you feel like making a collab with me just hit me up. My characters can't take part on the creation of your character itself, but gods have a tendency of leaving their children wander off on their own after they're born so we could arrange something a meeting after he's created.


I am most eager to establish some interactions. Such a meeting would work quite well with what I have in mind for my initial arc, and we could arrange for it to occur once the latter starts.

@Oraculum

Hmm, you could have @Scarifar's Niciel dabble with the Orbs of Darkness Julk left behind. Maybe your demi manifests itself after the orb unexpectedly succs in some of Niciel's essence, and by the mysterious magics of RPing, poof, out comes a demigod.

An idea off the top of my head after glancing at the Domain/Port you wanted.

EDIT: This could actually make Niciel somewhat relevant to a current storyline that @Antarctic Termite, @Kho, and @Muttonhawk have going on.

EDIT2: I don't actually think Kho was part of that storyline now... Who was it that went with Toun inside Jvan's cavities again? When Toun and Jvan were going all emo and shit.


Something along those lines could happen at some point - if not as part of the immediate process (though it might as well be, depending on what this process is - something I shall see to clarifying via PM), it could be nonetheless connected with it, or, through the demigod's mediation (even if coming into being through different means, it would be drawn to investigate Niciel and the Orbs alike, given their connection to its own domain), to the storyline at large, though I unfortunately do not yet know enough about its more recent developments to conjecture how it might be affected.
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Our god of Darkness(Shadows) died very early on, so it would be interesting if somebody actually took Darkness up and explored it. Darkness(Voids) could definitely work as a Domain(Portfolio).
You mention Purity. That is also rather interesting - though I struggle to see how it can be translated into something workable. But from your words that seems to be the challenge you're setting yourself. So a god of Purity would certainly be interesting and challenging. I would enjoy seeing where you take it.


I believe I shall go with Purity (Void) for the demigod's domain and portfolio after all. I had some ideas for Darkness, but they can be adapted without too much trouble to fit this concept, for which I have a few other plans besides. It is, admittedly, not the most straightforward to work with, but I feel it has plenty of potential.
As for parentage, there appears to be a possible origin in the form of Jvan's own experimenting with that portfolio (the specifics of it being, as I understand, at @Antarctic Termite's discretion).

Unless there is something else that must be seen to, I'll shortly get to working on the character proper.
Shifting most of his weight onto his staff as he intently listened to the General's replies and his companions' additions, Ulor plunged the hooked claws of his mind into the river of words flowing into and past him, clutching on to those which he perceived to be most distinctly related to his plight. Some were clearly visible to him, akin to smooth, oval black stones borne along by the stream; yet a few were more diaphanous, more difficult to spot and capture in the current. That speech of envenomers and infiltrating acolytes might not immediately have struck him as particularly interesting, but, as he reflected on it, it seemed to gain in importance moment by moment. While he may have been unable to reach for the concealed forces directly, he could still touch their intermediaries, and learn from them the lore necessary to uncover this occult mystery.

Then came the three names - the Serpent, the Sea and the Worm. Catching hold of them, Ulor began the descent he had been preparing since he had queried the General on the presence of cults and religions in the city. He climbed down into a hexagonal well, grasping the ledges and shelves built into its walls as with multiple limbs, as he sounded deeper and deeper layers of his memory in search of answers to the interrogatives those esoteric titles brought with themselves. The bestial invoker had spoken of a sect of Venomers, and those were with the Serpent, for indeed there was one such being who lurked in the shadows and spread his poison with dripping fang. The Serpent's adversary was the Worm, yet not just any worm. It was a Worm divine and potent, one of wind and fire; and likely it lacked the malice of the Serpent, for which the latter would fain have struck at it. If this was true, it could be none but the Worm-father.

Last was the Sea, ally of the Serpent; and this was more arduous, for the sea was vast, and was many things at once. For this, his mere memories would not suffice. Further down Ulor crept, until there began to appear from below wisps of a pale mist which brought knowledge and clarity from an unsoundable abyss within him. He swept up these nebulous strands, and saw that the Sea could take on the shape of a twisted Hag. He swept again, and saw the aquatic wilderness that knew no fetters, the presence which flew over the murky deeps on wings of wood, and two watery beasts, one of which had a hide encrusted with salt. He swept a third time, and now the mist was no longer pale, but of a dim grey; and he saw the sinister lord of the deep, the trident that shook the lands, the reptile with its toothy grin and the fulminating tempest cloud. Over them, there dimly appeared the coils of the Serpent; and the Deep One rose to meet him, and the beast with the salty mane, the trident and the storm-cloud followed suit, for it was their nature to partake in wickedness or destruction. Now he knew, or, at least, he could guess.

Returning his attention to his surroundings, Ulor briefly glanced around the room, then, raising his gaze, which had in his meditations slid downwards, to meet that of the General, he spoke:

"Do not be hasty to dismiss the words of the touched, for in them there might lie the key to the riddle. While I cannot know for certain, from what you have said alone I divine that venom calls upon the water to extinguish the flame. This is well, but it is not enough. It would be good if we could speak with the convict himself at some later point, so that his altered thoughts may be sounded. But it is true that this is not as urgent as other matters."

Raising himself from his partially hunched position, Ulor began to turn, without undue haste, towards the door. Though he had not said anything aloud, or even gestured, at the same time the octopus detached itself from its corner and swam down, in its peculiar way, to rest upon his shoulder once again.


I recommend that you read the opening post if you haven't already, and the Summary in the second OOC post. The summary goes up to page 13, so when you finish it you can continue by reading each post's summary from page 14 onward.
We also have a wiki that has some cool stuff that you can check out (link under FAQs).
With that out of the way, you can discuss your character ideas here - you can create a demigod (that's what most people tend to go for), but you are also welcome to create a hero or even a normal mortal - if that's your thing. (Though if you go for a mortal, be aware that a mortal's lifetime is very short and could be over quickly if there's a time skip.) If you want a demigod, it would be a good idea - during this OOC ideas phase - to see which god/s you would like to be his/her/its parents.
Once done, you may begin working on a Character Sheet and submit it here. You will generally get some feedback on the initial sheet here from both GMs and other players. Once all that is done, the GMs will retire to consider your character sheet and either accept or reject it.


I have indeed acquainted myself with the introductory posts, and am now making my way through the story so far. Someday (someday...) I will probably get to the wiki, as well.

As for character creation, I was envisioning a demigod. My fundamental idea would be for it(?) to have power over a domain commonly seen as sterile or negative, in the sense of involving absence or privation of some sort - possibilities I am considering include such things as the void, darkness, some interpretations of purity - and attempting to overcome its inherent limitations in order to create something from it. Concerning its parents, I suppose I should first decide on the most basic details. Thus far, Toun strikes me as a fairly appropriate candidate theme-wise, but ultimately I believe it would be better to determine this later on so as for it to make the most sense. Or the least, depending on what would work better for the story.
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