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Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Will type up a post and look at Wong's character in a few hours, tovarische.

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Alright then.

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So... what happens now?

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Do you think I am amused by this?

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Name: Shoshar, the Water Dragon

@Muttonhawk

Accepted with loving arms by the GM; a very interesting and well-developed character. I hope you have the patience to read the plot thus far. These posts are quite long.

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Tower of Broken Dreams, Ceyr ————————————————————————— "If, that is, there is anything at all to discuss," the arch-demon replied to Varavana. When Agimar arrived, Kyras gave his fellow demon an acknowledging nod, having deigned cheerfully not to respond to Hiraga. Meanwhile Thirianna was closing her eyes and quelling the urges to argue with what she deemed as an arch-traitor, since all of her rebuttals involved the use of her lance. With particular distaste, she spoke, noting the faint shimmer of mischievousness on the bird-deity's beady little eyes when one of his heads regarded the half-breed Itone, and as Vaul nodded approvingly when Neveras dissipated his sword. "Kyras. I don't want you here either, but this involves all us spirits, us brothers and-" "You still cling to the notion that we are siblings in that manner? Then looks like mortals must be nothing but a horde of incestuous-" A sharp rumble tore through the floor as Thirianna smacked the foot of her lance upon it, a crisp thunderclap, almost deafening, accompanying the silencing gesture with a flash of golden light. For a moment, her eyes began to glow eerily, and the air seemed to be oppressive, before she hid her power once more, her cordiality gone. "But this involves all of us," she reiterated. "As such, the presences of angel, god, demon and upstart are required. Still, I must remind you that I am the host of this affair, and am perfectly content with leaving you here and having someone else be representative of Hades, if more blasphemies vomit from your unclean mouths. Now," She stepped back a pace and swept her eyes to all those who have come thus far. "I sense no other presence approaching, near or far. We wait for Dorn, then we will depart to Aett. He is near." "Aett?" Vaul cocked up an eyebrow. "What for?" "You will see," Thirianna flashed him a knowing smile. Kyras furrowed his brows as much as a bird could, and looked confused. It was then that a figure surmounted the final stair-step and emerged from the interior of the tower. Clad in black mithril plate, Dorn, God of Man, took his place amongst the gathered crowd and rested on the floor the pommel of his warhammer, which was large as befitted a hulking tower of strength such as he. Having taken a vow of silence at the conclusion of the War, he could only greet Voana, whom he held with the greatest of respects as a warrior, with a wordless nod, and looked expectantly at the arch-angel, who flashed him a smile in greeting. "We will discuss Fate in the presence of our Maker," Thirianna said decisively, as she gestured with a smooth hand movement and forcibly tied two far-away places together with her divine might, swirling the reality before her into a shimmering portal, upon which was a picture of a different world: a snow-blanketed grove of Featherwind trees, upon whose pink leaves danced and twirled playful wisps -- strange magical creatures native to Aett, and ones who could survive only in its essence-sussurated environment. Far beyond the trees, towering walls of steel dominated the skyline and over whose edges meekly peeked the shy Aun, who was far enough away that the world was perpetually in a sort of twilight, where one could see always the sea of stars glittering upon the backdrop of the void. "In front of the Corpse?" Kyras was incredulous, clearly not having anticipated this development. "You would let us into your Fortress? You would let Agimar and I into your most hallowed places?" "Like I said, this involves all of us." Then the angel stepped into the portal and emerged out the other side, making its surface ripple mystically.

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Knock yourselves out. Two players have thus far been inactive.

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Tower of Broken Dreams, Ceyr ————————————————————————— "Softer, you say?" Vaul said, dry amusement coloring his voice as he measured Voana's wife with his piercing gaze. "You think me softer now?" His eyebrows quirked up mockingly; he found Neveras non-threatening enough to be flippant, and he was about to grin, laugh even, before quelling its precursor of a ghostly smile. "Well, perhaps you are right. In these relatively peaceful times, those who can test my mettle are few and far between. I must confess my sword-arm not seeing much use since the conclusion of the war. Or rather, since Thirianna over here rendered me incapable. Good day to you, Sohena," he abruptly ignored the warrior god, and gestured limply with his hand. "It is well that you are out of Hades; its grimness and fires do not suit one such as you. Could the small one be your sister's... wife?" Thirianna's relative solemness contrasted with the playful Vaul, and she greeted the newly-arrived trio with only a nod, with respect to the smith god's making conversation. She turned appropriately the moment her right cheek was bathed in red light, and beheld a tear in reality wherefrom swirling crimson and heat profusely bled. The angel could not help but frown as her direct opposite stepped out of the portal. It was a large bipedal crow whose feathers shone in the colors of the rainbow. A clawed, feathered hand held at its right a long golden staff headed by the horned skull of a goat, whose empty eye sockets eerily glowed blue with eldritch power. Its belly had white down mottled with black, and was festooned by many golden chains and baubles like brooches whose arrangement was chaotic and devoid of symmetry. Two necks with wrinkled skin terminated in avian heads. As Kyras, Arch-Demon and Guardian of Hades, spoke, his twin beaks revealed their serrated teeth, and when one beak spoke half of a sentence, it would silence, and the other would finish it. "Thirianna," Kyras put in, cutting her off before she could speak. "Firstly, know that I find little joy in being taken away from my projects, and that I am here only because of my position as Guardian. Second, know that the others do not believe, and think you are lying or deluded to the point of madness, which, if I were less clever, would believe; but at the moment, I only find it a probable thing. Thirdly, it is folly to wait for any more of our siblings at this gathering. Only Dorn, self-proclaimed God of Humanity, journeys toward this place; the others lack faith in you, and will not come." He tapped his relic staff on the ground, partly to punctuate that last statement, partly to prevent rebuttal from the angel. "You will tell me all that you know; I shall extract the truth from your hopeful conjectures," he said, his four beady eyes regarding Thirianna and her only, before apparently realizing that they were not alone, and took a look around with only one head, lowing the other a few inches so as to get a better view. "This reunion is pathetic. Sohena, Vaul, Hiraga -- you don't actually believe that the Creator stirs from death, do you? This is a waste of our time. Look," he gestured at Varavana and Gaon, extending a claw towards them. "The infants are tired from traveling. They come here for nothing."

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Well, the majority of participants have introduced themselves. After meet and greet is finished, we can go drive the plot forwards. I've also made a chatroom so we can communicate faster and better.

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Tower of Broken Dreams, Ceyr ————————————————————————— When Varavana offered his verbal piece, Vaul's relaxed expression as he regarded Danives contorted into one of annoyance as his eyes, normally green, adopted a peculiar red tinge and flicked towards the chimera. "Your attempts at philosophy are amateurish and irritating, infant. What do you even know of Ceyr? I don't recall you being there before the War. Now, speak not unless spoken to; your existence is-" Thirianna's angelic figure then suddenly came in between the two. She shot the smith god behind her a disapproving look, but then smiled at little Varavana before her, bending her knees, a nimble hand on her thigh, as she tried to be at eye level with the shorter creature. "Please do not mind Vaul here, little one; he's always been cranky since the day of his inception. You must be Varavana, correct? What an adorable little thing!" And then she started ruffling his hair. The Elven smith god scowled and frowned; then indifference flashed on his face, and then he looked confused, as his elder sister approached Gaon and smothered the wretched upstart, too, with scandalously abundant maternal affection. But to protest at this would invite rebuke from her, and he most certainly did not want that humiliation to add to his sister's recent, silent and effective admonition. Thirianna was amongst the most powerful of the spirits back then, and even weakened as she was now, there was little doubt in her ability to best him in the martial arts. Thankfully, Neveras' arrival brought his mind away from such troubling thoughts. He looked at the battered spirit, whose form was that of an athletic youth, two wings -- one a majestic white and the other an ominous black -- sprouting from his back. He cocked an eyebrow in recognition, before a millisecond later he noticed that the supposed keeper of the balance of power -- one who failed in his task, by the way -- gripped in his hand his naked spirit sword. Vaul frowned, and raised his palm and interjected as Neveras spoke, his voice resolute with power and authority: "Be silent. We come here with open hands, but you ready a clenched fist. Sheathe your sword." Thirianna, who had finished returning Gaon's hat after patting him on the head like a dog, mirrored in silence what Vaul said with an unamused look. Neveras' threatening stance spared for Yakushi no attention from the two.