@Cyclone Let's also consider that direct one on one confrontation isn't the only thing. Slough could bury Kyre in lifeforms, Logos could discover Vesetec weakness and use it against him, Mammon could build powerful seals and bind away Zephyrion.
If Power was all that mattered, the Olympians would never have ruled the titans.
@Mardox To an extent. In Logos's eyes though, he's already earned the title through great deeds. To walk the Road is an painful act, and he carried with him the memory of the Old so this world could be New. He has walked the In Between.
It's no carving dad open with a scythe, but it's nothing to scoff at. As far as he's concerned, you lot are a bunch of petulant upstarts who have no idea just what powers your using.
Of course we'd be even in a direct fight. Hell; were designed that way. But the Immortal game is never won through direct conflict. The reason the gods scheme is because it's the only challenge we have left.
Sides, I now have MATTER to use in this reality. Physics is in full swing, and Logos has plenty of tricks to use now.
Wait, what? For a 2.5 additional Might per turn we'd have to wait another 4 turns to get a second site and we're now limited to four instead of five?
Well, suddenly this actually became a pretty bad proposition. Eight turns down the line we'd actually be better off if we'd made individual holy sites and reinvested four turns later like normal. I'd imagine the HOLY SITE HYPE train is going to slow down now.
Edit: As in, you'd be MUCH better off if you don't make a joint holy site. It's something like a 10-15MP income difference, which is huge
Already told you all I did the math. Why does nobody listen to the God of Order! (Whose player may or may not have an accounting degree)
@Legion02 I'd be down for a Hall of Justice. Logos gets a throne though. A big throne. You can all sit in footstools.
@Kho Can we make an existing site/magical location landmark a holy site?
Also, everyone I just did the math. Yes, you get a sudden boost in MP points. But by two turns after building it, you can have EVEN MORE if you invest solo and simply wait. The usefulness and output ratio of a joint site this early on becomes obsolete shockingly quickly.
Also, Kho! Check your messages dammit. And if we spent the MP to make a Holy Site shortly after making another one, can we still make it but not collect the MP until after the time limit?
Wait. Hold on. REWIND HERE. Joint Holy Sites make sense - as does pooling our might toegether. But how does a whooping 100% return on investment play out per player. 10 Points total were used, and so the generation should be 5 MP points. If one of us did the same, saved 10 MP and spent it on a site, we'd only get 5 MP but has a higher investment cost. The fact that we can only have one and it gets stretched over two spots is perfect. But it seems like a tremendous boon this early on.
Regardless, TOUN needs to get ahold of Logos for our combined Holy Site.
"Desist! I Logos shall put on a show and try to put Order in a realm built upon Chaos! Hahahaha! Obey me, the Fool King of Order!" cried Vesetec in mockery. On swift wing did Logos fly as the fires of corruption sought the delicate foundation of the Great Work, intent on shielding it himself. There was no need, for Teknall, Architect of its beauty sought to defend its creation, dismissing the fire.
Logos cast his own blade, a slim length of darkness. It didn’t glow, or burn, or waver. In fact, it almost looked solid for something made entirely of energy. The blade was a perfect representation of the king: total control. He flickered to the scroll with the blade raised, seeking to strike down the God of chaos before further corruption would seep in but Kyre, God of conflicts yet to come, stopped the foe.
With stern countenance did he take his place alongside Teknall, eye’s flashing dangerously as he spread his wings protectively over the design. “Desist,” came the order to Vesetec yet again. Logos was spared piercing the fiend’s heart as he was distracted by the outburst of Zephyrion.
His ethereal hair blown back, his feathers ruffling in the perverse display of power. An impetulent child, screaming in the dark for a light. That is all Logos saw as the god of change levied threats and warning against him. To change was against the very nature of the Divine. Logos would teach this lesson to Zephyrion. It would be a painful one.
When Julkolfyr adorned his crown of Shadow, Logos said nothing. A claim was merely that, a claim. One could not contest with the mandate of Fate itself. One could not undo that which was carved into the Road.
And then it was time.
“Let it begin,” Logos acknowledged to Vowzra, as Fate drew the book of creation to himself. Order stood beside Time, and bowed his head.
There was no explosion.
No rush of air and heat. No sudden expanse of potential. No base or benign creation.
He does not open his eyes for some time.
Like the Road, he remains perfectly tranquil and still. He focuses on the stake until he stops thinking about the Road, until all other thoughts are gone, and until the very feel of the All against his wings disappears.
There is yet another new sensation in his eyes. The blackness of his closed eyelids bleeds dark red. The color is everywhere, and it stings his closed eyes.
It will be a very long time until he opens them.
The Void, his siblings, and his thoughts all disappear. His eyes bleed red from the brightness, though he does not open them. There is only the light. He is in his own world crafting his creation, his Order, and it grows under his care.
The light increases and makes his eyelids bleed again, this time from red to white. The color is blinding, and it is everywhere. He walks under the light for a million footsteps. Where others Were, Logos would always walk.
With a heavy footstep, Logos arrived at the end of the Road and stepped into reality.
He opens his eyes.
Around him was Julkolfyr’s darkness. It filled the void of cold space around them, interwoven with his own Law, and where the darkness went his Law would follow. Beneath him floated a desolate virgin world, no doubt Fate’s intended canvas for them, ringed with the raw material.
Logos felt himself, his essence burned into the very fabric of this universe. The world beneath them was formed from his Laws.
It was formed by more than just his Law.
Logos brought himself through the air until he was within reasonable speaking distance of the other gods. “We have failed.” he said in his unnaturally resonant voice. “Even with our intent in place, Discord has one again crept into the world.”
The god of Order did not sound angry. Nor disappointed. Nor sad.
It was a statement. Nothing more.
His gaze fell upon the Architect, who has inscribed his laws into the great Design. His gaze was stern and piercing, seeming to dissect the mason god down to his very essence with eyes alone.
“I know,” Logos said. “You are...” he paused, “—blameless. I should thank you for designing the Great Work, Teknall. I could not have done it myself.” It was a rare thing for Order to admit what few limitation he had. “For this and for your defense against its further corruption, I will grant you a boon. Ask me what you will when you see fit, and if it is within my power, I shall grant it.”
To Toun, his eyes focused for the longest time on the blue eye otherwise marring the flawless porcelain face. “You have suffered for your defense of the Great Work. To you, a boon I would likewise grant,” he paused for a moment, and a featureless finger reached out to rest against Toun’s face. “I would ask that you hold onto the pain we now feel. We are immortal, we have the most time, so all the pain that accompanies a single failure becomes a sum of agony in even our earliest experiences. Time does not discriminate, but age does. For you and I are ageless, not timeless. There will be no end to our sorrow."
Logos then turned to the war god. “Kyre, for stopping Vestec from further corrupting the Work. I would name you the Divine Sword. I would give you my thanks and a boon. Your actions in the name of Order will not be forgotten. Do not oppose me.”
He paused before Vulamera's form, and the shadow of something crossed his eyes. “It is a burden to take all of creation into one’s self. I offer my eternal gratitude that it was shielded from corruption, if even for a few moments. When all is made right, you will receive a gift for your actions that will make all others tremble.”
Logos turned around and regarded each of the others Gods. The deities that had disgusted him and infused their despicable essence into the universe were already gone, twisting and shaping the earth below to their liking.
“Each of you go,” he said. “Find your treacherous siblings. Tell them that they killed this world before it even began. And that I leave them all to wallow in it.”
He looked beyond now, into the reaches of space. The cosmos were a cold and dark, when taken in its mean. A vast nothingness filled with points of light so tiny as to seem insignificant. Somewhere out there, Ull’Yang had left their numbers and burned in terrible glory. He would seek the god in time…
He knew that out there in those reaches were things left unexplored. The errs of the other gods, their malicious intent crawling in the nothing. Already this reality had begun to die do to their neglect. Spheres of negation sought to undo the fabric.
In his mind, the plans had already begun to take hold. The varying paths were branching off the nigh infinite possibilities, yet being narrowed down one by one.
It would be corrected. Fate and Almu’shrar be damned.
“Tell them I am Order,” he said in a voice that was quite calm. “But I am not. For while I am order over chaos, I am also sanity over emotion. I am the undefeated champion of the immortal game. I am the apex of all divine life, and I will usher this world into a new golden age of balance and perfection.”
The tip of his infinite wings glowed white with ethereal light, and before he shot forth into eternity, they could hear his final whisper as a warning. His eyes locked with those of Julkolfyr’s.
“I am Logos, and I am the ruler of all things.”
Logos reacts to the threats and warnings made to him.
Logos walks the Road, renewed, to reach Reality.
He promises boons to those who sided with him in the beginning of creation in some way or form. He warns the others, and makes a promise to his enemies.
1 Free Point used to create Singularity - Logos's sword and the first blade. Sheet to be filled out later.
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