[OOC] Gods: A Deity Roleplay (High Casual, Low Advanced)

[Gizm0]

Ferrum, God of the Forge

Name: Ferrum

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Ferrum

(Ignore the mechanical arm on his back though) Ferrum stands at the full 14’ height. His arms are the color of silver, with which he crafts the metals within the Forge.

Personality:

Major Domain: The Forge

Minor Domain(s): Fire, Metal

Your Avatar:

Vatra

Called Vatra, standing at 261 feet, and around 400 feet from wingtip to wingtip, Vatra burns near constantly, the flames only hurting those not being honest of their intent and deeds. Vatra is rarely away from Ferrum, and often aids him around his own forge, keeping the fires burning endlessly to provide just the right temperature to create wonders of peace, of weapons of war.

Stance: Ferrum honestly cares little for who sits on the throne as King, and simply wishes to tend to his people and his forge. Because of this stance, he will provide weapons to those he feels are worth the effort, regardless of their views on the current political situation.

Relations:

Powers: Temperature Control, Metal. While not capable of creating fire out of thin air, Ferrum can bring the temperature around him up to intense level, and also back down to near freezing levels, he uses this to aid in his forging, while crafting things with his hands has given him a deep affinity for whenever a metal touches his skin, capable of bending it to his will the longer he has touched it. With this affinity his skin naturally hardens against strikes, making him extremely durable, especially with weapons he created.

Godly Equipment:
Fate’s Anvil: The primary anvil in which Ferrum forges the God Banes, combined with the Destined Hammer it allows Ferrum to transfer the power of the God in question into their weapon or item of choice.
Destined Hammer: The Hammer is the key part to forging God Banes and their items. The Hammer must be held by the God in question to allow a transfer of power into their item, before Ferrum physically beats the item with the God’s power. This is not a long process, the Hammer required to be carried for maybe a full day before Ferrum retrieves it for his Forge.
God-Smiter: This immense Warhammer is Ferrum’s God-Bane, favouring the power of destruction it holds of the speed of smaller and more elegant weapons, it captures Ferrum’s strength easily, each blow capable of cracking open mountains. This is a God Bane.

Demi Gods: None

Name of Land: Corantha

Lands: The lands of Corantha are mostly mountains with forests surrounding the outer edges, and great rivers of fresh water pour down the mountains in large numbers. The lands teem with game and predators, few of which approach the larger mountains.
People: Corantha is mostly filled with settlements of Dwarfs, with the odd human settlement nestled somewhere in the forests along the main routes into and out of Corantha.

Culture: Corantha’s culture is one that is not its own, for their God does not impose his will on them, and instead teaches them the art of forge-work and metalcraft, allowing them to grow as they wish. This in turn has led many of the dwarf communities to focus on metalcraft and mining for the materials required to forge. The scattered human settlements primarily focus on food production, trading with the dwarfs for their metalcraft in exchange for their produce. The homes of the dwarfs, built into the mountains themselves are strong and built to last, while the human settlements in the forests and the few plains tend to be made of wood and of solid design, the few permanent settlements have the beginnings of stone housing.

Technology: Roman Era

Capital: Corinth, largest Dwarf city built before the Valley of the Forge, which leads directly to Ferrum’s forge. The city is built into the mountain, going deep and far, with masterfully crafted halls and walkways mapping the length of their work. The entrance to the city is lined with statues of dwarf warriors watching the road, and the entrance to the Valley has two large guardians crafted into the rockface.

Beings: The Mountains are home to many creatures, the largest of which are the cyclopean giants, which mainly stick to their caves, but on occasion venture close to the towns and cities in search of fresh food in the form of meat. While he does not interfere directly against them in roaming from their caves, Ferrum has made it clear they are not to enter the boundaries of the cities and towns, those foolish enough to remain outside the boundaries when a cyclopean giant nears are not his concern.

[LokiLeo789]

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Seeing as my characters Nation is a series of islands they would probably be at least acquainted lol

@Core

Very well acquainted. Pledge thy loyalty....you'll be spared accordingly.

[LancerOfBlue]

All of the good subdomains for the Murder domain have been taken, so I hope I'm not indecisive but I'm taking the War Domain along with the subdomains of Subterfuge and Tactics! My Assassin-type god can be realized but simply not under the Murder Domain so sorry for my change (If no one has claimed it already, which I do not see).

[Arty Fox]

All Done! :D

Lacetris, God of Darkness

Name: Lacetris

Gender: Depends, though majority of the time neutral so ‘they/them’

Appearance

Around 12 foot tall

Personality: An odd mix of talkative, yet quiet at the same time. Lacetris is also somewhat scatter brained with an almost constant look of someone who isn’t entirely there or has misplaced something important. Despite their shortcomings Lacetris accepts any favours asked of them though does take failure very badly sometimes to the point of ignoring such a thing ever happened in the first place.

Major Domain: Darkness

Minor Domains: Dreams and Stars

Avatar

A very strange creature that has the effect of making those nearby question if they're actually awake or not

Stance: Lacetris is somewhat concerned to the current state of things and hopes to take up the throne themselves but is currently unsure as to how to go about doing it.

Relations:
- Is sympathetic to Ilyona current state and does what they can to help make things easier

Powers:
- Lacetris can send people to sleep with a simple touch. While on mortals the effect seems almost immediate for Gods and those of extreme power they instead just become very sleepy.
- Additionally, Lacetris can appear from wherever there are shadows, presuming there are no wards around the area to prevent them, though they will need a moment to gather their bearings and while the size of the shadow doesn’t matter too much it must be clearly defined and the space they’re entering large enough to accommodate their size.

Godly Equipment:
- Fishing Rod: a simple fishing rod that Lacetris uses to grab hold of people’s dreams and thoughts, leaving many people wondering why they had entered a specific room or unable to remember a very good dream.
- Paint Brush: Using captured dreams and thoughts Lacetris can colour the night sky in beautiful hues of every colour and dapple it with stars.

Demi Gods:
Aldorean: One of the very few Enchalin whose academic studies are taken seriously by others. After spending the majority of her many years studying the heavens there are very few Mortals who can name as many of the stars and constellations off the top of their head as she can.

Name of your Land: Donovign

Lands:
Most of Donovign is a desert of shifting black sand that clings to the back of one’s throat unpleasantly. Of what little plant life there is to speak of is bleached almost pure white by the suns painful gaze, so hot that any rivers and estuaries feeding into the landlocked kingdom have completely evaporated, resulting in ‘Trees of the Dead’ and cacti every few miles. Most the local wild life are insects though several larger animals can be seen migrating during the cooler months in search of oasis.

Aside from the deadly heat, venomous wildlife and lack of water one must also be able to deal with the sandstorms that rage the desert that can appear and disappear with barely a minutes warning. While the Gods may be able to withstand deafening roar or razor sharp sand grinding their skin to oblivion those of the Mortal variety are encourage to wear as much protection as they can and await the storm to pass.

However, this is not to say that Donovign is dead. During the night leaves and flowers bloom everywhere to drink in the moonlight. An incredibly rare flower only blooms during a meteor shower and is said to cure any disease or even halt death itself. Known as the Nova Star it's petal shine with the light of a thousand stars.

People:
Enchalrin: human-like beings with leathery skin and wider jaws to accommodate two rows of teeth, both top and bottom. Their hair is probably the most startling of all given that it can come in almost all shades of colour, and extends from the forehead down to just above the shoulder blades with tufts on their elbows. Nails more closely resembling claws and arms long enough to comfortably walk on all fours, the other races tend to look down on them.

Those who ventures into the other kingdoms for a different life are often set to manual labour in mines or forges where their resistance to extreme heat and great strength are most useful. Occasionally one or two do make it to more academic lines of work but it’s difficult to be taken seriously.

Culture:
A strange variation on desert nomads the Enchalrin can read the ‘Desert Tides’ to find underground wells and newly formed oasis. Around such places towns and villages will spring up in a matter of days, the brick making skills of Enchalrin being almost completely unrivalled. Sometimes the wells can last years, or even occasionally decades, but either way when the wells are dried up all the inhabitants pack up what they can carry on their backs and simply move on to the next place. Wrapped in rags and fabrics groups, or more accurately packs mostly made up of extended family, of Enchalrin can make for ghostly processions across the dessert at night as they search for a new home.
In each pack, there is at least one ‘Star Walker’ who extensively studies the stars. They are looked to for many important decisions that need to be made such as times of planting food and when the best time to harvest the crops would be. Although, it should be noted that most food comprises of insects, herbs of the night and any meat they can buy from travelling merchants.

Among the Enchalrin there is one sacred rule; do not eat the Nova Flower, for only the Gods may dine upon it and survive the fire of the heavens that course through its petals. Punishment for attempting to do so is to be branded a Heretic and banished. No other pack will take in a Heretic so those who do not make it to another kingdom die.
Technology: Viking levels at best.

Capital:
Astrom – The City of Dreams

The oldest and one of the few stationary settlements in Donovign it sits near to the southern edge like a sleeping giant. There’s no planning to any of the buildings or streets between so that only those who have lived there for all their life can navigate it with relative ease. The Capital doesn’t exactly grow but instead simply spreads out further as packs congregate together, build their homes and then later move on.

Being near the edge of Donovign the capital experiences rainy seasons and while it’s great that the inhabitants have a semi reliable source of water, sometimes it does cause several buildings to collapse and flooding to occur in several places. Without any proper sewage system, it’s a common occurrence for disease to run rampant during such times.

Most citizens stay to the outer circles of Astrom reusing homes left behind by those who have left, or simply constructing their own and furthering Astroms growth. This has led to many areas closer to the centre of the capital to become ghost towns the fringes of which Children tend to play. Only the very brave or the very foolish dare to explore further. The closer to the centre you get the more dilapidated the buildings become, their corpses strewn across roads making travel difficult. Oddly enough those who have returned from Central Astrom swear that it gets darker, colder and there’s an unshakable sense of someone or something watching you.

At the very centre of Astrom there is a small hut though it is much larger within and filled with many different barrels, caskets and boxes filled with all the dreams and thoughts Lacetris has gathered of the centuries he has yet to find a use for. Everyone knows that Lacetris isn’t the best at remembering things and there are stories of the nightmares they forgot.

Beings:
- Trilo-mare: Horrifying beasts that prowl Astroms central circles where it’s coldest. Like oversized rats they swarm their prey in waves of red eyes and rotten teeth.
- Bitros: The result of breeding a goat with a camel, something the discoverer of the species swears was simply a scientific experiment, they look like undersized camels with stocky legs, horns and produce so much wool that if left for more than a few months they could easily be crushed by the weight of it. The wool isn’t very good quality but then again neither is the meat or milk.

Just gimme a shout if I need to change anything :)

[Yennefer]

@LancerOfBlue you can have overlapping minor domains

[Sophrus]

Saving Progress (Again)

it still needs some fleshing out but what do yall think so far?

Hider

Name: Xsar

Gender: None

Appearance:

Hider

Personality: Xsar is a jubilant and happy God, generally. His mood changes on a whim, and his actions also reflect this, he is often changing with each passing fancy. Underneath it all there does seem to be a wicked intelligence capable of true magnificence but fractured through his insanity.

Major Domain: Madness

Minor Domains: joy, Scholars (the pursuit of knowledge)

Your Avatar:

Shambling horror

Stance: Xsar's loyalty is random at best or schizophrenic at worst on the surface, but beneath the shifting tides of loyalty there is a method to his madness.

Relations:

Powers: Xsar's powers are as insane as himself, he probably isn't actually aware of the extent of his abilities. He could cause an entire battalion of raging ogres to suddenly become a raging battalion of hamsters, or cause them to break down into a hallucinatory rage or have all their armor simply vanish. nobody knows and Malal certainly doesnt.

He also can single handedly start a raving party, with his powers over Joy he can use this power to liven up a party or more sickeningly, make his soldiers perfectly happy while getting maimed in combat laughing as their platoon is destroyed.

Finally his power over scholars and the pursuit of knowledge is not an offensive ability but it ties in with his domain of madness. he can fill scholars with obsessive compulsions to learn more driving them to the brink of sanity and straining their health. The use of this ability has generated knowledge about great secrets and forbidden knowledge that Xsar and his scholars will share freely, broadcasting divine secrets from the rooftops.
Godly Equipment:

Demi Gods:

Mad Knight

The Mad Knight is a berzerker in his true form, thinking of nothing but combat and bloodshed. When he is not being used as Xsar's champion or soldier he is kept as a prisoner atop a tower with several elite ogres specifically trained to protect the domain safe from the Mad Knight.

The Librarian Quealana

She is a blind Scholar with a broken body, her lower half born fused with a spider. but her intelligence is vast, and she is obsessed with accumulating knowledge. Her immobile form sits in the entrance to the extra-dimensional library. very few can navigate the library successfully because beyond the books of common knowledge it becomes very dangerous, but the rewards can be great finding by books that have not been written yet. The librarian Quealana knows how to navigate the twisted maze of space and time within the library but is unable to move herself. A few trusted scholars with armed gaurds will sometimes venture deeper into the library with enough gear to survive for several days if they get lost.

Name of your Land: Asajnoksdfjigopdshiergknowqohiyhdsog (Commonly known as Wonderland)

Lands: The geography of wonderland is quite unremarkable, great plains stretching for miles the lands are fertile with rolling farmland around a great city with a massive pyramid at its center. Beyond the farmlands the terrain becomes ever more strange and wild, to the north forests of great mushrooms with tribes of Mycellium-Men stomping through the undergrowth protecting their forest from the Mushroom soup bandits. In the south there is nothing but vast desert and the great wurms that are believed to be immortals but nobody is actually sure. In the center of the southern desert is a floating platform of Xsar's design that has a scale map of each land modeled to perfection, each building in each city made to excruciating detail. to the east and west are great forests that seem to be normal, but contain dreaded creatures within them. Many of them are not neccecarily evil, some are quite friendly, but quite dangerous.

People: In the City are mostly regular human beings, with Mushroom men traders coming down to trade from the forests to the north. However several Immortals such as ogres and Shoggoth live along side humans with little issues.

Culture: The human culture is resembles a proto-Egyptian culture with some coloring of tribal aztec culture. however there is often some Mushroom man traders, and

Technology: High Bronze age for the most of society, however the military and the high ranking members of in the capital do have access to early medieval weapons and armor.

Capital: Umlaut, the Capital city is the only true city in Wonderland for the most part it operates as any other city with the exception of the grand Pyramid in the center. upon entering the Pyramid the internal structure's geometry is something that strains the mind most human's do not enter the pyramid unless they have to because most of them feel quite ill within an hour of being inside. Most immortal beings however merely find it confusing or uneasy.

Beings: Ogres: Hulking masses of muscle, unlike most of their cousins the ogres in Wonderland are very friendly and rowdy. occasionally wounding a human with an over excited hug.
Shoggoth: These are blob like creatures that are immensely strong lifting stone slabs weighing tons by flowing their whole body under the slab and stabilizing it by extruding tentacles from their body.
Fae: Several races of Fae live in wonderland, mostly little pixies and faries that are not immortals but live far longer than most humans, they mostly do very little but occasionally become a secret maid service or cobbler employees. The terms of these contracts are obviously a form of madness.

[Tackytaff]

Okay very rough first draft for sure going to go in and chage/add more things later I just don't want to fall too far behind.

Janin WIP

it's giant I am so sorry

Name: Janin The Bringer of Festivities

Gender: Female

Personality: Ignorance is bliss for Janin. She is lazy, indulgent, and aloof. Not quite the gifts anyone desires in their god, and certainly not a mother. Her mortal subjects amuse her and serve little other purpose, their own struggles and ‘morality’ itself has never been of interest to her, so she never learned much about it; her people’s lives mean very little to her. The feelings her subject have towards her vary from fear to love, but very few respect her for any reason more than her divinity. That said her apathy leads her to be rather joyous; so long as no one tries to correct the way she leads her life and people.

Major Domain: Alcohol and inebriation

Minor Domains: Dance and Music

Avatar:

appearance

A massive scorpion, reaching nearly a mile in length and half as wide. It’s black exoskeleton is impenetrable to any mortal’s weapon, and it’s pincers strong shatter boulders. The venom contained in the stinger is massively stronger to its mortal counter-part.

Stance: Janin would much rather no one take the role of leader. Apart from that she has no qualms about who takes it

Relations: TBD

Powers:
Shapeshifting; Janin can change into much more than just her avatar, including the ability to appear mortal herself.
Teleportation; Self-explanatory, Janin can shift herself in space without actually moving. Of course she has to know exactly where she is going less she find herself three miles in the side of a mountain. It requires less thinking of a place to teleport to, and more the direction and length she must travel.

Godly Equipment:
Infinite chalice; a glass that is forever brimming with strong, never empties or spills but may be poured.
Crooked Lyre: A lyre that when she plays upon can tap into the emotions of mortals, and while not directly controlling them can ease a person into calmness or whirl them into a passion.

Demi-Gods: Twins; Olek and Alek

Olek

Olek never much cared for being a deity of any sort. He dislikes and distrusts Janin with anything, not that his opinion held much greater value to her than a mortal’s. The bulk of his life has been spent away from the settled coastline and instead traveling the wide deserts of Tarrne, often using his inherited strength and teleportation ability to aid Scorpio tribes into trusting him.

Alek

Where Olek is distant, indifferent and nearly cold to their mother, his twin can hardly be apart from her. Alek inherited shape-shifting ability, and tends to prefer animal forms over her true shape. The people of Tarren have become so accustomed to seeing an animal beside their god, she is often portrayed more as a familiar than demi-god. The rare occasions she leaves Janin’s side, she is with her brother, though they do not understand one another, there remains a trust and closeness.

Land: Tarren is a large nation, nearly stretching twice as far from north to south as it does east to west. Vast as it may be, it is mostly desert and only the north cost is properly inhabited and developed.
People: Humans and Scorpios

Culture: It would be easiest to say Tarren survives on the back of its slaves, the number of which is vastly greater than the rest of the human populace. Slaves can come from anyways, occasionally traders come in from other nations, nomads found in the desert can be claimed if they have no waiting family to be found, or if someone where simply to fall out of favour with their fickle god the could find themselves in chains. While the slaves may not be happy, there has never been a proper uprising. Or at least a successful one. The ‘master’ class find no need for education or personal betterment, the best and only way to gain favour with their goddess is to entertain her with lavish feasts, parties and shows. The upper-class lives in constant indulgence while their slaves tend to their farms and breweries. It comes as little surprise that that main trade in Tarren is wine-making, vineyards can be found less land two miles outside of the capital, and the people boast there are more types of drink to be had in Tarren then there are people who live there.

Slaves in Tarren are treated in varying degrees. It is up to each slave-owner how their own business/household is run. For the most part, they are allowed to partake in monthly festivities and some are even offered small wages. Freeing a slave is possible in theory, though there are no documents in the mostly illiterate culture, and no records. So a freed slave without family, sufficient funds to begin his own trade, or a chance to get out of Tarren completely is likely to find himself/herself back on the market.

The lack of proper government and rule leaves Tarren in an almost constant state of chaos. No cities are truly safe, or even all that clean. ‘Crime’ run rampant, though what constitutes a crime isn’t very clear in the first place. It is a land of instability and gratification, and could propably be taken over by an opposing force very easily, if any outside force could see anything redeemable in such a ruin of an empire.

Capital: Capri Bay, a colourfull city towards the east on the north coast, frequented by both traders and travelers. Where it is not surrounded by sea, it is saddled by fruit farms, reaching back to an encircling mountain-range shielding the tropical, humid land from the harsh desert winds. Estimated population; 3000 (roughly three times as many slaves occupy the area including the farmland).

Technology: Early-medieval

Beings: Scorpios: Half giant scorpion half-man creatures that populate the inland of Tarren, mostly in small nomadic tribes. The humans have foolishly tried to enslave groups of them at a time, always failing and often falling to their venomous stingers and bone-shattering pincers. Lone straglers have on rare occasions been found. In such cases slaves are sent to remove the stinger from the creature and bind its claws. These are prized possessions among the high class, and often put on display at parties. The removed stingers are given Janin, who uses the deadly venom in her own wine, such gifts are one of the few ways to assure favour with the goddess, for a time at least.

[Obscene Symphony]

@Yennefer is it possible for the gods to disguise themselves so that they can walk among the mortals unnoticed? Lots of classical mythology had gods do that kind of thing all the time. Here, of course, it wouldn't fool a fellow god, but mortals would be none the wiser. Eh?

[Thundercrash]

@Yennefer This looks interesting. I'd like to claim War please.

[ClocktowerEchos]

@Yennefer This looks interesting. I'd like to claim War please.

@Thundercrash

Unfortunately this RP is Full atm mate, we've got a load of players already.

[Bubsy 2]

I finally have a space where I can actually work on my CS! :D

@Yennefer is it possible for the gods to disguise themselves so that they can walk among the mortals unnoticed? Lots of classical mythology had gods do that kind of thing all the time. Here, of course, it wouldn't fool a fellow god, but mortals would be none the wiser. Eh?

@Obscene Symphony

To build on this I'd also like to ask if it's out of the realm of possibility to have a God that takes a bit more of a mortal looking form more often than not. For me I think it would be befitting for a trickster God to look like an average person.

@Yennefer

[Yennefer]

@Obscene Symphony@Diggerton They can completely change their appearance, and shrink down sure. But I'd put the the compromise that if pretending to be mortal, they are mortal while they are in the guise of one.

[Shmektheshmuck]

Here we go, done, plz accept me.

My Hider

Name: Arae

Gender: Male

Appearance: Heres a pic of the hick(not really)
http://www.akiba-station.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/spice_wolf_ookami_season2_lawrence_1.jpg

Personality: greedy, usually keeps to himself, educated in trade... has a normal voice like any other guy.

Major Domain: greed.

Minor Domains: merchants and commerce.

Your Avatar: A cat.

Stance: the thought of becoming the king of gods came over him, but he thought logically and realised that the "god of greed" may not be looked fondly at. So for now he is neutral as the trading centre of the world.

Relations: pretty neutral with everyone, anyone who is a merchant looks to him.

Powers: He's pretty useless but he can fight with a sword, usually he is the one betting who'd win, also he can make a person rich or poor if need be, he can also make beings cause he's a god.

Godly Equipment: Clothes, normal clothes. A letter knife, opens letters. A cool hat, it's pretty cool. A hand bag that can hold anything, it's pretty handy.

Demi Gods: Liptus, the creator of coins, he makes money for a living. Increased strength and agility cause he's a Demi god.

Name of your Land: Thipta.

Lands: it is a quite small land compared to other lands, it is a hot desert and is mainly used as the trading capital of the world, the plants and wildlife there are sacred and will not be harmed, there is only one city in the centre of the lands and many small towns and villages dotted around here and there as well as some oasises, oasis's, oasi.

People: Commonly human but there are many other races from other lands.

Culture: They farm and live off of the sacred trees of Kirn. This is a picture of what their architecture would probably look like: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e1/Brueghel-tower-of-babel.jpg
They also have a special day of celebration for the land of great commerce.

Technology: Medieval European/medieval middle eastern.

Capital: Reoles, as shown in the link above.

Beings: The great behemoths of Drekar, big woolly elephant things without tusks.
Sand elementals.
Fire elementals.
Other beings from other lands.

[ClocktowerEchos]

@ShmektheshmuckWe aren't accepting any more players, we're full atm.

[Shmektheshmuck]

Alright then :3

[Obscene Symphony]

If anyone is interested, my WIP sheet is on my scratchpad, you can see it from my profile ^_^

[Sophrus]

Saving Progress (Again)((again))

ok, I think its done, However im pretty loopy right now, so forgive my most serious technical errors (ill fix it later)

Hider

Name: Xsar

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Hider

Personality: Xsar is a jubilant and happy God, generally. His mood changes on a whim, and his actions also reflect this, he is often changing with each passing fancy. Underneath it all there does seem to be a wicked intelligence capable of true magnificence but fractured through his insanity.

Major Domain: Madness

Minor Domains: joy, Scholars (the pursuit of knowledge)

Your Avatar:

Shambling horror

Stance: Xsar's loyalty is random at best or schizophrenic at worst on the surface, but beneath the shifting tides of loyalty there is a method to his madness.

Relations: Rabble Rouser with Janin @Tackytaff
Thorn in the side of @agentmanatee
Oh and i helped kill War with... someone
(Probably more, PM me for ideas)

Powers: Xsar's powers are as insane as himself, he probably isn't actually aware of the extent of his abilities. He could cause an entire battalion of raging ogres to suddenly become a raging battalion of hamsters, or cause them to break down into a hallucinatory rage or have all their armor simply vanish. nobody knows and Malal certainly doesnt.

He also can single handedly start a raving party, with his powers over Joy he can use this power to liven up a party or more sickeningly, make his soldiers perfectly happy while getting maimed in combat laughing as their platoon is destroyed.

Finally his power over scholars and the pursuit of knowledge is not an offensive ability but it ties in with his domain of madness. he can fill scholars with obsessive compulsions to learn more driving them to the brink of sanity and straining their health. The use of this ability has generated knowledge about great secrets and forbidden knowledge that Xsar and his scholars will share freely, broadcasting divine secrets from the rooftops.


Godly Equipment:
Helm of discord: At will Xsar can surround himself with vibrant life like hallucinations drawn from the twisted nightmares of Xsar himself. Often times these take the "shape" of twisted monstrosities who have no concept of biology or how creatures should exist. Xsar seems largely uneffected by the use of the helm but will often confuse and horrify lesser creatures.

Rift Stone: A polished grey stone about the size of a fist that can tear holes through reality to other points within his own domain. With some effort on the part of Xsar he can use it to move from anywhere and into his domain, but not to leave. Also the time between departure and arrival seems random at best, taking only seconds or sometimes days. (note: there is often a mild dusting of powdered sugar on the ground wherever his portals had been used)

A copy of the Infinite chalice: Xsar was very jealous of the Infinite Chalice used by Janin so he made a crude copy for his own use. It is a simple clay goblet painted as if by a child with flowers and terribly drawn animals. BUT! it works, the goblet holds an infinite amount of wine, cheap and sour wine granted, but an infinite amount.

Demi Gods:

Gate Keeper

The Gate Keeper is a deranged paranoid maniac who denies all access to the lower levels of the Pyramid. The only person seen passing the gate keeper is Xsar himself. The only power he has is true and complete immortality. his limbs can be severed but he will still survive, and taunt his foe.

The gate keeper uses a Quick Silver blade, a sword made of liquid metal that shifts its balance constantly during combat. It is not a Gods Bane weapon, but it is a very difficult weapon to use the gate keeper however is a master with the weapon.

The Librarian Quealana

She is a blind Scholar with a broken body, her lower half born fused with a spider. but her intelligence is vast, and she is obsessed with accumulating knowledge. Her immobile form sits in the entrance to the extra-dimensional library. very few can navigate the library successfully because beyond the books of common knowledge it becomes very dangerous, but the rewards can be great finding by books that have not been written yet. The librarian Quealana knows how to navigate the twisted maze of space and time within the library but is unable to move herself. A few trusted scholars with armed gaurds will sometimes venture deeper into the library with enough gear to survive for several days if they get lost.

Name of your Land: Asajnoksdfjigopdshiergknowqohiyhdsog (Commonly known as Wonderland)

Lands: The geography of wonderland is quite unremarkable, great plains stretching for miles the lands are fertile with rolling farmland around a great city with a massive pyramid at its center. Beyond the farmlands the terrain becomes ever more strange and wild, to the north forests of great mushrooms with tribes of Mycellium-Men stomping through the undergrowth protecting their forest from the Mushroom soup bandits. In the south there is nothing but vast desert and the great wurms that are believed to be immortals but nobody is actually sure. In the center of the southern desert is a floating platform of Xsar's design that has a scale map of each land modeled to perfection, each building in each city made to excruciating detail. to the east and west are great forests that seem to be normal, but contain dreaded creatures within them. Many of them are not neccecarily evil, some are quite friendly, but quite dangerous.

People: In the City are mostly regular human beings, with Mushroom men traders coming down to trade from the forests to the north. However several Immortals such as ogres and Shoggoth live along side humans with little issues.

Culture: The human culture is resembles a proto-Egyptian culture with some coloring of tribal aztec culture. however there is often some Mushroom man traders. However they do not keep slaves, mostly its just the wearing of robes and feathers with the occasional blood sacrifice to Xsar that he never asked for, but is always appreciated. The rest of his domain is populated by mad bandits, who are like normal bandits but like to give their victims a good song and dance routine while robbing them. Wandering tribes of humans surviving in the desert and only rarely being eaten by the great wurms of the desert

Technology: High Bronze and occasional stone age for the most of society, however the military and the high ranking members in the capital do have access to early medieval weapons and armor.

Capital: Umlaut, the Capital city is the only true city in Wonderland for the most part it operates as any other city with the exception of the grand Pyramid in the center. upon entering the Pyramid the internal structure's geometry is something that strains the mind most human's do not enter the pyramid unless they have to because most of them feel quite ill within an hour of being inside. Most immortal beings however merely find it confusing or uneasy.

Beings: Ogres: Hulking masses of muscle, unlike most of their cousins the ogres in Wonderland are very friendly and rowdy. occasionally wounding a human with an over excited hug.
Shoggoth: These are blob like creatures that are immensely strong lifting stone slabs weighing tons by flowing their whole body under the slab and stabilizing it by extruding tentacles from their body.
Fae: Several races of Fae live in wonderland, mostly little pixies and faries that are not immortals but live far longer than most humans, they mostly do very little but occasionally become a secret maid service or cobbler employees. The terms of these contracts are obviously a form of madness.
Dungeon Keepers: the truest form of the madness in the land, these are a race of berzerker demons that live underground and only occasionally harass the humans living on the surface. The part of the Gate Keeper's job is to prevent these demons from coming up into the Great Pyramid through its network of tunnels. or allow them to reach the hidden chamber in the base of the pyramid.

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Ahru

Gender: More often than not Ahru manifests as a female, although the benefits of shape changing for a legendary prankster such as herself are clear. Almost all traditional depictions reflect her preferred female form, however.

Appearance:

Ahru

Ahru is an oddity among her fellow Gods. Despite most of them preferring their imposing immortal form Ahru instead appears as a mere mortal woman at almost all times. After all, it's easier to trick mortals when you look like them. Moreover as a mortal her Godly peers take her less seriously, which she quite honestly prefers. In her mortal form she stands far below other Gods, a mere 5'6". She is a lithe women, possessing a slender and quick frame. The girl is pale with a face alight with freckles. She is beautiful, as most Gods are, which proves to be an asset in her pranks. It's easier for her to manipulate someone attracted to her, after all. Ahru maintains an air of jolliness and informality, a guise that has long become effortless for her. She has a predisposition to mindlessly space out, playing with her hair or swinging her legs to and fro as she sits, giving the impression that she is carefree even in the most dire situations. She hasn't felt the need to call upon her godly form for some time and as such few Gods but those she favors greatly can claim to have seen it in person.

Personality: Ahru is undoubtedly the most carefree of the Gods. She cares not for their politics unless, of course, she has the opportunity to make things more 'interesting'. She is a being in constant search of a new distraction. She is fickle, rash, and most of all mischievous. She is known as the Trickster of the Gods for good reason. While her peers may be interested in establishing order in the world she is the source of chaos. She revels in disrupting the plans of her fellow Gods and inflicting her whims on the mortal world. One should not be mistaken, she is not 'evil' as one would traditionally define it, but is merely interested in creating situations that in turn interest her. Perhaps the most dangerous aspect of dealing with her is the fact that she is quick to change her mind, constantly acting on her first impulse. Of course she derives entertainment from far more baser activities as well- dancing, singing, anything that might sate her desire for a good time. Most of all she enjoys playing simple pranks on the Gods themselves- while creating chaos in the world may be fun the thought of Aesis sitting on a whoopie cushion greatly appeals to her as well. Despite her comical personality Ahru is deceptively shrewd and intelligent, traits that make her a natural deceiver. Her licentious attitude causes many to underestimate her, a mistake that has caused the downfall of many. If one can put up with Ahru's antics they may find a valuable albeit annoying friend, but many of her fellow immortals find her insufferable.

Major Domain: Ahru is the God of Mischief, holding dominion over tricks, pranks, and more sinister acts of deception.

Minor Domains: Fortune, Secrets

Avatar:

The Jabberwock

The Jabberwock stands at nearly 150 feet, smaller than most Godly avatars but making up for the disparity in agility and ferocity. The Jabberwock is a fearsome creature, imperceptibly fast with strength to boot. Despite its vicious appearance and aptitude for combat The Jabberwock reflects the disposition of Ahru: It has not interest in fighting. It will not attack unless it or Ahru is attacked. Instead it is content with playing games with mere mortals and, occasionally, the Gods if they are so interested. The Jabberwock is a master of all games, approaching humans with a promise: Those that can beat it in any game will receive whatever their heart desires, but those that lose will be cursed to die in a painful and premature fashion.

Stance: Ahru, of course, has absolutely no interest in ruling the Gods. That would be, by her estimation, incredibly boring. She does not strongly support anyone, preferring to keep her allegiance for whoever proves to be most interesting.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: Who needs to pick a side? Ahru is on every side and no side. She had no allegiance, instead going from one side to another to ensure things stayed as interesting as possible.

Center of Power: Most Gods make their object of power something that's important to them or something that represents their power. Ahru's center of power is a mouse. A live mouse. Her more serious siblings have admonished her for making such an obviously terrible decision. Her response? She did it because it was fun. Having a living Center of Power was just so much more interesting! Luckily her mouse, whom she has named Puck, has grown fond of her and is reluctant to make an escape attempt. Puck will try to find its way back to her if lost as well/ To be quite frank Ahru likes the mouse as well, and considers making her Center of Power her pet one of her better decisions.

Relations: Pending more characters/communication with other players.

Powers: Ahru is a highly capable archer, said to never miss her mark. Being a trickster she is naturally very agile and hard to get a hold of. She has little skill in a melee to speak of, preferring to keep her distance and stay out of direct combat. Her greatest skill is that of guile, the ability to sneak and steal. Even without her Skeleton Key it is said that she can pick any non-magical lock. Ahru has the ability to peer into the mind of mortals and discover their darkest secrets; this ability does not work when used upon immortals. Despite her prowess in combat it is rare to see her in a battle; fighting simply does not match her definition of fun. Ahru's power lies truly in her ability to trick and deceive even the Gods. To this end while she is in mortal form she can change her shape at will, although is unable to exceed the size of her typical form.

Godly Equipment:
Sunstrike- Legend hold's that Ahru's bow, Sunstrike, has the power to pierce even the Sun, hence its name. She has yet to test this particular feature for fear of how she may alter existence as she knows it... and the wrath of Ilyona. However it is certain that an arrow shot from Sunstrike is very hard to stop, able to pierce shields, armor, and just about everything in the mortal world. Each arrow shot from the bow is rendered nigh unstoppable. Despite the great urge to wreak havoc with the weapon Ahru does demonstrate an uncharacteristic restraint with it, for fear that her peers will take it from her if she gets too eager. The bow is crafted from the light of the Moon itself, the limbs of the weapon having an ethereal quality, seemingly made of moonlight but nigh unbreakable. The string is taken from a lock of Ahru's own hair- not that of her mortal form, but of her godly form. It is a weapon greatly treasured by the trickster. It is a God's Bane weapon, although she has yet to try to claim an immortal life with it.

The Dagger That Does Not Cut- One of the most curious weapons in the God's arsenal is her dagger. As the name implies the dagger is incredibly dull and is unable to cut even the softest of cheese. Despite this it is completely unbreakable no matter how much force is applied to it. The dagger has another curious property: All who touch its blade are destined to misfortune. Their plans will fail, their loved ones will come to shun them, they will lose their wealth, and for the rest of their life, however long that may be, they will be shrouded by misfortune. She has yet to see how the dagger will affect a God, but it is not a God's Bane weapon, so it is unknown how much of the dagger's properties will work upon an immortal. Ahru suspects that while it is not able to kill a God it will give them a burst of bad fortune.

Skeleton Key- Ahru's greatest tool, a key that can open any lock. Its head has the design of a skull, but the rest of the key is ever changing to match the lock it will fit into. Only Ahru knows the secret to creating a lock that will not yield to the key, but she of course refuses to share this knowledge.

Cloak of Night- When one looks upon the cloak it seems to be night itself- the black canvas seemingly as dark as the night's sky filled with glowing points of light that look like stars. It is a beautifully crafted garment made from the wool of a winged black ram; a strange creature borne into the mortal world by Rieth himself. The cloak has the unusual ability of turning all who wear it completely invisible, undoubtedly a useful tool in the trickster's arsenal.

Ahru's Slippers- The unfortunate result of Ahru's own attempts at making a tool worthy of her pranks. These ill fitting slippers are ugly; a craftsman Ahru is not. There are made of the leather taken from a centaur and blessed with her own power. They are an ugly shade of brown and the shoe is improperly glued together, threatening constantly to come apart but never committing to self-destruction. They are uncomfortable on Ahru's feet but she finds herself wearing them often, perhaps because she feels some semblance of pride in their design, or, more likely, because of their extra-ordinary properties. Those who wear produce no sound from their feet. That is to say the sound of footsteps or that of falling are imperceptible to all but the wearer.

Demi Gods:

Várlil the Vile

Várlil is Ahru's first born son, spawn of one of the few able to beat the Jabberwock in a game. Várlil is a murderer, raper, and committer of many more vile deeds in the mortal world- he is like his mother in the fact that he commits acts of chaos for his mere amusement, although he is far more evil. He encompasses the darker side of her mischief. Quite frankly Ahru would prefer to ignore him, never having need to call upon him, embarrassed by his crassness and violent tendencies. He has the supernatural strength that Ahru possesses alongside all gods and her great skill with the bow.

Reynard The Fox

Reynard appears less a fox and more some creature of magic. Ahru is the father, not the mother, of Reynard. The result of one of her whims, an 'experiment' with her shape changing abilities, Ahru is content with pretending Reynard does not exist. If Várlil represents the dark of Ahru's domain then the fox represents the lighter side of the sphere of mischief. He is a playful prankster and well loved in the mortal world, more whimsy than malice. Much like his sibling Ahru does not call upon her spawn often, but Reynard is eager for the chance to appease his parent. Reynard has the agility of Ahru and the ability to turn into shadow at his whim.

Name of your Land: Jarenhold (Pronounced Yar-en-hold)

Lands: Jarenhold is an island entrenched in an eternal autumn, a surprisingly beautiful land considering the character of its ruler. It is covered in autumnal forests alight with the colors of fall,: red, orange, and brown hues of leaves that are nigh constantly falling. Despite this the trees are never bare, seemingly growing leaves as fast as they lose them. Besides the woods of Jarenhold one can find rolling fields that are canvased by flowers. Jarenhold is a temperate island, never overly hot or cold but maintaining a pleasant sunny atmosphere. Near the coast the forest and fields give way to beaches covered in white sand. The flora and fauna of Jarenhold are not peculiar- they are what you would expect from the mortal realm, overall an idyllic land that does not match its ruler.

People: The people of Jarenhold are simple, ordinary humans. They are predispositioned to a pale white complexion and red hair, matching their God's chosen form.

Culture: Men of Jarenhold are simple and hardworking- the land is known for the farms that dot its fields, storied as the source of the finest ale and produce in the mortal world. As the fields turn into the coast farming towns become smattering of fishing villages. Although they are a people that value labor their God ensured that they know how to have a good time. The towns of Jarenhold are alight with parties after the workday that will last well into the evening. Perhaps one of the greatest oddities in Jarenhold is the fact that Ahru can be found regularly joining in her people's revelry and, of course, playing tricks on them. For them she is less a God and more a whimsical spirit- in fact many in her land would not recognize her as the God of Mischief, more accustomed to worshiping depictions of her unfavored immortal form. Jarenhold is a simple land of simple people, although one must ask, why does a God such as Ahru hold dominion over such a seemingly unfitting land? The answer is simple: It's more fun for her to inflict her brand of mischief on ordinary mortals. For her the land of Jarenhold is less her domain and more a playground for her to find her jollies.

Technology: The land of Jarenhold is best described as Medieval Era, although there is little technology to speak of besides that which may be applied to farming. That is to say that one might find water wheels and advanced farming techniques but innovations involving warfare and weaponcraft are much less commonplace, as Jarenhold's people are a peaceful breed.

Capital: Jarenhold's capital, Alarah, is perhaps only distinguished from the other villages in that it is slightly larger and more centrally located. The architecture of Alarah, much like the rest of Jarenhold, is simple and wooden, the most formidable building in the village being a longhall dedicated to worship of their God.

Beings: Jarenhold has a small population of Kitsune. They are ordinary foxes save for the capability to speak and an intellect matching a human. Their ideals fall more in line with that of Ahru's. They revel in inflicting her mischief upon the people of Jarenhold, and are disliked by their Human neighbors. The exception to this is Reynard, who is respected as Ahru's own offspring, a Half-Breed who possess the ability to walk on two legs as a Human would. He has become well liked by the people of Alarah, his particular brand of whimsy and fun injecting life into the town.