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

[Scrump_Diddle]

Rhubarion Action_2.

Rhubarion calmly sauntered around the Hall of Gods, humming atonally and whispering occasionally. It was evident that he was incredibly bored and moderately frustrated with himself.

Ya' know... for a god, I don't do shit!

He proceeded to kick the hypercube he had previously gazed into for months on end into oblivion. He simply couldn't contain the sheer vexation he had with himself and was beginning to partially lose it.

Months...months! I couldn't possess the ability to just... just GET UP AND DO SOMETHING! ANYTHING!

His blatant laziness was finally approaching his deepest feelings. Rhubarion was fed up with himself and his actions (or lack thereof). Immediately, he found it necessary to devise a conspiracy that would be noticed quite quickly. A conspiracy that would attack the heart of Ocaeril and could conjure potential conflict. He sits on the cold tiled floor and contemplates several ideas.

A non-heliocentric universe! No, no... I've already done that prior. Uhh... veggieman! No, that's just moronic. Hmm...

Rhubarion ponders several conspiracies for around an hour and a half. He finally conceives an idea he'd think would suit his needs.

Wait I think I have it! Something that'll alter the very social and economic foundation of this godforsaken planet! I will speak to a couple of townsfolk and easily convince them to pursue the ways of my cult. I'll need to make a few minor alterations to my cultist belief system though.

Rhubarion exits the Hall of Gods and transports himself to a nearby municipality via conspiracy based teleportation techniques. He lands within a populated area of the village; a merchants' district.

Hey! All of you, and I mean every last one of you!

The crowd pans their view directly towards Rhubarion, looking utterly bewildered.

You, you guys. Does anyone of you want to obtain spiritual freedom?

The crowd looks at one another in a confused manner.

Ya know, being completely devoid of any responsibility?

Every single person in the crowd starts to whisper and speak among themselves. The mild chitter-chat and discussion quickly evolved into an eruption of ranting and raving. It was clear the audience craved such things Rhubarion brought forth.

Well, I can tell you guys have quite the liking towards such a thing. Ya want it, like real bad?

The crowd bursts out into an astounding "Yes!", said in unison.

Sure thing! Here you go.

Rhubarion summons a massive hypercube which instantly entrances each person within the merchant's district. Each onlookers' eyes are instantly transfixed to the majestic figure. They are bound to the words said by Rhubarion.

Action: "I hereby declare that each one of you will be stripped of your current human condition, and be simply reduced to fundamental & unbridled human instinct. You will all be designated within a tribe of sorts, killing whatever may breathe that isn't your own and possess a savage hunger for territory. My word is your obligation. Your title: Anarcho-Primitivists. "

Rhubarion seemingly removes the hypercube from reality itself. His followers appear to be primal in their movements. Their speech; drawled and strident. Their clothing: tattered and threadbare.

*Maniacal Laughter* Wow, this is just genuinely fantastic. Now, how about some signage. Time to promote your brand!

Typical AnPrim sign, Strewn about Ocaeril for all to see. Primarily Imperialists.

 

[CutieBoop]

The glow that was from former rage had faded. Her colors being back to normal was a good sign. So was the healing that helped her retain her scales and be rid of damage. She sighed, and nuzzled Ocaeril in response. Without speaking, it's a way of saying she forgives him, no matter how scary the situation was. With a purr and a hum, the dragoness herself explained that he did the best he could, and she and the gods did the same to protect everything.

... In fact, she actually spoke(with a few song-like aah's), in a more song-like and vocal voice. It might be translated as... "Aaaaaah, aahhh. Yooou've not failed to protect ussss, my child. You may have died, but you have rebirthed, in this very flesh, aaaaaaah. I promise to not let you gooo, nor shall you fiiiight alone... Ahhh aaaaaaahhh~" Tiamat chirped, making this promise true. "Aaaaah! And you are still strong. As you fought with your veryyy best, so have weeee."

Celestial Speck

 

[Celestial Speck]

Action 3
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Wavering his hand in the air as strings flew from it, Ocaeril would then make so the world started moving forward again. New discoveries, new technologies, all in the name of the planet, who happily survived and told his most devout children that the evil sun fell from the skies, and lost its light to him and his companions. He'd tell them to move forward and start focusing on technology, magic, and a bit of militarism, while also evolving their minds to make sure they didn't lose their way, and try and help one another during this troubling age.

He'd also tell his Druids to prepare themselves, as a gift would soon come next cycle.

With that done, Ocaeril turned to Inqui, and then everyone else.

"Anyone got any more divinity left? We should probably fix this mess..."

 

[VomitIcicle]

GM UPDATE




Solid snake saw smoke rising in the distance, likely from the chimneys of a small village. Meanwhile, in the crate, he found various survival supplies, tools, munitions, standard mission equipment really, along with a cardboard box, painted to resemble a wooden crate, so as to better blend in on a primitive world. There is also a compass located in the crate, which shows crate that the village is directly south.​

Snake made his way to the village, taking what he could from the supplies Command had sent him and leaving the rest, memorizing the position so he could find what he needed later. After gathering what he needed, he ambled over to the village, hidden within his box.

 

[BlackCat-055]

Yimor's hulking corpse began to glow, and yimor's thoughts did not quite cease. A sliver of consciousness remained. An essence of sorts, and said essence felt itself drawn away from its corporeal host and into something else. Inqui also began to glow, Ocaeril's world-spirit and the other deities witnessing as a beam of light shone from Yimor's dead eyes onto the slime goddess. She herself felt as she was enveloped in the light, which simultaneously comforted her and raked her mind with the incomprehensible and alien thoughts of the Light Dragon. There was, however, no physical pain as Inqui's body was stained a light shade of yellow, and parts of her slime began to crystallize into scale-like armor along her back, hands and feet. From the crystalline plate on her back, two watery wings emerged, made of liquid like the rest of her body but emitting a blinding light that briefly obscured her from the others' vision. Her now scaled feet formed talons of hardened, golden slime, and two similarly crystallized horns jutted out of her head. Her "clothes" were reabsorbed into herself, leaving the rest of her form mostly featureless and uniformly bright. Inqui's thoughts were interlaced with those of Yimor. She, in fact, was Yimor. Knowledge of the hall of light, of Arqa's history, of Zyr 'Abaoth and the horrors that he may soon sow upon the world, and of the legions of slumbering angelic beings waiting beneath the surface of Yimor's now barren and dark planet, and of what horrors lie below them. She felt emotions new to her. Fear was among them, another was some odd satisfaction at the widespread destruction, but like all emotions she felt now, they were strangely distant in a pleasant way, not overwhelming her as she was so used to. Still, deep within her subconscious, that unabsorbed fragment of Yimor lied in wait, mingling with All The World's Evil and making something far more dastardly. Igna stirred within the slimy goddess of heroes and light, empowered by that remnant which had so eagerly merged with her, though still under control, for now. The light emitting from Inqui-Droth faded, and among her first sights as this new being was the illusory black dragon circling above, and with a single thought of undiluted rage, a sunbeam struck and dissolved the illusion into mist, sparing those few imperial ships it had not already ravaged. Her spontaneous fury subsiding, the goddess of heroes and light turned to see her fellow deities, as well as the just barely visible spirit of the world.


INQUI REY HAS ABSORBED YIMOR DROTH. ALL KNOWLEDGE OF THE LATTER CHARACTER HAS TRANSFERRED INTO THE FORMER.

SPHERE GET: Light

ASPECTS GET: Energy, Lightning, Fire, Radiation, Electromagnetic Force

MIRACLES GET:

Spoiler

(All of these can be activated and deactivated at will.)

Bolt of Fire: A bolt of fire, ranging from a campfire to a nuke. Can be explained as a meteor.

Madness: Any mortal who gazes upon the form of the Dragon will go insane. A god won't go crazy, but it's not good to look at it for too long.

Burning Luminescence: Yimor'droth glows brightly enough to kill most organic life.

Mutation: Yimor'droth can mutate life through radiation, and cultivate those mutations. Explained as mere monsters.

Mind Alteration: Controls the mind of a living thing. Explained as insanity or brainwashing.

Exarch Creation: In the event of an Exarches demise, They can create a new one. Explained as a magician.

Madness Dreams: A passive effect, explained by "just being dreams". Has negative effects on the long-term sanity of anyone within it's range.

Electric Storm: An unnatural storm, created by Them. Explained as a normal, if unusual, storm.

PLEASE EDIT SHEET WHEN CONVENIENT

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Who am I? This question trickled into my mind constantly as I slowly gained consciousness and awareness, I flexed my body, noting I was yellow in tone and had horns and clawed digits in both pairs of limbs, yes I am Yimor'droth, the god of Light, I recalled Arqua and that pest, I shook my head and noticed I was also slimy and remembered the weapon I had, yes, I am Inqui too, the First Hero, the Patron of Heroes, and the Owner of the Throne of Heroes.


Yes, I should be panicking, but.

I feel like things are gonna get interesting.

The spirit of the world stood quiet as he simply watched the final blow be dealt to Yimor, and the dragon soon fell. The weight of his massive body fell into him, the world shaking and momentarily going silent. 'Children' from all over the world watched as the dragon fell. Families cheered, and hugged one another. Others lamented their loss. Happiness and sadness got shared by them, but within them, a feeling of loss, and a new hope soon was born.

The planet seemed...Colder, to the gods. More grey. Perhaps it was Yimor's fire that caused ashes, or perhaps something else. Something...Deeper. It seemed as if clouds were in the sky, making even the impossible light coming from the newly transformed dragon girl smaller and almost... Insignificant.

The gods that would care and felt things would remind themselves of the body of Ocaeril falling and turning into dirt. His essence seemingly dissapearing. A sadness would perhaps creep into their hearts, in different forms for many, but one thing that many, if not all would be sure was that: Ocaeril, the planet, was dead.

...Is what they thought.



Hah, haah, hah hah he hoo...

Chanting could be heard in the skies, the winds traveling and singing out what appeared to be mantras. Whispers came and went like winds in the ears of the gods as (and if) they landed on the planet. Nearby trees, once destroyed by Yimor, started to grow, in a strange essence. Flowers bellow the dragon grew and died, and grew back again. Something...Started to fly in the air. A blue energy, almost like spores coming out of trees- flying around all over the planet. A powerful essence grew, and seemingly was seeping itself into the body of the planet...

The chanting grew louder, as in a bright flash of light, the gods could see...A sight.

A multitude of spirits flying around in the sky, infused with Chakra. The essence of those who fell, the spirits of those who died by the foolishness of Yimor. Hundreds, if not million of them, circling around the planet, almost like...Following a wheel.

They all had strings attached to them- golden strings leading to all direction, but specifically down in the planet...The gods could go through these strings. In fact, they were immaterial, but there were so many, they could, for once, see the full extent of them. A infinite amount, everywhere in the world, appearing only once in less then a second, but completely hindering their vision.

The Strings of Evolution, and All There Will Be

Wheel of Samsara

Second Circle of Rebirth

Creation of Heavenly Body

The gods could then see the golden globe of the strings go into the planet, as it seemingly slowly shook...As then, all that energy dissappeared, and so did the strings, as they entered the body, and the spirits simply watched, all seemingly chanting, despite the fact they didn't have a mouth.

And then...

Crack

...A bright light shined just a few meters where Inqui, or, Yinqui now stood. A light that soon became a tornado. A light that seemingly became a 'circle', and started to change and morph in nanoseconds. It grew, changed forms. A baby, a child, a teenager, and then finally, a man. The spirits dissappeared, their chanting apparently gone, as the figure floated around in the air for a moment, before...Gently putting his feet down.

Flowers bloomed under him.

White skin, white hair...

Horns, a third eye on his forehead...

A calming and fatherly presence...

And...A wide smile on his face.

"So...Nice horns. Come here often?"

THE WORLD GOES ON

SECOND HEAVENLY BODY OF THE PLANET

OCAERIL, SURVIVOR OF THE SUN​

Inqui's ees widened as her pupils became like stilts as she saw the new Ocaeril, she let out a small smile, which with her dimmutitive emotions, was the equivalent to a deranged smile, she sauntered over to Ocaeril before letting out a hand.

"It is...nice to...meet...numbah...one" her voice was slow and lurid, as if she was sleepy and bored, but it held the subtle tone of happiness and joy "care..for..dance?"

 

[Celestial Speck]

Who am I? This question trickled into my mind constantly as I slowly gained consciousness and awareness, I flexed my body, noting I was yellow in tone and had horns and clawed digits in both pairs of limbs, yes I am Yimor'droth, the god of Light, I recalled Arqua and that pest, I shook my head and noticed I was also slimy and remembered the weapon I had, yes, I am Inqui too, the First Hero, the Patron of Heroes, and the Owner of the Throne of Heroes.


Yes, I should be panicking, but.

I feel like things are gonna get interesting.


Inqui's ees widened as her pupils became like stilts as she saw the new Ocaeril, she let out a small smile, which with her dimmutitive emotions, was the equivalent to a deranged smile, she sauntered over to Ocaeril before letting out a hand.

"It is...nice to...meet...numbah...one" her voice was slow and lurid, as if she was sleepy and bored, but it held the subtle tone of happiness and joy "care..for..dance?"

As Inqui finally seemed to react, Ocaeril finally took care to see her and her new appearance. She was...Oddly beautiful now. With her yellow skin, her new voice, and overall new essence. He knew that her body changed and she gained a new essence from absorbing Yimor's own, but he didn't expect her personality to change. She seemed...Lazier. Almost like in contrast to Yimor, who spend him-knows how many years sleeping, and only recently woke up.

And...Her calling him his number one made his fake heart skip a beat. A blush appeared on his cheeks, as he looked at her face. Her lack of...Emotions were...Worrying. But...There was something true about her. Her emotions still felt true. Her emotions towards him, her 'numbah one.' There was something so simple and pure about what she was asking him to do, to ask him to dance. To dance after seeing him live, to survive, to be rebirthed...It made him smile. He tried to hide his blushing face, although his extremely pale complexion made such fact hard. But...Slowly, he placed his hand on top of her's, while looking at the new Inqui with a large smile.

"I'd...Love to!"

 

[Space Buddha]

Snake made his way to the village, taking what he could from the supplies Command had sent him and leaving the rest, memorizing the position so he could find what he needed later. After gathering what he needed, he ambled over to the village, hidden within his box.

As snake approached the village, he spotted a few unidentifiable banners reminiscent of medieval kingdom designs from the mid post-decimation period. Humans and halflings wandered the village, none really paying attention to the completely inconspicuous cardboard box.

 

[VomitIcicle]

As snake approached the village, he spotted a few unidentifiable banners reminiscent of medieval kingdom designs from the mid post-decimation period. Humans and halflings wandered the village, none really paying attention to the completely inconspicuous cardboard box.

Snake decided to try and get some information. He emerged from the box, wearing a fake moustache. He approached one of the villagers."Greetings, fellow peasant. Would you mind giving me a small history lesson?"

 

[CutieBoop]

Tiamat, The Navigator: Action #1​

After some time of thought, Tiamat has made a new plan. She stretched, carefully turning, walking away and beginning to fly. She's focused on returning to the ocean, so she gets time to shift into her creature-origin forme instead of dragonoid-creature forme when leaving the waters. This time, she would look over the skies and seas, searching for ways to make new treasure. Some of these took place on multiple separate islands.

On one, she noticed a huge body of water. What could that be used for? A blessing that brings it purpose, of course! With the touch of her claws on the water, slowly swirling it around, she gave it a sense of purity. That's just the pure base of this, though. After that, she turns back into her physical, human-like form to form paper and a pen to make a letter as a side note to the water. It reads, (If you achieve the water, keep it. If you want a additional blessing, have grapes or wine to mix it up. It will grant you increased fertility, the feeling of being young, hydration for your trips, and strong endurance for anything.) With that, she set the letter to stay on safe sand, and prepared to change form and fly off.

On another island, she rarely found anything out of the ordinary, but during her walk she found a compass. Where was it? It was resting near a cave. The cave's interior, as checked, was full of rocks, gemstones, and water. Shifting forme again, she went with the sea-physical forme so she can carry the compass, explore and swim in the cave. During this, she was going to bless it, dismantle it a bit to open up, fill it with some water and close it up, having a internal blessing that helps any traveller find the rest of Tiamat's treasures easily. However, Tiamat planned to put the blessed compass in a place that made it harder to find. It is a big cave, and to put it at a hard to reach landing between bodies of water will not make it so easy, unless they have a plan. After placing it and making her way outside the cave, she dried herself off by shaking the scales, until it was time to write. The next letter, with pen and paper, is a warning that this cave makes the treasure not easy to find. If they can traverse the cave and find the compass, they are granted to better access of future treasures. After that, the letter is rolled and placed next to the entrance of the cave. Tiamat shifts forme to her creature origin forme, and leaves that island.

It's more than those two that Tiamat is setting up, and she's taking a lot of time with it...

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Elsewhere, in Tortuga, a group of pirates are meeting at a big table and getting their drinks.

The first pirate is one who took charge of the south; her name being Captain Maybell Garside, also known as 'Grimace'. She is a Merrow captain who enjoys being within the waters by herself, but if she had to go anywhere on land, she would be needed to get a giant fishbowl and a transporting device. Who helps her get around land would be her land-goons, human pirates with legs that help the bowl get acceleration. The pirates themselves love their rum, but Maybell would need to have her alcohol on the table, and with a straw to sip it.

The second pirate is from the north; a dragonborn named Captain Adamson Atterton, known for being 'The Stubborn'. He was born with quite a temper, and a wrong move would send things into flames. When he set on something, he was willing to do so until his case was approved, or until a good point counters his. He wouldn't be happy if countered, though. Because of his temper, he usually goes for alcohol with a bit of fire, daring and with a mix that dragons like.

The third pirate rules the east; a nekomatus pirate nearing her middle age named Captain Vane Crutchley, known for being 'Relentless'. When a serious task is at hand, the goons would be worked until it was time for break. The breaks come with drinks for all, but the kitty wouldn't allow a break for too long, with more work on their hands. She might be small... but she still has big bark and bite! Her sort of drink would be what's safer, like Liquer, or some sort of milky alcohol.

The final pirate is in charge of the west; a human pirate by the name of Captain Queena 'Merry' Hook. She's got plenty of scars from other competition, but she still has that jolly and badass attitude as ever. A pirate like her always liked competition and adventure, and because of these new opportunities, she's meeting with her rivals at this very table. They used to fight over who would be the real leader, but this time, it might just come to a conclusion. She likes the usual rum and alcohol like any normal pirate does.

"Aye, it's great fer us to be here today... we got some rumors to address!" Queena sighed, looking over at her friendly rivals.
"Rumors? You don't mean..." The other three spoke in unison, until the pirate of the east answered their surprised gazes. "THE TREASURY IS BACK!!!"
Maybell, was the first to discuss on the matter. "If it's come back, we'll be wantin' to collect it again. Would it be worth our sails to achieve the same treasures that were once collected?"
Adamson replied, "Maybe. It'll stop us from us making ourselves the cap'n all at once." It wouldn't be wise of him to argue, but... "If me crew ends up finding it before you all, I'll be the cap'n!"
Vane growled, drumming her claws on the table. "Don't get too cocky now. You're likely to lose way and sink yer ship if you're too careless about the treasures themselves. The treasury hunt is a very dangerous challenge. And the seas themselves are wide, yet powerful."

"He's right. Let's not get too cocky, aye?" Queena reminded, before continuing her explanation. "There'll be a chance there's more competitors from all over the seas. Each of them all want the the treasury. It's not just us. Sure, we'll be against each other, but the captains of the other seas will face against us. The competition's big, mateys! And only one of us will be th' real cap'n- even more, the REAL KING of pirates! So, who's ready to compete?!"

As Captain Merry drank from her alcohol, she waited for the others to make an agreement. After a moment, they brought their drinks together, clanked them, and agreed with an 'aye aye!' They drank until their bottles are empty, gave the equal tip to the bartender based on how much each drink was, in price. They will return to their ships and begin to sail the seas.

Surely, their game for the treasury has begun, and Tiamat's work would be all in uniting the seas and completing the pirate hierarchy. A complete game of navigation. It shall birth a new tradition, as part of the planet's recovery.

 

[Celestial Speck]

The past made us...

And the future shall shape us too

In the village of Konoha, the Village Hidden in the Leaf, a large celebration was occurring. It has been a long, long time since the first Hokage, Tuldor Otsutsuki and his wife, Marah Otsutsuki, have passed away into the heavens above. The day of their passing was a sad one, with tears from the villagers, and mainly their children, Indra and Ashura. For a few years, the village was leaderless. Without a proper Hokage to lead them, only leaving specific members of the official politics team of Konoha to deal with the affairs of the village. Various preparations and rituals were made- with the face of the first Hokage being implanted in a mountain of stone, above and watching the village, for all to see. An eternal protector, the black flame of Konoha, watching even beyond death.

Konoha wasn't a village or a 'nation' where the people assigned their leaders, like some out there. Like others, they assigned specific people who were prepared for the place- people who were trained in politics, collaborations, economy, and others. And, those usually being the strongest Ninja in the village, even if it wasn't necessary. Although, the Hokage was decided to be a title of those who were willing to protect and die for the village like Tuldor did many times before. There was much discussion of who the next could be. As it stood, nearly all members of the original founders were dead, and with the only one who would technically be prepared for it leaving the village with his clan.

The only two who the people could hope would become the next Hokage was Ashura and Indra Otsutsuki, the lone children of Marah and Tuldor. WIth their Bloodline Limits inside of them, and all their experience in combat and unique powers that allowed them to be some of the most powerful Chakra users in the story of the world, it was clear one of them was going to be the next Hokage.

Normally, many believed it to be Indra. He was always a calm, gentle, and intellectual individual who was much, much smarter than his younger brother, often helping the village alongside the Politics Committee of Konoha. While Ashura had just of a good reputation, he was often seen as brash and jumped headfirst into trouble, not wanting to risk the lives of others, and sometimes even helping workers alongside their constructions. While he was pure of heart and definitely kind, he wasn't as intelligent as Indra was.

However...Many were surprised to see the very same refusing the position of the Hokage.

Some of the older clan members were confused. Some knew Indra nearly led a revolution against the village a few years back, only coming to his sense thanks to his mother, father, and brother, and could see him wanting to refuse that, despite the objective of said revolution was as simple as jealousy over Ashura being chosen by Tuldor to train under the Sage Arts and to become the next chosen of Ocaeril.

But, yet, here they were, Indra one day refusing the title and seemingly disappearing from the village, leaving Ashura to be the next Hokage.

Those of the days of old in the village wondered where the older brother went, telling the story of his feats to their children, sometimes even alongside Ashura, telling stories of his brother, who seen became a legend in the village.

The truth was, however...He never truly left. In fact, he was always in the village.

On that day, the two brothers saw one another, respect and love between one another. Differences and previous hatred, rivalism, and everything else aside, they remembered they were truly brothers. And that their parents would have their hearts broken overseeing them forever separated. As such, in the shadows...Ashura Otsutsuki created a new spot. A spot even above ANBU, the strongest ninja in the village, tasked to hunt down traitors, spies, and serve directly under the Hokage.

The Eternal Sun and Direct protector of the village, the Hokage.

The Hidden Moon, and that Who is Equal to the Hokage, the Kakusaretakage. (Hidden Shadow.)

One who directly protected and led the village with his strength.

And the other, his equal in combat, who protected the village from the shadows.

Forever companions, and occasionally finding one another through dusk.​

 

[BlackCat-055]

Action 1:

Ren sighed as he stood on top of the Beast Clan's gate as he saw everyone in a hurry, people went here and afro packing things and preparing the Dire Wolves for transporting the carts full of cargo and people, kids rubbing their eyes in confusion and half sleepiness as they were dragged by their parents to the carts, people shouted orders and lists to check if they didn't leave anything, he watched as his clan prepared for an Exodus, because as he turned to the rest of Konoha, they were now no longer home in the village he and his closest companions made.

He can recall how it all started to happen, as generations passed, the younger ones and outsiders believed myths and rumors, believing that him and his clan were monsters that prowled on their own brethren, but to be fair, the Blood…many don't survive well, many submit to their inner beast hood, and so they began to discriminate his clan, distancing themselves from it, the prices were overpriced, the children teased and even horribly bullied the children without the adults caring, and the teachers in the academy didn't want to each the Beast kin at all, and they kept forcing the clan base to get farther and farther away from the village itself.

It was indeed...time to go, but as Ren sighed, he knew there was one last thing to do, he made a sign and transformed into a crow, one big as a dog and had razor teeth and bloody red eyes, but a crow nonetheless, it swiftly flew to the Okutsuki clan where Asura and Indra was.

The crow transformed back into Ren who removed his hat and face mask to reveal the messy silver black crop that was his hair and the silver eyes of a restrained beast, he was as young as he was since he and his friends founded the village.

"A lovely evening, Ashura, Indra, now you may be wondering why I have called you here, well, simply put the Hunters shall leave, yes, the reason I'm saying this only now is so that no one in the village would notice, you can see it Ashura, as the generations pass, they forget what we've done and only see the beasts instead of the Hunters, we are Pariahs in our own home, the home me and your parents helped founded, it…. Isn't my clan's nor my home anymore, so, we're leaving, and you shan't change my mind as we are already preparing as I speak, so, if you two have any last words, speak it now for this meeting may the last one we shall have"


Action 2:

Tanya walked to a heavily secured door, made out of many locks and seals, it was also guarded by two senior Knights of the Imperial Division.

Beside her was Merle who waved their hand and uttered an incantation that made the door slowly open.

Inside was a room that had several tubes with people inside them, mages and alchemists fluttered around the room as they attended to the different equipment and such.

A young man half elf saw Tanya and bowed to her deeply.

“Greetings Lady Tanya!”

Tanya simply waved them off "I don't want pleasantries Dr. Menfur, I just want results"

Dr. Menfur nodded and showed Tanya the room and the recent results.

This room as Dr. Menfur summarized what they were doing, the results, the implanting of Saint Graphs, the selection of personnel who have the proper compatibility, as Tanya looked at the test-tube that held a purple-haired girl in it, floating in the aerobic green fluid.

Yes, Project: Demi-Servants was going nicely, this, will make Camelot the powerhouse that will become the proper Monopoly Tanya wishes it to be.

There was no Evil in Power, It is Only how you wish it to be, and for Tanya? Why this can be something heroic, after all, to transcend humanity to its greatest limits, to make a race of heroes, is that not a heroic deed?

Well to be a hero is to be subjective not objective, so for Tanya, her opinion was good enough for her.


Action 3:

As Marah passed away, the cycle continued to cycle as it always been, now, in the slums of Zhaiviling, a child is born, one of blue hair with yellow highlights, dragon horns on their head, scales here and there, and the mark that denotes her status, the third Incarnated.

Now, whoever this child will be and what their destiny will be uphold, depends on what happens, but if anyone one can peer into the future, they can hear the faint cries of the people as they clamor of the "Vox Populi".

It seems this Incarnated, will be just as interesting as the others.

 

[Celestial Speck]

Action 1:

Ren sighed as he stood on top of the Beast Clan's gate as he saw everyone in a hurry, people went here and afro packing things and preparing the Dire Wolves for transporting the carts full of cargo and people, kids rubbing their eyes in confusion and half sleepiness as they were dragged by their parents to the carts, people shouted orders and lists to check if they didn't leave anything, he watched as his clan prepared for an Exodus, because as he turned to the rest of Konoha, they were now no longer home in the village he and his closest companions made.

He can recall how it all started to happen, as generations passed, the younger ones and outsiders believed myths and rumors, believing that him and his clan were monsters that prowled on their own brethren, but to be fair, the Blood…many don't survive well, many submit to their inner beast hood, and so they began to discriminate his clan, distancing themselves from it, the prices were overpriced, the children teased and even horribly bullied the children without the adults caring, and the teachers in the academy didn't want to each the Beast kin at all, and they kept forcing the clan base to get farther and farther away from the village itself.

It was indeed...time to go, but as Ren sighed, he knew there was one last thing to do, he made a sign and transformed into a crow, one big as a dog and had razor teeth and bloody red eyes, but a crow nonetheless, it swiftly flew to the Okutsuki clan where Asura and Indra was.

The crow transformed back into Ren who removed his hat and face mask to reveal the messy silver black crop that was his hair and the silver eyes of a restrained beast, he was as young as he was since he and his friends founded the village.

"A lovely evening, Ashura, Indra, now you may be wondering why I have called you here, well, simply put the Hunters shall leave, yes, the reason I'm saying this only now is so that no one in the village would notice, you can see it Ashura, as the generations pass, they forget what we've done and only see the beasts instead of the Hunters, we are Pariahs in our own home, the home me and your parents helped founded, it…. Isn't my clan's nor my home anymore, so, we're leaving, and you shan't change my mind as we are already preparing as I speak, so, if you two have any last words, speak it now for this meeting may the last one we shall have"

As the sun was slowly setting down in the sky, Ren could soon find Ashura and Indra standing on the balcony of the state of the Hokage, the highest, and biggest building on all of Konoha, where most inner politics occur, and where ANBU corps generally stay, guarding the place with their life. Of course, not even the corps themselves were experienced enough to find one as powerful and as quite as Ren himself, a man who was here ever since the beginning and was their predecessor in every aspect. The new generation couldn't fathom to match the older one- with the only exceptions being seemingly Ashura and Indra.

It was an odd sight, perhaps, for the lone hunter. It was almost like yesterday he saw these two boys as children. One with more focus than the other, but with potential nevertheless. And now, here they stood, almost perfect images of their parents, and perhaps just as strong, or even stronger, thanks to their blood flowing in their slimy veins.

Indra didn't seem surprised that Ren arrived, his eye, the which he dubbed the Eternal Mangenkyo Sharingan, seemingly able to sense him. His eye seemingly evolved when he saw his parents die together in the same bed, opening a new path of power that almost matched his mother's own third eye. Ashura, however, seemingly didn't inherit his mother's eyes, as he just blinked, as he turned to face Ren-- as he spoke.

Both dared to say not a word as he spoke, with Ashura only turning to see Indra.

"So this is what you wanted to tell me, huh, bro?"

Indra simply closed his eyes, and nodded, as Ashura looked down with a sad look on his face. "...You don't need to act so formal with us, Ren. You've essentially watched us grow." Spoke Ashura, as his gaze soon turned to the Hunter once more. "I was...Sorta afraid it came to this. I was planning on...Trying to fix your clan's rep, maybe find who was sending in those rumors and stuff-- But...Looks like I was too late, huh?"

"Ashura," Indra finally spoke. "He already knows that. Get to the point."

Ashura scratched the back of his head and groaned. "I got it, I got it, okay? I'm not good at this overly emotional stuff and you know it..." Principally when dad and mom died, is what he seemingly wanted to say. "So...I don't think I need to really say this, Ren, but...You're always welcome here. If you need shelter, food, or aid one day, know that Konoha has its doors open to you and all other clan members. We may be separated in body, but we're still deep there inside of you, in your heart! So...don't forget us, alright?"

 

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hura scratched the back of his head and groaned. "I got it, I got it, okay? I'm not good at this overly emotional stuff and you know it..." Principally when dad and mom died, is what he seemingly wanted to say. "So...I don't think I need to really say this, Ren, but...You're always welcome here. If you need shelter, food, or aid one day, know that Konoha has its doors open to you and all other clan members. We may be separated in body, but we're still deep there inside of you, in your heart! So...don't forget us, alright?"

Ren nods "I am glad, that some people in this village, are ones that can be trusted" Ren turned around and stepped onto the railing of the balcony "may the hunt give you good grace, and may the Good Blood watch over you and your legacy"

Ren then jumped off as he separated into a murder of crows that flew off, flew off to the rest of his clan, where they are now already doing the exodus, to the place that calls them, Carcossa, maybe there, they can find a place of their own.

 

[Kingly K Duel]

Now that the fight had finally ended, Cardicarious woke from his slumber, and brought forth three new cards to shape the world.
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Now that the cards descended upon the world, this would hopefully put an impact on the planet. A ravenous demon for the worthy to challenge. A tsunami to balance the scales of respect for the ocean, aimed at one random city. And last but not least...the entrance of a new digital era. The time had come for change. And change it would bring indeed...

 

[Revan4221]

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Arceus quickly as he was returning to the Hall of Origin created the knowledge of how to make “Pokeballs”. Small stone balls that is essentially a mobile pocket dimension. They can only on non sentient creatures however and mostly are specifically meant to use on the pokemon.

With that finished Arcues then creates the pokemon types of dragon, water, poison, rock, and ground. And spreads them accordingly in correct environments across the world.

With the simplistic actions finished he reaches the Hall of Origin where the Creation trio awaits. He greets them and gives them each a orb. Giratina’s in particular someone turns him into his Origin form. The orbs radiate Arceus’s own power and actually absorb into them. He explains to them about how they will allow them to harm any gods and protect them from being instantly killed by any ability because of his light protecting their very soul.

 

[Space Buddha]

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

"Can I get you a drink, sir?"

The creature floated in place, remaining silent.

"Can I get you... Anything?"

The "core" of the creature began to glow.


/TELL ME OF YOUR WORLD. HUMAN./

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spoiler: Translation

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

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

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

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

/I REQUIRE MORE DATA./

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

/ELABORATE ON AREA YOU DESIGNATE 'SUNFALL REEF'/

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

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

"I get it man, I get it."

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

Spoiler: Translation

Self Explanatory

/TELL ME MORE/

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

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

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

"Uh... Sure..."

/HAVE YOU ANY OTHER NEWS?/

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

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Solar Plexus Clown gliders exist, and piracy is at an all time low with most factions being busy searching for Tiamat's artifacts. Demons, now led by Cyognax, a demon who can fire ship-to-ship siege lasers, however, have used this as an opportunity to pirate without any competition. Scrying also no longer works correctly, and now only grants access to Earth's internet.

/GLORIOUS./

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







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( NihiloExDeus | Selee-01 )

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




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

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

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

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

"Much better. You may indeed."

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

Spoiler: Meryl

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VomitIcicle


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

 

[Selee-01]

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

"Can I get you a drink, sir?"

The creature floated in place, remaining silent.

"Can I get you... Anything?"

The "core" of the creature began to glow.


/TELL ME OF YOUR WORLD. HUMAN./

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spoiler: Translation

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

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

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

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

Spoiler: Translation

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

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

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

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

/I REQUIRE MORE DATA./

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

Spoiler: translation

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

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

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

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

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

Spoiler: translation

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

/ELABORATE ON AREA YOU DESIGNATE 'SUNFALL REEF'/

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

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

"I get it man, I get it."

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

Spoiler: Translation

Self Explanatory

/TELL ME MORE/

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

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

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

"Uh... Sure..."

/HAVE YOU ANY OTHER NEWS?/

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

Spoiler: translation

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

/GLORIOUS./

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







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( NihiloExDeus | Selee-01 )

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




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

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

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

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

"Much better. You may indeed."

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

Spoiler: Meryl

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VomitIcicle


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

Zyr’abaoth Conversational

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Zyr’abaoth contemplated the thread of time, from past to future. For a moment He did not move. Then He spoke.

IF MY LIGHT HAD NOT BEEN SLAIN DEATH WOULD HAVE ENDED AND THIS ONE WOULD NOT BE REBORN

THIS ONE THANKS YOU

ALL OF YOU

 

[Celestial Speck]

Zyr’abaoth Conversational

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Zyr’abaoth contemplated the thread of time, from past to future. For a moment He did not move. Then He spoke.

IF MY LIGHT HAD NOT BEEN SLAIN DEATH WOULD HAVE ENDED AND THIS ONE WOULD NOT BE REBORN

THIS ONE THANKS YOU

ALL OF YOU

As Ocaeril sat in the throne, he stood proud with his new outfit and look. His fox-like ears and tails finally seemed to have popped back up though, and his tattoos were finally back in his body, representing the Winds and everything else magical in the world. As he stretched and yawned, he turned to look at everyone else, first turning to Inqui, whose throne was seemingly close to his, and now, the dragon slime girl was sleeping peacefully next to him. Ever since the absorption of Yimor, she's been sleepier, and...A lot less emotive. Of course, he expected that given it was Yimor, but at the same time, it worried him deeply.

...However, what worried him even more, was the new face that popped back up. As Zyr'abaoth appeared, Ocaeril's jaw let out a 'thump' as it essentially hit the ground, as he stared at him, already putting Inqui's head on his lap so she didn't see him as she was asleep, and began to slowly evolve her mind to make her more willing to hang with Zyr, although not enough so it cost one of his actions.

"Uh-huh. Cool beans." The god said, doing his best to evolve Inqui's mind, as he was not prepared to fight yet another dragon. "Hey-- Just a question, you're not gonna go like, go full kill-everything-and-everyone as Yimor did, right? Are you gonna be cool?" Please be cool. Please just let Yimor be a paranoid fuck.

NihiloExDeus

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

 

[Selee-01]

As Ocaeril sat in the throne, he stood proud with his new outfit and look. His fox-like ears and tails finally seemed to have popped back up though, and his tattoos were finally back in his body, representing the Winds and everything else magical in the world. As he stretched and yawned, he turned to look at everyone else, first turning to Inqui, whose throne was seemingly close to his, and now, the dragon slime girl was sleeping peacefully next to him. Ever since the absorption of Yimor, she's been sleepier, and...A lot less emotive. Of course, he expected that given it was Yimor, but at the same time, it worried him deeply.

...However, what worried him even more, was the new face that popped back up. As Zyr'abaoth appeared, Ocaeril's jaw let out a 'thump' as it essentially hit the ground, as he stared at him, already putting Inqui's head on his lap so she didn't see him as she was asleep, and began to slowly evolve her mind to make her more willing to hang with Zyr, although not enough so it cost one of his actions.

"Uh-huh. Cool beans." The god said, doing his best to evolve Inqui's mind, as he was not prepared to fight yet another dragon. "Hey-- Just a question, you're not gonna go like, go full kill-everything-and-everyone as Yimor did, right? Are you gonna be cool?" Please be cool. Please just let Yimor be a paranoid fuck.

NihiloExDeus

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

Zyr’abaoth Conversational
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The void-black silhouette of a dragon loomed.

LET ME SAY THAT YIMOR’DROTH WAS MIGHTY, AND DID NOT ACT WITHOUT REASON

THEY WERE QUITE RATIONAL WHEN I KNEW THEM

 

[KolastoRPN]

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Dawn of the New Year: 1300




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

"Can I get you a drink, sir?"

The creature floated in place, remaining silent.

"Can I get you... Anything?"

The "core" of the creature began to glow.


/TELL ME OF YOUR WORLD. HUMAN./

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spoiler: Translation

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

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

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

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

Spoiler: Translation

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

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

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

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

/I REQUIRE MORE DATA./

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

Spoiler: translation

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

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

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

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

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

Spoiler: translation

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

/ELABORATE ON AREA YOU DESIGNATE 'SUNFALL REEF'/

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

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

"I get it man, I get it."

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

Spoiler: Translation

Self Explanatory

/TELL ME MORE/

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

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

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

"Uh... Sure..."

/HAVE YOU ANY OTHER NEWS?/

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

Spoiler: translation

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

/GLORIOUS./

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







Meanwhile...
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( NihiloExDeus | Selee-01 )

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




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

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

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

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

"Much better. You may indeed."

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

Spoiler: Meryl

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VomitIcicle


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

Helsa leaned back calmly in her throne, her mind filled with crazed thoughts as she looked over the gods before her. To those that hadn't known her for too long, they wouldn't have noticed too much, beyond a crazed glint in her eyes. To those that had, they would have felt that something was wrong about how she looked over them, as if something was missing from her gaze. But to Ocaeril and Inqui, her eyes worried them.

Ocaeril didn't see the arrogance and self-assuredness Helsa usually had. All that was in her eyes was pure madness.

And Inqui...

Inqui felt as if she was looking into the eyes of someone with Mental Pollution. A-Ranked Mental Pollution.

Zyr’abaoth Conversational

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Zyr’abaoth contemplated the thread of time, from past to future. For a moment He did not move. Then He spoke.

IF MY LIGHT HAD NOT BEEN SLAIN DEATH WOULD HAVE ENDED AND THIS ONE WOULD NOT BE REBORN

THIS ONE THANKS YOU

ALL OF YOU

"Well...isn't this interesting...a new dragon to fill the void left by the old one...and a new Abomination as well..." Helsa mused quietly.

"I wonder what they'll bring..."

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

NihiloExDeus

 

[Celestial Speck]

Zyr’abaoth Conversational
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The void-black silhouette of a dragon loomed.

LET ME SAY THAT YIMOR’DROTH WAS MIGHTY, AND DID NOT ACT WITHOUT REASON

THEY WERE QUITE RATIONAL WHEN I KNEW THEM

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

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

 

[Selee-01]

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

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

Zyr’abaoth Conversational
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I SHALL RESTORE THE RIGHTFUL AFTERLIFE

 

[Celestial Speck]

Helsa leaned back calmly in her throne, her mind filled with crazed thoughts as she looked over the gods before her. To those that hadn't known her for too long, they wouldn't have noticed too much, beyond a crazed glint in her eyes. To those that had, they would have felt that something was wrong about how she looked over them, as if something was missing from her gaze. But to Ocaeril and Inqui, her eyes worried them.

Ocaeril didn't see the arrogance and self-assuredness Helsa usually had. All that was in her eyes was pure madness.

And Inqui...

Inqui felt as if she was looking into the eyes of someone with Mental Pollution. A-Ranked Mental Pollution.



"Well...isn't this interesting...a new dragon to fill the void left by the old one...and a new Abomination as well..." Helsa mused quietly.

"I wonder what they'll bring..."

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

NihiloExDeus

As Ocaeril turned to Helsa, his eyes blinked, as he stared deep into her. His third eye on his forehead slowly opened up, as it made a slight electricty sound. Like a sudden speed movement, or something along those lines. The eye didn't seem to be doing anything to her, aside from just staring deep at her, as Ocaeril reminded himself of Helsa's reaction to his apparent 'death', as a low 'shite' left his mouth, as he felt even more jumping down a bridge this time.

"Hey, uh, Hells, you alright there? How you doin'?"

Zyr’abaoth Conversational
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I SHALL RESTORE THE RIGHTFUL AFTERLIFE

"FUCKING SHITE!"

 

[Selee-01]

As Ocaeril turned to Helsa, his eyes blinked, as he stared deep into her. His third eye on his forehead slowly opened up, as it made a slight electricty sound. Like a sudden speed movement, or something along those lines. The eye didn't seem to be doing anything to her, aside from just staring deep at her, as Ocaeril reminded himself of Helsa's reaction to his apparent 'death', as a low 'shite' left his mouth, as he felt even more jumping down a bridge this time.

"Hey, uh, Hells, you alright there? How you doin'?"



"FUCKING SHITE!"

Zyr’abaoth Conversational

WHO WOULD DO THAT, EARTH-GODLING?

 

[KolastoRPN]

Helsa Conversational

As Ocaeril turned to Helsa, his eyes blinked, as he stared deep into her. His third eye on his forehead slowly opened up, as it made a slight electricty sound. Like a sudden speed movement, or something along those lines. The eye didn't seem to be doing anything to her, aside from just staring deep at her, as Ocaeril reminded himself of Helsa's reaction to his apparent 'death', as a low 'shite' left his mouth, as he felt even more jumping down a bridge this time.

"Hey, uh, Hells, you alright there? How you doin'?"

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

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