As in for the question of MP that is just abandoned to the pot, that's gonna remain at GM discretion. On that topic, I would invite discussion and suggestions concerning what might be a good use of the pool in Fate's Might Pot. Even if I were to use all 18 of Zeph's spillover for something (and I might leave some in), that's more than 20 Might left over that we could do things with.
I love the winds of change idea, but also, I have a Suggestion.
The stone and mortar of the Celestial Citadel itself have always been part of its power. It is a living building that exists in harmony with the power of Change flowing from the stone at its highest peak. When the two domains of construction and change blend, not only does the overflow escape as an elemental tide of power, but the material structure of the Citadel itself begins to grow.
It may have started as a few rooms where none were before- Things go missing easily in such a vast creation. But before long, new walkways and buttresses jut out into the sky, sprawling like a palace complex. And, soon enough, they detach on winds of their own. No doubt they are still occupied by Djinni, but these islands in the sky have never flown so high as their forefather, nor so fast. Competition erupts for the aerial shrines, and all the strangenesses that elemental energy has formed inside them.
You know how Tauga is having emotional problems? You know who would be the best person to fix that? The demigod of emotion, Lifprasil. And Lifprasil happens to be heading to where Tauga is, and has received a personal recommendation from Teknall regarding Tauga.
You know how Tauga is having emotional problems? You know who would be the best person to fix that? The demigod of emotion, Lifprasil. And Lifprasil happens to be heading to where Tauga is, and has received a personal recommendation from Teknall regarding Tauga.
You're welcome.
Shockingly, the idea has occurred to us before! Or at least to me. Not sure about Poog. We might've spoken about it I forget.
There are a few issues. The first is that Tauga damn well knows that Heartworm's investment is the only reason she's alive and has the power to fight for Xerxes (for however long that lasts, battle collab when?), and it stands to lose if she malfunctions. Not feeling is in Tauga's job description, and without that she's just a liability. She's not going to risk her existence by making herself into a walking, talking, salvage opportunity for the Emaciator.
More interestingly, there's an ethical dilemma. The Blowfly of today is a far cry from the Tauranga Mason of yesteryear. Is it really right to erase someone who is for the sake of someone who was? Or if Tauga is to have emotions rebuilt from the ground up, what should they look like? Whose call is that to make? In adding to Tauga's psyche emotions that are no longer native to it, are you really treating her any better than Heartworm did? (I mean, strictly from a psychological point of view. Otherwise that's a reeeeally low bar to hit.)
Tauga herself doesn't regret what she is. If she did, she'd be unsuitable for her job. Her lenses might be rose-tinted to the point where she can no longer see the bloodstains on their surface, but, ultimately, she's only looking at the past because the present is growing darker by the day and she needs somewhere better to pull it to.
You know how Tauga is having emotional problems? You know who would be the best person to fix that? The demigod of emotion, Lifprasil. And Lifprasil happens to be heading to where Tauga is, and has received a personal recommendation from Teknall regarding Tauga.
Shockingly, the idea has occurred to us before! Or at least to me. Not sure about Poog. We might've spoken about it I forget.
There are a few issues. The first is that Tauga damn well knows that Heartworm's investment is the only reason she's alive and has the power to fight for Xerxes (for however long that lasts, battle collab when?), and it stands to lose if she malfunctions. Not feeling is in Tauga's job description, and without that she's just a liability. She's not going to risk her existence by making herself into a walking, talking, salvage opportunity for the Emaciator.
More interestingly, there's an ethical dilemma. The Blowfly of today is a far cry from the Tauranga Mason of yesteryear. Is it really right to erase someone who is for the sake of someone who was? Or if Tauga is to have emotions rebuilt from the ground up, what should they look like? Whose call is that to make? In adding to Tauga's psyche emotions that are no longer native to it, are you really treating her any better than Heartworm did? (I mean, strictly from a psychological point of view. Otherwise that's a reeeeally low bar to hit.)
Tauga herself doesn't regret what she is. If she did, she'd be unsuitable for her job. Her lenses might be rose-tinted to the point where she can no longer see the bloodstains on their surface, but, ultimately, she's only looking at the past because the present is growing darker by the day and she needs somewhere better to pull it to.
She could always join Sindustries, like seriously, Sindustries is actually the next arc for Amartía.
Sindustries is the third album by Swedish melodic death metal band Gardenian. For a time, this was Gardenian's last release when the band brokeup in 2004 but the band reunited in 2012 and are working towards a new album. The band's past album Soulburner featured Eric Hawk, who did clean vocals but producer, Peter Tägtgren, believed that this album did not need a guest clean vocalist and encouraged Jim Kjell to the clean vocals this time as he had never done so. This is the first and last release with Kriss Albertsson to perform. This album also has the band's longest song ever being "Selfproclaimed Messiah".
What do you people think about making a Wikia? It is becoming increasingly hard to keep up. Some players that I did more than a few collabs with for example have asked about basic concepts of my posts like Raka, At the same time, I myself don't know a lot about races like Ogres and Urtelem despite reading all posts. In fact, is there even a sheet for the Ogres? Can't find any info...
@Double CapybaraIt's going to be hard since most people don't know how to create a wikia page. I've tried once or twice to do it but failed because first, I didn't know where to start from, and second, I suck at summarizing stuff. If we want to create a wikia like all those other fandom wikias, with personality, history, powers, trivia, etc etc. categories, it would take a lot of time and dedication.
What do you people think about making a Wikia? It is becoming increasingly hard to keep up. Some players that I did more than a few collabs with for example have asked about basic concepts of my posts like Raka, At the same time, I myself don't know a lot about races like Ogres and Urtelem despite reading all posts. In fact, is there even a sheet for the Ogres? Can't find any info...
I never made a sheet for the ogres, but if you have any specific questions I'll answer them. Here's the section of a post in which ogres were created, which probably lays out more than any CS would.
His mind already set, Zephyrion wasted no time in calling upon his powers of change to reshape the Urtelem. While the Lord of Change admittedly lacked the creativity and talent of many of his peers when it came to creating a work of his own, he excelled at expanding, refining, simply changing what already existed be it for the better or worse. In this case, it would be for the better: while the Urtelem had many desirable traits and were a good framework, they also had their shortcomings.
First the Storm's King carved their shapes into something more imposing: where the Urtelem had been perhaps two yards high, they now stood that tall and then half again. Their girth had not increased proportionally to that, so they now bore an even more humanoid shape although they were still robust with brawny limbs and relatively stocky bodies.
With this greater size would come the need for a greater metabolism. The First Gale breathed, and where before his mighty breath had carved their stony bodies into something new, now the winds of change simply seeped into the twisted Urtelem like water into parched soil. He manipulated their innards and their very composition to be more like those of the hain and humans, and what had once been earthen was now flesh, albeit a tough and almost stone-like sort. These new beings had muscles and skin and could bleed, although to some extent they retained the Urtelem's resilience by having an incredibly tough hide of sorts.
With these more natural qualities came additional needs; the rocks and minerals that had been the Urtelem's soul source of nourishment would remain digestable, and indeed these creatures would take a liking to consuming bones and the occasional rock. Yet like all natural lifeforms, they would also require more mundane forms of food as sustenance. The Urtelem's incredible lifepsan was also lost, though given perfect conditions these beings could still enjoy a century or so of life.
Lastly, Zephyrion looked to the creatures' minds. Besides the obvious work necessary to allow his creations to function and not act as if they were Urtelem, he had seen the potential for true sapience, civilization, and intelligence that Teknall had left vacant, and it was too tempting for him to not build upon that-the grandest of all the foundations that Teknall had left upon his Urtelem. He meticulously exerted his utmost effort into instilling intelligence into these beings, a sort of independent thought and independence that was of its own nature rather than the reflection of himself that he had bestowed unto the elementals. Zephyrion accounted for everything that he could think of: he imprinted upon them the ability to quickly and easily develop and learn language, to form complex societies, to build and innovate, to fight and know victory, and perhaps the potential for the wisest among them to one day understand the mysteries of the various sorts of magic left in the world.
With triumph, he beheld his finished product. There were many of these beings, enough to be the progenitors of what might one day become a species so widespread as even those hain. One of a particularly large and brutish temperament grunted and marched closer to Astarte, the other ones docile enough to pay the two gods little heed as they explored their surroundings. This large and aggressive one had once been that very first Urtelem that Zephyrion had chanced across when he had decided to create these grand creatures, and so this one was both the eldest of his race and the one that had been exposed longest to the presence of the two gods.
It didn't show. With what was a less than majestic performance, he trotted up to Astarte and looked down upon her, sniffing the air, staring intently, and looking as if he was contemplating whether she might be edible. For whatever reason he decided not and trotted away, but not before belching loudly.
Astarte tilted her head curiously as the being trotted away. Having it attempt to eat her could've been really interesting. A futile endeavor for the mortal, surely, but interesting nonetheless.
"Are you going to try to eat me or what?" Astarte called out after the being, waving her hand at it.
It ignored her.
"Your new creations are rather crude, Zephyrion-" Astarte turned toward her fellow God and shrugged after raising an eyebrow at him, "They're like big Deepwoods animals."
"Crude?" he gushed back with an odd combination of joking indifference and contempt seeping into his tone. "They are sublime! Masterpieces! Look at me, Astarte: I am no creator god. And yet I have still made these beings that are mighty and stout. In defiance of the wretched Vulamera, I also designed for them a grand intelligence using only my own wit and powers. What better way to ridicule the Foolish One and denounce her uselessness to nature itself than to take it upon myself to fulfill the void in responsibility that she leaves in her absence, and fulfill this role even better than she might?"
Zephyrion's tirade was interrupted by that first being stooping down to find a rock and chew on it. Beneath the thing was a snake that lashed out in fear and bit the giant in the toe. The thing only stared stupidly down at it for several seconds, seemingly not even in pain, before stooping down to snatch up the snake and devour it as well.
Astarte frowned, the thing didn't even feel pain, could it be any more boring? "Yes, uh... Great creations, Zephy. I see now that they are absolutely awesome. I wonder how the God of all Breezes made living beings this complex!" The sarcasm in her voice was accompanied by a giggle as she finished talking. She put her arms behind her back and grinned.
"Why must they be complex? They only have to be stronger than the others. Yes, I think that these will turn out to be much than the mob that Vestec has been assembling!" he declared without so much as a dent in his pride. Astarte obviously didn't understand such lofty notions of superiority; maybe one day he would find the time to show her.
"But now we must put them through the first trial: let us see if they can endure the power of the rock!"
Without another word Zephyrion grew until he was a twister so strong that not even the sheer size of his newest creations could keep them rooted to the ground. With them and Astarte in tow, he returned to the Deepwoods.
The moment Astarte saw Zephyrion was getting close to the Deepwoods, she forced him to stop his approach. It would not do any good to have such a huge twister near the woods--It might even fling the Rock somewhere far away. So instead of destroying a large part of the wood, Astarte let herself and the rest of Zephyrion's new creations shoot into the woods.
They crashed through the treetops, through branches, through animals. Some of the new beings had their bones broken, others splattered against the huge tree trunks.
When they reached the bottom, Astarte made sure to slow their fall. Screams turned into nervous grunting as the beings found themselves landing softly on the cold, dark ground.
Astarte got up silently, patted herself free of any leaf and branch stuck in her hair and motioned in the direction of the Rock. It'd only be a hundred meters or so from their location, "Go to the Rock, where I'm pointing!"
They ignored her.
"Come on, go!" She shouted.
They ignored her again, only now standing up and looking around them. Some started to bite the trees and others the grass.
"Stupid animals..." Astarte muttered and bit her lip. She looked down at her feet and felt her heart pump faster and her cheeks heat up. The creations were supposed to be sentient yet they couldn't even understand her speech.
Zephyrion's defensive attitude towards his newest creations demanded that he respond to Astarte. "Why would you expect them to talk already? They will create their own language, but it will take time! It will not do for me to give them language of another species created by another god; my grand creations shall stand on their own legs! They will surpass the others and thrive, and in doing so prove not only their superiority but mine as well!"
@Vec I was thinking of actually moving my sheet to a wikia for a while and call it The Index in reference to the Museum in the Pictaraika, since even with its own thread, I feel like my stuff isn't properly organized.
Should I do anything or find a very easy to use Wikia, I will talk with you lads.
"On his head, there was a hat. On her head, there was a hat. On his head, there was a hat. Oh his head, there was a large hat. Oh her head, there was a small hat. On his head, there was a furry hat. On her head..."
Legend says that all of Eskandar's descendants were born with hats on their heads and woe to those that peer into the abyss that exists under the Eskandarian hats.
@Vec Hats were of monumental importance to pre-modern humans. One could go so far as to say that the modern trend of not wearing hats is an oddity in the long march of human history. I just wanted to emphasise, in that post, the importance of hats, the fact that they're widespread, the fact that they make you instantly recognisable, and the fact that they are somewhat a sign of status.
Edit: at the very least, the reader should come away with the understanding that dress etc. is quite important in Eskanadran society.
Edit edit: and also, there is some storyline progression damnit!
A Wiki would be good. So we don't have the rewrite everything, it would be simplest to port over all the character sheets lying around. We could then identify holes in the information. Linking relevant posts would be something to consider.
Additionally, it should be easily accessible by everyone to edit and read. If it requires pushing all the information through a single person, or some convoluted setup, it will likely fail.
There are plenty of online wikias. I'm sure one of them would be simple enough to use.
A guy once made this wiki for an NRP I was a part of (he did it too soon, obviously, because the RP died after a few posts). It was very easy to edit and use: fiat-bello.wikia.com/wiki/Fiat_Bello_W..