In all seriousness I get it, though. I've also been feeling like I've spread my stuff too thin and have been dealing with the same characters for way too long. I still try to get out occasional posts, but at this point I feel inclined to suggest that we consider writing towards a conclusion for this Divinus so that it can have a proper ending as opposed to a slow death. Then we'd be able to start a new one, of course.
To be honest, I wouldn't mind a new Divinus, especially with the upgrades to the rules Termite and co made. I'd like to try some new ideas and all that.
A travelling fleet of resistance fighters whose enemies compose of, verbatim, "All those kingdoms and empires and shit." Hails from the days of the Orionic Empire. Officially, they want the establisment of a galactic republic. In practice, they generally just enflame malcontents wherever they currently are.
Claim
The only land the Alliance claims is bases scattered throughout the galaxy.
Government
The alliance is lead by a council of liberated planets, each member serving a different role. Some are civilian leaders while others are military leaders. There is always at least one fleet admiral and at least one general. These council members are presided over by an elected speaker, whom claims loyalty to no one planet, instead loyal only to the fleet.
History
"Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the galaxy would do this, it would change the universe." - Agonis Sevras, on the eve of the battle that would prove his death.
The Alliance was formed late in the lifespan of the Orionic Empire, its founding members stating their intent to reform the hereditary, failing empire with a republic. Initially made of rebel cells scattered across the various planets of the empire, they eventually merged together into a force to be reckoned with. The Rebel Fleet was created out of this centralization of rebel assets, a massive armada of repurposed civilian frigates, outdated military cruisers, and old fighters. Bases were established across the galaxy, and the Alliance was truly born.
Using Free Association assets as well as their own, they proved to be a thorn in the side of the Empire. However, they were not the cause of the collapse, though they did wrest control from many imperial successor states, freeing many planets. Under this time they followed the leadership of what was described as the chosen one of the Alliance, a man named Agonis Sevras. Under his leadership, they peaked, at their highest point boasting resistance fleets across the galaxy. When he was killed in a massive battle against an imperial successor, the Alliance almost collapsed.
Though they won that battle, it came at a hefty price. Entire fleets were destroyed by the imperial successor state, and without strong leadership the surviving fleets scattered, all except one. Inviting in a council of liberated planets, they bolstered themselves and weathered the attacks. Though no longer at their peak, they remain a thorn in the side of many empires and kingdoms. For years upon years they travelled the galaxy, fighting injustice and fanning the fires of resistance wherever they went.
However, this fleet remains a bastion of hope for free-thinkers and rebel fighters who come across it. Despite its seemingly small stature, it maintains its bases across the stars and boasts an armada of ships that are not so easily beaten, albeit using mainly outdated military ships and repurposed civilian freighters.
Military
There are two arms to the Alliance, the Fleet and the Army. The army is much more rarely used, as the alliance prefers strike squads and training the locals, but the fleet, especially the starfighter core, see plenty of work. The military's equipment is not standardized, and many different types of ships and weapons see use. However, there are a few general ship designs that see major use.
An ancient but still reliable workhorse, the CC-88 is a long-range fighter with surprising nimbleness, sturdiness, and weapon loadout. It has been a mainstay of the fleet for centuries, and it's easy to tell why. While too expensive for an empire to mass-produce, the ship is perfect for smaller-scale operations of resistance fighters. It can carry a variety of armaments, while maintaining a max speed and manueverability above that of most other starfighters.
The AV-324 is another workhorse of the Alliance Fleet, a simple multi-role gunship capable of carrying heavy armaments and transport troops. It seats two pilots and can carry seven people comfortably in the hold. It is also sturdy and capable enough for atmospheric entry. It is a relatively old design, not featuring many modern standards, and instead focuses on its reliability and capability over its technological edge.
Misc
Religion/Culture: There is no one set religion in the fleet, as they accept people from all walks of life. No census is held, either. There is no data on the religions of the fleet.
Demographics (Species): The fleet is made up of all kinds of species, and no census is ever held. They accept all species as long as they're willing to do their part.
Characters: Will get into this IC.
Relations: They have a terrible relationship with any non-democratic government. They are unofficially allies of the Free Association, and often trade people and supplies with them.
Habitation: There exists two types of habitable rebel assets, bases and ships. The ships are semi-nomadic, travelling the galaxy and resisting where they can. The bases are entirely fixed in place, and act as a beacon of stability for the ships to return to for supply and rearmament. Ships can vary anywhere from small three-person runabouts to massive thousand-man freighters. The bases vary similarly, some full fledged cities and some nothing more than landing pads for ships.
A travelling fleet of resistance fighters whose enemies compose of, verbatim, "All those kingdoms and empires and shit." Hails from the days of the Orionic Empire. Officially, they want the establisment of a galactic republic. In practice, they generally just enflame malcontents wherever they currently are.
Claim
The only land the Alliance claims is bases scattered throughout the galaxy.
Government
The alliance is lead by a council of liberated planets, each member serving a different role. Some are civilian leaders while others are military leaders. There is always at least one fleet admiral and at least one general. These council members are presided over by an elected speaker, whom claims loyalty to no one planet, instead loyal only to the fleet.
History
"Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the galaxy would do this, it would change the universe." - Agonis Sevras, on the eve of the battle that would prove his death.
The Alliance was formed late in the lifespan of the Orionic Empire, its founding members stating their intent to reform the hereditary, failing empire with a republic. Initially made of rebel cells scattered across the various planets of the empire, they eventually merged together into a force to be reckoned with. The Rebel Fleet was created out of this centralization of rebel assets, a massive armada of repurposed civilian frigates, outdated military cruisers, and old fighters. Bases were established across the galaxy, and the Alliance was truly born.
Using Free Association assets as well as their own, they proved to be a thorn in the side of the Empire. However, they were not the cause of the collapse, though they did wrest control from many imperial successor states, freeing many planets. Under this time they followed the leadership of what was described as the chosen one of the Alliance, a man named Agonis Sevras. Under his leadership, they peaked, at their highest point boasting resistance fleets across the galaxy. When he was killed in a massive battle against an imperial successor, the Alliance almost collapsed.
Though they won that battle, it came at a hefty price. Entire fleets were destroyed by the imperial successor state, and without strong leadership the surviving fleets scattered, all except one. Inviting in a council of liberated planets, they bolstered themselves and weathered the attacks. Though no longer at their peak, they remain a thorn in the side of many empires and kingdoms. For years upon years they travelled the galaxy, fighting injustice and fanning the fires of resistance wherever they went.
However, this fleet remains a bastion of hope for free-thinkers and rebel fighters who come across it. Despite its seemingly small stature, it maintains its bases across the stars and boasts an armada of ships that are not so easily beaten, albeit using mainly outdated military ships and repurposed civilian freighters.
Military
There are two arms to the Alliance, the Fleet and the Army. The army is much more rarely used, as the alliance prefers strike squads and training the locals, but the fleet, especially the starfighter core, see plenty of work. The military's equipment is not standardized, and many different types of ships and weapons see use. However, there are a few general ship designs that see major use.
An ancient but still reliable workhorse, the CC-88 is a long-range fighter with surprising nimbleness, sturdiness, and weapon loadout. It has been a mainstay of the fleet for centuries, and it's easy to tell why. While too expensive for an empire to mass-produce, the ship is perfect for smaller-scale operations of resistance fighters. It can carry a variety of armaments, while maintaining a max speed and manueverability above that of most other starfighters.
The AV-324 is another workhorse of the Alliance Fleet, a simple multi-role gunship capable of carrying heavy armaments and transport troops. It seats two pilots and can carry seven people comfortably in the hold. It is also sturdy and capable enough for atmospheric entry. It is a relatively old design, not featuring many modern standards, and instead focuses on its reliability and capability over its technological edge.
Misc
Religion/Culture: There is no one set religion in the fleet, as they accept people from all walks of life. No census is held, either. There is no data on the religions of the fleet.
Demographics (Species): The fleet is made up of all kinds of species, and no census is ever held. They accept all species as long as they're willing to do their part.
Characters: Will get into this IC.
Relations: They have a terrible relationship with any non-democratic government. They are unofficially allies of the Free Association, and often trade people and supplies with them.
Habitation: There exists two types of habitable rebel assets, bases and ships. The ships are semi-nomadic, travelling the galaxy and resisting where they can. The bases are entirely fixed in place, and act as a beacon of stability for the ships to return to for supply and rearmament. Ships can vary anywhere from small three-person runabouts to massive thousand-man freighters. The bases vary similarly, some full fledged cities and some nothing more than landing pads for ships.
Hey, a post. Nice. I'll have to add dealing with Osveril's infestation to Teknall's to-do list.
What's everyone else up to? I was doing a collab with Kho but he's been offline for 12 days now. I should find something else to write in the mean time.
Waitin on capybara to write their turn in our collab and nothing else, really.
Holy shit, it took me decades to realise, but we've literally created the god-emperor of mankind.
Psyker? Check. Space marines? Check. Throne potato? Check. Crippled in personal combat with a rival divine figure? Check. Empire corrupted by sleazy fanatics that pay lip service to loyalty while running a parallel cult? Check.
it's time to stop
where am I and what am I doing? excellent question. I just finished exams for another few weeks, so I'll be looking at my options rather soon hopefully.
Larwen had left the confines of Pervanon, taking to the skies to survey his kingdom. Surprisingly, and to his anger, he found his siblings had done vile work upon the Anathema’s. Greenery and the essence of imperfect souls were everywhere. It had seemed in his short absence from the surface, they had put the foundations for their life in his mountain range. But from the mouth of Pervanon, his perfection was spreading. Even now it had begun to reach several of the surrounding mountains, and the valley’s that they towered above. Such beauty had no equal, for the stone had turned black, the ground was an amalgamation of twisted plants and lovely growths, while the waters were a shade of crimson. Nothing could pierce such color, and drinking it would only show enlightenment of Larwen’s ways. This growth was progress, and soon the Zilsarix would walk among these lands, learning the ways of their God.
Such joy Larwen found himself in that moment, to see his work in progress, that no other feeling would be had. But it was a short moment, for the greenery of his siblings was still there. Like a smudge, it would soon be wiped away for his own touch. Feeling a mix of satisfaction and loathing, Larwen then flew away from Pervanon further, trying to find the extent of the other God’s works upon the mountains. Eventually he arrived in a peculiar spot, secluded in a valley of bright sickly things, with little creatures flying about them. But what caught his eye for the moment, was a simple house sat in the middle of it all. He had not known what a house was, but something about its shape felt right to call it such a thing. He stopped his corruptive influence, not knowing who resided nearby, and the tall God stared at the house. And the cabin stared back.
Meanwhile, Lasis sped along the ground, tracking one of her golems. She passed by grand seas, grand deserts, and massive islands, before finally coming to a stop near a mountain range. She could very well detect the work of Larwen in the mountains, and she abandoned the pursuit of her golem. She had more pressing matters to attend to. She, in one strong series of hops, jumped the mountain range. Coming to a stop outside Pervanon, she then examined the corrupted life around it, and knew what had to be done. Lifting her book once again, she blazed a valley clean of corruption in a grand display, before rapidly chanting into her book.
Brick by brick, a grand castle was laid down. It started humble at first, but she worked on it with patience, creating a breathtaking castle. But what, exactly, was a castle without a steward and a garrison? To this effect, she pulled a quill from her book and began to scribble designs in it, deep in thought.
Larwen had stared at the house for a little while, coming to terms that it was there. He had walked to the door, a small thing by his height, and had placed his hand upon the doorknob, when he felt a large part of his perfect land die. To be ripped apart and returned to imperfection. It was a new feeling for the God, one he quickly found himself hating. Losing himself to anger, his hand darkened the doorknob with his corruption and the God of Perfection took to the skies once more. He flew as quickly as he could back to Pervanon, trying to locate the source of the culprit, the scourge of his beauty.
What he found infuriated the god even more. Lasis, he knew her name but not her, had taken the valley he had so admired, and defiled the land with imperfections. A large castle, unsightly to his tastes had also been seemingly thrown in to spite him. Taking it all in with anger, Larwen then landed before her, breaking apart the ground with his fall.
His voice roared with fury, ’”LASIS! You dare? You unsightly creature. This work will be devoured by my wrath.”
Larwen then moved towards her. Lasis simply remained with her face in the book, responding with a simple, ”Sssh, I’m working.” She continued to scribble in her book, still deciding fully on her designs. She then, after a few minutes, stopped, placing the quill back in the book, before continuing with a, ”Here, watch this.” She proceeded to reach into the book, and with considerable strain, began to pull something out of it.
Closing in on the short Goddess, Larwen was angered at her uncaring nature even further. To openly defy his will was one matter, but to blatantly ignore him? This rebel would pay. He loomed over her now, and reached toward her book. Lasis stopped pulling whatever it was out of her book, proceeding to use her now-free hand to slap away Larwen’s arm, saying, ”You haven’t seen what I’ve made yet, just wait!” Larwen gave a growl as his hand was slapped aside, but he would teach this Goddess a lesson. From the very hand that was slapped away, Larwen summoned forth a divine weapon in the form of a large spike mace, taller then even Lasis. He then brought the mace high into the sky, and would bring it low to crush her. Lasis, in response, simply moved out of the way with a particularly rapid display of balance. She said again, ”I’m going to stay here until I finish what I was doing,” The ground where Lasis had been exploded, sending dirt, stone and grass flying in every way, a large boom echoing throughout the valley. A sizable crater was all that remained, but Larwen simply looked as Lasis from across the crater, his grip on his mace tightening. ”You are a fool if you think I will ever allow you to continue unabated. This mace. It will break you.” Larwen then leaped at her.
She once again simply moved out of the way with fluid grace, responding to Larwen with, “I’ll just keep doing this until you grow tired.” Once more the ground erupted in a flurry of debris, both craters forming a sort of strange eight in the ground. And once more Larwen was without satisfaction. But Larwen smiled, ”Little Goddess, I am not one quick to tire. But if you will not leave, then why bother with you?” He recognized that Lasis was too quick for him to catch without an element of surprise, but her castle was not so quick as she, nor was the ground she changed. With a mighty leap, he jumped towards it. Ready to strike it down with many a fierce blow. Lasis lifted her arm, and once his mace met with the castle and land, it reflected off harmlessly. She simply shook her head. Larwen fell to the ground, such protection was alien to him, how was it possible?
He looked back at her with hatred unfounded, gritting his teeth he said, ”You have made a grave mistake upon this day, little Goddess.” He paused, then said, ”Go on then, show me.”
”Great!” she responded, reaching back into her book. After a few minutes of pulling, the resistance gave way, pulling out an insectoid. And then she pulled out another. And another. She then, once finished, said, ”They will resist your corruption until the end of time. If you try to kill them yourself, I will be there to protect them. Best of luck with this valley!” Larwen looked at the insects, no, the vermin before him. They were disgusting. Lasis was a foolish Goddess, but he did not doubt her words. ”You are a cruel creature. All I want is perfection, how can you not see? Such… life is not tolerable to my order, to my will. A blight upon the land, upon the universe…” He looked at Lasis directly then stated, ”You will pay for this, I swear it till the end of days O’sibling mine.” Larwen then vanished from sight, returning to Pervanon, bitter and angry.
He turned to the Zalsarix as he walked into the depths, ”We have work to do, mine children.” he paused once again as he looked at the mace in his hand. He had forgotten that such a weapon had been created, and such a weapon needed a name. ”Willbreaker.” Larwen whispered, as his eyes faded into black.
Larwen flies around and finds life. Gross??? He finds a cabin. Wtf Lasis, meanwhile, chases a golem till she detects the corruption. She blasts it away and builds a castle. -5 Might holy site Larwen flies in and tries to beat her up. Creates a Divine Weapon. -2 might She stops him till he gets tired and then creates an insectoid race to defend the castle. -1 might Larwen, defeated for the moment, retreats but not before telling Lasis she would pay for what she had done.
Lasis: Level 2 1 / 2 Acts of Creation 0 Might
Might Summary Larwen Level 3 God 2/5 Might Left -2 might used to create a divine weapon, Willbreaker. 0 miracles 1/6 to level.