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

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BlackCat-055

Cultist Cat hopped on Donuts
Meanwhile, in the palace of Camelot, an enchanted bell, engraved with dozens of runes, began to ring as though it were the bell of a clocktower, alerting Tanya and her servants to the presence of intruders in the Library. It rang five times, signifying the power of the being within. @BlackCat-055
Tanya groaned, this isn't good, 5 meant Divine level threat, activating more of the runes, she knew it was the book related to Yimor, and more specifically has the part of the ritual to kill Zyr, she immediately alerted Inqui as this was her kind of problem, and she had to admit she can only stall for time if it was a god or something similar to that, she then looked to the men around her.

"Move it! Evacuate everyone nearby away and send in the Demi Servants! This is a five star threat so five stars Demis now!"

Cries of Lady Tanya were heard as they went away to do their tasks.

Meanwhile Inuqi heard the alert and groaned, she looked at Speck.

"That stupid dragon Zyr.... he's in Tanya's library, I'm gonna..." Inqui attempted to get out but sighed as she slumped further in.

"no use...too comfy, will send in Nakashashi, will go if needed" Inqui slumped back to the Basket and fell asleep

(@Celestial Speck)

Meanwhile in Camelot, Zyr felt that he was kicked back by something as a Nekomatus in shogun armor and a glowing katana appeared.

"I am Saber Nakashashi, you will not get this tome unless I'm dead"
 
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Celestial Speck

I'm not a bad guy, I swear!
Tanya groaned, this isn't good, 5 meant Divine level threat, activating more of the runes, she knew it was the book related to Yimor, and more specifically has the part of the ritual to kill Zyr, she immediately alerted Inqui as this was her kind of problem, and she had to admit she can only stall for time if it was a god or something similar to that, she then looked to the men around her.

"Move it! Evacuate everyone nearby away and send in the Demi Servants! This is a five star threat so five stars Demis now!"

Cries of Lady Tanya were heard as they went away to do their tasks.

Meanwhile Inuqi heard the alert and groaned, she looked at Speck.

"That stupid dragon Zyr.... He's trying to get the rituals so he can make sure no one can kill him, I'm gonna..." Inqui attempted to get out but sighed as she slumped further in.

"no use...too comfy, will send in Nakashashi, will go if needed" Inqui slumped back to the Basket and fell asleep

(@Celestial Speck)

Meanwhile in Camelot, Zyr felt that he was kicked back by something as a Nekomatus in shogun armor and a glowing katana appeared.

"I am Saber Nakashashi, you will not get this tome unless I'm dead"
"Wha-- Already?!"

Ocaeril groaned, as he scratched his head. He put his hands on his face, letting out a muffled scream. It hasn't even been an hour! (It was actually a few decades to him, but who can blame gods when time passes quickly for them?)

Looking at Inqui, Ocaeril send in some messages to his three Servants, alerting them that Zyr was also on the move to get the scrolls- And that they should act quick and carefully.

"Okay! Inqui! If you know where it is, tell me! I sent people looking for those things to defeat Zyr-- If you can--Oh, you're asleep..."

Ocaeril sighed, and while he wanted to get mad at her, he simply couldn't, and patted her in the head.

"I'll protect you, okay...I'll beat anyone who tries to hurt you...Wifey."

Feeling embarrassment for saying that, Ocaeril was glad Inqui was asleep. Although, he kept an eye out for anything particularly major/dangerous occurring out in the world, while he trusted his servants to be well, and to send any messages to him in case anything happened.

What a mess...Not a single cycle to rest...

...Hey, that rhymes. Huh.
 

Selee-01

All according to my Scenario
Tanya groaned, this isn't good, 5 meant Divine level threat, activating more of the runes, she knew it was the book related to Yimor, and more specifically has the part of the ritual to kill Zyr, she immediately alerted Inqui as this was her kind of problem, and she had to admit she can only stall for time if it was a god or something similar to that, she then looked to the men around her.

"Move it! Evacuate everyone nearby away and send in the Demi Servants! This is a five star threat so five stars Demis now!"

Cries of Lady Tanya were heard as they went away to do their tasks.

Meanwhile Inuqi heard the alert and groaned, she looked at Speck.

"That stupid dragon Zyr.... He's trying to get the rituals so he can make sure no one can kill him, I'm gonna..." Inqui attempted to get out but sighed as she slumped further in.

"no use...too comfy, will send in Nakashashi, will go if needed" Inqui slumped back to the Basket and fell asleep

(@Celestial Speck)

Meanwhile in Camelot, Zyr felt that he was kicked back by something as a Nekomatus in shogun armor and a glowing katana appeared.

"I am Saber Nakashashi, you will not get this tome unless I'm dead"
The Dragon hissed, and formed a shield of Void.
Then He ran back and kicked the golem aside and grabbed the Book with the tongs.
 

Space Buddha

The Enlightened One
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@Selee-01 | @BlackCat-055

The shield is effective in deflecting Nakadashi's kick, but just barely, as it ripples and distorts it is clear that it will not be able to take another hit. The golem, however, is sent flying by Zyr as he manages to grip the book in the tongs. Three more spider-golems and one of the more humanoid centurions close in however, and Nakadashi blocks Zyr's way towards the exit.​
 

Selee-01

All according to my Scenario
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@Selee-01 | @BlackCat-055

The shield is effective in deflecting Nakadashi's kick, but just barely, as it ripples and distorts it is clear that it will not be able to take another hit. The golem, however, is sent flying by Zyr as he manages to grip the book in the tongs. Three more spider-golems and one of the more humanoid centurions close in however, and Nakadashi blocks Zyr's way towards the exit.​
Zyr’abaoth clicked His tongue, and dropped into a portal to the Afterlife.
 

Space Buddha

The Enlightened One

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Original The Character: Action 2
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Meanwhile, in the more mundane section of the Camelot library, a stranger in a suit and what appeared to be an eyepatch over both eyes flipped through the pages of a somewhat nondescript book despite the fact that there was no feasible means by which someone with an eyepatch over both eyes could even read in the first place. Of course, this attracted little suspicion given the wide variety of strange characters attracted to the single largest library in the world since the sunfall destroyed the Imperial Library. Unknown to the people in this library, the eyepatches that Original wore were cheap rip-offs, and were in fact made of a nearly transparent mesh, failing to cover the eye at all. However, when one's eyes were entirely black, one might not notice this. It was only now that Original had begun to realize that he likely would have gotten a lot fewer strange looks had he simply not covered his eyes, as physical mutations are not uncommon in those who dabble in the sorts of magic many come to this library to learn of, however he was far too preoccupied to act on this realization, having found this book of zoology, particularly on the study of animals which use magical abilities as either defense mechanism or for utilitarian purposes, from the common Zubat to the vicious Sharpedo, to the far more elusive breeds such as the pseudo-dragon commonly referred to as a dragonite. He had grown particularly interested in the process some nations had taken to 'taming', or more commonly, freezing and releasing in the general direction of the person you want to die, using soul-gem like orbs.

"Huh, If the spearians can do something like that with animals, I wonder if I could do something similar with-"


"SHHHH!"

Original glanced over to the angry-looking librarian, silently mouthing an apology before returning the book to the shelf and heading off to the bathroom, wherein he promptly vanished, and reappeared on a mostly deserted island, save for a few savage natives, in his true hedgehog form. Looking around, he saw a stone disc on the beach, likely used as a coin of sorts by the natives and small enough to fit in the palm of one's hand. A pearl was encrusted into the center.

"Hmmm... This will certainly do! Of course, it seems to be... missing something... Aha!"


The blue hedgehog took a nearby vine and flattened it out into a sort of strap, before fixing the disc to said strap and tying it around his wrist. He began to work his magic, weaving his power through the disc and carving some runes in it for asthetic purposes, along with adding a little sundial on it so that it could sort-of function as an actual timepiece. He made sure to make it so that anyone with any experience in magic could uncover how to reproduce this design with any variety of substitutes for the materials Original used, and then, when he was finished, he marveled at his handiwork. The enchantment was quite simple really. The dim light the central pearl emitted would not illuminate this world, but would allow one to see beings that were ordinarily hidden. Specifically yokai and fae, but with an emphasis on the former. It also had another effect, the light acting to charm these beings and bind them to one's will. When he was finished, Original grinned and vanished into pixellation. Meanwhile, a man in the jade empire who had made his reputation as a shady businessman selling actual snake oil and claiming that it was a healing potion had a rather unusual dream that night, as he watched a black-eyed man in foreign-looking attire give something reminding him of one of his own medicine shows in a village of some sort.

"Step right up! Step right up and see the wonders of my amazing invention! Are you sick of umbrellas coming to life and trying to eat you? Are you sick'a dollfaced spider women eatin' your men 'n fiddlin' with your cows? Well then this 'lil gadget will make your demon problem a thing'a the past! Yes siree! For a price so low I'm practically giving it away, you too can have the amazing power to seal away those pesky 'lil yokai and bend them to your whims! And just to demonstrate!"


The black-eyed salesman with a radio-filtered voice gestures to a nearby floating doll, which pulls open a cage, allowing a flying umbrella with one giant eye to levitate out of the box, dragging its elongated tongue behind it. The salesman then raises his wrist to the air, shining a blue light onto the creature and immediately calming the flailing of its tongue, before it seems to condense down into a small golden coin, which the salesman then placed into a slot of sorts in the watch, causing the creature to appear again, although visibly smaller, and peacefully levitating around Original's head.

"So what're you waitin' for! You've got a million-dolla' idea here! Get out there and get rich!"



The salesman jolted awake, unaware of the nature of his strangely vivid dream, but quickly realizing that it was more than just a dream, as he looked to his nightstand, seeing the Yo-Kai Watch placed just within reach...​
 

Selee-01

All according to my Scenario
Zyr’abaoth Conversational
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Upon the black, unchanging sands of the Afterlife, Zyr’abaoth walked. His footprints faded moments after He took a step, and the dead wandered mindlessly. Eventually, He reached the Mountain and assumed His true shape. Still using the tongs, Zyr transported the Book to an alcove and made the glossy obsidian mold into a platform to hold it. Then He made it solidify, burying the Book in rock until it was needed.

@Celestial Speck
Zyr’abaoth spoke to Ocaeril from afar.
/HELLO EARTH-GODLING/
 

BlackCat-055

Cultist Cat hopped on Donuts
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@Selee-01 | @BlackCat-055

The shield is effective in deflecting Nakadashi's kick, but just barely, as it ripples and distorts it is clear that it will not be able to take another hit. The golem, however, is sent flying by Zyr as he manages to grip the book in the tongs. Three more spider-golems and one of the more humanoid centurions close in however, and Nakadashi blocks Zyr's way towards the exit.​
Zyr’abaoth clicked His tongue, and dropped into a portal to the Afterlife.
Nakashashi sighed as she then walked out of the demi-plane and talk to Tanya, she needs to keep the book more secure at all costs.

Tanya meanwhile sighed as she thought up on extra plans to bolster the defenses of the Book
 

Celestial Speck

I'm not a bad guy, I swear!
Zyr’abaoth Conversational
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Upon the black, unchanging sands of the Afterlife, Zyr’abaoth walked. His footprints faded moments after He took a step, and the dead wandered mindlessly. Eventually, He reached the Mountain and assumed His true shape. Still using the tongs, Zyr transported the Book to an alcove and made the glossy obsidian mold into a platform to hold it. Then He made it solidify, burying the Book in rock until it was needed.

@Celestial Speck
Zyr’abaoth spoke to Ocaeril from afar.
/HELLO EARTH-GODLING/
Ocaeril groaned even louder inside his head as he floated above the skies of the planet. Oh, god. At this point he can tell the unique way the dragon Abaoth family speaks. It was most definetely Zyr. Him damn it all! Should he even reply? Is this about the Dragon Slayer? Ocaeril was too trusting with Yimor last time he 'summoned' him to talk. But he can't be agressive. Not now.

"Hello Zyr," The planet replied inside his mind. He even calls him Earth-Godling the same way Yimor does, ugh... "Do you need something?"

The Dragon Slayer spear was morphed and became a small ear-ring on Ocaeril's left ear, barely, if not completely unrecognizable from it's original form. This way the spear could talk to him, if needed.
 

Selee-01

All according to my Scenario
Ocaeril groaned even louder inside his head as he floated above the skies of the planet. Oh, god. At this point he can tell the unique way the dragon Abaoth family speaks. It was most definetely Zyr. Him damn it all! Should he even reply? Is this about the Dragon Slayer? Ocaeril was too trusting with Yimor last time he 'summoned' him to talk. But he can't be agressive. Not now.

"Hello Zyr," The planet replied inside his mind. He even calls him Earth-Godling the same way Yimor does, ugh... "Do you need something?"

The Dragon Slayer spear was morphed and became a small ear-ring on Ocaeril's left ear, barely, if not completely unrecognizable from it's original form. This way the spear could talk to him, if needed.
/I WOULD ENJOY YOUR ASSISTANCE/
/I PLAN TO CREATE A NEW CIVILIZATION/
 

Celestial Speck

I'm not a bad guy, I swear!
/I WOULD ENJOY YOUR ASSISTANCE/
/I PLAN TO CREATE A NEW CIVILIZATION/
...What?

Ocaeril stood quiet, simply listening and taking in what Zyr just said. So, he wants his help, after he stole all of the souls of his children, and put him god-knows-where? This was...Really golden. He kinda wanted to chuckle, but he held himself off. He felt like he was being played here, or he was about to. But on the other hand...This could help him understand Zyr and his motives more. Where he's slowly growing to dislike him, he doesn't as much as he did with Yimor. So maybe...

...Ocaeril sighed, and messaged Tanya.

@BlackCat-055

I have news that Zyr'abaoth raided your library.

If you could tell me eventually what he stole, it would be appreciated. I shall explain my motives for such a request at a later date.

Thank you.

~Ocaeril

P.S: She calls me hubbie. Should we get married?


With that, Ocaeril responded to Zyr.

"Elaborate, please?"
 

Selee-01

All according to my Scenario
...What?

Ocaeril stood quiet, simply listening and taking in what Zyr just said. So, he wants his help, after he stole all of the souls of his children, and put him god-knows-where? This was...Really golden. He kinda wanted to chuckle, but he held himself off. He felt like he was being played here, or he was about to. But on the other hand...This could help him understand Zyr and his motives more. Where he's slowly growing to dislike him, he doesn't as much as he did with Yimor. So maybe...

...Ocaeril sighed, and messaged Tanya.

@BlackCat-055

I have news that Zyr'abaoth raided your library.

If you could tell me eventually what he stole, it would be appreciated. I shall explain my motives for such a request at a later date.

Thank you.

~Ocaeril

P.S: She calls me hubbie. Should we get married?


With that, Ocaeril responded to Zyr.

"Elaborate, please?"
/A SOCIETY OF INTELLIGENT, EVOLVING SHADOWS/
 

Celestial Speck

I'm not a bad guy, I swear!
/WHAT’S A METAPHOR?/
/REAL SHADOWS/
"Okay, like, uuh...I think you'll need to create those, cuz like...I don't think that's in my powers, to like, make shadows alive. I can control them and stuff through Chakra, but like--You get what I mean?"

Man, this was awkward. Why did everyone always assume the evolution sphere worked that way?
 

Selee-01

All according to my Scenario
"Okay, like, uuh...I think you'll need to create those, cuz like...I don't think that's in my powers, to like, make shadows alive. I can control them and stuff through Chakra, but like--You get what I mean?"

Man, this was awkward. Why did everyone always assume the evolution sphere worked that way?
/CERTAINLY/
Zyr’abaoth Action 3
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Zyr’abaoth created a race of sentient shadows, capable of becoming insubstantial and altering their shape and size.

/EARTH-GODLING, YOU MAY DETAIL IT/
 

Celestial Speck

I'm not a bad guy, I swear!
/CERTAINLY/
Zyr’abaoth Action 3
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Zyr’abaoth created a race of sentient shadows, capable of becoming insubstantial and altering their shape and size.

/EARTH-GODLING, YOU MAY DETAIL IT/
...Huh, he was actually letting him do this. Okay. Ocaeril cracked his knuckles and did the same with his neck to 'get' into the mood. Should he actually do this? Zyr most likely will try and use them for his own plans, so maybe...He needs to make them good. Maybe attach them to a clan, most likely...Act as a 'shadows' in someone's life. Good shadows. Shadows capable of doing good instead of evil! After all, he has this new look knocking into him, after all...

Action 3

Ocaeril would rename the shadow race into 'Novakin' While they were shadows, they would possess a core generally into the center of their beings that shined brightly and allowed them to change their bodies around that one particular spot. That core had multiple runes into it, acting as a 'brain' of sorts. That brain would be formed from their own shadows and would be sparked by them meeting sunlight. After that, a flame would be born inside that core, allowing them of competent thought. Their life before it would be akin to a baby- close to non-sentience, and without a form.

After that happened, a ritual they called 'Cooldown' to make so their young became 'adults', taking any appearance they wished to. From humanoid to animalistic, to even resembling other races. They would be rather dumb at first, only having short term memory, but they could learn skills and magic awfully fast. Almost like someone's shadow. Their ability to become unsubstantial only worked if they left the proximity of their core, but would then leave them open to attacks.

They would be a good-aligned race, often just looking for a good time. Their coloration also could change- a gift from Ocaeril by giving them Chakra as their 'body' alongside Zyr's shadows. They could be nearly any color, from purple to nobles being rainbow-colored. In areas where shadows were plenty, they could fuse with these shadows, and form larger limbs, although that ability going away as soon as light shined into them, and returning to their normal size.

Their birthplace would be often many places, and sometimes even the Underdark, where some were more...Brutal, and acting as self-proclaimed 'big ol' sheriff of 'dis stinkeh placeh' although retaining their dumbness and short-term memory in places without the sun. They also looked rather different from their normal counterparts.


Ocaeril would soon let some of them move into Konoha, some even 'fusing' with certain Ninjas, becoming their literal shadows, and forming a clan of Ninjas, called the Abamane Clan, capable of controlling shadows and talking to them, even, thanks to the Novakin. Although not all would do that, as the ritual where such a thing happened involved a lot of trusts, fusing with one's Chakra, and working together.

Ocaeril made sure their core was evolved to a point where they were simply...Too cheesy and dumb to fall to the side of evil, and most of their 'evil' stuff being from neutral Novakins, or Novakins who pulled 'harmless' pranks to other people, although never killing anyone unless necessary. They would also be good blacksmiths and often built some guns, the Abamane clan often wielding pistols with them.

They could also live in the unhabituated fog islands of Corven, and often built villages and traded with Konoha, and other villages.

Satisfied with his work, Ocaeril smiled. They looked...

Cool.
 
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Selee-01

All according to my Scenario
...Huh, he was actually letting him do this. Okay. Ocaeril cracked his knuckles and did the same with his neck to 'get' into the mood. Should he actually do this? Zyr most likely will try and use them for his own plans, so maybe...He needs to make them good. Maybe attach them to a clan, most likely...Act as a 'shadows' in someone's life. Good shadows. Shadows capable of doing good instead of evil! After all, he has this new look knocking into him, after all...

Action 3

Ocaeril would rename the shadow race into 'Novakin' While they were shadows, they would possess a core generally into the center of their beings that shined brightly and allowed them to change their bodies around that one particular spot. That core had multiple runes into it, acting as a 'brain' of sorts. That brain would be formed from their own shadows and would be sparked by them meeting sunlight. After that, a flame would be born inside that core, allowing them of competent thought. Their life before it would be akin to a baby- close to non-sentience, and without a form.

After that happened, a ritual they called 'Cooldown' to make so their young became 'adults', taking any appearance they wished to. From humanoid to animalistic, to even resembling other races. They would be rather dumb at first, only having short term memory, but they could learn skills and magic awfully fast. Almost like someone's shadow. Their ability to become unsubstantial only worked if they left the proximity of their core, but would then leave them open to attacks.

They would be a good-aligned race, often just looking for a good time. Their coloration also could change- a gift from Ocaeril by giving them Chakra as their 'body' alongside Zyr's shadows. They could be nearly any color, from purple to nobles being rainbow-colored. In areas where shadows were plenty, they could fuse with these shadows, and form larger limbs, although that ability going away as soon as light shined into them, and returning to their normal size.

Their birthplace would be often many places, and sometimes even the Underdark, where some were more...Brutal, and acting as self-proclaimed 'big ol' sheriff of 'dis stinkeh placeh' although retaining their dumbness and short-term memory in places without the sun.

Ocaeril would soon let some of them move into Konoha, some even 'fusing' with certain Ninjas, becoming their literal shadows, and forming a clan of Ninjas, called the Abamane Clan, capable of controlling shadows and talking to them, even, thanks to the Novakin. Although not all would do that, as the ritual where such a thing happened involved a lot of trusts, fusing with one's Chakra, and working together.

Ocaeril made sure their core was evolved to a point where they were simply...Too cheesy and dumb to fall to the side of evil, and most of their 'evil' stuff being from neutral Novakins, or Novakins who pulled 'harmless' pranks to other people, although never killing anyone unless necessary. They would also be good blacksmiths and often built some guns, the Abamane clan often wielding pistols with them.

Satisfied with his work, Ocaeril smiled. They looked...

Cool.
/YOU HAVE DONE WELL/
/MAYHAPS YOU COULD BE MY APPRENTICE/
 

Celestial Speck

I'm not a bad guy, I swear!
/YOU HAVE DONE WELL/
/MAYHAPS YOU COULD BE MY APPRENTICE/
"Eeeh...I'll pass. I'm already learning by existing, after all. But thanks for the offer. I'm always glad to help another god when I can."

Ocaeril, looking at the Novakin going through the world in all shapes, sizes, and identities, felt a nostalgic feeling. How long has it been since he created a race like that? It surely has been...A long time. It certainly feels good to be back in the game. Maybe Inqui and Tanya will like those, as well. They're certainly useful, cheesiness aside. Although, he'll need to keep a close eye on them to make sure Zyr, or anyone else for the matter, did anything wrong. He already did his best to try and make them 'incorruptible.' But it's just a matter of watching for now.

"Anyways, I'm done for the cycle, unfortunately. Call me if you want to discuss anything, though. I'll just take care of some stuff, first. Ciaossu!"

Ocaeril then closed off the call, letting out a little worried sigh for the Novakin and everyone else, before flying off towards Camelot with Inqui, although still keeping his channel open in case any other gods wanted anything else from him.
 

Selee-01

All according to my Scenario
"Eeeh...I'll pass. I'm already learning by existing, after all. But thanks for the offer. I'm always glad to help another god when I can."

Ocaeril, looking at the Novakin going through the world in all shapes, sizes, and identities, felt a nostalgic feeling. How long has it been since he created a race like that? It surely has been...A long time. It certainly feels good to be back in the game. Maybe Inqui and Tanya will like those, as well. They're certainly useful, cheesiness aside. Although, he'll need to keep a close eye on them to make sure Zyr, or anyone else for the matter, did anything wrong. He already did his best to try and make them 'incorruptible.' But it's just a matter of watching for now.

"Anyways, I'm done for the cycle, unfortunately. Call me if you want to discuss anything, though. I'll just take care of some stuff, first. Ciaossu!"

Ocaeril then closed off the call, letting out a little worried sigh for the Novakin and everyone else, before flying off towards Camelot with Inqui, although still keeping his channel open in case any other gods wanted anything else from him.
/GOODBYE/
 

Kingly K Duel

Guy with many thoughts and Ideas
Actions 1-3: The birth of the Curse.

Cardicarious grinned finally as he hit upon a new and fresh idea. If mortals wanted powers so badly, he would give it to them...but at a price, of course.

To this world he would offer 100 fruits of a cursed variety, more if someone wanted to gain his favor. With a wave of his hand, three cards formed in earnest as the show was about to begin...
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With this, he sent a message to the other gods and Mortals alike, enticing them with a general announcement.

"To all who are listening, to all who hear me, I have brought a gift upon the world. Fruits. Now don't go dismissing them early; they're special fruits. Fruits that give you power that you so earnestly crave. However, there are only 100 at the moment...so enjoy! Enjoy the Fruits of Cardicarious! Keep an eye out for those swirly patterns on the Fruit, that's your indication of one! Ciao!"

With that, he hung up the loudspeaker and waited as he looked to see anyone try and find them.

With an additional island made for combat purposes, he made a spot of sorts where one could destroy anything on it without fear of civilian casualties. Combat was the beast of the island. The creatures? The ones who step foot on it and fight to the bitter end.
 

Lolface390

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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 some clan'a chakra mages train the bees. 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 and that RSIEK gang 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./

The Empire is raising large quantities of giant bees in a hive-city run by the bee clan. 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."

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. Goblins are also nearing extinction.

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."

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."

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.

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."

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. Scrying also no longer works correctly, and now only grants access to Earth's internet.

/GLORIOUS./

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







Meanwhile...
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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.




Meanwhile...
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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.


Meanwhile...
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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.​
Snake frowned. Looks like this world was going to need his help... a whole lot of help, he vanished back into his box.

But to do that, he would need an army.

He was pretty sure he knew just where to look.

Corven: Action

Corven was forced to come to terms with something.

He wasn't very relevant in the grand scheme of things.

At least, not yet.

He decided to change that.

He ordered his most skilled and clever of his followers to exit the Foglands, clad in black coats, hideous mutations covered by their masks, armed with knowledge on nearly every disease, he commanded then to travel the world as wandering heroes, healing the sick, fighting bandits, and spreading the word of Corven. The tribes of Shark-Brutes... that would be tougher. He had them organize into a single nation state, well, a bunch of semi-constantly warring tribes masquerading as a nation state, anyway. He had them maintain at least a relative peace with any other nations (mostly because they couldn't afford to fight off anyone else at the moment) and begin improving their industrial base and infastructure.
 

Celestial Speck

I'm not a bad guy, I swear!
Actions 1-3: The birth of the Curse.

Cardicarious grinned finally as he hit upon a new and fresh idea. If mortals wanted powers so badly, he would give it to them...but at a price, of course.

To this world he would offer 100 fruits of a cursed variety, more if someone wanted to gain his favor. With a wave of his hand, three cards formed in earnest as the show was about to begin...
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With this, he sent a message to the other gods and Mortals alike, enticing them with a general announcement.

"To all who are listening, to all who hear me, I have brought a gift upon the world. Fruits. Now don't go dismissing them early; they're special fruits. Fruits that give you power that you so earnestly crave. However, there are only 100 at the moment...so enjoy! Enjoy the Fruits of Cardicarious! Keep an eye out for those swirly patterns on the Fruit, that's your indication of one! Ciao!"

With that, he hung up the loudspeaker and waited as he looked to see anyone try and find them.

With an additional island made for combat purposes, he made a spot of sorts where one could destroy anything on it without fear of civilian casualties. Combat was the beast of the island. The creatures? The ones who step foot on it and fight to the bitter end.
Ocaeril, listening to the message Cardicarious sent to all mortals/gods, raised an eyebrow at his announcement.

A...Fruit? That's interesting. The way he describes it makes me remind myself of the Chakra Fruits. Man, I feel old now...The Tailed Beasts probably are, as well. It's been...So long.

A small chuckle escaped the mouth of the planet, as he closed his eyes, and...He could feel something new. A new island being born on his body- certainly the work of Cardicarious. Those cards of his...They were certainly powerful, weren't they? He was sure he was essentially nigh-omnipotent with those. Thank goodness he's just a harmless trickster- he truly doesn't want to get into his bad side at all. But, he could be a useful ally one day.

Now he feels bad for never interacting with him. Damn.

With a soft 'pop' sound, in reality, Ocaeril appeared on the island.

The presence of the planet instantly made the island feel slightly more alive than before, making some plants and flowers to grow under his feet- and Chakra to be in the air. He could see instantly the fruits that the god told about- swirly and round, and definitely, most definitely awful looking. He could have asked him to make them tastier, eugh...He could see from the distance that they tasted awful. He almost felt offended.

Almost.

Ocaeril then picked one up gently from a tree and placed it on his hand.

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I'll take one, thank you.

Putting the fruit on his hand, Ocaeril contemplated eating it. If anything negative were to happen, he could most likely fix it with his Sphere...But, perhaps he'll wait for the next cycle for such.
 

Selee-01

All according to my Scenario
Actions 1-3: The birth of the Curse.

Cardicarious grinned finally as he hit upon a new and fresh idea. If mortals wanted powers so badly, he would give it to them...but at a price, of course.

To this world he would offer 100 fruits of a cursed variety, more if someone wanted to gain his favor. With a wave of his hand, three cards formed in earnest as the show was about to begin...
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With this, he sent a message to the other gods and Mortals alike, enticing them with a general announcement.

"To all who are listening, to all who hear me, I have brought a gift upon the world. Fruits. Now don't go dismissing them early; they're special fruits. Fruits that give you power that you so earnestly crave. However, there are only 100 at the moment...so enjoy! Enjoy the Fruits of Cardicarious! Keep an eye out for those swirly patterns on the Fruit, that's your indication of one! Ciao!"

With that, he hung up the loudspeaker and waited as he looked to see anyone try and find them.

With an additional island made for combat purposes, he made a spot of sorts where one could destroy anything on it without fear of civilian casualties. Combat was the beast of the island. The creatures? The ones who step foot on it and fight to the bitter end.
Zyr immediately flew to the island and grabbed a random fruit, eating it in a single bite.
 

Kingly K Duel

Guy with many thoughts and Ideas
Zyr immediately flew to the island and grabbed a random fruit, eating it in a single bite.
Zyr would then gain the ability of the Fart-Fart fruit, being able to generate methane from any part of his body (especially the rear) with varying amounts of potency.

"OH GOD. He...Hahaha!!!" Cardicarious said, laughing off his chair at the spectacle.
 

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