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Big work in progress, but I got the gist of the species, government, and overall theme down. Lemme know if anything looks off right away.

Yo! I, uh, recognize a few people here from another space NRP that kind of fell apart a long time ago. Hope no one has any hard feelings about that but is this still open for applicants? I'm willing to throw my hat in

The concept I got right now is, essentially, shameless feudal not!vampires in space.
In Godspeed! 7 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
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It was like snow, falling in the deepest of night.

Little corpses of littlest things, tiny skeletons of the first life, sinking from the top of the ocean to its bed. For a long time, these had been the universe's only heartbeat, its final survivor and first re-coloniser. In a way, they still were. Here in the uncreated place, the godless were king.

Mater Lei touched her glove to the water and a wisp of shadow entered the depths. Like a smoke coil it twisted, realigning itself into form after form, none of them finished and all of them vague. "...What do you think?" she asked the other god standing with her, in this small patch of light in the Abyss.

He did not love the darkness. Here, far from the prying eyes of easily frightened mortals, Promus abandoned his mundane and human veneer to bare his true flesh. From the light of the stars within his celestial body, a larger part of the endless abyss was illuminated.

When the dark once more cowered beyond the edge of his aura, he answered Lei, "Intent must come first. A tool's shape is best selected by vocation, and only after it is made to function should aesthetic be served."

He cast a rigid eye towards the shadowy forms that she nonetheless continued to flickers before him, until one caught his interest. "Freeze."

He held the figurine of magically stilled shadow and twisted it about to examine the contours. "With some alterations to offer increased survivability, this one could be useful as a bottom feeder. It could crawl across the floor and feast upon the dead flesh that rains down, and then predators from above could feast upon it, and so the cycle returns the energy and elixirs of life to the warmer and brighter waters above."

"...With some..." Lei watched the spinning creature, paused its motion, started pinching its surface into fine spires. "Alterations... for survivability." When she was done, she'd worked the little blip into a many-rayed black star, its tube feet hidden beneath its body, blue spots of bioluminescence peeking from between the spines. She set it gently on the pale ooze, and it began to amble, swaying its rays as it crept across the sludge.

"..."

It looked abysmally lonely.

"...I think I just made an orphan," she said, picking up the little urchin before it could spend another minute on its own, holding it in her palms. More sprouted from the sludge. "Here, now it has a family." She didn't put it down, though. The sound of the little herd lumbering along on their little feet, infinitesimally quiet, somehow put the scale of the task into context.

"I think, in order to make any sense of this kind of task, an element of chaos needs to be involved," she suggested. "Not explosive- I mean, not necessarily- but something that adds spontaneity." She waved a hand, and under the cloud of silt she raised, a pool of heavy brine took shape. Warm and nutritious. "It's a melancholy place. I think some esotery would suit it."

Esotery.

What an interesting concept--esotery. Why would someone ever want to keep something a secret from another? Knowledge is a free thing, is it not?

The bubbling pool of brine continued to fester behind the pair of gods, the sound of it's subtle ruptures masked by the constant humming and foreboding wails of the depths. Promus' aura did wonders to cast away the encroaching darkness that surrounded the pair, but it was bright enough to blind the two of what was being nurtured beneath their feet. A spark of life rushed through the water and the grain, hoping to conjure something. No god could sense any spirit within the floors of the abyss, but there was something.

Something had just been made. It could not think, or speak, or perceive. It was not conscious, and to some it may not even be life. But, this was a slumbering thing, sleeping beneath the hubris of gods.

It sat in the void of the darkest depths, waiting for nothing.

Meanwhile, Promus found himself stooping to claim a handful of the silty sand upon the ocean's floor. It would do. He glanced sideward to watch Lei as she went about her work, he could aid her in a moment. Right now the sage was consumed by another desire.

A divine word brought before him a great volume of the silty clay, and with another he compressed it into a many-faced tablet that was denser and more durable than any natural stone. And then he whispered a short tale of his birth so many thousands of years ago, and each of the words were engraved upon the obelisk the moment that they left his lips. It made for an interest and intricate bit of art. "What is your story, Lei? The whole story." he whispered with a voice that nonetheless shattered the growing silence like glass. "I do not think that you came to be in the same manner as I did."

The stirred silt drifted down, and settled long before Mater Lei recovered an answer. "I remember some of it," she choked out eventually.

r. . .
r . . e . .
. . .m - m. . .e . .m.


The most silent voice whispered from beneath the silt. Neither Lei nor Promus heard anything.

The silt moved, and in it took shape creatures, nonsensical forms of life that occupied her hands while she spoke. "When the last star had died, there were nine of us," she said. "Uriel, me, the two siblings, a fifth- we desired to repair the universe, make it whole again. A sixth, a seventh, Master Ankylos, and Takoba- they wanted to tear it down, and start anew."

"The two siblings and... and the fifth one, we sent to slay Ankylos. He swore to destroy all of them, and he kept his promise, though it killed him. Uriel went after the sixth and seventh. They... he ended them. I was the weakest of all of them, so it was my duty to face Takoba. To buy them time. We all knew I'd die. I was only a hero."

h. . . e . . .r o.

Lei raised the silt into a great cloud, and when it settled, spires of flourishing life stood thin and lofty over the ocean floor, covered in gills. "But I didn't die. I killed Takoba. I took her javelin, and I took her godhood."

"And then it was only me and Uriel. We'd won. But..." Lei's fists clenched, and she stared deep into the darkness, no longer pretending to create. "When I saw Takoba die, I realised that there was nothing in that heap of shit worth saving."

"I ended Uriel- I murdered my mentor. I burned Takoba's javelin, and restarted the universe. And now we're here."

m . . . u r . . d . . e r.

The tale scrawled itself onto the obelisk on the face opposite of the one that held Promus' simpler, cleaner, and more idyllic tale. "I did not know that it is possible to kill a god. For my brethren, it might not have been. I wonder who was stronger: your kind whose strength could fell divinities, or mine whose spirits were so immortal that we could only ever condemn one another to eternal torture and imprisonment."

"Yours," she said. "We were nothing but half-gods and avatars, all but Ankylos. Lucky survivors..." She looked up, afraid. "Was... was there no murder among your family? No gods slain by their disciples?"

"IGNITE!"

The decree was deafening, and were the duo not beneath the waves Promus' voice might have thundered across the world. Even in the frigid depths of the sea beneath so much water that light could not even reach them, there erupted a bonfire of some strange astral fire that consumed and yet gave off no warmth. There was a hint of nervousness and trepidation in Promus' eyes, but then he stuck one of his hands into the flame.

The smallest ember of the astral fire survived the torrent of water, drifting down from Promus' fervid hand and into the silt. It's no wonder what happened next; the flame of an old god would do the trick. The mind stirring within the silt suddenly opened it's 'eyes', even if it had none, for it could still see in the darkness. It could perceive things much like itself standing nearby, two of them, in fact. The quiet voice that wailed beneath the surface suddenly fell silent, as if it had just realized that it was in company.

The starry and divine flesh of Promus melted in the flame and sloughed off like candlewax, even as the infantile consciousness and Lei alike watched.

"It's nothing but pain," he assured Lei, who had armed herself in fright. Even as the fire began to wane and die down, he stepped into it with his entire body so as to come closer to her. In seconds he was reduced to a skeletal husk. Thoughts echoed from his skull, for he now lacked the means to even produce speech. 'There was fire and pain and misery, but nothing so merciful or clean as death.'

He glanced at the weapon, clearly unafraid, and pulled himself closer with some heavenly force. He laid a single bony hand upon the mask that hid her face, and then his flesh began to regenerate with alarming speed. Lei tried to creep back and was unable. The thing in the silt continued to watch with great thirst.

Many moments passed in silence as hollowed eye sockets stared holes through her mask, but then Promus had his lips and tongue once again. Even as his grotesque, half-formed visage continued to right itself, he finally said, "Perhaps I should not have frightened you so. I only wanted to illustrate a point, and there are some things that not even I can put to words."

ba-bum. ba-bum. ba-bum. ba-bum.

A heartbeat in the darkness.

Lei withdrew as far as she could, stepping backwards into the dark, beyond the patch of life they had created and back into the nothing. Eventually the weapon returned down the neck of her coat. "Don't... touch me like that," she said, and realising where she was, hurried from the abyss back into the safety of his shadow. She didn't come too close. Her awe of the old god was now naked, and clothing itself swiftly with fear.

He was once renowned for his forethought, and yet he could not help but make mistake upon mistake.

Promus looked in some odd mix of shame, regret, disgust, and anger to the hand that had touched her. He clenched it so tightly that the newly forming flesh ripped and tore, but so fast was its mending that it would soon be just as before.

Behind the two, the primordial pool began to bubble and broil furiously as Promus' flesh took shape. Promus was determined, however. He couldn't notice the rising intensity of its work, and neither could Lei. They were trapped in their own drama, blissfully ignorant to the rising pressure surrounding them. A single, fleshy tentacle appendage took shape from the broiling chemicals, sliding forth out of the pool and tightly gripping a nearby sunken rock.

Then came another, and another. A vaguely humanoid arm, as well.

ba-bum. ba-BUM. BA-BUM. BA-BUMBA-BUMBA-BUM-

Promus called out to the darkness. "Your flight to the shadows pains me more than the flames ever could. O Mater, of Doors and Beginning and Endings, I beg you to return."

Lei obeyed. When she realised she had done so, she stopped. Bashful, she looked aside, and he continued.

"You alone ended my torment upon the last world, and you showed--a stranger!--showed more compassion than any of my brethren. To them, I may have been wise, but they thought me weak and inept. Maybe they were right. But my love and loyalty and service are all still yours, if you will have them."

THUNK.
THUNK.
THUNK.


Footsteps echoed in the darkness, shaking the earth and prompting the surrounding sealife to retreat from the scene. They crawled into their holes and swam away into the crevices of the earth, swimming away from the approaching noise. The darkness that once cowered away from Promus now began to encroach again, threatening to plunge the two gods in utter blackness. It stopped just a few inches away from Lei, hanging in the water in a most unnatural way.

The Mater flared, a sparking haze chewing through the dark around her head.

And then, a piercing, golden beam of light shone in the darkness, illuminating a heavyset humanoid figure standing in the shadows of the abyss. A set of long appendages unfurled from it's back, slowly floating in the water like snakes. ". . .n . . o. . . . . .no. . .h o w. . . . .how could you be loyal?", a rumbling voice shook the ocean depths, as deep and fathomable as the abyss itself. It gradually took shape as it spoke, sounding not unlike Promus' voice.

"Murder. Pain. Suffering among a. . .family. That. . .no. . .that. . .does not make sense," the figure questioned, slowly raising a hand to its head and rubbing the surface.

There was a state of shock, but it was only an instant. Promus advanced towards the strange voice with a bravery that few would expect from a robed scholar. "Show yourself, Ye who wears Darkness as a Cloak," he commanded, and it was a hard thing to resist his words. Mater Lei, for her part, had produced Yuu's rifle.

The shrouded figure halted it's pondering, the bright spotlight of it's head turning to glare at Promus. It began to stomp forward again, trembling the silt beneath it and speaking in a rumbling tone once more, ". . .I could ask you to show yourself, o King of Kings. Your intentions seem as vague and shrouded as this. . .abyss. This cold, dark home of. . .mine. Yes. . .yes, mine. . ." The thing spoke, looking down at it's hands as if it was seeing them for the first time. ". . .I wish you could understand this sensation. The burning feeling of sudden life, burning brighter than any astral fire you could conjure."

The shadows surrounding the figure finally receded as he stepped out of him, revealing a large, man-shaped thing, armored from head to toe in a suit of corroding steel. The set of tentacles sprouting from it's back appeared much larger than they were in the darkness, slowly undulating behind the lone diver as if they were their own organisms. A single glass porthole rested in the center of it's helmet, shining with an eerie yellow light. "I am not a product of natural life, though. I know this very well. . .in fact, I know many things about these depths, so many secrets. Can you hear them? The quiet whispers of these fathoms. . ." the diver looked around the dark ocean, as if it could hear it speaking to itself. It's spotlight focused on Promus again. "It seems as if they mock you and her. But, I'm not their speaker, no. . .no, not yet. I am. . .I am. . ."

The diver knocked it's helmet a few times, pondering it's own name. It trudged forward, threatening to walk into Promus, but abruptly shuffled past him, glaring up at the etched obelisk that the speech god interred within the sand. The watcher's light shone upon the stories Promus inscribed upon the obelisk, running it's gloved hand along the etchings. Stories of a murder, betrayal and inhumanity in a so-called 'family'. A tale of gods, fueled by their own hubris, creating men and creatures in their own flawed images. It was at that point the lone diver had frozen completely, disregarding Promus and Lei for what felt like an eternity of silence and brooding. Before too long, it turned it's heavy body to face Promus and Lei. The creatures and organisms that had fled from the scene before now slowly began to return and crawl forth from their sunken holes in interest and awe. Swarms of fish began to encircle the three gods, crustaceans scrambled forth from beneath the sands, tides of sea urchins and slugs slid out from seemingly nowhere, and a fleet of tentacle-laden creatures swam overhead, resting in the water above the arena of life, bearing witness to the emergence of. . .

A king - no, a god.

"I am Krosus, and this Abyss is my domain."

And to think that Promus had at first suspected this to have been Orfai, that one elusive god that had taken to the waters so quickly after making his entrance to the world.

A quick glance at the Mater, who held her rifle with silent patience, told Promus that he now spoke for the both of them. It was, after all, his Domain. "Then keep these darkest and deepest reaches, Apotheosis of the Ocean Beneath. But the obelisk before you is mine, and I would have it back."

The christened Deep King felt a ripple through it's still-forming body as it declared it's name, glaring back at the obelisk it had rested upon before looking upon it's surrogate 'father'. "You flatter me with that title. But, it will not change my. . .mission. You and her have done so much to alter these depths - imposing your vision upon the life here, creating it, even. How could I. . .t .. .trrrust. . .the words of One who so. . .easily. . frightens His own. . .kin?

Lei waved away the accusation as if it had been meant for her.

"O, how much I've s e e e e e n. . .for in my first moments of g e n e s i s, I understand so much already. Such a sad, sad. . .sad state of affairs, no?" Krosus wrapped one of it's tentacles tightly about the obelisk, fondling it with great interest. ". . .y o o o u. . .you are like a. . .f . .faaaaather. To m e e e e," Krosus mused, his voice dragging along and leaving a chorus of echoes in the depths. It only occurred then that the voice of Krosus was as much a wailing noise in the ocean as it was a quiet whisper in the corners of their minds, scratching the surface of their ears and begging to be let in. "You made a great mistake coming to this place. You've. . .breached the d a r k n e s s , now you. . .wish to take away my. . .only scrap of knowledge from the Surface Above."

"How. . .intereeeesting. How much of that. . .hubris. . .commands you. . .P r o o o m u s s s. . ." the Son hissed the name of it's incidental creator, looking upon his inscriptions upon the obelisk with his unblinking eye.

Krosus and his provocations were met with an advance by Promus. It left him standing squarely between his Lei and this monstrous being that had coalesced in the dark, but his reforming flesh did not quiver. The slow, exaggerated sound of his own name made Promus stiffen more than any of Krosus' other slights. The god's tone had always been soft and melodic, save for when he had roared that terrible word that ignited the flame...

But now his voice was rising, and it grew as a storm that could have swept up resolve and thrown back terror. Sealife far from those three gods heard the scattered at the sound while the playful currents shivered. "You try my patience, Being of Black and Fevered Tides. If I were truly driven by the hubris that you see, I might have already brought down the fury of my voice; yet words of violent power are words wasted. Surrender the stone."

Krosus didn't falter in the face of Promus' advance, rather it remained eerily still like a corpse, turning and staring at it's creator through a watery visage. "O, creators. How quick to temper. I cannot imagine the. . .things. . .that lurk on the Surface Above. . .your creations, made in such a. . .f l a a a a w e d image." Just then, a second and third tentacle unfurled from the blackness, tightly coiling around the obelisk and beginning to constrict. "I will give you this piece of rock that nature had so intended to reclaim, my. . .f a a a t h e r. On the condition that you show me the same. . .so-called loyalty and love you speak of."

He calls me...Father? The tablet is not worth blood.

"You, nor her, nor any God, Man or Beast, will ever step in these hallowed depths for as long as I serve the waves. Swear on this. . .and I will surrender your stone, and you will never meet my glare on the Surface Above, o King of Kings. You do this. . .or, you can simply k i i i i l l me and claim the depths and the stone for your own. Is that what you would do? Would the essence of communication and speech resort to such. . .barbarism. . .slaying, fearing and hating what He cannot fathom to understand? I truly don't know. . .do y o o o o o u?"

"O, Child of the Mind...

"You are right; I allowed a wroth temper to take hold, and now it too can be listed among my regrets.

"But for the love and loyalty that you ask, you must learn that such things are not bought--especially not with tokens that were never your to peddle. But I am decided: you may keep the tablet. Have it from me as a gift, a sign of good faith. There are many gods for which I cannot speak, but for myself I will make the pledge to witness your sovereignty here and respect the deeps."


As if on cue, the last of the Heavenly's Sage's celestial flesh had returned and his body was once more just as it had been before he entered the sea, before his mind and heart had been laid bare.

"I think that it is best that we part paths, for now. I will meditate upon what has been said and humbly suggest that you do the same."

Without another word he offered his hand to Mater Lei and turned to Phlegra's seashore far above. She took it, and nodded to the golden mask. "Welcome to my world, o watcher in the dark," said Lei. With a wave of her hand, the waters stilled, and a far-ringing silence escaped from her in a slow wave, granting Krosus the privacy he desired- for a time. "We will meet again soon, you and I. May your life be kinder to you than your birth."

And so the Speaker and the Matron departed. 'Thank you,' she whispered to the Speaker. 'Your love and loyalty mean more to me than you know.'

The Deep King watched in silence as they departed, escaping the darkness cast over the murky waters by his very presence. Something of a gluttonous chortle echoed in and out of the abyssal crevices as Krosus gave another look at the Heavenly Sage's tablet. It was his first memento of the real world, and a framework from which he should construct his kingdom. Though, there was nothing saying that the Watcher in the Dark abides by the creed of surface-dwellers. The obelisk was torn from it's place in the sand and dragged along with Krosus as he turned and descended deeper and deeper into the ever-expanding watery arcades before him.

And as he left to build his domain, he spoke in a voice that shook the waters across the visible world.

"T T H E E E

O C E E A A A A N

L I I I I I V E S S S. . ."


In Godspeed! 7 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
oh fuck.
In Godspeed! 7 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
"I'm sure we can find someone," Lei replied, and led them into the night.

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In Godspeed! 7 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
oh shit thank you!
i'm down for anything, really. i reckon Krosus being birthed in the sea is best for thematics, so lei and promus could it. whatever works for ya'll!
In Godspeed! 7 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
wus poppin jimbo

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The Deep King, Sailor's Saint, Davy Jones, Lifekeeper, The Watcher in the Dark.


In Godspeed! 7 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
looks around
uh.
is this open for newcomers or nah?

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