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

[Tackytaff]

So there's that. For now. I think. Yeah.

Janin

Name: Janin The Harbinger 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 about it; her people’s lives mean very little to her. Their feelings 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; none of her ignoble deeds are done out of spite, only to sate her eternal thirst for entertainment.

Major Domain: Alcohol and inebriation

Minor Domains: Dance and Music

Avatar:

Desin; The three headed cobra

Desin is said to never be far from his master, most believe he follows her under the sands of Tarren, a few meters below her feet. He trives of Janin’s darker pleasures, and most common use is killing warriors and slaves alike in fighting pits. The show delights his god, and the spoils go to her pet. Each head contains a different venom, the first headi, Jyn, is a paralyzing agent; numbing a person to the point of immobility but they remain completely conscious. Second is Nar, who’s venom can kill in gross amounts, but in normal dose is a powerful hallucinogenic which is sometimes kept in store for Janin and her favoured. Last of the heads is Bol, who’s venom is an exceedingly powerful toxin which can kill a human in a matter of seconds. Desin’s entire form reaches nearly two miles in length, but its enormity is often hidden, either underground or camouflaged by scales that change colour each time they are shedded.

Stance: Janin would much rather no one take the role of leader. Apart from that she has no qualms about who leads so long she is left alone.

Relations:
Drinking Buddy – Xsar

Powers:
Shapeshifting; Janin can change into any form she wishes, so long as she has seen it before. This may include other gods or their avatars, thought she would obviously not gain any of their powers. The greater the difference in size between herself and the shape she takes, the greater effort she expels.

Teleportation; Self-explanatory, Janin can shift herself in space without actually moving. She must 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 distance she must travel.

Godly Equipment:
Infinite chalice; a glass that is forever brimming with strong wine, 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 dislikes and distrusts Janin with anything and everything, not that his opinion has greater value to her than any mortal’s. The bulk of his life has been spent away from the settled coastline and instead traveling the wide deserts of Tarren, in an effort to become a warrior in a land that holds no value for strength or virtue in any form. He is one of the few beings to go into contact with the Scorpio tribes and survive. His hatred for his mother is no secret, nor is his desire to kill her avatar and take control of Tarren. Janin does not view him as a threat; having inherited only her divine strength and teleportation, and finds his thoughts of overpowering her wonderfully amusing. He views himself as a somber and noble lord, and wholly rejects ideas of his own cruelty which has led to destruction of entire settlements in his fits of rage.

Alek

Where Olek is distant and cold to their mother, his twin can hardly be apart from her. Alek inherited Janin’s shape-shifting ability, along side god-like speed, 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. Alek is quiet to the point of if being unsettling for many. Though centuries old, she remains dependent on her mother, clinging her not out of any love, but a straining need to be close. Her motives and thoughts are unknown too all except perhaps her brother, the only one who she both speaks too and who listens to what she has to say.

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 anywhere, 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 they could find themselves in chains. While the slaves may not be happy, there has never been a proper uprising. 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’ runs rampant, though what constitutes a crime isn’t very clear in the first place. It is a land of instability and gratification, held together by very thin strings in Janin’s hand. Tarren could probably 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: Ptolemaic Egypt/Ancient Rome

Beings:

Scorpios

Half giant scorpion half-man creatures that populate the inland of Tarren, mostly in small nomadic tribes. The humans have tried to enslave groups of them at a time, always failing and often falling to their venomous stingers and bone-shattering pincers. Lone stragglers have on rare occasions been found. In such cases slaves are sent to remove the stinger from the creature and bind its claws. These beings 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]

Sekh, WIP

The Pestilent God Sekh (Description included)

Sekh stands at a respectable 14'6", resembling a dying tree in his height and lankiness. While be bore some colour once, his hues have now all faded into monochrome: His skin is ashen grey, and his hair, once shining, hangs starkly white, dull, and limp. His eyes, black and bloodshot, are rimmed with dark circles, and his skin is marred by a creeping pattern of blackened veins. His robes, inky black with decorations in gold (the only colour that remains on his body) wraps around him like a tattered gossamer shawl with many layers (see "Additional Lore" for an image more accurately representing his robes). From tattered sleeves protrude skinny arms and bony hands. His fingers, abnormally long, seem to taper to a claw-like point with unsettling long fingernails. A noxious smoke seems to rise in thin tendrils from the folds of his robes, as if the fabric beneath is constantly smoldering.
Sekh would look like a miserably dying creature if not for the nonchalant mannerisms and commanding, authoritative presence. However, if thinking that Sekh himself is sick, one would be right - a curse from eons ago left him ill and in constant misery (more information on this at the bottom of the sheet) - but he hides his misery well, and has grown somewhat used to it.

Gender
Male

Personality
"If I let everyone succumb to illness, who would be left to worship me?"

Pestilence

Suffering | Healing
Death | Defilement | Famine | Medicine | Poison | Resilience

Avatar
"Scourge"
Sekh's avatar is a massive black swarm of every pestilence and plague he controls, from disease to locusts and other vile creatures. It can take on any shape, and act either as a group of individuals or as one collective unit. It is large enough to spread through entire cities, or blot out the sun in an enormous black cloud above.
While not necessarily good for one-on-one combat, it can level entire populations with its plagues, should any city or civilization induce the rage of Sekh.
The Scourge is capable of dispersing itself into as small and spread-out a unit as a single insect. Therefore, it often acts as an overseer for Sekh; when it spreads, nothing in Xepthys can escape its watch. Its flying insects often even act as heralds for Sekh, conveying messages from around the nation and even outside its borders.

Stance
While not quite yet taking a stand nor supporting another, Sekh does like the idea of a ruling alliance of gods with dark domains, after having endured so many eons of distaste and disgust from the other gods. There are rumours that he and Azo'do, the god of Death, have been plotting something, but nothing concrete has happened yet.

Loyalty During the Rebellion
When the God of War was scheming to usurp their father's throne, Sekh, in his simmering anger at his father over his curse, sided secretly with his brother and helped him in his scheming. However, when it came the time to take sides in battle, Sekh sided with his father: War was too strong to defeat through force alone, so Sekh was charged with inflicting War with a sickness to weaken him. Fearing further punishment if he refused to comply, Sekh betrayed his brother and did as he was asked. In retrospect, Sekh recognizes that it would have been unwise to allow his warring brother to rule the cosmos, but still regrets that he couldn't defeat his father and sister.

Centre of Power
Sekh's centre of power is a large feather. This feather was the one plucked from his wing when his sister, Oksana, dripped a cursed poison into the follicle from which it was torn. Once white, it is now streaked with inky black - notably different than the still-white feathers that float about the floors of his home temple.

Relations

Azo'do
Xepthys shares borders with [Death Nation], one of its few trade partners. Sekh and Azo'do share a brotherly camaraderie.

Oksana
Sekh despises Oksana, goddess of Storms and enforcer of cosmic order, for she was the one who administered his curse.

Illyona
Sekh has a civil relationship with this sister. Though they are strained at times due to conflicting outlooks and beliefs, they can understand each other's suffering, and that links them together.

Naqqash
Sekh takes an indirect fatherly interest in Naqqash. He reminds Sekh of what his own children might have been like, and does his best to give him guidance.

Powers
As could be assumed, Sekh has power to control pests and disease. He can send a swarm of locusts to besiege a field, a troupe of plague rats to a quarreling city, and of course, set illness into any mortal being, including humans, animals, and even plants (or infect water).
However, an unexpected feature of Sekh's power is his ability to heal and cure illness. He can strike mortals ill, but also cure them; he can set a scourge of pests to a crop, but also restore a bountiful harvest. Anything he gives, be it illness or health, he also has the power to take away.
As well, Sekh can dissipate his body into a noxious smoke, and rematerialize again. When he walks, he seems to glide along the ground, with his robes from the waist down dissolving into a mass of sinking smoke. Traversing any distance further than a few steps, his body seems to dissolve into this same inky black smoke and re-materialize at his destination. Since his curse leaves him physically weak and inept in combat, he often uses this technique to evade attackers if necessary. He also employs this tactic to transform smoothly down to mortal size or scale himself up to heights of multiple storeys (however, at greater sizes than his natural height, he does not materialize as an entire body, but more often as a figure from the waist up or a bust; he doesn't tend to hold these forms for very long, and normally uses them to intimidate mortals).

examples, courtesy of Eris, Goddess of Discord

Godly Equipment
Sekh's curse makes him physically weak in direct combat, so he tends to avoid it. In the place of sword or shield, Sekh creates poisons and diseases powerful enough to strike even his siblings ill. He has a few ways to administer these: sometimes he will send a flying insect from Scourge to carry the pestilence and bite his victim, or fill a dart with his mixture and throw it. In situations that require more force, he has a dagger. This god's bane dagger is a flamberge style, the blade able to be laced with whatever pestilence he needs.
His dagger, insects and darts are all god's bane weapons, however they (with possible exception of the dagger) do not have the power on their own to do any significant damage to a god.

Demi Gods
Sekh's curse makes him unable to sire children: Any and every mortal to lay with him dies of the same god's bane disease that plagues him before they had any chance for childbirth; if they should miraculously survive, any children to come forth from him would be sickly, deformed, and unfit to live.

Xepthys, Pestilent Land of Sekh

Lands
Most of Xepthys is barren wasteland, teeming with vermin and disease, and unfit to sustain civilized life. The soul is nutrient-rich (due to the frequent death and decomposition of creatures) but dry, pockmarked with spindly trees, and near-impossible to farm; any water found on the surface is stale, stagnant and unsafe to drink. Dotted across this land are dense pockets of civilization linked by dusty, unguarded roads, twisting like veins across the desert-esque lands of Xepthys. These cities and towns are almost exclusively founded on top of underground water deposits, which re the only source of drinkable water in Xepthys. These settlements also often feature plots of carefully cultivated farmland, tiny herds of livestock and small temple hospitals.
While the stagnant ponds and lakes of Xepthys create small oases, the people of Xepthys adamantly avoid them: These oases are always teeming with disease-spreading insects, rabid wild creatures, and venomous desert reptiles.
Most of Xepthys' vegetation is rather plain, (such as spindly, leafless trees which appear to be dead, but actually thrive in the deserts and various skinny cacti with long thorns) there is a vibrant blue flower called the Mahat Blossom that thrives in Xepthys: These flowers are highly valuable for medicine, and are sought after by brave Xeps, willing to face the dangers of he oases where they bloom. These flowers and their seeds are easily the most expensive good in Xepthys, and having them growing in one's garden is a sure sign of wealth or nobility.

People
The people of Xepthys, called Xeps, are resilient humanoids with monochromatic skin and hair colours varying from stark white to coal black. They are extremely adaptable and have grown immune to a wide variety of diseases that most other civilizations would never have come into contact with. As such, Xepthys makes an unpopular trade partner, as its citizens will often carry diseases and spread them among their trade contacts.

Culture
Xepthys is widely known for two things: Highly advanced medicine and impressive, alternative agriculture. Being in the domain of Pestilence, it was necessary for the people of Xepthys to develop good techniques of treating disease; otherwise, they would all succumb to it. As well, while the soil of Xepthys is fertile, it is unyielding and dry. As such, the Xeps have developed techniques of well digging and irrigation that have made agriculture and farming possible. They also make a habit of growing medicinal plants in potted gardens; it is considered normal for every home in Xepthys to have a rooftop potted garden, filled with assorted medicinal herbs.
Even living in desolate lands, the people of Xepthys have adapted and thrived. They hold no contempt for their god, but only gratitude for his healing and respect for his power to destroy. They believe it is by his good grace that they prosper, and by his unyielding rule that they have learned to sustain themselves so effectively.
Twice a year, all of Xepthys participated in a nameless festival, often dubbed by Xeps as "Medicine Day", during which the citizens of Xepthys harvest their medicinal plants and make them into medicines. It's a social event, in which communities gather in a central place and make an event out of fashioning their treatments: Sharing recipes, remedies and supplies, selling wares, playing music and making large meals for the entire community to share. These are days of music, fellowship, and community, and looked forward to by all.

Technology
Post-Classical Era-style governing and philosophy with technological echoes of the Medieval. (Basically the time period of the black plague with some technologies advanced beyond their time, closer to medieval level)

Sephtun, The Capital

A monument erected to Sekh in Sephtun's city centre

This monument, in the courtyard preceding the temple in which Sekh himself resides, stands roughly two stories tall and is fashioned from glossy petrified grey wood, rare ivory, onyx, and flecks of gleaming amber. It is designed in the likeness of the spindly, dead-looking trees that can be found in the wastelands of Xepthys (a motif that is carried on within Sekh's temple). The top figure is shaped in the image of Sekh; the lower figure has no official identification, but it is often assumed to be a strangely humanoid likeness of Azo'do, God of Death, with whom Sekh retains a close relationship.

Named in part for its founder, this is where Sekh himself resides. It is a dense urban centre with many interesting amenities, including a state-of-the-art sewer system, created in order to reduce the possibility of waste-induced disease. The capital is a centre for all goings-on within the nation, from trade to government, but most of all, worship.
There are two main sects in the worship of Sekh, both centered in Sephtun. These two sects can be found across Xephtys, though many smaller, regional sects also exist. One sect, called the Compassionates, worships the aspects of Sekh's power related to healing and resilience. Their temple is somewhat of a hospital, where the sick and dying go to seek refuge and care, or to make their peace with Sekh himself. Priests and Priestesses of this sect care for the sick and come to Sekh to pray for health and other such favours.
The Sufferers, a group of Sekh-fearing fanatics, worship and revere his power to destroy, from scourging crops to inflicting plagues and everything in between. They give him routine offerings to keep themselves and their followers in Sekh's favour; they believe that Xepthys survives due to Sekh's mercy and sparing them from his pestilence. They preach subservience and reverence to Sekh in order to keep Xepthys safe from his horrors. They have taken to seeking out infection by every disease in Xepthys, hoping that by suffering them and surviving them, they can grow closer to their god.
Sekh pays heed to both of these sects equally, and acts slightly different with each of them, to better keep within their unique perceptions of him.

Beings
While Xepthys lacks any immortal life aside from Sekh himself, it does house various unsettling and often terrifying creatures. One such creature is the Harrowed Wasp: Believed to be the offspring of the Scourge itself, Harrowed Wasps are ruthlessly violent wasps that will actively attack any creature in a one-hundred-metre vicinity of their nest, even if said creature is not disturbing the nest. Its sting has been acclaimed to be the most painful experience known to Xeps, and its venom can easily kill in one sting. This venom is often used in poisons, and must be harvested extremely carefully; many an alchemist's apprentice has died trying to harvest this venom.

Lore and additional images

Sekh was born as a god of healing, under the name Sekhmahat ("Sekh" meaning "illness" and "mahat" meaning "cure/curer of"). For eons he flew about the mortal realm on his white feathered wings, in an endless quest to relieve suffering and cure illness. He was passionate in this endeavor, to the point of compulsion: he became obsessed with eradicating all disease from the mortal realm, and creating a world without suffering or untimely death.
Sekhmahat very nearly completed his mission; however, when his father Rieth, King of all gods, got word of his mission, he was outraged. Disease was part of the natural order of the cosmos, and as king of the cosmos, Rieth could not allow that order to be disrupted. So, he cast upon Sekhmahat a curse: He would be forced to spread the plagues he had worked to hard to eradicate, and would eternally suffer from an illness that even he could not cure. Rieth charged his second child, Oksana, with the administering of this curse.
Oksana found her brother in his temple, poring still over his notes and records, searching for a final cure. She informed her brother of the charges laid upon him, but Sekhmahat could not retaliate: for the will of Rieth was absolute, and Sekhmahat was helpless to disobey. Even as she plucked a feather from his wing and dropped Rieth's plague into the wound, and stripped him of his name's suffix of "cure", all he could do was stare his sister in the eye and swear a divine vow that he would have his revenge.
In the time that followed, Sekh's shining white feathers grew dull and fell to the floor of his temple, where he hid himself ad his wings shriveled and shrunk to nothing, his body weakened, and pain filled his veins, and sickness claimed his heart. A century he stayed hidden away, while the sick and dying cried for his help, as he himself withered to a sickened shell of his former glory. It broke his heart, and hardened it; when he finally emerged, his land grew sick and weak, and he was left to coldly rule as a husk of his former glory.
To this day every breath, every step, every beat of his charred and shrivelled heart sends pain shooting through Sekh's blackened veins, like ground glass in his blood; mouth forever dry, though wine and water repulse him; eternally starving, though his stomach turns at the sight of food. The shed feathers that mock him of days past still litter his temple floor.

[Yennefer]

I added two new sections to the CS! They are simple, please check them out, then filled them out. Also all gods are now closed, those who were not chosen were killleeeed.

[BayRat]

Kilgarrah, God of Fire, Father of Dragons, Patron of Knights

Gender: Male

Appearance:

In armor

In his traditional armor, sword, and shield, Kilgarrah's glowing red eyes are an intimidating site through his helmet.

Unarmored

Standing at 9' in height, Kilgarrah sports a mildly toned build despite his deceiptively powerful strength, having long black messy hair and sometimes sports facial hair. His skin is beige, and other then his crimson, glowing and reptilian eyes, there is nothing more remarkable about his initial form.

Transformed state

a 180 ft tall behemoth of a dragon, bipedal with firey veins on his chest, wings, and elbows that glow when he is charging flames within him. Black scales, massive claws, and a somewhat sleek design.

Personality: It is difficult to pin an exact alignment or personality for Kilgarrah. He is a being that values honor and other minute philosophies of a knight, respecting strength as well as mortals that rise to the occasion as warriors, regardless of alignment or affiliation with other gods. He also is supportive of the art of dragon slaying, that is mortals slaying his own creations. Despite this, he also is prideful of his very race he created, the dragons, which has also inspired a group of dragon cultists that also worship him. His pride and even greed are perhaps his most noteworthy of his flawed persona. Thinking of himself as the most powerful God, and his creations, the dragons, the ultimate race of creatures, even higher then angels or demons. He values treasures and rare artifacts, gold especially, a sacrifice commonly offered to him, and he guards his materialized hoard selfishly.

Overall, it is difficult for him to work with other gods, but those that do forge a bond that can never be broken, as he does not tolerate betrayal and other dishonorable acts. His bipolar nature of being a savage, destructive monster, and a fervent harbinger of justice and honor are perhaps his most interesting features.

Major Domain: Dragons

Minor Domains: Gold, Knights (It should be noted that he doesn't necessarily own dragons and knights, and other gods may use them, but both knights and dragons often look to him for worship.)

Avatar

A massive, 300 foot long dragon, nicknamed by Kilgarrah as Smaug. This beast is the embodiment of Kilgarrah's destructive wrath and weapon of vengeance. Its strength alone could match the god himself, but it can create volcanic quakes with its greatest of firepower. It's third eye has psychic abilities, that can allow it to
-Speak telepathically
-Manipulate uncontrolled flames or molten rock/metal within sight
-resist against psychic related effects/attacks and illusions

Stance: He believes that he is the rightful heir to the throne. Though he is not against a favorable ally persay to take it either, but overall anyone that claims to also want the throne he will fight against for that right. Claiming that it can only be settled through an honorable duel, and demands to fight in such a manner to any and all that wish to claim this title, only then do they gain his respect and allowance to become King.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: Kilgarrah views such rebellion as a dishonorable act, and to this day he holds a bit of a grudge to those that were against the King of the Gods. However, in his pride he secretly believes that he was destined to be the monarch of deities. Even still, he never wished for the God King to be slayed, and fought valiantly to secure his throne.

Center of Power: A small golden skull of a dragon, approximately the size of a small gem that is fitted onto a golden amulet. This golden structure is nearly indestructible by physical means and can be worn to grant the user draconic qualities, including being unable to burn by even molten rock, minor pyromancy, and being able to sprout draconic wings, tail, and claws.

Relations:

Oksana

The relation between Kilgarrah and Oksana is of thousands of years of kinship and romantic bonds. They often spar, flirt, and even times of romantic affairs. Kilgarrah both admires and respects Oksana, and is willing for her to share a throne with him should she be interested. Every year they try to get together for a big event of Oksana's own capitol, where the Draconians and her own people get together for a grand festival of dancing, sparring, and other forms of entertainment to celebrate their relations. The grand event is of many aspiring performers wishing to please the Gods.

Ki'vara

Kilgarrah deeply despises Ki'vara for trapping Oksana on that lustful, accursed island, as well as repressing much jealousy all the same.

Powers: Kilgarrah has an inhuman level of strength and speed. While untransformed, he can lift over four tons and can move as fast as a cheetah in fully clad armor. He cannot be burned by any degree of heat and has shown to be extremely skilled with almost any weapon. He can transform or grow from parts of his bodies into dragon-like features. Such as growing a pair of wings, transforming his hand into a head of a firebreathing dragon, transform his hands and/or feet into claws, or grow scales as hard as iron over his skin. Additionally he has minor pyrokinetic abilities, such as lighting his own body on fire, or creating fireballs in his hand. He also fabricated a form of magic that can allow him to summon and unsummon various equipment instantly.

Fully transformed, his strength becomes so great that he can trample over hills, and can spew flames that can melt stone and most metal. At its most potent, he can fire projectile flames that can create an explosion powerful enough to create a 20 meter crater.

Godly Equipment:
The armor of the chosen is a steel armor that repairs itself over time from damage, it is also highly heat resistant and can protect users from extreme heat and fire. Additionally, the armor grants the wearer to be able to speak with dragons and improve strength and agility to a minor degree.

The wyrmtooth looks mostly like a long sword, only it has an ebony black blade, and is indestructible by nature. It is so sharp that it can cut through the iron-like scales of dragons.

The shield of the scalelord is a large shield that is also indestructible, and can reflect non-solid projectiles and magic.

The Spear of Truth can ward through magic-based protection, as well as having an electric charge that can be used to shoot bolts of lightning.

The Dragontail is a large Great Axe that can exert powerful forces of pressure so potent that it can split a large crack in the ground.

Demi Gods:

Fafnir Sigurd

Fafnir was born from an affair between Kilgarrah himself and a draconian named Minerva, who died upon giving birth. Fafnir quickly grew to a surprising 30 feet in height, despite the draconian subtype rarely having any similar size in the part, likely due to his godhood. Fafnir was honored by the Draconians as a true blessing of the god, honoring him as a great warrior. He served his father directly and forged his own weapons from the molten lake of a volcano. Sporting a steel clad armor, massive lance, and a massive shield. He is somewhat agile despite his massive size, being able to fly as well, breath flames, and using the equipment magic his father has. After decades of being raised in Drake Valley, he would be the answer to the prays of mortal knights across the world that wish to praise the dragonlord himself. Becoming a teacher to aspiring individuals in both technique and magic.

William Sigil

Armored

Unarmored

William was born for Annabelle Sigil and Kilgarrah. Born from a human, he was cursed to have glowing crimson eyes similar to his father, and a pair of white bat-like wings with plated scales. Both of these features have caused many of the residence of his local town attributed to him being a bad omen, aside from his mother's death. He has deathly pale skin and a tone but otherwise skinny build, standing 5'11, with messy black hair. His father eventually revealed his identity, and gifted him with His trusted spear and even crafted his son a special armor just for him, enchanted to be in tune with the electric properties of his spear

William also naturally has some traits similar to a dragon's. His growth seemed to stop around the age of 18, and quiet possibly suggesting that he now has an indefinite lifespan just like a dragon. Additionally, he cannot be burned by any degree of heat as well, and being stronger and more durable then the average human, granted barely reaching superhuman level. his wings also gift him with flight. He has grown quiet skilled with his lance and armor, and was taught the equipment magic through his half-brother, Fafnir.

Drake Valley

Lands: Drake Valley is an island continent located in the southern region of an ocean. The entire region is an explosive jungle with high volcanic activity, aside from plateaus on certain mountains the terrain is mostly rugged and mountainous, with valleys stretching between vast tree covered mountains and volcanoes. The average temperature year-round fluxuates between 80-120 degrees, and molten lakes and rivers are just as common as rivers and streams. The hostile terrain is ideal for Kilgarrah's creations, the dragons, which are the apex predators of the region.

People: Dragon cultists live in the slightly less hostile regions and costlines of the island, where they worship both Kilgarrah and the local dragons. They sometimes interact with the Draconians, a race of humanoid dragons that live further within the region. The cultists often make their homes in caves and stone structures along beaches, with primitive tools and technology. The draconians are more advanced, having proper metal tools and castles that could rival human design. However the wild dragons of Drake Valley terrorize the draconians often, there are few surviving cities of the race, namely three castles.
Culture: The cultists live in unified tribes that worship the local dragons as gods, and Kilgarrah being the king of said gods. Individuals are either unaware of the other true gods, or simply do not acknowledge them as gods, believing that even the mortal dragons are a higher being to worship. They will sacrifice treasures and meats in large furnaces and volcanoes to appease kilgarrah, and will even have human sacrifices to a local individual wild dragon.

The Draconians however are a knightly group of humanoid dragons. They value the honorbound side to kilgarrah, and often conflict with the dragon cultists. The draconians culture reflect that of medieval society. They live under a monarchy, with structures, armor, and tools reflecting that of knights from human society. Additionally, they have an almost mysterious and mystic connection with dracomancy, which they right down in both books or stone tablets and runes inscribed in walls. Dracomancy is a magic that both cultists and Draconians use that mimics that of dragons, particularly involving pyromancy and even shaman like abilities or charms of good luck.

Technology: The cultists have a very primitive lifestyle. They have stone carved buildings and tools made of stone and weak metals like brass. Their most advanced equipment is paper and ink, which they use for their ceremonial rites.

The draconians have the typical medieval technology with iron and even steel in their possession to craft. In addition to large castles they also have expansive cavernous tombs with walls inscribed in them runes of ancient dracomancy and egyptian-like tales of their history and the gods.

Capital: Out of the three castles, Reijar is the most thriving. It should be noted that the Draconians are cut off with the rest of the world. Reijar has a high resource of iron in its location, as well as being on a massive plateau suitable for farming, raising cattle, and fishing. This makes it the most economically thriving city. Tunnels expanding over miles beneath the surface connect the other two castles, Avalon and Babary, to the capital.

Beings:

Dragon Morphology and classification

All dragons are reptiles, closely related to lizards and snakes (squamatas). Dragons have undefined lifespans, age itself has never claimed the life of a dragon, nor do dragons weaken with age, in fact its quiet the opposite. The elder the dragon, the more dangerous it tends to be. Every dragon, even those that relate with snowy environments or lack any sort of fire ability, have an innate affiliation with fire, and as such they cannot be burned or damaged by heat. All dragons have some sort of magical or spiritual aura, and their biology reflects much of that energy. not all dragons are intelligent, or capable of speaking. Many act like animals or even lack sentience altogether, while others while sentient are unable to speak or are knowledgeable of a language. Lastly, dragons are often born with at least 1 of the seven sins; greed, wrath, lust, sloth, envy, pride, and gluttony. Not all dragons are evil and there are plenty of dragons that could be considered good or benevolent, however they still suffer from at least one of these sins. Pride, wrath, greed, and gluttony are the most common sins.

Dragons are rarely intelligent. Most are animalistic and are essentially savage monsters. Even the few that are sentient rarely are able to speak or communicate directly. Even with this limited intelligence their nature does reflect their natural sins.

Dragons have varying traits and forms to the point that almost every dragon is unique. However all dragons can be classified as one of the following:

Hellkites
(typical six limb dragons, 4 legs and a pair of wings.)

Hellkite Example

Hellkites are the most ideal of dragons, and bare in likeness to Kilgarrah's transformed state. Hellkites are named for being described as flying bringers of flames, they commonly possess the ability to have a breath weapon, fire being the most likely, and often attack farmlands or other civilizations regularly out of some primeval habit. They are quiet a handful of sapient Hellkites as well, they are typically one of the more intelligent subtypes, but usually are far from benevolent.

Drakes
(Wingless 4 legged dragons)

Drake example

Drakes are very close to wyverns, though some may resemble more of giant lizards then actual dragons. While it isn't likely for drakes to have a breath weapons, they are still dangerous for their fierce strength and speed, and while they cannot fly they are often well adapted to multiple terrains, some even tend to be semi-aquatic.

Wyverns
(Two legs and two wings)

Wyvern example

Wyverns are considered to be one of the most intelligent of all dragons, even non-sapient individuals tend to have a dog-like level of intelligence. They are the most easy to tame. Some wyverns may possess breath weapons, however they more commonly have various venoms and natural weapons such as a barbed tail or powerful, talon-like feet. They are also one of the fastest of all dragon sub-types. Wyverns can be seen either in small roosting groups or by themselves, and while some can be aggressive, others may be more docile and less likely to attack a mortal. Wyverns are much weaker physically then other dragons, and their scales are not as durable either. Most wyverns range in sizes from 10 to 30 feet long, though their are records of individual wyverns as long as a 100 feet.

Basilisks
(Often resemble lizards or snakes, usually having no more then 6 legs, and rarely do any have wings. However most basilisks have some form of toxic property such as acidic saliva or a venomous bite, and can turn people to stone by looking into their eyes.)

Basilisk Example

The basilisk varies between either a snake-like or lizard-like form, sometimes somewhere inbetween. Rarely do they possess wings, however. Like drakes, they are more adaptive to land or water based terrain. Basiliks often have a wide variety of toxins such as venoms or poisons, even one to have said to have a green-tinted fire-breath that burned off a toxic and lethal gas in addition to the danger of the fire itself.
basilisks are legendary for their petrifying gaze, though it is actually rare for one to possess the ability. Regardless, this magic trait is exclusive to the Basilisk and Cockatrice subgroups. The gaze itself is not passive either, their eyes will change color in response, usually a shade of yellow or green. Those that look into their eyes at this point will become petrified and turn into stone. The only way to be freed from being petrified is for their statue form to be broken, surprisingly this doesn't harm the victim, however this means little if the victim is already in the stomach of the basilisk.

Cockatrices (bird-like dragons, often resembling a cross between a basilisk and a Wyvern)

Cockatrice example

Cockatrices are very similar to Basilisks, both having tendencies for toxic traits as well as having the possibility of a petrifying gaze. They are also similar to wyverns in their weak bodies, fast speed, and size range. However they are not as intelligent, and their feathers often provide additional protection from the elements and sometimes even magic based factors.

Wurms
(serpentine dragons, rarely have any limbs, and many vaguely resemble reptiles. Often both gigantic in length and diameter, they are rarely sentient. Some resemble snakes.)

Wurm example

Wurms are one of the more stranger dragons. They are serpentine, and rarely have any sort of limbs to speak of. Some may resemble a snake, while others resemble a more insect or worm-like monstrosity despite being a reptile. While the most common type of wurms are sandwurms, wurms can inhabit a wide arrange of environments. Some can be sea serpents, slithering on land, volcanic lava, or even fly despite having no wings. Wurms are gigantic, ranging anywhere from 50 feet, to 500 feet. They are also the most primitive of dragons, seemingly only driven to consume, they act solely on primitive instinct and there has yet to be a sapient wurm.

Tarragons
(Like hellkites but are bipedal, some may have forms that could resemble a dinosaur.)

Tarragon example

Tarragons are similar to drakes, but are bipedal and may resemble something like a dinosaur or godzilla. They can range anywhere between 20 to 80 feet in height commonly. Tarragons do not often possess wings, and sometimes could be confused for bipedal hellkites.

Drakkens/draconians
(Dragons with a humanoid posture and build, often ranging between 5'11 to 9'10 in height, they are as varying in appearance as any other dragon, though all drakkens are sentient)

Draaconians example

Draconians are a specific race of dragons that are purely sapient and humanoid. These creatures can range in sizes varying between 6 to 15 feet in height, and can have a wide variety of color and design as well. They have four arms, and two legs, with the second pair of arms being wings. Some Draconians have been able to breath fire and do have other traits commonly associated with dragons. However they are not as cursed with sin as other dragons, and have a much for human-like freedom of personality.

Longs
(Asian styled dragons, serpentine and with 4 limbs, though wingless they can usually fly as if they defy gravity. Longs are often the most intelligent of dragons and usually are more involved with spiritual energy then magic.)

Long example

Longs are the most intelligent of all dragons, almost always sapient, and are often mystical by their vary nature. They can vary in power and size, being serpentine and having no more then 4 limbs. Despite rarely having wings they can fly as if defying gravity itself, the typical size range varies between 20 to 60 feet in length. Their have been sightings of even larger individuals such as a 150 foot individual that rested in a volcano. While born of sin like most other dragons, longs often go out of their way to cleanse their spirit and innate sin through spiritual journeys and assisting those out of pure benevolence, very rarely are any truly susceptible to their original sin except for those that choose not to go on these spiritual journeys of travel and self discovery.

Elemental, Fae and hydra dragons are mutation-like traits that happen within individuals regardless of type. Elementals often are more magical then biological, for example they may have a shell of ice over a frail naked body, or an armor of lava-flowing stone instead of scales. The weakness of an elemental are the opposing elements, for example fire can weaken the magic significantly of an ice elemental dragon, although dragons cannot burn the heat against those of ice can render them unconscious. Hydras are dragons with multiple heads, some can even regenerate new heads. The number can vary within 2 to a thousand, though it is rare for a hydra to have anymore then 20 heads. The heads of hydras are either each independent heads, or are all one conscience. Fae dragons tend to have butterfly-like wings and generally have fairy-like traits, they also are usually quiet small, they have various magical qualities that can be attributed to fairies as well.

Elemental example

Hydra example

Fae example

Strengths and weaknesses

Being cold blooded, most dragons are vulnerable against cold conditions and attacks of the sort, with exceptions of dragons that have an affiliation with it. Dragons usually have tough scales that act as natural armor, though their bellies tend to be of soft scutes and scales that are the Achilles heel to their physical defense. Dragons have a hard time of overcoming their sins, affecting their personalities and decision making.

Most dragons can regenerate naturally at great rates. They can regrow a loss limb or tail within a few months, large wounds can heal in weeks, however if they are fatally wounded something else must keep them alive in order for them to recover on their own. Some elemental dragons can regenerate certain factors seemingly instantly, and many hydras can also heal most wounds in minutes.
While many dragons have access to magic, their breathe weapons are usually from biological factors instead of magic, though many have sort of blended or amplified their breathe attacks with magic. The most common breathe weapon for dragons is fire. While dragons are affiliated with fire, they are not completely immune to it. While they cannot be burned or damaged by heat alone, the force from flames can knock them back with enough force, and elemental dragons that are weak against fire will start to loose conscienceless and magical power against great amount of heat.

Most dragons are capable of great strength and speed, attributing to their massive size. Dragons with forked tongues have a great sense of smell like most lizards and snakes.

Dragonsbane, a rare flowing plant that grows in Drake Valley, has an aroma that wards off dragons like a repellent. It can make dragons that ingest the plant grow very sick and ill, and even to the point of great irritation sort of like a bear-spray for dragons.

[Yennefer]

@dragonmancer Is there any way you can get on the discord and talk with us? Discord just click this and you'll find your way to where we are chatting. the Room is called godsRP

[BayRat]

@dragonmancer Is there any way you can get on the discord and talk with us? Discord just click this and you'll find your way to where we are chatting. the Room is called godsRP

@Yennefer

Aye I can get on, does that mean that this rp is still open?

[Yennefer]

@dragonmancer Just come talk to us <.<lol

[Gizm0]

Hm, issue I see is that Fire is the Minor Domain of Ferrum lol. Meh meh, I'll be working on Ferrum later today once I get my laptop repaired and such :)

[Antarctic Termite]

[Obscene Symphony]

@Antarctic Termite

I SEE YOU LURKING THERE!

[LokiLeo789]

@Antarctic Termite

Do I recognize you from somewhere? Some other rp. Something Divine like?

[Antarctic Termite]

@LokiLeo789 No idea. You've probably got the wrong dude.

Anyway, I know this is full, but sometime probably later this week I'm going to try and write up a character sheet for kicks anyway. Thinking a Change (Horror) (Corruption) or Innovation (Transhumanism) (Science) biomechanical philanthropist. Some science kid who means well, but gets ahead of themself.

[Obscene Symphony]

@Antarctic Termite All I'd say is remember that the later technology you can have is early medieval ^_^

[Antarctic Termite]

All I'd say is remember that the later technology you can have is early medieval ^_^

@Obscene Symphony

[Yennefer]

@Gizm0 that's no problem. I forgot you had fire. I sent him a message askingbhim to trade a minor domain for his main domain and pick another minor domain.

[VKAllen]

I will be finishing my CS today.

[Antarctic Termite]

Speaking of. What's with the weird size limitation for base-form deities? I assume gods can still appear at a normal 5-7 foot height if they want to? If you're stuck at twelve foot tall and over it becomes tricky to interact with mortal subjects. Outside of huge palaces and temples, gods are going to have a real hard time interacting with human-sized mortals. They'll never be able to visit a human home or sit at a banquet thrown for them. Or, y'know, take a human lover.

[Kit N Kat]

Di'Myria, Goddess of Time

The slight noises of the outside trickled into the bakery as a single traveler continues her discussion with the local man. His intrigue piques as she stops talking for a minute. looks to the clock next to the tabletop. One very small magical motor powered by the blessing of Di’Myria. “Ospiria, you seem quite interested in our Goddess, especially for someone from outside Prima.”

“I just enjoy hearing other people’s interpretation of the stories. It’s interesting how stories change all around the nation.”

“We here in Prima have a great deal of understanding for our Goddess’s story. She does usually live right outside our capital, but our stories stay intact over the years. So, traveler, here’s the quick summary of what I remember.

The Goddess of Time, our Patron of Navigation, the Maiden of the Oracle, Di’Myria, Our Goddess.” The baker continued his kneading as he unwittingly continued speaking to the one he narrated about, while the girl smiled, emanating fascination.

“Long before either of us were born, long before our understanding, Di’Myria was born. With such an important power in her hands, she decides to dedicate her entire life to assisting the world in times of need, while ignoring the rest of the worldly affairs. Always sleeping and letting the time pass, then coming back to guard and guide us through our troubles. Always giving us something to look forward to. She knows what will happen.

Soon even she started to feel disappointed with her life. Even gods can get bored, I guess. So she took charge, and with all the time in the world she went and made our nation much greater than it ever could have. Now, she watches over us, in secret, yet more active than she had ever been in history… Especially after some dark times. “ The accuracy of the story brought a smile to the girl's face, which seemed spark a similar response in the baker’s expression.

“What do you think of her, personally?”

“I’ve always wondered how someone could get bored with the world at their fingertips. And from a lot of the myths I wonder how she actually is, as a person.”

“Did you ever think she could be a lot younger than you think? You said she was asleep for a large part of history.”

“You’re asking a baker who hears and tells stories if I think a Goddess as old as time itself is young?” The two of them laughed together, and Di’Myria herself seemed content as to how the world saw her.

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"Time isn't an illusion, but it certainly creates then."

Name:

Di’Myria, Goddess of Time, Patron of Navigation, Maiden of the Oracle. Ospiria

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Hider

Standing at a 12’2, Di’Myria prefers to keep the formal clothing which she has donned for quite a while. She prefers shades of blue, and always has her shawl on her person.

Hider

She does spend a lot of time in her mortal form, at about 5’6 without assistance of footwear. The gradient of her hair shifts to a solid color, and in this form she gives off the impression of being a traveler with a sword for defense and hunting.

Personality:

“Which would you prefer? Playful me or being spited by time itself. I personally think it’s a lot more fun this way, though I do have some sort of a reputation.”

Di’Myria could be seen as a bit immature for a Goddess at some points, though when you have as much time as she does to be all serious, some things get boring. Her most outward impression is that she attempts to take as much amusement as possible out of most scenarios, except for those of serious matters. In which, she often goes into her own sphere of thought as need be. She often spends time disguised as a mortal just to see how things are doing, and enjoys it quite so.

Generally, Di’Myria is benevolent, and attempts to have as close relations with the other gods and possible. Her intent has always been to keep order and do her best to create peace. She generally is one of trying to lighten up the mood, although when need be will push in authority. Her being serious is a bit of an odd sight though she does her best to enforce, but can easily flip the coin.

Major Domain:

Time

Minor Domains:

Oracles and Navigation

Avatar:

Resembling the Flying Felines in Magnus, De'Metus is a spectral looking feline who, spare for the glowing blue aura and claws, looks perfectly like a winged lion. Physically it's a bit smaller than an averaged sized avatar, however the glowing aura surrounding it makes it a lot more menacing and appear much larger than it is.

Stance:

“Not everyone can be trusted, especially after what’s happened in history.”
Despite her relaxed attitude toward most things, Myria doesn’t trust anybody else at the moment to take the throne properly, being cynical even among the gods. Her response and resolution to this would be to go and defend the throne and take power if needed.

Loyalty During the Rebellion:

“Many rulers have problem, even our king. An attempted coup like so was not the way to address it. I had my moments fighting in the war, but I proved myself in battle and we all are better off now then we were centuries ago.”

Center of Power:

Clockwork Medallion - A small three golden necklace with several spinning rings, Di'Myria keeps this on her neck at all times, and it seems to shrink when she's disguised as a mortal.

Relations:

Ahru - The two of them have always been pretty close due to their similar nature of self-entertainment and somewhat messing with their people.
Aesis - A bit of a cold shoulder experience after the war, the two of them were a lot closer before, though Di'Myria wishes for the closer relations to return.
Loshtar - Put simply, Di’Myria has had to prove her capability once in history. The death of Murder.

Powers:

In combat, Di’Myria primarily uses her powers as a utility rather than primary use. Most of her abilities have a slight temporal effect on Myterias Prima. Her power is a lot weaker when being used on other Gods, because they all are anchored to time heavier than mortals are.

Sphere of Thought -

Not a combat ability, though in the need of making a very important decision or having a conversation with a person or two, Myria can isolate herself and others in a short sphere of highly sped up time to think or talk. This is where Myria spends most of her deliberation time and can spend a minute for an exchange lasting an hour. This sphere can be broken and disrupted if used in combat.

Temporal Adjustment -

This sums up the general specifics of her powers, creating distortions in time which affect mortals and most things in time. When used against Gods, it’s effect is severely limited. She creates a few events in time to either slow down others or speed herself up. The first two make it so that she can react faster or use her weapons in better timing than without. When used against Gods, their anchor to time makes it so that there’s an equilibrium Myria has to meet between speed and duration. One half second burst of highly sped up time for her or several seconds of time slightly sped up or slowed down for her opponents. When used against mortals, the equilibrium has a much wider range and she can use her power to the highest extent.

Distortion Event -

Between a handful of points, Myria can flash herself back or forward in time a few seconds during combat events. In the world, it’s applications are far more wide, although rarely used. Myria sees no purpose in altering timeflow by sending things forward or backward in time by large gaps, though she uses this to send short prophetic messages about the weather or seasons to help better her people.

Godly Equipment:

Continuity Blade -

A dark metal broadsword, which when used in conjunction with Di’Myria’s abilities causes a bit of a repeated strike a half second afterwards. It creates an aura behind her blade which repeats the previous strike. This is a Gods Bane weapon. When used by a full-sized god, this sword’s guard extends and creates a glowing aura of a much larger blade, for proper use by said god.

Perfectionist Pendulum -

A small gilded pocketwatch and compass for navigation. The compass lines up with the stars and cardinal directions and is synced to time much more perfectly than The Great Clock of Prima using a small magical motor, fueled by Di’Myria’s power.

Timewinder’s Shawl -

Not quite a weapon or utility, but this shawl is imbued with protective energies. It also tends to glow when in combat, and if Di’Myria needs to make an entrance.

Demi Gods:

Kiroas -

Hider

Kiroas stands at 9'5, usually donning his custom armor of the MHC.
Far too serious for his mother, Kiroas is considered The Guardian of Myterias. Kiroas uses the fraction of Di’Myria’s power he inherited to repel borders from the slightly antagonistic packs of Winged Felines and enforce order throughout the land. He’s terribly stiff because of his mortal mother, Kirvan, trying to keep up expectations of him being a demigod and due to her family lineage. Kirivan herself was a member of the Prima Defense Army, which was mostly a volunteer army for times of invasion or defense though they were regarded as the keepers of the city. Kiroas is quite the perfectionist when it comes to combat and trying to keep up spirits of the people.

Vespira -

Hider

Vespira is a tad short at 7'11, though honestly doesn't mind too much.
The daughter of Di’Myria is substantially less a stick in the mud, though both have their dilemma with their mother. Vespira was more of the scholarly type for the most of her childhood and into her teen years for education. The city Vespira was brought up was a coastal city known for it’s technological advancements, bringing the science to the capital. Up until her teenage years, she had never actually known about her mother, being raised by her father. Somewhat adopted under the care of Kiroas at the end of her schooling, it was his idea to teach her in the art of swordfighting, and among her understanding of science, she is nearly a match for her brother. Vespira was gifted a much slower version of her mother’s Sphere of Thought.

Both of Di’Myria’s children share a handful of similar factors. Both are quite irritated with their mother and her escapades as a mortal, thinking that she’s somewhat been apathetic to the people, now knowing that it’s been the exact opposite. They both also haven’t seen the other side of the coin with Di’Myria, being born after the war. They also don’t seem to be able to trust her when she’s disguised, always lurking around her.

Both also have been gifted special blades by Di’Myria. As her people have questionable defenses for invasion, the two of them are somewhat responsible for assisting protecting the cities.

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Name of your Land:

Myterias Magnus

Lands:

Myterias Magnus is a temperate land which about all of it is inhabitable. A large portion of the plains are occupied with farmland, and many cities are founded around large geographical masses. The Capital, Myterias Prima, or just Prima, is dead center in the territory, was initially built around a large mountain. All around the plains are various animals which are mostly left all alone, with people hunting the cattle and the grazing animals for food around the main cities. There are a few mystical locations around the land, including a few bioluminescent forests with purple and blue leaves, a lake surrounded entirely by mountains, and rolling forested hills which seem to be eternally in a state of autumn. Birds seem to avoid this area but flock to the Spirit Forests.

People:

The people of Myterias Magnus are mostly human with various exceptions. Most of those exceptions are treated with high respect, as most locals approach most with open minds.

Culture:

Most of the food in Myterias Magnus are agricultural based though nomadic cattle farmers do strive. There are some conflict with some of the farmers property, though they usually exchange cattle in exchange for grazing rights. Most people live within the groups of cities bunched together, staying away from the borders. Most nearby cities have an interconnected series of aqueducts, carefully yet seamlessly blended into most official buildings.

The people of Magnus are both of science and of culture. Most have a certain distaste for war and most forms of violence, only those in the MHC (Magnus Homeland Coalition, which acts as a defense force and a police, and whose armor resembles the Roman Legion minus the feathers) and the localized militaries have much taste for blood. Even then, they only choose to defend themselves in times of need, and historically have done a good job of doing so. They do have schools of practice for all of their training of warriors.

Both their scientific endeavours and their literature have been staples of their culture, their science being closely tied into spirituality and worship for their goddess. Being guided by the Patron of Navigation makes quite a few stories. They take pride in their architectural advancements and their stories of times long, long ago.

Politically each city is individualized with separate groups, the Capital Government only intervenes for homeland defense and stimulating trade across the land, all for the better of the people. Corrupt individuals in the government are either imprisoned or exiled, although their jail system is quite well kept. It does get lonely, though it’s humane to say the least.

Technology:

Roman/Byzantine-Era, plus a few hundred years for the clocks.

Capital:

Myterias Prima. Being the capital of Magnus, Prima has The Great Clock. It branches out into four other cities towards the outskirts, connected by roads and guided by the aqueduct system. The city itself is the biggest within the nation, and is situated next to a large mountain, on the side is where Di'Myria resides.

The Great Clock of Prima:

Every city and town in Myterias Magnus is built around a large circular platform with markings dividing it into 10 equal parts, signifying time. Towards the center of this platform are usually several pillars which are used to line up with the stars to tell the date relative to time of year. Using these and the sun, with some magic to align the trajectory properly, each town is properly synced in time. The inside of these are left exposed for easy reading of the time. These clocks are the centers of town, with the outer rim being lined with trading posts and the inner sides being set up for speeches and performances of whatever kind.

Beings:

There are a few different species of Winged Felines, some feral and some are quite peaceful. The feral ones tend to be bigger and bear much larger teeth. The peaceful types tend to be much smaller and are the size of a small child, not reaching larger than a teenager at full age. Those are In nightly invasions of these Felines assisted by marauding Thick-Skinned Bears, which are usually kept at bay due to both fire and their distaste for the clocks. Something about the magic makes it so they’re deterred from entering the cities inner boundaries. Bear meat is one of the few hunted wild animals which are good for eating, though those from far away seem to always cost more and are considered delicacies. In the Spirit Forests, as the name implies, some nature spirits inhabit the area and usually stay away from outsiders, though tend to be active at night.

To answer your question, @Antarctic Termite, I believe we established in Discord that disguises were in play. I think we need to have like a fact sheet for stuff we just made up on discord for the record in the actual thread. I dunno if our wonderful GM [@Yennifer] would like to read over what I've finished again, but even as a co-GM I think it's only polite to wait the procedure.

[Obscene Symphony]

I will also be finishing my sheet tonight after work. I get off at 5:15 my time, and the time for me right now is 9:44am (so about 7 hours from now). @Yennefer Think that'll be in time to catch the opener?

[agentmanatee]

Naqqash, God of the suffering WIP

Name: Naqqash

Gender: Male

Appearance

Naqqash, Patron of Slaves

Naqqash was born a grotesque. Were he not a demigod he no doubt what have been born dead. His bones were warped and many fused together, great spiky growths ripped free of his skin and his skeleton was dotted with cruel bone spurs. His skin was rent and torn, tougher than leather by the time he reached adult hood. His face was so rictus and terrible his father had it hidden beneath a thick helm... through which the spines grew and eventually fused it to his skin like the rest of his armour. He stands at about 13 feet tall, and is well muscled despite his twisted form.

Personality: Naqqash is a serious God, he is slow to jest or joke as he believes such things can be distracting. However, despite what you'd expect, Naqqash is neither dowre nor depressed. Indeed, he carries himself with a poised since of hope and determination. He is never idle or lazy, intent on making his hopes and the hopes of his followers a reality. He lets not his pain stop or hinder him, turning it into his strength, a cross to bear turned into tool rather than a crutch or hindrance. He practices what he preaches, he accepts his suffering and moves on, keeping it from hurting him more than it absolutely must. So, while not jovial or seemingly happy, he is kind and understanding. He wishes ill will on very few, only the holders of the lash who do so without thought or remorse. His amiable nature gives way to endless determination when the need arises, stubbornness is a trait he keeps from his father.

Major Domain: None

Minor Domains: Pain and Loss

Your Avatar:

Cerberus

A massive three headed dog,large as many other avatars standing several hundred feet tall.

Stance: Naqqash is yet to declare an alleigance, too afraid of making the same mistake as his father and backing the wrong Gods. But, suffice to say he hopes to find a side to back that gets him his fathers Center of Power, an item he longs for an believes is his by birthright.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: Naqqash sided with his father, the God of Greed, who had sided with War. During the war Naqqash was his fathers principle warrior, being his only child. the Demi god was a talented warrior, said to be able to outlast any opponent in a fight. Some claimed he could not tire, and that no amount of pain could stop him. That his thick skin, dull reaction to pain and thick bones made him nearly un-beatable. While simply a myth made during war, he remained unbested until the very end. Once his father was slain by the Goddess of the storm Oksana, Naqqash immediately surrendered. It was no longer his fight.

After that he bent the knee to the King once more, his stake gone with his fathers death.

Center of Power: Naqqash has no center of power... his father did. But that is lost to him, or rather kept from him, by the King of the gods so he cannot become a full god. This is due to the fear of the King and Oksana that greed is untrustworthy inherently and would inevitable betray them again. Naqqash is convinced he would do no such thing, and deserves his fathers center.

Relations

-a good friend and spiritual son of Sekh, god of pestillence (Obscene)
-Under the suspicion of the Goddess of time, andd trying to prove himself to her and others (Kit kat)
-enemy of Oksana, slayer of his father and one of the primary people keeping his fathers Center of Power out of his hands
-Ahru is a friend and positive influence on Naqqash, who is often happy to see the trickster even when neing the subject of jokes and pranks
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Powers

Naqqash is a dangerous combatant, though his grotesque form could suggest otherwise. Though slower than many other Gods, almost none can match his resilience. In fighting Naqqash relies on his strength and ability to take damage and keep fighting. Though taslented in his own right, the strength he has gained from his life of pain and hardship is his greatest tool. Rare is the fighter who has even a chance to outlast Naqqash.

Godly Equipment

Golden thorn: Naqqash's personal weapon, it is a fusion of his own old blade and his father's Gods-bane sword.

Fused armour: His armor has long since fused with his body, meaning unlike many others who wear armour he is far less slowed down by it. In addition, the armour is nearly impossible to seperate from his body.

Bone Spines: His body is covered in cruel, sharp protrusions that torment his form, and are extremely sharp and make fighting him up close exrtremely hazardous.

Demi Gods: Naqqash has no children, his form is to grotesque to support such a thing.

The Wilds of Elkesis

Name of your Land: The followers of Naqqash and indeed Naqqash himself have no lands, being the dispossessed and enslaved. His worshippers are the cults beneath the lash, the gatherings of slaves in the night and the grotesques in the gutters. Those who are lost, in pain, who see no end to their own suffering.

These are his worshippers. The young god has far less than others, but thhey are truly fanatical. His priests are the ones who whisper frantically in the night about hope, about freedom and prosperity. He likes it this way. To help the desperate and destitute, and give them hope when it seems there is none. The closest to a land he has are the wilds of Elkesis, a place of deep gnarled woods and disturbing beasts. The beasts and wilds like their creator are twisted and warped and in much pain. Some shoulder it like their master, others are cruel and ornery predators. Also in these woods are his only 'organized' churches. Escaped slaves and grotesque pilgrims dance amongst the trees, embracing their pain and celebrating it together.

It is their home, and Naqqash loves it this way.

Lands: The Wilds of Elkesis are like something out of a terrifying tale or painting. The trees are blackened and twisted, their trunks gnarled and made up of extremely tough wood. The branches have deep red leaves or no leaves at all, creating a desditute and dark look. The beasts are little better, often large and as disturbing in appearance they prowl the woods fighting eachother or seeking food and always in pain or with some other suffering. Massive hairless dogs with black and cracked skin and a mouth filled with rock like teeth seemingly placed happhazardly along their jaws. Long reptiles with wrinkled scales and pained expressions, beasts stranger still prowl the thick woods with dead foliage that seems to always grow.

Gnarled roots and vines seem to try and drag the inhabitants down... but still people live here. The free folk as they call themselves are all quite alike. All have suffered greatly in one way or another, and bear their scars happily. Former slaves and grotesques, shunned children and bastards, victims of abuse at the hands of loved ones or others, prisoners unjustly imprisoned and tortured. All have suffered in their own way, and live together now in the great cults of their lord. They walk through the wilds, often armed and armoured to survive, but exalting their freedom. At night they will build great pyres and dance about them, the scars of life apparent on their flesh in all their own unique ways. Sometimes one of the cults will be visited by their god, whi will join them in revelry, or tell great stories of his suffering, or even set them on a mission to bring more like themselves to this holy land.

Here all are free.

People: The people of Elkesis were by and large not born their. Most are runaways and wanderers, pilgrims and oasis seekers. They say in order to find his land as a mortal you must have experienced a great pain in their life, and that the gnawing ache will lead there as scars throb and even bleed as they get closer. They are from everywhere and it shows, sking colors of every range are seen and members of many different races find salvation here. And all kinds are welcome, for we all seek a place where we suffer no longer.

Culture: Nomadic, the people of Elkesis move where the food is in the wilds, unable to farm the top soil. But they do not do so with frowns, and complain very little. they are stoic and determined to survive in their new lives of freedom, free from thie old pains. All worship Naqqash here, for only his worshippers would ever stay in such a place, let alone find it.

Technology: The technology is largely primitive or mix and matched as the populace simply brings whatever they can with them to this oasis.

Capital: The closest thing to a capital is the great thicket. A massive patch of briars, thorns, and downed trees. Its said if you can get to the middle it is where Naqqash lives when he is not travelling.

Beings

Ogres