[CHAR] Land of Roa

[SaintJackal]

Avhir/Svalberd

God:
Name: Avhir, The Watcher, The Deal-Maker, The Northern Spirit
Dominion: Ice, Contracts
Appearance: Whilst within the borders of Svalberd, Avhir retains his true form of a gargantuan leopard seal, easily matching the size of a military galleon and with a monstrous maw capable of swallowing men whole. Avhir can also project himself out into the world, which makes him look like a small penguin not much taller then your knees.
Personality: Avhir is often ruthless but also holds a spark of cuiousity. Approaching his own subjects with a certain degree of disdain and just as open to entrapping or consuming them as outsiders, he is at least fair in his malice. Intrigued especially by acts of kindness or sacrifices by others, he seldom offers mercy but will sometimes spare victims of unnecessary pain if they amuse him. In times where he needs the assistance of his subjects he will approach them as a penguin instead of his true form, but otherwise never openly seeks out others; instead content to laze in the sun. In his more meek form he is less openly aggressive but replaces this hostility with sarcasm and cynicism.
Powers: Has full control over ice and snow, able to move, shift or generate either in abundance dependent on air moisture levels. Also can grant 'contracts' outside of his usual limits on strict conditions to mortals, with their breaking resulting in the mortal being transformed into a leopard seal. Otherwise has tremendous strength and speed in his own territory, and is a worthy adversary to most. Has no physical influence outside of his dominion but can still accept or broquer contracts.
Mortality: Unable to be killed whilst outside of his dominion but also unable to physically affect anything, he is indeed mortal in his true form but it would take a severe amount of lethal damage to take him down.

Nation:
Name: Svalberd
Terrain: A large Arctic wasteland with huge glaciers and icebergs at its north, open water in its centre and arid grassy tundra making up the rest of its land.
Wildlife: Abundant in fish and sea life, the tundra supports little life but the most resilient livestock. The polar North is home to little more then leopard seals, the victims of Avhir's contracts. These animals transformed to mindless beasts, converge on Avhir's location, and hundreds can be found lazing in his vicinity.
Species: A small population of humans inhabit the dry grassland and oceans of Svalberd, and a local population of bipedal Beorn work in closely with these humans. Beorn are large bipedal polar bears, with deep rugged voices and tremendous strength.
Culture(s): Most residents of Svalberd fall into two groups, either raiding, sea-faring pirates, Svalgaurd, or hunter communities of coastal fisherman, Svaluit. The spiritual leaders of these groups are priests to Avhir and practise rune-based magic, allowing them to command the element of ice or heal the wounded or ill.
Capital: Osh, the only city in Svalberd possesses an advanced defensive system. High ice walls and contrived war machines line its outskirts and a built up collection of shacks build up to create a towering clump of improvised housing, reinforced as time has passed. The only place to purchase foreign exports in Svalberd and the most outsider friendly.
Important Individuals: Silverfur, Beorn mystic leader.
Tyrol, Svalguard legend and notorious pirate.
Hooka Featherskin, Svaluit Leader and ambassador.

[Rhymer]

Yilig Cro

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Dominion(s): War, Conquering, Sacrifice and Slaves

Appearance: The skin of Yilig Cro is sewn together from the peoples he has conquered with his horde, the Indra Idris. His hair, intricately braided in varying styles is the color of dried blood. His heavily tattooed face is passive, even in the heat of battle. The tattoos are patterns only and change at his leisure. He carries a spear of bone with an obsidian blade, a golden double-edged shortsword named "Endless" and a long whip with 700 barbs on the tongue. His golden armor is ornate with pyramidal patterns of interlocking mail. He wears grieves and simple sandals. Sometimes carries a simple golden round shield that he can summon from thin air in an instant.

Personality:Yilig Cro is demanding of his people, the Indra Idris. Obedience and ritual are of the utmost importance to Yilig and demands almost continuous warring. Although strict, he is hardly passionate, instead presenting edicts with a passive and inhuman temperament. He speaks only with his priesthood, the Cro.

Powers: Yilig can increase his height to 60 feet-anything on his body (weapons,armor etc.) changes accordingly. He has superhuman strength, endurance and sight and smell. He feels no pain or emotion.

Magic Items: "Vel" The Bone Spear can kill crops and shake the foundations of man-made structures. "Endless" Ritual Shortsword can be wielded only by Yilig-Cro. 'Endless' can return to life the last person it killed for a short time. These 'slaves' are completely under Yilig-Cros control.

Mortality: Yilig-Cro will die if his priesthood is wiped out and his temples destroyed

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Indra Idris

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Terrain:Indra Idris is a mire of steamy jungles, rivers, isolated mountains and dark canyons. It is rainy, disease infested land with little in the way of cleared, ariable soil. Some small coastline provides fish and safe harbor. The land being the inhospitable bitch that it is prevents any major trade. Any cultural influence from the outside world is gained through returning conquerors.

Wildlife:Mostly plague creatures;insects, snakes and rodents. Very troublesome to those that don't know how to deal with them. The Indra Idris are very skilled at dealing with poison/disease/pestilience.

Species:The largest mammal is the albino-tusked elephant used famously in Indra Idris armored cavalry. Legend has it Yilig-Cro stole the elephant from distant lands in one of his conquests. The most dangerous is either the Purple Jaguar, a solo hunter that lives deep in the jungles and whose blood can portent the future, or the Widowing Viper whose poison can increase your lifespan (if you survive the dose).

Culture:The Idris are a diminutive, subjugated people ruled by Yilig-Cros priesthood. The Priest caste are taller, more muscular people with better quality of life. The Idris are the common foot-soldiers, merchants and workers. They have no written word and rely on the priesthood (called the Cro) for administration and direction in battle. The Cro direct official state policy and enforce Yiligs will.

The Cro priesthood are the heavily armored commanders in battle and mortal voice of Yilig. They enforce his will among the masses and work up the armies in a zealous fury before battle. Legends in their own right, they carry enchanted weapons and armor into battle. Balam Po, chief priestess of Yilig wears a gold helm the shape of a snakes head. She carries a spear and hand axe and is accompanied by her 23 naked slaves into every battle, a human shield of innocence; Yilig-Cro approves.

The Albino Tusked Elephant cavalry is more for shock than true tactical advantage. Although it is hard to break a charge of 100 or more elephants. They cause chaos and havoc in battle-leaving room for the seemingly endless foot soldiers to wade into enemy lines. The Indra Idris are not afraid to die and Yilig-Cro demands it of them often.

Capital: The city of Ganva lies next to Mount Agni and straddles the River Ipe, the largest river in Indra Idris. The pyramids and temples of Ganva can be seen from any part of Indra Idris. Stone ziggurats emerge from the tropical jungle, painted in bright warm tone colors (often red, often blood). Small forts form a perimeter around the city, and canals provide quick travel within the metropolitan area. Barges of priests and their executions ply the hot vapid waters, carefully carrying the entrails and corpses to the temples for further rites.

Important Individuals: Balam Po, Chief Priestess to Yilig-Cro, Tabay, Leader of the Idris in Ganva

[KaiserAuto]

Hasushi-bano, Ushibano'o
The Six Lord-Swords of the Sun

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Dominions:

Honor, Duty, and the Sun.

Hasushi-bano

Ushibano'o

Appearance:

The Six Lord-Swords of the Sun, the Hakabi, are weapons of immense creation, whilst on display their edges glow with power, the sharpness of the blade seeming able to pierce even the air around it whilst stationary. The handle of each sword is unique, going from intricate ornaments such as silk and high quality wool- to unique handles made out of a small metal ingot decorated with unknown kinds of runic carvings. Each blade is unique, each blade holds it's own personality and worst of all: each blade holds it's own morality and feelings- and hatred. The blades personality is displayed by the appearance of the blade itself- the lenght, the sharpness, the appearance, the bending, all this plays an important role in the blades personality.

When three or more swords are gathered together in the same immediate vicinity, the swords unite their personalities into one deific entity which wields them, this entity is known as Hasushi-bano. Hasushi-bano is a union of three or four of these god-swords, the Hasushi-bano holds the quality and appearance based on the features of the swords that summoned him.

The Ushibano'o is the ultimate entity which can be crafted by these swords, being a union of 5 swords, the Ushibano'o is the most powerful form of that these swords can craft, however, there has never been a 6 sword union before. The Ushibano'o is clad in a Hassai soldier's armor, however it is twisted to appear far more magnificent and lordly- Ushibano'o is known as The Ussai Lord, the Sun King.

Personality:

The Hakabi is the name of the entire collection of these Lord-Swords, each sword holds it's own personality, and the Hasushi-bano holds it's own unique traits, same with the Ushibano'o. This section will be used to describe the unique traits of each sword, as well as the few unique traits of the Ushibano'o and the Hasushi-bano. Bear in mind that the traits of each sword are added to the tratis of the summoned deity.

The Hurano:
This sword is known as the Iron Sword, it holds a fiery hatred of any thing living, it is known as the Sword of Hatred.

The Assaki:
This sword is famed for it's frozen edge, it is a calm blade that has hatred of anything which disturbs the order of things living, it is known as the Sword of Order

The Muroi:
This sword is infamous for it's dreaded presence in Hassai history, it holds a great joy for trickery and shroud, it's blade is shrouded in fog and mystery. This lead to it's name; the Sword of Trickery.

The Kagari:
A sword which upholds the pillar of duty and experience, this blade is scarred and worn to the point of impressiveness. It's blade is the oldest of the Hakabi, therefore it's known as the Old Sword.

The Ussai'i:
This sword fills the air with saddness and grief, it's blade is spilled with blood told to belong to a deity of great might. The sword cries over its misdeeds which is why it's known as the Sword of Treachery, but also as the Sword of Grief.

The Buri:
A holy sword even amongst the Hakabi, this sword is said to encompass the might of the sun within its golden blade. It's said to be the lord of all swords and therefore it's known as the Ushiban-kabi, the King-sword.

Hasushi-bano:
A lord of war second only to the great lord, this deity is known as the embodiment of three or four of the great lord-swords, however it also stands as the avatar of jealousy holding incredible hatred for those who display love on the field of battle.

Ushibano'o:
As the Lord-King, Ushibano'o is known only in legend and is rarely awoken from his meditation, however the natural qualities of Ushibano'o is the personification of 5 of the lord-swords. But the Lord-King also stands as the avatar of knowledge.

Powers:

Each blade holds it's own power, however the Hasushi-bano and the Ushibano'o have their own sets of skills and abilities. Whilst the powers of the lord-swords can be used by any mortal man worthy enough to be deemed the swords wielder, certain powers are limited only to the gods whom were sealed within the power of these lord-swords.

Hasushi-bano is the avatar of jealousy, however he is a very hateful individual. His unique powers are centered around the heavenly lightning, channeling his fury into the realms of pure energy; thus channeling his hatred into purified lightning. the Holy Raikage, the Storm Lord, that is what the Hasushi-bano's skill is known as.

Ushibano'o is known as the Lord-King, but he is also known as the Lord of Sun, he literally channels the suns might through a wormhole just behind his shoulders. This skill is known as the Sun King, Hasuhi Bashi.

Mortality:

The swords cannot be destroyed, they were forged by an unknown deity many ages past and they were used by this very deity to enchackel two powerful deities within the Hakabi seal mechanism. The deities which are sealed within the mechanism, Hasushi-bano, and Ushibano'o are also immortal, however when they are summoned, they can be resealed if the sword requirement is failed to be met, for example: If one of Ushibano'os five swords leaves contact with his aura, he is forcefully resealed.

When the deity is sealed, they are put into a statue like state, taking on the appearance of an actual statue. There they are forced to meditate until awoken.

The Hassai Princepality

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The Chackled Palace, the house of the Statue of Ushibano'o

Terrain:

The Hassai region is a land of fairy like scenery with trees bearing blue leafs and rivers flowing like pure magic. Waterfalls and other pseudo-divine landmarks fill the land, and wonderful architecture bless the houses of the Hassai Principality. The Hassai Region is known as a spiritually active region where the barrier between mortality and spirituality is closely entwined, therefore many shrines, temples and religious palacades are raised to honor the local spirits of varying power, the most famed being the Chackled Palace which is located at the very heart of the Hassai Principality at the center of it's capital; the City of the Pheonix. But there is also the famed Lightning Temple located at the top of the Masah Mountain.

Wildlife:

The Hassai region holds great fame for its mythical beasts and animal life, but there is also taint coloring the beautiful forests and rivers of this beautiful land, one such being the Terror Fiend, a nocturnal lurker which terrorizes the farmland and villages of the Hassai Principality.

Species:

The most prominent species are the Hassai people, individuals of human-like features, however they carry a much more agile frame, however that's not what makes the Hassai region important, no... What makes the region important is its many animals of impressive variety. One such beast is the Pheonix, a bird well known across the land for its appearance: it's a bird engulfed in living fire. But there's also innumerable spirit animals and living animals alike.

Culture(s):

The Hassai Principality is a society ruled by the Pheonix Prince, a man who is chosen by the palaces' personal pheonix Akkar. Whenever a Pheonix prince dies, a new one is chosen by Akkar. The society is ruled by honor and duty, but also an insanely close connection to spirituality, many soldiers are blessed by monks and certain monks go to battle with the blessing of personal spirits so that they may summon spirits to battle.

A wise man once said the following about the Hassai Principality: "Building, forging, crafting and praying- all this is pioneered by the people of Hassai, at the cost peace- now even the land has begun to hate them. (The Hassai)"

Capital:

The City of the Pheonix.

Important Individuals:

The Pheonix Prince Shi Van Bao
General Habiyo Shinyo
General Hao Kiri
Master builder Kene When
Lord of the Forge Shibuya
Bao Feng Hai

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[Klomster]

Name(s): Ha, lord of the forge, master of arms, steel personified.
Dominion(s): Steel, forging and crafts, weapons, chivalry, walls.


Appearance: Ha, has the appearance of a massive knight clad in black steel armour. Armed with a massive sword which never cooled after its forging, and never will. How Ha looks beneath his harness is unknown and non who have tried have ever succeded to pursuade him to show. Neither through words or martial prowess.

Personality: Ha is a stout individual, that values his solitude, he often resides within his forge and let the ruling of the land be done by mortals.
But when he does exit, he commands without doubt and demands the very best of each of his subjects. Failure is frowned upon and to fail Ha himself is often punished with death.
He is contemplative and resourceful in nature, never rushing into a situation. Ha values honor and chivalry, and as such gives those who live by it codes the respect they deserve.

Powers: Ha is of great stature and is taller than the tallest pine in the forest, he wields great strength in combat, but is also intelligent.
Ha has the power to create lesser objects that fall within his dominion at will, larger weapons of war can be created with some time, Ha also wields the power to forge powerful magical artifacts with enough magical resources.
These items can then be given to promising mortals to carve out their names in legends, or wielded by divine agents or even other deities.
With the right resources Ha can summon iron angels. Iron angels are the personification of the power of steel, winged divine agents clad in a sleek plate suit and armed with a short magical sword, and a grip which drains the power of sacred beings.
The angels are large and very hard to slay, and a great hero or a divine would need to intervene to stop one.
While revered, the iron angels are not sacred in Lûm.

Magic Items: Ha wields the sword "Ember" when it strikes home the blade bursts into flame making it cut through armour like cloth and bathing the struck in flames. Normal mortals cannot hope to survive its strike, although epic heroes with powerful weapons might be able to parry Ember's might.
Ha also wields a runic hammer of the forge, by some told to be the first hammer, and named after Ha himself ,Ha-mmer. With its might, less magical resources is needed when forging magical artifacts. And its strike can shake mountains, but is unwieldy in combat.

Mortality: Ha as a god will die if his dominion dies, his form can be slain however with great difficulty, if slain his form will dissipate, and so will his artifacts, but Ha has hidden his viscera outside his body, should he be slain he will in time reform by his viscera, clad in his harness, armed with his blade and hammer. If the viscera is destroyed, Ha will be as well.
Ha's viscera is at all times guarded by two iron angels, within an unnamed mountain behind gates and walls of black steel.

Nation: Lûm, the iron forest.

Terrain: Lûm is a harsh land, the iron forest is a literal description of the realm, the trees hold no leaves and the entire land is covered in the ashes of forging. It resembles a dark dead forest from the outside.
Living in Lûm is harsh, but far from impossible. The iron woods look dead but are alive, and crops is grown in specially prepared land. While normal crops cannot live in Lûm, so cannot many animals, the land holds many living things outsiders would probably never consider as food or animals.

Wildlife: Lûm is the home to large bears, and massive moose, whom looms the woods and feeds upon its hidden life. Small animals resembling rocks are plentiful, a hardened shell protecting them from harm.
Black ravens live in Lûm as well, what they live of is a mystery. Some even say they are undead monsters or spirits, or simply immortal.
To oversee the expanses of forests and mountains, the ranger corps oversee the woods. http://www.conceptart.org/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=45388&stc=1&d=1162755275
Their mounts taken from their mothers at a young age, this is the only way to train these animals and to try with a wild specimen, is basically suicide for common men.

Species: The people of Lûm are humans of large and stocky build and pale skin. While the difference between a denizen of Lûm and another place would be instantly visible, they are still humans.

Culture: In Lûm, no life is sacred, but steel is!
The pursuit of perfection and strength is prevalent in the Lûm society, and to fail at a task is to fail oneself. But it is of little matter. Lûmians are of flesh, and flesh is fallible. Only steel is infallible.

The priesthood consists of skilled master smiths, whom is held revered for their ability to shape metal and forge steel. But not even they are sacred in Lûm. The master smiths are the only ones who can and are allowed to practice magic. And their power is too slight to be of use outside magical forging.
The master smiths are resourceful, and have the ability to, with difficulty forge lesser magical artifacts. Where they excel however is in the production of black steel!

Black steel is an alloy of metal and magic, which makes the metal much stronger than regular steel. Black steel suits of plate is regularly produced, and large contingents of the army wears one in battle.
To wear black steel is a great honor for Lûmians, and fight fearlessly when clad in such.

Despite the strengths of Lûm, they are not a numerous people. There will never be a battle where the forces of Lûm are not outnumbered. And if that is not the case, woe betide their foe. For they are lost.

Worth of note that women in Lûm are not allowed in the army, they are however allowed to become master smiths, if able to uphold its merits of course.
Lûm is a highly meritocratic society.

Lûm dampens the natural magic of the land, it is believed it travels into the ground to form more minerals and ores. This results in mages entering Lûm have greater difficulty casting magic.

Military: Lûm has some of the best, if not the best troops one can imagine, for humans that is.
Large strong men clad in steel and wielding a mace with a basket hilt, with an retractable spike on its head which can be deployed for piercing attacks, and a massive steel tower shield with a boss of black steel, the regular infantry forms a wall impervious to most attacks their armour is focused on the right side of their bodies, since the shield is so formidable.
Supporting the line, is light artillery, whom launches rock and iron balls by light ballistae upon wheels. The weakness of the artillery personnel is noted however, and they are clad in steel cuirasses and helms.

The elite of Lûm form the military order known as the guardians. They are clad in exquisite suits of black steel plate, and wield black steel halberds that magically tires sacred foes whom oppose them.
Since only steel is sacred, the thought of holy men and troops are abhorrent to Lûmians, therefore the guardians are tasked with the destruction of heresies as such.
Guardians are masters of defense, but will be no easy foe when attacking.

Only the most elite of Lûm may rise to the stature and skill, but also intellect to call himself a Lord guardian.
Clad in a billowing red and black cape The lord guardians lead the forces of Lûm in battle, and are the only ones allowed to hold titles and land.
Lord guardians suit of plate is enchanted, so that it tires magical beings opposing the wearer.

While regular commanders also exist, they can never hope to impress a guardian, unless he becomes one himself.

Capital: Fortress city of Lûm. A massive bastion of charred stone, its walls have never been breached.
Inside is the foundry of crafts, where the master smiths reside.
Inside a mountain within the city,Ha has built his massive forge, which billows smoke and fire.

Country: The land of Lûm is divided into smaller petty kingdoms ruled by a Despot, but all recognize the rule of Lûm and Ha. And follows their tenets... so far.

Important Individuals:
Grand master Anselm, of the lord guardians. Lord of Lûm. Official ruler of the entire kingdom of Lûm. Prophet of Ha.

Grand master smith Hakon. Official master of all master smiths.

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Notes: If the need arise the petty kingdoms will be named. But initially their names are not important for the story.
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[Cyclone]

Note: This is a huge WIP, I'm just posting to get early feedback. My god probably sounds absurdly OP, but don't worry. I plan on making a small, weak, and mostly ordinary human kingdom as his nation.

Ialu, God of the Saranites

Name(s): Ialu the Enemy of Sanity, Lord of Near and Far, The Hidden One, He who is Always at the Shoulder, The Pale-Eyed King

Dominion(s): Illusion, dreams, insanity, mystery, plotting, manipulation, patience

Appearance: To nigh any being Ialu will appear as whatever he chooses, as his power over the mind allows him to alter even the perception of reality of those near to his physical form. When he manifests himself away from his physical body, whether in the dreams of another or in the real world, Ialu most often takes the form of a strange, speechless mist that has shades of every color men can see, and then some.

If one were to encounter Ialu's physical form and somehow penetrate through the god's shield of illusions, they would see him for what he truly is: an anemic and ancient man cloaked in robes woven from the softest clouds, with a great beard of white that cascades from his neck. If one were to look into the eyes of the dreamer-god they would see only milky white opals, blind to light and the world yet capable of perceiving intangible things such as dreams and thoughts.

Personality: It is said that Ialu's heart beats once in a century. His breaths are even fewer and farther between. The god sits in his throne and sleeps while life goes on and those in his dominion go about their business; though just because Ialu is asleep does not mean he is inactive. Rather, he is in the dream world weaving plots and manipulating the dreams and nightmares of mortals and gods alike. Ialu's intentions, motives, and thoughts are unknown even to his closest followers. Some say that his mind is alien and incomprehensible, but they would be wrong. His ambitions are very real, if secret.

In terms of his interactions with others, Ialu very rarely will directly intervene with matters or appear before his followers, preferring to be the puppet master that weaves webs of plots and intrigue to achieve his goals without drawing the ire or attention of others. He ensures that his land is friendly enough to neighboring kingdoms, though he is careful to limit trade so as to not allow his realm to become reliant on foreign resources. Similarly he strives to limit outside influence so that Saru does not become infected with other traditions, ideologies, or worst of all religions.

Rarely does he speak directly to other gods or get caught up in the petty wars between their domains, preferring to remain neutral with all unless acting otherwise would prove very beneficial. This does not mean that he does not get involved in the affairs of other gods, merely that he tries to hide his own involvement and work from the shadows. Rather than fight an enemy nation, he would prefer to cripple it from within, manipulating the dreams of its people and sending his priests to assassinate important people in an effort to create utter turmoil.

Powers: Within the realm of the sleeping Ialu's power is unfathomable; he can see the every thought and desires of the sleeping, appear before them in their dreams, and plant within their subconsciousness the seeds of whatever thoughts he might choose. In the real, waking world Ialu is much weaker. He is still capable of creating illusions the likes of which most mortals would find unimaginable, though this sort of magic becomes far more difficult if the targets are particularly intelligent or possess magical abilities. He can command almost entire control over the perceptions of those near him, can easily create lifelike hallucinations of all sorts within his own realm. When he manifests himself as mist, his mere presence can induce either a serene and sleepy air, or an aura of paranoia and nightmarish fear. The simple touch of his misty form results in an irresistible need for sleep, and mortals unfortunate enough to inhale the mist can find themselves possessed by Ialu.

However, Ialu holds very little power over the awake outside of his domain. Unless one invites the god of dreams into his mind or Ialu for whatever reason chose to leave his domain and come within the general vicinity of a person, he would be largely powerless to do anything to them. That is, unless they inevitably fall asleep, or enter the lands under his influence. Though it has not happened in living memory, Ialu could awaken from his slumber and travel the world in his physical form. While this would leave the god incredibly vulnerable, it would allow him to unleash his unadulterated and full powers anywhere in the world, if he physically traveled there.

Magic Items:

The Lens of Obscurity - An artifact of incredible power created by Ialu himself, it appears to the untrained eye as a simple hand mirror. Those who merely glance into its depths will find their souls pulled through the glass and into the dream world, effectively causing them to instantly fall into a deep slumber.

Those who possess magic strong enough to resist the artifact (or who are favored by Ialu) can instead stare harder, and see through the mirror as if it was a mere lens of glass. Through the lens one can peer into the dream world just as the god himself does, penetrating the minds of any people in sight wield great power over them. If one possessed a truly extraordinary amount of magical prowess, he or she would be able to use the lenses to contact Ialu himself, see the invisible traces of the god's work, and even sense the location of Ialu's secret temple.

The Lens of Obscurity are guarded by the High Prophet of Ialu, an extremely powerful sorcerer and a force to be reckoned with. The High Prophet uses the Lens both as a tool to communicate directly with Ialu while awake, and as a weapon to carry out the god's will.

Tears of the Night - Not an artifact, but rather a sacred potion with magical properties, made and consumed by Ialu's priests. A strange concoction, it is created by a mixture off many strange ingredients: powdered silver, opium milked from poppy flowers, the fumes of incense burnt within Ialu's holy temples, various herbs, and finally magical gems distilled from pure starlight using an ancient ritual. These components are mixed by alchemists and then blessed by high priests.

The result of all this effort is a strange fluid black as pitch, yet reflective like a mirror. Warriors paint the substance upon their bodies before battle to repel evil and to draw the power and favor of their god. Wise men and philosophers drink small quantities to temper their minds, fortify their health, and increase their magical capabilities. The priesthood boil the tonic over fires and inhale the fumes, which can result in anything from death to personal encounters with Ialu himself, though it usually causes no more than a deep slumber in which the user experiences all manner of strange dreams.

Mortality: Ialu bleeds like you and I; to slay him would take no more than an arrow true to its aim or a sharp blade. Aware of his own great weakness, Ialu hides locked away deep within his first temple, tucked away in a corner of the world. Only a few beings know the location of this hidden temple, however the High Prophet of Ialu who holds the Lenses of Obscurity could tell you. What guardians or other defenses the temple might have are a mystery not even the High Prophet could know.

Almost always sleeping in the safety of his temple, Ialu will only reveal himself to others by entering their dreams or manifesting before them as mist. When he manifests himself in one's dreams he can be banished with great difficulty if the dreamer becomes aware of his presence and actively fights it, though this rarely happens. When he manifests himself in the physical world as mist, he can be neither banished nor slain. Killing Ialu would be easy, the difficulty lies in finding his secret lair or somehow forcing him to show himself in flesh and blood.

Saran

Name: Saranite Kingdom
Terrain: Most of the kingdom's domain consists of the vast sister-deserts, Sharu and Clysu. Sharu lies to the west and Clysu to the east, with the two split by the great Saran, also known as the Silver River. To the north of the two deserts where the Saran's tributaries originate is a large chain of mountains. Near the rivers are large, fertile floodplains where the vast majority of the Kingdom's population is clustered. Near the delta and sea are large forests, dense enough in some places to be called jungles.
Wildlife: The mighty Saran river is in many places plagued by hippopotamuses and crocodiles, yet it also has many serene parts inhabited by turtles, ibis, and the like. Many large fish live in the river, enabling the predators to thrive and Saranite settlements to possess substantial fishing industries far upstream from the sea. The deserts themselves are barren, blazing seas of sand rather than mere grassy steppes or savannas, yet there are still hardier animals like jackals, camels, and scorpions. The coastal jungles are home to the most biodiversity, possessing everything from elephants to tigers.
Species: The Saranite lands are home to two very strange creatures.

The first is the mighty bone vulture, the filthy king of all carrion animals. Bone vultures are massive, occasionally with wingspans wider than three men are tall. Their plumage is ashen and their eyes as black as the shriveled, dehydrated corpses that are left of those who die in the desert. Bone vultures have been known to attack men and carry grown adults away to devour, yet this rarely happens. The birds have an incredibly keen sense of smell or else some sort of magic, as it is said that one can sense a corpse from a dozen leagues away. In any case, the bone vultures wander the desert skies by night, always in search of food. They carry many foul diseases, and a scratch from their talons or wound from their menacing spear-like beaks will nigh always result in a fatal infection. The Saranites behold the bone vultures with both terror and reverence, for the birds are considered mighty, immortal, and sometimes even sacred, yet they are also associated with death, pestilence, and nightmares.

The second creature is known as the Scorpion Man. Even more obscure than the bone vulture, it is rarely if ever encountered. There are many that declare it to be no more than a myth, yet nontheless, once or twice every decade a band of travelers will claim to have encountered one in the desert. A twisted monster, the Scorpion Man has the head and torso of a man, but rather than legs his form gives way to the horrific, chitinous body of a scorpion. Usually about ten feet tall, the scorpion man has venomous saliva, massive claws, the stinger of a scorpion, and two humanoid hands with which it might equip a spear or similar weapon. According to legend, Scorpion Men are intelligent and malevolent, wield terrifying powerful dark magic, and live beneath the sand, plotting to one day clamber to the surface by the hundreds or thousands and claim the petty kingdoms of men for their own.

Culture(s): The Saranites are different from most other feudal societies in that warriors are not considered elite, but rather learned men. From bottom to top, their caste system goes: slaves, farmers, warriors/hunters/slavers, artisans, bureaucrats, scholars/doctors, philosophers, alchemists, and finally priests. This seemingly lopsided and rather complicated caste system ensures stability to a greater extent, and has developed due to the Saranites' history of relative peace and isolation.

Capital: Akkhe
Important Individuals:

[Durandal]

Kara, Lady of the Mystic

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Dominion:

Mysticism, Foresight, and Sculpture

Appearance:

The Lady Kara

Outwardly, Kara appears little more than a fine looking, mature woman taller than average height, even for males. One who assumes this would be incorrect in their assumption. Flowing black hair, retaining a sheen no matter what has happened, is usually half pulled up behind her while the rest hangs loose around her shoulders. Cold eyes stare out of a pale face, lips painted a permanent red. Her clothing is as ornate as her station, usually a red-and-gold fabric arranged into a regal manner, the exact positioning reliant on her mood. A permanent feature is the crown on her head, an item of bronze that she never parts with.

Personality:

Strong of will, keen of mind, and impetuous of nature, Kara does not always bear herself as one would expect a god to carry themselves. Sometimes indulging in childlike pleasures, she rushes to and fro, involving herself in many of the matters of her nation, frequently walking among her subjects as any other person would. Often she insists that others treat her not as a god but simply a mother, there to talk to and depend on. As such, she detests those who would rule by fear and impersonal means, viewing them as not worth of commanding a nation in any means. When protecting those under her, she is merciless in nature except when mercy would hold more strategic value. Each life she claims sees another blood-red mark upon her staff or crown, and the myriad dots attest to her skill as a combatant.

Powers:

As Lady of Mysticism and Foresight, Kara can utilize various magical abilities that enhance her skills tremendously. Blessed with the powers of divination, she is able to trace the paths of the future before they happen, revealing to her the plethora of possibilities that can happen as well which are most likely, although nothing is certain. This allows her to react to events and actions before the user knows they would even embark upon such a course, although this can lead to unintended consequences not expected in the paths of fate. It is this skill that allows her to guide her nation with efficacy, as well as enabling her to succeed in battle.
In addition, she sports more traditional magical abilities, chief among them shields of magic which are at once both aesthetically pleasing and useful. Various combat abilities exist, though they are mainly simple spells such as elemental bolts of energy or rudimentary healing. As one of her domains is sculpture, bodyguards of stone or bronze frequently accompany her.

Magic Items:

The Staff of Palas- An ancient staff of power, it amplifies her abilities greatly, as well as having an enchanted blade at the tip able to tear through most materials with ease.
The Bronze Crown- A symbol of her power, Kara utilizes the Bronze Crown to phase in out and out of substance, enabling her to pass through mundane objects unaffected and some magical items. She cannot, however, interact with much of the physical world in this state.

Mortality:

Kara's physical body is that of a normal human, able to be damaged easily. It is her spirit, however, that endures, for she is a lich, with a phylactery hidden deep within the nation. When she is killed, the crown and staff return to the phylactery after dissolving into dust. Only by destroying the phylactery can she be truly destroyed.

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Affaraqid Caliphate

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Terrain:

Affaraqid is a land of deserts and plains, though sand is the predominant feature. Settlements are few and far between, centered around massive oases that provide the life blood of the desert. As one progresses inwards, the rolling plains give way to the desert, a burning land that kills the unwary. At the center of this desert lies The Mountains, a small chain of mountains that holds a large portion of Affaraqid's population.

Wildlife:

Few animals live in the desert regions, most being dangerous in some manner, whether it be venom, claws, teeth, or simple brute strength. The plains hold most of the wildlife, mainly nomadic grazing creatures and other such herbivores, along with small and medium sized predators.

Species:

Affaraqid is a land of pure humans, all non-human sentient species having been driven out long ago. The humans of Affarqid are usually thinner in frame than other humans, with skin of a bronze color, although their wiry strength and agile muscles enable them to compete with larger peoples.

Culture(s):

The Affaraqid's are a simple people on the outside, complex underneath, and exultant in their lives. Each person enters life in shade and ends in it, a representation of the deshrouding of the eyes at birth and the shrouding of life at death. A rather peaceful culture, they nevertheless support a military of substantial size that doubles as guards for caravans and emissaries to other nations. Sports are held in high regard and keep the Affarqid people fit. Combined with the harsh conditions of their homeland, Affaraqid's are humans sturdy in spirit and body. Much of their food is spiced with the natural herbs and plants that grow in the plains and desert, including the oft-desired pepper. Architecture is simple, square buildings and open areas that serve to relieve the heat of the day when inside.

Capital:

Morath, City of Bronze

Important Individuals:

Sarik the Younger, Kara's regent in Affaraqid
Sarik the Elder, Commandant of the Armies
Ferulag Hassan, Lord Mystic
Amira Derush, Farseer of Affaraqid

[Palamon]

Ruhn and the land of Lorak

God

God
Name: Ruhn (Roo-hin)
Dominion(s): Comedy, Fear, and Mischief as well as their incarnations, Actors, Comedians, Poets, and Criminals
Appearance:

Having a rather irritating habit of changing appearance whenever it suits him, Ruhn’s appearance is not definite. However, Ruhn will appear most often as a court jester over 7 feet in height with various outfits, but will change his shape into odd and unsightly amalgamations of various creatures and objects on a whim.
Personality: Viewing the world as a perfect preservation of chaos, Ruhn treats the world as a playground of experiences. Allowing his subjects to do as they please, and exercising his rule over them only when absolutely necessary, Ruhn rules with a lackadaisical touch that is no doubt the cause for Lorak’s anarchical state. He is not in control of his emotions, and prefers it stay that way. Constantly shifting between the fun loving smile and the fear inspiring scowl, some of his subjects have theorized their deity to be insane. Those subjects are usually never seen again.
Powers: Being able to appear and disappear in clouds of smoke allows Ruhn to constantly cause mischief among the populace and other gods, and this is only aided by his ability to disguise himself as any creature and he has through nothing but practice become rather good at voice imitation.
Magic Items: Ruhn possesses a small bauble or false scepter which has the sometimes useless and sometimes useful ability of either striking someone with an lung straining amount of laughter or a mind and body crushing level of fear. Ruhn does not decide which, the bauble is random every time.
Mortality: Ruhn’s body is merely a vessel for his consciousness and his essence. In order to kill Ruhn once and for all, one must destroy his body in it’s entirety. For instance if his whole body was destroyed save for an eyeball, his entire consciousness would still reside in the eye-ball.

Nation

Nation
Name: Lorak
Terrain: A desolate wasteland constantly ravaged by war, terrible standup comedy acts, dramatic plays that refuse to end and more often than not famine and drought. Nearly all savannah plains and desolate flatland, the terrain of Lorak is dominated by a central plateau on which sits the only city, Dorun, the capital. And beneath this plateau sits the only source of water. A large aquifer that feeds into the various springs and ponds that dot Lorak’s terrain.
Wildlife: An assortment of small mammals and birds, there are no top predators save the humans that call Lorak home.
Species:The humans that call Lorak home are some of the happiest and scariest of the world. Comedians, actors, poets and criminals are an odd mix for a population and there is a pervasive lack of artisans and craftsmen. Food is often hard to come by, and the people’s survival is often left up to what can be stolen, or earned through performance.
Culture(s): As is laid down in Ruhn’s hopes for his people, there is only one rule, experience life. This “One Commandment” culture is as you could imagine rather chaotic. A true anarchist state, the people only survive by either using each other or helping each other.
Capital: Dorun, the city of Fear and Fun. A sprawling city of coffee houses, nightclubs, casinos and racketeering, Dorun was founded by Ruhn to be a place where artists and criminals could coexist. Where comedians could tell jokes, where actors could act, and poets could embrace the muse. Everyone seems to either be enjoying life together or fighting to the death. A truly awesome sight where Ruhn’s vision of the world experience can be realized.
Important Individuals: Lucky Rob the Mayor of Dorun. Sheila Brun: Actress, assassin. Boris Agavaran: Musketeer, standup Comedian, convicted murderer, Commander of the Musketeers of Lorak

[Elitestpotato]

Nim, The Grim

Dominion(s): Death

Appearance: A frail looking, malnourished humanoid. Appearance of a 20 year old male, with burn marks being used almost like war paint, creating a skull on Nim's face. His finger tips and tips of toes are black, as if frost bitten. Scars decorate the rest of his body.

Personality: Nim is grim. He takes everything seriously, without an ounce of emotion. He is methodical, always having a plan. Nim is a somewhat fair but sometimes cruel leader. Nim requires one Genu sacrifice from every village/city in his Nation at the end of each month. The sacrifices are random, with the only ways to be exempt are to join the military, be some kind of leader, are a Beast Genu, or show a proficiency in an important skill (like blacksmithing or healing). As said, Nim is a somewhat fair leader, wanting the best for his nation. However, death feeds him and empowers him so that is his number one priority. He is willing to do anything to cause death unless it threatens the life of his nation (not single inhabitants, however). It is a daily balancing act that he handles expertly, but, the All-God was always fearful of Nim losing control and having the god's lust for death take over...

Powers: Death in the world gives Nim power. The more death, the more powerful. However, if there is not enough death in the world, Nim will grow weak. It is said that if there is a day without death, Nim will perish.

Mortality: Very, very hard to kill. Also, see above.

Nation: Mortem

Terrain: Many plains. Few trees. Very cold constantly, yet Flora still survives.

Wildlife: Black, Jaguar like felines with porcupine-like spikes on their backs, called Sharpbacks, patrol the plains. They are occasionally domesticated and used as war animals. Large, dumb elephant like creatures (basically the same in appearance, minus the trunk and adding a hog like snout), called Snorks, are herded and treated like cattle. Humanoid Raven-like creatures, named Hunters, fly at night, picking off and eating anything smaller than it (like Sharpbacks, rats, buzzards, crows, baby Snorks... Basic Genu children). There are also regular earth rats and crows.

Species: The Genus (gin-you)
There are two types of Genus. The first, called Basic Genus are humanoid and, on average, 5 foot 11 inches tall. They are very dark skinned. They are mostly of average build and brain, but, they are loyal (to the point of setting themselves on fire and run screaming into an enemy camp in the name of Nim). They are mostly very plain and don't ask for much, but are also very unimaginative. They have a natural average lifespan of 70 years. On the other hand, there are Beast Genus. Beast Genus are, on average, 6 foot 5, very sleek and well built, they have canine-like jaws filled with hundreds of deadly teeth. Their arms are lengthy and end with large, clawed hands. The claws themselves are 6 inches long and razor sharp. The Beast Genu's legs are agile, having the front part of the foot touch the ground with the rest off the ground (think the feet of the Aliens in the movie Aliens). They are very intelligent and trained from the day they can speak in combat and politics. Beast Genu are however rarely born, once every decade. Also, their lifespan is only 50 years. Beast Genus are put into positions of power. There are only 4 alive at a time. One is the Commander of the Military, one is the leader of the enforcement of The Law of Nim, one is Nim's personal body guard and adviser, and one is an Ambassador to other gods.

Culture(s): The Genu obviously value death and celebrate it every way possible. They have multiple holidays and festivals celebrating death. They celebrate the end of month sacrifices. Almost all art, music, and stories revolve around Nim and death. The Genus almost blindly follow Nim, and worship him, but not in the religious sense.

Capital: Viscera

Important Individuals: The Four Current Beast Genus: Vena, The Law Enforcement Leader, Cor, the Military Leader, Praesul, the Protector and Adviser of Nim, and Hospes, the Ambassador. Sinciput, the Basic Genu's representer to Nim. Brutus, the Nation's strongest warrior (legend has it that he once beat a Beast Genu in a thumb war...).

[Senor Herp]

Ophion

Ophion of the Stars

"O ye sons of the Dark, do not weep; for He shall wipe all tears away, and all woes, and all their causes, and make thee as Light. O ye sons of Ignorance, do not balk, for He shall make thee wise beyond thy years, knowing Good and Evil and all things thereof. O ye sons of Death, cower not, for He shall do away with thy fears, and He shall remake all in bountiful Life ne'er ending. O ye sons of Mortality, do not fall away from the path that He sets before thou, for to walk it is to be as Gods and to know the Eternal as he does."

The Starserpent, Deceiver, Pretender, The One Who Came Late, Lord of Lords (self-styled), King of Kings (self-styled)

Dominions

Pride, Stars, Wisdom, Serpentkind, Liberation (self-styled?) Lordship (self-styled?) and Wonders (self-styled?)

Appearance

The preferred guise of Ophion is that of an immense snake. Although said to have been hundreds of feet wide and many more long in his entry to the world, said to have stolen the sky and eaten the moon, but his power has waned. In the fullest manifestation he is still capable of, he is a more modest two hundred feet long; this is still too large to navigate some of Nechushstan's monumental architecture, occasionally lending him to shrink further.

His scales are, normally, a ruddy gold tinged with red. Two short limbs sprout from his chest, and forward-pointing hooks line his body, 'the better to carry the world away with.' His heart burns bright as a sun, only barely contained, and his voice flashes with fire. In the farflung time of his arrival and during both periods of deep calm and wrath alike, the gold peels away to the black of the night sky, and the red glow gives way to starry blue-white.

When he must guise himself as a man, going forth in astral projection, he is known to take the appearance of a great man with golden-brown skin, two heads taller than the tallest in many nations and built as a giant, with braided beard down to his chest and braided hair down to his center back. A large turban, both rimmed and crowned with silver and studded with countless gemstones, the center setting dominated by an irridescent diamond, sits heavy on his head, and he is clothed in a heavy and richly decorated kaftan in the same color as his scales, changing its color in the passing of night and day.

Personality

While viewed by the cults of the Allgod-born deities as capricious and exceedingly demanding of his followers, the cult of Ophion speaks of him as generous beyond all others, granting boons beyond his demands in return for absolute loyalty. There is truth in both sides; on the level of rulership, while he offers no tolerance towards cults of the 'lesser' gods whom do not pay greater fealty to Ophion's throne (and thus risk their scorn) he is lenient- if watchful- towards those worshipers of familiar spirits whom do, allowing their secondary faith in his 'loyal vassals.' And, while his rule is absolute, it is also heavily distributed amongst both his serpent-spawn, the native spirits and the mightiest mortals, and through this policy of hierarchism combined with absolutism many great works have been wrought through his lands. His is a devil's bargain of loyalty for prosperity, promising vanguardship in ultimate liberation from the world itself.

On the personal level, Ophion bears hubris beyond hubris, unfailingly declaring the world as his empire in rebellion, the gods as 'rebellious lords' and his territory as only the personal demesne of His lordship, rather than the sole demesne. His words are most often sweetly-smug, promising all one may desire, occasionally sagacious in impenetrably riddlic nothing-saying when asked for counsel or challenged in wisdom, and on rare occasions wroth, prophesying every portent of doom and anguish for spite of the lesser over pride unearned. He is known to take a distant paternity to his subjects, granting miracles regularly in demonstration of his personal love of the mortal folk, or else seeing to it that those lesser would-be divinities who have sworn to him grant those miracles outside his portfolio in his stead.

Powers

Ophion's power portfolio is largely of a grandiose, sublime nature, the gross over the subtle, and where there is subtlety, it is on the border of grossness. Over the passing of the lesser heavens he has a degree of influence yet, setting the stars temporarily right and wrong and thusly meddling with the significance of days, much to the frustration of both astrologers, whose starmaps and predictions can be made obsolescent for some span, and ritualists, whose works are uncovered by Ophion's agents and spited. His knowledge of large-scale metaphysical workings is great, although the fine work often falls on those of small enough form and mind to attend it, and his general wisdom is relatively deep, though he grows indignant where proven wrong.

His physical might is immense, and he posseses the power to channel starlight through himself into destructive magic, or to swim through the glowing air as if it were water, as well as subtler manipulations along the lines of divine parlour tricks; dancing lights and simulacrums of bright fog. Despite the scale of his personal power, however, he is often quick to tire, or else conservatively lazy, seeing to it that personal weight-swinging is kept to a minimum. Thankfully for the realm, he is possessed of skill in direct brokering of power by compact, amplifying the power of the minormost near-divine familiar spirits in particular, and has seen many lesser mythical creatures flock to him in hopes of standing alongside or usurping their betters in the middle and high-grade powers, much to their frustrations, as these vassals, both willing, able, and relatively numerous, are a great boon in the wars of containment fought against Ophion, although the degree of lack in standardization can make the raising of levies cumbersome.

Magic Items

The World that Was

Not so much an item as a place, the World that Was is, depending on whether one asks Ophion or one of his rivals, a fenced-off fragment of Pleroma, or a counterfeit pocket dimension. Whichever is the truer nature, its substance is tied up with Ophion's own. Carried in the burning radiance of his heart, entry is through Ophion's fanged maw, ink-shaded and full of terror. Braving through this entryway, in the correct frame of mind, is a rite of passage into the deeper circles of Ophion's personal cult, where men sacrifice their old selves and are remade in his image as living weapons against 'ignorance and ruin.'

Those whom pass through the initial blackness, and do not find themselves indefinitely lost, find themselves beneath an unfamiliar sky and wreathed in fog. Twin moons, static in their setting and said to be Ophion's own inner eyes, gaze down on the visitor, and stars charted in no known sky of Roa cast their light through the gentle mist, lending a serene quality to the moss-draped marble ruins. This mist is ever-nourishing to the rampant overgrowth, and exotic flowers both gently pale and radiantly bright dazzle visitors. The land will often seem to recurse on the traveler, and has often been compared to a rolled-up scroll, either end of the resulting pillar placed end-to-end; this is an oversimplification, as walking in one way from the same place may find oneself in entirely different destinations.

Despite its beauty, the World that Was can be terribly dangerous. Serpent-men, both living and dead, rove the expanse to challenge visitors, interlopers and imprisoned alike, else making themselves meditative squatters in the ruins who ill like to be disturbed, and marble guardians set in sharply euclidean shapes patrol unceasingly & without emotion, pearlescent eyes set in every facing that blaze with death-light. Ophion has been known to astrally project himself to mock or tempt those entrapped. The unprepared will find themselves pushed to the brink by peril, but rarely are they killed outright, the nature and purpose of the realm being a supposed 'alchemical adversity.' Thusly can one find entire communities of mad sages and hard-bitten men-at-arms, trapped for years, or decades, even those descendant from the entrapped, who have never known the land of Roa.

Normally, there is no sun; the night never ends. No living, reliable account of day in The World that Was exists outside either the Cult of Ophion, considered unreliable by scholars outside of its ranks for reason of fanaticism and their accounts often ruled as mere metaphor for the cultist's self-actualization into a tool of Ophion, and the entrapped clansmen, whose accounts are ruled as hallucination-derived wishful thinking and the speakings of ongoing but unadmitted converts.

Mortality

Ophion, though existing outside of the game and rules that the Allgod's children are participating in- and hence, not inside the same compact as they- is not immortal, and neither made mortal in the same fashion, nor is he under the potential protection of the Allgod from fratri-deicide. He is quite open nonetheless in the fact that, in order to penetrate this reality- supposedly- he had to bind his power and present being into an ageless, implacable, yet ultimately mortal quasi-divine form. In so doing, he broke the normal barriers separating this reality from the supposed superreality, thus allowing him to descend and begin his campaign of conquest and liberation from 'the stifling nature of this matter and the chaos of anarchy.'

If Ophion should succeed, he promises an endless frontier of possibility and wonder for those in the world, even those whom are his foes to the last; if he should die, and fail to bring this reality up, on the other hand, he either does not know, or will not say the world's fate, but is clear in his sayings that he will be scattered to the greater cosmos, all that he has brought together as himself over time uncounted and space endless being no longer, and that he will not be able to return.

He has come close to death by divine might before, yet by trickery, has always escaped the deathblow, often even spiting his enemies in so doing, as when he struck down the great god-king of the barbarian hunters Corcanocht through his servant, the Father of Widowers, leading to his present state as a mummified, dying idol, and Ophion's survival, though cowed and humbled.

Nechushstan

Nechushstan, Land of the Serpent's Fall

Terrain

"Let no one who lives impugn the holiness of Nechushstan and its cause. What a foolish world has seen as calamity, we have realized as hope. What a fearful world has fallen away from, we have marched proudly to meet. What an evil world has seen as its death, we have seen as our salvation! And all shall find their way out again, that none may doubt our virtue!"

Wildlife

(Combination between core continental African, east Indian and Levantine species, focus on 'exotic' fauna)

Species

(Large serpents slithering, walking or flying;
Unconventional or original species should be followed by a description/picture.

Culture

(Late Turkic seminomads, Levantine ascetics, Greek philosopher-republics, Sikh religious militants as example potential groups, miracle-modified serpentmen, lizardfolk, medusae and other naga as both subgroups of national subgroups, and belonging to their own over-subgroup of the blessed with potentially distinct intercultural values)

Nāgī, the Eye of Ophion

Important Individuals

[The Captain]

Ignore for now.

[KaiserAuto]

Orbus, the Scale Holder

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Name(s):

Orbus, The Scale Holder, Master of Order, the Necessary Force of Things to Be, The White Angel, The Divine Enforcer.

Dominion(s):

The Pillar, The Earth, Gravity, Life.

Orbus, The Holder of Scales' true form

Atop his crown lies the world, he is the pillar that supports earth and therefore he sees what tensions the roof- but also what threatens the pillar; from both beyond and within.

Orbus, the Holder of Scales' mortal form

The avatar of unfathomable power, it stands as the central essence of support for Earth as is now- by channeling his power through this mortal coil, one of the greatest children of the All-God is able to uphold the planet and keep it from damnation.

Personality:

Orbus may be deemed a cold deity, where one may expect kind and compassion from a deity holding up the very fabric in the place of his father, the All-God, Orbus is instead an apathetic ruler whom puts the world before his own well being, or others for that matter. All which clouds his mind is the well being of the land which fills his fathers domain and therefore he has become the self titled Watcher and Praetorian of this holy ground. With the angelic court at his finger tips, one may say that this deity plays a very essential part in the holding together of the world. Orbus is a loyal child to his father and therefore he is clouded deeply with the well being of the Earth and cares little for the works of Gods that doesn't directly harm the Earth and the fathers plans. Orbus' name stands for sensing the world, that stands very true.

Even due to this, Orbus stands as a silent watcher- uninterested in the business of lesser beings. He is gripped quite firmly in his own celestial hierarchy system.

Powers:

Orbus is an identity of cosmically powerful powers that are hard for even mortal men to fathom, let alone witness before them. Nevertheless this might is wasted on the supporting of the world which is, his fathers creation. Orbus has solely enslaved himself to the survival of this planet and due to the already existing cosmic vacuum due to his fathers vacancy, he has to shield and keep the earth together from this cosmic vacuum which desperately desires the destruction of that which is. So whilst his powers are on the cosmic scale, he uses his almost unrivaled power to attempt to defy the vacancy which his father left behind- this vacancy is a mass of supremely destructive force, desiring the annulment of that which is.

Magic Items:

Whilst it's not an item, the Pillar of Being is something which Orbus created in the center of his fathers world- it acts as a transmitter for Orbus' actual power and it's purpose is solely to keep the world together- all from time and space holds its center in this very place. One would only be able to stutter when attempting to describe the majesty of this angelic design and Orbus crafted it in accordingly to his description of his fathers grace and cosmic plan. All of Orbus' angels herald from this holy cathedral- but it stands as mighty as a citadel of righteous belief.

Mortality:

Whilst Orbus is literally unkillable, his avatar is not.
However, it is quite powerful due to the fact that it's a literal transmitter of his actual cosmic power. But he won't use that might upon the mortal world because his love of the world which is- therefore he creates pocket dimensions of which he and any of his minions do battle. The Pillar of Being (White Cathedral) is linked with the Avatar of Orbus, and vise-versa. If one is destroyed the other will as well leading to terrifying destruction.

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Watchers of the White Cathedral

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Terrain:

The terrain of which envelopes the Watchers has long since been 'purified', as in turned to marbel and assimilated into the large mechanism which is the Pillar of Being. Where there once were lush trees there are now massive spires reaching tall into the heavens emitting all kinds of radiance, acting as almost a second sun- the holy energy is gathered like an orb above the massive pillar akin to how the world hangs at the crown of Orbus. There it will be channeled into cosmos acting as a powerful shield against the destructive force of the vacancy. There remains still certain trees, but they are of white bark and holy property. The territory which is the center has long since been alike this- designed by Orbus himself, the massive creation which all is the Pillar of Being is an artistic imagining what Orbus imagined the will of the All-God would be. Hanging high above the clouds and half way up the spires and the mighty pillar there flies four guardians- each heralding one of the cardinal directions.

They are the Seraphim; massive angelic constructs serving the will of protecting the central spire. They are mighty and awestriking.

Wildlife:

There exists no native life to this holy land of the White Cathedral (A common reference to the Pillar of Being) due to the fact that there exists one massive building designed much akin a mythological tempel raised by God himself. There would be no beauty in architecture like this- and no holier place for the 'true' than this citadel of the pillar. There are, however, many humans living below the marbel roofs and mighty spires- they are of every corner of the world and they are true. Whilst they server as nothing but slaves for the cogs of the Pillar of Being, they live their lives in honest belief and loyalty to the ways of honoring the All-God in hopes of brining him back to the world. Deep down even Orbus has given up hope, but such is not something even himself dares admit or tell himself.

Species:

Every species of sentience may find itself within the great halls of the cathedral city of the Pillar of Being, more often refered to as the White Cathedral.

Culture(s):

The people who live below the absolute authority of Orbus live their lives in relative comfort- they hold elections to a guiding council which supposedly helps guide Orbus' judgement but they are simply a thing to keep public unrest to a necessary zero. But something which many people reach towards the White Cathedral is it's vast schools and scholars. Anything from magic to military tactics and history can be studied within White Cathedral and there even exists four different schools whom own access to the Speaker's Spire, a spire which leads up to one of the Cardinal Seraphim. There one may ask the sworn protector any one question they hold and it shall be answered by the angelic knowledge of these constructs.

There exists a hierarchy of angelic constructs which Orbus made, the Seraphim are at the top and then there are four others, all sentient. Certain good schools hold one of these angels as one of their scholars or advisors- the four greatest schools hold a staff exclusively made out of high level angels.

The two most famous angels are Amazael the Great as well as Raldyrael the Magos-Primus. These two are both Ybrim, the second greatest angel rank according to Orbus' Dictatorium Angelos Biblica.

Large amounts of discrimination between mortal and angel is made in certain parts of the nation-sized cathedral.

Capital:

The White Cathedral.

Important Individuals:

Raldyrael the Magos-Primus.
Amazael the Great.
The First. (Seraphim)
The Second. (Seraphim)
The Third. (Seraphim)
The Fourth. (Seraphim)