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Potential annoyance ? :O
Yep. To julkofyr, Ull is the goody two-shoes that does good instead of voicing good. Which he thinks would mean that any plans to cause a little bit of mischief might be put to a stop if noticed.
Waiting and watching as the new gods came into being, Julkolfyr noted that the beings began to evaluate each other and that they would pass over him with but simple curiosity and then move on to the others. He, as before followed suit , and began to evaluate them for he had his own curiosities.
Vakarion was one he could sympathise with, but only to an extent, he seemed to be a bit to judgmental on the actions of others. That would eventually pass however and Julkolfyr thought that they would get along quite well.
Zephyrion, the winds of change, he liked it, it held the potential for entertainment with the others, causing disruption where they sought stability.
Vestec, Julkolfyr found himself realizing, was boring. He was corrupting chaos, yes, but constant chaos is so predictably unpredictable that you simply expected to never expect anything from it.
Logos. How could one being be so dull? Nothing should be forced to carry such a bland burden such as order and so all Julkolfyr could do, at the moment, was pity Logos.
Kyre, was interesting. Julkolfyr got the impression that war was chaotic and yet, unlike Vestec, was a sort of controlled chaos. Interesting, he thought keeping Kyre in mind for later developments.
Vowzra was another who seemed to be just as bland as Logos, but he came to understand the need for the progression of time.
Deagon, Julkofyr brightened up at the sight of him. Subtle lying and manipulation of the mind to deceive, such an interesting thing. He liked it but knew he would have to be wary.
Teknall would have been boring save for the potential he held to craft that which had already settled on a form.
Jvan was….. different he found it interesting and at once lackluster. a self-annihilating creator, he was curious to see what would come of it.
Reathos, death incarnate, another that seemed to be of a protective nature of things as they are. He would be a thing to easily twist to his end, Julkolfyr mused.
Ull’yang was a potential annoyance, though if done correctly he would pay Julkolfyr no mind and leave him to his plans.
For astarte he could not bring himself to formulate a thought one way or the other, she was to remain an unknown for him and his plans. It would provide a little unpredictability to his own plans, a perfect function for the god of magic.
Mammon would certainly allow for the upheavals Julkolfyr wished and so left him alone to do as he wished eager to see what he would do.
He would have to keep a wary eye on Vulamera, she would be prove to be a invaluable ally and asset or a potentially terrible enemy.
Toun was a god that could be a great source of entertainment twisting and turning easily causing frustration with but the tiniest flaw. Julkolfyr settled on him as the first of his siblings to toy with.
Ilunabar, the muse. Such beauty he wondered what would be created and what would be inspired to be created because of her.
Niciel his opposite through the powers they wield. He saw as an equal to either argue or contend with, though after seeing Ilunabr an idea struck him. He would turn her to empathize with him not forcefully and decietfully, but through the horrible truth that darkness always held.
He rose from his place amongst the void and the other gods and made his way towards the blueprints that all had begun to gather round, and as he passed by Slough he brought his whiskers to the shell and refraining from feeding darkness into her, instead fed her concepts challenging all that the others had attempted to give her. Confusion, love that betrays another love, sacrifice for a misinterpreted cause, greed for the sake of others, and personal morality. He gave these in an effort to garner life that would not be on the side of good or on the side of evil but instead muddy the waters between, making it hard to fully judge correctly what was right and wrong.
“Not everything can be so clear cut my dear Slough.” He whispered to the cocoon
After he had wrought what he could on Slough he proceeded to the blueprints. They were quite imaginative, he had to admit, as he enjoyed what lay before him. He sighed as he realized a key thing that was missing and using his whiskers began to write with his own darkness. He began to add the emptiness needed between all things in order for them to work and created a vastness that stretched far, encompassing all. As he did this he had a mischievous thought and began to subtly change something. At the very base of the blueprint he began to weave together the very very basic things, entwining them to make them inseparable by any means making the ability to guess more then one thing at this scope uncertain. As he finished with this he spread throughout his creation and that of the others, and so uncertainty had come into universe to be.
Vakarion was one he could sympathise with, but only to an extent, he seemed to be a bit to judgmental on the actions of others. That would eventually pass however and Julkolfyr thought that they would get along quite well.
Zephyrion, the winds of change, he liked it, it held the potential for entertainment with the others, causing disruption where they sought stability.
Vestec, Julkolfyr found himself realizing, was boring. He was corrupting chaos, yes, but constant chaos is so predictably unpredictable that you simply expected to never expect anything from it.
Logos. How could one being be so dull? Nothing should be forced to carry such a bland burden such as order and so all Julkolfyr could do, at the moment, was pity Logos.
Kyre, was interesting. Julkolfyr got the impression that war was chaotic and yet, unlike Vestec, was a sort of controlled chaos. Interesting, he thought keeping Kyre in mind for later developments.
Vowzra was another who seemed to be just as bland as Logos, but he came to understand the need for the progression of time.
Deagon, Julkofyr brightened up at the sight of him. Subtle lying and manipulation of the mind to deceive, such an interesting thing. He liked it but knew he would have to be wary.
Teknall would have been boring save for the potential he held to craft that which had already settled on a form.
Jvan was….. different he found it interesting and at once lackluster. a self-annihilating creator, he was curious to see what would come of it.
Reathos, death incarnate, another that seemed to be of a protective nature of things as they are. He would be a thing to easily twist to his end, Julkolfyr mused.
Ull’yang was a potential annoyance, though if done correctly he would pay Julkolfyr no mind and leave him to his plans.
For astarte he could not bring himself to formulate a thought one way or the other, she was to remain an unknown for him and his plans. It would provide a little unpredictability to his own plans, a perfect function for the god of magic.
Mammon would certainly allow for the upheavals Julkolfyr wished and so left him alone to do as he wished eager to see what he would do.
He would have to keep a wary eye on Vulamera, she would be prove to be a invaluable ally and asset or a potentially terrible enemy.
Toun was a god that could be a great source of entertainment twisting and turning easily causing frustration with but the tiniest flaw. Julkolfyr settled on him as the first of his siblings to toy with.
Ilunabar, the muse. Such beauty he wondered what would be created and what would be inspired to be created because of her.
Niciel his opposite through the powers they wield. He saw as an equal to either argue or contend with, though after seeing Ilunabr an idea struck him. He would turn her to empathize with him not forcefully and decietfully, but through the horrible truth that darkness always held.
He rose from his place amongst the void and the other gods and made his way towards the blueprints that all had begun to gather round, and as he passed by Slough he brought his whiskers to the shell and refraining from feeding darkness into her, instead fed her concepts challenging all that the others had attempted to give her. Confusion, love that betrays another love, sacrifice for a misinterpreted cause, greed for the sake of others, and personal morality. He gave these in an effort to garner life that would not be on the side of good or on the side of evil but instead muddy the waters between, making it hard to fully judge correctly what was right and wrong.
“Not everything can be so clear cut my dear Slough.” He whispered to the cocoon
After he had wrought what he could on Slough he proceeded to the blueprints. They were quite imaginative, he had to admit, as he enjoyed what lay before him. He sighed as he realized a key thing that was missing and using his whiskers began to write with his own darkness. He began to add the emptiness needed between all things in order for them to work and created a vastness that stretched far, encompassing all. As he did this he had a mischievous thought and began to subtly change something. At the very base of the blueprint he began to weave together the very very basic things, entwining them to make them inseparable by any means making the ability to guess more then one thing at this scope uncertain. As he finished with this he spread throughout his creation and that of the others, and so uncertainty had come into universe to be.
Jeez, catching up on the OOC is more of a task then reading IC posts.
The ebb and flow of the darkness was the only thing that his then infantile mind could comprehend. The darkness that swallowed creations whole with a scream of triumph, or was that the scream of anguish? As his consciousness grew he became more aware of other things such as sadness, anger, despair, hate, greed, death, murder, pain. over time these things became bland and the consciousness was want for more, but more never came. All that was was the darkness ever flowing, expanding and contracting. It was lonely existence to be sure but the nebulous darkness provided a comfort of predictability to it.
And so the call came and the consciousness came curious at first and then when drawn closer began to scramble away. It hurt, there was pain where it was bidden and yet it was to weak and powerless before the terrible power that drew him out. Out into a new abyss which, unlike its own, had things. It entered this new void as but a blob of onyx black. So much pain coursed through it, not only were there things but it itself had become a thing and the pain would have been unbearable had he not come know pain already.
It had begun to convulse as if to try and merge once again with darkness, but to no avail. And so it built upon itself, the body that came first Emblazoned with amber streaks that twitched and shuddered with its pain. Slowly it grew legs, his hind legs with hooves and wicked claws on its fore legs, and then agonizingly it grew a neck then a head. As it came to the head, white hot searing pain gripped it, influencing his own creation. ‘he’, as he realized, was now adorned with a bleached skull with amber slits as if for eyes and long dark whiskers with with he moved about experimentally.
Looking about with his new body, names came unbidden to him as he glanced over the beings that were present. It pained him to look at them, it was even more so as he looked at the two beings that lorded over those in attendance. Fate and Amul'Sharar The Terrible, one whom he knew was the reason for his existence and the other was just as influential he realized as she looked to him.
“You are Julkolfyr, the spreading darkness” She spoke, seemingly impassioned as if she had predicted her words, and him, far before this moment.
As she said, he was. Julkolfyr had known existence but for a short time and yet his curiosity began to overwhelm him as he stood on his legs for the first time. At first unbalanced he turned, and understanding immediately the dilemma, rectified it with a tail. Whipping it about in joy and satisfaction he looked to the others, his ‘siblings’ as it were and followed their gaze. He, like them, waited for the others to come, excited as he was no longer comfortable and alone, now he was in slight pain but had companions, a fair trade he would argue.
'COME.'
And so the call came and the consciousness came curious at first and then when drawn closer began to scramble away. It hurt, there was pain where it was bidden and yet it was to weak and powerless before the terrible power that drew him out. Out into a new abyss which, unlike its own, had things. It entered this new void as but a blob of onyx black. So much pain coursed through it, not only were there things but it itself had become a thing and the pain would have been unbearable had he not come know pain already.
It had begun to convulse as if to try and merge once again with darkness, but to no avail. And so it built upon itself, the body that came first Emblazoned with amber streaks that twitched and shuddered with its pain. Slowly it grew legs, his hind legs with hooves and wicked claws on its fore legs, and then agonizingly it grew a neck then a head. As it came to the head, white hot searing pain gripped it, influencing his own creation. ‘he’, as he realized, was now adorned with a bleached skull with amber slits as if for eyes and long dark whiskers with with he moved about experimentally.
Looking about with his new body, names came unbidden to him as he glanced over the beings that were present. It pained him to look at them, it was even more so as he looked at the two beings that lorded over those in attendance. Fate and Amul'Sharar The Terrible, one whom he knew was the reason for his existence and the other was just as influential he realized as she looked to him.
“You are Julkolfyr, the spreading darkness” She spoke, seemingly impassioned as if she had predicted her words, and him, far before this moment.
As she said, he was. Julkolfyr had known existence but for a short time and yet his curiosity began to overwhelm him as he stood on his legs for the first time. At first unbalanced he turned, and understanding immediately the dilemma, rectified it with a tail. Whipping it about in joy and satisfaction he looked to the others, his ‘siblings’ as it were and followed their gaze. He, like them, waited for the others to come, excited as he was no longer comfortable and alone, now he was in slight pain but had companions, a fair trade he would argue.
Made some minor changes.
@FrettzoDo you want Astarte to be in some way related to my god? I'm writing up my CS right now, and I thought it could be cool to play off the magic thing: either as brother/sister, lovers, or constant enemies (or all three...).
Ooooo now that would be interesting, have nice little demigod pop up in the beginning and mommy and daddy fight over it, with Vestec running around trying to corrupt it. That would make for all kinds of fun shenanigans.
Wow, okay so Looking at everyone elses very well fleshed out gods, i feel that mine is a little barebones. so without further ado.
PREPARE TO BE UNDERWHELMED AT MY HUUUUUGGGGGEEELLLYYYYY AVERAGE PENMANSHIP
PUT DOWN THINE CRITICISMS LEST I SCOUR YOU FROM EXISTENCE.
PREPARE TO BE UNDERWHELMED AT MY HUUUUUGGGGGEEELLLYYYYY AVERAGE PENMANSHIP
PUT DOWN THINE CRITICISMS LEST I SCOUR YOU FROM EXISTENCE.
My god, the madness, its worse then before ... and yet i feel its inevitable pull ....
ALL ABOARD!!
ALL ABOARD!!
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