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@The Grey Dust

Oh man, it's senior school year all over again.

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@pokemad1

Sure, brother. We're still accepting apps.

Dungeons and Derps - The D&D Experience

>BE DM
>Have two level 1 players enter my dungeon.
>Female warlock
>male warrior. Both human.

The warrior peeks through a door in an hallway after quickly dispatching some skeleton servants. Manages to do so without being detected. He spots a blackened, shady figure and a skeleton servant cooking something in a kitchen. He calls for the warlock. She wants to check it out.

Sticks her fucking face in and snorts up the air. There is a giant cloud of smoke coming from whatever they are cooking.

Make her roll con: rolls a 1.

She IMMEDIATELY vomits out of disgusts. Alerts the god damn mini-boss I put in that room and his servant with her loud vomiting.

She realizes this and starts running down the hall...while vomiting...gets it all over her robe and shoes. Enemies come out and notice a giant vomit trail leading down the hall.

They start to follow. She manages to stop and runs into the library. They go up to the door "How did they manage to find us"

I inform her that she stepped in her own vomit and all the evil undead saw was two foot prints of puke leading directly into the library.

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@rush99999@Lord Zee@Duoya@The Grey Dust

@WanderingSpirit

Posted. I also added two more NPCs.

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The Arrivals

People were starting to stream into the Highest court. It was a needed injection of life to the great hall and its naturally tense tone. Formality was starting to crack as the new gods walked in. It was clear that while the court was important; between the banter, the arguements, and even the various mobs of creatures poking and annoying each other it was less an rightous formation of higher beings and more school reunion of adults who never really grew up. The shapes and sizes changed radically with each new member: fat demons with bloody teeth; tiny fairies with obnoxiously pink dresses; dark shadows that strolled indepently. This parade of imagination from the mind of an hyperactive child flooded the audience seats, although, by some power divine there seemed to always be an extra row at back.

but two...two walked together to the Pantheon chairs. Clearly not paying attention.
"I'm telling you, you drunken lout. It was all a set up, you've been played. AGAIN" An educated voice with an carefully crafted accent announced. It was a well dressed man with a dogs head.

"You won't talk to me like that when I got my seat..." He growled bubbles into his tankard as he did. Cerpen had this annoyed looked, his bushy eyebrows flexing at him.

"Well, I'm going to take a seat too. I surly doubt the Essentials will put a..." He cut off. He pulled in his snout a little, he lost the heart to finish his sentence. The two parted ways and sat down at opposites sides of the rows.

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Some absent minded deity's papers started to float across across the room. riding the sudden chill that filled the air from the doorway. It was audible, nearly loud, despites its tame nature. In the nothingness that was the Divine realm even a cup of air felt like a tornado to the senses "Ah. I've been looking forward to this" Said an old voice, shambling out a tone that was shaking with a nervous glee. The speaker perked up from a small fog that seeped through the open doors, growing bigger with each step until a vague 5.6 tall humanoid silhouette appeared from it.

He took a deep breath, sucking up a long stream of his own smoke with a content smile on his face and let his posture drop into a casual confidence. Then he turned back. A hand reached out from a charcoal colored robbed follower and gently pushed him back to the court; it whispered in his ear as he did. He seemed surprised and elated again "Oh, I've been looking forward to this!" He said.

He repeated this process at least 3 times, blocking scores of lower deities with the amassing wards trying to lead him in. Eventually they managed to scoot him onto his throne: A mismatch design that had the springs of a bed under it, a wooden table over them, and the arm rests and top of a chair. It seems the designer didn't know what he was designing "This isn't comfortable" He complained. A stoic, given up voice from his robbed wards said automatically "You made it, sir"

"Ah."

A few moments later the second Essential entered: Huladni had the same stern look he granted to everyone, which in this case, he did grant to everyone. If an tension could cut skin then the court room would of been a massacre, each one earned a slow and deliberate stop in a brief, silent judgement. He stopped at Kozo and Mirli, a slight smile breaking the stale disclipline of his face. Then he turned it to the Pantheon seats and his brow collapsed into a glare. His body was so tense that it was displaying every muscle and bone more than an anatomy chart as he walked over to his throne.

Huladni's throne was simple, it had less of an appearence of design and more the look of a bunch of rocks that happened to form a vague throne shape. The first thing he did was looked down at Silacetus "This isn't an inheritance you know..." he had deep, masculine voice with an rough end to it, as if he had used it to bludgeon some animal to death before coming in. "This is about rules, if you don't respect rules then why are you here?" He asked, giving her an inquisitve frown.

Before she could answer a final person entered. An old man in a long sheet from some ancient, simple dress that went out of style at the very start of the shame of nudity. He looked mortal, nothing about him was unique or special, he even clumsily tripped over himself and nearly dropped his giant stack of papers as he entered. "No. I got it. Don't worry. They're ok!" He let out in a small smile of excitment, he looked around, no one shared it.

With that he slowly went and sat on the final throne: it was plain, white, featureless and sturdy. That was...well...would be Lorin's throne if he had a body, but his translator was sitting there instead. Funneling through an paper work as deep as a cinderblock and writing smaller than ants.

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@The Grey Dust

Is ok if I mention your god in one of the NPC lore, brother?

He was basically a guy who wanted to outshine the master but lost a bet-to the corrupter- that he could handle mortal life for a year. When he came back he was a depressed, drunk, apathetic wreck.

God RP Still Looking For Players

roleplayerguild.com/topics/170307-oh-…

I'm looking for more players for this RP: I'm going to keep this simple since most of the information is in the link.

In Brief:

We start after the first Highest Court is called; this is where all the new gods and lessers gods will try to appeal for their domain-that's right, you got to earn your domain. Think greek god pantheon- you buy your powers, set your stats, and try to shuffle you way into the position your character would like by either playing the courts, schemes, or out right violence if you can get away with it.

All while this is happening events are unfolding on the mortal world that the gods are expected to take care of, which, if how you do so or even you even DO bother with any mortal events then it can dramatically effect what will happen down the line. Politics, using mortals as pawns, hidden agendas, personal grudges and jealouslys all under the impending possibility of doom and danger? Potential for it all.

I would REALLY like it if we could get at least 8 gods-in total with the ones already in- so if you are interested or feel the system is too complex or whatever; let me know and I'll try to help you ease in.

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OOC Expecations and Rules

All RP'ers will expected to interact with each other outside of RP. Mingle and so on.

Posting will be expected every 3 days, max unless some sort of real life circumstance gets in the way.

2 paragraphs standard a post. This is not an absolute, and I leave it to RP'ers judgement when less is more. But this will be the standard.

All RP'ers will be expected to formulate relations of some sort with other gods from the get go during the creation phase.

All players should have something going on with someone all times. I will create events but it will important for the group to keep everyone in.

There will be only 1 Essential open for every 4 pantheon or lower.

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@The Grey Dust@Lord Zee@rush99999

Sill here; just added some npc essential gods. I will be adding more soon.

I might put up a new interest thread to see if we can get any more player gods while we're at it.

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Essential NPCS

Name "Uhm...honestly, I'm not rather sure. Do I have a name?" known by mortals as River

Essential

DOMAIN Uncertanity

TASK/CURSE/BURDEN: River cannot be certain of anything. He is trapped in a giant labyrinth of mirrors, forever wandering until his aids help him leave.

Appearence



Forever Flickering: mild aspects of his appearence change each time he blinks in and out of reality in a drifting phase of soft lighting. Anatomically he tends to appear as an man but due to most of his body being made up of a strange, expanding and contracting mess of smoke he occasionally slowly forms female shapes. He grows from 4 foot 2 inch to 7 foot 5 inch generally-although radical change above these have raringly occured- The only aspect that is solid is his face which will revert to a big bundle of clouds mimicking a mustache, an empty, but lumpy sputtering of hair over an spherical head and two glinting holes for eyes that constantly change color on average.

Personality

"Live for the moment....maybe"

River lives in the moment: he is mindlessly trusting of his league of created wards whom follow him everywhere, acting as his advisers and memory. He is easily fooled and guilable, but, predictably unpredictable and extremely sensitive to the now. Lacking an ability to hold grudges nor remember favors, instead, he opts to strike with blind, overwhelming fury or generous, warm gratitude immediately. He feels a deep empathy for mortals and gods alike, this can lead him to biasly back up people in the wrong that he sympathises with or jump in to deliver swift, uncaring, immediate justice.

Is surprisingly cunning, when given the chance to make his own choices away from his lurking wards.

Powers List

Shuffle {4} Shuffles an random power and stat between all gods present within visual range of River; even if he can't actually see them. Shuffle itself mimics another gods power at random, all stats are swapped. His power stat applies to any inherited power.

Influence 6

Power 7

Mortal Affairs -2

RELATIONS

Zhystkrexas, the Corrupter Has an amicable relationship from his side with the Corruptor. Impulse and desire are one of the few things he can enjoy. His guilable nature means he trust him more than he should but generally respects his ability to govern the gods when he can't. Which is almost all the time.

To everyone surprise, while trusting he spots trickery fairly quickly.

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Name Huladni: The Guardian

Essential

DOMAINEXISTENCE

TASK/CURSE/BURDEN: Huladni is the protector of existence and govern what is. He guards the stars at night from the Outsiders along with things that shouldn't exist that would undoubtedly wreak havoc if they entered reality.

Appearence



A mortal depiction of Huladni.

Muscular and simple. Huladni is is a strapping 6.6 tall mortal man with a sharp and ruggid cut to his figure, making his square and bold to his body shape. Muscular but well fed, making his belly small but potted a little under the rack of abs that he constantly displays. A tension forever hangs over his body, making him straight and narrow, but tight with a perptual stern look of an sergeant staring down an nervous private. He wears no armor nor clothing besides a simple loin clothe. A flowing flock of hair made of stars hangs over his face and his eyes glint with radiant sunshine.

Only fights with his bare hands or simple, primitive tools, such as rocks, boulders, animal bones, or fire.

Personality

Knowing: it's half the battle. The Guardian works with reality, striving to keep things in place rather than shift them about or rework them in some way. He lacks imagination in any form, being nearly dullheaded when it comes to conjuring up new concepts or ideas but makes up for it by being astute at working with what he presently has. He lacks ambition or need, unless the time calls for it. He accepts people and things for what they are, because of this he dosen't carry a lot of hope for people nor gods to change and will normally cement his judgement on someone firmly once it has been cast, but he may change if given a substantial amount of obvious proof to the contrary.

Powers List

Godly Strength Holds an divine strength that can shift mountains with effort.

Atheleticism Has an unnatural endurance and stamina. Can run forever and at a fast speed

Knowledge: Combat Tactics Has knowledge of combat tactics of the best of mortals to ever be. Naturally and instinctive knows how to utilize his skills in combat.

Kowledge: Brawling A rough and tumble version of the traditional marital art, while not as pretty, nor as effecient as Kung Fu brawling has its own charm. A mindless, simple charm, but one that still requires mastering none the less.

Stats

Mortal Affairs: 2

Influence: 6

Power: 3

RELATIONS

Zhystkrexas, the Corrupter A deep and unending frustation at Zhystkrexas's games. He hates deception, prefering things to be out in the open. He takes every chance he can to take over the reigns in Highest Court but has accepted most of the time he has to trust the Corrupter to regulate due to the inmobility of his own duties.

Lorin

Feels nothing for Lorin, he is a rock. Supposedly there is soemthing of a mind inside it...but he's never seen it.

River

Pities and despises River, he never knows where River stands but he is aware that is not his fault. Secrectly loathes his witless nature as it means he has little allies to help reign Zhystkrexas in.

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Name Lorin: the stone.

Essential

DOMAIN Certanity

TASK/CURSE/BURDEN: Is a giant cubic rock containing a being at the centre: it cannot move, degrade, be freed, create new opinions, speak, act or think new thoughts. Was tasked with creating certanity and stability. The nano-second he was born he generated every thought he had and will ever have, all marked on the rock that is his body. Lives in a state of being alive without living. Cannot die but cannot do anything.

Appearence



Lorin is a 100 metre by 100 metre cube in all directions, it's stone is not made of any natural or even divine material that can be described. No form of markings can be placed onto the cube, including accidental or enviroment changes such as dust from the air or water from rain. Statically it remains in a totally neutral state, even gods will complain that touching the cube dosen't cause any sensation. Lorin is totally indestructable by all known forms of attacks, including attacks by other deities. While not visible at first, the cube actually has writing across it in all directions and overlaping in grid functions to reuse its own words for new sentences. These writings are all opinions and on ALL possible scenarios.

This writing is translated by a single living being who examines the cube that looks exactly like a man. He has never stopped reading, except when asked to give Lorin's opinion on something, including things to not yet occur.

Personality

Static: Lorin has a concrete, no-nonesense attitude at all times. Strict and demands uniformity, straight-forward thinking and the expectation that once you have an idea that you should immediately follow through with it. Dosen't understand the concept of second guessing, caution or revisiting a concept and has a swift, harsh, cruel, and unyeiliding judgement on anyone that tries to do so: Death. If the offender cannot die then imprisonment for eternity. He never forgives, never goes back on a choice and is totally, unquestionably impossible to manipulate.

Powers List

True Neutral{4} Cannot be touched, interacted with, effected by powers nor can it do so anyone else.

Stats

Mortal Affairs: -2

Influence: 6

Power: 7

RELATIONS

Zhystkrexas, the Corrupter

An needed evil that should be destroyed as soon as it is possible without causing an world ending event.

Huladni: The Guardian

Dutiful serf. You always know where he stands.

River

Pitiable Tool. Useless outside of his function.

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Some essentials NPCs to start off. May include more. Panthon and lessers coming.

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Hider

Name Cerpen

Appearence



Cerpen wears an suit of mortal design that once fit him tightly and complimented his atheletic figure, but now the front has been stretched into a malformed blob from rapid expansion and its limbs loosely hang over his now flabby tubes. Dirt, vomit, tear stains, scracthes, tears, loose threads and even urination mark his suit from years of being worn without care at a constant rate. His face is eternally pulled to the floor into a depressed donward cast, giving anyone the impression that it will just slide off eventually.

Personality

In the begining Cerpen was a cruious sort with an staggering need to empathize and understand the people around him. He delighted in figuring out other peoples issues and coming up with conclusions that bring two incompatible forces together. He never passed up the chance to wear other peoples shoes and had taken all roles or life styles at least once in his time. When he had a wager the Corrupter for the head seat in the pantheon court upon its opening he took it.

The wager was that he couldn't live on a mortal world for a year. When he returned Cerpen was a different man. Fat, drunk, derpessed, eternally dismissive and forlorne. When not crying or drunk, he is nhilistic and easily annoyed, he hates interruptions and is quick to give others trouble for them, even if the interruption is important.

Powers List

Control Water1

Control Fire1

Control Air1

Control Earth1

Stats

Mortal Affairs: 4

Influence: 4

Power: 2

RELATIONS

Zhystkrexas, the Corrupter

I hate him....he was right...

Huladni: The Guardian

Always looking down on me. It's easy to hold your head up high when you live in the stars

River

Best secrect keeper in the world

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Name Gudaboa: The Seeker

Appearence



A dogs head placed firmly ontop of an middle aged mans body. Gudaboa has a pair of human eyes that sit awkwardly in his skull, appearing too big and even bulging out of his mismatched face a bit. The inside of his ears are also human while the outside are a long, flappy curtain of a dogs. His fur changes depending on the seasons: The sunnier it is the darker he gets until he black, the darker it is the brighter he gets until he is gold. He normally seen wearing a very high end, rustic noble suit although sometimes he will wear fancy greek clothes or even royal attire.

Personality

Reliable and honest. The seeker is only interested in whatever agenda he has set out in his head, while good intentioned he trusts his own judgements too much. It can take a lot to make him see that his long term plans are not always what best for everyone, or sometimes, totally contradicting the reality. He is not overtly idealistic but he is narrow minded. He is humanitarian at heart and likes the standard good stuff of: equality, justice, and education.

Powers List

Knowledge: Mathmatics Essentially a Calculator.

Knowledge: Chemistry Don't eat yellow snow. Is a master of chemistry comparatively to to a post 21st century genius.

Knowledge: Biology The Seekers understanding of the science of life is the stuff of sci fi novels.

Atheleticism Can run at intense speeds without tiring.

Stats

Mortal Affairs: 5

Influence: 2

Power: 3

RELATIONS

Zhystkrexas, the Corrupter
He think he is smarter than he is, and we are dumber than we are. There is a distinct gap of respect for our relationship to work. But I respect him as a collegue if nothing else

Huladni: The Guardian

If only ALL the Essentials were as civic minded as Huladni

River

A sad Existence. Sometimes I bring him books, I know he can't read them but I think he just enjoys the thought.

Lorin: The Stone

Mortal have this idea that we can save them, that, we hold some sort of cosmic card to push back the worst fears. But...Lorin...his existence....he is living that worst fear. We can do nothing...I don't like to think about it...

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MORTAL AGENTS

Zhystkrexas, the Corrupter

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Reeg Wean

23

Male (Enuuch)

FAITH: 50% "Sometimes pissing my tormentor off is worth the punishment"

History: Made a deal back in the nomadic period to form a single uniting force. His ruthless methods led to him being cooked and eaten by the-then- cannibalistic tribes that he recruited. Ironically, said tribes were purged for their cannibalism 50 years later. Was a lowly foot solders before his deal durring a drunken night in one of the small tent villages popping up at the time.

Traits: Hedonistic (is easily led away from duties that seduce or tempt him)

Battle Ready (Can't be taken by surprise from an attacker)

Swordsman (Can use a sword to an trained level)

Nomad (Dosen't get tired from long travelling long distances unlike other agents)

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@Duoya

Hey, man. If you can't find the energy to post or something, I can post next(tonight or in the morning) you can post after that.