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Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk. VI

Voligan

_{Aspect: Earth}

As the Monarch of All spoke his final words, filling the crystals with power, the largest of the crystals began to shake and change color. It rattled violently, rapidly going through various colors from black, dark brown and dark grey to tan, light blue, and silver. The colors sped by faster and faster as the shaking grew more and more violent. Finally, with a great shattering sound, the crystal burst into thousands of shards. In its place stood a titanic god. All manner of earth moved and held together his form, from the large boulders that will make up mountains, to the fine grains of sand that would make up deserts. By his will, for he had no desire to dirty the magnificent palace his father had built, it all remained tightly bound to his form.

He turned and inclined his head towards the Monarch, as it was only right to acknowledge their ruler and their father. Even now, mere seconds after birth, he knew who they ultimately served. The world may be their canvas, but it was his too rule. The Monarch's words had given them life, and the Monarch's words would be the law that they all lived by. Having paid his respects to his creator, Voligan nodded once more and headed down towards the planet that was to be their canvas. Galbar. One of his sisters had already left her mark on the world. Where once there was barren land, now all was drowned in water. It was a start, but it wouldn't do to have no land at all.

Voligan stopped in the ocean that now made up their canvas, his landing sending massive waves in all directions. The earth beneath him was strong, and filled with potential. The potential they needed to make their canvas. It was strange, then, that his sister had decided to drown in it all in water. She was a goddess of the ocean, true, but everyone needed limits. You didn't see him getting ready to fill the planet back with land after all. The Monarch would not be pleased with such a monotonous design. The earth couldn't be used effectively if it was trapped at the bottom of an ocean, and the variety of creations would suffer greatly from the endless expanse of water. "You were too excited, sister." His voice rumbled as he spoke, sending vibrations through the waters around him, looking at Ao-Yurin. "You have only replaced one monotony with another."

A canvas needed to take shape, and it couldn't be left with only one color or shape. It needed to be filled with variety and life. While such an expansive level of variety would be beyond him alone, he was not alone. His siblings were awakening all around him, some before him, and they all possesed the same level of power he did. They would bring their own touches and designs to the continents he planned to raise, and it would be a beautiful beginning to their canvas.

Voligan raised his hands to the heavens and spoke to his brothers and sisters, those that were already formed and those that were still forming. His voice thundered into the sky as he made his request. "Brothers, sisters, hear me. Our canvas is dull and monotonous. Together, we can make it filled with variety and color. Join me and we shall paint it to our and the Monarch's liking." He did not yell, for he knew his siblings could hear him no matter where they were.

Vigor

10 total.

+10 Gained from the Monarch.

None spent. Yet.

Summary

-Voligan bursts from his crystal like the Kool-aid man in his true form.

-Shows respect to the Monarch, heads down to Galbar.

-Goes, 'That's too much water'. Tells Ao-Yurin that they were to excited and only replaced the monotonous earth with monotounous water.

-Speaks out to the rest of the gods, asking them to join him in creating land for the world, with variety he couldn't make alone.

Falling Skies: Reboot ver 2

"Just because I shouldn't compartmentalise people doesn't mean I can't Pips! First impressions and all that!" Gansu replied, still yelling as he took his shower. "And please, I know better than to bring up Ferry's death around her. She's probably blaming herself for it, like she could have predicted any better than the rest of us that the Coalies were going to do a massive attack on our fucking leave. When you're comfortable with her or whatever you need, give me the down low on her. I wanna know if I have to start hiding all of the stupid shit we do. Like, what if she hates magnetic letters? Boss's drawer can only hold so many of them! Or what if she insists on no alcohol because 'we're professionals'? That'd be the death of the Gansu-special as we know it, and Zoom hasn't even tried it yet. Which reminds me! Before any of those terrible hypotheticals happen we need to celebrate a successful mission with Zoom! My goodluck charm worked, she did her job admirably, and she didn't die. That's more than enough reason for us to introduce her to the Gansu special!" He finally paused, waiting for Abi's reply as he finished up his shower.

No reply came, and Gansu spoke again as he turned off the showers and headed into the changing room. "Did you catch any of that or were the showers too-Oh you motherfuckers!" The room was empty. They'd just left, presumably while he was in the middle of talking to them. "Fuckin Sarvonians don't even have the common decency to continue a conversation, and I'm the uncouth one." He grumbled, putting on a set of fresh clothes. He knew where they'd be though. Abi was always hungry after a mission, and she was doubtlessly creating one of her abominations in the Officer lounge, one of the few places where they could make things themselves.

He spoke aloud before he left the changing room. "Don't worry guys, I haven't forgotten your role in keeping most of us alive. Before I head to bed tonight I'll make sure to get you some of the good stuff. Not that I ever skimp out on you, of course!" With the spirits reassured, he headed towards the officer lounge.

He came into the sight of Abi, Aleks, and Jakunta in the officer lounge with the very full and very abused looking blender behind Abi. "Pips! Did you break the blender again by cramming as much as you could into it? You're gonna get your blender privileges taken away like your Eva-" Whatever else he was going to say was cut off as the VI appeared. "Yes LIEUTENANT MATHEN? How ma-" Gansu jerked back, waving his hands through the hologram. "Damn it! Go away! Go away!" As Eva disappeared, he returned his attention to Abi. "I need your assistance Pips! You too Griz, D-eye, if you're up for it. We just had a successfull mission saving Royalty from the evil clutches of the Coalition, and the rookie didn't get killed! That's a cause for celebration! Especially since we might not get our leave for a while with a Sunnie on board! And since Zoom has never celebrated with the 7th or had a Gansu-Special, I figured the best way to celebrate would be to find her and introduce her to the horrible concoction I made! Plus I'm going to get drunk before we go back into the field again before the politicians change their minds! You in? It'd help shake off that post combat nerves!"

Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk. VI

Voligan

Voligan

The Great Bearer of Lands, The Earthheart, The Champion of the Monarch

Aspects
Earth

The aspect of Earth is broad and essential to the world. It represents strength, stability, resilience, growth and change. Earth can be as strong and resilient as the mountains, resisting whatever the other elements throw at it. It can foster the growth of nations, feeding the plants that empires are built on with the nutrients in its soil. Earth can change with its enivroment, be it becoming grains of sand in the desert or beach, or turning from a raw mineral into a forged tool. It is strong enough to resist and persevere through challenges, but malleable enough to adapt when needed.

With the aspect of earth Voligan can create or destroy new land masses. Islands can be pulled from the sea or dragged back into it. Safe harbors from the wrath of the sea can be formed. Before sapient life learns to build their own shelters, Voligan can shape the earth to protect and shelter them from the cruelties of the outside world. After he can manipulate the earth to create natural barriers to protect their settlements from attack and natural disasters. He can nourish the soil that plants are grown upon or he can make them barren of the nutrients needed for the plants to survive. He can fill caves and mines with precious metals or gems, so that whomever has his favour can mine and then forge them. He can weaken or strengthen the metals drawn from the earth, or change them to another earthly element entirely. If angered enough he can cause earthquakes or volcanic eruptions to wipe out whatever has gained his ire.

Crafting

Crafting is, first and foremost, the aspect of artificial creation. It is the use of special skills to build, forge, or otherwise create objects with one’s own hands. Forging a blade or armor, constructing a building, laying down a road, carving a statue, painting a canvas, creating horseshoes, etc etc. It is not limited to only making objects. The design of the building, the planning of the road, learning the craft, all are things that fall under the aspect of Crafting. For one cannot create without a plan, and one cannot plan without something that needs to be created. It is one of the primary aspects concerned with mortals and civilizations, as without them crafting would have nearly no purpose.

With Crafting, Voligan can create Artifacts better than any other god. He can curse mortals to stagnate, unable to innovate or remember their crafts, or bless them with an inspiration that will allow them to prosper and advance faster than their rivals (within reason, you’re not gonna see revolvers during the steel age, or steel during the bronze age). He can shatter or weaken the tools, weapons, or other creations of mortals with a thought, or strengthen them to be more effective than they would normally be.

Persona

Confident and calm are the two words that describe Voligan the best. He knows that he has the strength to weather the majority of challenges that come his way, and the awareness to adapt to those few challenges he cannot. He loves to both prove his strength and have it challenged, making himself stronger in the effort. He is level-headed and purposeful, always making sure that everything he does is with reason and almost never rushing into anything. It is rare to see him get impassioned and energetic. He is stubborn to a fault and honest to the point of bluntness. He sees no reason for lying to anyone, indeed he can't even contemplate the idea of lying, and will always speak the truth. For better or for worse.

As the god of earth, he believes that his power is nigh unmatched and that it his duty to shape the lands that the Monarch of All has created and prepare those that live on them for the challenges of life. Voligan believes it is his duty to teach, train, and strengthen the creatures that live on the world that the Monarch of All has created. They will need to be resilient and strong to survive, and he will guide them to that. All of them. He is not a filter, sifting through the weak to find the strong. He is a guardian and a teacher, making everything stronger and more independent, rather than destroying the weak or making them dependent upon divine intervention.

Voligan's goal for preparing the creatures of the world is to teach them to be strong and resilient on their own, but grant them strength from his own blessings when their own strength is not enough despite their best efforts.

True Form

Voligan's true form is massive. Standing tens of thousands of feet tall, it is nearly incomprehensible to a mortal mind. It is humanoid, with limbs and hands formed and shaped from the seemingly endless tons of rock, sand, gravel, boulders, and any other conceivable piece of earth that form his body. Hes face remains featureless, however. When he moves, the earth shakes for miles. When he speaks, it is like hearing hundreds of avalanches and rockslides all at once.

Mortals that are unfortunate enough to see his true form find their bodies battered by vicious vibrations as he speaks and moves, knocking them to the ground, bursting their eardrums and their organs.

To avoid this, Voligan prefers to use a toned down mortal form that changes based upon the earthen environment he is in. Made of sand for the desert, dirt for a plain, rocks for a mountain or cave, so on so forth.

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Creations

Continents

The Continents, Termina and Orsus. Termina is the larger of the two, and Orsus is the smaller of the two. Created with the help of Ashevelen, Aletheseus, Yoliyachicotzl, and Sala.

Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk. VI

Voligan

Voligan

Aspect
Earth

The aspect of Earth is broad and essential to the world. It represents strength, stability, resilience, growth and change. Earth can be as strong and resilient as the mountains, resisting whatever the other elements throw at it. It can foster the growth of nations, feeding the plants that empires are built on with the nutrients in its soil. Earth can change with its enivroment, be it becoming grains of sand in the desert or beach, or turning from a raw mineral into a forged tool. It is strong enough to resist and persevere through challenges, but malleable enough to adapt when needed.

With the aspect of earth Voligan can create or destroy new land masses. Islands can be pulled from the sea or dragged back into it. Safe harbors from the wrath of the sea can be formed. Before sapient life learns to build their own shelters, Voligan can shape the earth to protect and shelter them from the cruelties of the outside world. After he can manipulate the earth to create natural barriers to protect their settlements from attack and natural disasters. He can nourish the soil that plants are grown upon or he can make them barren of the nutrients needed for the plants to survive. He can fill caves and mines with precious metals or gems, so that whomever has his favour can mine and then forge them. He can weaken or strengthen the metals drawn from the earth, or change them to another earthly element entirely. If angered enough he can cause earthquakes or volcanic eruptions to wipe out whatever has gained his ire.

Persona

Confident and calm are the two words that describe Voligan the best. He knows that he has the strength to weather the majority of challenges that come his way, and the awareness to adapt to those few challenges he cannot. He loves to both prove his strength and have it challenged, making himself stronger in the effort. He is level-headed and purposeful, always making sure that everything he does is with reason and almost never rushing into anything. It is rare to see him get impassioned and energetic. He is stubborn to a fault and honest to the point of bluntness. He sees no reason for lying to anyone, and will always speak the truth. For better or for worse.

As the god of earth, he believes that his power is nigh unmatched and that it his duty to shape the lands that the Monarch of All has created and prepare those that live on them for the challenges of life. Voligan believes it is his duty to teach, train, and strengthen the creatures that live on the world that the Monarch of All has created. They will need to be resilient and strong to survive, and he will guide them to that. All of them. He is not a filter, sifting through the weak to find the strong. He is a guardian and a teacher, making everything stronger and more independent, rather than destroying the weak or making them dependent upon divine intervention.

Voligan's goal for preparing the creatures of the world is to teach them to be strong and resilient on their own, but grant them strength from his own blessings when their own strength is not enough despite their best efforts.

True Form
Voligan's true form is massive. Standing tens of thousands of feet tall, it is nearly incomprehensible to a mortal mind. It is vaguely humanoid, with crude limbs and hands formed from the seemingly endless tons of rock, sand, gravel, boulders, and any other conceivable piece of earth all crammed together to form his body. When he moves, the earth shakes for miles. When he speaks, it is like hearing hundreds of avalanches and rockslides all at once.

Mortals that are unfortunate enough to see his true form find their bodies battered by vicious vibrations as he speaks and moves, knocking them to the ground, bursting their eardrums and their organs.

To avoid this, Voligan prefers to use a toned down mortal form that changes based upon the earthen environment he is in. Made of sand for the desert, dirt for a plain, rocks for a mountain or cave, so on so forth.

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Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk. VI

Excellent! I'll get started on my Earth God ASAP then!

Mass Effect: Vigil

Havana, Cuba

February 7th, 2187

Early Morning

Janiri woke up at the crack of dawn. 70 years of waking up as soon as the sun rose had ingrained it into her, no matter how tired she was. After the events of the last two days, she was very tired. She had only barely recovered from the shock of Katya appointing her as stand in leader (a terrible decision! She had absolutely no business telling anyone else on the team what to do!) when the second shuttle had come back. Even though no one had given her any reason to try to assert her authority (not that she would have been able to), she had still been wracked with nervousness and fear that someone would challenge her or ask for direction. Then it was a long, cramped flight back to the Namibian camp. The payment she recieved (with some surprise, as she had forgotten that they were technically mercenaries and not volunteers) would be useful if the day ever came that they made it to somewhere on earth that accepted both credits and the paper currency they were given (Rubies? Rupies? Something like that.)

That day came the very next morning that Janiri woke up. Before she could even continue assisting the camp she was informed that they were headed to Havana to sell the broken pieces of the orb, and that they would be taking the shuttle all the way to Havana.

That was a miserable ride. A whole day, crammed into one shuttle with the entire team. By the end of it Janiri was about to scream with how close everyone had been to her over the last 48 hours. It was with great relief that she practically rushed out of the shuttle when they finally landed, putting as much distance between her and those around her as possible while still remaining in ear shot. If she never got in that shuttle again it would be too soon.

Fortunately the town of Havana was a much more secure place than Windhoek had been. The locals felt so safe that they willingly got drunk and wandered around, laughing as if the Earth hadn't been ravaged by the Reapers a month ago. Janiri couldn't help but smile at the resilience of those around her. It would be so easy to give into the despair that the Reapers had brought, but the people of Havana wouldn't. They wouldn't give the enemy the satisfaction, not even after their defeat.

Janiri followed Katya to the resort and quickly checked into a room for herself and she had to admit, it was nice. The bed was the softest thing she had slept on in decades, and it almost made the fight with the drell and then the Locust worth it. As comfortable as the bed was, it wasn't comfortable enough to keep her from waking up seven hours later with the sun. Without anything else to do until Katya contacted her with the plan, Janiri headed into the city, dressed in her full length casual clothes. Perhaps she could find something to help with there. Something to keep her hands busy while she waited for any word about what they were doing in the city.

Havana was in much better condition than Windhoek. There wasn't anything that needed to be moved, any bodies that needed to be buried, or generators that desperately needed to be up and running for the safety of the city. She did stumble across a car that had broken down on the side of the street and headed over to see if she could assist. There wasn't anything she could do to permanently fix the problem, but she would be able to scrap together a patch job that would at least get the human driver to a repair shop with actual tools and parts. It was a pain though. Thirty minutes of quietly cursing under her breath as she tried to contort her body in uncomfortable ways to reach the problem. When she was done she was grateful for the fact that her gloves and jacket were black. The stains were at least fairly well hidden from view. Janiri waved off any payment, and a hug (why were humans so physically affectionate? Why couldn't they just say thank you and go?) from the human woman and hurried along her way before the driver got insistent.

As she walked, her omni-tool went off with messages from Katya. Apparently they were going to be in Havana for a few more days. The doctor wouldn't be able to pick up her shards soon, but she had sent payment to keep the artifact safe. That was nice. What was more interesting was the fact that they were recieving two replacements so soon. The SRN evidently didn't mess around with keeping their squads at full strength. Two more engineers. It would be nice to have someone who wasn't Kysar to help out with the technology things. Hopefully they would be less intimidating than the rest of the squad. Which reminded her. She needed to thank Karnoc for saving her life. With how hectic the battle and aftermath had been, and how exhausting all the travelling had been, it had completely slipped her mind.

She turned and headed to where she thought the Krogan was, quietly singing as she went. "Daughter, oh daughter, daughter come home, won't you return to us from your youth? We miss you and we love you, it's not much but it's the truth."

Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk. VI

I'm down to revisit Divinus.

Blades of the Blood Coast

Annd posted. Faeril is absolutely willing to kill a child for money, but this seems a little too easy.

Blades of the Blood Coast

Faeril headed through the city, giving Reyvadin a nod as he saw the human man begin to follow him. He could handle himself if a situation called for it, but it was always better to have an ally he could rely on if things got ugly. While Reyvadin wasn't as practical as Migi or Raddek, he was competent in a fight and that's all that really mattered. As they went farther into the city, they passed by a variety of people. Most of whom, Faeril noticed, were armed and armored. With that many non-guardsmen brandishing weapons either the city was particularly dangerous or there would be plenty of work for their little band of budding mercenaries. Hopefully it was the latter but they would be ready for the former. He made note of the brothel for later. He didn't have enough money now, but when he did it'd be a good thing to keep in mind.

As they went farther in, they reached the self-proclaimed 'Old City' where evidently the rich citizens of Varone lived. The buildings and the people all got nicer, though they were connected in strange ways. Who would want to live where your neighbors could easily walk into your home? Perhaps it was for city defense, if an enemy breached the outer walls they could be fired at from the walkways, he supposed. Of course, with richer citizens came those seeking to tear them down. They passed by the mob throwing rocks at an estate and Faeril picked up his pace as he saw the guards marching in to disrupt them. He didn't want to be dragged into the fight, or slaughter depending on how brave the mob was, and lumped in with the mob by the guards. At least somethings never changed. The guards were more concerned with the rich part of town than the poor, that was true of everywhere.

Finally they found a marketplace that had what he was looking for. A fellow dwarf would doubtlessly offer him some coin for the normal crossbow, and Varone's Weave sounded like just the place to get properly fitted clothes so that he no longer looked like a brigand. Faeril made a note of Reyvadin heading to the smiths and then continued on his way. They didn't need to be attached at the hip but Faeril wanted to know where his allies were. As Faeril was looking around, seeing if there was anything else he could spend his money on, a tug was suddenly felt at his jerkin.

Faeril looked over to see a boy. Before he could tell the annoying child to leave him be, the boy requested to die. Faeril blinked, caught off-guard by the request, before leaning in and whispering. "Money first, I'm not killing someone and then searching a corpse to find nothing. And why would a child like you want to die so badly?" As he spoke he felt for his coins and equipment and looked around. This could very easily be a trap for the boy's gang to mug him or for the boy to try to pickpocket his money or possessions. If either were true, Faeril would grant his request whether it was real or not.

Roll

Perception: 6+1 Faeril is looking around to see if anyone else is watching the boy, and looking for signs that this is a trap.

Blades of the Blood Coast

@Pagemaster@DrRtron Are your schedules clearing up?

I will wait until this weekend to give an update to everyone, and after that everyone will have a week to post. So unless something extenuating occurs within the next two weeks, I think that should be enough time!

Also OOC update: Since Lauder is gone and two people are currently indisposed, I will allow someone to make a second character if there is a volunteer.

@POOHEAD189

Just got settled! The trip played hell with me so I should have Faeril's response up tomorrow.