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

[Celestial Speck]

• KURANTSE VS FARMER JOE
• GM UPDATE

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  Stikes | Gravitys Momentum
  
  JOE
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  KURANTSE
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  Joe's scythe is perfectly deflected, shattering and depriving him of a weapon. Kura is unscathed, looking fabulous as ever. Deprived of his weapon, Joe was put into a weakened state. He may need to recover it sooner rather than later. Around them, explosions sounded as shells rained across the no-man's land. With trenches on both ends and the two sides separated so far that none could see the battle unfolding, the battlefield was lifeless, and devoid of anything worth trading. As such, both felt no boost due to being "in their element", so to speak.
  
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  The catgirl, at this point, was looking pretty scared. On the one hand, she knew the fae-creatures of her land could sometimes read minds, and her doubts were not tempered by the fact that nothing like this had happened for over five hundred years, and for the god of her race to just suddenly show up at her shrine while she was on duty, and decide to have a nice chat with her, was completely and entirely unbelievable. On the other hand though, it was right in that something with the ability to warp space and time around itself was not going to be affected by the mostly-blunt glowing shortsword that her mothers had bought her from a blacksmith who generally just made toys, and could probably eat her. With this in mind, she decided to play along for now. Her ears and tail, however, standing completely firm, would indicate that she still didn't trust the being before her.
  
  "Okay..."
  
  She takes a seat on a nearby rock, her tail remaining fully straight and sweat dripping down her face.
  
  "What would you like to discuss, then?"
  
  No characteristic "Nyaa" sound followed this sentence.
  
  
  

The man smiled. Soon, putting his cup down, he soon pulled out another one. Unlike his own, it wasn't an alcoholic drink. It seemed something like...Juice. It was pretty simple. No amazing tastes or anything like that. It wasn't bad by any means, though. And, it wasn't poisoned, if she decided to drink it!

"Alright--" He said with a grin, soon placing his mask back on his face. "I want you to tell me about your empire...And why it hasn't grown. No offense, but the fact you worship me while your entire country hasn't changed offends me a little bit. I don't really care for worship, but I won't just sit down and watch people live in the past millennia."

From there on out, depending on what the Neko would say, or rather, Komeiji-san, Ocaeril would provide different answers and bits of his own objectives. But one thing was clear. He didn't mean her no harm, but the entirety of Nekomatus made him quite miffed.

He told her about the dangers of the lack of the growth. The living comfortably under a barrier has made them weak. And how if one could bypass it with a proper army, they would be dead meat in a week. Hence, the need to grow.

However, he did not, in any moment, allow her to think they were special. In fact, he even said so to her face. That they were no different from humans, elves, gnomes, or any other race. He was going to help them grow. And if they abused it and used it to return to their barbaric routes with the Jade to restart a cycle of pain and war...

Well, he simply drank more of his cup after that. He didn't seem very pleased.

He told her that he hoped that she could follow his example, and tell others of her village to start improving it, alongside other areas of the Nekomatus. He didn't force her, but instead, he simply told her about the outside world beyond the barrier. How it is like, the sorts of things they could have, things such as 'movies', 'cars', and other things that likely seemed impossible but made sense the way he phrased them.

After he was done trying to convince her, he simply smiled, gave her a hug, (still Oca, It seems) and hoped that soon, she and others of her race would grow strong.

With that, Oca would travel the Nekomatus disguised, whispering thoughts of growth and other ideas like that to other Shrine Maidens in a less direct way, (and visit Komeiji rather frequently privately, although never doing anything weird aside from just talking to her) and overall try and get the idea of growth into their lazy heads, although not violently so. He didn't try and do it all in one night, after all. Small communities work best, principally if it's to fight against Youkai.

Komeiji...Actually wouldn't have such a big role. She wouldn't be a grand priestess. Simply someone Oca would visit, talk to, ask a few questions while being friendly, and move on. Although, whether or not a friendship came from them was up to the young cat girl.

Over the course of the remaining time of this cycle, Ocaeril hoped his small act could make at least a small difference.

 

[Gravitys Momentum]

Farmer Joe: Combat Action

He'll grow out his limbs to large, long wooden stakes and launch them at Kura to go stabby stabby.

 

[Stikes]

Farmer Joe: Combat Action

He'll grow out his limbs to large, long wooden stakes and launch them at Kura to go stabby stabby.

Kurantse attempts to dodge around the projectiles, then manifests a portal to his planet behind Joe. He darts forward, hoping to shove him in.

 

[Space Buddha]

PVP:

Stikes | Gravitys Momentum

JOE
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KURANTSE
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Joe's arm-spikes manage to take Kura in the side as he attempts to dodge, just barely making contact but being enough to do some moderate damage. As Kura attempts to retaliate by shoving Joe into the portal, somehow, through an act of divinity beyond Ocaeril, he trips on one of the gnarled roots remaining of the various trees that were blown apart by shells on the battlefield, leaving him still here, but still injured.
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[Gravitys Momentum]

Farmer Joe: Combat Action

Form big hammers with the wooden arms and pummel at Kura.

 

[Stikes]

"You're really -" he swings up to bat away the hammer-hands with a burst of force "- blowin' this out of proportion!"

 

[Space Buddha]

PVP:

Stikes | Gravitys Momentum

JOE
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KURANTSE
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Kura flawlessly deflects the strike. Doing so inflicts no harm to Joe, however it leaves him wide open and in a somewhat compromising position, any attack done now would likely inflict a lot of damage should it connect.
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[Gravitys Momentum]

Farmer Joe: Combat Action

"This is why I hate alliances." Sharpen the hands to javelins and go piercing.

 

[KolastoRPN]

Helsa Fluff Action/Return to Arqa

Helsa was extremely bored. Her hangover still hadn't dissipated, and the fact that it hadn't was leaving her very irritated. She wanted something to do, just to waste some time while it recovered.

A blurry thought came to her head just then, a memory of something a while ago. A city.

Oh yeah, Arqa. Forgot about that place.

...

I'm gonna regret this, but meh.

Helsa stumbled to her feet, before starting to corrupt the coding of reality to send her to the safe place in Arqa that Tabbris showed her.

It was a garden courtyard, right? Yeah, that's it.

With that, she corrupted reality's code once more, before appearing in that garden in Arqa in a flash of emerald light.

Selee-01

 

[The Void Ever Watching]

• The Writhing Cosmos(Nyarlathotep & Yog) Action 1
• Falling Stars of the Cosmos(Yog) Action 1
• Giant of Carcossa(Hastur) Action 2"
• Tzardom of the Frozen North(Misc) Action 3"

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  Within the Jade Empire, the Newest Emperor introduced the Imperial Court of his newly wedded wife. The daughter of a famous and favored military general of the previous Emperor, named Ahmya Amaterasu(Heaven's Shining Black Rain). Who was a relatively famous priestess due to her close connections of the supernatural, and thus was an ideal Miko to voice religious ongoings even from a young age. Which was due to her enchanting voice coming from her eloquent speech, and how the occasional mist or other phenomenon occurred around her. Thus the people grew to trust and love(idolize) her, despite rumors of her unnatural heritage though such words quickly disappeared within the uncaring night.
  
  Her hand in marriage with the Emperor's heir(the currently reigning Emperor) relatively late in their childhood. Though, the pair quickly grew passionate, especially during times when they dueled intellectually, or the rare occasion of playing 'chase'. Where one of the two sought out the other within the palace to have 'fun', and Ahmya always seemed to have the upper hand in these games. As the Emperor would see her move down a corridor only for her to suddenly disappear, or his mind would get foggy concerning the chase's events, glancing over them.
  
  Regardless, in the present day, the Wife of the Emperor often spoke to him about the Celestial Court, the Kami that appeared within her dreams. They were beings of the supernatural and inhabited various parts of nature, expressing awe-inspiring power over mankind. That included the absent Assyrian supposedly having returned to the Court, the apparent arrival of Ocaeril, and numerous other lesser worshiped beings. Alongside noting Kami as being the source of the Divine Mandate, that seemed to be teetering in the balance with civil unrest currently.
  
  One Day, she handed her Husband a pendent that held within it an orb of unsettling color that seemed to endlessly fractal. She told him that if he were to sleep with the pendant around his neck. He would be visited in his dreams by the everpresent lord of the Celestial Heaven. Upon doing so, on a moonless night while the stars shine bright and seemingly centered on the palace, he awoke within a field of vast fog accompanied by the sounds of dripping water. Then emerging from the 'water' came a regal-looking man of foreign garb that held eight orbs on a silk sash. The Man's eyes were full of stars and when he spoke the hazy sky of the dream trembled with sounds of inhumane flutes and mantic drumming. The Man, no Kami showed the young Emperor of a prophecy that the tears of the heavens shall fall upon the world, and in exchange for spreading the worship of the Kami. His people would be better prepared for the consequence, and enable the Emperor to better unify his people.
  Upon waking from this mysterious dream, he awoke next to his Wife comforting him from the harrowing nightmare. Whereupon his mind seemed to fade away, at ease within the bosom of his love not minding the shadows lengthening, and enacted policy changes to introduce a variety of rituals or festivals to placate the spirits controlling phenomena. Bringing the Cosmos from above and tieing it with the people of the region via their practices that brought both blessings and curses if invoked. Then on the promised day, on the birth of their third son, the day the southern star(Fomalhaut) burned hot in indignation, upon witnessing this birth during its reign of the heavens. The heavens sook as what seemed to be great flames spread throughout the sky, burning the heavens, and knocked loose countless stars with its rage.
  (TLDR: Introduced the Jae Emp's wife, and Emp's experienced a prophetic dream after wearing a gifted pendant. Also has some subtle mindfucking applied to the Emps. The Nine Children shall be told in OOC, or later edited into this post if time permits.)
  
  Spoiler: The Maiden of the Foggy Heavens.

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  Stars(Eyes) were falling, brought lose from their placement of nested space(flesh) bubbling and burning the sky with trails of unfathomable hues that skimmed the texture of reality, consuming unbound souls. As the Stars descended as luminous orbs of blinding light, they left a putrid smell with great ashen clouds, and the Stars crystallized slowly with eldritch energies. As they smashed through even the strongest of barriers or separations to take root. The Land and Seas shook in their passing and landing, even the mountains were bored by the hardened Stars as parts of the heaven burrowed into the World. Whereupon the countless stars unfurled letting the twisting torrents of starlight unfold like ethereal flowers. The roots of immaterial infesting the fertile material soil corrupting it by weaving formerly celestial 'Winds' and supplanting its domain with its growth. The 'Flowers' seed was connected to the Sea of Aether, akin to a gateway to unending water, and thus combined with the "Winds' innately being drawn their growth was inevitable, albeit gradual.
  
  As from within this newly defined boundary of these "Flowers" arose malign intelligence forged from gorged upon souls, part's of daemons unable to cross but tried anyway their essence absorbed, and born from the collective minds of the beings surrounding it. The newly born beings that arose from a Star's corpse flower were animalistic and instinctive in their constructions of Dungeons, Labyrinths made from ideas, nightmares, and dreams given actualization. Many would theme themselves based around the area they landed. Those by the mountain homes or places of great artifice machinery would, of course, be full of advanced clockwork that drove men made in attempts to understand wholesale, much less replicate their eldritch construction. Some left in places with vast numbers of dead, necromantic activity, or the lucky few to contract with the Dungeon's Mind would become tombs of undeath personified. Other's like in the frozen north of the world came to resemble vast fortresses or ancient temples devoted to the Cosmos. While those in the Sea either sunk into the depths, rose to the surface to construct artificial islands sometimes with mounds of broken ships, or drifted to the shorelines of other lines to build their tidal homes.
  
  These "Cores" of the 'Flowers' had absurd magical potential, given they were attractive pools and gateways for the forces of magic. The Creatures and Beings that inhabit these Dungeon's come about two ways. They are either contracted, enslaved, or bound into the Dungeon's service, or are artificially made sometimes by other inhabitants, by magic they make manifest like Daemons, or are grown inside of its walls imbued with it. Sometimes Creatures from outside the Dungeon, like a Dragon, Beholders, Aboleths, or even powerful Casters such as Lich's, can make contracts with the Dungeon to be a 'Boss' or notable inhabitant of it. Some may even be lucky enough to find a young Dungeon, and make a more favorable contract in order to become it's 'Master'. That way you can direct the growth of the labyrinth, and ensure you can benefit from it in some fashion more directly. Though, finding a newborn Dungeon is rare given it takes around from a hundred years to several to produce another 'Seed' to be shot outward.
  
  How these Core's grow beyond passively gathering magic, is by having outside entities enter it and feeding off of their exertion. Alongside consuming their soul if they die, and are not instead bound to the Core's service to join it's legion. Which talking about a Dungeon's military capacity is that it constantly grows from either the creatures it creates or bind, and when not enough outsiders enter to state it's growth. The Core sends out an army of minions to consume the outside world, particularly it's people. Luckily, for Dungeon's closer to urban centers, or those that become centers, the allure of a Dungeon's given riches, magical artifacts, and numerous resources that it generates drive people inward. Another fascinating note is that when a Dungeon connects to the territory of another Core, one of two things will occur. They will either partner up forming a network to share resources, ideas, and so on, or alternatively wage war on one another using their minions to consume the other Core. These wars can often last for years, perhaps hundreds for the largest and oldest of Dungeons, as they were seasoned for war by their numerous experiences.
  
  (TLDR: Stars, Eyes of the Cosmos, fell and produced 'Flowers' that in turn created a space for an intelligence. They gain more energy to expand by passively drawing the Winds from both the World and from the Warp, from consuming unbound Souls, and feed off of their life-force via exhaustion. Thus, Dungeon's are built to be grinders of people either drawing them to the depths of despair, corrupting them, or dying of exhaustion if one is not careful. They passively draw beings to themselves, either to their service or as fuel to its growth. Which is further sustained by the materials and often artifacts or magical items lurking within. And if none arrive the Dungeon will create a force to harvest from outside the Dungeon to feed.)
  
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  Beneath the lake of Hali, the horrific work designed by Hastur set forth hundreds of years ago was bound to its completion. As from within the vast misty lake, a ginormous hand gripped at the fungal-root infested soil, and another rose upward from the seeming abyss of mist. That pulled away at the land as the head breached the surface, a four-eyed thing, that was covered in chitin and flexible fibers of plant or fungi. That 'helmet' had countless bumpy growths and in the shadows of such pits, sphincters like those across its body lead inside the bundle of tissues. While it tapered off the sides of its face, forming a guard of sorts for its mouth. That had only its incisors visible, human yet not, fangs that could rip other great beasts so that blood may drip onto its torso. Which towered over the landscape, even making the impossibly large towers of Carcossa seem small to it, a sea of lichen and vines coated it, trailing to the ground. The smell of ozone filled the air, as streaks of green lighting emanated from within its muscles, and twin dark stars that long ago fell, the twin hearts of Carcosa, embedded in it's breast.
  
  It was formed by Hastur, King of Yellow, and constructed utilizing the hope's and dreams of Grand Champion by the Will of Carcossa's eternally feasting or feasted upon population. It's form a giant regal knight( yet animalistic) constructed from dull chitin, of luminous redbone, muscles made from dark flesh and fibers tinting it a sickly yellow, seas of lichen and vines connecting it to the land. While veins the size of entire cars pumped eldritch blood through countless hearts, that were fed by the Dark Stars of Carcossa. As the sky broke by fury's fire of an enraged flame, Carcossa's giant saw the pricks of lights that were the Stars for the first time. They were failing toward the mundane earth, and it ran fourth. leaving a trail of countless vines, accompanied by the insects that patroled it's many orifices and innards. It's arm split open revealing a vast sea of redbone, that poped forth as newly born flesh soon replaced it. It was a Spear, based upon a memory from long ago, the sharp edge long and wide with its barbs, and thought to be a sister Spear. This was naught but a reiteration of it, and as it was cooled by murky blood of the Giant, the Stars were almost upon Carcosaa. It's continued motion granting it even greater leverage for the throw, as the foul lighting was transformed, a series of chaotic fields pushed it even harder into the sky, breaking the ears of countless.
  
  This Spear was something that designed to be a Weapon that guaranteed Victory, the death of the opponent. It was to be a Spear that befits the Owner, a tool of elegance and equally of brutality as nature's creatures. It warped causality upon activation, once 'thrust', a formality, it shall pierce the core(belly) of its target and ruin it with its thousands of extending barbs. Instead of the Spear being thrust(cause), the core is pierced(effect). The Spear instead has the 'thurst' of the weapon be caused by the piercing of the target. As a number of Stars headed to crash into Carcossa were destroyed, a forest of redbones piercing them all. Whereupon it returned, flipped through the air after destroying the fabric of space-time for but a singular moment absorbing a portion of the great cloud of 'Flowers', crashing into the Giant Champion's back. It pierced the Core of the Giant, sprouting its countless barbs into and out of its flesh, but soon the pulled bone was reclaimed. As the Dark Twin Stars feasted, restoring the Giant's flesh and ending the temporary crucifixion of a decade, leaving the river formed of it's blood. While the Giant moved forth, great vines and countless spores coming off of it, spreading the domain of Carcossa and announcing it's regional supremacy.
  
  (TLDR: Carcossa's Champion is Eva Expy with a Gae Bolg Spear. It stopped the Stars from falling onto Carcossa and maybe the surrounding area if you're feeling generous. Otherwise, it is spreading Carcossa's ecosystem on mass with its presence after being powered by the Stars with the Spear of its Bone.)
  
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  Meanwhile, in the Frozen North-East of the World, the Servants of the Howler and numerous foul Gods, the Vikings chanted in soul sickening hymns. While the six Flute and Drum playing Servitors, bound to the flesh that was bound by the initial meteor, kept up the numerous eldritch blizzards the land altering subtly in their passing. Their Master on this plane, the Crawling Chaos, provided vocals of shrieks and howls that Shamans of the various Enclaves of the region sought out. As they listened for the secrets man was not to know, and they were among the first to know of the coming flame that would burn the heavens, with the seeds that would bloom as they planted. While space(flesh) above heals, and 'Flowers' bloom below. Who shall be the first to encounter the roots of these seeds?
  
  That would be one of the Chosen, a Huskarr, that emerged from the chaotic sea of the Warp and participated in the decimation of the Western Empire. His name, that was lost to the Winds of his service to foul gods, but he had given himself a new name despite the fading memories of old. It was Kydaran(meaning Harsh-Blow), the Lighting Gouger, Champion of the Old God, Juk-Shabb, his with bestowed lighting that could supposedly control the future. But, nevertheless, this age-old champion fueled champion was sustained by the carnage brought to the world, and upon one of the countless expeditions on stolen iron ships of replicated foreign designs, 'blessed'(read Daemon infused) by Shamans.
  
  He and his crew came across a gleaming tower of ice, with obsidian monoliths rising from it. The opening was akin to a maw, with gates of iron, teeth bared but it raised upon the travelers getting closer. As Alien words and feelings were coming from this seemingly forgotten temple, and the Warband of Kydaran entered, not to be seen for thirty years. After which they emerge changed further within the timeless depths of this Unholy Dungeon, and Kydaran was heavily mutated to the point where lesser Champions would turn into puddles of writhing flesh. His skin hued like the frost coating the trees on a midwinter day, his ivory tusks pushed to beside his head now emanating from his back and could stretch outward to impale his enemies, the armor he wore was broken, absorbed into his very bones and skin, his head little more than a sharp maw to consume his prey and bellow out orders to his people. The lightning of Juk-Shabb pulsed through him, endlessly attracting the Azyr wind to the Exalted Chaos Sorcerer, whose golden ax served duel fold as his staff to draw further lighting. While also serving to channel the power of his Patron, whom he serves through the intermediary of the Howler.
  
  He would return the lands of the Huskrr, enacting a brutal military campaign full of bloodshed and betrayal, to unite them beneath one banner as the Tzardom of Huskrria. As the newly crowned Tzar found a 'young' Dungeon, a seed that struggled to take root. While it's competitors slowly killed its rapid growth by their taking of its main source of growth, the Winds that fall from the Stars. It would serve as the center of the nation's palace, built with the finest stones and constructed with the strong abundant metals that inhabited the many mountains. While arcane and religious artifacts would be gathered within the chambers of the Tzar's castle. Numerous champions were felled or forced to swear loyalty to the Tzar, and begun trade with the formerly Godless inhabits of Frozen South. As they too had encountered the dungeons, and without any mainstay religious presence they were quickly overrun by the Cosmos's influence. Though they had naught the arcane nor spiritual experience of the Northerners, and the Southerners had advanced technology that the North had yet to dream of. Thus, they entered a pact, one where religious, cultural goods and services(like sending Shamans or Sorcerers) were traded in exchange for convoys of advanced goods, protected by their advanced weaponry.
  
  (TLDR: A new named Champion of Cosmos has united Huskrria, after emerging from a Dungeon thirty years later, and has 'tamed' a slowly growing Dungeon core, by building his Palace atop it. He has also killed a great number of competitors, or has forced them into submission. The Tzardom has begun to trade and have relations to the Southern Eldritch Abominations, though the common avenue of the Cosmos. Which spread like memetic wildfire without any strong religious nor spiritual resistance. Thus, making them the equivalent of the Dark Mechanicum, or Chaos Dawi.)
  
  Spoiler: The Champion

  

 

[Selee-01]

Helsa Fluff Action/Return to Arqa

Helsa was extremely bored. Her hangover still hadn't dissipated, and the fact that it hadn't was leaving her very irritated. She wanted something to do, just to waste some time while it recovered.

A blurry thought came to her head just then, a memory of something a while ago. A city.

Oh yeah, Arqa. Forgot about that place.

...

I'm gonna regret this, but meh.

Helsa stumbled to her feet, before starting to corrupt the coding of reality to send her to the safe place in Arqa that Tabbris showed her.

It was a garden courtyard, right? Yeah, that's it.

With that, she corrupted reality's code once more, before appearing in that garden in Arqa in a flash of emerald light.

Selee-01

The garden seems to be empty. In the sky, black and white lightning cracks and writhes with unnatural intensity. It seems to be centered on the center of the city.

 

[KolastoRPN]

Helsa Arqa Post

The garden seems to be empty. In the sky, black and white lightning cracks and writhes with unnatural intensity. It seems to be centered on the center of the city.

"...whut tha hell iz goin on?" She slurred. Agh, vocal chords are numb. I didn't even think that was possible.

Anyway, time to do something probably stupid.

"OY! TABBRIS! Ar ya here, mask guy!?" She shouted at the top of her lungs...and promptly regretted it, from a sudden headache caused by the noise.

 

[Selee-01]

Helsa Arqa Post



"...whut tha hell iz goin on?" She slurred. Agh, vocal chords are numb. I didn't even think that was possible.

Anyway, time to do something probably stupid.

"OY! TABBRIS! Ar ya here, mask guy!?" She shouted at the top of her lungs...and promptly regretted it, from a sudden headache caused by the noise.

There is no response. Another crack of lightning, and a blast of void-cold darkness washes over the city. Then, a keening like cut glass against metal pierced her ears.

 

[KolastoRPN]

Helsa Arqa Post

There is no response. Another crack of lightning, and a blast of void-cold darkness washes over the city. Then, a keening like cut glass against metal pierced her ears.

Huh. No sign of Tabbris, ominous sky, literal blasts of darkness, and nightmarish scream that seems to be getting closer.

...this might have been a mistake. Helsa says, her tendrils writhing in preparation for battle, eyes darting everywhere. Corruptive energy gathers within her hands, crackling with power.

 

[Selee-01]

Helsa Arqa Post



Huh. No sign of Tabbris, ominous sky, literal blasts of darkness, and nightmarish scream that seems to be getting closer.

...this might have been a mistake. Helsa says, her tendrils writhing in preparation for battle, eyes darting everywhere. Corruptive energy gathers within her hands, crackling with power.

In the distance, a building seems to melt. Then it reforms, a hideous shape of warped geometry and clinging mist. It shambles towards the center of the city, in the direction of the next plateau (the next level atop it).

 

[KolastoRPN]

Helsa Arqa Post

In the distance, a building seems to melt. Then it reforms, a hideous shape of warped geometry and clinging mist. It shambles towards the center of the city, in the direction of the next plateau (the next level atop it).

What. Helsa's mind deadpans, simply watching the giant building monster stumble it's way over to the higher plateau.

How is that even-you know what? I don't care. I'm going to go find Tabbris, and that building monster is the only recent thing that's happened since I got here. Therefore, Tabbris.

And then Helsa went after the building monster.

 

[Revan4221]

Arceus Actions 1-3

Arceus has finally finished his newest project. The Mind Plate floats around him as he goes over his plans. With the Mind Plate he has access over psychic powers and can disconnect them from that abyss thing. In style of like the Psychic Type Pokemon these Psychics will be capable of powers such as, teleportation, transmutation, telekinesis, telepathy, offensive psychic abilities, divination, and so much more.

Deciding the time is now he uses his power of creation with the Mind Plate and begins the psychic awakening. All over the world some people of any race can now be born with psychic powers completely separate from the Wretched Abyss(IE Withering Cosmos) and will act almost entirely like that of the Psychic types.

With that out of the way he then creates something else. Palkia and Dialga need assistance in their endeavors and as such he crested two new mythical pokemon.

First of which is Celebi, a Fairy like pokemon that will able to travel through time and exist simultaneously throughout time, and plant life flourishes wherever it has been. With powers of plant life and also psychic powers they can heal others and if in need to fight and assume a massive titan of plant matter that will compensate for their normally smaller form. As assistants of Dialga and guardians of time they will be tasked with seeking out Temporal anomalies and fixing them while Dialga can handle the bigger problems.

The second one is going to be Hoopa, similiar to Celebi they will be able to travel through dimensions with Rings or Hoops that can go to any dimension or location. However unlike Celebi they will have a stronger form, a massive unbound form that can bend dimensions that they will be able to go into in the event they need to fight. Being assistants of Palkia they will go out and fix Spacial anomalies and fixing them while Palkia can handle bigger problems just like Celebi.

Lastly Arceus has something else to do. With all the ghosts around he needs to handle them so with his power he creates a new realm a sort of waiting room that will naturally draw in stray ghosts or spirts (not Ghost Types) in for them to wait until a God claims them and guides them to their afterlife or if they aren’t claimed they will just reincarnate into a new form. He does rig it slightly however in that their is a greater chance for them to ”reincarnate“ into a ghost type Pokémon however.

 

[Stikes]

Farmer Joe: Combat Action

"This is why I hate alliances." Sharpen the hands to javelins and go piercing.

"You're just a sore loser."

As the farmer god came in, Kura opened a portal to his planet - half shield, half trap. Hopefully, Joe would fall in.

 

[Space Buddha]

PVP:

Stikes | Gravitys Momentum

JOE
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KURANTSE
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Joe strikes Kura with his javelines, successfully managing to get off a good bit of damage but opening himself to be shoved into the portal. However, the portal does not lead to Kura's planet as one would expect, rather to the hall of gods. Joe is, however, again open for another shot with that portal, which would not technically count as an attack, even in the neutral zone.

(DON'T REPLY UNTIL THE GM POST)
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[Space Buddha]

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Dawn of the New Year: 1450




Somewhere in eastern Zhailving, away from the front lines and the constant sirens and battering of shells on the earth, an old man sat in his office, occasionally taking a swig from a bottle containing something chemically identical to rocket fuel and awaiting that familiar ‘Ding’ of the bell, indicating his secretary had sent him up a client. He was an old man now, long past his prime and ready to retire, though he would never admit such a thing, for a man in Zhailving never retires, at least not anymore. He works, and then works some more, and then eventually dies, or so he always thought. This case, however, would prove stranger than most as a knock on the door precedes the entrance of a woman, not your typical dame either, judging by the flowing black robes and ceremonial dagger at her hip, as well as the long mask and silver headgear she wore under her already face-concealing hood. The detective looked her up and down as she simply took a seat in front of his desk, not bothering to really consider why one would arrive in full occultic regalia given how such wasn’t a rare sight, what with the war seeming to unleash hell itself on the world. He couldn’t tell her race given the mask, though her lithe figure would suggest an Exodite. He would speak softly to her, trying to look her in the eye but just seeing the brim of her hood.

“May I help you, miss?”

She spoke, though her face remained concealed and her voice seemed strangely panicked for one who just marched into a detective agency looking like they had just sacrificed a puppy to Helsa.

“Y-Yes in fact. I’m looking for information on a number of missing persons, and I was hoping you could help me with that.”

The detective poured a glass of basement booze and slid it across the desk to the cultist, leaning back and putting his feet up.

“I sure can but I’ll need to know who, or what I’m looking for.”

She produces a photograph, a black and white image of an exodite in a similar robe to her own.

“Another of my order, by the name of Denver Weishaupt, we last knew of him to be investigating that cult of fishermen.”

“What, you mean those clerics? The one who the angels’a the world itself will bend the knee to? How could they’a dunnit? They even take oaths to do no harm for Kurantse’s sake! Besides, they are too busy with the plagues hitting the coast to worry about some fool diggin’ up dirt on ‘em, what with keeping quarantine going and makin’ sure some bloated fool don’t go huggin’ people in the cities.”

“I know not how, though those strange beings of light they bind to this world are not of their order, and follow none of our laws. It is said they speak to kings and emperors, ruling our world from the shadows.”

The detective nodded, starting to get this dame’s schtick.

“Ah I get it, you’re wunna those ‘transmundanist’ freaks. I don’t think your man was taken as part of a global conspiracy ma’am, if this guy was rootin’ through trash in a fishin’ village in the dead’a night he probably just got nabbed by a False Dagonite, thems be hungrier than usual, you know. ‘Specially since they started throwin’ up bodies to the surface and attacking the biome. Luckly they ain’t that bad down there, there may be a lot but they ain’t much compared to what the biome’s packin’. Foglands ain't so lucky though, somethin' like'a makoid ghost nabbed the king, some 'serpent lord' who s'posedly never dies, ain't been seen for years now.”

Spoiler: ”Translation”

The angels exist now, and are often summoned by children of the sea and similar cleric orders, they are also suspected by some to secretly be ruling the world, though this is a fringe belief. Makoids have also been becoming increasingly aggressive, launching all-out attacks against the biome, but not having much luck in that area. The Fungal ninjas have also apprehended Solid Snake.

“Do not call me a freak, sir, and most definitely do not call a makoid a false dagonite, they are very, very different things now.”

The detective raised an eyebrow.

“Oh really? How so?”

“They are called makoids now, tainted by the goddess of evil herself to have heightened intelligence and power, and now wage a war across the deep against the true Dagonites. They battle the dark lord Cthulhu and the great ones of the underdark who aid him with their immense numbers, and cast those they strike down to the surface. The fighting we have seen on the surface and in shallow waters speak nothing of the horrors to come. Besides, he never personally ventured to the holdings of the cult, no makoid would have ever been in arms-length of him.”

“...Right… anyway! So, was he into anything a bit more strange? Being in your order he must have crossed paths with a few unsavory characters.”

“Indeed, though his strangest encounter was in the isles of the menehune. Partaking in their culture he donned a hat of their own make. And it came to life. We assumed him to be bewitched, perhaps there is a connection?”

The detective chuckles at this.

“Ah, not a thing, apparently some the eastern fae migrated into the central sea some years ago, hats comin’ta life is completely natural in those parts, nothing to worry ‘bout.”

“Indeed it is, for those that left their realm did so out of disdain for the nine-tailed tyrant who rules it now, a godlike being with-”

“Look can you stop that? The conspiracy theories are getting old.”

Spoiler: ”Translation”

The makoids were transformed into what they are now by Helsa, and have retaliated against Cthulhu and the deep ones with their now enhanced forms. Currently they have turned the tide of the war in their favor, and despite the aid of the aboleths slowing their expansion considerably, their physiology limits them to the deep sea and thus the makoids are uncontested in shallow waters. Additionally, a small number of yokai may have fled the yokai realm after Ocaeril’s conquest of it, choosing instead to reside on eastern islands without any presence of the Jade Empire.

She looks at the ground, muttering an apology.

“Now, aside from the possibility of having been eaten by his hat, we must look into other avenues of investigation, unless you know the whereabouts of said hat.”

“I do not, sir. It was lost along with him.”

“Then the hat may have gone into hiding or been an additional victim, though I wonder… Who would kill a hat… aha!”

“What is it?”

“The empire of course! Since the great revolution they’ll chop the heads off any fool who catches himself displeasin’ rulers there, hat and all! Parta’ the reason we went to war in the first place!”

“The… great revolution? I can’t say I’ve heard of it.”

The detective did a literal spit-take, covering the young woman’s robes in alcoholic beverage and causing his own glasses to fall to his desk. He hastily puts them back on, apologizing to the cultist now coated in the substance, offering her a towel and taking care not to recall any wet tunic contests as he spoke once more.

“Have you been livin’ under a rock? Neva’ heard of the revolution? The thing that led us to be fightin’ this damn war right now?”

“Can’t say I have.”

The detective, a nationalist as always, took a pause from his discussion of a missing person to tell her some rather important world history, of course through the lense of a Zhailving inhabitant.

“Well here’s how it is. Used to, Empire up north was ruled by some Church, and used to be allies of our nation. The clergy had all but driven out the nobility, with them and the workers ruling the whole state. Compare it all’ya want to the Leninites and their heresy but it worked for them, that is ‘til one of the old nobles stumbled across some kinda’ ancient site, probably built by the exarchs back in their hayday given the lake’a rotted corpses around it. Thing was booby trapped to hell though, but the man had a way ‘round that. He probably flew up there on one of those fancy aeroplanes, that or took up one of those blasted flyin’ bees. Either way he got up there and was offered a wish by some old dark god, took it and wished for an end to the clergy’s rule’a the empire. Man got his wish and way more, workers rose up and slaughtered the priests, nobles too, then when those ran out them started slaughterin’ eachother. People called it the reign’a terror, but’a bit’ve a stretch, nothin’ really changed out sidea’ the cities, villages still got their priests’n the faith’a farmin’ remain strong, they still gettin’ taxed to hell’n back though since some crazy dictator ran the country to the ground ‘til makin’ the mistake’a executing some of our ambassadors. Last mistake he ever made! Hah! So anyway we launched the first strike, things were goin’ real well ‘till those nutters from the south with all that weather magic started goin’ at their neighbors, didn’t have the money to fight’em down there so we left ‘em alone, then they invaded! Now we stuck fightin’ a war on two fronts with a bunch’a backward hicks’n their old god’sa shit’n piss or whatever. Now we on the brink, but empire’s all but gone from the north, folks in the villages east’a the mountains left ta’ rebuild. Colonies takin’ the chance to rebel too, Huskarra’s free for the first time since the war’a the tusk and rumor has it they’ve made an empire’a their own, if you can call them savages an empire, though it said they been talkin’ with those things’n the south, I ain’t sure what lives on the ice down there but it ain’t good. The Naga finally got a land to call their own too, and we got the empires’ c lands’ta the north now, but war ain’t over yet! To the east they still lobbin’ shells at us and those folks south’a here’n their demigods or whatever they be called still gettin’ uppity, we gonna win though, mark my words ‘least so long as another meteor don’t hit the front lines n’ call up all sorts’a monsters..”

“Uhm, regarding one bit of that, and forgive me if I am wrong, though that execution of the ambassador was faked by your government, was it not? I believe they simply killed two of their ambassadors as a prelude to invade a divided land.”

The detective glared at her, giving her only partial leeway on the fact that she was part of a conspiracy cult. On anyone else, he would have called them in for treason.

“That’s treasonous talk there…”

Spoiler: ”Translation”

Due to an extremely unfortunate chain of events, involving a noble wishing upon Baldur’s monkey’s paw-esque tower for the downfall of the clergy, a french revolution-style uprising occurred in the Empire, largely effecting the cities but also plunging the rest of the country into economic crisis. A reign of terror soon followed, with worship of joe being replaced in areas controlled by the new ruling class with a “Cult of Reason” and effectively executing the entire previous ruling class. Joe’s teachings were preserved in rural areas, but matters turned worse when colonies such as Huskarra started revolting, huskarra forming the tsardom and the Naga finally having something good happen to them as their island is freed. Presumably, Helsa’s artifact was partially to blame for the insanity of the new rulers, and Zhailving used the instability of the empire to launch an invasion. They were winning this war up until Andy’s kingdom to the south began it’s expansion. The war is currently ongoing, but the entirety of the west is effectively bombing itself back into the stone age. Airplanes were invented, and the Huskarr have forged an alliance with the Glorious Republic of Club Penguin on the southern ice sheet. The northern mainland territories of the empire have been annexed, though the ones east of the mountains are fine, being the main metropolitan center of the nation. Otherwise, borders have not shifted much save for kingdoms like Larion and other misc city states losing some territory to Andy’s kingdom. Zhailving is currently managing to sustain its war effort.

“Apologies, sir, I’ve had some trouble sleeping as of late.”

“Lemme guess, dream demons? Big black blobs suckin’ on’ya brain or some shit like that? Don’t tell me ma but those things’re real, one’s supposedly able to even come into the real world’n pull’ya into your dreams, kill’ya for real. They call ‘im Astaroth, but I call’im freddy, seems fitting.”

The detective’s drunkenness was beginning to show, and the conspiracist seemed confused.

“No… I simply have had a haunting at my home as of late, the wailing has kept me up.”

“I feel’ya there, I say since the last Day’a the dead I feel them things be gettin’ more’n more common. Back in my day You’d see one’r two now’n then, ‘course on the day itself all hell broke loose, lit’rally! Hah!”

As the man’s drunkenness became ever-more apparent, the cultist’s interest was sparked regarding his experience.

“You witnessed the first Day of the Dead?”

“Eyyyup! Was workin’ a case up north when the sky tore open’n those things started pourin’ out, watched some poor bloke get possessed while those things went screaming ‘bout some centuries in the abyss. I picked up a hitchhiker me’self once, damn buggers real pests whisperin’ to ya’ ‘bout all their unfinished business, but I guess that’s all just a fact’a life now, never wanted’ta pay some wizard, I don’t trust’em, and I sure as hell ain’t goin anywhere near’a dungeon, even if they s’posedly scare off ghosts, ain’t sure why but my folks say their ghosts got gone just from standin’ at the gates’a one. Not worth’it though if you ask me, ghosts tend’ta just vanish on their own after’a while for whatever reason, though you’ll sometimes see’em again changed, weird balls’a gas or mask’totin beasties in Azran. ‘Not that I care, I don’t mind the company.”

A small, ghostly hand emerges from his ear, giving a thumbs up as the cultist presumably blinks behind her face-concealing plague doctor mask coated in tin foil.

Spoiler: ”Translation”

Freddy Kruger exists in the form of Astaroth, as well as a multitude of other dream-demons capable of haunting humans and other races in their sleep. The destruction of Zyr’s afterlife marked the “Day of the Dead”, when millions of ghosts came to ocaeril. They tend to vanish on their own after a while due to arceus’s waiting room, or end up getting taken by a dungeon, but a huge number are still out there, and are mostly either hitching a ride on a human in a vein similar to a Body Thetan or Solar Plexus Clown Glider, or have been reborn into the form of ghost type pokemon. Despite their decreasing number, they are still incredibly common, though will likely be gone on the whole by next turn or the next. The day of the dead, however, remains an annual holiday, similar to the traditional holiday in mexico.

“Anyway, *hic*, where was’ya boy last seen?”

“He had chartered a ship sailing from the empire to Angel Island, My order knows its inhabitants to be the smokescreen of a sinister extradimensional force.”

“Ah don’t believe that crap, I’ve seen ‘em before and they ain’t the brightest bunch, everyone’s pointin’ to those wonky-ass sticks they carry ‘round and something ‘bout a portal on that island what looks like a face, but I tell ‘ya it’s all baloney.”

Spoiler: ”Translation”

The Nymphids may or may not have been brought to Ocaeril by Original, but either way, they have become an equivalent to how Roswell Greys are in reality. UFOlogists claim to see their spacecraft and people will claim to have been abducted and probed by them. They do not come in peace.

The cultist shook her head disapprovingly at this.

“If you cannot open your mind, then perhaps I should take my business elsewhere.”

She got up to walk away, and the Detective, admittedly desperate for work given the financial calamity befalling his nation, shot up and started doing what any sane man would do when faced with an insane one, prove that he is not, in fact, a sane man at all.

"Now hol’ up right there! I got an open mind! I believe’n loads’a stuff! Like, remember how all that drought what turned the scorpi lands’n the borders’a Carcosa into that godawful desert, ate a chunka’ the exodite lands’n the exarchi peninsula, and the eastern province here got dried out too? Then like, one day, a bunch’a oases ‘n rivers’n shit just filled back up?”

The cultist turned back around, her interest seemingly peaked.

“How could I forget such a glorious display of the unexplained.”

“And then when all those quakes hit? ‘N volcanoes eruptin’ in the great sea? Bringin’ up a whole new chunk’a land so damn rich in voidsteel? There’s so much’a the shit that the Gnomes up’n hopped on steamboats to settle the place, n’ the Revelry been wantin’ a piece too. Not to mention all the weird-ass creatures been showing up near those spots due to what scientists be callin’ ‘radiation’ or something like that. Now, hear me out one sec…”

The cultist seemed intrigued.

“I’m listening.”

“So, people were thinkin’ the gates’a hell itself opened up on the Day’a the Dead, but here’s what I think. Ghosts always speaka’ endless grey sands, constant stormin’ n’ massive towers when speakin’a hell, now, sound familiar?”

“Oh…”

“I’m thinkin the gates’a hell didn’t open on us, but hell itself came down ‘ere!”

The cultist practically swooned at this. The heat of the room and the glorious conspiracies unwravelling before her eyes and the ecstatic realization of the Storm Desert’s true nature, that of hell itself on earth, forced her to remove her mask and hood, revealing the face of a young-ish woman, though age is hard to tell with elves. Her porceline-doll appearance was only marred by intricate patterns that seemed practically burnt into her face and neck, as well as her hands now that attention was drawn to it. The mark of an Alien Abductee.

Spoiler: ”Translation”

When Ocaeril fused with Zyr, the environment of the planet shifted to reflect that. A desert continent appeared in the sea west of the west and east of the east, and areas of the environment were transformed into “Void Deserts”, resembling Zyr’s afterlife. Due to the interventions of Ocaeril and Tiamat, they were made slightly more habitable, with rivers and oases forming and edible plants forming in the area. The most prominent areas transformed were the holdings of the Scorpi, “Queen in Rags”, and the borders of Carcosa in the west, and the northern steppes in the east.

“A truly profound deduction of the truth, and though you spared the detail of the goddess breaking water in the sky to make the rivers, I am humbled, and intrigued…”

She returned to the chair, and the Detective smirked. This was not the first dame he had talked back into that chair by appealing to her bizarre interests, though this train of speculation did not end there.

“The associate of mine in question had ventured to that land before, the beings there are of a strange sort, not of flesh and with long memories. Perhaps he angered one of the natives of Azran in his journey there, maybe a native contracted the secret order of that land.”

“Desert assassins? Heard’a them, popped up right around when the new continent rose up’n there’s about a hundred unsolved murders with members as suspects. We’d’a bombed ‘em outta their hole a long time ago, if it wasn’t for, well…”

His sentence is punctuated by the perfectly timed explosion of a bomb, and the air raid siren following said explosion.

“Though they tend not’ta take contracts from anyone short’a those with’a mountain’a gold and tend just to kill at random, or for some weird plots for the world I guess. Lemme ask, was your friend over there involved in any sort’a politics or something like that? Maybe’a noble blood?”

Spoiler: ”Translation”

A notorious guild of assassins has taken up residence on the desert continent, conducting political assassinations for their own benefit and for the highest bidder. So far, no one has been able to do anything about them. The Novakin also inhabit the island, though their civilization is scattered and not recognized by the governments of the world.

She seemed to think it over for a second before answering.

“Of a sort… He, like me, was experimented on by extraterrestrials. His entire blood supply was dyed blue through some form of advanced medical procedure, and he was probed extensively. Though, I am unsure whether you could call the blood of such advanced beings noble…”

The detective took a long, slow drink from his bottle.

“Right… Uh, could the aliens’ve abducted him again?”

“Unlikely, the Inquitans seem only to take interest in developed areas, and his visits to such were brief in recent years, with all the time he spent in the Tritonic isles. Even after the destruction of the dungeon core Cygon at the hands of their champion, and the subsequent burial of his nest, the land is slow to recover.”

“Right, ‘ole ancient curse’n all that, damn fishmen can’t seem ta’ catch’a break.”

“Indeed, though they may have been spared a fate worse than what that curse brought to bare, did you hear of the outcome of that war in the east?”

“Eyyup, Some kinda magic the Titanians worked drove them ravin’ beasts mad, still did a number on the poor ‘ole island but ripped ‘emselves ‘part too. That ‘Jungle King’ ‘parrently went missin’ too, left’is kingdom a bunch’a savages once more from what those agents reported, they say the Kohonans iced ‘em, but I don’t believe a word’a it, the titanian never took credit and some kinda’ dryad said one’a his own took ‘im out.”

“A… dryad..?”

“Yeah some lassie with’a horn, she’s big in Titania last I heard, lovely singin’ bird that one.”

“I believe you mean singing lizard.”

“What?”

The cultist nodded in confirmation.

“Aliens such as herself disguise themselves as feminine nature spirits, but are in fact, shape-shifting reptiles, from the Zeta Inquitus system.”

The detective nodded, taking a swig from his bottle and sadly finding it to be empty.

Spoiler: ”Translation”

A dungeon core, by the name of Cygon, impacted the Tritonic isles and was destroyed by Abhi, marking the first rebirth of Cyognax. His dungeon was subsequently torn down and the remnants buried. On the other side of the world, Yharim disappeared, with his army turning on itself in Titania and being destroyed. The hedgehog tribe has once again been reduced to a savage state on their few remaining islands. All that stuff about aliens is dubiously canon.

“First think you’ve said what makes’a grain’a sense, women’re cold-blooded… But hang on, how can someone be from’a star? Stars’re just points’n the sky.”

The cultist glared at him, as any respect she had for the detective’s conspiratorial mind faded away..

“Hmph, I would have expected one such as yourself not to degrade yourself into believing that Ocaeril is the center of the universe, when in fact our world revolves around the sun, and that every star has its own planets and gods, and from the star Zeta Inquitus, the aliens come to our world.”

The detective looked suspicious, out of all of her ravings, this made the least sense to him.

“But we got like, pictcha’s’a the spheres’n all that, even sent’up’a weatha’ balloon and”

She suddenly slapped him in the face.

“Lies! All lies! Perpetrated by the Greatest Liars and the dark god they worship! The universe is heliocentric! They perpetrate this coverup to hide from us the great alien god who brings forth the invasion! Their machinations are evident all around us! You think a cult of thousands just forgot the last ten years of their lives on their own!? Men can bend spoons with their minds and speak to the dead, see the future and see things in space that could not possibly be seen as though it were an ordinary thing! Some can even snap their fingers and appear before you or convert one thing into another! We are the guinea pigs of mass-alien-experimentation! It is obvious!”

“I mean, really, I hate to be rude but there ain’t any planets but the ones’n the sky, and the amnesia was caused by whatever spell Zyr’s priests had their men under wearin’ off on the day’a the dead this has been sorta prove-”

“The stars themselves have fallen to the world and you disbelieve in the existence of alien life! The arrival of the alien fortresses are a prelude to invasion I tell you!”

“Were that shit an invasion it wasn’t the best I’ve seen, most’a the stars fell inta’ the sea, ‘few seem to’a crawled outn’ spoiled the beaches but buryin’ em in the sand ain’t to expensive, only folk really to suffer from them things were the sods in the south and whatever monsters livin’ at the bottom’a the sea nowadays. Certainly keeping MK&D in business though, them’s exarch-artifacts were startin’ to run dry then those things pop up, drillin’ takes time ‘n burnin the things out takes money, but it be well worth it. Revelry ‘n the pirate lords took a chance to with puttin’ the things six feet under, for a fee’a course, island folk what have to sacrifice some virgin each year’ll pay a handsome sum to get those things gone. None ended’ hittin’ that lost city near exarchaea, somethin’ boutta giant I heard, but who knows, might’a, some say that city been growin, though those fanatics ain’t appreciation’ it, called up a hurricane I heard to flood the whole place, or least tried to, didn’t do much damage I heard but slowed the monsta’s down. Course back to the stars, some folk like the helsans’ gone’n teamin’ up with the damn things, an’ I can’t say what the east been up to, save for that yokai ‘parrently work great for cullin’ the damn things and that some ‘ole rebellion went belly-up, somethin’ bout the mandate’a heaven being returned. Apparently the emperor been wed to some sort’a witch what saw the whole deal comin’, made’a point to placate the dungeons. No clue why, just bulldozin’ em seems to work better, hell since those damn cats in the east started gettin’ their shit together and openin’ up to trade they been climbin’ that barrier’a their’s and grabbin shit from the dungeons, ‘parrently its easy to steal from’em if ya’ can crawl through the floor. I’d never go into one though, I ain’t some guildsman or a monster hunter or some other fool what thinks he’a hero, folks like that be the ones who get sent to the front lines.”

Spoiler: ”Translation”

A few things are mentioned here, one is the followers of Zyr losing their memories after his death, returning them to the state of normal human beings but effectively leaving the west with an epidemic of amnesiacs, who have been mostly reintegrated into society though a few were beyond help, mainly the eldest of those who lost their memories, another is the sudden rise in prevalence of psionic abilities, common ones being minor telekinesis, mind reading, clairvoyance and other things people do in real life, and rarer ones including the ability to teleport, transmute matter or major forms of telekinesis. The big thing mentioned here is the Starfall.

The starfall’s effects were pretty numerous, and it was easily the biggest non-war-related event to take place this cycle. Due to the vastness of the sea, most fell into the ocean, either forming a series of ocean monuments or painstakingly crawling to the coasts or islands. In the case of Carcosa and Nekomatus, they were deflected or destroyed, with those on the latter island attaching themselves to the barrier and effectively becoming giant flying japanese-style castles of death that the nekos will sometimes raid for magical artifacts with dubious levels of success each time. In developed areas, Dungeons are often bombed, burned out and paved over, but in rural regions, villagers are often forced to offer sacrifices to them to placate them. Pirates have taken the opportunity to offer themselves up to destroy the dungeons, for the right price of course, and organizations such as MK&D, the heroes’ guild and hunter’s guild will actively delve into the dungeons, in the case of the latter two to destroy them, but in the case of the former two to harvest magical artifacts from the inside. Some nefarious groups like Helsa cults will actively bond with the dungeons and try to help them grow. The crusaders used weather magic to summon a hurricane that would hopefully curb the expansion of carcosa as well. In the Jade Empire, due to them having advanced warning, they were less affected than other nations, having a copious amounts of sacrifices to offer the dungeons.

The detective took a big swig from his bottle, emptying it and slamming it against the table surface.

“I-I… think we have gotten quite off topic, but I-”

The detective passed out, blind drunk, and the cultist sighed, placing her hand over his crown chakra, intoning a symbolic incantation as a white mist flowed from her hand, curing his hangover as a swirled symbol appeared on his head. The detective slowly jolted up, looking around in shock.

“W-Wha, what’d you do?”

“It’s called Reiki, it’s a sort of energy manipulation, passed from master to student. I am not a master, though I would consider myself quite proficient and I suggest you seek out a practitioner if you ever get… that way again, many of my order have opened clinics around the country, lone practicioners may also sell their services at a boomtown near you..”

Spoiler: ”translation”

Reiki exists. It’s a thing people do in real life, look it up.

“Huh, I gotta try that sometime, hey what were we talking about?”

“My case, you were going to take it, yes?”

“Yeah, sorry about the rambling, guess something just came over me…”




Meanwhile...

(Think this, but with twenty thrones in the background instead of one big one, and replace the lady with Mac Tonight on a piano.)


As they had a dozen times before, the gods appeared before the deceptively great feasting table, sitting in their thrones lavishly decorated with the finest jewels and other valuable items. At the end of the hall, as always, a great holographic globe depicting Ocaeril stood, rotating on its axis between the sets of six marble pillars rising towards the glass ceiling, stars visible above it as always. One side of the hall bore paintings depicting the exploits of the deities, along with a piano from which a moon-headed man played a mirthful tune. The other side of the hall appeared more modern, with massive displays seeming to map out the planet below and depict the movements of various entities along colored lines, with a few particular glowing pinpoints seeming to identify the location of demigods on ocaeril, one of which was apparently directly above the hall. Looking up, a strange goblin-like creature could be seen zipping overhead, diving into some kind of ring-gate.

In the thrones, meanwhile, those of Zyr and Cardicarious would stand empty, while Phil seemed wrapped in a deep sleep on his own. Joe and Kura would appear in the posture of battle, their attacks held until they could leave the neutral zone. A new being sat atop the throne of the Apprentice, one familiar to all the gods, Ziji, the pigeon of technology. In one of the empty thrones, there was something a bit more strange, that being an egg, an egg Yinqui had previously deposited in the throne of heroes, now coated with cracks and dripping amniotic fluid. A few pecks would occur, and a small, white dragon would pop its head out of the egg, the shell adorning its tiny head like a hat. Oen’Abadroth, the united form of Zyr and Yimor, had been born. Aside from that fact, and the two gods in the midst of trying to kill eachother, everything was perfectly, entirely normal.

tacenda | Selee-01​

 

[Just_a_loneley_pilgrim]

Andreacys stood up from his throne and said loudly (almost screaming)

"Whoever has interests in the western continent hear me out. I hereby claim the western continent I don’t want to push any gods out but if youre not seeing the potential of a United western continent then I shall indeed not hesitate to turn to violence. The people have suffered enough over these past eons, let’s create a perfect utopia where there’s no war. The continent will be full of law abiding citizens and people shall know righteousness. Im willing to die for this cause, does anyone here oppose me on this matter?"

Andreacys looked around with a serious almost angry expression on his face. He didn’t want a fight but this was what he believed something to fight for, this world should be rebuild and he would start on this continent. From there on he would continue and hopefully bring light to the world.

 

[Celestial Speck]

Selee-01​

The previous god of the earth and the planet itself, indeed, looked rather different this time around.

Perhaps was his more humane appearrence. Perhaps was the fact he looked so calm and relaxed. Or perhaps was the strange umbrella being held in his hand. All around Oca, his aura was different and new. A mix. His kindness and approachability still existed, but his aura, instead of a bright yellow, seemed like a green, calmer, yet a bit more dangerous.

He seemed to be humming a little tone, as he held the little egg soon cracking in his lap. And, as Oen, or rather, Eva, was born, Ocaeril blinked, staring deeply at her for a moment, his other side screaming the sense of familiarity and great power as he looked at her, and--

...Simply placed a hand on her head.

Nope~

"Hi little Eva," Ocaeril'adabaoth said, smiling sweetly as he held his daughter. He mentioned to the other gods, and Yinqui. "I'm daddy, that over there is mommy, and that's grandma Tiamat. The rest are all my brothers and sisters."

He knew who she was. Who she can be, of course.

He's just going to do his best to make sure she doesn't end up like she was once. He'll make sure Oen lives a normal life, with normal ideals, as a normal little girl.

He didn't really care for what Andre said, simply smiling with a sense of 'Do whatever, but don't fuck up or I will kill you' in his aura, despite having such a friendly smile on.

Of course he wouldn't, though. He doesn't want any more Spheres.

"D'aw...Isn't she adorable, everyone~?"

 

[Space Buddha]

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Original The Character:
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Andreacys stood up from his thrones and said loudly (almost screaming)

"Whoever has interests in the western continent hear me out. I hereby claim the western continent I don’t want to push any gods out but if youre not seeing the potential of a United western continent then I shall indeed not hesitate to turn to violence. The people have suffered enough over these past eons, let’s create a perfect utopia where there’s no war. The continent will be full of law abiding citizens and people shall know righteousness. Im willing to die for this cause, does anyone here oppose me on this matter?"

Andreacys looked around with a serious almost angry expression on his face. He didn’t want a fight but this was what he believed something to fight for, this world should be rebuild and he would start on this continent. From there on he would continue and hopefully bring light to the world.

Original takes off a pair of spectacles he had been wearing, wiping the lenses, walking over and bapping Andreacys on the chest with his microphone-cane.

"Well that's one way to greet'cha fellows ain't it? I ain't got no problem but'cha betta' not look to closely at Larion, ya'dig? Ya'can call the land ye'own if'ye wish but know I got me'own to look out for, and if you think'ya can put'em up with me, you got anoth'a thing-"

Selee-01

The previous god of the earth and the planet itself, indeed, looked rather different this time around.

Perhaps was his more humane appearrence. Perhaps was the fact he looked so calm and relaxed. Or perhaps was the strange umbrella being held in his hand. All around Oca, his aura was different and new. A mix. His kindness and approachability still existed, but his aura, instead of a bright yellow, seemed like a green, calmer, yet a bit more dangerous.

He seemed to be humming a little tone, as he held the little egg soon cracking in his lap. And, as Oen, or rather, Eva, was born, Ocaeril blinked, staring deeply at her for a moment, his other side screaming the sense of familiarity and great power as he looked at her, and--

...Simply placed a hand on her head.

Nope~

"Hi little Eva," Ocaeril'adabaoth said, smiling sweetly as he held his daughter. He mentioned to the other gods, and Yinqui. "I'm daddy, that over there is mommy, and that's grandma Tiamat. The rest are all my brothers and sisters."

He knew who she was. Who she can be, of course.

He's just going to do his best to make sure she doesn't end up like she was once. He'll make sure Oen lives a normal life, with normal ideals, as a normal little girl.

He didn't really care for what Andre said, simply smiling with a sense of 'Do whatever, but don't fuck up or I will kill you' in his aura, despite having such a friendly smile on.

Of course he wouldn't, though. He doesn't want any more Spheres.

"D'aw...Isn't she adorable, everyone~?"

Orignal's tone would change as he saw Oen, and he would spindash away toward her, appearing beside Ocaeril.

"Aw, what'a fine little'un ye'got 'ere, I'm uncle Original!"

He pats the little dragon on the head, unaware that Ickol would have been able to hear him referring to the Kingdom of Larion, and some mysterious interest he held there. ( Churl )​

 

[Gravitys Momentum]

Farmer Joe: Combat Action

Joe kicks Kura into the globe. Following after.

Once they're through he'll start slugging his old pal.

 

[Selee-01]

Selee-01​

The previous god of the earth and the planet itself, indeed, looked rather different this time around.

Perhaps was his more humane appearrence. Perhaps was the fact he looked so calm and relaxed. Or perhaps was the strange umbrella being held in his hand. All around Oca, his aura was different and new. A mix. His kindness and approachability still existed, but his aura, instead of a bright yellow, seemed like a green, calmer, yet a bit more dangerous.

He seemed to be humming a little tone, as he held the little egg soon cracking in his lap. And, as Oen, or rather, Eva, was born, Ocaeril blinked, staring deeply at her for a moment, his other side screaming the sense of familiarity and great power as he looked at her, and--

...Simply placed a hand on her head.

Nope~

"Hi little Eva," Ocaeril'adabaoth said, smiling sweetly as he held his daughter. He mentioned to the other gods, and Yinqui. "I'm daddy, that over there is mommy, and that's grandma Tiamat. The rest are all my brothers and sisters."

He knew who she was. Who she can be, of course.

He's just going to do his best to make sure she doesn't end up like she was once. He'll make sure Oen lives a normal life, with normal ideals, as a normal little girl.

He didn't really care for what Andre said, simply smiling with a sense of 'Do whatever, but don't fuck up or I will kill you' in his aura, despite having such a friendly smile on.

Of course he wouldn't, though. He doesn't want any more Spheres.

"D'aw...Isn't she adorable, everyone~?"

The newborn goddess lightly nipped his fingers, and spread wings of white and black. Her golden eyes were alight with curiosity, and a wave of hunger brushed Ocaeril’s mind.

Space Buddha

Original got his hand bit.