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Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

Moridax, Lord of the Underworld

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Screaming. Agony. Oh, well, that might have been the last thing she heard as she worked on paperwork in the Underworld and then... Nothing. Silence... And then, a long time later... Talking? Where? No, she couldn't touch anything. Rather, she felt rather... Disembodied. She wondered to herself, why? Her vision felt... Hazy. Eyes weren't something she was use to having for a long while. When was the last time she took a form that had eyes? Hundreds of years? Thousands? Still, she must force her vision to come. The voices that was near her spoke many things but she had difficulty discerning what they were actually saying. A small bit of her vision was coming to her now. In fact, it seemed her sense were coming more to her. Then, there was bashing on a door and.... Then fighting. Soon, she could move her body. Or, perhaps... A Spiritual Body? As her vision came to, she noticed that her body wasn't the most corporeal thing.

Moridax examined what she was. Her hands, or what would constitute as hands were skeletal looking... Rather pretty Phalanges at least. "I need a body." She confirmed to herself. If there was fighting going on, than perhaps there was a body she could use. "That way then." The spirit goddess said to herself as she floated towards the exit. The skeletal ghost was mostly transparent with a light cloudy haze around the outlines. Exiting the building, she took a look around. There were a number of people, living people at least. There was a greater number of corpses just laying around. One of these seemed to be in rather good condition. Well, not that the condition of the body mattered, but she'd rather her inherited clothing be in good condition. Or, perhaps, inherited armor.

Regarless, the ghostly form of Moridax floated forward towards the corpse and inhabited it. Everyone nearby would notice as the body started to violently shake a few times and start to stand up on it's own. It made some minor, unworldly movements as it seemed a wave of struggle wracked the the body going out from the center of the body and the head to the limbs until it ended up standing on it's own. A small ooze started to leak from the bottom half of the armor and, somehow, left no mark on the armor as it fled away from the body a small bit. "Haaa. Stuff armor isn't my first choice of outfit." It was a voice that definitely didn't suit the figure that probably once inhabited the armor. "Helmets are stuffy. Can't have this." The figure got a grip on the helmet with both hands and removed it. Beneath was the head of a cute blonde hair girl with elfen ears and golden eyes. "Fwah! Much better."

The armor was a little too big for her figure now... If the body had fit the armor previously than the thought of what that ooze might be was... "So many people died here. The paperwork for this must be obnoxious. Those poor skeletons in the administration..." She muttered to herself before paying attention to the others there now. There were a couple of faces she actually recognized. Gods. One particular goddess that liked to hang around the Underworld with her every now and then, "Oh! Is that Alasayana?" She questioned, looking at her and then look at the other gods and goddesses to see who she recognized. Truthfully, her look at the moment was completely different from what she had looked like in the past so it wouldn't be too surprising if no one recognized her.

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

Woohoo! Sorry if I kinda appeared out of nowhere, everyone. Vita mentioned there was an open slot now and I jumped on the chance.

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

Goddess of the Underworld

Remnant of the Underworld

Lord of the Underworld

Name: Moridax, Lord of the Underworld

Gender: Female

Appearance: Realistically, Moridax can have multiple appearances but for the most part so can only seem to materialize one appearance at the moment. A certain pretty girl look though with noticeable veins showing below her skin.

Personality: Even back when she was a hulking skeletal monstrosity she had a rather personable personality. Moridax rather enjoys the company of others, throwing dinner parties and inviting many of the gods to them, though the rare few actually joined her. That said, despite how girly or personable she would like to be, she had to put on a show about being the Lord of the Underworld. A show of intimidation and confidence that, behind closed doors with her closest subordinates, she would show a slightly more childish side, complaining about paperwork, among other things.

If she had her choice on how to thoroughly act though, it would be happy-go-lucky and excitable. Looking to have fun regardless of the situation while wanting to avoid conflict if she could.

Domain: The Dead and the Underworld

Abilities: Moridax has powers over the dead. She can animate corpses and
make them move to her every whim. One of her particularly favorite things is to animate a number of skeletons to do a dance number. In addition, she can channel spirits (particularly her own) and arguably the most important thing for her, Corpse Molding. It allows her to change a corpse to better suit her purpose. Particularly, change it to look like her preferred form though if she had more power she could use it to make corpse abominations.

Brief Backstory: Moridax had a long history running the Underworld and housing the place for life after death. It would be wrong to say she ruled with an iron fist, but that’s definitely how she tried to portray herself. Less to keep an image for herself, but more to keep evil spirits under lock and key frightened. Despite how much she may have struggled with it, she ran the place proper.

She tried to meet as many of the other gods as she could, but very few accepted her invitations to the dinner parties she ran on account of her look as Lord of the Underworld and how unappealing a meal in the Underworld sounded. Despite that, she hosted constant parties with entertainment as well.

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

Vita, here's my tribute.

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Goddess of the Underworld

Remnant of the Underworld

Lord of the Underworld

Name: Moridax, Lord of the Underworld

Gender: Female

Appearance: Realistically, Moridax can have multiple appearances but for the most part so can only seem to materialize one appearance at the moment. A certain pretty girl look though with noticeable veins showing below her skin.

Personality: Even back when she was a hulking skeletal monstrosity she had a rather personable personality. Moridax rather enjoys the company of others, throwing dinner parties and inviting many of the gods to them, though the rare few actually joined her. That said, despite how girly or personable she would like to be, she had to put on a show about being the Lord of the Underworld. A show of intimidation and confidence that, behind closed doors with her closest subordinates, she would show a slightly more childish side, complaining about paperwork, among other things.

If she had her choice on how to thoroughly act though, it would be happy-go-lucky and excitable. Looking to have fun regardless of the situation while wanting to avoid conflict if she could.

Domain: The Dead and the Underworld

Abilities: Moridax has powers over the dead. She can animate corpses and
make them move to her every whim. One of her particularly favorite things is to animate a number of skeletons to do a dance number. In addition, she can channel spirits (particularly her own) and arguably the most important thing for her, Corpse Molding. It allows her to change a corpse to better suit her purpose. Particularly, change it to look like her preferred form though if she had more power she could use it to make corpse abominations.

Brief Backstory: Moridax had a long history running the Underworld and housing the place for life after death. It would be wrong to say she ruled with an iron fist, but that’s definitely how she tried to portray herself. Less to keep an image for herself, but more to keep evil spirits under lock and key frightened. Despite how much she may have struggled with it, she ran the place proper.

She tried to meet as many of the other gods as she could, but very few accepted her invitations to the dinner parties she ran on account of her look as Lord of the Underworld and how unappealing a meal in the Underworld sounded. Despite that, she hosted constant parties with entertainment as well.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Augusta kept a smile with the girl. Knowing what she knows at this point, it wouldn't surprise her that Leuca would feel that way. "Hmm. Why do I keep her? She's been a good guard dog so far. Beyond that, she makes a good object of study. She's cute, mostly reasonable all things considered and she's a great study target. If they're as unruly as everyone says, perhaps I could find a way for them not to be. Not to brag, but I'm a pretty good judge of character so I think I'll probably be able to figure it out." To be fair, it was the Goddess rather than her, but alas.

"All this demon talk aside, I have something a bit more... Upbeat?" The woman questioned before she shook her head slightly, paying the thought little mind. "It looks like I'm getting married." She sounded proud of that, rather than happy or anything of the like. "I'll be the Princess here, it would seem." She was interested in what Leuca wanted to say about Octavia but that could wait for later.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Augusta was pleased to see her small elf companion again. "Well, I was half hoping to catch you both together but I'm more than happy to talk to my favorite little Sirithen~." The woman mentioned with a smile. Talking to the girl felt like it took a nice load off her shoulders. She walked into the room a small bit and noticed, "She's a tough teacher? My, am I going to regret asking her to teach me some swordsmanship?" The older elf mentioned aloud. She sat on the bed next to the girl, curious to the look on her face. "I don't know about you, but Octavia and I have been all over this place today and I have something I want to tell you, Isidore and Sorcha together later..."

Augusta paused, thinking about how to exactly ask it but found that being straightforward might be the best way to go about it. "But enough about me. "Something seems to be wrong. Are you alright? I might not be Sorcha but you can talk to me if something is wrong." She wasn't exactly sure how the girl felt about her or if she trusted her enough to speak... But... She had a bit of hope that the young elf would talk to her. Especially with that nervous glance toward Octavia.

Dungeon Clearer! A Fantasy Adventurer RP

"Ooooh, scary. The Knight Lady is telling me to destroy Chatters." Trina mentioned off-handedly. Obviously, the fairy didn't care much for the cultural norms of other peoples. "There's one big damn difference between Chatters and me. He's been dead, and I'm not. Hmph." She threw Chatters away. "Now I'm bored of this. Damnit. Let's go pilfer some shit, Neffy." The little fairy mentioned, intentionally trying to piss off her very religious counter parts. "Not sure if a place like this even has anything good in it." With or without Neffy, she'd fly off and start looking around for things to pilfer and things to avoid. Like skeletons.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Augusta smiled at Rullphana before she left. "It's not that I don't wish to know more, but a well sharpened knife cuts meat easier than rusty one, wouldn't you agree?" From there she turned and left with the guard woman huffing behind her. The woman smirked and looked at the guard. She used her power to glance a name from her.

"Yes, it's sad I must leave. But worry not Vallanur, I shall return tomorrow. It should only be a fleeting moment until I return. I just know how dearly you'll miss me~" The above ground elf said before walking off, waving goodbye.

But it wasn't much longer before Octavia started to act weird. Even without her eye she could tell something was really weird. Rampage, huh? Well, that could prove to be a problem. "Now then... How to rectify this problem..." The woman spoke to herself. Of course, she had no money. Another problem to compound on it. She pondered on it for a bit. She went through options in her head. People? Obviously not. In fact, she was slightly worried that thought popped in her head. The mushrooms around this place? Potential problems with that on multiple levels. A favor from the Queen? Perhaps she could ask the Queen. That prospect was possibly the most frightening yet... realistic option. As far as preparing a lot of food.

She ushered Octavia along and approached the Throne Room again. She mustered her courage before showing her face to the guards. They probably disliked her for her attitude earlier and that was all thr more reason not to back down. She didn't want the to look down on her for a weak personality that stepped back from a hostile glance.

"Greetings, I wish to have an audience with Her Majesty." She told the guard at the front of the door leading into the room. He let her in, though he hid his emotions well. She couldn't exactly tell what he thought of her.

As she entered the room, she took to walking towards the throne and at a certain distance, she stopped and gave the Queen a curtsy. "Greetings, Your Majesty. It pleases me to see you once again." The woman held her curtsy as she said that and returned to a normal stance with one hand cupped over the other in front of her after. She looked the Queen in the eyes though refused to use her power. Whenever she used it on these powerful beings, she would get this body-wracking headache and Augusta did not wish to feel that again.

"I came to request a favor, or perhaps a trade of something, though I have little to offer but my limited skills and an able body." Augusta said, giving the Queen a small wink for emphasis. Assistance to feed a seemingly ever hungry dog. She wondered what price she would have to pay for such a thing. "Of course, I assume you already know what favor I would ask?" She couldn't help but be a little cheeky in the situation."

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Augusta was intrigued in what she was learning from what she would basically call an operation. Somehow, she was unsurprised that the elf was unable to learn much about Octavia. Her eyes were being rather evasive about certain bits of information about Octavia so she was hoping that she'd be able to learn more from Rullphana but... Well... She'd need to find out in other ways. "As much as I'd love to learn more about her, I think it'd be a bad idea to keep her here with you overnight. Mostly because I can just tell how irritable she is now being poked and prodded. I believe it's in everyone's best interest to reprieve from this for the moment." She went over to the pup and stroked her head. "I'm going to have to feed her some good food tonight so she isn't too angry with me now." The woman said with a slight giggle.

She hoped that Rullphana would come up with some more information with the blood sample. In all likelihood, Octavia was still probably connected to the seed which Augusta assumed was just a part of that demon and if it grew, everyone would have a bad time. If there was a way "Though, I forget. In terms of money, I have no money. Isidore bought this rapier for me so he has some, I should have asked him for some." She gave a slight sigh before she picked up Octavia. "That said, I look forward to working with you and learning from you in the near future, Miss Rullphana. Until tomorrow then, dear Teacher." Augusta said, turning to the exit. Unless the elven mage stopped her, she would take Octavia and leave, heading elsewhere.

Dungeon Clearer! A Fantasy Adventurer RP

When the combat was over, Trina popped out of Neffy's pocket and her feet pittered against the floor. "Good job everyone. I knew you all could take care of these weaklings! It wasn't even worth me doing anything, of course!" With the, the little fairy walked over to something nearby, though she held her nose a little bit to remove the stench of charred flesh from it. Soon, she arrived at the skull that still seemed to be animated by some foul magic. Despite everything though, the fairy calmly picked the skull up and held it by the top so it's still rattling teeth wouldn't take a bite out of her.

"To the victors go the spoils. You're gonna' be called Chatters." Trina seemed rather proud of her naming sense as she flew up into the air with the skull in her hands. After she was in the air, she turned to Leon. "I'm fine and I don't think we want to put Chatters together again." After that though, she started to threaten the skull. "Alright you! Where's your treasure! Where are you hiding it!" She started. It might be halfway intimidating if she were about 6 times her size. "Come on you! Spill the beans! Tell me or I'll burn your fing..." Well, there were no fingers to burn or break.... The fairy squinted her eyes... "Or I'll force you to eat a centipede. You wouldn't like that... It's not the first time I've done it damnit!"