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

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

Let it be known that the only proper pronunciation of Vestec is Vez(rhymes with lez)-tech. Any other pronunciations are heresy and will be burned at the stake.

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

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More like, I found the diversity of answers fascinating and I wanted people to build up the character in their heads without forcing a 'correct' interpretation. i wrote a whole IC post on the million different ways she was known just to give you ideas

But in case anyone is dissatisfied with their own reading, here's the most closely guarded secret of the cancer that blogs...

spoiler

nice try lol

I pronounce the 'j' as 'jam' and add a quick syllable into it. JUH-VAHN, clipped and shortened, J'VAHN. JVAN. Jvan!

The alternate pronunciation with J as Y was always something I'd had in mind, though.

Another thing I'd always considered was the similarity to the unspeakable name of the Abrahamic God, YHWH, or Jehovah. Jeh-vah. J-vah(n). I gave Y'vahn to the humans in that old name post because it was the closest thing to what I'd fallen into the habit of using, made a little more sense, and resembles another version of YHWH, 'Yahweh'.

The Rovaick name 'Yah Vuh' is another play on the same. Her 'I am who I am' chant is too, though I found nice story reasons for it later.

Hain and Tauga got 'Jaan' because it's the easiest possible interpretation, just silencing the annoying consonant that breaks up the name.

@Antarctic Termite

HA. I KNEW I WAS SAYING IT RIGHT.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Diplomacy at Yarosmere

Aramir was slow to follow the group, her bow still out. She kept her eyes on Yolin, the only living threat in the room that she could do something against, and followed. She didn't trust them to not do anything, but much to her surprise, the King merely held a hand out to Yolin and they were allowed to leave. She barely heard Darius as they entered the parlor, immediately destringing her bow and going to Mar's side. "Hey." She said softly, standing next to the Naga and putting hugging her. "We'll make this right. The college won't stand for this, and we'll fix it. We can't undo what's been done, but we can bring justice. I'm sorry Mar. We need to go though." She reached into Mar's pocket, fishing out the stone. In an instant, she had cracked it in her hands. A moment later, Resistance Members were leaping out of the shadows, armed and ready for a fight.

Much to their surprise, there was nothing to do. Rather than waiting for an explanation, they hurried everyone back through the shadows and out of the Palace, not feeling safe at all.

Once back into the Resistance Headquarters, the College students informed the leaders what had happened. Sahra cursed quietly and the man merely shook his head, moving deeper into the Headquarters. Thanking the students for trusting them, giving them the pick of recently stolen weapons for the trouble they had been through, and beseeching them to get the aid of the College in the ongoing rebellion in Yarasmere, Sahra opened more portals, quickly sending them outside of College grounds. They had much to tell the teachers.

MISSION OVER.

Back in Yarosmere

Yolin looked at the King, confused. "Why did you let the hereteics go, my lord? They were aligned with an abomination." The King smiled slightly, shaking his head. "The Sand God has plans for everyone, Yolin. Even Heretics and abominations. They have not yet achieved their purpose. They will though. In time."

He walked back into the palace halls, calling back to Yolin as he did so. "Clean up the mess, and make the army ready. War is coming."

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

The Dover Twins

Ben's Current Power set

-2x Human Strength
-2x Human speed
-Mandate's Durability

Time: Evening - Present Day
Location: Smithy's Grocery Store - Meat Aisle, Las Vegas

"We probably shouldn't be attempting to kill anyone." Freya hissed at the werewolf twins. "In case you didn't notice, we are heavily outnumbered and surrounded." She was beginning to doubt her choice in allies. None of them seemed level headed, or indeed, interested in self-preservation enough, to be calm in this situation. Which was what she and her brother really needed right now.

Freya looked at Ben as the teenager's voice began to strain and catch. "Easy there. We don't want to do anything-" Her words, urgently whispered, apparently fell on deaf ears as the boy not only began to transform, he did so violently. "-stupid." Freya finished with a sigh. As his body shifted and changed, Freya and Ben took a few steps away from him. If he was losing control of himself, which from all accounts it looked like he was, they didn't want to be the first thing he saw. Freya glanced at Ben suffering the 'I told you so' look he shot her, even as his eyes scanned the room for the expected attack. His eyes kept going back to the giant golem, calculating what he knew of her powers and her supposed speed.

He was nervous. Lightly shifting his way from foot to foot, clenching and releasing his hands. He didn't like the situation they were in, and she couldn't blame him. Their only hope for getting out of this without a violent fight was the witch and the vampire. She really hoped they would do better than the other three. Despite himself, Ben snickered as the golem made it's declaration in a mock whisper, earning an elbow jab to his ribs from Freya. "What? It was funny.

She watched with mild interest as Marie stood in front of their group. If the woman knew a way to prevent this from becoming a bloody brawl, she was all for it. She was only confused as Marie spoke to the Ambassador, and then the golem spoke to Marie, but she got the gist of it. The Witches can't hurt each other directly or indirectly. Fun times. She handed Ben the orb she had been preparing, taking and pocketing the one he gave in return. The Dover Twins didn't say anything or otherwise move. They were way out of their element, and more then content to let someone who knew what was going on to take the lead.

Ben's New Power Set

-2x human Speed
-Mandate's Strength
-Mandate's Durability.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Althalus

"Ow! Let go you little fuck! I am not going through this again!" Althalus cursed, shaking his hand with the Uth on it. It was strong enough to bite through the chainmail armor on his hand, thank the gods above, but it was still a pain in the ass. The creature merely growled at him, digging in its heels. He would have found it funny how much like a dog with a bone it was if it wasn't for the fact that it was gnawing on his hand. After several moments of attempting to yank his hand out of the shadow monster's mouth he gave up. This is going to be unpleasant. He thought, grimacing in preparation. Setting his feet he began to flood the mouth of the Uth with decay magic. The Uth squealed as its mouth and tentacles rotted and fell apart, a rusting dagger stuck in its mouth. It fell to the ground dead, the rot slowly consuming most of its head.

Althalus himself stumbled to the side and immediately vomited, heaving up what he'd eaten before all this mess had begun. "Well. Didn't puke up blood this time. So I'm making progress." He groaned, unsteadily picking himself up. His stomach felt like there as an entire war going on in it, and was considering expunging the rest of his food from the day as well. He looked over at Darell as Helena rescued the man. "You know, for someone who knows so much about it, " Althalus grumbled, making is way over to them, "you are awfully bad at this whole Nox thing." He pulled two more daggers into his hands, readying himself for another assault.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Zanna

The Red Sith's lip curled slightly at the sight of the Trandoshan. She turned her attention back to Xid, ignoring Sish and his apprentice. "Whether or not you believe me is of no consequence. I simply find it easier to take volunteers rather than prisoners." Her eyebrow raised as the fox spoke more, slightly disbelieving of the act. Good enough for me. She pointed at Talon, singling her out from the small group. "You. Amaran. You're going with me." And you have no idea how lucky you are. She thought to herself, glancing at the lizard as her troopers shifted aside for the two of them to walk through. She inclined her head as she and her prisoner passed the Trandoshan and his apprentice. "Lord Sish. Apprentice Jayda." Sish merely grinned at her, his robotic eye flashing. She shifted her lightsaber to her other hip, putting her body between her lightsaber and Talon.

As they left the cells, Zanna walked close to the prisoner, guiding her prisoner with a hand on her arm. "Please do not try anything. I am more than powerful enough to stop you with the Force and the troopers are more than accurate enough to stun you before you could get far. It would a bother to carry your unconscious body to the room."

They reached the torture cell in a few moments, Zanna having Talon walk in first before following, leaving the squad outside of the door. In the room, across from the rack, were two chars on either side of a table. "Please, take a seat." As Talon did so, the Red Sith took the seat opposite, bringing up her data pad. She made a side note of how uncomfortable the Amaran was, her tail twitching and moving oddly, before looking up and smiling at her. "Your name is Talon Soule, yes? Found on Nar Shadda by..." She glanced down at her datapad. "Knight Irvialf Throcat. Is that your master?"

Sish

Sish grinned at the obvious discomfort of most of the people around him. It was as if they thought he was going to tear into them right then and there. Of course not. Much less personal in here. He stepped aside, merely keeping his smile, as Zanna walked by with her prisoner and her troopers. They wouldn't need troopers. He was more than strong enough to take on all the prisoners, and if they tried anything they would learn what a bad idea it was too take him on.

He turned his gaze back to the remaining prisoners, finally settling on Xid. The human was still protectively in front of what few prisoners there were, as if ready to stop an attack. It made Sish chuckle to see it. "He looks like a hero. We should introduce ourselves. Jayda, go grab our blonde haired hero so we can get more acquainted in private."

Nazca

She could only watch helplessly as Talon was taken by the Red Sith, and hope that she was true to her word and only wanted to talk. Something she sincerely doubted. But there wasn't much she could do with five armed guards and three Sith. Even she wasn't so stupid as to risk getting herself and others hurt trying to stop it. But she couldn't just stand aside when the lizard ordered Xid to be taken away. She knew he was going to torture him and it wasn't going to be pleasant. She stepped towards him, speaking out. "I won't le-" She was interrupted and lifted into the air, choking, as the Trandoshan held out a claw.

"Get involved in this and I'll break your bones. I don't which ones, but it'll be fun to find out. Stay out and wait your turn." Nazca was thrown against the wall behind her. The air rushed out of her body and she laid against the wall, gasping and stunned. She couldn't even think straight enough to hate herself for her weakness.

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

The Bean Sidhes

Kiara snickered again as she glanced at Maeve. The Celtic woman was stuck in a bright pink dress, an obnoxiously large bow around the waist, and white lace with around the skirt. Maeve hated it. She glared at Kiara, daring her partner to say something. Kiara grinned. "Don't be so upset. You look sooo adorable in it. I could just squeeze your little cheeks and hug you." "Do that," Maeve replied, "and I'll break your fingers." "Is someone feeling touchy wouchy? Is her pwetty feewings hurt?" If looks could have killed, her partner's glare would have turned the entire club into a glowing radioactive pile of rubble. "Don't worry Maeve! Look on the bright side. With that bright pink of a dress, you'll attract waaay more attention than the rest of us, and will no doubt give us the freedom to move about undetected." Kiara herself was dressed in a simple black dress, optimized for movement in case things got messy.

She looked over as Luciana made her way over into the crowd, her white dress standing out almost as much as Maeve's. She gave a small smile, knowing already who would be following. Kiara tapped Maeve on the shoulder, drawing the Celtic woman out of her brooding. "You do what you want. I'll do scanning for our target, and the dance floor is the easiest area to react from anyway. Maeve tilted her head, grinning, as if she was listening to someone else's message. "Don't need to tell me twice. Keep me updated, and I'll make sure Luciana and I can get to wherever we need to go. Even if it's from the bathroom." Kiara rolled her eyes as Maeve wiggled her eyebrows suggestively then followed the Unlinked onto the dance floor, ignoring the looks and snickers she got.

She was next to Luciana in a second, smiling lasciviously at the other woman. "That dress looks great on you. Told you it'd go great with your eyes." She glanced about, nodding slightly. "As for business, Kiara has most levels covered. If her shadows see anything worthy of noting, she'll tell us and we'll be able to react quickly to it. But for now," She sidled closer to Luciana as she danced. "Pleasure."

Kiara herself was had sat next to Olivia and Cade, a glass of red wine in her hand. "He does know that I'll be able to search this place for what we're looking for faster, right?" As she spoke, shadows rippled off from her, darting across the floor and throughout the club, nearly invisible in the flashing lights and shadows of the other patrons. "Oh well. It'll keep him busy until we find her." She looked around, tsking. "A tad too clubby for my taste. Maeve will enjoy herself at least. How are the two of you enjoying our new surroundings?"

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

I'm kind of in a corner with how I left my post, I was assuming Rtron would respond. >_>

@Voodoo

I'm working on it right now. I had four exams last week so most of my time was with them. Sorry for the wait!

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

Vestec and Teknall, after Realta Invasion, before Xerxes showdown

Vestec was floating above the Venomweald, watching as the Grotlings proliferated through it at a rapid pace. The little friends inside of them were perfect for surviving the horrors of the Venomweald, to a certain extent, and their natural combative bloodthirstiness helped them thrive in it, to a certain extent. Nothing could truly thrive in the Venomweald. But they could live there and keep their population in check due to the sheer lethality of the place.

Still. They were missing something. He just couldn’t put his finger on what. It was beginning to bother him. They had everything they needed. Adaptability. Toughness. Savagery. Magic to forge metals without risking burning down the forest. A ‘god’ to worship and build their religion around. So why did he feel that they were incomplete?

Vestec stared at them for a while longer, before suddenly sitting up in excitement. “I know! I’ll bring in Teky. He’ll help me complete my little creations. He still owes me from the hordes anyway!”

He reached out and contacted his brother, mentally poking him. “Teknall! Teky! I’m calling in that favour you owe me. You need to come to my location please! It’s time to make good on our deal!”

There was a long and reluctant pause in which nothing seemed to happen. Then Vestec heard a dejected sigh from behind him. ”Fine. What do you want making?”

Vestec whirled around at the sigh. “Teky! When did you get a taste for dramatic entrances?”

”I’d hardly call that dramatic,” Teknall replied dryly.

“You appeared behind me, then ominously sighed. That’s dramatic.” Vestec replied, spinning around on his head.

Teknall took a few steps and glanced around at the dense jungle around him. He could sense the presence of the Grotlings nearby. ”I see you have created a new species. I’m guessing your request has something to do with them.”

“You’d be correct Teky dear! I call them Grotlings. They’ll be right at home here, violently surviving and all that. But they need a little more in the crafting department. Preferably weapons or armor, but whatever you think would help them best at doing their best. Which is, of course, violence and war.”

”Hmm.” Teknall clasped his hands behind his back and took a few paces off to the side. His eyes closed as he concentrated his Perception on the Grotling tribes. ”You want me to grant the Grotlings the ability to craft some kind of armament, correct? Do you have any preferences?”

“No.” Vestec waved a hand. “I leave it to your expertise. You’re the one who knows what’s best for building things. I just roped you into a favour with me. So long as it’s something that helps them with fighting and what not, you can do whatever you please.”

Teknall paced a few more steps. ”Well, you picked the right god for the job. No one knows more about weapons and armour and similar things than I do.”

From his apron pocket Teknall withdrew a long thin stick and began sketching in the dirt. Vestec was in the privileged position of being able to watch the Craft God go through his design process. ”The Grotlings place particular cultural emphasis in combat, so some way for them to express themselves through their weapons would be appropriate. They also have quite a high population of spellcasters of various sorts, so magic can be used. It needs to be something simple, though, so that it is accessible to the whole population. Simplicity is a challenge, but it can be overcome. Some mix of Astartean Magic and Occult can fulfil those criteria and would produce some interesting effects.”

Teknall put the finishing touches on the drawing, which was of a sword in the centre of a magic circle. Phrases that had been written on the Codex long ago could be seen in the designs, indicating the deep principles at work in the design. Teknall pointed at parts of the diagram as he spoke. ”A relatively simple ritual can create a permanent bond between a weapon and a Grotling. The occult ritual will involve infusing the weapon with the user’s blood during creation of the weapon, with some accompanying ceremonial steps. This binds the weapon to the Grotling’s soul, at least while the Grotling is alive. This connection steps into the domain of Astartean Soul Magic, which will allow for some special effects. Namely, the weapon will gain partial sentience on account of sharing a soul; it will refuse to be used by anyone but the maker; and it will express some simple magical property related to the individual. There are a few caveats, of course. Each individual can only have one such weapon, a ‘Soul Weapon’ we could call it, and they gain an extremely deep empathic connection to the Soul Weapon which might override baser instincts, such as self-preservation, if faced with the prospect of losing the Soul Weapon. But, overall, these Soul Weapons would fill a special place in Grotling culture and provide unique flavour in combat.”

“Perfect!” Vestec clapped his hands in delight. “I couldn’t ask for better Teky dear! Perfect!” Vestec spun around. “They’ll be the belle’s of the ball in the battlefield! But first, how do you want to actually give them the magic. We could just magic it in their heads, but that might break them. We could just pass it from tribe to tribe, but that might result in unforeseen variations.” He sat cross legged next to Teknall, hand on chin. “How do you want to do this Teky?”

As he considered his options, Teknall twirled the stick above the sketch. The lines in the dirt were illuminated in golden light, then the glowing image lifted from the ground and spun slowly in the air before Teknall. The holographic symbols drifted about in three-dimensional space, and Teknall prodded them, gently adjusting the text and images. ”The Grotlings are fairly religious. I can use that. The information can be spread to them via visions, including instruction for those who receive the visions to share that information to the others in their tribes.”

Teknall looked out through the forest, Perceiving the Grotling tribes and constructing the vision to grant them. Surveying the entire population of Grotlings, even for such a short period of time, provided great information as to their culture and society, but there were a few details that Teknall found odd.

”Why did you decide to portray me as feminine?” His tone held genuine curiosity.

Vestec looked at him, tilting his head. “Are they portraying you as a feminine? That’s funny.” He giggled. “I didn’t give them any genders to any of us. Nor any true idea that we were specific things. Just gave them the general impressions of our existence and let them run wild with the rest. Most of the ‘gods’ they’ve created don’t even exist. Ular, The Venomweald Writhe, Valun, Zalan, none of them are gods or exist. The only two they made parodies of are you and Kyre.” He shrugged. “I don’t know why they portrayed you as female. Maybe they felt they needed more female gods?”

Teknall took a moment to contemplate this before shrugging. ”Maybe.” Teknall then swept his hand upwards and closed it, capturing the hologram and condensing its information into a point. ”After nightfall, I shall visit several select Grotlings via vision, appearing as ‘Tesnald’, which is how they have personified me. They will receive instruction in how to make use of this ‘gift’, and they shall share Tesnald’s gift with their tribes. Acceptable?”

Vestec clapped his hands. “Works perfectly for me! Go wild Teky!”

”Good. Aside from that, my work here is done.” Teknall slipped the stick he had used for writing back into his pocket and scuffed out the sketch in the dirt with his foot. ”Was there anything else you needed to speak with me about?”

Vestec shook his head, waving a friendly hand at the craft god. “I’m sure I’ll annoy you later at some point, but for now, go enjoy my lack of breaking your things.”

”Very well. Bye, Vestec.” With that, Teknall disappeared with a silent pop.

A debt paid

After having made the Grotlings, Vestec feels that there’s something missing. He decides to cash in the favour that Teknall owes him to get something for them.

Teknall appears (reluctantly), and Vestec asks Teknall to teach the Grotlings to make something to help them in fighting or whatever. Teknall goes ‘Well, I do know a lot about weapons and stuff’.

Teknall claims the Armaments Portfolio, -3 Might

Teknall does some brainstorming, and eventually combines crafting, Occult and Astartean soul magic to invent Soul Weapons (see Tesnald’s Gift) (-1 Might). The method to create Soul Weapons is granted to the Grotling tribes via visions from Tesnald (who is the Grotling version of Teknall, and who also happens to be female).

On questioning, Vestec says that he had minimal input into Grotling theology and they made most of it themselves.

Job done, Teknall takes his leave before Vestec can pester him further.

Might Summary

Before
Teknall - L5 - 20 MP (5.5 reserved by Workshop) - 1 FP
Spent
-3 Might to claim Armaments Portfolio
-1 Might to invent Soul Weapons
After
Teknall - L5 - 16 MP (5.5 reserved by Workshop) - 1 FP

Tesnald’s Gift

Grotlings know of a special occult ritual, involving infusing a weapon with their own blood during the creation of that weapon, which makes a unique Soul Weapon. In making the weapon, the Grotling’s own soul and that weapon become intertwined, granting the weapon several special properties. The weapon is partially sentient (because it contains part of a soul), it refuses to be used by anyone but its creator, and it exhibits a single magical ability. This magical ability is specific to the creator, and is a direct consequence of Astartean soul magic. Examples include turning invisible, changing size, or having unlimited ammo. Each individual may only ever have one Soul Weapon. The Soul Weapon and its creator have a deep empathic bond, such that often the maker would rather die than lose the weapon. A Soul Weapon loses its magic when its creator dies and the creator’s soul passes on. The effects of the destruction of a Soul Weapon on its still-living creator is presently unclear, but likely unpleasant.

While Tesnald’s Gift was given specifically to the Grotlings, other races can also make Soul Weapons if they discover and learn the ritual.