what kinds of domains (portfolios) can we expect to come out of different unions?
Spring = seasons + life.
Oh no.
Wait.
No.
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Spring = seasons + life.
Oh no.
Wait.
No.
So, Vowzra or someone better help the sentient races (mainly humanity I think :p) out.
Eternal winter, eternal night, the Dyun, the Cimex, humanity, and now all their worst nightmares are coming to life to attack them.
Fun times!
As usual, if you spot any errors in the Turn Sheet, tell me
Evelynn is in grey because we'll probably have to just let her go if she doesn't post this turn
@Lugubrious I'll ask jet to edit his post. I think taking all the Order was a bit much
@jetipster Do you reckon it'll be ok to leave some of the Order behind? A dozen or so?
This actually works pretty well. We can assume that the Order was initially large, and the reason it became so small was because Svei took 'em all!
Of course! That's a great idea! I'll edit today when I can but for now just assume that I took say half the order.
Apologies everyone for lateness, I aim to be more 'on it' this week as work should (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE) start to wind down.
But yeah turns out Svie is the moody, jealous, quick to anger type. Kinda like a blizzard.
Bet you didn't see that winter coming.
I also owe creation sheets for the following
that should go up tomorrow. But for now night all! I have to be educating the youth of tomorrow in less than 9 hours.
Sveiand had been lost in the geometric enchantment of the Shattered Sea, and endless maze of sheets and flows that groaned with restrained power at every tide. He had been pondering how to further his dominance over his powers to secure his personification of winter amongst any future civilisations that may arise. And over time had become one with the dark frozen landscape. He knew how the ice froze in fractals, sheets and feathers. He felt the dense brine descended into the depths that only the ocean God knew as his ice expelled the impure salt from its crystalized form. He flew in the powerful gales that blew over the ice shaping fantastical forms as the cool air descended at the polar cord. As his knowledge of his polar realm expanded his mind wandered back to the image of Undasis' waters flowing from the crater and the ice groaned in agony once more. He longed to release his ice from its thin ocean based form but his idea would require land. He shimmered into a cloud of frozen mist and reappeared high above Galbar's only landmass, now abuzz with life and basking in the warmth of its Southern Hemisphere position.
He was agog to view the myriad of animal life and now sentient beings. He nodded in admiration for Vowzra and Escre at the creative abundance of wildlife that colonised the massive continent. Yet the God of Winter shied away at the wanton destruction that was befalling the benevolent humans that had now started to form settlements. He watched through the years as the humans evolved their societies and populations ebbed and flowed with his harsh winters and conflict. He observed how the plants bloomed and fruited at different times of the year and hoped soon to master such natural marvels himself.
It was with the discovery of the Cold Monastery that Svieand first observed the outsiders using the powers that he held so dear. Mists. Snow. All said in his name without one mention of his actual existence. A hymn of winter! Jealousy and selfishness burst forth from within his thoughts and his heart chilled. How dare Escre embue the affinity of ice into his own creations?! He pulled energy from the void as before and exploded in a shower of his raw power over the continent.
The weather in Arguilla turned within days. Svieand’s affront at Escre, the one who he had once revered with such admiration, granting his domain to mere mortals. Within weeks the previously benevolently mild winter was the worst in the continent’s short history fuelled by the winter god’s rage. Yet as the blizzards scoured the continent the frosts claimed more and more innocent lies and Svieand started to thaw. The humans did not deserve the punishment he had inflicted and soon the Cimex would start to adapt to the frigid conditions, further worsening humanities unprepared situation.
Svieand let the storms rage and transported to the northern hemisphere where he summoned a far smaller continent formed from an archipelago of large islands from Undasis’ depths. Imbued with his power the land flourished with vegetation that reflected his person, and Sviebard became the third set of land to be created. The trees were tall and sharp with spinal leaves that it jealousy held all year. The vegetation was course and woody, adapted to the freezing conditions. The animals he brought were thick coated and paler than their southern cousins. Great white bears stalked out onto the Shattered Sea in chase of dogs that withdrew their legs in favour of an aquatic life. Great white owls soared silently across endless taiga forest in search of hidden rodents. Great white wolves stalked the herds of innumerable reindeer that thundered endlessly across the great expanses of the islands northern edges. With a flick of his wrist Svieand transported all those humans who can communed with the Liaison to their new island homes. He gave a wry smile as he chose numerous humans as his chosen ‘Spirit Walkers. Their hair bleached white and eyes sparkled blue as Svieand transferred his mastery over the harshest season amongst them. Their eyes went completely white as their consciousness past into a colourless plane with no sense of dimension only a bitter cold. Before them stood the figure of Svieand from which a warmth seemed to emanate as he spoke directly into their minds.
"You are chosen by me, Svieand, God of Winter, and Keeper of Cycles. Unlike those in the now endless white, I will show you the true path of winter and ice enabling you to live in harmony in these lands. You will learn to master the elements but must respect both the land and the sea, otherwise both are unforgiving. You shall respect all living beings from the hulking musk ox to the burrowing vole, the tallest redwood to the lowly sage, the smallest babe to the withered elder. In return I grant you the powers to commune with those whom you share this land, so you can learn from and empathise with those creatures and plants that have mastered the ability to thrive in this realm. I will also grant you knowledge not yet learnt to bless your re-birth that you must endeavour to spread throughout your people. Before I entrust my creations to your care I must beseech you to also show tribute to the Woman of the Water, for she may grant you good fishing and safe passage if you follow her bidding also. Fair well my children, may you never feel the cold."
Svieand watched as the humans gathered around his chosen figures, each one different from the next, both genders and from all ages. Each now having the magic of Svie’s winter essence and also, once mastered, the ability to spiritually transfer one’s consciousness into that of another being. He smiled as they started to transfer their knowledge, some stronger males walking to the shore to explain the concepts of sailing whilst other gathered around older figures to discuss the emerging stars. Others followed younger Spirit Walkers as they ventured into the forest to explore the bounty that awaited them.
Svie glanced once more at those near the ocean and stared into the foreboding depths. He knew he must secure the safety of his new peoples and that would require a deal with the god of the oceans. Soaring through the upper atmosphere he scowled once more at the bitter winter that afflicted the bountiful first land of Aguilla. The Cimex would adapt and the Dyun would have to turn to more slaughter to survive. Let’s see how the Liaison fair in the hands of the people when they cannot stop this snow. He would await an apology and show them just how unforgiving winter can be. With a growl of rage and upset he flung himself into Galbar’s Scar in search of a meeting with the Undasis…
He was agog to view the myriad of animal life and now sentient beings. He nodded in admiration for Vowzra and Escre at the creative abundance of wildlife that colonised the massive continent. Yet the God of Winter shied away at the wanton destruction that was befalling the benevolent humans that had now started to form settlements. He watched through the years as the humans evolved their societies and populations ebbed and flowed with his harsh winters and conflict. He observed how the plants bloomed and fruited at different times of the year and hoped soon to master such natural marvels himself.
It was with the discovery of the Cold Monastery that Svieand first observed the outsiders using the powers that he held so dear. Mists. Snow. All said in his name without one mention of his actual existence. A hymn of winter! Jealousy and selfishness burst forth from within his thoughts and his heart chilled. How dare Escre embue the affinity of ice into his own creations?! He pulled energy from the void as before and exploded in a shower of his raw power over the continent.
The weather in Arguilla turned within days. Svieand’s affront at Escre, the one who he had once revered with such admiration, granting his domain to mere mortals. Within weeks the previously benevolently mild winter was the worst in the continent’s short history fuelled by the winter god’s rage. Yet as the blizzards scoured the continent the frosts claimed more and more innocent lies and Svieand started to thaw. The humans did not deserve the punishment he had inflicted and soon the Cimex would start to adapt to the frigid conditions, further worsening humanities unprepared situation.
Svieand let the storms rage and transported to the northern hemisphere where he summoned a far smaller continent formed from an archipelago of large islands from Undasis’ depths. Imbued with his power the land flourished with vegetation that reflected his person, and Sviebard became the third set of land to be created. The trees were tall and sharp with spinal leaves that it jealousy held all year. The vegetation was course and woody, adapted to the freezing conditions. The animals he brought were thick coated and paler than their southern cousins. Great white bears stalked out onto the Shattered Sea in chase of dogs that withdrew their legs in favour of an aquatic life. Great white owls soared silently across endless taiga forest in search of hidden rodents. Great white wolves stalked the herds of innumerable reindeer that thundered endlessly across the great expanses of the islands northern edges. With a flick of his wrist Svieand transported all those humans who can communed with the Liaison to their new island homes. He gave a wry smile as he chose numerous humans as his chosen ‘Spirit Walkers. Their hair bleached white and eyes sparkled blue as Svieand transferred his mastery over the harshest season amongst them. Their eyes went completely white as their consciousness past into a colourless plane with no sense of dimension only a bitter cold. Before them stood the figure of Svieand from which a warmth seemed to emanate as he spoke directly into their minds.
"You are chosen by me, Svieand, God of Winter, and Keeper of Cycles. Unlike those in the now endless white, I will show you the true path of winter and ice enabling you to live in harmony in these lands. You will learn to master the elements but must respect both the land and the sea, otherwise both are unforgiving. You shall respect all living beings from the hulking musk ox to the burrowing vole, the tallest redwood to the lowly sage, the smallest babe to the withered elder. In return I grant you the powers to commune with those whom you share this land, so you can learn from and empathise with those creatures and plants that have mastered the ability to thrive in this realm. I will also grant you knowledge not yet learnt to bless your re-birth that you must endeavour to spread throughout your people. Before I entrust my creations to your care I must beseech you to also show tribute to the Woman of the Water, for she may grant you good fishing and safe passage if you follow her bidding also. Fair well my children, may you never feel the cold."
Svieand watched as the humans gathered around his chosen figures, each one different from the next, both genders and from all ages. Each now having the magic of Svie’s winter essence and also, once mastered, the ability to spiritually transfer one’s consciousness into that of another being. He smiled as they started to transfer their knowledge, some stronger males walking to the shore to explain the concepts of sailing whilst other gathered around older figures to discuss the emerging stars. Others followed younger Spirit Walkers as they ventured into the forest to explore the bounty that awaited them.
Svie glanced once more at those near the ocean and stared into the foreboding depths. He knew he must secure the safety of his new peoples and that would require a deal with the god of the oceans. Soaring through the upper atmosphere he scowled once more at the bitter winter that afflicted the bountiful first land of Aguilla. The Cimex would adapt and the Dyun would have to turn to more slaughter to survive. Let’s see how the Liaison fair in the hands of the people when they cannot stop this snow. He would await an apology and show them just how unforgiving winter can be. With a growl of rage and upset he flung himself into Galbar’s Scar in search of a meeting with the Undasis…
Decisions decisions. Anyone want a hand with anything? Got some cheeky Might spare...
<Snipped quote by Hael>
Up to you to try to convince Ferghus. Even I'm not sure what could convince Ferghus to work for a water God.
Hmm... I'd suggest giving Ferghus a unique item. Something that can be used for some purpose that Ferghus would need fulfilled. Beyond that, the rest is up to you.
Loving the coyness. Damn we're gonna have to work hard for FIRE!
No objections, that sounds like a usual fantasy/sci-fi name
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How long are the days on this planet? Does it take 24 hours to rotate (like Earth), or is it more alien than that?
How long are years in Galbar? 365 days, like Earth, or are they longer (like how Mars has 687-day years)? Maybe shorter?
I'm just asking for future reference, really
Agreed. Name is cool by me.
I've taken Earth-like assumptions but will happily change anything in my post if it will be incorrect with your own ideas about the world @Kho
After the vast abyss of non-existence, with the exception of 11 ethereal figures, their two summoners and orb, the blinding whiteness was a surprising comfort. The excruciating pain as his energy was ripped from his being, painful distraction from his biting inadequacy.
Then all was dark once more. But brighter than before. Svieand spun around on his axis and echoed the previous statements of “Wow” as he absorbed the view. Galaxies span in the distance whilst nearer there was a powerful sun and closer still a barren rock orbiting before him.
So this was what they had been intrusted with. Already the figure of Arguis had disappeared and a rumbling omitted from the surface of the, as yet unnamed, planet.
Svieand willed himself closer to the large lump of rock and slowed, eyes narrowing in suspicion at the molten layers beneath the dry crust. The natural heat source was not going to help. Neither was the glare from the sun that would ultimately make the rock habitable he presumed. He orbited the mass to gauge the possibilities, a naked torso of pure ice with a comet-like tail of frost from the waist down. He approved of this embodiments attractive physique and felt the first pang of loneliness and longing to add to the accumulating collection of chilling emotions and thoughts in his mind.
Powerless. Inadequate. Useless. Fearful. Weak. Longing. Lonely. Cold.
A gleaming white light drew the crystalline figure from its reverie and it slowed to a stop a few hundred metres from the god of life summoning a giant spine like tower that shot into the ground before following through. Curious, Svie swept down and placed a hand on the ivory tower. Cold to the touch it comforted him, even more so when it pulsed with the life force injected into the core. Escre was definitely a friend when it came to creating anything in the future.
Yet now Svieand was stumped. How could he invoke a winter on the planet, let alone a cycle of seasons when there was no water or air? He withdrew into himself sat down facing the tower to think. However he only found a blizzard of confusion in his thoughts as he struggled to understand how he could leave his mark on the world this early in its development.
After stumbling around in the tumult of his helplessness he was disturbed by a constant noise that caused his thoughts to start to converge in a spiralling form and his vision became clear. As before in the orb he was creating cycles out of chaos. Then suddenly he was energised and opened his eyes to find and atmosphere giving providing such a feeling. The source of the noise also became apparent as he was chest deep in salty water, lapping repeatedly against the bone spire as the depth increased.
Standing, he smiled, and mental projected his thanks to the Woman of the Waters. He once again pictured the sight of the planet skewered by the tower at its very zenith and found himself transport to the newly formed moon in order to view Escre’s marker from which he can act. With a subtle tilt of his head the planet followed suit and tilted on its bony axis until the tower moved into twilight away from the sun. “Ha” Svieand could not help but blurt out. It had actually worked. From then on seasons would naturally occur as the planets rotation and orbit combined would result in differential insolation levels around the surface.
But first he would start with his gift. Winter. In a blink he was at the tower once more although now in darkness and stood on a seemingly bottomless ocean. He placed a hand to the surface and the waves froze in place. Fractals grew outward as he breathed an icy breath and the depth of ice descended and within minutes the area of ice was massive (OOC: 20million km2) with the tower at its centre. Svie breathed in the now chilled air and felt the rumbles and faults as the ice shifted, settled and broke at its outmost edges. In 6 months the same would happen on the opposite side of this rock he decided but he had a different plan there. For now he walked his ice flow in darkness alone with his anxiety but momentarily at peace through his accomplishment.
Then all was dark once more. But brighter than before. Svieand spun around on his axis and echoed the previous statements of “Wow” as he absorbed the view. Galaxies span in the distance whilst nearer there was a powerful sun and closer still a barren rock orbiting before him.
So this was what they had been intrusted with. Already the figure of Arguis had disappeared and a rumbling omitted from the surface of the, as yet unnamed, planet.
Svieand willed himself closer to the large lump of rock and slowed, eyes narrowing in suspicion at the molten layers beneath the dry crust. The natural heat source was not going to help. Neither was the glare from the sun that would ultimately make the rock habitable he presumed. He orbited the mass to gauge the possibilities, a naked torso of pure ice with a comet-like tail of frost from the waist down. He approved of this embodiments attractive physique and felt the first pang of loneliness and longing to add to the accumulating collection of chilling emotions and thoughts in his mind.
Powerless. Inadequate. Useless. Fearful. Weak. Longing. Lonely. Cold.
A gleaming white light drew the crystalline figure from its reverie and it slowed to a stop a few hundred metres from the god of life summoning a giant spine like tower that shot into the ground before following through. Curious, Svie swept down and placed a hand on the ivory tower. Cold to the touch it comforted him, even more so when it pulsed with the life force injected into the core. Escre was definitely a friend when it came to creating anything in the future.
Yet now Svieand was stumped. How could he invoke a winter on the planet, let alone a cycle of seasons when there was no water or air? He withdrew into himself sat down facing the tower to think. However he only found a blizzard of confusion in his thoughts as he struggled to understand how he could leave his mark on the world this early in its development.
After stumbling around in the tumult of his helplessness he was disturbed by a constant noise that caused his thoughts to start to converge in a spiralling form and his vision became clear. As before in the orb he was creating cycles out of chaos. Then suddenly he was energised and opened his eyes to find and atmosphere giving providing such a feeling. The source of the noise also became apparent as he was chest deep in salty water, lapping repeatedly against the bone spire as the depth increased.
Standing, he smiled, and mental projected his thanks to the Woman of the Waters. He once again pictured the sight of the planet skewered by the tower at its very zenith and found himself transport to the newly formed moon in order to view Escre’s marker from which he can act. With a subtle tilt of his head the planet followed suit and tilted on its bony axis until the tower moved into twilight away from the sun. “Ha” Svieand could not help but blurt out. It had actually worked. From then on seasons would naturally occur as the planets rotation and orbit combined would result in differential insolation levels around the surface.
But first he would start with his gift. Winter. In a blink he was at the tower once more although now in darkness and stood on a seemingly bottomless ocean. He placed a hand to the surface and the waves froze in place. Fractals grew outward as he breathed an icy breath and the depth of ice descended and within minutes the area of ice was massive (OOC: 20million km2) with the tower at its centre. Svie breathed in the now chilled air and felt the rumbles and faults as the ice shifted, settled and broke at its outmost edges. In 6 months the same would happen on the opposite side of this rock he decided but he had a different plan there. For now he walked his ice flow in darkness alone with his anxiety but momentarily at peace through his accomplishment.
<Snipped quote by Lugubrious>
I like Slate. I'd prefer not to use Lugus, since it's one with the exact same start as your name- seems a little unfair
Also, Mundi or Mundas are both Latin words for "world", I wouldn't mind either of those.
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Personally I cast my vote for "Novus" which means (in Latin, of course) "new or unused; young".
Novus for the win!
If not Novus, I vote for Slate. Both have almost identical meanings, but I like the sound of Novus better
First choice Mundi, Second Slate.
Writing my post now guys.
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