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[Pokegeek151]

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."





1

Max reached under the table and pulled out three different bottles. He opened all three and poured them into the glass with equal measure, somehow managing to hold the necks of two in one hand without spilling a drop. Once the glass was full he stoppered all the bottles and returned them to below the counter. He lifted the glass and spun it a bit, the colors inside swirling into a dark reddish pink color. "On the house," he said, sliding the glass in front of the god. "To answer your questions, they call me Just Max. My guess is I'm one of the beings you're looking for. If so, then there are more. Sweet people, all in favor of maintaining harmony. Maybe I'll introduce you later. But enough about me. Let's talk about you. There's got to be a story about that...neck of yours. I'm all ears, as it were." He chuckled briefly at his lame joke.


@Dullahan Shinigami

 

[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, placed Jotunvar on the ground. The edge sinking into the snowy ground.


((edited))

 

Upon Jormyr dropping Jotunvar, Marquess instantly casted an illusory wall between himself and the frost god. The wall made it seem as if the Jotunvar was still untouched and that Marquess was standing right where he was when in reality, he had walked over to the actual axe behind the wall to simply touch it - allowing a dark mist to engulf it entirely before dissapearing into thin air along with the axe.


"Ah, it appears you are incapable of breaking it... Oh, well... I shall be on my way. Thank you, great one for your time! And wonderful axe..."


And with that, the wall vanished into the mist - leaving nothing behind.


(In a nutshell, Marquess stole the axe by teleporting it elsewhere then himself. Sorry, mate... And Marquess' dialogue was illusory as well - the real one left after the axe was succesfully teleported.)

 

[EMP]

Upon Jormyr dropping Jotunvar, Marquess instantly casted an illusory wall between himself and the frost god. The wall made it seem as if the Jotunvar was still untouched and that Marquess was standing right where he was when in reality, he had walked over to the actual axe behind the wall to simply touch it - allowing a dark mist to engulf it entirely before dissapearing into thin air along with the axe.


"Ah, it appears you are incapable of breaking it... Oh, well... I shall be on my way. Thank you, great one for your time! And wonderful axe..."


And with that, the wall vanished into the mist - leaving nothing behind.


(In a nutshell, Marquess stole the axe by teleporting it elsewhere then himself. Sorry, mate... And Marquess' dialogue was illusory as well - the real one left after the axe was succesfully teleported.)

It took Jormyr a moment to truly grasp what happened. His precious ax had been taken from him, and in a fit of rage, he let out a roar so loud that the earth shook for miles. The weather also changed in accordance with his rage, strong blizzards began engulfing the nearby areas. An icy mist exited his mouth as he gritted his teeth. The snows piled up fast, the blizzard was getting stronger, his Frost Giants had definately felt his rage from wherever they were.


Jotnar ran from his village, through the harsh weather. Something was wrong, and he felt it the most. Finally, the view of his raging creator emerged. He created a small bubble were none of the blizzard affected him and quickened his pace. Once in close proximity, Jotnar shouted a question in his people's tounge, "My lord, what is wrong?"


"MY AX." Jormyr roared once more, and the earth shook even more violently.


"IT HAS BEEN STOLEN." He continued in a much gentler tone, but still as angry as the devil.


Jotnar was oblivious as to what to do, his god's rage was beyond even his control. The best thing he could do now was leave the raging being alone and hope for the best. This would be the start of the first long winter, and it would not be a pleasant one. To prepare, Jotnar brought to his people, the art of wall building.

Spoiler

Jotnar (Legend) uses his 1 AP for the week.



 

Create Mundane Concept, Wall building.

 

[Slop]

After teleporting back into his beloved vault, Marquess couldn't help himself but burst out laughing - out of joy, of course.  He saw the Jotunvar laying dead without a master on the bare grounds of his treasury and felt an odd sensation - an eddy of unsatisfaction. Marquess had given birth to the evil we know as greed. He felt it - every inch of his body itching so badly, "OHOHOH, WHAT'S THIS SENSATION? I WANT MORE!" Marquess then knew exactly what he was going to do from that moment onwards - steal everything he can possibly think of.


"This is only the beginning..." the Trickster God thought to himself. He was ready - so very prepared for another heist. With that, he left his plane for another - seeking more treasure to raid for himself. Luckily, Marquess had found the Land of the Dead and his greed had overwhelmed his uneasiness - he forced himself into the plane and began wandering about - hopefully meeting its creator. Little did he know that he was standing on the plane ruled by the Dead God himself - Sarco.


@Buckteeth

 

[Axiom Days]

Max reached under the table and pulled out three different bottles. He opened all three and poured them into the glass with equal measure, somehow managing to hold the necks of two in one hand without spilling a drop. Once the glass was full he stoppered all the bottles and returned them to below the counter. He lifted the glass and spun it a bit, the colors inside swirling into a dark reddish pink color. "On the house," he said, sliding the glass in front of the god. "To answer your questions, they call me Just Max. My guess is I'm one of the beings you're looking for. If so, then there are more. Sweet people, all in favor of maintaining harmony. Maybe I'll introduce you later. But enough about me. Let's talk about you. There's got to be a story about that...neck of yours. I'm all ears, as it were." He chuckled briefly at his lame joke.


@Dullahan Shinigami

 Sheo looks at the darkish red drink invisibly smiles, keeping the glass next to him ceremoniously. He brightens up at the thought of companionship beyond that of the mortals. But, he's dumbfounded by the deithic barkeeper's question. "Well," He begins "I haven't really done anything noteworthy. Besides creating some mortals... different from these, of course."  He casually dips his right index finger into the cup.


((I would add currency concept, but my character has no reason too))

 

[Pokegeek151]

 Sheo looks at the darkish red drink invisibly smiles, keeping the glass next to him ceremoniously. He brightens up at the thought of companionship beyond that of the mortals. But, he's dumbfounded by the deithic barkeeper's question. "Well," He begins "I haven't really done anything noteworthy. Besides creating some mortals... different from these, of course."  He casually dips his right index finger into the cup.


((I would add currency concept, but my character has no reason too))





 

"Other mortals, eh? Can't say I've seen them around." He paused. "Sorry if I'm being rude, but how do you even know what's happening around you without a head? Sure, godly powers and such, but how? Do you...do you also read?" Max wasn't sure if Sheo would even know what he meant. But there was always that slight hope...


[I'll probably do currency later. Who knows, maybe it will count toward the number of points needed to get a new sphere.]

 

[Axiom Days]

"Other mortals, eh? Can't say I've seen them around." He paused. "Sorry if I'm being rude, but how do you even know what's happening around you without a head? Sure, godly powers and such, but how? Do you...do you also read?" Max wasn't sure if Sheo would even know what he meant. But there was always that slight hope...


[I'll probably do currency later. Who knows, maybe it will count toward the number of points needed to get a new sphere.]

This exact question truly surprised Sheo. How does he do it. He hadn't given it much thought. He felt like his head was there, but when he reached out touch it. Nothing. He sensed things naturally like others did, but it was purely instinctive. Without a proper answer, he sheepishly replies "I-i don't know..."

 

[Pokegeek151]

This exact question truly surprised Sheo. How does he do it. He hadn't given it much thought. He felt like his head was there, but when he reached out touch it. Nothing. He sensed things naturally like others did, but it was purely instinctive. Without a proper answer, he sheepishly replies "I-i don't know..."





 






 

"Ah, don't worry about it. I just like to know what's going on, you know?" While they had been talking, another man who had been at the bar since before Sheo arrived slammed his mug on the table.


"Another drink, Just Max!" His face was red and his eyes slightly glazed.


Max sighed. "Do you know how many you've had? You seriously owe me something for this."


"You're magic or whatever/ You don't need anything."


Under his breath, he mumbled, "It's nice to get compensation sometimes..." As he poured the man another drink, he suddenly came up with an idea. "I'll put it on your tab. Pay me later."


"You'll what?"

"You'll get it later." He snapped his fingers and grinned at Sheo. "You're still covered. Anyway, if you want to meet more of us, go look for the Court of Harmony. The stars can help guide you if you ask nicely." He winked and began wiping the counter with a rag.

Spoiler

-1 AP: Create Concept: Currency   Until now, humans (maybe others?) have been using a bartering system to pay for goods. But it's hard to pay for a mug of ale with a sheep, so now currency can be exchanged for goods.


11 remaining





 

 

[Axiom Days]

"Ah, don't worry about it. I just like to know what's going on, you know?" While they had been talking, another man who had been at the bar since before Sheo arrived slammed his mug on the table.


"Another drink, Just Max!" His face was red and his eyes slightly glazed.


Max sighed. "Do you know how many you've had? You seriously owe me something for this."


"You're magic or whatever/ You don't need anything."


Under his breath, he mumbled, "It's nice to get compensation sometimes..." As he poured the man another drink, he suddenly came up with an idea. "I'll put it on your tab. Pay me later."


"You'll what?"

"You'll get it later." He snapped his fingers and grinned at Sheo. "You're still covered. Anyway, if you want to meet more of us, go look for the Court of Harmony. The stars can help guide you if you ask nicely." He winked and began wiping the counter with a rag.

Spoiler

-1 AP: Create Concept: Currency   Until now, humans (maybe others?) have been using a bartering system to pay for goods. But it's hard to pay for a mug of ale with a sheep, so now currency can be exchanged for goods.


11 remaining






 

"The stars..."  he says "those lights in the sky." Sheo feels a cold shiver from a window, an obvious sign that strong winds are coming from a land not so far away. Could it be the domain of that giant. "Thank you for your hospitality. Kind sir. I hope to see you soon." On that note he takes off on a bitter sentient horse. 

 

[Magnum]

In the land of his making, Sarco was not content. The souls of the world lay in senseless heaps, but he was too weakened from his earlier bouts of creation to further develop his plane. While stewing on this problem, he felt a being enter his fledgling lands. This irritated him. His perfect boneyard was incomplete and not ready for the eyes of things comparable to himself. Nevertheless, it was too late to deny entry now, so the Dead God set out to encounter this visitor.


It was easy to find the trickster God because the trickster God wanted to be found. Seeming to ride on the fleshy souls that covered the ground, Sarco stopped a small distance away from Marquess Faux, leveling his eyeless sockets upon the Trickster's face. He spoke in his new voice that was as deep and dry as an Egyptian tomb. "Who might you be, and why have you entered my domain?” Things crawled beneath his pallid skin as he awaited the newcomer's response.


@MatTamMax

 

[Slop]

It was easy to find the trickster God because the trickster God wanted to be found. Seeming to ride on the fleshy souls that covered the groun, Sarco stopped a small distance away from Marquess Faux, leveling his eyeless sockets upon the Trickster's face. He spoke in his new voice that was as deep and dry as an Egyptian tomb. "Who might you be, and why have you entered my domain?” Things crawled beneath his pallid skin as he awaited the newcomer's response.


@MatTamMax

"By the father of Gods... What in the universe am I standing before? My, my, is that thing unbearably horrendous... " Marquess thought silently to himself - undaring to enrage the Dead God before him.


"Ah, I am no more than a mere traveler! I mean not to disturb you in any way - but it appears that I've entered the wrong plane... Well, cheerio! I have a gathering to attend!" 


Marquess then left - vanishing into thin air and reapearing inside his vault.


"What was I even thinking... What valuables can you find in a graveyard to begin with... That is for sure the last place I'd want to visit..."

 

[Floodwater31]

Pastere stood before something quite curious, someone had inlaid stones into the earth in a long chain.  Like a great serpent, this chain stretched from the grassland towards the northlands.  It seemed this path was used to connect two places, so one would not get lost when traveling between them.  What two locations it connected he could not say.  A bitter cold wind flew past the god, he turned to face it.  The wind stank of anger and power, but on a subtler level, it was betrayed and hurt.  Pastere stepped onto path of stones and began walking north.


As he traveled north, the breeze became a gale, and the cold became a blizzard.  It was difficult to tell where the snow in the air ended and the snow on ground began, the land up there had become devoured by an insatiable white sheet of cold.  It did not bother Pastere, nor did it seem to bother the large two legged ones who he had seen from time to time.  They where confused by his presence, the smaller two legged ones did not venture here for fear of the cold, so why was one here now of all times?  Lost in thought, he'd almost missed the pillar in the middle of this bleak whiteness.  No, it was some sort of ornate chair, a throne maybe?

 

[Magus_Supreme]

The Man Who Was Born Old:


When the humans were given life near the beginning of the world's history, they were not all born the same. About half were men or women, some were strong, some charming, and others yet swift. Nearly all of them were thirty or younger. One of the exceptions was a man named Garno, created with the aged body that comes to all men eventually, and blessed with the wisdom of years he did not truly have. Among his clan, he rose from useless fool to valued wise man within a week from the knowledge he was able to share among his people.


Garno taught the youngsters while others did chores or hunted for food, be it which plants were editable, how to make string, skin fur, or otherwise things that were required to survive. He experimented with different plants to see which ones could care for what wounds, after finding out that a man with a tooth ache preferred to chew on a certain kind of leaf because he said it helped ease the pain (if tasting horrid). Garno became fascinated with plants, about how they grew and how they could help his kin, and this lead to a great deal of small discoveries in the process of growing his own plants.


Not to say he was the first to have the idea, but among his mud hutted community he certainly fascinated others in the way he could grow life as if he were nature incarnate. Respect for Garno grew, and he taught others the basics of his study and theories. Men continued to hunt, but at a far lesser rate, as the new generation of children that grew were taught the ways of agriculture and herbalism from Garno. After a time the food situation within Garno's village was eased considerably by the influx of harvested foods.


As time went on Garno began to feel a different kind of connection between the plant life that he nurtured within his personal garden, it became more and more like nurturing a fellow rather than a plant to which would be harvested. His soul felt a connection to these living things like no other within the world. Being a old man he did not have a lot of personal connections besides those that wished to use him just for his knowledge, or youngsters which were his pupils. Being lonely, he began to talk to the plants while he cared for them, and he could swear on the heavenly constellations that the plants gave subtle responses.


As time went on, Garno grew so old that he could not leave his home, not even to care for the garden he loved. He had at this time a few pupils that followed his way of life, all young and with much to learn. Sadly, Garno knew of no cure for age, and was doomed to die. As those around him saw the death of someone because of their age for the first time, he gave a request to his students to continue to work on his garden, and to make sure that his teachings were not forgotten. With the promises made to Garno on his death bed, the order of druids was created.

Spoiler

4 AP +1 PAP -4 AP -1 PAP= 0 AP


-5 (1 PAP) Divine Mandate- Circle of Druids: This order of men (or whatever race which may honor plants) are those that respect and honor the natural order around them. They study the art of herbalism and revere the plant life that exists around them, creating a bond even between themselves and the plants that gives them a subtle way of communicating with them. Those that cross a druid have been known to have nature itself frown upon them (the +2 to RCR druids have). They acknowledge the constellations in the sky as the gods of the world, but care little for them, preferring to honor nature. Alfia, being the goddess of plants, does have a strong influence among them (though not acknowledged often). Their words given to plants are sometimes heard by Alfia, and she sometimes leaves signs for the druids to interpret.


-0 (Circle of Druids) Create Mundane Concepts-Herbalism: This is the study of plants, from how to grow them to how they might be used in others ways than just food. It is mainly known for it's medical uses, but also applies to other areas as well. While all the races other than humans develop this, the humans were the first and the druids among them specifically.

 

[EMP]

Pastere stood before something quite curious, someone had inlaid stones into the earth in a long chain.  Like a great serpent, this chain stretched from the grassland towards the northlands.  It seemed this path was used to connect two places, so one would not get lost when traveling between them.  What two locations it connected he could not say.  A bitter cold wind flew past the god, he turned to face it.  The wind stank of anger and power, but on a subtler level, it was betrayed and hurt.  Pastere stepped onto path of stones and began walking north.


As he traveled north, the breeze became a gale, and the cold became a blizzard.  It was difficult to tell where the snow in the air ended and the snow on ground began, the land up there had become devoured by an insatiable white sheet of cold.  It did not bother Pastere, nor did it seem to bother the large two legged ones who he had seen from time to time.  They where confused by his presence, the smaller two legged ones did not venture here for fear of the cold, so why was one here now of all times?  Lost in thought, he'd almost missed the pillar in the middle of this bleak whiteness.  No, it was some sort of ornate chair, a throne maybe?

Jotnar felt the presence of another, lurking somewhere in the distance, had another come to harm his lord? Jormyr sat on his throne, seething with anger breathing heavily and gritting his teeth. In his rage, he had not realize the stranger. 

"COME OUT!" shouted Jotnar.

He prepared for combat, in case the stranger was hostile. He at least had to keep the Apex of Cold safe for his creator's sake.

 

[Floodwater31]

Jotnar felt the presence of another, lurking somewhere in the distance, had another come to harm his lord? Jormyr sat on his throne, seething with anger breathing heavily and gritting his teeth. In his rage, he had not realize the stranger. 

"COME OUT!" shouted Jotnar.

He prepared for combat, in case the stranger was hostile. He at least had to keep the Apex of Cold safe for his creator's sake.

Pastere turned to see a large two-legged one towering over him, his muscles where tense as if he was ready to pounce at any moment.  He held an axe at his side with a tight grip, entirely too tight in fact.  It was like he was afraid it would fly away if he let go for even a second.


"Greetings, I am Pastere, I have come find what causes this storm, not to fight you.  May I ask your name and purpose?",  he calmly asked the figure towering over him.


He leaned slightly on his crook as he waited on the giant's reply.  His eye's began to wander back to the throne, he wasn't sure, but thought he could make out a figure through the white veil.

Spoiler

-AP-


  5 starting


+4 payday


 -3 gain sphere, life(shepherds), (4 create relic + 5 gain ability herald of life = 9)


  6 end total

 

[EMP]

Pastere turned to see a large two-legged one towering over him, his muscles where tense as if he was ready to pounce at any moment.  He held an axe at his side with a tight grip, entirely too tight in fact.  It was like he was afraid it would fly away if he let go for even a second.


"Greetings, I am Pastere, I have come find what causes this storm, not to fight you.  May I ask your name and purpose?",  he calmly asked the figure towering over him.


He leaned slightly on his crook as he waited on the giant's reply.  His eye's began to wander back to the throne, he wasn't sure, but thought he could make out a figure through the white veil.

Spoiler

-AP-


  5 starting


+4 payday


 -3 gain sphere, life(shepherds), (4 create relic + 5 gain ability herald of life = 9)


  6 end total

Jotnar eyed the figure with suspicion and carefully thought out his choice of words. However, before he could say anything, his creator cut him off.

"My name is Jormyr, he is Jotnar...." Jormyr said in a slightly hurt tone.

"My Ax has been stolen from me by some honor-less thief, I swear I could rip off his skull." He continued.

Jormyr stood up from his throne, towering over the stranger and turning to look at Jotnar before turning back again. The blizzard was ever strong, and it slightly invigorated him.

Sighing, Jormyr continued once more, "I presume this blizzard was the result of my rage, and my rage won't just go away......" He sighed again. " I will depart on a quest to find my ax soon, Jotnar here will handle my duties while I'm gone."

Jotnar seemed shocked by his creator's words, "Am I not worthy enough to be with him?" he thought. All seemed for naught until Jormyr explained himself.

"The Frost Giants need someone to guide them while I'm gone and you have been doing a magnificent job, help me prepare if you so wish. I do not ask for help, but it would be foolish to travel alone, do you wish to help me Pastere?"

 

Spoiler

Total: 4

+4 AP (Rollover)

New Total: 8

 

[Floodwater31]

Jotnar eyed the figure with suspicion and carefully thought out his choice of words. However, before he could say anything, his creator cut him off.

"My name is Jormyr, he is Jotnar...." Jormyr said in a slightly hurt tone.

"My Ax has been stolen from me by some honor-less thief, I swear I could rip off his skull." He continued.

Jormyr stood up from his throne, towering over the stranger and turning to look at Jotnar before turning back again. The blizzard was ever strong, and it slightly invigorated him.

Sighing, Jormyr continued once more, "I presume this blizzard was the result of my rage, and my rage won't just go away......" He sighed again. " I will depart on a quest to find my ax soon, Jotnar here will handle my duties while I'm gone."

Jotnar seemed shocked by his creator's words, "Am I not worthy enough to be with him?" he thought. All seemed for naught until Jormyr explained himself.

"The Frost Giants need someone to guide them while I'm gone and you have been doing a magnificent job, help me prepare if you so wish. I do not ask for help, but it would be foolish to travel alone, do you wish to help me Pastere?"

 

Spoiler

Total: 4

+4 AP (Rollover)

New Total: 8

Jormyr rose from his throne, taller than even Jotnar he made quite an impression, he seemed the very embodiment strength.  He looked like Jotnar, but bigger and stronger, bluer even.  Jotnar let his lord speak over him and for him, a sign of deep respect, he was even saddened when his master announced his quest.  Jormyr was as stoic as ice, but Jotnar let his intentions go free, at least when it came to his master.  


"I will try if you allow me", Pastere responded to the giant.  He was partly troubled by the idea however, it was reasonable to assume that if Jormyr traveled, the blizzard would follow.  


"How will you find the one who robbed you, if you don't mind the question?"

 

[SpiralErrant]

And that was kind of it. Alaric had wandered through all the lands he could find, met all the animals, checked out all the people of the southern lands yet his restless spirit still longed for more. Nothing in this mortal landscape could keep up with him it seemed and boredom was quickly settling in. Even Howl had wandered off somewhere, leaving Alaric with no one to even give him a challenge or a bit of roughhousing. Uuugh, this was so boring! What this world's problem was that it didn't have enough stuff in it. There was only one big bit of land and the icy part up north and noting else. What the world needed was some more stuff! Some new land! Only Alaric didn't know how to make stuff like that, the only time he'd managed it was completely by accident. He did know someone who could manage it though.


So with a fresh spring in his step Alaric found his way back to the Court of Harmony, still as serene and dusk filled as it was when he left. "Alfiaaa! Alfia are you around? Helloooo... you wanna do stuff?"

Spoiler

Alaric 

2AP remaining + 4AP rollover + 1PAP


 


Howl


1AP

 

[Slop]

AP Status:


Total Gained: 4


Net Remaining: 16

 

[Pokegeek151]

AP Status:


+4 Rollover


+1 PAP


17 total

 

[Soviet Panda]

AP


Rollover +4


Total AP, 9

 

[Magus_Supreme]

The Court of Harmony- Alfia and Alaric:


From inside her Palace of Green, sitting upon her throne of Blossoms and Thorns with the wine given to her, Alfia heard the call that was made from the boy-hero of a god. With but a brief moment of consideration she decided to let him explore her Palace rather than speak in the Court, as to allow Alaric the pleasure of exploration within her ever changing Palace. If but for a small while.


With that decided one of the many archways within the Court changed from marble to wood, fading out like a mirage, leaving a entrance way into the Palace's throne room. Vines sprung out and wrapped around the archway having bright flowers and berries growing from it's vines. The sound of moving vegetation and streams of water was heard within, as if all the sounds of the forest was being echoed within the Palace's halls.


Rising above that gentle yet encompassing sound was the sweet voice of the Queen of the Palace who's tone was of interest with the slightest hint of concern.


"Greetings dear child, I am here within my Palace. Do you have of need of me?"

 

[Sir Galahad II]

A great cosmic decree had been made by a god unknown to Herodotus, and he felt the change happen in his humans almost immediately. No longer were they doomed to cease their existence after death, but instead shared indestructible souls. This gave him an idea. Herodotus would give these souls a home after their mortal bodies perished. And with that, he set to work.


First, he drifted up into the cosmos and weaved a great plane of empty space filled with islands. The islands look as if they were ripped from the earth and hung in the sky. Each of them has different buildings that corresponded with modern human architecture. The sky these islands resided in provided the illusion of clouds, a moon, and even a star that resembled Aveo.


He then created beings to protect this plane of existence. They lack any form of gender, personality, or emotion, but they do not lack empathy, and will fight to the death to protect other beings. Their marble bodies are carved to resemble armor, their stone wings seem to defy gravity, and their glowing white eyes are piercing.


Next, he created a special area in this new plane for those he deemed to be outstanding warriors. A huge, grand coliseum rose on a large island in this plane, which includes a tavern area, an arena, a brothel, and more. The arena could be reshaped, and it also housed various beasts that could be fought.


Finally, Herodotus announced a decree to the cosmos, declaring that any soul who was not deemed evil would be sent to this new plane and live there forever, unless they chose not to. He wished to build a home for himself inside this plane, but he could not, for he was too tired to do so. Instead, he walked underneath the shade of a tree on a lone island and slept.

Spoiler

Starting AP: 12


Two rollovers: +8 AP


Join Pantheon (The Court of Harmony): -1 AP


Weave Plane (Elysium): -5 AP


Cosmic Decree: -6 AP


All non-evil souls travel to Elysium after death. Any other mortal or god who wishes to enter must receive permission from a Celestian (unless they are part of the Court of Harmony), and will be prevented by a protective sphere until they do so (unless the sphere is nullified somehow). The plane does not allow souls to be killed, but they may still fight (again, unless the effect is nullified). Evil souls will be turned away and left to the mercy of the other gods. Currently, Elysium only has one layer.


Create Mythic Life (Celestian): -5 AP
Celestian are nearly indestructible humanoid golems. They wield a variety of weapons and use this ability to the fullest to protect Elysium.


Weave Sanctum (The Coliseum of Valor): -3 AP


Instead of providing a stat boost, the coliseum makes every non-evil being fearless (but not reckless), regardless of whatever may be happening to them.


Total AP: 0

 

[EMP]

Jormyr rose from his throne, taller than even Jotnar he made quite an impression, he seemed the very embodiment strength.  He looked like Jotnar, but bigger and stronger, bluer even.  Jotnar let his lord speak over him and for him, a sign of deep respect, he was even saddened when his master announced his quest.  Jormyr was as stoic as ice, but Jotnar let his intentions go free, at least when it came to his master.  


"I will try if you allow me", Pastere responded to the giant.  He was partly troubled by the idea however, it was reasonable to assume that if Jormyr traveled, the blizzard would follow.  


"How will you find the one who robbed you, if you don't mind the question?"

Jormyr eyed Pastere with intent before realizing that his recent question had some merit to it. He sat back on his throne and began to think, with only two people inapt at tracking, it would be a wild goose chase.

Eyes wide open, Jormyr stared at Pastere.

"I shall seek out another being with the ability to track down the thief. I will wander the lands in search of that one." Jormyr said sternly.

 

[Slop]

As Marquess wandered once again about his own vault he realised something - shouldn't that giant snowman be after me? The thought was followed by a sense of panic - a new sensation to Marquess. "I have to hide this place... somehow..." he thought to himself, "AHA, I shall hide it even more! I shall cloak it with the very darkness sheath this universe! I SHALL CONSUME MY PLANE WITH SHADOWS, HAHA!!!"


"This wonderful magic... ALL THOSE WHO PRAISE ME SHALL HAVE A TASTE OF THIS SORCERY! AHAAHAA!!! Better yet, I shall start a cult of my own! All those who praise me shall wield the power of the shadows! Haha....ha...ha...hah... Bloody hell, I'm going mad aren't I..."


AP STATUS:


-Spent 3 AP on Create Magical Concept: "Shadowmancy"


-Spent 5 AP on Divine Covenant: "THOSE WHO FOLLOWS ME SHALL BE ONE WITH THE SHADOW AS I HAVE"


-Spent 4 AP on Gain New Sphere: "Magic (Shadowmancy)"


Total Expense: 12 AP


Net Remaining: 4 AP