Can I get me some feedback on this little fellow?
For eons, you have been banished to a chamber that exists outside of time and space - put there by the very mortals you once sought to enslave. Over confidence and arrogance were your biggest flaws, but you can hardly be blamed for them, can you?
Your name drives fear into the stoutest hearts of the strongest mortals. Your power is absolute and undeniable. Your will can break a mountain, and your hunger for retribution shall humble Empires.
You are a God, and through the stupidity of some disillusioned humans, who thought themselves wise to pursue the black arts, you are now free to rule once more.
Though you must be careful. The ceremony that has broken you free from your prison was a primitive one, and your powers are still a shadow of what they once were. That doesn't mean you should fear the mortals however - just that you should remember very well what they did to you last time, when you were at full strength.
The world will burn in a sea of fire, but be patient. Know your enemies. Know who can oppose you, and destroy them before they grow powerful enough to challenge you.
Or... you know, open a gateway to some Hellish underworld and unleash hordes of demons onto the land.
Voswurn is a bastard experiment gone horribly wrong, courtesy of your idiot father - The Creator - and is now beyond the control of divine intervention. The mortal races of this world have grown too proud, too stubborn, to bend the knee to any supreme being but their chosen Lords. This is an insult to all that is holy! Your father, maddened by grief, that his creation would shun him thus, retreated from this part of the unniverse to pursue other endeavours that he may forget his mistake.
You and your siblings were left to wipe Voswurn from the histories; to claim the millions of ungrateful souls that walked its surface... Alas, you were defeated and imprisoned by Mage Lords - mortals, who had managed to tune themselves to the powers of your father. How they were able to do this, you do not know, though you suspect your father made them in his own image more than he admitted.
This poses a problem. Voswurn cannot be allowed to exist in this way. It is as affront to all that is Holy. A creation should never grow more mighty than he who sired it. Furthermore, how long will it be, before these Mage Lords discover a means to create things of their own? To rival father's powerful, and to cast him down.
This. Can. Not. Happen.
Voswurn is a world still in its infancy. Medieval kingdoms dot the landscape, as Empires of antiquity are slowly receding. Magic, as the mortals call it, is thankfully restricted to about a 100th of the population - and it is these individuals the Gods must fear. An infant with these kinds of powers may even be a challenge for them, in their weakened state.
Still, there is hope. People still pray to the Gods, though these are few. Perhaps appealing to your followers, may provide you with a tool? Mortal peace treaties are ever such fragile things, after all.
Or perhaps there is no time for subtle diplomacy. Perhaps there is only time for direct action. Different Gods can regain their strength in different ways. Some by absorbing the souls of the living, others by draining life from the land, or by consuming wildlife. For others, it is simply a waiting game. In any case, if a God could regain themselves quickly, then they may be able to make a direct strike against the mortal realms, and bring them to ruin before they have a chance to strike back.
- Godmodding is very much encouraged, as far as NPCs go.
- Godmodding against other Gods will create a paradox that will crash the RP.
- A God's power, and scope of abilities is defined simply by their specialisation. I.e the God of War, would likely be a warrior without equal, and able to walk through entire armies without taking a scratch. The God of Water, would likely be very keen on the idea of allowing the oceans to overtake the land, and would be able to work tidal waves and tsunamis etc.
- Mage Lords are mortals who have managed to tap the Creator's powers, making them half-Gods. They are scary, and more numerous than the Gods, making them a deadly adversary. Unlike the Gods, Mage Lords are able to call on powers from a wide spectrum of specialisations but to a lesser degree. Whilst your God may be able to bring a mountain crashing to the ground, a Mage Lord might only be able to shake it slightly. Therefore, encounters with them should be dramatic and near-fatal, unless you have a good reason for otherwise.
- The world is literally your oyster. Lead a cultist uprising, bring through legions of the damned from portals, grow a forest of beautiful yet deadly trees - any way you want to bring the world down, is up to you. Alternatively you might want to just walk around the place, planting bad ideas in the heads of powerful men, creating war all over the show.
- If a player is perceived as problematic, I'll get involved and banish them if they do not heed my warnings.
I Am the God Of:
My Powers Include, but Are Not Limited To: Name your core powers, such as creating earth quakes, having unbreakable flesh, raising the dead, opening demonic gateways, telekinesis etc etc. You'll be assumed to have other, minor powers, of course.
My Name Is:
The People Who Devote Themselves To Me Are Called:
I was the Creator's: Son, daughter, experiment, shame, - whatever your relationship is to the Creator.
I Gain My Strength From: Reaping the living, drawing life from the earth, absorbing the rays of the sun, by encasing myself in the coeans, etc etc
I am King/Queen/Master of the Realm of: Your Godly residence, more than likely a plain outside of reality - a Heaven, if you will.
My Realm is a Place of: Describe your realm. Is it a place of beauty and peace? of suffering and fire? Of constant warfare?
To Mortals, My Face Is: Your appearance to mortal eyes.
To My Kin, My Face Is: Your true form, although can be the same as above.
I Carry These Relics, That Cement My Power: To remain in the physical world, the Gods each carry a relic(s). If you were the God of War, it may be a sword, or if you were the God of the Wind, it might be a fan or something. These items must remain safe at all times, although most of them will be unbreakable by even the strongest Mage Lord - unless they converged on you, of course.
If a relic is for whatever reason damaged, then your God is sent back to his or her prison -- or loses their powers, and becomes mortal, and killable. The Mage Lords chose mercy last time, for fear out of what would happen if they slew you. This time, they might not be so wise.
I Have Emerged at: Your starting location. View the map, and indeed, right click it and left click "view image" to view the full sized image.
Rise of the Unchained
Free, to Walk the Earth Once More!
For eons, you have been banished to a chamber that exists outside of time and space - put there by the very mortals you once sought to enslave. Over confidence and arrogance were your biggest flaws, but you can hardly be blamed for them, can you?
Your name drives fear into the stoutest hearts of the strongest mortals. Your power is absolute and undeniable. Your will can break a mountain, and your hunger for retribution shall humble Empires.
You are a God, and through the stupidity of some disillusioned humans, who thought themselves wise to pursue the black arts, you are now free to rule once more.
Though you must be careful. The ceremony that has broken you free from your prison was a primitive one, and your powers are still a shadow of what they once were. That doesn't mean you should fear the mortals however - just that you should remember very well what they did to you last time, when you were at full strength.
The world will burn in a sea of fire, but be patient. Know your enemies. Know who can oppose you, and destroy them before they grow powerful enough to challenge you.
Or... you know, open a gateway to some Hellish underworld and unleash hordes of demons onto the land.
The World of Voswurn
Voswurn is a bastard experiment gone horribly wrong, courtesy of your idiot father - The Creator - and is now beyond the control of divine intervention. The mortal races of this world have grown too proud, too stubborn, to bend the knee to any supreme being but their chosen Lords. This is an insult to all that is holy! Your father, maddened by grief, that his creation would shun him thus, retreated from this part of the unniverse to pursue other endeavours that he may forget his mistake.
You and your siblings were left to wipe Voswurn from the histories; to claim the millions of ungrateful souls that walked its surface... Alas, you were defeated and imprisoned by Mage Lords - mortals, who had managed to tune themselves to the powers of your father. How they were able to do this, you do not know, though you suspect your father made them in his own image more than he admitted.
This poses a problem. Voswurn cannot be allowed to exist in this way. It is as affront to all that is Holy. A creation should never grow more mighty than he who sired it. Furthermore, how long will it be, before these Mage Lords discover a means to create things of their own? To rival father's powerful, and to cast him down.
This. Can. Not. Happen.
Voswurn is a world still in its infancy. Medieval kingdoms dot the landscape, as Empires of antiquity are slowly receding. Magic, as the mortals call it, is thankfully restricted to about a 100th of the population - and it is these individuals the Gods must fear. An infant with these kinds of powers may even be a challenge for them, in their weakened state.
Still, there is hope. People still pray to the Gods, though these are few. Perhaps appealing to your followers, may provide you with a tool? Mortal peace treaties are ever such fragile things, after all.
Or perhaps there is no time for subtle diplomacy. Perhaps there is only time for direct action. Different Gods can regain their strength in different ways. Some by absorbing the souls of the living, others by draining life from the land, or by consuming wildlife. For others, it is simply a waiting game. In any case, if a God could regain themselves quickly, then they may be able to make a direct strike against the mortal realms, and bring them to ruin before they have a chance to strike back.
Rules
- Godmodding is very much encouraged, as far as NPCs go.
- Godmodding against other Gods will create a paradox that will crash the RP.
- A God's power, and scope of abilities is defined simply by their specialisation. I.e the God of War, would likely be a warrior without equal, and able to walk through entire armies without taking a scratch. The God of Water, would likely be very keen on the idea of allowing the oceans to overtake the land, and would be able to work tidal waves and tsunamis etc.
- Mage Lords are mortals who have managed to tap the Creator's powers, making them half-Gods. They are scary, and more numerous than the Gods, making them a deadly adversary. Unlike the Gods, Mage Lords are able to call on powers from a wide spectrum of specialisations but to a lesser degree. Whilst your God may be able to bring a mountain crashing to the ground, a Mage Lord might only be able to shake it slightly. Therefore, encounters with them should be dramatic and near-fatal, unless you have a good reason for otherwise.
- The world is literally your oyster. Lead a cultist uprising, bring through legions of the damned from portals, grow a forest of beautiful yet deadly trees - any way you want to bring the world down, is up to you. Alternatively you might want to just walk around the place, planting bad ideas in the heads of powerful men, creating war all over the show.
- If a player is perceived as problematic, I'll get involved and banish them if they do not heed my warnings.
Who Are You?
I Am the God Of:
My Powers Include, but Are Not Limited To: Name your core powers, such as creating earth quakes, having unbreakable flesh, raising the dead, opening demonic gateways, telekinesis etc etc. You'll be assumed to have other, minor powers, of course.
My Name Is:
The People Who Devote Themselves To Me Are Called:
I was the Creator's: Son, daughter, experiment, shame, - whatever your relationship is to the Creator.
I Gain My Strength From: Reaping the living, drawing life from the earth, absorbing the rays of the sun, by encasing myself in the coeans, etc etc
I am King/Queen/Master of the Realm of: Your Godly residence, more than likely a plain outside of reality - a Heaven, if you will.
My Realm is a Place of: Describe your realm. Is it a place of beauty and peace? of suffering and fire? Of constant warfare?
To Mortals, My Face Is: Your appearance to mortal eyes.
To My Kin, My Face Is: Your true form, although can be the same as above.
I Carry These Relics, That Cement My Power: To remain in the physical world, the Gods each carry a relic(s). If you were the God of War, it may be a sword, or if you were the God of the Wind, it might be a fan or something. These items must remain safe at all times, although most of them will be unbreakable by even the strongest Mage Lord - unless they converged on you, of course.
If a relic is for whatever reason damaged, then your God is sent back to his or her prison -- or loses their powers, and becomes mortal, and killable. The Mage Lords chose mercy last time, for fear out of what would happen if they slew you. This time, they might not be so wise.
I Have Emerged at: Your starting location. View the map, and indeed, right click it and left click "view image" to view the full sized image.
