Dealdric

Ancient Gods Unmasked

Okay then, everybody knows about the Egyptian gods, but does everybody know that there are theories they were Aliens? Kinda crazy, I know, but what if it were true, and they came back to Earth? Or even never left?

Basically, your going to get to play as the Egyptian gods, but they are aliens in the modern world. If enough people show interest, I will put a list of gods I'll allow and people can take their pick of them.

Any takers?

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@A Lowly Wretch

I'll be around till the party stops.

Hopefully that will be awhile.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lmpkio

Dirka watched her son dragged away, then turned to Hyperion. "Just enough manners to where he could pass for a civilized human being. Even though none under my domain are...no regrets! Here's the scroll, completely translated from the original manuscript, and if you need me, send word to the mages of the teeth of madness. I'll come." She started to walk away, before smiling and looking at Hyperion with a twisted grin. "Oh, and if our curious how he was made, it was the fun way. Bye bye!" She snapped her fingers and poof, she was gone, leaving Hyperion to figure that out.

@Rune_Alchemist

Dirka dropped onto the beach of the island of white dawn, headed for it's settlement. She was curious if Iva went through with his plan for it yet. If she was lucky, he'd be there, for she had things to discuss with him. Very secretive things she wanted kept behind closed doors, and she knew Iva would be reasonable. He knew knowledge came with a price, and she was here to declare that price. She knew his prophet heard her comment. But now she had a way to keep that secret safe. With Iva, a deal was a deal. It was hard to get him to break one, unless another that benefited him more came along. That's what she had learned, but was her deal worth it? Could it keep her secret long enough to where it no longer mattered? She knew she only had two more decades at most with her family, for nothing lasts forever. She learned that lesson long ago when her sanity left her. Now she was a functioning mess. Her people had no law, no cities, and she had nothing but her blood. And soon even that would be gone. What would she become then? Her brother of mystery? Or her brother of knowledge? Or perhaps something new entirely? Something so abominable that not even the deepest reaches of Iva's mind could conceive such impossibility.
That's all she was though, wasn't it? The goddess of impossibility. Magic has no explanation, she has no explanation, none of her siblings do. She was simply the impossible. And the impossible is overlooked in the end, seen as idiocy or insanity. Was she forever to be the background?
"Who even cares, inside voice? My siblings? Noooo. The Audience? Noooo. The writer of the damn play?! NOT EVEN HE GIVES A COW'S WASTE! HAHAHAHHA!" She fell on her back and started making an angel in the snow and sand mixed together. She laughed madly all the while. Her harp and drum seemed to be looking at her, as if asking if she was okay. She got up started to hum. She started a rhythm and the drum continued. She finished getting up and whistled a minor tune for the harp, which mimicked her. She cleared her voice and began to sing and walk towards White Dawn.

Walk the trail of bones
or walk the trail unknown.
Seize your moment in the light
or walk in the darkest shadows.
Dream on an empires stable night,
or watch the end of the show!
Enough!

Man or beast,
who cares at all?
God or priest,
which takes the fall?
No one knows the answer,
but they are like cancer!
Who trusts them?
Not a soul!
Who helps them freely?
Only me!
Everyone wants something back,
but I honestly don't care at all!

Hiding secrets behind the mask,
and before anyone asks,
I lied about that!
I don't want anything from you
or you looking like a bat!
And now I'm feeling very blue!

Oh wait, I already was. Everyone I make a deal with, I don't actually want something, but if they don't see another thing to do in return, then they get suspicious! I have enough on my plate already, and I don't need more! My experiment f***ed up and now I'm mad!

And in a good way!

Walk the trail of bones
or walk the trail unknown.
Seize your moment in the light
or walk in the darkest shadows.
Dream on an empires stable night,
or watch the end of the show!

Enough!

She laughed and saw lights ahead. She was close, but she wasn't sure if she felt her brother's essence here. Maybe better, she'd find the prophet or someone who knows where she is at least.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lmpkio

It's on her character sheet

@A Lowly Wretch

okay

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Tell me what ya' think of Moon eye

My Hider

Name:

Lienar
Moon eye
The Mask maker
The First Astronomer

Domain:

The Moon

Appearance:

Realm:

Mune is a large settlement of Mask specters, his creations, 50 miles south of the Teeth of madness. His home however is the road. He never stays in one place very long, but regularly visits his more enjoyed sibling's homes.

Biography:

Lienar is as old as the moon itself, but has only had a form for a few decades. It's cord was one with the moon, and from there it watched the world develop. Some of the gods especially peaked it's interest. Oao, the goddess of darkness. It thought her fascinating, for one with so much of a domain, but little confidence. Dirka, the goddess of magic, wild and peculiar, yet wanting only the best for the humans. Iva, knowledge, ripping things apart only to see how they work. Hyperion, light, crusading against all he believed to be evil.
It made Lienar sad and lonely, for it couldn't interact with any of them. All it could do was make shapes on the moon and move the moon to another place in the sky. It couldn't manifest anywhere being so far away. One day, it got an idea. It searched for it's cord and put it in a meteorite made of the moon. It then shot itself at the teeth of madness thinking that the best one to appeal to. Luckly, it timed it's shot right, for it landed near a mage village that Dirka was visiting. She saw it land with flames of blue, knowing it wasn't an ordinary meteorite. When she got to it's landing site, Lienar's cord had made a message out of the meteorite's remains to help it. Dirka instantly thought it was one of her siblings who had an accident. She made sure to keep it at a distance, as to not absorb it, and brought it with her to the rift. As she moved it, she discovered it was a sibling, but one she didn't know. She brushed against the cords energy with her mind and got thoughts and memories. She immediately set it somewhere no one would touch it while she worked.
Days passed, and finally she was done. She made a mask to house the cord's energy and consciousness. She through the mask at the cord, knowing the magic she placed in it would trap the cord. It went around the cord and integrated with it, changing in color and somewhat in shape. The mask floated and looked around, glowing a dark blue hue. It went towards Dirka and for the first time Lienar spoke. "Thank you my sister. I didn't know if you would help with your unpredictable behavior, but I believed you to be the best choice. The others would try to abuse a new cord or absorb it." Dirka smiled brightly and hugged the mask. She asked it's name. "Lienar, god of the moon".

Lienar is very observative and quite. It prefers to watch the on-goings than participate, but loves to interact with other beings, whether negative or positive. Lienar isn't greedy, lustful, gluttonous, prideful, nor lazy. It only gets angry when something breaks a mask. Then Lienar does everything it can to make that beings existence a living hell. He likes many of his siblings but several he keeps an eye on.

Notes: Lienar can alter it's form around the mask. It has no set shape, but when interacting with mortals and gods, it chooses the form above. In response to Dirka's making Lienar's mask, it also makes masks who have divine or magical power infused in them. These it gives to mortals it believes worthy or uses them to make more mask specters. Lienar is stronger at night, whether the moon be full or not. On eclipses Lienar changes to an orange hue and goes mad, babbling gibberish and doing things it wouldn't normally do. While the moon is up, he knows more about the on-goings of the world, and what individuals are doing. But places such as the library or the Rift are safe from this, and he can't see very deep underground, where he can't see Oao and Ferron's dwarves. Structures do not hide entities from this though. He can also put any creature not a god to sleep. This effect is harder to use on stronger creatures, such as Ragnagedon's dragons, and the day makes this effect null and void.

Misc: He loves gentle music, ones that lull mortals to sleep.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@A Lowly Wretch

Okay, thank you for the clarification. I'll adjust the post and then plan a CS.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@A Lowly Wretch

I was referencing the old gods, the domains we couldn't choose. I assumed we were keeping the idea that there were beings stronger than the gods that made the basics of tabrassa before hand. (like in the original concept of the Rp before we committed mutiny)

ALso I was planning to make a god of the moon for after the current spire. Is that possible?

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Deruga and Terzotz watched the chaos of the world tree from the Rift. It did not affect them, for the although the Rift was entwined with the world, it very much was not a part of it. Deruga thought the comparison of a binding spell once, but Dirka quickly showed the major flaw in that. The complexity of the Rift always amazed him. It's dark purple skies, yet plants growing from the light of fire and other plants luminescence. Terzotz pointed out that Azhriel had joined this fight with a claw to the scrying pool. Deruga looked and was not comfortable in this. If Azhriel got turned into a plant too, then the souls of the dead were left unattended. "The band of the gods keeps getting closer together, and not in a good way. We need to assist them." Terzotz looked at the magus as if he had grown sanity. "Did someone find a cure for insanity and give it to you? Nothing effects the damned thing! Unless possibly..." the black dragon stopped there, thinking it preposterous. Deruga took a Nimera Tiger claw and poked the dragon with it. "By the lady's eyeball! That hurt! Fine I'll spill! The tree draws off a Divine cord, right? Divine cords have an energy limit even ones this new. But that tactic is not viable because it would change anything to a motionless plant before it runs out. But what is stronger than a divine cord? Another new spire one! So, wake up one of them, and they could easily reverse the damage and keep it like that long enough for a god to claim the cord. Simple!"
Deruga looked at Terzotz like he had lost his last marble. "Are you suggesting we wake up a spire? Do you know how stupid that sounds? The're more likely to vaporize us than help us. Besides, we don't even know where they are!" The dragon looked around sheepishly. Deruga now knew what the dragon was thinking about. "No, we're not doing it. That's no longer madness or insanity. That's idiocy." The dragon gave him puppy eyes, which was more scary than cute. Deruga shook his head, adamant in his decision. "Don't most males that have a mate tend to try to impress them? If so your doing a poor job" Deruga got wide eyed.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

small posts from holiday madness and writers block. Dirka's story is getting really "twieggy", even for the parts I had planned.

"What do you mean?! Am I not great enough for you?!"

There's the bitchy ex-girlfriend reminisce.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lmpkio

Dirka jumped looked at him with a crooked smile. "I'll do one better!" She snapped her fingers and her son popped into existence, in mid air. He fell face first on the floor, then looked at his mother and Hyperion with a roll of his eyes. She glared at him for that. "Brother, meet my foolish and now cursed son. Rescorje, meet your uncle. He's going to teach you manners!" She went over and helped him up, before smacking him upside the head. "And I know damned well what you were doing, so let's not pretend you can get away with it. So, brother, how would you like to do this? I give him to you, and I do your little project, or both of us on one subject at a time?"