Existence without thought, being without existing. The still-developing conscience of a slumbering, yet-to-be-born god dwelled in it's limbo-like state. It sought heat, warmth, energy to be born from. Not a conscience desire, not one born of thought or reason, but of mere extinct. A warm call came to the unformed god, drawing it closer, and closer, until it found existence.
From the oblivion within a door, Mater Lei's invitation caused a small white egg come into existence and enter into the realm. The egg rolled briefly on the cold sand floor. For some time once it's path had ended, the egg had remained in a still, lifeless state. Eventually, the egg stirred. It rolled, and in it's stirrings flames began to crack around the shell. Intense heat forming from within. Then it had burst. Flames erupted from the shattered egg as a monstrous figure grew with the flames. Blue scales covered in filmy yolk slowly made it's appearance through the brilliant fire, unaffected by the burning heat, the god took full form.
When the flames cleared, a beast that stood upright, clad in blue scales, stood in the new world. Eyes glared like dim candle flames. He was now self-aware, capable of thought, capable of reason. The emotions were overwhelming. Like a wildfire he felt a rush of confusion, joy, anger, and passion. Yet the cold-blooded creature was still, did not express any resulting action to these emotions, or any expressions to read. Like a statue, these conflicting and new feelings resonated until they inevitably settled down.
There was much to do. Much to create, much to destroy. But first, there would have to be creation. He looked around, the new world was barren. The first lives were created by another deity, fungi that germinated around the door that brought him into existence. Cells that adapted and expanded, ripe with souls waiting to be tapped into.
He scooped a handful of the newly born life, just as he had recently come alive. He breathed his essence onto the collected biomass, golden flames bathed the fungi. The divine fire did not burn them, but rather, shaped them. Forced them to evolve, to change. They writhed, grew, and convulsed, until they formed into 8 individual, large eggs. Each the size of a skull.
These new creations were still yet to be born. They still needed time to grow, still needed to wait for a world to thrive in. To give them life, he needed a realm to let them rule over.
So he walked away from the door. He moved far, away from it, desiring distance away from his kin. He wanted to be alone in his works of creations. Finding sufficient space, the scaled god raised his claw to erect a new landmass. Molten stone rose by his will and towered above. The earth cooled all but the center of elevated island, where a pool of magma boiled as a pool within the tallest peak. The landmass was without life. It was barren, composed of cooled rocks and earthly soil.
He moved to the top of the volcano, and dropped the eggs into the scalding pool of molten rock. There they would wait and incubate until it was there time to rise. He turned to the horizon. He stood valiantly on his perch. Atop his throne that was merely a peak to a volcanic mountain, the new God announced to the heavens, monstrous voice in all:
"I am Grimloq, and this, will be my kingdom."
An egg rolls out of the door, and a big lizardman god arises out of it in a burst of flames.
Brief existential awareness along with feeling his burning passions for the first time.
Modifies a small portion of the soul-filled fungi that Kap Gam had made, transforming them into a new species that will grow as the first dragons in due time.
Leaves a far distance away from the starting oasis to create a new barren landmass.
Grimloq 4 initial might 2 might used (New Landmass, New species) 2 might 0 miracles level 1 2/2 acts of creation
I disagree, While ive seen rps that keep in touch with discord die off on the guild, one of the rps I’m still active in from here has been kept alive thanks to discord, and it’s been active for almost 2 years now and still runnning.
Discord helps keeps roleplays lasting, but that in of itself won’t keep it alive.
Fire in its broadest terms is vastly important to the world. It is the heat of the star that gives life to the rocky planets it showers. It is the molten pools within a core that can shape a continent, forges to craft metal, to give heat to those that are cold. Fire is just as much a creator as it is a destroyer. Grimloq emobies this duality with his desire to create creatures in his likeness, as well upholding a passionate, wrathful desire for violence and destruction. One would assume that such a duality of destruction and creation would breed something of an entirely chaotic nature, but Grimloq upholds a sense of honor and pride that structures himself more with a code to follow. His actions are seldom without reason, though often he may find excuses just to fight, he ensures that at the very least there be some reason to engage in violence.
In it's simplest form, the fight for survival has always appealed to Grimloq. Like the burning passion of a fire, rage both fuels and inspires him. No need for justice or retribution when all one needs is an obstacle to conquer to ensure one's self-preservation. That isn't to say he is against a lawful sense of justice, rather that is another quality he attempts to 'enforce', but it is also convenient to allow more primitive desires to follow reason as well. Predator and prey relations and a system of survival of the fittest are what he primarily desires to see simulated in his creations alongside affiliations to his flame. It is this primordial rage that Grimloq commands in his portfolio. The savage nature of an enraged monster or berserking warrior are what he inspires. Whether that rage is fueled by emotion, or survival, does not matter to him as much as it's effect.
Grimloq is a god of few words(Which is perhaps a good thing given his monstrous voice.) and little wants. He upholds himself with great pride as a warrior first and a creator second. He looks down upon the other gods, yet his distinct preference for isolation rarely lets that animosity show. This animosity is defaulted by his prideful nature, viewing himself superior to others of his kin, yet in secret he does seek their respect and acknowledgement.
Often will Grimloq take sport in manifesting himself for battle against his own creations, or rewarding those that prove their strength either through challenging him or through spectating of a battle presented to his honor. There are times when Grimloq himself will manifest simply to experience the life of his creations. To hunt, to eat, to rule. He occasionally engages in the way of life his living creations make for themselves, be it wild beast or peaceful tribe, like a father desperate to connect with a son. He is often inspired by mortals, particularly fond of brave and powerful individuals whether or not they are a part of his creation or from another God.
In dealing with others he most often shows few emotions, but he is certainly quick to anger, and once he has made his mind on something; such as viewing another god as an enemy, or seeing through a strategy, he will rarely ever deviate from that path. His passion for battle and blood lust certainly shows in a heated battle, for he takes honor in his berserk-like tendencies, and appreciates foes that do the same. To him.
Gᴏᴀʟs
Beyond his simple desires of warrior, his pride also comes from his creations, which he strives to 'create in his likeness', creatures that will bear a reptilian with his heritage of his own cold-blood and fire, or ancient weapons that would be created by his forge. In short, to simply observe his own creations evolve and perhaps, impress his other kin, with the power his creations will possess or the 'beauty' they will have is more rewarding to him then winning a spar or smiting a foe.
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
Grimloq bears the tall and imposing body of a lizard-like humanoid. He is clad in heavy, plated blue scales as a form of natural armor. Crocodilian eyes pierce from his saurian head like dim candle flames. The crest atop his head is adorned with sharp spines. Bearing a muscular build he is armed with sharp claws and a barbed tail. He is often found wearing few clothing aside from pieces of golden armaments and other small equipment to suit a warrior's appeal. This form represents the lawful and honorable warrior of his duality, dubbed the creator.
When indulging in the other perspective of the duality in his domain, dubbed 'the destroyer', Grimloq manifests as a great dragon to represent the destructive power of fire.
Well here's my lizard God, I await a review! (The warhammer ripoff is a bit on the nose I apologize.)
Grimloq
The Destroyer/The Creator
Male
Dᴏᴍᴀɪɴ & Pᴏʀᴛꜰᴏʟɪᴏ
Fire (Rage)
Fire in its broadest terms is important to the world. It is the heat of the sun that gives life to the rocks it showers. It is the molten pools within a core that can shape a continent, forges to craft metal, to give heat to those that are cold. Fire is just as much a creator as it is a destroyer. Grimloq emobies this duality with his desire to create creatures in his likeness, as well upholding a passionate, wrathful desire for violence and destruction. One would assume that such a duality of destruction and creation would breed something of an entirely chaotic nature, but Grimloq upholds a sense of honor and pride that structures himself more with a code to follow. His actions are seldom without reason, though often he may find excuses just to fight, he ensures that at the very least there be some reason to engage in violence.
In it's simplest form, the fight for survival has always appealed to Grimloq. Like the burning passion of a fire, rage both fuels and inspires him. No need for justice or retribution when all one needs is an obstacle to conquer to ensure one's self-preservation. That isn't to say he is against a lawful sense of justice, rather that is another quality he attempts to 'enforce', but it is also convenient to allow more primitive desires to follow reason as well. Predator and prey relations and a system of survival of the fittest are what he primarily desires to see simulated in his creations alongside affiliations to his flame. It is this primordial rage that Grimloq commands in his portfolio. The savage nature of an enraged monster or berserking warrior are what he inspires. Whether that rage is fueled by emotion, or survival, does not matter to him as much as it's effect.
Grimloq is a god of few words(Which is perhaps a good thing given his monstrous voice.) and little wants. He upholds himself with great pride as a warrior first and a creator second. He looks down upon the other gods, yet his distinct preference for isolation rarely lets that animosity show. This animosity is defaulted by his prideful nature, viewing himself superior to others of his kin, yet in secret he does seek their respect and acknowledgement.
Often will Grimloq take sport in manifesting himself for battle against his own creations, or rewarding those that prove their strength either through challenging him or through spectating of a battle presented to his honor. There are times when Grimloq himself will manifest simply to experience the life of his creations. To hunt, to eat, to rule. He occasionally engages in the way of life his living creations make for themselves, be it wild beast or peaceful tribe, like a father desperate to connect with a son. He is often inspired by mortals, particularly fond of brave and powerful individuals whether or not they are a part of his creation or from another God.
In dealing with others he most often shows few emotions, but he is certainly quick to anger, and once he has made his mind on something; such as viewing another god as an enemy, or seeing through a strategy, he will rarely ever deviate from that path. His passion for battle and blood lust certainly shows in a heated battle, for he takes honor in his berserk-like tendencies, and appreciates foes that do the same. To him.
Gᴏᴀʟs
Beyond his simple desires of warrior, his pride also comes from his creations, which he strives to 'create in his likeness', creatures that will bear a reptilian with his heritage of his own cold-blood and fire, or ancient weapons that would be created by his forge. In short, to simply observe his own creations evolve and perhaps, impress his other kin, with the power his creations will possess or the 'beauty' they will have is more rewarding to him then winning a spar or smiting a foe.
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
Grimloq bears the tall and imposing body of a lizard-like humanoid. He is clad in heavy, plated blue scales as a form of natural armor. Crocodilian eyes pierce from his saurian head like dim candle flames. The crest atop his head is adorned with sharp spines. Bearing a muscular build he is armed with sharp claws and a barbed tail. He is often found wearing few clothing aside from pieces of golden armaments and other small equipment to suit a warrior's appeal. This form represents the lawful and honorable warrior of his duality, dubbed the creator.
When indulging in the other perspective of the duality in his domain, dubbed 'the destroyer', Grimloq manifests as a great dragon to represent the destructive power of fire.