The Grey Dust

The Blood Compact

<Snipped quote by Shikaru>

Oh it's too late, the world's already in shambles.
Kami fucked up yo crib.
Everyone's pushing Bedi's buttons and he's gonna explode any moment now.
We're outta fancy vamper wine!

@akje

Bedivere will explode into a seething ball of pent up rage and fury, deciding to burn the Countryside as a giant Red Dragon.

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Then that fails to explain how Gabe saved Mithas

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There still must be someone making the judgment call to pull the trigger. Unless you are fine with A I shooting anything that moves or matches certain criteria using algorithms for recognition.

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Well it's generally accepted by now that Gabriel is just an OP character.

No denying it :P Perception after all makes reality for humans.
And since this is a human thread not filled with Cyborgs (even Kami managed to fall prey despite probable mechanical assistance in coordinating and targeting attacks).

I suppose Taliesin would already be there. She is after all within Bedivere's local. It would be rude not have her invited just for the sake of formalities, even if Bedivere controls the UK.

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Posted an App.

The God of Secrets.

Edit: There appears to be some overlap with Dar'Tyrwin. Maybe X is the Study of Magic, While Dar'tyrwin is the use of Magic? Like the Ioun vs Corellon Larethian

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Name: X (pronounced “ecks”)

Titles: The Voice of the Silent, The Lord of Whispers, Veiled One.

True name: Truly a secret worthy of the God of Secrets:

It's a Secret!

Apocrypha

Inspiration:

Appearance:

To Mortals and Gods:

Appearing to both Mortals and Gods in the same form, X does not differ his appearance to either party. A flowing robe conceals his physical manifestation, dissolving the God to little more than a pair of long slender hands emerging from the sleeves and a partial face beyond the veil of eternal mystery. There is no face beyond the lower half of his visage, and in truth nothing beneath the robes.

Symbols: A circle with an X, representing something not only disallowed once, but twice over as something truly forbidden. It is also a reference to his namesake.

Symbol of Secrets

Portfolio: Secrets Domain; Subdomains of Arcana, Mystery, and Truth.

X governs information and the flow of information. That which is known can be struck from memory, that which is not known can be revealed. Even Omniscience of the gods cannot undo what X has done once a secret is made. X harbors these secrets in his forbidden books and controls the darkest secrets of the world. He was once a god of knowledge, specifically dangerous knowledge and his domain entices others who seek it. For there is power in secrets, and what secrets does the God of Secrets harbor from the Gods themselves?

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Servitors:

Bookkeepers.

Inherently Blind, Deaf and Mute, these phantasmal creatures are chained to their respective lecterns. They merely keep the structure afloat and mobile as they record in their book that which was seen, heard or spoken by stealing the sensation of others which can see, hear or speak for their own. Their books are often treasured as analects of secrets or volumes of recorded history, some may even transcend the ordinary and become a Forbidden Book.

Weapon:
The Forbidden Books of Knowledge: Secrets are power. Scattered throughout the world in the aftermath of the God Wars, these artifacts of X may fall into the hands of mortals often not by chance alone. The mystical books harbor many topics from the hidden arts of summoning creatures which should not be, to the method of attaining godhood. Nevertheless, all secrets come at a price, and to glean information from one of the sealed books one must break the seal placed upon it by X. To do so would be to offer a great revelation, an important secret that no one else knows, and with this exchange of information does book unlock itself and reveal a sliver of knowledge before sealing itself once more to hear another secret. In such a way, one secret is revealed and traded for another.

While the books themselves have secret names, mortals who know of their existence give them common names. The Compendium Explanaris for example is a traveller’s guide to the far realms at the edge of known creation. The Diabolic Folio lists out methods to conjure terrible evil avatars from the underworld, while The Volume of Exalted Paragons is summons forth avatars of good from the Heavens. The Blackest Grimoire is filled with the practice of necromancy and beyond with the secret to create new life. The Fata Matera is a book of fate, detailing methods of how to change fate and defy the gods. Lesser books are unnamed and contain secrets of sorcery, magic and arcana, while others are caches of secrets kept throughout history which can be brought to light to change it. Finally the greatest of all: The Ledger of Apotheosis where all secrets are kept, and the true names and whispered banes of the immortals themselves are rumored to be. The Ledger of Apotheosis is said to be the Book which appears with X as he manifests in physical form.

Familiar: White and Black Pepper Moths. The White Moths reveal secrets, while the Black Moths create secrets.

Followers:

Seers and Oracles.

They who seek to learn the secret fates of others.

Mages, Scholars and Researchers

They who seek to learn the secrets of the arcane arts, esoteric and more.

Order of the White Moth

The Order of the White Moth seeks to collect and protect secrets.

Order of the Black Moth

The Order of the Black Moth seeks to collect and use secrets.

Bio:
Long ago, before the great schism of the gods, X was a God of Knowledge, benevolent and kind. There was no need for secrecy, silence was never needed for an answer. X knew all, well beyond the stretch of the other gods, X saw deep into the world and of its inner workings. For a time, the mortals knew X for the gifts he brought alongside his brethren. The knowledge of how to tame fire, magic and medicine to name a few things X had deemed appropriate for the Mortals and approved by the other gods as he argued reasons why they should have such knowledge. Fire to provide them warmth and allow them to send burnt offerings to their gods, Magic to shape their world without the need of divine intervention, and Medicine such that they may extend their lives to worship their gods. All these things X believed were well and good, and for centuries it was.

Then was made the first secret of existence. That which X did not know came into the minds and thoughts of the Evil gods. This was the first fall of power he had experienced, and from it, they had used his lack of knowledge against him. They had planned this for decades beyond time, with humans they rebelled against the Creator using the very knowledge X had so innocently given away years before. And so it began, a war known now as the Clash of Gods.

When it was over, X was no longer the God of Knowledge, but rather now corrupted by the birth of Secrets. The Creator had asked of X one task for his failings. Though he was found innocent of conspiring with the Evil Gods, he was sentenced to dwell in the heavens, never again to intercede and bring the gift of Knowledge to the world. But not before striking out the name of Fallen one from all of history, time and memory. This was his first act, as the God of Secrets.

Now in the ethereal realms of his hidden sanctum does he listens to the world. Recording that which is unseen by the public eye. Lovers moonlight trysts, assassination plots and more. Watching vigilant against those who would abuse knowledge as the evil ones did.

Table of Monsters

"Your electrical Magics would most likely cause burns and perhaps damage neural tissue, which is why I suggested drowning. Excess Cellular fluid can be accounted for but damage would be difficult to access the original state of the tissue." So the horse was left to live another day, in fact it had already began to wander off, edging away from the strange fish person which was all too eager to touch it. It was a shame really, a shame that he had no stone tablets to write upon his observations as brief as they were.

The rest of the group seemed to drag itself and the metal scrap pieces from the battle over to the blacksmith, or rather grey-smith. The plan was to melt down a sword into the cast steel and from there create new weapons for their ragtag group. Weaponry was really not of R'lyeh's concern given that he used his to simply assist him in walking as they had taken his stainless steel staff earlier. What was more endearing was the selflessness of the Blue Kobold who would rather make a spear and dagger than a dagger and rapier. A rapier and dagger took the majority of the steel combination, however a dagger and spear would hardly take any. Something was certainly not quite right here, just by mere analysis of material to production yield ratio.

"Pardon me to interject, however, although I am not a blacksmith by trade, I have studied S'Augwin metallurgy. I believe your earlier statement and estimate of total material in the sword is inaccurate. Assuming your forge is adequately tempered at the proper heat of melting for steel and the oxygen content is idealized, I would apply a 90 to 95% material recovery ratio from the steel weapon my companion has provided." The Sagahin had to pause a bit due to the heat of the forge, "From this, I had estimated the human's weapon to provided adequate material for all three weapons, given the relatively little steel is actually required to make a spearhead is approximately equal to that of a dagger. Also, given the taper of the rapier, dependent upon design and craftsmanship, I suspect it is also feasible to create a steel rapier out of the remaining material which should be at about 60-70% remaining of the original amount of steel."

"That being said, I mean not to insinuate that you are deliberately attempting to retain an amount of steel for your own production purposes, but perhaps an error is estimation..." A quick but convoluted apology should he offend the Kobold's scheme of swindling some steel for himself.

"Alright, Alright, you caught me, I was going to melt some steel into making some nails..." The Grey-scale admitted freely to avoid being insulted in his craft by a bookish fish-person. "But I don't know what sort of fancy furnaces you fish folk have down there, you need to teach me how to make some of that unrustable metal you folks make in the sea."

"The process of making such steel requires a particular blending of materials in a specified ratio per the temperature of our undersea vents within minimized air exposure. If you are interested, in the event that my currently steel staff is return to me, you may have it as payment for the services provide here? I may purchase another with my research funds provided by the Aug'Toor. However until then, I would require merely a spearhead to be made for myself, one which can replace the current one I am using."

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I think it's the other non pokeperson's turn >_>

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Thrall.

Bedivere's Thrall keeps the grounds.

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"What is the meaning of this Interruption!?" Bedivere bellowed out, his temper flaring.

"You!" His red eyes seemed to almost flame within his sockets. His anger was quite a spectacle to behold as few things ever made Bedivere more peeved than interrupting an event, uninvited. Especially one as this council meeting. His fury was seething out of hand before the council, and perhaps as a show of dominance in controlling the flow of the meeting, made it clear it was never his intent on inviting the vampiress. "This is a meeting of the Elder Kin. You are the last of your line, your invitation was not sent for as you are not a siress. Now get thee away lest anyone in the council wishes to vouch for Miss Adoresl and would motion to open the floor to let her in our meeting."

And if that was not enough...

"Sir, I am afraid I have detected the presence of a human on the castle grounds..." A servitor reported, appearing from the shadows of one of the corridors.

"Bring him in and let him serve as catering. Then, do not interrupt the council ever again, thus kill yourself after." And with that, the poor thrall went to fetch Martin. He would unfortunately have to obey Bedivere and, upon bringing Martin inside, somehow kill himself. Perhaps blunt force trauma by repeated smashing of his head into the stone floors?

And finally there was Gabriel. Completely the Last straw.

"Enough of this. The Next interruption must be dealt with more appropriately."