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@WanderingSpirit

All gods besides essentials are up to a 100 years old, BUT, they can also be just recently created.

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@rush99999

Only if they are in the area it is being cast. Miracles tend to be mass spread things like tornados, tidal waves, plague ectr. Only special conditions allow for singular casting-such as reviving a dead leader- gods can get caught in the throes of miracle if they are on the mortal plane though.

Miracles can't be cast anywhere else. Unless the caster is in their own private realm.

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@rush99999

Miracles can only relate to your powers.

A miracle is something you cast on a nation or area using up one of your miracle slots/points. When a miracle is cast-with your stated intent- an effect is produced shortly after which will appear like a normal mortal world update.

EG: I rain fire down on the mortals with my miracle. I have 3 power in fire control.

X country capital bursts into flame as fire drops from the air. No scientific explanation has been found for this anomaly, the fireforce has been calling in trucks all over the country to try and tackle this epidemic. Fire has only been seen raining over the capital, leading to questions as to wether this was some form of hostile foreign attack with a new type of weapon.

XXX number dead.

Cities are chaos as refugees flood into nearby towns that can't support them. Crime rises as people are driven into poverty despair from losing all their valuable from this calamity.

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PERK LIST

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Zhystkrexas, the Corrupter

COILING CONTRACTS

Your mortal agents that die will revive each ERA SHIFT.

OLD RELIGION

Your image or at least your domain has a very old following of worshipers. When an event would normally effect your MORTAL AFFAIRS or agents in a country that you are favored in. You only recieve HALF the penalty.

ESSENTIAL IMMORTALITY

You can only be killed by another ESSENTIAL, Vorpal Weaponry, outsiders, or by being kept from your fufilling your curse requirements for a full week.

VICE IN FAMINE

Every time a country experiences a famine or food shortage you gain an extra 1 power for each country. If the country loses this condition, is destroyed, too many of its populace dies then you lose these power points.

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The Lesser God Who Does Not Exist

NONSENSE

You can sense nothingness and when nothing is happening. This sense includes the future for up to 1 month but only if you focus on a specific event. Because anything can count as breaking nothing-such as a rock falling- this ability dosen't break the normal -future sight rules- intent. sneaking up on you count as breaking nothingness.

LATE TO THE PARTY

Whenever a radius attack is used, be it magical, divine, elemental, or mechanical you are not effected. This include miracles. Even if a volcano erupts and vomit lava everywhere, you are not hit.

SPECIAL RECRUITMENT

All your followers have forms of special sight powers, however, they are all also MAD in some form.

HE'S AROUND HERE...SOMEWHERE...ROUGHLY...

In contrast to LATE TO THE PARTY. If someone can sense you or see you, as long as you are not behind something when they attempt to attack you specifically, it will always hit. You cannot dodge and they cannot miss.

DON'T WANT TO SEE IT

Your strange relationship with non-existence allows you an empathetic link to all nearby Outsiders. This gives you a warning to outsider attacks and the ability to see what they erased, however, you have a chance to panic in fear when sensing them near.

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SILACETUS: THE MOTHER

BEASTLY NATURE

Whenever a monstrous sentient race appears, you have a 50% chance to immediately gain one as an mortal agent. If their race dies or hunted to near extinction then you lose this agent.

WE ALL HAVE FAVORITES

Your creations instinctively know who your mortal agents are. Mortal Agents who reach AVATAR, FANATIC, or PROPHET levels can telepathically communicate and command your creations at will. Allowing them to be feilded together in events.

COMPULSIVE THEOCRACY

The more dominant your creation become, the more well known and wide spread will your religion become. Specifically due to your imagery and religion warding them off from sentient prey. At EXTREME levels of population, they give the native populace a bonus to their defense...if they favor you.

DIVERSITY

The more diverse the race of a sentient populaces is, the higher your mortal agent recruitment is. You gain a tiny chance to get HYBRIDS races as your agents, whom will have random beneficial traits.

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Merlí

FRIENDLY FACE

Your inherently human nature makes other humans more warm to you. When talking to any human in person you gain +2 to mortal affairs stat towards any action, or inaction, you are trying to convince them to do.

LOOK AGAIN

Whenever someone tries to use any PSI form of mind domination, suggestion, hypnotism, mood influence, or straight up lie your GM rolls a dice with a 75% chance to see through or be unaffected to any of these conditions due to your special sight.

GLOBE TROTTER

Due to your presence in most countries in some form, When you get a mortal agent you can use this perk ONCE only upon getting them to decide where your chosen agent lives and comes from.

STUDY PARTNER

When another god or mortal countries discover a spell. You gain a copy of that spell, as long as they don't count as an innate ability or trait.

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Kozo

COMFORTABLE DOMAIN

Your tendency towards a nice and friendly practice means your religions appeals is much stronger and longer lasting. Whenever you are favored in a country you gain a +1 to mortal affairs. This bonus is lost if you fall out of favor.

THE GOLDEN RULE

Because of your religions good nature your mortal agents are less likely to be killed or injured to make examples. They also gain a slight chance to survive any wars, due to being peacefully taken in as prisoners. However, they all have the PACIFIST trait and will have low chances of winning combat/ dangerous missions.

OLD RELIGION

Your image or at least your domain has a very old following of worshipers. When an event would normally effect your MORTAL AFFAIRS or agents in a country that you are favored in. You only recieve HALF the penalty.

TAKE THEM TWICE A DAY

The respect for living things is passed down onto your worshippers who practice their era equilivant form of medicine. As your domain grows the population health effects will recieve a bonus based on how favored you are. Your worshippers are also less likely to die to plague and famine events.

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Feh'Orah

FRIENDLY FACE

Your inherently human nature makes other humans more warm to you. When talking to any human in person you gain +2 to mortal affairs stat towards any action, or inaction, you are trying to convince them to do.

CONVERSATIONIST

The way you talk, your general charisma. Maybe it's because you lack any hostile or creepy factor. Gods whom normally take no part in voting in the audience will sometimes randomly back up your nominations or ideas. Giving you a small chance to gain from 1 to 4 influence points. Depending on how lucky you are.

IN THE RIGHT LIGHT

Your bendable nature and understanding of light allows you to slightly change things to mortals appeals in real time; without thinking about it. Although this dosen't warrant enough skill or power to warrant ability: it gives you a small chance to make mortals run away in FEAR or become CHARMED by your speeches/actions, depending on your intention.

SPOT LIGHT EFFECT

Your mortal agents have a natural inclination to try to be the centre of attention. They are very good at swaying masses, and you have good chance to recruit skilled entertainers/musiciains/poets ectr whenever you gain a mortal. However, they also tend to do missions themselves in search of fame.

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@pokemad1

Accepted.

The only balance I'm going to give is that his construct can be seen as fake by anyone with special sight powers specified and can be destroyed by magic/ god powers that act like magic eg: fire control.

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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.