Fantasy The Worst Pantheon: Live and Reloaded (IC Thread) (OPEN)

[Celestial Speck]

Zyr’abaoth Conversational

WHO WOULD DO THAT, EARTH-GODLING?

"Wha-- No, that's what I mean-- Ah, you know what, forget it. At least this is better than your brother." Yes, he still reminded himself of Yimor telling that Zyr was his brother from their little talk in the moon cycles back. "Maybe I'm being too paranoid about dragon gods! Maybe we can be friends, yeah, that sounds nice. Maybe things will go better this time around, hell yeah!" Ocaeril's 'excitement' was essentially leaking out nervousness and uneasiness.

As for Helsa...

Helsa Conversational



His third eye could see an aura of dormant Dark Chakra around her, appearing as two snakes writhing around her body. While nothing appeared wrong, there was a sense of...unease coming from the Chakra.

"I'm fine, Ocaeril. I've just...got a lot of plans." She gives a hollow smirk.

Hmmm.

He knew something was wrong from that reply alone. Helsa, giving him a seemingly 'nice' reply, while not acting either like a scaredy-cat, or a fake bitch? Something was clearly wrong, and Ocaeril felt like he was the cause of it. Letting out a simple 'alright...' to the corruption goddess, he waited to hear what the other gods had to say about their plans, or whatever else before they ran off to wherever.

 

[Churl]

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Dawn of the New Year: 1300




Somewhere in a not-so-distant village, a rural town in the north imperial province which just so happened to be directly off the coast of Sunfall Reef, an old tavernkeep nearing retirement was scrubbing the bar as the door swung open, with an immense black thing levitating into the tavern. The screams of its patrons being heard as they ran for cover from the aberration before them. The tavernkeep himself, however, stood firm and covertly reached for the sawn off shotgun kept below the bar as he analyzed the creature. It was around seven imperial feet in height, though assuming it did not float off the ground it would likely only be around five feet. It resembled a black humanoid torso floating in mid-air, with the bottom half of that torso being without skin and having an exposed ribcage, wherein a red orb could be seen. It had no head and in its place a mere lump of black flesh, from which a skull-like "mask" protruded. Three ribbon-like appendages jutted from its side, flapping behind the creature as it levitated towards the bar. By now, the tavernkeep held his weapon behind his back, though maintained a calm exterior as the monster approached. Calmly, the old man spoke.

"Can I get you a drink, sir?"

The creature floated in place, remaining silent.

"Can I get you... Anything?"

The "core" of the creature began to glow.


/TELL ME OF YOUR WORLD. HUMAN./

"Uh, well, there's lots to tell. Any particular reque-"

/TELL ME OF THE LAST AGE. OF THE DAYS BEFORE AND SINCE THE GRAND AWAKENING./

"Kay then... Well, back 'fore the impact the Empire's king found some sort of 'larva' that he moved to a city a few miles from here. Of course it's no city anymore. Most folks aren't let in there, but it ain't hard'ta see what it's become. Entire city is now some kinda giant hive where they train the bees. They got 'em in Kohona too'r so I heard. Personally never ridden one, but them things are just giant bees they can train to fly between islands 'n ships 'n all. Got 'em workin' the farms too, 'n fact the whole empire's been gearing up for farming with some kinda mechanical plows'n cotton engines what with that farmer-cult having gotten so much influence'n parliment, 'though zhailving's going the other way it looks, calling it an 'industrial revolution' down there, workin' with steam engines 'n all. I heard the folks down there invented the Telegraph."

/TELL ME MORE OF THIS ZHAILVING, AND THEIR FAR-WRITING MACHINES./

"Well they be sayin it's the biggest advancement in communication since the printin' press. It's this button ya' push on this little machine, and the one it's linked to by a big long wire beeps. Zhailving's this kingdom down south, 'n they invented some code running on 'dots' and 'dashes' they use to work the telegraph in the first place, at least to send messages in common that is. Uh, they also , and vassalized most'a the kingdoms west'a their borders since the deluge, and thems one'a the only free kingdoms left not gettin' puppetted by them floatin' eye-monsters. 'Course it ain't all dandy over there, thems dealt with a revolution some few years back. Few cities seceded after some dragonborn wrote 'the communist manifesto' 'r some shit. Some book all about ho-"

/THIS IS NOT RELEVANT TO MY INTERESTS. TELL ME OF OTHER THINGS THAT HAVE TRANSPIRED./

Spoiler: Translation

The Empire is raising large quantities of giant bees in a hive-city, and the bee clan in kohona is using the bees to a similar purpose as the empire. Bees are used to work farms since the empire has geared itself into the top agricultural power, inventing mechanical plows and other farming equipment. Zhailving is industrializing however. They invented the telegraph, conquered flooded kingdoms to the west of themselves, however they ended up losing a large swath of land after a revolution caused by Inqui's incarnate, who wrote the communist manifesto.

"Okay! Well, goblins' are a rare sight these days since that 'ole famine what killed so many'a 'em, forcin' em to cannibalism'n all that. And, uh, you ever heard of the Black Oak? It's some old devil-worshipper's site helsa cultists went that way 'n worked some wicked magic on some ancient tree the exodites planted, 'course now that whole swath'a land be'in the cenobites' hands, though they ain't touchin' it. Probably because'a some demons those cultists went'n summoned 'round that place. "The Seven Horrors" the exodites call'em, good reason too, some say them be dark counterparts'a the earth warders, I don't believe'a word'a it though..."

/YOU BORE ME WITH YOUR INANE MUTTERINGS FLESH-PERSON. I REQUIRE WORKABLE DATA/

"Alright! Alright! Ayeayeaye! Well, right 'fore the whole world went'ta shit there was some nutso cult leader on that island what nearly flooded durin' the deluge, he dead now but the man somehow sparked some kinda' alliance 'tween Zhailving'n the empire, 'cause them folks signed tons'a treaties after that 'ole summit, not mentionin' camelot, what now be beachfront property if I recall correctly! Hah! Ain't sure bout the east though, last I heard the khanate was dead'n the Jade ruled the east 'n its islands, even takin' a few back from the Deep Ones'n all! Purgin' the enfogged, at least up 'til the mists got thicker 'n made retakin' islands a pipe dream. Even worse for them, I been hearin' thems's magic be wanin', centaur tribes comin' back for round two 'n even conquerin' back some 'ole spots, n' I heard some'ole beast-tamer folk be holdin' their own 'gainst those jades for once, them nekos callin' 'em a dyin' empire, readyin' up for war themselves. 'Course I'd never trust a neko."

Spoiler: Translation

Tuldor's negotiations mostly failed, but the empire and Zhailving formed an alliance anyway. Camelot is now beachfront property partially due to flooding and partially due to having annexed areas to the west of themselves. The Centaur Khanate has fallen and returned to scattered tribes, and the Jade Empire has returned to power. They had managed to reclaim a few enfogged islands up until Corven thickened the fog, and due to their chi powers fading away, they are losing the ability to effectively fight back the centaur tribes. As such, the nekomatus are preparing for war.

The creature hums as it processes the data, before speaking again.

/I FIND YOUR FOLKSY ACCENT TO BE BEYOND IRRITATING. ALTER YOUR SPEECH PATTERNS OR BE VAPORIZED./

"Alright! Alright! Yeesh man, no need to be so harsh."

/I REQUIRE MORE DATA./

"Fine, well, I've heard of lots of new monsters being sighted. Sailors tell stories about a dragon made of lightning that came right around the day the sun fell, calling it Kirin, some kind of fragment of Yimor or a demon of sorts. They can see it coming though, kills all the birds in the sky and always brings a storm with it. Eats Krakens too or so I heard. Jade Empire's tried a few times to bring the beast down, scholars say the thing's just a projection of a smaller body they need to kill, of course Kirin's fled every time it's been in real danger. And that's to say nothing of what the hunter's guild's been dealing with in the mountains. Since the sovereign war the guild's been in a rough spot, since the sovereign fell, other dragons are starting to take notice and do something about it. Worse yet the guild's clients are usually the city states, and given what's running those kingdoms that's pretty funny'a them. That ain't all either. I've heard tell'a sky giants and lava monsters and all other kinds of things raising hell in the mountains, not to mention that there's been talk of Reavers, you know, savage men? Used to only live out east but now there's talk of whole tribes of 'em, "anprims" or something I heard 'em called. I heard'a something called a 'Demilich' too, some kind of lich that ascended with some helsan artifacts and dug 'imself into a 'tomb of horrors' 'n the mountains. Some kind of labyrinth last I heard, but like that carcosa place folks who go in don't come out. It's a real shame that weird slime-woman bit the big one, lass never named an heir 'n now her guild's split. One side loyal to kohona, other to some 'ole veteran hunter'n the highest bidder. Last I heard they were on the tail'a some mutant sorcerer called a "Morlock". No idea what that is though. Empire and Zhailving have taken some precautions too, I know the latter went and bought up a bunch of these big revolving cannons from some arms dealers, sold it to the empire for a pretty penny too. Head to the city'a Zhailving and you'll see this other thing they've got, looks like big wooden stilts but can carry a bunch'a guards. You'll see 'em in central city states too, Camelot especially. And that's all to say nothin' of all them new monsters folks have been seeing around. Lots of poisonous bugs and plants that alchemists and those new 'Chemists' have been discovering in exodite woods, 'n all those weird sea-beasties what been washin' up on shore or caught in fishermen's nets. Apparently there's stuff like'em in the Underdark too, but I ain't seen a Vril in ages so I can't tell ya', and the Beholders ain't gonna say much. Though, since the spearians made those 'lil ball things it ain't hard'ta get yourself one'a these beasties. Holy Grain Empire's been usin' em for war'n farming and them gnomes been using 'em to catch those pesky unown what run amok in their towns. Not'ta mention the applications for piracy, things got real bad with them right 'fore they went on that big 'ole treasure hunt. Me? I just use the one I got'ta hold me dog. Fun thing about these? Pets in 'em don't need to shit."

Spoiler: translation

Lots of new creatures exist and Marah's guild has suffered for it. Since she named no heir, the guild split to one faction that follows Ashura, and another that has remained independent. Kirin exists, Cardicious's monsters have rampaged through gnomish territories and in the case of the Duskpeak Sovereign, sparked a war between dragons and the hunter's guild which is causing other dragons to begin uniting against said guild. Anprims exist, but have been mistaken for reavers. Blackbellow has become a demilich and constructed a tomb of horrors in the mountain range. Morlock is active and raising hell as well. Zhailving, the Empire, and Camelot also all have gatling guns now. Chicken walkers were invented, and pokemon are also now more common, with new variants being discovered. Spear Pillar and its trading partners, namely Zhailving and the Holy Grain Empire, have also begun using these to tame wild beasts (pokemon) for use in battle and as domestic companions. Chemistry also exists now.

/SATISFACTORY DATA. NOW REVISIT PREVIOUS TOPIC. IDENTIFY 'THE DELUGE' and 'CARCOSA'/

"Ah, well, about thirty years back right 'round where the ancient exarchs used to live some 'ole city'r somethin' just popped outta nowhere after some kind of magic storm. Mages say it's the return of some ancient city called carcosa or something, and some sciencey-folks'r insisting that it was just some tectonic-sorta thing pushing up old Naga ruins to the surface, 'course I'm thinking mages, since no one what goes in that city ever comes out, though that's probably 'cause those cultists from Kohona headed there, made their base in those ruins since apparently they weren't welcome back home. 'Course I'm getting off track. When that place rose, a buncha' water got pushed around and ended up flooding places built on the west beach. Did a lotta damage, 'n that was before those stars fell. Tidal waves 'n clouds'a burnin ash hit the coasts'a the west and did Arceus knows what to the East. Though it can't be good since from what I heard them tidal waves were full'a hungry sharks. All I know is that over there the flooding and wildfires've been giving the centaurs some much needed breathin' room, 'n some beasties called "Youkai" been gettin' a lot more elusive as'a late, dodgin' patrols 'n multiplyin' despite some'a them chi-wielders' best efforts. Back over here, so many kingdoms'n duchies were so busy tryin' to put the fires out'n repair the damages that they got 'emselves invaded by some'a their nastier neighbors. Camelot's practically an empire what with all they took with those weird battle-mages they've got now, demi-servants I heard they're called. 'N the others got a piece of the pie too. Zhailving, Larion, Toria, 'n some big new player called the 'Holy Grain Empire'. All them lot what be not gettin' called around by them flyin' eye-squids. Shit got worse though, one'a them fallin' stars 'r meteors'a whatever they be called hit Port Royale too, no survivors'n the inner city. Empire got thrown into chaos for 'bout ten years and lost a good few islands when natives took the chance to revolt, 'course natives'r always revolting, heh."

/YOU ARE RETURNING TO YOUR HIDEOUSLY IRRITATING SPEECH PATTERNS./

"Right, right. Anyway, people had been expecting this for a while. There were signs and all, omens from the gods they say. Yimor was the brightest thing in the sky for a good year 'fore things went to shit, folks were freakin' out, callin' it the end of the world, selling their possessions and making pilgrimiges and all. 'Course most just thought it was routine, like, you got the eclipse every month, big one every year, but of course port royale learnt the hard way not to ignore an omen. The Empire's rebuilt, mostly. Rebuilt the ships they lost, pulled some diplomatic strings to get into an alliance with the Holy Grain Empire and moved the capital to their old city east of the mountains, had at least one heir left who wasn't at the palace when it hit the fan. Of course the sunfalling was only the start'a all their problems. Tons'a weird-ass prophets started springing up, calling the cataclysm the result'a some battle of the gods and that something with Yimor had happened. Some'a them claimed he was dead, others said that what hit was just an avatar and he's walkin' among us now. Even weirder, some folks claimed that the God'a light merged with the Slime God somehow. Heard the whole situation's even worse in the east where Yimor-worship's allowed. Needless to say, puttin' down heresy's been a big problem 'round here, and that ain't even starting on Sunfall Reef."

Spoiler: translation

Carcosa rose, the beast clan went in, and since then no one who enters ever really comes out, largely due to the gardens. The rise of carcosa flooded most of the city states on the west, and because of Cardicious, said tidal waves were filled with sharks. This weakened them enough for the empire, zhailving, camelot, the Holy Grain Empire, and a few other city states that the Beholders haven't sabotaged to conquer them. Port Royale was destroyed, the firestorms emitted by yimor added insult to injury and set the flooded and shark-infested kingdoms on fire, and hundreds of doomsday cults had formed in the years leading up to Yimor's awakening. Yimor's cults are now a mix of people denying that he died, worshipping Inqui in his place, or turning to Zyr. Youkai have become ridiculously elusive since Ickol gave them their own dimension, and Camelot now has demi-servants.

/ELABORATE ON AREA YOU DESIGNATE 'SUNFALL REEF'/

"Well, it's called the island of gold. It appeared after Port Royale bit the big one. Of course it's not made of gold. Some of those Yimor cultists I was talking about say it is-"

/'TIS THE SHELL OF MY FATHER, AND THE SIGN THAT THIS WORLD COMES TO A CLOSE, THE FINAL HOPE AGAINST THE NIGHTBRINGER STRUCK DOWN BY THE FOOLISH GODS OF THIS WORLD. HIS FORM DESTROYED, NOW A SHADOW OF HIS FORMER SELF, HOUSED IN A VESSEL UNWORTHY OF HIS GLORIOUS VISAGE. HIS CORPSE SHALL BE A BLIGHT UPON THIS WORLD, FROM WHERE MY KIND RISE TO DEVOUR THOSE THAT CHOSE DEATH RATHER THAN REBIRTH IN THE GLORIOUS LIGHT OF YIMOR-DRO-/

"I get it man, I get it."

The bartender took a huge shot of whiskey, and passed a similar glass to the Zeruellim, which vaporized the whiskey, along with the glass, before emitting a satisfied hum.

Spoiler: Translation

Self Explanatory

/TELL ME MORE/

"Uh, well, a while back, way before the meteors fell, a bunch'a doomsday cults popped up 'round the world, all going on about evil ideas 'n weird theories about Chakra. That lot's still around even, working among the transmundanists and obsessed with evil spirits what get spread around by cursed words. Especially these ones they call Solar Plexus Clo-"

The Zeruellim held one of its ribbon-like tendrils to the man's lips, shushing him.

/MY KIND DO NOT SPEAK OF SUCH THINGS. TO DO SO IS TO INVITE RUIN./

"Uh... Sure..."

/HAVE YOU ANY OTHER NEWS?/

"Well... Piracy's at an all time low last I heard. Apparently the fleets of the big four've been off hunting some 'ole artifacts for the last ten years. Those demons are still out there though, and a lack'a competition ain't made them any friendlier, especially with that Cyognax guy as their leader 'n bein' a walkin' peice'a artillery, that'n how mages'r up in arms again, apparently because scrying doesn't work quite right anymore, all they can see now are these weird pages in languages no one understands. One of 'em is apparently some kind of window into another world. Though, I can't think'a much else."

Spoiler: translation

Solar Plexus Clown gliders exist, and piracy is at an all time low with most factions being busy searching for Tiamat's artifacts. Demons, now led by Cyognax, a demon who can fire ship-to-ship siege lasers, however, have used this as an opportunity to pirate without any competition.

/GLORIOUS./

The zeruellim just floated there until closing time, vaporizing drinks as they came.







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( NihiloExDeus | Selee-01 )

Once again, the gods appeared on their thrones, and saw the feast laid out before them and once again heard the soothing tune of the lunar pianist. Of course, not all was the same. On the throne of the abomination sat a familiar face, and though the gods knew this throne to be that of Yimor, they also knew it to belong to the new one, Phil. Perhaps Yimor was an outsider? They were unsure. Assyrian's throne stood strangely empty, and the Reveler's throne sat unpleasantly occupied by a painfully familiar face, as was that of The End, where the avatar of Zyr'Abaoth sat menacingly.




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"Well, that could have gone better, would you not agree?"

"YOU ARE AN IDIOT. JUST LET ME DO THIS MYSELF."

"Now now, Aqua, what do we say?"

"MAY I PLEASE GO FORTH AND RETRIEVE OUR DAUGHTER AND CONSUME ALL THAT MIGHT GET IN MY WAY?"

"Much better. You may indeed."

At the bottom of the sea, somewhere off the coast of Camelot's new coastal province, a Warp-Rift opened, and as a wave of mutagenic magical energy swept out of the vortex, so too did Meryl enter into this world.

Spoiler: Meryl

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@Lolface390


The peasant repeats basically everything that the rest of this post said, and somewhere in another universe, an edgy person felt a deep sense of regret.​

“So, looks...like...we’ve...changed...house, a...little..bit. Everything...old...is...new...again. Can’t...say...it’s...all...for...the...better, but...whatevs. Heya...Abomination, Reveler, Evil...Yimor. Or, wait. Are...you...actually...a...good...dude...that...just...thinks...he’s...a...bad...dude, if...you’re...his...opposite?”

Zyr’abaoth Conversational
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I SHALL RESTORE THE RIGHTFUL AFTERLIFE

“Oh? And...what’s...that?”

"Yeah-- Real rational and all. Man, why do we gotta deal with nutcase gods nowadays..." Ocaeril mumbled under his breath while patting Inqui on the head as she rested on his lap. His personality sure did change from overly nice to tired real quick. This load of bullshit really does that to a man-planet, huh? And the fact that he didn't answer his question just made him want to jump off a bridge even more.

Letting out a loud sigh and already drinking a handsome cup of wine, Ocaeril turned to the other gods. "So...Assyrian left. That's a shame. I really liked him, his cold side and all. May he have fun wherever the hell he is, now." Raising his cup up, Ocaeril drank and turned to everyone else. "So! How are you all, brothers and sisters? Any exciting ideas this cycle?"

“Just...chilling. Going...to...help...my...main...peeps. I’ve...been...peepless...for...far...too...long. But...I’m...just...going...to...drop...in, let...them...party...with...their...god, you...know.”

She stretched, and an illusion spell of a ton of flowers appeared in front of Helsa.

 

[Space Buddha]

"Wha-- No, that's what I mean-- Ah, you know what, forget it. At least this is better than your brother." Yes, he still reminded himself of Yimor telling that Zyr was his brother from their little talk in the moon cycles back. "Maybe I'm being too paranoid about dragon gods! Maybe we can be friends, yeah, that sounds nice. Maybe things will go better this time around, hell yeah!" Ocaeril's 'excitement' was essentially leaking out nervousness and uneasiness.

As for Helsa...



Hmmm.

He knew something was wrong from that reply alone. Helsa, giving him a seemingly 'nice' reply, while not acting either like a scaredy-cat, or a fake bitch? Something was clearly wrong, and Ocaeril felt like he was the cause of it. Letting out a simple 'alright...' to the corruption goddess, he waited to hear what the other gods had to say about their plans, or whatever else before they ran off to wherever.

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Original The Character: Conversational
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While the other gods had taken more direct notice of Zyr'abaoth and Phil, the Reveler had simply made his way to the table, ensuring that he wasn't noticed up until he was directly behind Ocaeril, before giving him an aggressive, clawed pat on the back and addressing him with his usual, radio-filtered enthusiasm.

"Well hello there 'ole buddy 'ole pal! I ain't seen ya' since what feels like the dawn'a time! Oh right! Hah! I musta' overslept 'cause it looks like I might be a bit late to the party!"

Original looked over his shoulder, taking in the appearance of the other gods and the moon-man.

"So how's the world been treatin' you old friend? You seem taller! And I don't 'member you having... eh..."

Original briefly stares at the mass of fluffy tails behind Ocaeril, but shrugs it off, before noticing Ickol at the corner of the room.

"Say... now there's a familiar face!"​

 

[NihiloExDeus]

"Also, hai Phil. You're the 'new' abomination rite? You sure missed out on a lot of stuff." Ocaeril offered Phil a smile and a wave. Similar Sphere buddies!

Helsa then turned towards Phil and smirked. "Best be prepared for your role, Phil. Things were quite...exciting with the last one."

@NihiloExDeus

It took a few seconds of deliberation, but the amorphous cloud of spores and assorted microbiota resolved itself into a coherent form.

He rather enjoyed the abundance of joints and limbs, so reminiscent of his beloved insects.

Spoiler

"I am and I did, yes." he spoke slowly, unused to intelligible thought, nevermind its verbal expression. A hand among many combed through the tentacles that stood in mimicry of a beard, "It is... quite the change, this coherency I gained. And the position it came with." His words came faster now, with less hesitance, "Nevertheless, I intend to make the most of it."

 

[Celestial Speck]

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Original The Character: Conversational
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While the other gods had taken more direct notice of Zyr'abaoth and Phil, the Reveler had simply made his way to the table, ensuring that he wasn't noticed up until he was directly behind Ocaeril, before giving him an aggressive, clawed pat on the back and addressing him with his usual, radio-filtered enthusiasm.

"Well hello there 'ole buddy 'ole pal! I ain't seen ya' since what feels like the dawn'a time! Oh right! Hah! I musta' overslept 'cause it looks like I might be a bit late to the party!"

Original looked over his shoulder, taking in the appearance of the other gods and the moon-man.

"So how's the world been treatin' you old friend? You seem taller! And I don't 'member you having... eh..."

Original briefly stares at the mass of fluffy tails behind Ocaeril, but shrugs it off, before noticing Ickol at the corner of the room.

"Say... now there's a familiar face!"​

Feeling the paw on his back, Ocaeril almost, almost jumped out of his table and got ready for battle, but the familiar voice and presence of a certain god made his worries go away, as slowly turning around, a large smile appeared on Ocaeril's face, as he gave Original a similarly pat on his shoulder.

"Well, you son of a R.O.B! Where were you? Last time I saw you I lost hard on a game of hide and seek with you!" Letting out a chuckle, Ocaeril let out of Original's shoulder and placed that same hand on Inqui's head, smiling. "Oh, a lot happened. The tails are because of some demon I absorbed, and, I got myself a girl! The last abomination died off, Inqui became this adorbz dragon girl because she killed him, and a buncha of other stuff! I'll tell you all later, so come over to visit whenever!"

Offering a cup to Original, Ocaeril then also turned to Ickol, as he looked at Original, and smiled.

"I'm still up for bein' your wingman, by the way!"

It took a few seconds of deliberation, but the amorphous cloud of spores and assorted microbiota resolved itself into a coherent form.

He rather enjoyed the abundance of joints and limbs, so reminiscent of his beloved insects.

Spoiler

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"I am and I did, yes." he spoke slowly, unused to intelligible thought, nevermind its verbal expression. A hand among many combed through the tentacles that stood in mimicry of a beard, "It is... quite the change, this coherency I gained. And the position it came with." His words came faster now, with less hesitance, "Nevertheless, I intend to make the most of it."

Ocaeril then choked on his wine as he saw Phil's current form. This was becoming too much of a common occurrence.

 

[KolastoRPN]

It took a few seconds of deliberation, but the amorphous cloud of spores and assorted microbiota resolved itself into a coherent form.

He rather enjoyed the abundance of joints and limbs, so reminiscent of his beloved insects.

Spoiler

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"I am and I did, yes." he spoke slowly, unused to intelligible thought, nevermind its verbal expression. A hand among many combed through the tentacles that stood in mimicry of a beard, "It is... quite the change, this coherency I gained. And the position it came with." His words came faster now, with less hesitance, "Nevertheless, I intend to make the most of it."

Helsa, instead of being horrified, smirked wider at Phil's form.

"How very interesting..." She mumbled to herself.

"Yes, your time in this world will be very interesting..."

 

[Space Buddha]

Feeling the paw on his back, Ocaeril almost, almost jumped out of his table and got ready for battle, but the familiar voice and presence of a certain god made his worries go away, as slowly turning around, a large smile appeared on Ocaeril's face, as he gave Original a similarly pat on his shoulder.

"Well, you son of a R.O.B! Where were you? Last time I saw you I lost hard on a game of hide and seek with you!" Letting out a chuckle, Ocaeril let out of Original's shoulder and placed that same hand on Inqui's head, smiling. "Oh, a lot happened. The tails are because of some demon I absorbed, and, I got myself a girl! The last abomination died off, Inqui became this adorbz dragon girl because she killed him, and a buncha of other stuff! I'll tell you all later, so come over to visit whenever!"

Offering a cup to Original, Ocaeril then also turned to Ickol, as he looked at Original, and smiled.

"I'm still up for bein' your wingman, by the way!"



Ocaeril then choked on his wine as he saw Phil's current form. This was becoming too much of a common occurrence.

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"Been here the whole time! I figured no one'd look under that there table and I was right all along! 'Course even a game as wonderful as hide-and-go-seek can get boring after three hundred years! But congratulations on the missus! Wish I could say I found love under that table but all I got was a headache! But it's still good to see some things never change old friend! Now, wanna work this like 'ole times?"

Original produced a bottle of off-brand breath spray and blotted away the ichor from his eyes with a hankerchief, before rolling up his sleeves and giving a wide sharp-toothed grin at Ocaeril as he approached Ickol, ensuring that he was right behind her, but just out of reach of any potential polearms she might be carrying on her, and prepared to teleport out of reach.

"Well hello there my fair lady! Been too long ain't it?"

( Churl )​

 

[NihiloExDeus]

Feeling the paw on his back, Ocaeril almost, almost jumped out of his table and got ready for battle, but the familiar voice and presence of a certain god made his worries go away, as slowly turning around, a large smile appeared on Ocaeril's face, as he gave Original a similarly pat on his shoulder.

"Well, you son of a R.O.B! Where were you? Last time I saw you I lost hard on a game of hide and seek with you!" Letting out a chuckle, Ocaeril let out of Original's shoulder and placed that same hand on Inqui's head, smiling. "Oh, a lot happened. The tails are because of some demon I absorbed, and, I got myself a girl! The last abomination died off, Inqui became this adorbz dragon girl because she killed him, and a buncha of other stuff! I'll tell you all later, so come over to visit whenever!"

Offering a cup to Original, Ocaeril then also turned to Ickol, as he looked at Original, and smiled.

"I'm still up for bein' your wingman, by the way!"



Ocaeril then choked on his wine as he saw Phil's current form. This was becoming too much of a common occurrence.

"...Is there an issue with this avatar?" He asked even as the form broke down into a skittering mass of cockroaches and ants, melting back together into what, in his mind, ought to be a cleaner form.

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"Would this form put you more at ease?" he spoke in the same tone one may ask about someone's preferences in food.

Helsa, instead of being horrified, smirked wider at Phil's form.

"How very interesting..." She mumbled to herself.

"Yes, your time in this world will be very interesting..."

There was a clicking sound not unlike a laugh as a myriad of insectile legs beat against each other, his entire form seeming to writhe in happiness. "You flatter me"

 

[Celestial Speck]

"...Is there an issue with this avatar?" He asked even as the form broke down into a skittering mass of cockroaches and ants, melting back together into what, in his mind, ought to be a cleaner form.

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"Would this form put you more at ease?" he spoke in the same tone one may ask about someone's preferences in food.


There was a clicking sound not unlike a laugh as a myriad of insectile legs beat against each other, his entire form seeming to writhe in happiness. "You flatter me"

Watching as Original went off to flirt with Ickol, Ocaeril turned momentarily to see Phil's new and more human form, before hastily letting his wine rest on the table, as he shook his hands in front of him in denial. "Ah! No, no! Sorry, I just had to deal with a lot of creatures of your style recently-- Like, a whole lot...Some even being my family, I guess? It's just been a rough cycle, sorry Phil! You can take whatever form you want, I don't mind!"

After all, he was the new Abomination, wasn't he? "Anyways, I heard you deal with Life and all of that. My stick is Evolution! So if you ever need a hand on your endeavors or making sure your creations grow, you can always give me a call! I'll be happy to help."

Then, he turned back to face Original, giving Phil a sideways smile. "Now, I'll be here for a while watching my buddy's back. Call me in case you need anything! And good luck down there! You'll do great!"

 

[NihiloExDeus]

Watching as Original went off to flirt with Ickol, Ocaeril turned momentarily to see Phil's new and more human form, before hastily letting his wine rest on the table, as he shook his hands in front of him in denial. "Ah! No, no! Sorry, I just had to deal with a lot of creatures of your style recently-- Like, a whole lot...Some even being my family, I guess? It's just been a rough cycle, sorry Phil! You can take whatever form you want, I don't mind!"

After all, he was the new Abomination, wasn't he? "Anyways, I heard you deal with Life and all of that. My stick is Evolution! So if you ever need a hand on your endeavors or making sure your creations grow, you can always give me a call! I'll be happy to help."

Then, he turned back to face Original, giving Phil a sideways smile. "Now, I'll be here for a while watching my buddy's back. Call me in case you need anything! And good luck down there! You'll do great!"

There was a rasping noise as the pseudo-centipedes ground against each other, their legs not unlike bristles in a grasshopper's leg. This form's analogue of rubbing one's chin and letting out a thoughtful hum, "Good to know. If I find myself at a loss for a trait, I'll be sure to ask. For now, however, most of my attention is occupied easing the upheaval the biosphere has seen, helping all the ecosystems settle into their new states and filling in any gaps there may be. Coherent as I am now, I am no longer constrained to passive remediation. I will see to it that all of you are kept updated on my work."

 

[Churl]

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"Been here the whole time! I figured no one'd look under that there table and I was right all along! 'Course even a game as wonderful as hide-and-go-seek can get boring after three hundred years! But congratulations on the missus! Wish I could say I found love under that table but all I got was a headache! But it's still good to see some things never change old friend! Now, wanna work this like 'ole times?"

Original produced a bottle of off-brand breath spray and blotted away the ichor from his eyes with a hankerchief, before rolling up his sleeves and giving a wide sharp-toothed grin at Ocaeril as he approached Ickol, ensuring that he was right behind her, but just out of reach of any potential polearms she might be carrying on her, and prepared to teleport out of reach.

"Well hello there my fair lady! Been too long ain't it?"

( Churl )​

She had of course noticed there were new arrivals, but Zyr had drawn Ickol’s immediate attention. Now that she heard that voice though, something stirred in the back of her memory, and she turned to look at the Reveler. Wait. Wasn’t there...

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh R.O.B fuck no.

She remembered something about the Reveler, now that she thought about it. Out of all of the gods, he alone had created the most mistakes and she had needed to destroy every thing, every single fucking thing the little shit had created. No one else had even come close to that record! And that wasn’t even the worst of his qualities.

Ickol stood up. She gave a welcoming smile to Original. And then bolted, faster than anyone in the room had ever seen her, the bird thoroughly flipped with each hand as she dove into the globe.

 

[Selee-01]

“So, looks...like...we’ve...changed...house, a...little..bit. Everything...old...is...new...again. Can’t...say...it’s...all...for...the...better, but...whatevs. Heya...Abomination, Reveler, Evil...Yimor. Or, wait. Are...you...actually...a...good...dude...that...just...thinks...he’s...a...bad...dude, if...you’re...his...opposite?”

“Oh? And...what’s...that?”

“Just...chilling. Going...to...help...my...main...peeps. I’ve...been...peepless...for...far...too...long. But...I’m...just...going...to...drop...in, let...them...party...with...their...god, you...know.”

She stretched, and an illusion spell of a ton of flowers appeared in front of Helsa.

I CAN DO NO EVIL, FOR I KNOW NOT WHAT IT IS

AND THE AFTERLIFE IS THE DRY LANDS, THE ABYSS, THE GREAT DESERT ALL MUST TRAVEL

 

[Celestial Speck]

Clapping his hands together, Ocaeril let out a mighty laugh as Ickol bolted out of the room. Grabbing his cup once more and drinking it, Ocaeril rose his cup up to Original, as if seemingly celebrating. "Ahoy, mate! She is so into you! She can't even stare at you without blushing, I bet!" It was hard to say if the planet god was serious or not, or was in a weird in-between.

"Anyways..." Picking Inqui up, Ocaeril then summoned a basket farmers usually use to carry crops and that sort of stuff in their back, like a barrel of sorts, but lighter. Gently filled it with soft pillows and a cover for Inqui to snuggle in, Ocaeril out the very same on it, as he put it on his back.

( BlackCat-055 )

"I'll be off, then! You guys know how to call me! Anything else anyone wanna say, though?"

 

[Selee-01]

Zyr’abaoth Conversational

I SHALL GO

The dragon of the void passed through the portal, casting a vast shadow over Ocaeril before vanishing into the world.

 

[Space Buddha]

She had of course noticed there were new arrivals, but Zyr had drawn Ickol’s immediate attention. Now that she heard that voice though, something stirred in the back of her memory, and she turned to look at the Reveler. Wait. Wasn’t there...

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh R.O.B fuck no.

She remembered something about the Reveler, now that she thought about it. Out of all of the gods, he alone had created the most mistakes and she had needed to destroy every thing, every single fucking thing the little shit had created. No one else had even come close to that record! And that wasn’t even the worst of his qualities.

Ickol stood up. She gave a welcoming smile to Original. And then bolted, faster than anyone in the room had ever seen her, the bird thoroughly flipped with each hand as she dove into the globe.

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Original just stood smiling as she ran, and once Ickol was thoroughly out of the room, he immediately buckled over and let out his demented kefka laugh until he eventually recomposed himself, standing up beside Ocaeril and wiping a (ichor) tear from his eye.

"Ohoho! I still got it!"

"Ahoy, mate! She is so into you! She can't even stare at you without blushing, I bet!"

"You know it 'ole pal! Just wait 'til she reads my newest love letter! One thosand three-hundreth time's the charm ya'know!?"

The sarcasm dripped from Original's eerie radio guy voice as he waved his hand and conjured up what appeared to be a floating doll, appearing to be made in the image of an orange fox and suspended in mid-air by a red crystal. It had an envelope stamped with a red heart on it taped to its plush paws, and as Original snapped, it flew into the globe in hot pursuit of Ickol. A few minutes later, Original vanished into a cloud of black pixels, appearing next to the globe once again.

"Well I ain't gonna overstay my welcome! I got lotsa catchin' up to do down below! Tally-ho!"

Original dashes into the portal, headed off to who-knows-where.​

 

[NihiloExDeus]

After a moment of deliberation, Phil nodded to himself, "I will take my leave, too. Expect the first update tomorrow at around this time."

And with that he was off, breaking down into a swarm of rats headed for the portal.

 

[KolastoRPN]

Helsa Conversational

"Yes, I have my own plans to fulfill. I'll see everyone here later." With a quiet cackle, Helsa vanished into a cloud of black smog that dispersed into nothing, with the Corruption Goddess reappearing on her island.

 

[Churl]

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Original just stood smiling as she ran, and once Ickol was thoroughly out of the room, he immediately buckled over and let out his demented kefka laugh until he eventually recomposed himself, standing up beside Ocaeril and wiping a (ichor) tear from his eye.

"Ohoho! I still got it!"



"You know it 'ole pal! Just wait 'til she reads my newest love letter! One thosand three-hundreth time's the charm ya'know!?"

The sarcasm dripped from Original's eerie radio guy voice as he waved his hand and conjured up what appeared to be a floating doll, appearing to be made in the image of an orange fox and suspended in mid-air by a red crystal. It had an envelope stamped with a red heart on it taped to its plush paws, and as Original snapped, it flew into the globe in hot pursuit of Ickol. A few minutes later, Original vanished into a cloud of black pixels, appearing next to the globe once again.

"Well I ain't gonna overstay my welcome! I got lotsa catchin' up to do down below! Tally-ho!"

Original dashes into the portal, headed off to who-knows-where.​

Ickol Conversational

The goddess was beginning her descent into the Underdark when she saw the Tails Doll catch up to her. She looked at it, and the letter it was holding.

“Hello?”

 

[Space Buddha]

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Ickol Conversational

The goddess was beginning her descent into the Underdark when she saw the Tails Doll catch up to her. She looked at it, and the letter it was holding.

“Hello?”

The doll wiggled aggressively, causing the letter to fall off of its fake paws, before falling to the ground inanimate. Muffled noises could be heard coming from the heart-stamped envelope as it hit the ground.​

 

[Churl]

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The doll wiggled aggressively, causing the letter to fall off of its fake paws, before falling to the ground inanimate. Muffled noises could be heard coming from the heart-stamped envelope as it hit the ground.​

Ickol opened the envelope, eyebrows raised. Time to see what this stupidity was.

 

[Celestial Speck]

Watching as everyone left as well, Ocaeril adjusted the basket on his back where Inqui was now resting, before smiling. Things were possibly looking up from now on, while at the same time, they looked rather down. He'd need to deal with Helsa and Zyr at some point, but for now, he should do his preparations for the future, while dealing with Konoha, Carcossa, and the entire world. Assyrian's influence was disappearing ever since he left, too, so, maybe he can kill/pet two rabbits with only one hand.

"Okay, let's go, Inqui!" With a smile towards his back, where he only received a snore in return, Ocaeril held on tight the baskets braces that acted as a backpack, before jumping off into the portal as well.

The world goes on...

 

[Selee-01]

Zyr'abaoth Action 1
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With a roar, Zyr created the Afterlife. Black dust and ashes gathered in a parallel realm, and from now on all souls would wander the abyss after death. It was possible to enter the land of the dead and return, but it was difficult for even experienced mages to cross the invisible wall. It was guarded by giant shadows, who would patrol the edge of the afterlife and ensure no one would pass. At the center of the afterlife, there was a black mountain riddled with tunnels and pits where the Nightbringer resided. There was no judgment, no love, no hate. Just oblivious wandering under an unchanging night sky.

 

[Celestial Speck]

Action 1
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In the oceans of Ocaeril, a lone island stood. That island was close to the center of the world, a spot perfectly in-between the east and the west. That island was Ocaeril's chosen island for his next greatest creation. This cycle, he decided to be nice, and do overall nice things. The first thing he wanted to do was create a safe spot for creatures all over the world. As well as a gift for an old friend of his, the adorable Mew. Even though her father wasn't exactly...The best figure in all of existence, principally personally to the other gods. But even so, his child was at least nice, and often interacted with him. As such, he decided to make a gift for her, as well as other children in the world.

As such, Ocaeril took the form of wind in the sky, with Inqui softly laying on the air, being held up by strong winds, as Ocaeril traveled along the coast of the supermassive island. Going to its depths under the ground, Ocaeril would create a small tree- Actually evolving it from a small acorn- relatively small, but, in mere instants, would soon grow and grow- becoming awfully large. The seas moved and broke as the island shifted, as earth rose up in the sky, falling down, as massive roots sprouted from it, laying deep down on the depths of the world, deep and deeper...Kilometers among kilometers, and the tree sprouting up in equally high quantities, reaching up in the clouds!

Upon the branches of the tree, however, a massive island stood- the same island from earlier. Terraformed due to the large tree being formed under it, but still...Oddly habitable. That was due to Ocaeril using Wood Release to make sure the braches held onto the island like roots as well, and Earth Release to solidify the earth to make sure it didn't fall. The tree's roots were also hollow, allowing one to enter it from the entrance of the lower island, where the tree sprouted. They go either go up, going through the tree's base, or down, deep underground. The tree would have a defensive system where its sap would act as a slime that could change its forms to deal damage to any infection, danger, or entity dealing harm to the tree. The sap was highly toxic and acidic and could melt down any sort of substance immediately, with the only exception being the tree itself, of course.

​

The tree would also have creatures living on and inside of it! That was the main point of it, after all. These creatures would vary to monsters, friendly creatures, and whatever else one can find out in the world. Generally in duos, and occasionally trios, with many living peacefully on its roots, base, or top, regardless of their nature are violent or not. It would truly be a beautiful place, and a peaceful one too, but Ocaeril knew some of his children would try and take advantage of this, and perhaps even harm Mew. As such, Ocaeril evolved the tree to be free of thought, being able to sense anything occurring within its proximity, inside of it, on it, or otherwise. It could also send messages to some of the creatures there, though most of these would be simplistic in nature.

And as such, to ensure the tree remained protected, Ocaeril would also gather three animals living on each different part of it, and evolve them.

The first one, living on the roots of the tree, would be a massive serpent whose venom was able to paralyze even gods temporarily, although not harm in any way. They could change their form to be ethereal, and even swim deep down in the core of the world, and not being affected. They would be tasked with sending nutrients to the roots. They could often be confused by travelers as another root, before swimming deep underground...Their name would be Niohorg.

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The second one, living at the base of the tree, would be a deer, whose power was to heal the tree almost instantly, and give nutrients to the soil, and create almost any type of plant matter. Their powers came from the sky, their antlers absorbing energy from the sun and moon's light, being able to send a beam towards their enemies. They could be often seen wandering about the tree, often being accompanied by a mysterious mist. Their name would be Xerneas since the last one was a bit too complicated to say out loud...

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The last one, living at the highest point of the tree, unseen by many, but heard by few, was a massive red bird, whose power was to gather energy into its body, and act as the ultimate defense for the tree, killing any enemy nearly instantly. They could fly faster than any creature, only losing to Gohei, the 7 Tails. Using the tree of its 'hands', it could gather energy into the center, and form a Big Ball Rasengan, one of the main moves Ocaeril uses with Chakra. This creature, named Yveltal, could appear anywhere in the tree, and often kicked out any troublemakers by making them mysteriously appear in the boat they came from, far, far away from the tree...

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They all would be granted Chakra by Ocaeril and allowed to rest and watch over the creatures of the land, while occasionally interacting with them, and even Outsiders. They were soon to be called by any lucky enough to find this tree as the 'Great Three Senjutsu Masters', as they could teach Senjutsu of their own respective types to nearly anyone with Chakra. Senjutsu was an advanced usage of Chakra, by calling in the natural energy of the world and using it as a battery for their own reserves. It was greatly dangerous, though. Those who took in too much either turning into stone or those who took too little becoming an animal.

Senjutsu was so rare that the only known user was Tuldor Otsutsuki. And only those who proved themselves to be worthy of heart could be taught by the three. Each 'Senjutsu' transformation being temporary, but each of the three adding unique powers, such as permanent flight, greater manipulation of nature, or etherealness at any time, as well as greater Chakra Control, and being able to talk with animals, send Natural Energy to enemies to turn them into stone, and a complete energized form, with their Jutsus being stronger than ever.

The main users would be Ocaeril'ss own Druids, though, who had proved themselves time and time again. But so far? Less than 10 users were around by the time the tree was created/evolved. Two of them being Ashura and Indra. Ashura taking on Xerneas teachings, and Indra on Yveltal's...

As they arrived, however, they wouldn't be asked to prove themselves, as they already had done so. All the two of each asked was for them to build a small shrine some ways off to the village of Konoha, where a hedgehog statue stood...

​

It had a top hat too, oddly enough. Regardless, people occasionally laid flowers and some donations there to the shrine of the unknown god.

As it all ended, Ocaeril smiled, as he soon sent a mental message to Mew, telling her to come to this location, as he had a 'surprise' to her, before leaving, but not without a note.

'Have fun!
- From big brother Ocaeril'

Revan4221

 

[Space Buddha]

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, a young woman clad in a black cloak and carrying a basket of unknown contents ran through the woods, leaping over felled logs and undergrowth as the sounds of the villagers grew louder behind her. Cyan blood mixed with sweat poured down her face as she dashed through the thorny branches, the pain from which elicited little more than a whimper as anything louder would assure that the villagers would be alerted. A gunshot rang out and her heart skipped a beat. She turned back to see how close they had gotten, and yet not ceasing to run. Unfortunately, the young girl, being distracted, wasn't able to see the particularly thick branch that smacked her in the side of the head, knocking her to the ground and causing her enough shock that she shed her disguise as she fell. She, or rather, it landed face-first in the mud, dropping the stolen basket of provisions and almost definitely alerting the angry mob in the distance to its location, although said angry mob was strangely silent, their chanting of "burn the witch!" calming and the clamor of pitchforks no longer being audible. Still, the Doppleganger was mostly certain that it was doomed to die at the hands of its human pursuers, though it was not quite willing to give up yet. Slowly and painfully, the tall, grey-skinned and skeletal creature rose to its feet and staggered over towards the basket, which itself carried only basic supplies and provisions stolen from the villagers, enough to last the pitiful thing a week at best. Though, curiously, it saw that the basket in question was gone, with only a depression in the mud-puddle in which the Doppleganger had fallen to show where it had been previously. Puzzled, the alien-like thing looked around, wondering what could have made off with the supplies the doppleganger had nearly died to obtain. As it turned around, it noticed the villagers had gone totally silent, and dared to hope for a moment that they may have lost its trail, up until it felt a gentle tap on it's shoulder, which caused the doppleganger to leap forward what must have been three meters and once again splay out in the mud, desperately scrambling to its frog-like feet as Original laughed like kefka on a bad sound system.

"Woah there buddy! What's the rush?"

"P-Please don't hurt me! I was just hungry! Okay! I'm not a monster! Or a witch! P-Please just let me go!"

The doppleganger's skeletal grey body was curled up into the fetal position, it's head disproportionately outsizing its body and slowly turning to what the doppleganger likely thought was yet another angry villager, however this assumption was soon proven wrong when the creature's globular black eyes locked with those similarly colored and ichor-stained eyes (Or eye, if you want to talk semantics) of Original. The doppleganger froze, only able to muster a single telepathic word in the face of what his people knew to be-

"G...God?"

"The one and only!"

Original twirled his cane and gave a sharp-toothed smile, extending said cane to help the doppleganger to its feet. The creature reluctantly took the cane and rose, easily standing at least twice the height of Original but, upon noticing this, immediately took a knee.

"So what's an upstanding gent like you doin' lookin' like he went one too many rounds with an orc of unusual girth?"

"I, um... I was posing as a traveler in that village, you know, to steal food and such... But, uh... the elder, he saw me change, and they must've thought I was a witch or someth- wait, what happened to the villagers? Did you do something to them?"

"You mean did I kill them? Not at all! Just sent'em on a bit of a good 'ole goose chase back there, I'm a master of hide and seek and my servants are all the same!"

The doll he had sent for Ickol appeared by his side once again, now peppered with bullet holes.

"Thank you! H-How can I ever repay you for this? I-I'm just a scavenger! I don't have a penny to my name! Uh, would you like a sacrifice? I can make you one of those!"

"Well not at all my good man! I only need one thing from you!"

"I-I'm a femal-"

"Just tell me one thing! What went so sour with my chosen people over my leave that y'all ended up in such a sorry state as this! Your kind are meant to be kings! not some sorry band'a scavengers and thieves!"

"Well, I... can't really be sure... I've only ever met a few other dopplegangers... I know some live in tribes and such, and some try to live among humans. I tried to do that once, but since it's so hard to avoid the inquisitors now I've to stay on the run. I'm sure if we were more unified things would be better, but-"

"Say no more! I got just what you need! Your kind need to pick 'emselves up by the bootstraps! Band together 'n take charge! How's that sound?"

"O-Of course my Lord! But... I don't know how! I've not seen another of my kind in years!"

"Well I got a quick fix for that don't you worry! You'll get a tribe of your own'n soon enough you'll be a king! You better be at least!"

Original vanished into black pixels, and the Doppleganger's vision went dark. It awoke once again, certain that it had just had a vision, but unable to process events surely before looking up and seeing something that made the creature's eyes widen. There were others. No more than twelve and no less than eight, but definitely dopplegangers, each one with a subtle difference in color in comparison to the original, which was grey in contrast to their light shades of green, blue and pink. Before the doppleganger could speak into their minds, one of the others, the blue one, spoke to it.

"Are they gone?"

"W-What? Who are you?"

"How hard did you hit your head? We were all trying to steal from that town, but those villagers chased us off, remember?"

"Oh... I see..."

The doppleganger understood the gift it had been given. A tribe, the first of many Doppleganger tribes which would seek power wherever they could. In reality, they were only a number of duplicates created by Original, their memories fabricated, however to this doppleganger, they were the first opportunity in their lifetime to return to the purpose of their race, and fulfill the mandate of their god, and to rise beyond mere scavengers. To become a race of kings. Or queens, given that the doppleganger in question was in fact a female, and presumably most of her tribe short of the one genderswap counterpart were as well, but regardless, the goal was the same.

"Hey... Everyone?"

"Yeah?"

"I just had the craziest dream... and I think I've got an idea for how we might never have to steal bread again."

"Oh yeah, and what might that be?"












Meanwhile...

Ickol opened the envelope, eyebrows raised. Time to see what this stupidity was.

The envelope contained a card, made of some kind of ultra-thin white parchment, with the front of said card being covered in heart designs and hyper realistic depictions of fluffy animals. Opening the card, she saw it to be blank, however curiously, the paper began to sing.

Spoiler

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[KolastoRPN]

Helsa Action #1

Helsa smiled on her desert island, her mad mind brewing with various plans. But her first step would be to gather her Tailed Demons. Her power spread outward towards the Exodite lands, where they were wreaking havoc. From there, she sent a single message right into their minds.

Come to me.

Then, before they could even respond, she corrupted the data of reality once more, transporting them to her lair. As soon as they arrived (though they did have to shrink slightly in order to actually fit on the island), they all kneeled. Well, they kneeled as well as they could.

Infern, One-Tailed Demon of Flame. Powerful and headstrong, he was nonetheless loyal to her cause. His brutal nature hid a strong talent for wartime strategy.

Spoiler: Infern

Terax, Two-Tailed Demon of Earth. Stoic and curt in words and expressions, Terax's stone visage revealed nothing of his inner thoughts. But he was the smartest of her Demons, his mountainous intelligence dedicated to her cause.

Spoiler: Terax

Tempest, Three-Tailed Demon of Wind. Tempest was a living storm. Anything sucked into his whirlwind was doomed to never be released. Anything mortal at least. Helsa wasn't quite sure if the things sucked in were still alive in there. Tempest sure didn't know; the air-head would get distracted before finding out and forget about it completely after sucking up another village for fun.

Spoiler: Tempest

Levin, Four-Tailed Demon of Lightning. Smart but way too cocky, making him less useful than Terax when it came to planning. He tried to style himself as 'cool', but it was clear to see that he wasn't the most stable person...especially when he's taunted too much.

Spoiler: Levin

Typhoon, Five-Tailed Demon of Water. The most neutral of her demons; while he wouldn't go against Helsa, he wouldn't actively help her most of the time either unless something was in it for him. Simply put, he was easygoing. But he wasn't to be underestimated; he wasn't outright intelligent like Terax, but he was very skilled at getting people to do what he wanted.

Spoiler: Typhoon

Glacier, Six-Tailed Demon of Ice. Cool headed and cold hearted, Glacier was the only demon that could equal Terax in raw intelligence. But he had almost no emotions, and seemed incapable of understanding how people actually felt most of the time. He seemed...unaware of how things worked most of the time.

Spoiler: Glacier

Cryuz, Seven-Tailed Demon of Crystal. Cryuz was not really outstanding in power or intelligence among the Tailed Demons. But he made up for it with the pure sadism in his actions.. Even Helsa was impressed by the lengths he would go to sometimes.

Spoiler: Cryuz

Duex, Eight-Tailed Demon of Sand. Duex was, simply put, a jerk. And not just a jerk, a snobby jerk. That's all that needs to be said about him.

Spoiler: Duex

And then...Orochi. Nine-Tailed Demon of Power. Unlike the other Demons, Orochi was outright mindless. He only understood wreaking havoc and obeying Helsa's whims. Outside of that? He was nearly feral.

Spoiler: Orochi

"My Tailed Demons, I have summoned you for a specific purpose. To aid in increasing my power." Helsa smirked at the demons around her. "Orochi. Come forth." The snake Tailed Demon stepped forward, as Helsa extended her power outward and searched her cult for Dark Chakra users. After finding a sufficient amount, she corrupted the code of reality once more and summoned them to her. In a puff of corruptive smoke, they appeared. Extremely confused and lost.

"How in Helsa's tentacled head did I get here-" One nearly said, before he saw Helsa and immediately prostrated before her along with the rest of the cultists. "M-My lady!"

"Enough. You have been trained in Chakra seals for imprisonment?" They all nodded. "Good. Seal Orochi within me in a way that I may draw upon his power." The cultists, while feeling great shock, were not in the mood to express it to their goddess. So, they set to work. With several hand seals and a slam of their hands into the ground, two complex patterns formed under Helsa and Orochi, the patterns clearly connected. Then, with several more seals, and a final slam of their hands together, they shouted

"Forbidden Seal: Eight Headed Serpent of Corruption!" And then, the symbols burst into light. With a burst of energy, Orochi vanished into a cloud of black energy, which traveled along the patterns to Helsa. And then...everything went white. When the blindness cleared, Helsa looked...somewhat different. Her eyes seemed more serpentine.

And unknown to all, a symbol of eight interlocked serpents had appeared on her back. The Seal.

Helsa smiled as she felt the new power in her body. It wasn't much compared to the strength of a goddess, but it was quite the increase. "Yes...this will do quite nicely." With a wave of her hands, she sent her cult and her Tailed Demons outside of Orochi back to where they were before. "It will be perfect..."

This date would be remembered as the Rise of the Yamata no Jinchuuriki.