@Zelosse Done. Anyone else? Do it if you can, if you can't I'll do it.
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@Zelosse 's Character:
name: Thalios
gender: male
godly parents: Phobetor and Nephthys
sphere of control: God of Shadows, nightmares, and death. All that dwell out of the light.
personality: Thalios, a god of death and shadow, but not defined by what he influences. A gentle soul with a caring heart. Thalios is akin to Loki in that he generally causes trouble in the form of nightmares and hysteria to all who wander the streets where he haunts, showing them the death of worlds or the rise of monstrosities and any other traumatic event he can picture.
Though he will plague adults with nightmares powerful enough to kill, he will never inflict such trauma onto a child. Those small children who wander the night are his to lead to the light, a world where he cannot go.
sacred animal: Northern flying squirrel
powers: Thalios can inflict severe dementia and cause hallucinations even in the day, but at night he can force waking thoughts to become horrific nightmares capable of causing real physical pain.
As a god of the nighttime he can freely control living shadows in most any way he can think of, wrapping them around necks or restraining his enemies long enough to invade their minds.
The specialty of Thalios is the ability to deepen the darkness to a point where it is almost like fog, reducing sight in all directions and masking his presence.
weapon(s):
His beloved wand was crafted to resemble his fathers face, while a bladed edge was added for the less efficient ways of ending a life. The crescent shape of the blade houses his essence which serves as a key focus point for his powers. Though he is just as deadly without the staff it is still never far from his grasp.
History: Born of Phobetor and Nephthys deep in the underworld, a child raised in secrecy and peace, he was raised by his fathers hand to break the minds of weak willed mortals and inflict the endless nightmare upon them to feed their realm. His mother encouraged his work, his craft of nightmares was powerful by any standard, but whispered kindness to his ears frequently to spare the young children of the world the cruelty of the night. The shadows claimed all eventually and she promised that sparing them would only feed the nightmare when they became of age.
Thalios became powerful in an alarmingly short period of time as he matured rapidly and wandered from the underworld and his parents to see the mortal worlds for himself.
True to his word he spared the children from the cruelties he must inflict and focused on the worst of mortals with such terror, the sheer power of his presence often killed quicker than his powers did.
Threw that together. Not sure where I was goin' with it but meh. Momma didn't raise no quitter.
name: Thalios
gender: male
godly parents: Phobetor and Nephthys
sphere of control: God of Shadows, nightmares, and death. All that dwell out of the light.
personality: Thalios, a god of death and shadow, but not defined by what he influences. A gentle soul with a caring heart. Thalios is akin to Loki in that he generally causes trouble in the form of nightmares and hysteria to all who wander the streets where he haunts, showing them the death of worlds or the rise of monstrosities and any other traumatic event he can picture.
Though he will plague adults with nightmares powerful enough to kill, he will never inflict such trauma onto a child. Those small children who wander the night are his to lead to the light, a world where he cannot go.
sacred animal: Northern flying squirrel
powers: Thalios can inflict severe dementia and cause hallucinations even in the day, but at night he can force waking thoughts to become horrific nightmares capable of causing real physical pain.
As a god of the nighttime he can freely control living shadows in most any way he can think of, wrapping them around necks or restraining his enemies long enough to invade their minds.
The specialty of Thalios is the ability to deepen the darkness to a point where it is almost like fog, reducing sight in all directions and masking his presence.
weapon(s):
His beloved wand was crafted to resemble his fathers face, while a bladed edge was added for the less efficient ways of ending a life. The crescent shape of the blade houses his essence which serves as a key focus point for his powers. Though he is just as deadly without the staff it is still never far from his grasp.
History: Born of Phobetor and Nephthys deep in the underworld, a child raised in secrecy and peace, he was raised by his fathers hand to break the minds of weak willed mortals and inflict the endless nightmare upon them to feed their realm. His mother encouraged his work, his craft of nightmares was powerful by any standard, but whispered kindness to his ears frequently to spare the young children of the world the cruelty of the night. The shadows claimed all eventually and she promised that sparing them would only feed the nightmare when they became of age.
Thalios became powerful in an alarmingly short period of time as he matured rapidly and wandered from the underworld and his parents to see the mortal worlds for himself.
True to his word he spared the children from the cruelties he must inflict and focused on the worst of mortals with such terror, the sheer power of his presence often killed quicker than his powers did.
Threw that together. Not sure where I was goin' with it but meh. Momma didn't raise no quitter.
@Zelosse Character tab. Please. Just please. :'(
@Slendy
Scott Rutherford
Lysakr, Alfheimr
Month One
Scott had alternated between forgetting the demons, and in turn forgetting to focus his magic so he could listen to them, and prodding them with various enchanted items to see what effect it would have. Most just passed through them, but sometimes they would briefly be cursed or receive some kind of blessing. Scott was still convinced the Crown of Sight's powers, allowing the wearer to see through things, were active even now after all this time on Arai. Every time he remembered the demon was around he'd look anywhere but at the creature and steadfastly not think about it. If he blushed a little he could always blame it on the heat. Or something. Even if it wasn't hot... Now wasn't the time to think of excuses!
Ignoring the side conversation going on behind him and forcing himself not to acknowledge the demon even existed, Scott continued to search for an easy way in.
"Think it's a ghost, murdered by flame and doused in fire magics. There was enough ambient energy in the air to allow many powerful spirits to manifest." Scott answered, "They're dangerous, their very existence is tied to their emotions, so the angrier they are the more volatile they become. Eventually they'll calm down and fade into nothing, but it won't be for another few centuries..." He paused thoughtfully, considering what exactly happened here... "or, you know, a few thousand years."
"Look there," he pointed to a mostly intact piece of a bridge that had been ripped from it's original place and now served as a sort of ramp over the remains of a piece of the wall. The end led to a mostly untouched two story house. Much of the outer edges of the city wasn't terribly damaged, the brunt of the Merged's attacks had been focused on the inner city. "We can use that to get in. Most of that area seems okay, it should let us get in deeper without too much conflict, but we've still got a lot of city to cross if we want to reach the religious sectors."
Scott picked a path off of the trail that would take them through the towering evergreens to get closer to the edge of the city without being seen. It was unlikely they'd be attacked if they were seen, but it wasn't worth the risk if he turned out to be wrong. He shuddered at the mental image of a fireball being thrown from a tower and setting the forest ablaze. That would not be good. "Come on." He whispered, "Last one there has to buy the werewolf claws." He challenged, grinning conspiratorially. Werewolf claws were expensive, but valuable in that they were excellent rune carving tools.
@Ace of flames01
@Cuccoruler
@Zelosse
Occus, Boreas
Olympus
Month Two
Occus frowned, stepping forward and out from under Boreas' arm. "You have seen it to?" Occus asked of the immortal. "There have been countless reports from the Fae. They have seen deaths among the Merged, and gods we know to be dead active once more." He explained, "These aliens should be investigated, but the threat has been here for some time and they are not it. We must prepare ourselves for war once more." He said strongly, and if a hint of his apprehension showed in his eyes... well these gods did not know him well enough to see it.
"Let us not go so far as to bet an immortal's life over something so trivial as the whims of mortals." Boreas broke in. "We have plenty of time yet," he pointed out. "We need to gather facts and pay more attention to the mortals for now. Then we can decide what to do with the aliens. Until then we have bigger worries," he said seriously. "These visions have been persistent, and now we have yet another who has seen the future outside of Ox's mortal servants. We cannot ignore these warnings."
Scott Rutherford
Lysakr, Alfheimr
Month One
Scott had alternated between forgetting the demons, and in turn forgetting to focus his magic so he could listen to them, and prodding them with various enchanted items to see what effect it would have. Most just passed through them, but sometimes they would briefly be cursed or receive some kind of blessing. Scott was still convinced the Crown of Sight's powers, allowing the wearer to see through things, were active even now after all this time on Arai. Every time he remembered the demon was around he'd look anywhere but at the creature and steadfastly not think about it. If he blushed a little he could always blame it on the heat. Or something. Even if it wasn't hot... Now wasn't the time to think of excuses!
Ignoring the side conversation going on behind him and forcing himself not to acknowledge the demon even existed, Scott continued to search for an easy way in.
"What is it...?" Belle questioned Scott in a tone of a whisper.
"Think it's a ghost, murdered by flame and doused in fire magics. There was enough ambient energy in the air to allow many powerful spirits to manifest." Scott answered, "They're dangerous, their very existence is tied to their emotions, so the angrier they are the more volatile they become. Eventually they'll calm down and fade into nothing, but it won't be for another few centuries..." He paused thoughtfully, considering what exactly happened here... "or, you know, a few thousand years."
"Look there," he pointed to a mostly intact piece of a bridge that had been ripped from it's original place and now served as a sort of ramp over the remains of a piece of the wall. The end led to a mostly untouched two story house. Much of the outer edges of the city wasn't terribly damaged, the brunt of the Merged's attacks had been focused on the inner city. "We can use that to get in. Most of that area seems okay, it should let us get in deeper without too much conflict, but we've still got a lot of city to cross if we want to reach the religious sectors."
Scott picked a path off of the trail that would take them through the towering evergreens to get closer to the edge of the city without being seen. It was unlikely they'd be attacked if they were seen, but it wasn't worth the risk if he turned out to be wrong. He shuddered at the mental image of a fireball being thrown from a tower and setting the forest ablaze. That would not be good. "Come on." He whispered, "Last one there has to buy the werewolf claws." He challenged, grinning conspiratorially. Werewolf claws were expensive, but valuable in that they were excellent rune carving tools.
@Ace of flames01
@Cuccoruler
@Zelosse
Occus, Boreas
Olympus
Month Two
Occus frowned, stepping forward and out from under Boreas' arm. "You have seen it to?" Occus asked of the immortal. "There have been countless reports from the Fae. They have seen deaths among the Merged, and gods we know to be dead active once more." He explained, "These aliens should be investigated, but the threat has been here for some time and they are not it. We must prepare ourselves for war once more." He said strongly, and if a hint of his apprehension showed in his eyes... well these gods did not know him well enough to see it.
"Let us not go so far as to bet an immortal's life over something so trivial as the whims of mortals." Boreas broke in. "We have plenty of time yet," he pointed out. "We need to gather facts and pay more attention to the mortals for now. Then we can decide what to do with the aliens. Until then we have bigger worries," he said seriously. "These visions have been persistent, and now we have yet another who has seen the future outside of Ox's mortal servants. We cannot ignore these warnings."
@Cuccoruler@Ace of flames01 Let me have a go before she decides. :P
Or not, quite the subject change there.
@Cuccoruler@Ace of flames01 Let me have a go before she decides. :P
@Slendy Whatever you'll give me is all I ask friend. :D
I need to update Ox's character sheet. :X
@Ace of flames01 Stuff is always a-happening. :P
@ArkmageddonCat Cool, this world of yours is v interesting. :O
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