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What is your plan not even 25% of the planet is habitable yet
this is my plan
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this is my plan
Are you making elves or humans because that is already very good cliche
humans ofc im not a fag
step up your game, lil bros
We should create a discord server for the sole reason of posting memes about this RP.
STAND ASIDE NOOBS,
THE GOD OF POLITICS AND MEMES IS GOING TO CREATE ANCIENT GREECE WHICH WILL LEAD TO ANCIENT ROME WHICH WILL LEAD TO WW2
THE GOD OF POLITICS AND MEMES IS GOING TO CREATE ANCIENT GREECE WHICH WILL LEAD TO ANCIENT ROME WHICH WILL LEAD TO WW2
@Conrad I gonna fucking... I don't know what but you are on big trouble mate
I split my power too slim, seems like you'll get your dominion of time :^(
The cost of arrogance...
The result of the discussion greately upset the Archangel. Knowing that Hum has a firm grip on life and death is a thought that will make Alcadeas unsettled for years to come. Still, it is the order of the All Father, and whatever he orders, it is bound to be made reality by righteousness. Without further due, Alcadeas took it's flight over the skies and the sea, leaving behind a faint trail of feathers that gently blew through the wind and the clouds, reflecting at times the strong shine of the sun, travelling angelically back towards the peninsula that now bears his name, in order to resume his work.
In the years that followed, Alcadeas began to contemplate further and further with the concept of time. Endless meditation sessions proved to be fruitless in a proper understandment of 'time'. What purpose does it serve? Why aren't we affected by the weariness of time? Why did the All Father create it? Nevertheless, Alcadeas pursued further contemplation...until one day. While walking through the fertile fields of wheat and olive trees beneath the strong sun, the Archangel materialized time itself on him without knowing at first, but he soon came to realise the power and effects of time. The countless hours of meditation and concept creation regarding time materialized through the celestial powers of Alcadeas on his very self. With every step forward, he felt the weariness of old age through the knees and bones. Almost half of his feathers began to fall down through the wheat spices. His sight began to deteriorate, as he struggled to view the horizon properly. Rising both of his hands forward in order to look at them, his right hand was still as youthful as he normally looked, but his left hand was plagued by stern and deep trenches through the skin, his olive skin being replaced by a grey and dull nuance steadily. In a split of a second, after witnessing the destructive power of time, Alcadeas used his powers in order to return the vitality of youth back to his body, replacing the aged weariness over him with the youthful aspect again.
Suddently, an image began to take shape inside his mind, as if it was reality before his eyes. He saw the vastness of the sea and it's waves pierced by the bow of large wooden ships, carried by the wind towards faraway lands. Colossal monuments dedicated to the pantheon of gods, of marble and gold. Great cities of stone and brick lay before the Archangel's eyes, filled to the brim with people in his image. The last vision he saw was the suffering of war, with arrows and swords clashing with thunderous sounds against the armours, expanding the kingdoms of earthly leaders. The potential of such greatness could not be avoided, at least by Alcadeas. His present family was disfunctional, except for the All Father, in the eyes of Alcadeas. He needed a new family, a family composed of many nations, each being a world of it's own. At the base of each world has to stay one microorganism, so tiny in comparsion to everything, yet so powerful and necessary that without it, it would mean nothing: a family. A family in the image of his own. A father, to rule the household and bestow honor, leadership and masculinity over his loved ones. A mother, the hope and guarantee that the linage of men shall pass on, a delicate and strong character that will be the precious blessed caretaker of the household. And finally, the child, which will ensure that values of the past shall be the foundation of the future, the very guarantee that there is a future. They will form the communities that tomorrow shall rule the lands in the name of all the gods.
At the moment's urge, Alcadeas set forward the grand plan, but for this, he needed nobody else than the Lord of Creation himself, his father. Alcadeas set forward to meet his father. Bowing down as he faces Alnaeus, before stating bluntly in the cold and stern nature of the Archangel's words. "Father, I've came to you with a personal request. Imbue me with the gift of creation, so that I may use my power in creating a race mirroring my image. They shall be my legacy and blessing to this uninhabited world. They shall rule the lands in our family's names. They shall pray, they shall sing of us. They shall respect us, and they shall live for us."
Alcadeas attempts to consolidate his claim on the dominion of time.
In the years that followed, Alcadeas began to contemplate further and further with the concept of time. Endless meditation sessions proved to be fruitless in a proper understandment of 'time'. What purpose does it serve? Why aren't we affected by the weariness of time? Why did the All Father create it? Nevertheless, Alcadeas pursued further contemplation...until one day. While walking through the fertile fields of wheat and olive trees beneath the strong sun, the Archangel materialized time itself on him without knowing at first, but he soon came to realise the power and effects of time. The countless hours of meditation and concept creation regarding time materialized through the celestial powers of Alcadeas on his very self. With every step forward, he felt the weariness of old age through the knees and bones. Almost half of his feathers began to fall down through the wheat spices. His sight began to deteriorate, as he struggled to view the horizon properly. Rising both of his hands forward in order to look at them, his right hand was still as youthful as he normally looked, but his left hand was plagued by stern and deep trenches through the skin, his olive skin being replaced by a grey and dull nuance steadily. In a split of a second, after witnessing the destructive power of time, Alcadeas used his powers in order to return the vitality of youth back to his body, replacing the aged weariness over him with the youthful aspect again.
Suddently, an image began to take shape inside his mind, as if it was reality before his eyes. He saw the vastness of the sea and it's waves pierced by the bow of large wooden ships, carried by the wind towards faraway lands. Colossal monuments dedicated to the pantheon of gods, of marble and gold. Great cities of stone and brick lay before the Archangel's eyes, filled to the brim with people in his image. The last vision he saw was the suffering of war, with arrows and swords clashing with thunderous sounds against the armours, expanding the kingdoms of earthly leaders. The potential of such greatness could not be avoided, at least by Alcadeas. His present family was disfunctional, except for the All Father, in the eyes of Alcadeas. He needed a new family, a family composed of many nations, each being a world of it's own. At the base of each world has to stay one microorganism, so tiny in comparsion to everything, yet so powerful and necessary that without it, it would mean nothing: a family. A family in the image of his own. A father, to rule the household and bestow honor, leadership and masculinity over his loved ones. A mother, the hope and guarantee that the linage of men shall pass on, a delicate and strong character that will be the precious blessed caretaker of the household. And finally, the child, which will ensure that values of the past shall be the foundation of the future, the very guarantee that there is a future. They will form the communities that tomorrow shall rule the lands in the name of all the gods.
At the moment's urge, Alcadeas set forward the grand plan, but for this, he needed nobody else than the Lord of Creation himself, his father. Alcadeas set forward to meet his father. Bowing down as he faces Alnaeus, before stating bluntly in the cold and stern nature of the Archangel's words. "Father, I've came to you with a personal request. Imbue me with the gift of creation, so that I may use my power in creating a race mirroring my image. They shall be my legacy and blessing to this uninhabited world. They shall rule the lands in our family's names. They shall pray, they shall sing of us. They shall respect us, and they shall live for us."
Alcadeas attempts to consolidate his claim on the dominion of time.
Alcadeas shifted his gaze through all of the family, his mask hiding most of his face beneath an eerie shadow of infinite darkness. The Archangel seemed too quiet, walking in circles while meditating what he saw before him. A crowd of children, bickering for anything they could claim out of greed. Duhyxbin and Yllwythyr were the only ones fit for his respect, he thought. The rest are just amateurs, driven by emotion. In a split of a moment, Alcadeas stepped forward, resting the bottom of his lance on the grass and the upper part over his shoulder. "If any of you had a little sense, then you'd realise there are only two ways we can discuss this matter in a civilized manner. We can either nominate some of us for a specific domain and who gets the most votes shall retain that domain. Alternatively, we can all turn to our All-Father and let him choose the domains fit for his children. Either way, allowing one of us to just choose his domain without anybody else having a say in it is pure chaos, you will NEVER get to the bottom of it. The only thing this anarchy serves is to provide opportunity for those....
The Archangel pauses for a bit and turns his look towards Hum, rising his mask forward only to reveal the bottom of his pristine shaven strong jaw, together with his mouth which displayed a look of obvious disgust."Nobody should have the audacity to claim life or death, as if it would be yours to dictate. Only Father can choose to give breath of life or death upon anything, should he wish. You're but a scratch compared to him. I see through your lies, Hum. Your attempt at gaining dominion over something that will later come and bring so much pain to all of us, is nothing sort of disgusting. Were it for me, I'd give you the dominion of latrines for all I care. Same goes to that lifless husk called 'Xanaros'. A self entitled 'God of Nothing' that wants to claim DESTRUCTION? DO YOU NOT READ BETWEEN THESE SIMPLE LINES? WHAT THIS MEANS? IT WOULD PUT US ALL IN JEOPARDY AT ANY TIME, SHOULD YOU BESTOW SUCH POWERS ON XANAROS!
Pausing one again, this time seemingly calming himself. The Archangel's feathers began to loose down from the early upright form."Still, I'm just one, and cannot impose my will on any of you without a majority of support and such, I come back to my earlier statement. I suggest each of us nominate one of us for a domain, and then decide which one will be based on who has the most nominations.
With a step backwards into his original position within the circle, the Archangel speaks his last phrase before becoming spectator once more "I will nominate myself for the Domain of Time. My next nominations are as follow:"
- War: Amelia, she has the fiery passion for that claim, and I will always support my sister if it means she will oversee this dominion with clarity and responsability. War should never be taken lightly, but violence is a necessity for life.
- Wisdom: I don't think this needs further discussion. I nominate Duhyxbin.
- Life: Altough I'm skeptical, I will nominate Illias for the sake of not having Hum dictate this.
- Death: Nobody, absolutely nobody but our Father should dictate death as she or he wishes. I warn you that nominating Hum to this dominion will only bring blight upon us all in return.
- Earth: I am inclined to nominate Morvakin for this, I believe he is best suited for this.
- Destruction: Xanaros has no right to claim destruction, especially since he cannot display a responsable attitude towards anything. My claim rests upon Yllwythyr for this domain, for the sole reason that he is the most responsible out of you all, and has the clarity and calmness to judge what should be destroyed or what shouldn't.
- Fire: I will nominate Ira, with the hopeful thought that she will utilized fire only for the benefit of this world, and not be driven by emotions.
- Smithing: Antay, I nominate you to be the one dictate this.
The Archangel pauses for a bit and turns his look towards Hum, rising his mask forward only to reveal the bottom of his pristine shaven strong jaw, together with his mouth which displayed a look of obvious disgust."Nobody should have the audacity to claim life or death, as if it would be yours to dictate. Only Father can choose to give breath of life or death upon anything, should he wish. You're but a scratch compared to him. I see through your lies, Hum. Your attempt at gaining dominion over something that will later come and bring so much pain to all of us, is nothing sort of disgusting. Were it for me, I'd give you the dominion of latrines for all I care. Same goes to that lifless husk called 'Xanaros'. A self entitled 'God of Nothing' that wants to claim DESTRUCTION? DO YOU NOT READ BETWEEN THESE SIMPLE LINES? WHAT THIS MEANS? IT WOULD PUT US ALL IN JEOPARDY AT ANY TIME, SHOULD YOU BESTOW SUCH POWERS ON XANAROS!
Pausing one again, this time seemingly calming himself. The Archangel's feathers began to loose down from the early upright form."Still, I'm just one, and cannot impose my will on any of you without a majority of support and such, I come back to my earlier statement. I suggest each of us nominate one of us for a domain, and then decide which one will be based on who has the most nominations.
With a step backwards into his original position within the circle, the Archangel speaks his last phrase before becoming spectator once more "I will nominate myself for the Domain of Time. My next nominations are as follow:"
- War: Amelia, she has the fiery passion for that claim, and I will always support my sister if it means she will oversee this dominion with clarity and responsability. War should never be taken lightly, but violence is a necessity for life.
- Wisdom: I don't think this needs further discussion. I nominate Duhyxbin.
- Life: Altough I'm skeptical, I will nominate Illias for the sake of not having Hum dictate this.
- Death: Nobody, absolutely nobody but our Father should dictate death as she or he wishes. I warn you that nominating Hum to this dominion will only bring blight upon us all in return.
- Earth: I am inclined to nominate Morvakin for this, I believe he is best suited for this.
- Destruction: Xanaros has no right to claim destruction, especially since he cannot display a responsable attitude towards anything. My claim rests upon Yllwythyr for this domain, for the sole reason that he is the most responsible out of you all, and has the clarity and calmness to judge what should be destroyed or what shouldn't.
- Fire: I will nominate Ira, with the hopeful thought that she will utilized fire only for the benefit of this world, and not be driven by emotions.
- Smithing: Antay, I nominate you to be the one dictate this.
Archangel Alcadeas
Gazing down through the clouds, the Archangel could spot lands extending far beyond the horizon. Taking off his richly decorated golden mask, the god's stern and masculine facial features almost displayed a spot of awe. Aimlessly flying through the skies of the world, the Archangel's gaze sat upon the southernmost peninsula of the world, seeing the beauty in the random shapes of the shores, and the potential for the place to become a cradle of life, where he and his family could establish a settlement and rule over the realm. This might as well be considered the earliest concept of statecraft that the Archangel had in mind. This cradle of life would require tremendous effort in order to shape and be sustainable, and for years to come he began the process of experimenting with his powers in order to shape the climate and land of his soon-to-be home.
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While flying through the peninsula of the new world, experimenting with his powers in climate change, Alcadeas felt the call of Duhyxbin through the wind, promting the Archangel to drop out of flight and unto the land. As some feathers from his wings gently dropped around him, the Archangel turned his gaze towards the direction of the call, replying to himself "You were always one of my favourites, Duhyxbin." denoting the respect for his brother's attempt at maintaining order and balance throughout the family of deities. With a swift raise, the wings took off and Alcadeas flew through the clouds, towards Edenia.
Gazing down through the clouds, the Archangel could spot lands extending far beyond the horizon. Taking off his richly decorated golden mask, the god's stern and masculine facial features almost displayed a spot of awe. Aimlessly flying through the skies of the world, the Archangel's gaze sat upon the southernmost peninsula of the world, seeing the beauty in the random shapes of the shores, and the potential for the place to become a cradle of life, where he and his family could establish a settlement and rule over the realm. This might as well be considered the earliest concept of statecraft that the Archangel had in mind. This cradle of life would require tremendous effort in order to shape and be sustainable, and for years to come he began the process of experimenting with his powers in order to shape the climate and land of his soon-to-be home.
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While flying through the peninsula of the new world, experimenting with his powers in climate change, Alcadeas felt the call of Duhyxbin through the wind, promting the Archangel to drop out of flight and unto the land. As some feathers from his wings gently dropped around him, the Archangel turned his gaze towards the direction of the call, replying to himself "You were always one of my favourites, Duhyxbin." denoting the respect for his brother's attempt at maintaining order and balance throughout the family of deities. With a swift raise, the wings took off and Alcadeas flew through the clouds, towards Edenia.
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