GubGarI just had a dwarf be sent out in the world if anyone wants to mess with him without Ferron stopping them. I don't have any plans for him, he is just there if someone messes with him. You can also interact with the village dwarfs, but Ferron is right there watching over them.
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Ferron
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The Lord of Metal sat within the temple, resting so that he may regain his strength. During which time, he began to contemplate his plans forward. He occupied his mind thinking of solutions to the various needs that he was currently providing with his presence. Most pressing of the concerns was defense, and the reason why he could not immediately proceed to fulfill the other needs of his colony in a permanent manner. To expend more power at this time would open him, and his children, up to attack, however he could rest within the village and provide for his dwarves in more temporary manner.
Among the other needs that he needed more permanent solutions were lightning, clothing, medicine, and lumber. Things that were plentiful on the surface, but much rarer beneath the earth. While he did not trust the other gods to collaborate on defense, he did consider asking the other gods to assist him on these smaller, yet still crucial, points.
While Ferron was lost pondering about how to proceed, the doors to the temple swung open. One of the smaller dwarves, Stag, rushed in panting, "Come, come quickly, Lord Ferron."
Ferron got up from his chair, asking, "What is the matter."
The small dwarf replied, "It is Cob. He is trying to break down the gate."
Ferron sighed, signalling for Stag to follow him, as he walked his way up the tunnel towards the entrance of the village. At the gate, Cob was trying to bring one of the hammers from the forge against the wall with no effect. A group of other dwarves surrounded him, each trying to convince him to stay. Once Ferron arrived, each of the dwarves surrounding him rushed up to him, shouting over each other. The god spoke softly, "Please, be silent for a moment. Now, Cob, what are you attempting to do."
And with that, the other dwarves were silent. Cob lowered his hammer to his side, and turned around, "Trying to escape. I don't wish to spend my entire life trapped within this cave."
Ferron replied, "You are aware that the outside world is dangerous. That I may not be able to protect you from the ferocious beasts or the scheming gods. That you may not find food or water, and perish as a result? That once you cross that threshold, you may become lost and never find your way back? "
Cob paused for a moment, and replied, "Yes, but you can't keep me here forever."
Ferron nodded, and with a simple hand gesture, the village gate opened. The other went to protest, but Ferron merely stated, "That gate is to protect you, not trap you." . Once Cob crossed over to the other side, another simple hand gesture caused the gate to close once again. The god returned to resting within his chair in the temple.
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The Lord of Metal sat within the temple, resting so that he may regain his strength. During which time, he began to contemplate his plans forward. He occupied his mind thinking of solutions to the various needs that he was currently providing with his presence. Most pressing of the concerns was defense, and the reason why he could not immediately proceed to fulfill the other needs of his colony in a permanent manner. To expend more power at this time would open him, and his children, up to attack, however he could rest within the village and provide for his dwarves in more temporary manner.
Among the other needs that he needed more permanent solutions were lightning, clothing, medicine, and lumber. Things that were plentiful on the surface, but much rarer beneath the earth. While he did not trust the other gods to collaborate on defense, he did consider asking the other gods to assist him on these smaller, yet still crucial, points.
While Ferron was lost pondering about how to proceed, the doors to the temple swung open. One of the smaller dwarves, Stag, rushed in panting, "Come, come quickly, Lord Ferron."
Ferron got up from his chair, asking, "What is the matter."
The small dwarf replied, "It is Cob. He is trying to break down the gate."
Ferron sighed, signalling for Stag to follow him, as he walked his way up the tunnel towards the entrance of the village. At the gate, Cob was trying to bring one of the hammers from the forge against the wall with no effect. A group of other dwarves surrounded him, each trying to convince him to stay. Once Ferron arrived, each of the dwarves surrounding him rushed up to him, shouting over each other. The god spoke softly, "Please, be silent for a moment. Now, Cob, what are you attempting to do."
And with that, the other dwarves were silent. Cob lowered his hammer to his side, and turned around, "Trying to escape. I don't wish to spend my entire life trapped within this cave."
Ferron replied, "You are aware that the outside world is dangerous. That I may not be able to protect you from the ferocious beasts or the scheming gods. That you may not find food or water, and perish as a result? That once you cross that threshold, you may become lost and never find your way back? "
Cob paused for a moment, and replied, "Yes, but you can't keep me here forever."
Ferron nodded, and with a simple hand gesture, the village gate opened. The other went to protest, but Ferron merely stated, "That gate is to protect you, not trap you." . Once Cob crossed over to the other side, another simple hand gesture caused the gate to close once again. The god returned to resting within his chair in the temple.
I still have more house-cleaning to do with the dwarves in order to make it so that they can go about their life when Ferron is away, but I wouldn't mind that Ferron won't get the first new domain.
How I have interpreted everything so far is that any god can theoretically take any action, but the cost to do so and the effectiveness are dependent on how close it matches up with the domain.
Ferron
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The sound of metal against metal echo'ed through the mountains. The towering figure was hammering a giant tungsten gate into the side of the mountain. Once he finished his task, he entered tunnel protected by the gate. It took some time going down the long, meandering tunnel that lead him deeper into the earth until it lead to a large cavernous room dotted by stone buildings. in the center of the cavern was a large metal temple, composed of silver.
Almost all the stone buildings were simple houses, however there was a building devoted to farming moss, and another that served as a forge. There was also a basin filled with clean water that was fed by a nearby aquifer. Once he was satisfied with the village he had constructed he moved into the temple. It was barren except for a single chair composed of platinum. Taking his seat, he then proceeded to channel his divine power into the act of creation.
Figures began to form nothing, and with a word, he spoke them into existence, "Dwarf". The beings were modeled after himself, and thus looked very human-like other than smaller statue standing between four to five feet tall. They are strongly imbued with the essence of metal. Their bones and teeth are composed almost entirely of iron.
After creating the dwarves, the figure collapsed in his chair. He had been drained by his many creations. There he spoke to his children, and told them about the world, and its gods. He told him that they while they were free to worship the other gods, that he will be their protector, and he warned his children about the fickle nature of the divine. He instructed how to farm the moss, and how to work the forge, and the other tasks that were needed to maintain the village. He told them about the core of the earth, and its mystery, and how they will claim it as their own, that it is the rightful claim of Ferron and his children. And then he rested, though even while he was regaining strength, he watched over his children vigilantly.
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The sound of metal against metal echo'ed through the mountains. The towering figure was hammering a giant tungsten gate into the side of the mountain. Once he finished his task, he entered tunnel protected by the gate. It took some time going down the long, meandering tunnel that lead him deeper into the earth until it lead to a large cavernous room dotted by stone buildings. in the center of the cavern was a large metal temple, composed of silver.
Almost all the stone buildings were simple houses, however there was a building devoted to farming moss, and another that served as a forge. There was also a basin filled with clean water that was fed by a nearby aquifer. Once he was satisfied with the village he had constructed he moved into the temple. It was barren except for a single chair composed of platinum. Taking his seat, he then proceeded to channel his divine power into the act of creation.
Figures began to form nothing, and with a word, he spoke them into existence, "Dwarf". The beings were modeled after himself, and thus looked very human-like other than smaller statue standing between four to five feet tall. They are strongly imbued with the essence of metal. Their bones and teeth are composed almost entirely of iron.
After creating the dwarves, the figure collapsed in his chair. He had been drained by his many creations. There he spoke to his children, and told them about the world, and its gods. He told him that they while they were free to worship the other gods, that he will be their protector, and he warned his children about the fickle nature of the divine. He instructed how to farm the moss, and how to work the forge, and the other tasks that were needed to maintain the village. He told them about the core of the earth, and its mystery, and how they will claim it as their own, that it is the rightful claim of Ferron and his children. And then he rested, though even while he was regaining strength, he watched over his children vigilantly.
I am not entirely sure what to do right now. I think the best thing for me that would put me in a better position to post moving forward is just going ahead and creating the dwarves in their own city. (Which I plan is just a big metal gate out front that leads into a cavern, some stone houses, a metal temple, a basin full of water, and a moss farm that Ferron set up for them.)
The reason I am doing it is this way is because I have some plans for the dwarves, and that he really can't do anything with humans in the current age.
The reason I am doing it is this way is because I have some plans for the dwarves, and that he really can't do anything with humans in the current age.
I have probably been refreshing faster than that. But I am always like that.
I don't plan on detailing Ferron's trip through Deep Castle every time. I am just doing it this one time to give you a scoop of the place. As for the metal he had created, it does not have any special properties other than it is lighter and stronger than steel, and it is blue. And I do realize that steel does not exist yet. For Ferron, the only kill is over kill.
Ferron
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A towering figure, shrouded by a dirty cloak, tapped at the ground with a metallic tool. The tool was simple in design, composed of silver, it was a long rod that forked out at the end at a ninety degree angle. The figure hummed, as he walked around the mountain, gently tapping the ground with the end of his tool.
He thought to himself, "This is a suitable location. It is slightly smaller than the other mountain I was considering, but that should not be much of an issue. The stone quality is higher, and it has a sizable and varied supply of ore. That other mountain was also tempting, but I feel as though it is to small for my purposes. Perhaps I can find another use for it still."
While he had faster means of reaching his home, he decided to simply walk back to in order to better survey the land. Though despite walking casually, he seemed to move much faster than he should reasonably be able to. While walking, he allowed himself to be absorbed back into his thoughts, "It seems like my projects will be more difficult than I originally imaged. I will need to account for my meddlesome siblings in my current and future plans. A number of them seem well-meaning, or at least not actively malicious, but they could still prove problematic. It is much easier to account for an attack by the enemy, rather than a betrayal of a supposed friend. But I also will sometimes need to work with them for mutually goals or I will quickly get nowhere. I will need to cautious in my interaction with them, but I also need to consider the effect that my projects will have on them. I would rather not accidentally provoke someone as much as I would rather not be provoked myself. I will need to contemplate this delicate situation further."
Eventually, he reached a small dirt hovel. It did not seem particularly noteworthy, but as he walked in, he waved his hand and a dirt wall collapsed, revealing a stone staircase. As he walked down the staircase, the dirt rose back from the ground reforming the wall. He entered a large cavernous room formed of carved stone, and walked past four large metallic statues, examining each one as he passed. He noted to himself that the bronze statue should be polished soon. At the end of room was a giant stone door, which the figure opened with ease.
As he entered through the doors, he entered a room composed of bronze, and he casually removed his cloak and gently placed it on a nearby rack, and placed his rod onto a table. The giant doors slowly closed behind him. He walked down the stairs deeper into his realm, the staircase below him seemingly shifting from bronze, to iron, to silver, to gold. As he walked through the gold room, he went into a large room housing a statue similiar to those in front of the stone door, except it was larger, and fancier. He took the time to examine this statue for possible defects, and once he was satisfied with its condition, he proceed towards a large tungsten door, which he moved through with similiar ease as to stone door.
He proceed to walk through the platinum layer, and down the final staircase, which was entirely composed of platinum until it met with the obsidian floor. He looked out and checked the sea of liquid metals that surrounded the obsidian island, even going so far as to reach into and physically inspect it. He would need to devote a later time to ensure the molten forge was in proper order.
He once again slipped into his thoughts, "If all goes to plan, I will soon have some assistants to help him maintain my domain. My siblings could not trusted to watch over this place. And humans, they show promise, but they are not ready to learn the secrets of metallurgy and are to entangled in the machinations of my siblings. However, preparation for that project are not fully complete, I need to focus at the project at hand."
He moved over to a vat, and looked inside of it. Within it was a blue, metallic liquid. He moved his hand to cuff some in his hands to feel its texture and to more closely examine it. He thought, "Yes, I believe this is complete. It has taken a great deal of time to manufacture, and a great deal of divine energy to create a relatively small amount, but I do believe this substance will be very useful in future endeavors. I must need to use it sparingly. I shall store it in the platinum layer for later use. I have designed it to be light-weight and strong. For now, I should not inform my siblings of this creation. There are several reasons why keep this a secret with benefit me, but chiefly, Iva is one of my more fickle siblings. Having some leverage over her may prove invaluable in the near future."
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A towering figure, shrouded by a dirty cloak, tapped at the ground with a metallic tool. The tool was simple in design, composed of silver, it was a long rod that forked out at the end at a ninety degree angle. The figure hummed, as he walked around the mountain, gently tapping the ground with the end of his tool.
He thought to himself, "This is a suitable location. It is slightly smaller than the other mountain I was considering, but that should not be much of an issue. The stone quality is higher, and it has a sizable and varied supply of ore. That other mountain was also tempting, but I feel as though it is to small for my purposes. Perhaps I can find another use for it still."
While he had faster means of reaching his home, he decided to simply walk back to in order to better survey the land. Though despite walking casually, he seemed to move much faster than he should reasonably be able to. While walking, he allowed himself to be absorbed back into his thoughts, "It seems like my projects will be more difficult than I originally imaged. I will need to account for my meddlesome siblings in my current and future plans. A number of them seem well-meaning, or at least not actively malicious, but they could still prove problematic. It is much easier to account for an attack by the enemy, rather than a betrayal of a supposed friend. But I also will sometimes need to work with them for mutually goals or I will quickly get nowhere. I will need to cautious in my interaction with them, but I also need to consider the effect that my projects will have on them. I would rather not accidentally provoke someone as much as I would rather not be provoked myself. I will need to contemplate this delicate situation further."
Eventually, he reached a small dirt hovel. It did not seem particularly noteworthy, but as he walked in, he waved his hand and a dirt wall collapsed, revealing a stone staircase. As he walked down the staircase, the dirt rose back from the ground reforming the wall. He entered a large cavernous room formed of carved stone, and walked past four large metallic statues, examining each one as he passed. He noted to himself that the bronze statue should be polished soon. At the end of room was a giant stone door, which the figure opened with ease.
As he entered through the doors, he entered a room composed of bronze, and he casually removed his cloak and gently placed it on a nearby rack, and placed his rod onto a table. The giant doors slowly closed behind him. He walked down the stairs deeper into his realm, the staircase below him seemingly shifting from bronze, to iron, to silver, to gold. As he walked through the gold room, he went into a large room housing a statue similiar to those in front of the stone door, except it was larger, and fancier. He took the time to examine this statue for possible defects, and once he was satisfied with its condition, he proceed towards a large tungsten door, which he moved through with similiar ease as to stone door.
He proceed to walk through the platinum layer, and down the final staircase, which was entirely composed of platinum until it met with the obsidian floor. He looked out and checked the sea of liquid metals that surrounded the obsidian island, even going so far as to reach into and physically inspect it. He would need to devote a later time to ensure the molten forge was in proper order.
He once again slipped into his thoughts, "If all goes to plan, I will soon have some assistants to help him maintain my domain. My siblings could not trusted to watch over this place. And humans, they show promise, but they are not ready to learn the secrets of metallurgy and are to entangled in the machinations of my siblings. However, preparation for that project are not fully complete, I need to focus at the project at hand."
He moved over to a vat, and looked inside of it. Within it was a blue, metallic liquid. He moved his hand to cuff some in his hands to feel its texture and to more closely examine it. He thought, "Yes, I believe this is complete. It has taken a great deal of time to manufacture, and a great deal of divine energy to create a relatively small amount, but I do believe this substance will be very useful in future endeavors. I must need to use it sparingly. I shall store it in the platinum layer for later use. I have designed it to be light-weight and strong. For now, I should not inform my siblings of this creation. There are several reasons why keep this a secret with benefit me, but chiefly, Iva is one of my more fickle siblings. Having some leverage over her may prove invaluable in the near future."
I am having trouble getting back into writing. I have been on haitus for awhile, and I am not entirely sure what I want Ferron to do.
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