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Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk. VI

Jiugui

Jiugui

The Wine Demon | The Unquenchable Thirst | The Rose-Cheeked God

Aspect - Wine

Wine - that most flavourful and ruinous substance. All throughout history, this drink of water and yeasted sugars has been a source of great joy and celebration, and terrible downfalls and loss of face. The effects of wine on the body are well-known: The senses begin to dull; the skin begins to warm; one’s vision may start to blur; and one’s courage may grow to irregular proportions. For every sip of the potion, one’s neighbour seems just a little more interesting, a little more attractive. Friendships feel stronger; the tongue grows looser; passions bubble forth to the surface. Suddenly, you can sing; you can write; you can dance. You are the centre of the celebration, and everyone’s eyes are on you!

Then the dream shatters. It is morning. The light of midday assaults your crusted eyes like rays of sharpened steel. You blink (or try to, anyway) and assign every single ounce of energy in your body to your sore abdominal muscles - you have to get up. You look around - this isn’t your room. This isn’t your house. You look down and your face drains of blood. That’s your best friend’s husband, but you are not at your best friend’s house, either. You stumble to get dressed, but finding your clothes is a treasure hunt in and of itself. While you search, your friend’s husband awakens. You ask what happened, but he is in shock. The door opens to reveal your friend, your husband, the village chieftain and many others. The chastise begins, paining your mind even worse than the headache: You called the chieftain a fat swine; you vomited in your husband’s lap; you punched the neighbour’s son and poked his eye out; you escaped into the woods and forced the whole village to call off the feast to search for you; only to find you here, sleeping with a man who had not participated as part of his vow of temperance. You try to blame it on the wine - a worthless argument. You are tossed in a cell for the day - that’ll show you.

Jiugui can turn any grain, fruit, vegetable, plant substance or animal product with enough sugar content into wine. He can even turn water into wine and can unnatural amounts of wine from small amounts of raw materials.

The power of wine is the power to intoxicate through the medium of yeasted drink. Intoxication implies the above-mentioned symptoms - a little will give the target an exciting buzz; a bit more will cloud their mind and louden their voice; even more than that may stagger them and make laughter come as easily as breathing; and consumption beyond that may bring blackouts and, in the worst of cases, death. Jiugui cannot force intoxication upon anyone who has not consumed his wine, however - while the god can decide the strength of his concoctions up to lethal levels, he cannot actually make anyone intoxicated so long as they refuse to drink the concoction. The power of wine also lets Jiugui grant others reduced or increased resistances to alcohol, even immunity. However, this blessing, too, must be granted through drinking. In this vein, Jiugui can communicate through wine and through wine containers, whispering into their drinkers' faces.

Persona

Jiugui is a similar to most drunks one might meet around midnight: Hearty of spirit and stuffed to the brim with song and kind words. He is a wonderful drinking buddy, and will gladly offer up a cup of wine and invite anyone to have a seat to drink and talk about life. His purse strings are as loose as his passions and he will spend his power lavishly to make certain his friends and guests are enjoying themselves to the fullest.

Issues begin appearing whenever Jiugui is given any responsibilities. He is at the very least tipsy at any point in time, frequently drunk beyond reason, and will regularly shirk his duties for another drink in the pavilion with his friends and a sheet of paper to write poetry on. He keeps secrets for maybe fifteen seconds - if you’re lucky, he’ll forget them first - and has a tendency to get himself into trouble left and right when he falls into one of his stupors.

At the very least, he makes for a comical show.

True Form

While Jiugui’s normal form is that of a small, fat, drunken man with blood-red skin and black hair, his true form takes on the literal meaning of his name, “wine demon”. When assuming this form, Jiugui grows five times taller, ripping his robes in the process and leaving only rags as a loincloth. His hair falls off, horns sprouting forth from his head instead. Everywhere on his body, his skin sags with fat and laziness. The air around him oozes (even more) with the stink of alcohol, and every breath taken is bitter with spirit vapours. However, apart from his ugly appearance and intoxicating smell, his true form does very little in addition to what his base form already does. Perhaps he becomes more dangerous on account of being five times taller, but just as out of balance as usual? Maybe he has additional powers, but forgets them in his stupor? Who knows? He sure doesn’t.


Normal form, the man Jiugui.

True form, the demon Jiugui.

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Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk. VI

Jiugui

Making Friends; Making Enemies

Poking @Enzayne@WrongEndoftheRainbow@Bright_Ops@Lauder

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Excessive consumption of alcohol may dull the senses and cause balance issues. Jiugui learned this early on, for it took him a good minute to get to his feet properly. A stone toss away came terrible noises and thunderous explosions - steam filled the heavens and some lady deafened explosions in the ocean with shouts about salt or something - it was all very bizarre, thought the creature. Still, he bumbled along out of the pavilion until he came upon a colourful court of kingly custodians, auras awesome and mighty like the forces of a hurricane. In his admiration and stupor, the little creature hardly noticed the fancy, leather-bound book to his left. Not thinking twice, he blurted out,

“Oh, thish a guest list? Shorry, lem’me jussh…” Before anyone could really react to him, the bumbling man had already signed his name - except it wasn’t his name, and the page was not blank.

Over a section detailing that all the forces of earth and heaven should work in harmony to ensure the stability of creation and existence, Jiugui had scribbled a terrible gibberish that, if you squinted closely, looked like a burnt snake, possibly a salamander. Either way, that did the deed, and the rain and earth on Galbar shook violently - on parts of the planet, the earth under water quaked and cracked, creating the first volcanoes; on other parts, the rain clouds clotted together into mighty hurricanes that ravaged (luckily) nothing yet. Docile against the might of gods, these forces could become a problem for mortals down the line. Oh well.

Jiugui, however, was busy studying his signature. He decided that he was unhappy with it, turned the page and signed again:

“_Jiugⁱ w^az h_ere.”

He tapped his chin with his brush. _{Slap, slap, slap.}

“Alc^oh_ol ⁱ_z alw^ayz _good!”

And so it was that mortals, beasts, plants and all, if they found alcoholic fruit, beverages or other things, would not shy from consuming it - some might even enjoy the taste in later days, who knows!

Once properly signed in, Jiugui staggered into the centre of the court, where the turned to the most magnificent thing the room, no doubt interrupting loudly the six-legged horse spouting on and on about using the palace’s men for weird experiments. The man tossed himself into a kowtow on the floor, spilling all the wine in his cup.

”Oh, MIGHZY MASDER ‘AV HEAFEN ‘N EARZ!”

There came a small burp. “Oh, ‘zcuse me…"

"Your creashun av’us hash been… Susha pleasurr. Your HAMBLE sev'vant raises his CAPP to ya, mighzy one! Ganbeiiiii!”

And so the fat man slammed down the contents of his tiny porcelain cup (well, after rematerialising some more in an instant). Afterwards, he growled a small _{brrrrooooiph, sorry…} and turned to the horse. “Shorry, I intezzupted you, sirr, cazzy ohn…” His eyes then affixed to first the cartwheeling goddess who seemed to look exactly like another, sterner, scarier goddess, then to the absolutely awesome doomsday that seemed to last only for a second. Or did it happen at all? Jiugui wasn’t sure, honestly, but as his brain short-circuited when he (surprisingly) remembered the cartwheeling lady. Sticking both arms out backwards like the winds of a bird to balance his forward-bending torso, the man engaged in a waddling jog after her, cackling all the way.

Summary!

Jiugui waddles into court, thinkings Epsilon’s tome is a guest book, signs in by overwriting a section on the stability of weather and earth, then signs again properly, complete with a small greeting that says he loves wine, which makes it so all creatures and creations, too, may love wine!

He then interrupts Aethel to greet the Monarch before chasing after Zenia like a three-year old making an airplane impression.

Vigour Spendage!

Jiugui - 10 vigour
1 vigour: Accidentally pen down in Epsilon’s tome the reason why we have storms and earthquakes.
0 vigour: Also pen down in the tome that all creatures may find alcoholic stuff tasty, no matter their pallette.
Result - 9 vigour. Still quite vigourous.

Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk. VI

Jiugui

The Wine Demon | The Unquenchable Thirst | The Rose-Cheeked God

Thunderous cacophonies of creation blasted into reality all around, and the scene of existence had in the span of minutes gone from nothing into everything - water, earth, heat, cold, magic - forces of the physical world accompanied by the forces of the cosmos: knowledge, luck, fortitude, destruction and souls. At the centre of it all - Him; the Celestial Master, the Lord Who Towers of All. The Cosmic King had spawned with such magnificent power this roster of retainers, this society of stewards - drizzling the world in rain and penning the words of Creation itself. Life - life was finding its way.

It was then that a puddle, not too far from the ruins of the garden fountain, was exposed to the sweet dust of a godly shard; that sugar in the air that blasted off from creation and seasoned the soil with holy spirit.

That was enough.

The water accepted this candy of Creation and the two fused into a thin syrup that immediately sported a small, brown mustache of foam - an eyeball of yeast blinked up at the rain. It had little time before it would be flushed away. It decided to do something about it. So the yeast spun itself a whirlpool in the puddle and flushed itself down into the soil. There, it quickly found exactly no one, and it couldn’t accept that - where was the joy in being alone? So the yeast, immediately changing its mind, tunneled back up into the air and became a cloud. The cloud thickened, but the rain from above kept cutting through it and preventing it from coalescing properly. The cloud, rather annoyed at this point, floated for cover, finding it in the ruins of an ancient pavilion. There, the cloud could finally gather into a clump of foam, and the clump spat out a creature - a man, red of skin, small of growth and round with fat.

The creature, clothed in a white silk robe and hatted with a black futou, crashed into the pavilion floor, but spared no muscular expense and turned the clumsy landing into a dexterous roll, ending in a lying seat, a cup spawning in his right hand as if by instinct. With his cup in his grip and a sip to his lip, he, Jiugui, spoke the first drunk poetry the world had ever heard:

Thousand years of brewing art
Hidden in the Lian Spring, art!
Wine from poets’ gardens flows,
Tastes which will undo all woes.

He then looked around.

“Wait, where ish everyone?”

Summary

A cloud of alcohol made from divine shard sugar and rainwater spawns Jiugui, who then recites poetry to exactly no one.

Vigor!

Vigor: 10/10, best monarch.

Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk. VI

Jiugui

Jiugui

The Wine Demon | The Unquenchable Thirst | The Rose-Cheeked God

Aspect - Wine

Wine - that most flavourful and ruinous substance. All throughout history, this drink of water and yeasted sugars has been a source of great joy and celebration, and terrible downfalls and loss of face. The effects of wine on the body are well-known: The senses begin to dull; the skin begins to warm; one’s vision may start to blur; and one’s courage may grow to irregular proportions. For every sip of the potion, one’s neighbour seems just a little more interesting, a little more attractive. Friendships feel stronger; the tongue grows looser; passions bubble forth to the surface. Suddenly, you can sing; you can write; you can dance. You are the centre of the celebration, and everyone’s eyes are on you!

Then the dream shatters. It is morning. The light of midday assaults your crusted eyes like rays of sharpened steel. You blink (or try to, anyway) and assign every single ounce of energy in your body to your sore abdominal muscles - you have to get up. You look around - this isn’t your room. This isn’t your house. You look down and your face drains of blood. That’s your best friend’s husband, but you are not at your best friend’s house, either. You stumble to get dressed, but finding your clothes is a treasure hunt in and of itself. While you search, your friend’s husband awakens. You ask what happened, but he is in shock. The door opens to reveal your friend, your husband, the village chieftain and many others. The chastise begins, paining your mind even worse than the headache: You called the chieftain a fat swine; you vomited in your husband’s lap; you punched the neighbour’s son and poked his eye out; you escaped into the woods and forced the whole village to call off the feast to search for you; only to find you here, sleeping with a man who had not participated as part of his vow of temperance. You try to blame it on the wine - a worthless argument. You are tossed in a cell for the day - that’ll show you.

Jiugui can turn any grain, fruit, vegetable, plant substance or animal product with enough sugar content into wine. He can even turn water into wine and can unnatural amounts of wine from small amounts of raw materials.

The power of wine is the power to intoxicate through the medium of yeasted drink. Intoxication implies the above-mentioned symptoms - a little will give the target an exciting buzz; a bit more will cloud their mind and louden their voice; even more than that may stagger them and make laughter come as easily as breathing; and consumption beyond that may bring blackouts and, in the worst of cases, death. Jiugui cannot force intoxication upon anyone who has not consumed his wine, however - while the god can decide the strength of his concoctions up to lethal levels, he cannot actually make anyone intoxicated so long as they refuse to drink the concoction. The power of wine also lets Jiugui grant others reduced or increased resistances to alcohol, even immunity. However, this blessing, too, must be granted through drinking. In this vein, Jiugui can communicate through wine and through wine containers, whispering into their drinkers' faces.

Persona

Jiugui is a similar to most drunks one might meet around midnight: Hearty of spirit and stuffed to the brim with song and kind words. He is a wonderful drinking buddy, and will gladly offer up a cup of wine and invite anyone to have a seat to drink and talk about life. His purse strings are as loose as his passions and he will spend his power lavishly to make certain his friends and guests are enjoying themselves to the fullest.

Issues begin appearing whenever Jiugui is given any responsibilities. He is at the very least tipsy at any point in time, frequently drunk beyond reason, and will regularly shirk his duties for another drink in the pavilion with his friends and a sheet of paper to write poetry on. He keeps secrets for maybe fifteen seconds - if you’re lucky, he’ll forget them first - and has a tendency to get himself into trouble left and right when he falls into one of his stupors.

At the very least, he makes for a comical show.

True Form

While Jiugui’s normal form is that of a small, fat, drunken man with blood-red skin and black hair, his true form takes on the literal meaning of his name, “wine demon”. When assuming this form, Jiugui grows five times taller, ripping his robes in the process and leaving only rags as a loincloth. His hair falls off, horns sprouting forth from his head instead. Everywhere on his body, his skin sags with fat and laziness. The air around him oozes (even more) with the stink of alcohol, and every breath taken is bitter with spirit vapours. However, apart from his ugly appearance and intoxicating smell, his true form does very little in addition to what his base form already does. Perhaps he becomes more dangerous on account of being five times taller, but just as out of balance as usual? Maybe he has additional powers, but forgets them in his stupor? Who knows? He sure doesn’t.


Normal form, the man Jiugui.

True form, the demon Jiugui.

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Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

@Zanavy Consider your proved apped, Mystique. Welcome aboard!

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

@eemmtt@Birdboy@ArmorPlated Hi, y'all! Sorry, I beg your most humble forgib. The Sauce is a slow-running goop, especially in the head. You are all of the accepted lot!

Crowley's giving me them World of Darkness vibes. I luv it. :D

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

@Eviledd1984 All good! Welcome aboard!

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

@Ozzy Cross Nice! I checked it out and all looks good! Now to answer your questions:

1) The actual distance has never been canonised beyond "a while", even on horseback, as in characters will often arrive at Lorenstad "at last" after leaving Struq, so to speak. It's thus up to interpretation!

2) Horseback, birdback, bearback - fantasy mounts beyond the most mythic like dragons, unicorns, hippogryphs, etc. are all game.

3) Sure, Pig Mayor is at the tavern rn, but he could toss a look out the ole window and catch Thad coming over the horizon.

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

@Ozzy Cross Yo, Ozzy! Big mistake by me! I read your intro post and realised I mighta been too hasty when reading your CS. I assumed Thaddeus was a privateer staying over in Lorenstad, but when I read your post, I realised he was meant to be a privateer with his own ship in Lorenstad. Lorenstad is, however, a landlocked town with no coast. Thaddeus would thus have to make landfall in Struq, the only canon port city, or just canonise another port. Lorenstad, however, is too far from the sea

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Mayor Haxe

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With a wave of goodbye and a well-wish of "Have a nice morning and thank you for your ever-stellar work," the mayor turned away from the moth-girl and addressed the Sangakuan. "Well, shall the three of us--" He then noticed that the other human had left them. "My, where did Ms. von Eisenberg go?"

The cacophony from a taverny building a stonetoss away drew his beady eyes and widened them greatly with even greater surprise. "Oh, Makers - what has Ms. Firetail found this time?" He dropped down onto all four cloves, turned briefly to nod for Yoshina to follow. "Oh, do forgive me. We are going this way!" The little pigman then assumed an elegant gait, though his steps carried a slight hint of urgency. He oinked pensively to himself and occasionally lifted a front foot to pat his wig into place.

The little street was virtually the only street in the town with paves, and it essentially led in two directions: east and west. It wasn't easy to get lost here, but the mayor couldn't very well leave visitors to figure out where everything was on their own.

His porcine stomach growled. The scent of rolls was thick on the air.

@Kumbaris@Lucky