IC-1

[Soviet Panda]

Buras stared down at the expanding and learning race that was spread before him. Those humans were remarkably adaptive. Against all the odds, they were managing to expand faster then the superior frost giants. And the other gods had certainly been busy, creating other planes of existence and relics, even a demigod was made and knowledge shared. Perhaps he should contribute to this world, give them all something to marvel at. Bah, what was he thinking? Could you imagine, him, the God of Ages, the Great Oracle, creating a race? What would they do if not be his symbol...? Wait, his symbol. That's it, the mortals always seem to forget about him. Everyone forgot about time until it caught up to them. But with a constant reminder, perhaps that wouldn't happen as frequently. But what to make? Oh, he had just the idea. Something that would shine as brightly as Aevo and never die, something that would be reborn with it's death. Something for all to stare up at in awe and to see as an omen. Oh yes, that would do nicely. And so he got to work, meticulously making each feather, lovingly carving the beak, bravely sharpening the talons that could cut through even a god's flesh. In fact, it was from one of these claws that he was cut and bled onto the feathers, once as white as the snow and stained them crimson with his blood. The beak, once a fine ivory, turned a deep bronze. Buras tried to clean it, oh how he tried. But the more he tried, the deeper the color became until finally he simply gave up with it. And so, his first creation, aside from the still barren masses that were the remnants of the Titan, was born. "You shall be named Hisochu, and you shall populate the world with your kin. Go, Hisochu, let the world know of the splendor that is the Pheonix."

Spoiler

Demigod: Hisochu, the first pheonix and the strongest of her kind. -5 AP

Legendary Life: Pheonix. -6 AP

Remainder: 12-11=1 AP.

I feel like I didn't remember the numbers right, so it's either I have 2 left or 0 left. Either way I'm not going to do much until Friday.
 

 

[EMP]

 Sheo wasn't content with his mortals, they were a large series of organized tribes, who had already began to prosper. They saw Sheo as the highest being in existence, having him make the important decisions, and building him a wooden cottage that wouldn't look out of place in a ski resort. In it, was a long table stocked with food eaten only by the chieftains. He joined them in large gatherings and acted like a mortal, with casual gist and needless banter. Despite being sentient creatures capable of speech, he felt the Dullahan weren't Advanced enough. He hops upon Flan, granting a temporary farewell to the society, whilst blessing them.

Spoiler

4AP


 -1. Create Concept. Architecture


 -1. Bless. Nature itself protects and prospers the Dullahan. Where ever they might be.

Flan calmly asks, "What do you expect to find?"


"I believe there are other beings in this world besides these mortals, I sensed them once I was born."


"And what do you suppose you do if you find them."


"The natural thing, of course."


 Flan trots off into the horizon without another word. In what to a mortal would be a few minutes, Sheo had traveled a great distance, reaching a land of numbing ice. The first things that caught his eye is a giant frost throne with another being slumbering upon it. Curious, he calls out to the being, expecting an answer.


@EMP

Sensing another great being in his presence, Jormyr awoke. Cold icy winds exited his mouth as he yawned. Grabbing his recently forged axe instinctively, Jormyr opened his eyes and was quite surprised as what he saw. A headless god wielding a smaller axe obviously made for one handed combat. 

"Greetings, have you come to battle?" Jormyr asked while yawning.

His eyes rolled to the left, spotting a number of Frost Giants gathering in the nearby woods to witness this encounter. Jotunvar gleamed in the snow, emitting a white vapour which was mostly likely condensed water.

"Whatever the case, take a seat." Jormyr said. He raised out his hand and formed a smaller chair similar to his throne. Smiling, the blue-skinned god stood up from his throne to stretch, before remembering he forgot to introduce himself.

"The name is Jormyr, who might you be?"

 

[Slop]

There is an Ying - there is ergo a Yang. There was order, already. Alas, no chaos. White was ubiquitous. Where might one find stains of black? These very thoughts brought life to the God of Trickery himself - Marquess Faux. 


Inheriting a humanoid appearance, Marquess observed the universe before him. All was well - hell, there was even a council. Being the stingy individual he was, Marquess was hesitant towards contributing to the creation of this world. He ended up visiting the Council of Harmony.


Despite not knowing exactly what the plane was, he failed to succumb to his instincts and somewhat felt uncomfortable as he felt the urge to behave - something that did not go hand-in-hand with Marquess' personality. He continued wandering about the place, marvelling at the astounding architecture before him.


He thought to himself, "I can only imagine the things they keep here... Maybe some holy relic or doodads of that calibre - bah, I'm just gonna snoop in for a bit. Sure no one will suspect anything..."


And with that, Marquess stealthily strode past the grand entrance to the Council of the Heavens and blended himself with the surroundings - rendering himself invisible to unsuspecting naked eyes as he scanned the area.


AP STATUS:


-Paid 5 AP to gain the ability: 'Many-Faced Trickster'


Total Expense: 5 AP


Total Gain: 4 AP


Net Remaining: 19 AP

 

[Floodwater31]

In a meadow lost deep in the woods, far from where man, giant, nor dullahan had dared to step foot yet, a small disturbance in the soil could be noticed, but only if you had been previously looking directly at it.  The soil had momentarily risen upwards, as if someone had poked a fabric from the other side.  This anomaly could be observed again, only a few moments later, but this time over a much larger area.  A third time this happened as well, increasing in size as it had last time, and the forth and final time this happened, the soil split, allowing a figure to emerge.  This figure resembled some of the bipedal creatures wandering the plains, but had yet to fully take form, so was lacking many features.


This being's arms formed before it's legs could catch up, causing him to stumble as he took his first tentative steps. He caught himself upon a tree using these arms, this tree had thought himself better than it's brethren and had grown in the center of the clearing.  Embarrassed, he reached into the plant's woody heart, and grasped it.  With great effort he pulled a shaft of wood out of the tree, leaving no mark on the bark and no hole in the wood.  He leaned against his improvised walking stick as his legs became serviceable.  Now that the being could stand upright, he considered his wooden implement.  He had great power in his legs, and had no need for such a crutch, he'd even bent the top to resemble a sort of hook while leaning on it.  Yet, he chose to keep it, for reasons not known to himself.  


As he moved through the woods, he continued to form, becoming more and more detailed.  As his eyes formed, he saw where prairie meets forest, and he knew his name, Pastere. With that he was complete.


-AP-


+14 for existence


-  4 for relic creation (Pastere's Crook, +10 to HP)


-  5 for Herald of life (-1 to creation of future life)


   5 new total

 

[Axiom Days]

Sensing another great being in his presence, Jormyr awoke. Cold icy winds exited his mouth as he yawned. Grabbing his recently forged axe instinctively, Jormyr opened his eyes and was quite surprised as what he saw. A headless god wielding a smaller axe obviously made for one handed combat. 

"Greetings, have you come to battle?" Jormyr asked while yawning.

His eyes rolled to the left, spotting a number of Frost Giants gathering in the nearby woods to witness this encounter. Jotunvar gleamed in the snow, emitting a white vapour which was mostly likely condensed water.

"Whatever the case, take a seat." Jormyr said. He raised out his hand and formed a smaller chair similar to his throne. Smiling, the blue-skinned god stood up from his throne to stretch, before remembering he forgot to introduce himself.

"The name is Jormyr, who might you be?"

''How savage," Sheo thought to himself, bracing at the first comment. Beneath Flan's feet, the snow churned as he slowly trotted towards the god. His second comment made him make a complete stop, saying re-assuringly "Maybe you aren't as barbaric as I thought," He takes him up on his offer and takes a seat. Being made of Ice, obviously, the chair itself was freezing cold, but common curtesy won and he kept his mouth shut.


 "My name is Sheo, by the by. I came here in search of beings with power like mine. Might I ask, are you the only one?"


(Sorry, for my short reply, I have to type here with my handheld)

 

[Pokegeek151]

As Max held out the glass for Alfia, he sensed...something. It was only for the briefest instant, as if it had been written and then changed. He whipped his head around, trying to see if there was anyone nearby. He was alone with Alfia. He looked back to her and realized he had spilled some of the drink. "Sorry, Alfia. I thought I heard...or saw...it's hard to describe. I guess I was wrong. There isn't anyone else here." He looked out at the sky beyond the pavilion. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to head down to the planet. The humans are so interesting, you know? I'm connected to them, what can I say? If you ever need me, let me know. For now, I'm going to live down there. Making drinks is fun. There will always be humans who want to drink. So....I'll, um, see you around?" He placed the wine glass, half full of the drink, on a ledge nearby. He took a deep breath and began to run. At the edge, he leaped into the air and began to fly before disappearing, leaving the plane and reappearing on the planet. He gazed around, seeing humans around him. No one seemed to notice his sudden appearance, and he began walking. Towards the edge of what seemed to be a town, he found a suitable space. He closed his eyes and imagined a tavern around him. When he opened his eyes he was behind the bar or a cozy barroom. There was a large fireplace on the side with a merry blaze crackling inside, filling the room with a soft yellow glow. He smiled and a classic apron appeared on him. He reached below the bar and pulled out a glass and filled it with an amber liquid from a barrel tap behind him. He took a sip and sighed, appreciating the flavor and the alcohol. "I guess I've found my place. It's nice to be grounded." He waved a hand and the door opened slightly as if beckoning people to come in. "Time to watch the humans grow."

Spoiler

+4 (rollover, Friday)


-1 Create Concept: ALCOHOL! 


-3 Weave Sanctum: a tavern near Avalon. Though it's unimpressive looking, especially for a god's sanctum, it is nonetheless surrounded by heavenly energy. The fire is always lit and the doors are always open. There are all kinds of drinks available for reasonable prices, and sometimes you can pay with a good story or a cheerful song. Everyone is welcome, and despite all sorts of people mixing, something about the atmosphere makes people think twice about fighting. Other than that, to mortals, it appears like any other tavern. Max is the bartender most of the time, and when he's out a strange person takes over. His eyes are glazed and he doesn't talk except to name the prices. When Max is in, though, things get more interesting. He can mix just about any drink you want, and he's happy to do it. Overall, it seems like a strange place for a god's personal sanctum, but Max has always been strange.


12 remaining





 

 

[EMP]

''How savage," Sheo thought to himself, bracing at the first comment. Beneath Flan's feet, the snow churned as he slowly trotted towards the god. His second comment made him make a complete stop, saying re-assuringly "Maybe you aren't as barbaric as I thought," He takes him up on his offer and takes a seat. Being made of Ice, obviously, the chair itself was freezing cold, but common curtesy won and he kept his mouth shut.


 "My name is Sheo, by the by. I came here in search of beings with power like mine. Might I ask, are you the only one?"


(Sorry, for my short reply, I have to type here with my handheld)

"I do not know of other beings." Jormyr said carefully. He eyed the god in front of him, just how many others were present in this strange world, thousands maybe. 

"I only wish to stay in my plane with my Frost Giants at this time. Not too concerned about the other beings unless they attack." He added.

The Frost Giants once again hid behind the trees in the nearby forest and looked from afar, they seemed fascinated at the conversation between the two. One such Frost Giant, he looked different then the others, with a beard whiter than the snows, and skin as blue as the god itself. He walked out of the coverage of the forest and towards Jormyr. The walk to the hill must have been a frightening one, they did not wish to anger their creator, but this lone Frost Giant showed none. He bowed once in close proximity with the Father of Frost. It spoke to him in an odd language, recently made by their people. Jormyr understood most of what he was saying.

"No need for such formalities young one, rise. For your courage here, I grant you strength." Jormyr said, while approaching the still kneeling figure.

With hands glowing with white energies, Jormyr placed them on the Frost Giant's forehead. Power flowed through the mortal, empowered him and strengthened him.

"You shall be a role-model to your people, you shall lead them to greatness. Now lead them to honor, victory and strength. I shall aid you however I can, but not before I give you one last thing." Jormyr spoke which confidence.

Jormyr concentrated, made sure that everything would go well, in a blink of an eye, a great horned helmet similar to his was born.

http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/elderscrolls/images/5/50/DragonplateHelmet.png/revision/20121015160651

Spoiler

Apex of Cold, given only to the Jarl of the Frost Giants, it is said that one can thaw snow at will, or bring it down in an area. The cold winds also obey its wearer, either bringing about a slight gale, or something the strength of a strong gust of air.

"This is the 'Apex of Cold', use it wisely. It will grant you control the cold winds, and the snows will obey your command. You are the Jarl of your people now, lead them good, lead them well, and your name shall be Jotnar, the Brave."  Jormyr explained galiantly.

 

Spoiler

(Rollover +4)
Total: 11

-4, Raise legend, Jotnar the Brave

-3, Create Artifact, Apex of Cold

New Total: 4

 

[Floodwater31]

Pastere had sat on a stone at the edge of the prairie for quite some time, he'd been observing the prairie, the woods, and even the skies, in an attempt to come to some understanding of this place.  He'd seen the prairie slowly filling with a few types of two legged ones, always busy in some way.  Smaller four legged creatures where commonly accompanying the two legged ones, or in there own communities, wandering through the grass.  From the sky he had found that the great ball of light would occasionally leave, only to be replaced by smaller ones.  Where these smaller lights jealous of there glorious sister?  That remains to be seen.  The forest was what disappointed him most however, while it's sister had creatures to support and nurture, she was barren of such children.


Pastere considered these things and came to a conclusion.  He spit on the ground, and from the soil a creature burst free, letting out a long squeal.  Not long after several others crawled from the hole and began rummaging about.  They where stout and four legged, covered in fur and possessing short tusks.  They made a great deal of sniffing the earth and occasionally digging up roots to eat, when they were not doing that they where sharpening their tusks or fighting.  One was eyeing it's creator with an untasteful disdain.  Pastere met this creatures gaze, causing it to go into a raging frenzy.  It charged the god that had created it less than two hours ago as if he was a hated rival.  The fire in it's eyes was put out when the side of Pastere's Crook collided with snout however.  The other creatures looked upon Pastere and saw a fire much more intense than their companion's now resided in the god's eyes.  Terrified, they rushed deep into the wood, squealing loudly as if it where an attempt to drive away the god.  Pastere's anger was immediately extinguished, replaced sadness and hurting, for he had caused his creations to fear him as some mad tyrant.  A faint squeal caught his attention, the creature he had struck slowly rose and approached the god.  It's tusks had fallen out, with much of it's fur, it now had a much lazier expression.  Pastere shook his head, it could not survive the harsh life ahead of it in the forest.  If it had been less brash, or if he had shown more patience, it wouldn't have come to this.


His gaze wandered to the Prairie, "She has many children, surely she can find a place for this one".  He patted the creature to prompt it towards the grasslands, "You have no place with your kin anymore, go see if if you can find a place in a different way".  And with that, the creature began to walk into the grasslands, and in a further extent, civilization.

Spoiler

-AP-


  5 starting total


- 0 create monstrous life (boar)


- 0 create mundane life (pig)


(-1 Herald of life cost reduction)


   5 new total

 

[Slop]

Max's departure did little to relieve Marquess - withal it did nevertheless. "Bloody hell, there's nothing here! That is unless I can find a way to detach an entire structure... Wait, can I?" was Marquess' thought before scuttling away silently through where he came from.


Upon wandering aimlessly about, he decided to put his power to good use. And what better way to waste your energy than to build a plane dedicated to thievery? With that ingenious idea, Marquess weaved a plane - nameless and hidden away from even other gods. It was his little (infinitely colossal) treasure room, impatient to be fed with ineffable riches.





The first layer is an endless void - to access the second layer, one must be aware of its presence (you have to know a second layer exists and you need to have been there). The second layer is an illusory labyrinth with non-physical wall (you still can't walk past it, it is as solid as a physical object) and past that is The third layer which is Marquess' treasury.


AP Status:


-Spent 3 AP on 'Weave Plane'


Total Expense: 3 AP


Net Remaining: 12 AP

 

[Axiom Days]

"I do not know of other beings." Jormyr said carefully. He eyed the god in front of him, just how many others were present in this strange world, thousands maybe. 

"I only wish to stay in my plane with my Frost Giants at this time. Not too concerned about the other beings unless they attack." He added.

The Frost Giants once again hid behind the trees in the nearby forest and looked from afar, they seemed fascinated at the conversation between the two. One such Frost Giant, he looked different then the others, with a beard whiter than the snows, and skin as blue as the god itself. He walked out of the coverage of the forest and towards Jormyr. The walk to the hill must have been a frightening one, they did not wish to anger their creator, but this lone Frost Giant showed none. He bowed once in close proximity with the Father of Frost. It spoke to him in an odd language, recently made by their people. Jormyr understood most of what he was saying.

"No need for such formalities young one, rise. For your courage here, I grant you strength." Jormyr said, while approaching the still kneeling figure.

With hands glowing with white energies, Jormyr placed them on the Frost Giant's forehead. Power flowed through the mortal, empowered him and strengthened him.

"You shall be a role-model to your people, you shall lead them to greatness. Now lead them to honor, victory and strength. I shall aid you however I can, but not before I give you one last thing." Jormyr spoke which confidence.

Jormyr concentrated, made sure that everything would go well, in a blink of an eye, a great horned helmet similar to his was born.

http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/elderscrolls/images/5/50/DragonplateHelmet.png/revision/20121015160651

Spoiler

Apex of Cold, given only to the Jarl of the Frost Giants, it is said that one can thaw snow at will, or bring it down in an area. The cold winds also obey its wearer, either bringing about a slight gale, or something the strength of a strong gust of air.

"This is the 'Apex of Cold', use it wisely. It will grant you control the cold winds, and the snows will obey your command. You are the Jarl of your people now, lead them good, lead them well, and your name shall be Jotnar, the Brave."  Jormyr explained galiantly.

 

Spoiler

(Rollover +4)
Total: 11

-4, Raise legend, Jotnar the Brave

-3, Create Artifact, Apex of Cold

New Total: 4

Spoiler

Rollover!


+4AP


=6Ap

"How simple," He mutters, paying no heed to the ceremony in front of him. If he had a face, it would be wrenched in disgust. He sits in a regal manner, then stands abruptly."If you never leave, then how do you expect your subjects to live independently," he pauses, then continues "Regardless, I have nothing else to do here."


"You finally find what you've been searching for and you give up this easily?" Flan asks curiously. 


"I wouldn't exactly call this what I was looking for."


   The dissappointed horse sighs, trotting towards his deithic partner. Sheo mounts Flan, who was properly itching to get out of the cold. He shakes his hooves off in the snow and prepares to takeoff. 


((Remember the horse speaks a language only sheo understands.))

 

[Magnum]

When the sparks of the Great One had been left in an empty universe, one refused to take. As Alaric slayed a titan and created the first planet, it slumbered. As stars were made to roam the cosmos and all walks of sentience began to roam the first World, it slumbered. It might have kept on slumbering until the end of the universe itself had not a splash of Grond's blood been put on an intersecting course with it at the moment of his decapitation. At the touch of the lifeblood of a titan, the stillborn spark awakened. And the first thing it knew, was hunger.


The newly cognizant god, a formless swirl of blood and flesh, had it's second thought immediately after it's first, that there was a massive store of untapped...something. A holdover that had been increasing since the first mortal steps had been taken. All he needed to do was to make it so. Almost immediately, he found himself no longer where he once was. He didn't know how he knew but he did. It was a place of insubstantiality, almost as if it would disappear if he stopped thinking of it. With this foundation, he forced a world into existance...a world of flesh.


He declared in a voice that he didn't know he had that this was and would be the final stop for the great waste of the mortal world that all life gave off. Souls. With that first action in his power as a god, he took his true form. A wooden box formed around him and was instantly shattered, leaving some shards impaled and nailed to what was revealed. The Dead God that Lives knew his name then. Sarco.

Spoiler

AP Total: 20


Weave Plane -5:


Land of the Dead: The place where the squishy souls of all living creatures go. Currently, the Dead exist in unconscious heeps. The first layer is an unending plane consisting of the fused together souls of every creature that has ever died. The second is an unending series of catacombs. Any God may enter this plane.


Cosmic Decree -6: All living things have souls.


Gain Sphere -3: Community (Afterlife).


Weave Plane: -5


Cosmic Decree: -6


Total: 11


Gain Ability (The Inconceivable) -5: The Dead Who Lives.


Remaining AP: 1

 

[EMP]

Spoiler

Rollover!


+4AP


=6Ap

"How simple," He mutters, paying no heed to the ceremony in front of him. If he had a face, it would be wrenched in disgust. He sits in a regal manner, then stands abruptly."If you never leave, then how do you expect your subjects to live independently," he pauses, then continues "Regardless, I have nothing else to do here."


"You finally find what you've been searching for and you give up this easily?" Flan asks curiously. 


"I wouldn't exactly call this what I was looking for."


   The dissappointed horse sighs, trotting towards his deithic partner. Sheo mounts Flan, who was properly itching to get out of the cold. He shakes his hooves off in the snow and prepares to takeoff. 


((Remember the horse speaks a language only sheo understands.))

"They are in the early stages of their civilization, once they have developed a strong and stable society, I will take my leave and wander the planes. However, do not take it as me abandoning them." Jormyr said sharply.

Jormyr watched as the headless god rode off on his horse, this was an unexpected encounter. Jormyr sat back on his chair and went back to his great slumber, snoring ever so slightly.

 

[Slop]

"They are in the early stages of their civilization, once they have developed a strong and stable society, I will take my leave and wander the planes. However, do not take it as me abandoning them." Jormyr said sharply.

Jormyr watched as the headless god rode off on his horse, this was an unexpected encounter. Jormyr sat back on his chair and went back to his great slumber, snoring ever so slightly.

Marquess was wandering once again about his own plane - that was until his 'senses' knocked in and he somewhat felt the urge to steal something. He felt like he's found something worthy of being displayed in his treasury. He decided to follow his guts and ended up before the great, frosty Jormyr.


Marquess saw the wonderfully humongous axe in Jormyr's grasp and boy, was he eager to snatch it away. He began his first com by snapping his fingers gently - allowing odd clothes to suddenly layer him and a cube of ice to appear on his palm. He then exclaimed so loudly that the giant awakened,


"Oh great icy one! I have seen your abilities! I saw you performing wonders! Surely, you are almighty, no? So I beg you, please hear me out! You see this ice block? My folks have sent me on a quest to get it broken, you see. It is said that only the mightiest of bear fists can break it! Would you mind? Please split it in two - they say a rare gem resides in it. So please help me, oh great one!"


Marquess then put his hand out - offering Jormyr the cube.


(The cube isn't real - it's simply illusory. Withal, if the target believes that it's a real physical object, it'll feel like it. Only if the target is told or finds out that the aforementioned cube is an illusion will it vanish before the target. Other than that, the cube will be unbreakable to the target's eyes unless Marquess commands it otherwise.)

 

[EMP]

Marquess was wandering once again about his own plane - that was until his 'senses' knocked in and be somewhat felt the urge to steal something. He felt like he's found something worthy of being displayed in his treasury. He decided to follow his guts and ended up before the great, frosty Jormyr.


Marquess saw the wonderfully humongous axe in Jormyr's grasp and boy, was he eager to snatch it away. He began his first com by snapping his fingers gently - allowing odd clothes to suddenly layer him and a cube of ice to appear on his palm. He then exclaimed so loudly that the giant awakened,


"Oh great icy one! I have seen your abilities! I saw you performing wonders! Surely, you are almighty, no? So I beg you, please hear me out! You see this ice block? My folks have sent me on a quest to get it broken, you see. It is said that only the mightiest of bear fists can break it! Would you mind? Please split it in two - they say a rare gem resides in it. So please help me, oh great one!"


Marquess then put his hand out - offering Jormyr the cube.


(The cube isn't real - it's simply illusory. Withal, if the target believes that it's a real physical object, it'll feel like it. Only if the target is told or finds out that the aforementioned cube is an illusion will it vanish before the target. Other than that, the cube will be unbreakable to the target's eyes unless Marquess commands it otherwise.)

Jormyr eyed the figure with suspicion, he wore a strange outfit and held an ice cube. The ice cube looked perfectly normal, gemstones inside apparently. However, a terrible feeling arose within the Ice god, Jormyr held on to Jotunvar tight in case something hostile sprung out of the cube. He raised out his hands slowly to take it, and in the midst of doing so, Jormyr grew slightly anxious.

"Wait, its ice." Jormyr thought.

He immediately pulled back his hand. "I shall attempt to break it with my powers." Jormyr said. He eyed the cube and raised his left hand towards it, a familiar white aura once again surrounding it. A few moments later, he clenched his fingers into a fist, attempting to shatter the cube with his control of frost.

Nothing happened.

Again, he repeated the same actions, but alas....

Nothing happened.

"Is this some kind of trick, stranger?" Jormyr grunted. The cube was now made apparent to not be made of ice, or else it would have shattered easily. Jormyr stood up and readied Jotunvar, expecting a quick response.

 

 

[Slop]

Jormyr eyed the figure with suspicion, he wore a strange outfit and held an ice cube. The ice cube looked perfectly normal, gemstones inside apparently. However, a terrible feeling arose within the Ice god, Jormyr held on to Jotunvar tight in case something hostile sprung out of the cube. He raised out his hands slowly to take it, and in the midst of doing so, Jormyr grew slightly anxious.

"Wait, its ice." Jormyr thought.

He immediately pulled back his hand. "I shall attempt to break it with my powers." Jormyr said. He eyed the cube and raised his left hand towards it, a familiar white aura once again surrounding it. A few moments later, he clenched his fingers into a fist, attempting to shatter the cube with his control of frost.

Nothing happened.

Again, he repeated the same actions, but alas....

Nothing happened.

"Is this some kind of trick, stranger?" Jormyr grunted. The cube was now made apparent to not be made of ice, or else it would have shattered easily. Jormyr stood up and readied Jotunvar, expecting a quick response.

"With all due respect, please call down, great one! My people told me nothing of this! It looks just like ice ergo we could only come to the conclusion that it was indeed ice. Please, we didn't know for sure what it was! Besides... Ice melts, no? This was found days ago and it hasn't shrunk one bit! I was told simply to find an individual who was capable of splitting it in two and I would get my pay. Please show mercy! Don't hurt me!"


Marquess acted out flawlessly - he visibly trembled in fear as he held the cube out.


"Would you try breaking it? As aforementioned, I was told it could only be broken by bare hands worthy enough. We tried crushing it with boulders - even that didn't work!"


(I'd say, nice dodge there! However just a reminder, my God has 'Many-Faced Trickster' so technically you it'll be impossible for you to know he was up to something. Although I can understand the part that he was suspicious towards a stranger.)

 

[Axiom Days]

"They are in the early stages of their civilization, once they have developed a strong and stable society, I will take my leave and wander the planes. However, do not take it as me abandoning them." Jormyr said sharply.

Jormyr watched as the headless god rode off on his horse, this was an unexpected encounter. Jormyr sat back on his chair and went back to his great slumber, snoring ever so slightly.

  He left on those notes, trotting off in the direction he first came. Obviously, his first words  


take the horse aback.


   "Do you think I abandoned the Dullahan?" He asks Flan solemnly


"Where is this coming from?" Flan asks quite clearly flustered. "Well, you blessed them. They shouldn't have much problem existing. It's like you said, 'how do you expect them to live independently' "


 Sheo chuckled, replying "Of course you'd agree with me."


"I really don't get what that's supposed to mean"


    Sheo begins laughing heartily, much to the disdain of his companion, who just sighs and keeps going.  His journey was uneventful, and the uneven ground was harsh on Flan's feet, so he willed there to be roadmakers who made paths of bricks back and forth and even to the edge of the frost god's domain.  This made travel and trade easier and much more convenient.

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-1: Create mundane concept : Path-Making

 In what seemed liked seconds to the god, there was a fresh brick path in front of them and ongoing. 


  "Do you think we may find other like that one amongst the third race, the ones you shaped the dullahan after?"


"That is what I hope for."


 And on that note, they left for the human civilization of Avalon.

 

[EMP]

"With all due respect, please call down, great one! My people told me nothing of this! It looks just like ice ergo we could only come to the conclusion that it was indeed ice. Please, we didn't know for sure what it was! Besides... Ice melts, no? This was found days ago and it hasn't shrunk one bit! I was told simply to find an individual who was capable of splitting it in two and I would get my pay. Please show mercy! Don't hurt me!"


Marquess acted out flawlessly - he visibly trembled in fear as he held the cube out.


"Would you try breaking it? As aforementioned, I was told it could only be broken by bare hands worthy enough. We tried crushing it with boulders - even that didn't work!"


(I'd say, nice dodge there! However just a reminder, my God has 'Many-Faced Trickster' so technically you it'll be impossible for you to know he was up to something. Although I can understand the part that he was suspicious towards a stranger.)

Jormyr calmed down, fooled by this stranger's act. "Give it here." he said. The stranger handed him the cube, but Jormyr still held on to Jotunvar in case of any possible attack. He attempted to pulverize the cube with his left,all five fingers wrapped tightly around the false object. However, he did not want the stranger to act up again, so he placed Jotunvar just in front of him and grabbed the cube with both hands trying to destroy it. It still did not work. Finally, Jormyr placed the cube on the floor and grabbed his axe. Raising it high up into the air before forcefully slamming it down on the cube edge first multiple times. However, the cube did not break.



Jormyr, obviously frustrated by his failure, placed Jotunvar on the ground. The edge sinking into the snowy ground.


((edited))

 

 

[Slop]

Jormyr calmed down, fooled by this stranger's act. "Give it here." he said. The stranger handed him the cube, but Jormyr still held on to Jotunvar in case of any possible attack. He attempted to pulverize the cube with his left,all five fingers wrapped tightly around the false object. However, he did not want the stranger to act up again, so he placed Jotunvar just in front of him and grabbed the cube with both hands trying to destroy it. It still did not work. Finally, Jormyr placed the cube on the floor and grabbed his axe. Raising it high up into the air before forcefully slamming it down on the cube edge first multiple times. However, the cube did not break.



Jormyr, obviously frustrated by his failure turned to the stranger.

"I cannot break this thing, no matter what I do, try another being. Apparently I'm not worthy enough." Jormyr said sternly. 

 

(Uh... Would you mind cutting your post a bit... I didn't have enough time for the reaction... I was about to pull off a stunt right after he placed the axe down.)

 

[EMP]

(Uh... Would you mind cutting your post a bit... I didn't have enough time for the reaction... I was about to pull off a stunt right after he placed the axe down.)

((Edited))

 

[Axiom Days]

 Sheo continues his trip, to the human civilization of Avalon. With his trusty steed, Flan. The trip took even less time, with the new brick paths having been built. It wasn't a matter of time before their brief journey came to an end. The humans were nearly terrified to death. A headless person in strange attire riding a beast as white as snow and old as time. Only the bravest dared to even peak out at him. A particular thing however caught his eye. It was a building, that smelled of fermenting fruits. A smell he hadn't ever perceived. 


 "I've never sensed something like this before. It must have been created by a being of great power like me."


"That's a bit off a stretch, don't you think, Sheo?"


 He pays his steed no heed and marches on into the tavern. The intoxicated people were probably frightened less than others when the god rides into building on Flan, garnering all the attention he could. "Who is the proprietary of this place?"

 

[Pokegeek151]

 Sheo continues his trip, to the human civilization of Avalon. With his trusty steed, Flan. The trip took even less time, with the new brick paths having been built. It wasn't a matter of time before their brief journey came to an end. The humans were nearly terrified to death. A headless person in strange attire riding a beast as white as snow and old as time. Only the bravest dared to even peak out at him. A particular thing however caught his eye. It was a building, that smelled of fermenting fruits. A smell he hadn't ever perceived. 


 "I've never sensed something like this before. It must have been created by a being of great power like me."


"That's a bit off a stretch, don't you think, Sheo?"


 He pays his steed no heed and marches on into the tavern. The intoxicated people were probably frightened less than others when the god rides into building on Flan, garnering all the attention he could. "Who is the proprietary of this place?"





 

Max was standing behind the bar, absently drying a glass when the headless god entered on his horse. A few of the drinkers looked up, but most simply stayed where they were. By now most knew that there wasn't often trouble in the nameless tavern.


"That would be me. I ask that you don't ride your horse indoors here in the future, as sentient as he may be." He put the glass down onto the wooden bar with a faint clink. "Can I get you a drink? Can you even drink without a head?"

 

[Axiom Days]

Max was standing behind the bar, absently drying a glass when the headless god entered on his horse. A few of the drinkers looked up, but most simply stayed where they were. By now most knew that there wasn't often trouble in the nameless tavern.


"That would be me. I ask that you don't ride your horse indoors here in the future, as sentient as he may be." He put the glass down onto the wooden bar with a faint clink. "Can I get you a drink? Can you even drink without a head?"

"Wonderful!" Sheo can barely help muttering. Flan grumbles incoherently, saying he'd be outside. Completely ignoring his latter comment, he begins babbling "Might I ask, I've been looking for a being of power similar to mine, And so far I've found a Simple-Minded Frozen being. What is your name and are there others like you?"

 

[Axiom Days]

((Sorry, had to take a series of photos))

 

[Pokegeek151]

"Wonderful!" Sheo can barely help muttering. Flan grumbles incoherently, saying he'd be outside. Completely ignoring his latter comment, he begins babbling "Might I ask, I've been looking for a being of power similar to mine, And so far I've found a Simple-Minded Frozen being. What is your name and are there others like you?"





 

"Well, that's quite a quest." He paused, his hand on his chin as if thinking about the question. "A frozen being, huh? Was he the one who made the white patch? I suppose it's snow. I Read about that. I meant to go check it out but never found the time to go up there. You sure I can't get you a drink? You'd be surprised what I've got." 


@Dullahan Shinigami

 

[Axiom Days]

Sheo calms down, realizing his excitement was taking over. He casually takes a seat on a barstool and replies simply out of courstesy. "In that case, yes."