To what capacity? In this thread everyone is welcome to make a deity that their characters may or may not worship. Have you played characters like that in the past? Do you want to add to our current pantheon of gods?
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This is not the IC for it. I mentioned that thread because I was hoping other roleplays and it could exist within the same universe according to the idea presented.
@ActRaiserTheReturned Hey cool to see more people interested. What part of the story that interests you the most and what are you interested in playing? sorry for the late reply. There's alot of stuff we discuss in skype oppose to here but I think it would be beneficial if we did updates and discussions here instead. Theres alot of locations and characters that have been used in the thread but not really listed on the interest check or the character tab. We'll have to fix that. If you have any questions in regards to any feel free to ask.
Sitting patiently on a gigantic pew meant for beings more than three times his size, Sinclair was focused, head down and hands clasped. Camouflaged among a group of worshiping Cizrans, he had no intention to pray himself. Before him was a dangerous tool of destruction that stood almost mockingly in his face as much as it did triumphantly. To Cizrans it was one of many great religious monuments they were unhesitant send their blessings to. They did so by allowing the pillars to drain their spiritual energy. Sinclair on the other hand had other use in mind as he began projecting his mind into the Konul.
The plethora of Cizran voices around him grew muffled by the seconds. All voices were reduced to ringing echoes before vanishing entirely and just like that he was alone.
Slowly, his eyes managed to open. There was nothing ahead of him but a faint dimness shrouded by a purple miasma that protruded everywhere within blackness. He treaded the fog until he came across a dim archway of light. Once entering he was now in the presence of his superior.
When he crossed the plane the word “Ichor” was spoken and echoed through the space but it was not merely a greeting for it was a name; Sinclair’s actual name.
“Ichor, stand tall and do away with that form. No need to masquerade before me” an elder Cizran spoke. He was enormous in size and though he was eyeless he hawked over awaiting action. Sinclair abided, though his facial expression displayed slight grievance. A visitor to this realm he was, so did as was asked.
The opening of an argus number of eyes and the formation of tiny obsidian like scales were the first to reveal itself. Dagger like appendages exploded from his elbows and spinal cord as his physique grew noticably burlier. Despite being very much humanoid esque, Sinclair could never be mistaken for a human under any logical circumstances. In this form it was clear that he was indeed a Gnosis, a race thought to have been wiped out by the Cizrans a little less than a century ago. Reasoning to why he was assimilated secretly into Cizran culture only Silexies could explain.
Leisurely, the gigantic upright scorpion with a complexion resembling that of keystone rose off his throne of Konul stones. Silexies stood about fifteen feet but with a narrow frame. The majority of his appendages deceptively folded across his plated chest beneath his robes. A braided cape of stingers dragged behind him like that of a king’s robe. As he began to speak they unraveled, expanding until they mimicked that of a peacocks train; Many of which curved outwards, floating around the vicinity of Sinclair who stood stone-faced. These were not to intimidate him, only to analyze the warden with greater detail as Sinclair knew.
“You’re are uncharacteristically uneasy, Ichor. I sense uncertainty. You were successful in your task, yet you stand before me as if you have ill news. Brief me on your qualms.”
Refusing to fold, Sinclair assured Silexies his curiosity would lead to disappointment. He truly believed what Eal spoke to him was pure nonsense. And of course, what reason did he give for him to believe him?
“The being I was sent to retrieve is incarcerated and that’s all I have to report.”
“Very well, you stubborn soul. You enjoy making things difficult” Silexies laughed. Despite his playful tone it was clear he was expressing satisfaction noticeably more than he should considering the insignificance of the task. Something about this news excited the elder but it was out of Sinclairs place to ask.
“Did you catch the name of the soul”
“No.”
“Straight to the point as usual” Silexies thought. Sinclair to him was the greatest asset within his possession. He was entirely loyal, yet Silexies knew what Sinclair wanted to do more than anything was to end his existence. He would never dare to cross him however. Call it arrogance or just plain ignorance but Sinclair was around simply because like many Cizrans the scorpion felt he was completely untouchable; and for the most part he was correct. Attempts to assassinate members of the high caste were seen as futile which is why the news of Potan Mul’s passing was such a spectacle. Even if successful there wasn’t much an act like that would do. The Galactic Empire of the Cizrans was too large, too organized and too powerful.
With this in mind, suddenly the elder Cizran’s playful demeanor could be seen as a mortifying reminder to the sole survivor of a race who once served the Cizran’s with honor. The only hope he had of other Gnosis survivors predicated off the fact that they cannot die from natural causes and even then, they would be wise to stay off the Cizran’s radar if they weren’t on the planet at the time it was impacted by Konul strike.
The entire genocide of a race weighed on the Gnosis known as Ichor who was almost too impatient. He abided, maintained and even helped improve Cizran society in hopes of one day finding a lead which would help him end it all but as Silexies knew, that day would never come…
All of Ichor’s eyes focused the elder, intensely awaiting another task he’d eventually have to carry out. His superior was unpredictable and he did not disappoint the warden today as Silexies began his perplexing rant instead of assigning a task.
“Science is often at war with itself. As I see it, the wiser are those with doubts. It’s ok to question it all when the one constant of this universe molds all other variables seemingly at random. What I’m speaking of is chaos of course. It is the true God and I am close to finding the item I desire that will allow me know all leading up to revelation. Then omniversal kismet will be of my knowledge and the Cizrans will bring order to the entire universe until the great end…
“…”
“I received a vision from God that assured me what would be granted to me. You don’t seem convinced. Let me show you only a small reason why you should always be uncertain in all.”
A bevy¬ of stringers whipped forward and began clawing into the air itself between the two. The faster they danced, the louder a noise resembling restless tapping on a thin sheet of metal became. After a few seconds it was clear a rift was forming within the dimension and before Sinclair one of Silexies extensions disappeared halfway into a fold in space. Violently a figure was ripped out before the rift closed and was dropped lopsidedly on the black mirrored floors.
Staggering much, the being rose to his feet. His groggy demeanor suggested he had been somehow sleeping. Slowly he turned to Silexies while yawning uncontrollably. Rubbing the back of his neck in response to his fall he brought his head upwards. When his eyes landed on the Cizran profanity casualty escaped his mouth.
“Fuck.”
It was an accurate abridged summary of his thoughts and it too was inline with what Sinclair was thinking as well for many reasons. The man with his back to him was none other than the prisoner he had recently banished, Eal.
Eal Sermonde had a way for finding undesirable situations. This was no exception. He turned to see Sinclair in his native form and to his surprise he immediately recognized him. “So that’s what you were hiding” he joked despite being in the situation he was in. Intuition told him this was no dream but he did not fear for his life either. What good would it serve them to torture him either? His sense of pain was near none though the Cizrans probably weren’t aware of that.
His deduction skills were not quite on par with his peer Merse but something told him attempting a two on one would not end well for him despite the elder Cizran’s age.
The space containing the three individuals was now home to an almost eerie silence and because of one reason. Silexies uncharacteristically stood bewildered. His expression didn’t say so but he wasn’t quick to speak. He was staggered at the fact that he couldn’t read the thoughts or even the intent of the man he ripped from his dimensional cell. The further he searched the deeper he felt he was drowning in an endless ocean. Someone or something deity like protected this being. Somewhat sidetracked, Silxies wanted to know and so he asked.
“Who shields you?”
It was a spectacle to Sinclair to see his superior stumped. Eal raised a brow; growing smart alecky the second he realized he had some sort of leverage.
“Ahhh, you tried to read my mind. That doesn’t really work on me because my mind is uhhh... how can I say this, like a key to somewhere else. You wouldn’t understand. It’s not like I chose it to be this way but it pretty handy. My spiritual landlord, Noire, doesn’t like unexpected visitors.”
What in the hell was he talking about? With that said however, Silexies deduced some sort of clue to what was going on but he still didn’t know enough. What space was powerful enough to independently exist within an opposing realm an individual like Silexies could manipulate? That was a serious question for another time. He had to focus his mind on his original task however considering he summoned Eal for another purpose entirely.
His most recent vision informed him of a valuable cartographer possibly nearing Cizran parts of space. Afterwards he conducted his research through the Cizran networks and it turns out a record of this individual existed. Considering Eals reputation of recklessness they were bound to meet. It came true but he wasn’t perhaps as ready for the encounter as he suspected.
“What is the meaning of this, Silexies” Sinclair shouted.
“You broke what you yourself identified as a cardinal sin very few Cizrans themselves are capable of.”
Mentally scoffing, Silexies quickly replied to his lash of anger. “I will not be punished in the eyes of god. It is justified. As for you, do not question me further as you are merely a decorated pawn.”
Sinclair’s anger regressed from external to internal. Any physical showings would further evoke the elder’s wrath. For now he’d remain an observer. This is not what he thought he’d be doing at this moment but he did find the situation amusing.
Silexies snapped back from examining Eal’s anomaly of a body. He was done trying to figure out his abnormal anatomy. He brought his large frame down into his throne once more before making his demand.
“Aldaraia...Eal. Bring it to me. A series of visions I had long ago lead me to believe the holy palimpsest had been discovered years ago. It should be floating around space, constantly lost but found again. Your knowledge of the galaxy and considering who you work for makes me think you already have a clue where it is or at least came across it.”
“Why do you even think I know what it is?”
“I am not wrong”
“He’s right” is what Eal Sermonde said in his head but denying only increased the chances he’d get thrown back into a dimensional cell which he honest had many second opinions about revisiting. He was absolutely right. More than Silexies could have realistically known.
“You’re not wrong” is what he’d say but he’d follow with words that would incite the elder Cizran’s rage.
“I recently had the book but I dumped the damn thing on a random planet on the way here… It is cursed. And more than me. That’s pretty hard to do. There’s something wrong with it, seriously. I carried it with me for a month straight and every place I visited turned into a shithole. I wanted to see if it was just me but since none of you folks mentioned it I guess everything is going fine and dandy in religion land. The worst part is I believe something fed of the chaos that brewed around me and was close to manifesting itself.”
“You tossed the holy document aside as mere rubbish…You…will… fix this.”
“I have enough problems as it is though. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with what it was going to whip out next but I suppose it hasn’t moved far from where I left it. I have a hunch things aren’t going too well there.”
Silexies was far from satisfied with Eal’s actions but he did give him the information he desired. The book was within his reach. Now was the time to act.
“Where is this planet exactly?”
“Some place where these gigantic bugs, train for war all day. I don’t remember the name but I can supply coordinates” Eal replied.
“Good. Go get it.”
“Huh? I thought I was a prisoner or something.”
“Well I didn’t say you’d go unaccompanied.”
In that moment Sinclair realized he had been thrown into becoming this detestable human’s transporter. He gave a sigh and once he opened his eyes it was clear he was no longer within the realm that housed Silexies. It was night; all of the worshiping Cizrans were gone. He looked at the far end of the pew to see Eal shrugging. Back to his surrogate appearance, Sinclairs professional demeanor returned as well.
“Put on these cuffs.”
The plethora of Cizran voices around him grew muffled by the seconds. All voices were reduced to ringing echoes before vanishing entirely and just like that he was alone.
Slowly, his eyes managed to open. There was nothing ahead of him but a faint dimness shrouded by a purple miasma that protruded everywhere within blackness. He treaded the fog until he came across a dim archway of light. Once entering he was now in the presence of his superior.
When he crossed the plane the word “Ichor” was spoken and echoed through the space but it was not merely a greeting for it was a name; Sinclair’s actual name.
“Ichor, stand tall and do away with that form. No need to masquerade before me” an elder Cizran spoke. He was enormous in size and though he was eyeless he hawked over awaiting action. Sinclair abided, though his facial expression displayed slight grievance. A visitor to this realm he was, so did as was asked.
The opening of an argus number of eyes and the formation of tiny obsidian like scales were the first to reveal itself. Dagger like appendages exploded from his elbows and spinal cord as his physique grew noticably burlier. Despite being very much humanoid esque, Sinclair could never be mistaken for a human under any logical circumstances. In this form it was clear that he was indeed a Gnosis, a race thought to have been wiped out by the Cizrans a little less than a century ago. Reasoning to why he was assimilated secretly into Cizran culture only Silexies could explain.
Leisurely, the gigantic upright scorpion with a complexion resembling that of keystone rose off his throne of Konul stones. Silexies stood about fifteen feet but with a narrow frame. The majority of his appendages deceptively folded across his plated chest beneath his robes. A braided cape of stingers dragged behind him like that of a king’s robe. As he began to speak they unraveled, expanding until they mimicked that of a peacocks train; Many of which curved outwards, floating around the vicinity of Sinclair who stood stone-faced. These were not to intimidate him, only to analyze the warden with greater detail as Sinclair knew.
“You’re are uncharacteristically uneasy, Ichor. I sense uncertainty. You were successful in your task, yet you stand before me as if you have ill news. Brief me on your qualms.”
Refusing to fold, Sinclair assured Silexies his curiosity would lead to disappointment. He truly believed what Eal spoke to him was pure nonsense. And of course, what reason did he give for him to believe him?
“The being I was sent to retrieve is incarcerated and that’s all I have to report.”
“Very well, you stubborn soul. You enjoy making things difficult” Silexies laughed. Despite his playful tone it was clear he was expressing satisfaction noticeably more than he should considering the insignificance of the task. Something about this news excited the elder but it was out of Sinclairs place to ask.
“Did you catch the name of the soul”
“No.”
“Straight to the point as usual” Silexies thought. Sinclair to him was the greatest asset within his possession. He was entirely loyal, yet Silexies knew what Sinclair wanted to do more than anything was to end his existence. He would never dare to cross him however. Call it arrogance or just plain ignorance but Sinclair was around simply because like many Cizrans the scorpion felt he was completely untouchable; and for the most part he was correct. Attempts to assassinate members of the high caste were seen as futile which is why the news of Potan Mul’s passing was such a spectacle. Even if successful there wasn’t much an act like that would do. The Galactic Empire of the Cizrans was too large, too organized and too powerful.
With this in mind, suddenly the elder Cizran’s playful demeanor could be seen as a mortifying reminder to the sole survivor of a race who once served the Cizran’s with honor. The only hope he had of other Gnosis survivors predicated off the fact that they cannot die from natural causes and even then, they would be wise to stay off the Cizran’s radar if they weren’t on the planet at the time it was impacted by Konul strike.
The entire genocide of a race weighed on the Gnosis known as Ichor who was almost too impatient. He abided, maintained and even helped improve Cizran society in hopes of one day finding a lead which would help him end it all but as Silexies knew, that day would never come…
All of Ichor’s eyes focused the elder, intensely awaiting another task he’d eventually have to carry out. His superior was unpredictable and he did not disappoint the warden today as Silexies began his perplexing rant instead of assigning a task.
“Science is often at war with itself. As I see it, the wiser are those with doubts. It’s ok to question it all when the one constant of this universe molds all other variables seemingly at random. What I’m speaking of is chaos of course. It is the true God and I am close to finding the item I desire that will allow me know all leading up to revelation. Then omniversal kismet will be of my knowledge and the Cizrans will bring order to the entire universe until the great end…
“…”
“I received a vision from God that assured me what would be granted to me. You don’t seem convinced. Let me show you only a small reason why you should always be uncertain in all.”
A bevy¬ of stringers whipped forward and began clawing into the air itself between the two. The faster they danced, the louder a noise resembling restless tapping on a thin sheet of metal became. After a few seconds it was clear a rift was forming within the dimension and before Sinclair one of Silexies extensions disappeared halfway into a fold in space. Violently a figure was ripped out before the rift closed and was dropped lopsidedly on the black mirrored floors.
Staggering much, the being rose to his feet. His groggy demeanor suggested he had been somehow sleeping. Slowly he turned to Silexies while yawning uncontrollably. Rubbing the back of his neck in response to his fall he brought his head upwards. When his eyes landed on the Cizran profanity casualty escaped his mouth.
“Fuck.”
It was an accurate abridged summary of his thoughts and it too was inline with what Sinclair was thinking as well for many reasons. The man with his back to him was none other than the prisoner he had recently banished, Eal.
Eal Sermonde had a way for finding undesirable situations. This was no exception. He turned to see Sinclair in his native form and to his surprise he immediately recognized him. “So that’s what you were hiding” he joked despite being in the situation he was in. Intuition told him this was no dream but he did not fear for his life either. What good would it serve them to torture him either? His sense of pain was near none though the Cizrans probably weren’t aware of that.
His deduction skills were not quite on par with his peer Merse but something told him attempting a two on one would not end well for him despite the elder Cizran’s age.
The space containing the three individuals was now home to an almost eerie silence and because of one reason. Silexies uncharacteristically stood bewildered. His expression didn’t say so but he wasn’t quick to speak. He was staggered at the fact that he couldn’t read the thoughts or even the intent of the man he ripped from his dimensional cell. The further he searched the deeper he felt he was drowning in an endless ocean. Someone or something deity like protected this being. Somewhat sidetracked, Silxies wanted to know and so he asked.
“Who shields you?”
It was a spectacle to Sinclair to see his superior stumped. Eal raised a brow; growing smart alecky the second he realized he had some sort of leverage.
“Ahhh, you tried to read my mind. That doesn’t really work on me because my mind is uhhh... how can I say this, like a key to somewhere else. You wouldn’t understand. It’s not like I chose it to be this way but it pretty handy. My spiritual landlord, Noire, doesn’t like unexpected visitors.”
What in the hell was he talking about? With that said however, Silexies deduced some sort of clue to what was going on but he still didn’t know enough. What space was powerful enough to independently exist within an opposing realm an individual like Silexies could manipulate? That was a serious question for another time. He had to focus his mind on his original task however considering he summoned Eal for another purpose entirely.
His most recent vision informed him of a valuable cartographer possibly nearing Cizran parts of space. Afterwards he conducted his research through the Cizran networks and it turns out a record of this individual existed. Considering Eals reputation of recklessness they were bound to meet. It came true but he wasn’t perhaps as ready for the encounter as he suspected.
“What is the meaning of this, Silexies” Sinclair shouted.
“You broke what you yourself identified as a cardinal sin very few Cizrans themselves are capable of.”
Mentally scoffing, Silexies quickly replied to his lash of anger. “I will not be punished in the eyes of god. It is justified. As for you, do not question me further as you are merely a decorated pawn.”
Sinclair’s anger regressed from external to internal. Any physical showings would further evoke the elder’s wrath. For now he’d remain an observer. This is not what he thought he’d be doing at this moment but he did find the situation amusing.
Silexies snapped back from examining Eal’s anomaly of a body. He was done trying to figure out his abnormal anatomy. He brought his large frame down into his throne once more before making his demand.
“Aldaraia...Eal. Bring it to me. A series of visions I had long ago lead me to believe the holy palimpsest had been discovered years ago. It should be floating around space, constantly lost but found again. Your knowledge of the galaxy and considering who you work for makes me think you already have a clue where it is or at least came across it.”
“Why do you even think I know what it is?”
“I am not wrong”
“He’s right” is what Eal Sermonde said in his head but denying only increased the chances he’d get thrown back into a dimensional cell which he honest had many second opinions about revisiting. He was absolutely right. More than Silexies could have realistically known.
“You’re not wrong” is what he’d say but he’d follow with words that would incite the elder Cizran’s rage.
“I recently had the book but I dumped the damn thing on a random planet on the way here… It is cursed. And more than me. That’s pretty hard to do. There’s something wrong with it, seriously. I carried it with me for a month straight and every place I visited turned into a shithole. I wanted to see if it was just me but since none of you folks mentioned it I guess everything is going fine and dandy in religion land. The worst part is I believe something fed of the chaos that brewed around me and was close to manifesting itself.”
“You tossed the holy document aside as mere rubbish…You…will… fix this.”
“I have enough problems as it is though. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with what it was going to whip out next but I suppose it hasn’t moved far from where I left it. I have a hunch things aren’t going too well there.”
Silexies was far from satisfied with Eal’s actions but he did give him the information he desired. The book was within his reach. Now was the time to act.
“Where is this planet exactly?”
“Some place where these gigantic bugs, train for war all day. I don’t remember the name but I can supply coordinates” Eal replied.
“Good. Go get it.”
“Huh? I thought I was a prisoner or something.”
“Well I didn’t say you’d go unaccompanied.”
In that moment Sinclair realized he had been thrown into becoming this detestable human’s transporter. He gave a sigh and once he opened his eyes it was clear he was no longer within the realm that housed Silexies. It was night; all of the worshiping Cizrans were gone. He looked at the far end of the pew to see Eal shrugging. Back to his surrogate appearance, Sinclairs professional demeanor returned as well.
“Put on these cuffs.”
Is this happening?
I hope. Like I stated before our part of the multiverse is already established and me and a couple of friends are roleplaying in what the model considers phase 3 right now. We have multiple planets and races and things are getting crazy. It's not hard to link multiverses despite us kind of being ahead. All you have to say is that a thread takes place in another part of the universe and bam continuity.
The thread I'm referring to is this by the way
roleplayerguild.com/topics/125218-no-g..
We kind of should list more about the ridiculous amount of characters in it in the character section but we have alot about the locations and some races in the interest check that can be found on the first post on ooc.
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The Violent beginnings
Hellseeds spawn in clusters. To ensure survival it is crucial to extinguish each outbreak before a horde is established. Kirri knew not what he was up against but his actions gave hint to a history of combat experience. He intended to deal with them early. This was wise but there was a heavy chance his efforts would be in vain.
A dark scarlet aura consumed the skeletons as they continued to grow exponentially. Kirri exploded towards his hellish adversaries within sand but became ensnared by the field of muscle and root esque tendrils that protruded forward from the collective. Their drilling extensions were relatively unhindered and powered through. The Killimaran warrior was found through the intense levels of energy Kirri proudly leaked out. The natural heat he exerted grew sweet to them and so he became their prime target though another was present.
It then became a power struggle of the creature against creatures and surprisingly the Killimaran faired well. He demonstrated great strength by still being very much capable of moving but the longer he remained wrapped around his limbs the less he could resist. Kirri would not have the capability of getting near them as their strength was without a doubt increasing.
Despite how dangerous the situation looked, someone apparently wanted in on the action. Descending at a violent pace, the warrior made it as easy as possible to notice his arrival. When the haughty sword-wielder first dispatched into Killimara’s atmosphere at absurd speeds he foolishly alerted any and every possible thing that could be of threat to him. The first was the drifting orb in space.
That orb was Panident and currently his body reflected the entire surface of the planet he was facing. Through the image he focused his attention to follow the descending man to the point of impact with crystal clear clarity. Lysander proved not to be the anomaly he was searching for but still he remained tuned into the altercation for the time being.
The leftwards skeleton eerily turned upwards as the swordsman pierced Killimara’s sky. The largest acted upon its vision of its peer showing an impressive act of unity to set forward a counter with no external showcase of communication. With time to prepare the lessening of the blow was not much of a feat.
A thundering shot was administered to the dome of the largest monstrosity by the bombarding warrior’s foot but the natural reaction that was an energy veiled headbutt equalized the blow and then some. The concussive blast created when these forces met blew away the sand down to the Hellseeds rooted ankles. This consequentially revealed Kirri as well. Despite coating its dome in a shell of its arcane energies a river of cracks spilled down the skull of the largest Hellseed probably much to the warrior's delight.
The fighter for a brief moment did have something to be pompous over but he wouldn’t have much time to think about it before he was humbly launched by the same headbutt and into the raging Kirri with enough force to break his bones if they collided. Every second that passed the proof of the battle scar he inflicted vanished. Its active osteokinesis reconstructed its wounds well past new. Probably in shock, Lysander immediately had to deal with the large Killimaran struggling with the tendrils who out of rage was prone to attacking anything.
The Hellseeds beside the apparent alpha began their menacing trudge forward planning to literally pick its two opposers apart. Meanwhile, a slew of much smaller skeletons began sprouting up within the remnants of the destroyed forest. They began the same pursuit of power as their peers in an army forming right on Kirris watch. The first chapter of the invasion was underway.
Currently, Killimarans had no idea what was taking place. They were too busy up and at arms over this impending civil war fueled by their hatred of one another. These fiery emotions where much out of their control considering their warrior nature and when amplified by an external force things were bound to become explosive. So explosive that already a group of about fifty Killimari took it upon themselves to begin the ambush a small set of migrating Killimaros within the northern forests bordering male territory. They ambushed group after group exterminating many of the opposite gender with no goal in site.
The battles did not last long. Despite being at a numbers advantage, something within these female warriors was remarkably different. Their whole demeanor was off and the way they went about was more barbaric in nature than what was even known to their race. Turns out this had been going on for days. Rotting corpses were found littered throughout, mutilated, hung and even sodomized with weaponry until they were skewered through the mouth in what could only be taken as a cry for war. This tribe had even become cannibalistic. The leader of the female militia was heavily demented but her followers never faltered and remained steadfast behind her. She was the prime example of what could become of those infected with Kaan’s lease of hatred. The once diamond like gem inscribed within her chest was now black and her heart was cold. There was no turning back…
Hellseeds spawn in clusters. To ensure survival it is crucial to extinguish each outbreak before a horde is established. Kirri knew not what he was up against but his actions gave hint to a history of combat experience. He intended to deal with them early. This was wise but there was a heavy chance his efforts would be in vain.
A dark scarlet aura consumed the skeletons as they continued to grow exponentially. Kirri exploded towards his hellish adversaries within sand but became ensnared by the field of muscle and root esque tendrils that protruded forward from the collective. Their drilling extensions were relatively unhindered and powered through. The Killimaran warrior was found through the intense levels of energy Kirri proudly leaked out. The natural heat he exerted grew sweet to them and so he became their prime target though another was present.
It then became a power struggle of the creature against creatures and surprisingly the Killimaran faired well. He demonstrated great strength by still being very much capable of moving but the longer he remained wrapped around his limbs the less he could resist. Kirri would not have the capability of getting near them as their strength was without a doubt increasing.
Despite how dangerous the situation looked, someone apparently wanted in on the action. Descending at a violent pace, the warrior made it as easy as possible to notice his arrival. When the haughty sword-wielder first dispatched into Killimara’s atmosphere at absurd speeds he foolishly alerted any and every possible thing that could be of threat to him. The first was the drifting orb in space.
That orb was Panident and currently his body reflected the entire surface of the planet he was facing. Through the image he focused his attention to follow the descending man to the point of impact with crystal clear clarity. Lysander proved not to be the anomaly he was searching for but still he remained tuned into the altercation for the time being.
The leftwards skeleton eerily turned upwards as the swordsman pierced Killimara’s sky. The largest acted upon its vision of its peer showing an impressive act of unity to set forward a counter with no external showcase of communication. With time to prepare the lessening of the blow was not much of a feat.
A thundering shot was administered to the dome of the largest monstrosity by the bombarding warrior’s foot but the natural reaction that was an energy veiled headbutt equalized the blow and then some. The concussive blast created when these forces met blew away the sand down to the Hellseeds rooted ankles. This consequentially revealed Kirri as well. Despite coating its dome in a shell of its arcane energies a river of cracks spilled down the skull of the largest Hellseed probably much to the warrior's delight.
The fighter for a brief moment did have something to be pompous over but he wouldn’t have much time to think about it before he was humbly launched by the same headbutt and into the raging Kirri with enough force to break his bones if they collided. Every second that passed the proof of the battle scar he inflicted vanished. Its active osteokinesis reconstructed its wounds well past new. Probably in shock, Lysander immediately had to deal with the large Killimaran struggling with the tendrils who out of rage was prone to attacking anything.
The Hellseeds beside the apparent alpha began their menacing trudge forward planning to literally pick its two opposers apart. Meanwhile, a slew of much smaller skeletons began sprouting up within the remnants of the destroyed forest. They began the same pursuit of power as their peers in an army forming right on Kirris watch. The first chapter of the invasion was underway.
Currently, Killimarans had no idea what was taking place. They were too busy up and at arms over this impending civil war fueled by their hatred of one another. These fiery emotions where much out of their control considering their warrior nature and when amplified by an external force things were bound to become explosive. So explosive that already a group of about fifty Killimari took it upon themselves to begin the ambush a small set of migrating Killimaros within the northern forests bordering male territory. They ambushed group after group exterminating many of the opposite gender with no goal in site.
The battles did not last long. Despite being at a numbers advantage, something within these female warriors was remarkably different. Their whole demeanor was off and the way they went about was more barbaric in nature than what was even known to their race. Turns out this had been going on for days. Rotting corpses were found littered throughout, mutilated, hung and even sodomized with weaponry until they were skewered through the mouth in what could only be taken as a cry for war. This tribe had even become cannibalistic. The leader of the female militia was heavily demented but her followers never faltered and remained steadfast behind her. She was the prime example of what could become of those infected with Kaan’s lease of hatred. The once diamond like gem inscribed within her chest was now black and her heart was cold. There was no turning back…
Myself and a couple of friends are already roleplaying within a universe we already kicked off on this site and it's pretty compatible to what you are suggesting as we come from a background of multiverse rp. When you establish your own planets/characters etc we'll most likely be open to collaboration later but as of now we're at our preferred limit of 6 persons per thread.
Just wanted to introduce myself
Just wanted to introduce myself
Has anyone considered doing a more structured, we'll call it, style of multiverse. Lemme preface by saying I'm not savvy to the current going on of the Arena.
What I mean by a structured style is instead of, 'Hey, this is the overall story, go in and have at it.' It would be something like, "This is the world, in this thread the story is -insert story- and each character would play a role. for instance. One group would be trying to retrieve a mystical artifact from a ruined temple, while the other side is either attempting to do the same. Or trying to defend it.' story over. Thread ends.
The main problem I've seen with our versions is that they tend to be open ended, no apparent end game, so they just taper off. People are able to create their own stories, and hope that someone comes along and competes with them.
In my suggestion, the stories are provided, rules are set by the GM(either an overall one or the thread creator), and the story progresses. Results get posted in a large timeline, so it's easily followable.
This is just the gist, as I am currently on a small break at work.
I may be late and im new(sort of) but I might have something to say. The establishment of an easy flowing multiverse within a combat driven realm is not easy. As much as I hate to say it the only way to make one as truly organized as you desire is to be somewhat strict on how threads are governed. This is just my opinion but here's what I mean about that.
We all want a universe where the actions of our characters have some sort of canonical impact across a multitude of threads within one large collective story. In order to do that there has to be a group of people who govern what can and does happen to a degree within the multiverse. That may sound bad and restricting but I don't mean in such a way that you tell other people what they can and cannot roleplay about. What im saying is that there has to be judgement process that enforces the rules of the realm to maintain canonical order. The people in charge cannot be biased but sometimes you will see the conclusion of a thread decided by a panel of outside GM's for the entire multiverse overall.
For example say there was an established hubworld that existed in the center of our mutliverse. If someone created a thread stating that they outright showed up and nuked the place into nothingness with a gamma ray blast that would obviously be outlawed and wouldn't be considered canon within the multiverse.
But if that same person had the idea to steal something or destroy a certain part of the hub world that creates openings for new storylines the right could be granted and attempts to complete his goal and for others to stop it could be roleplayed out. The events that take place within the thread would then be reviewed and judged and the "winner" can be decided. Depending on who win's via judgement via a consideration of logic, action clarity and writing would shape the fate of the location where the event is taking place.
I agree with the idea that a timeline of events should be listed somewhere but also what should be listed are known locations and factions that exist within them in multiverse. These locations and factions should also be submitted. Character submissions should be up to the roleplayers in the thread they are for like its always been.
Let me be clear. It would be 100% ok to roleplay in a location that's not listed within the overall multiverse index but large-scale conflicts are more successful when all information is presented clearly and details aren't randomly added within the thread. For instance, say if a few roleplayers from a faction wanted to pursue war with another faction and they agreed. All potential major locations, Characters, NPCs and large scale assets like ships would have to be submitted and reviewed by the GM's of the multiverse to make sure there is enough details and no game breaking elements to assure the success of the roleplay.
In addition threads should be labeled in a Scale and characters should be labled somewhat in tiers. Thread Scales are in reference to how many characters are meant to exist but this can be broken of course at the whim of the threads personal GM but it helps with organization.
Scale 1 = Solo or 2
Scale 2 = 2 to 6
Scale 3 = 7 or more
Thread tiers are a reference to power scales with 1 being low 2 being mid and 3 being high
Any character(regular or npc) that is considered high tier or above I would recommend to get a reviewed by the gms of the overall multiverse in a character submission thread before being allowed within a roleplay. I enjoy to use high tier characters but for the extent of storyline purposes in most cases. Some people do not. This helps lower the chance they get blind sighted by a character that is too high on the power scale.
I've seen similar systems as this work with larger communities in the past but I will say that it takes a devoted team of GM's of the overall multiverse to keep things in order. Responsibilities as GM's of the overall multiverse can be shifted and assigned as devoted partakers show that they have an understanding of the system and want to maintain and improve it.
Currently, I am within a nation roleplay with a group of friends that honestly fits more into a multiverse setting as that is exactly what we are trying to establish. It's just been hard to find where exactly we should put it and to integrate ourselves into the existing multiverse already on this site.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/125218-no-g..
In our interest check for this thread(Can be found via a link on our ooc page) we have descriptions for our small multiverses locations(planets, locations, assets) that we kick started within the thread a few months ago. We do most of our talking via skype, discord etc but we may be willing to combine our multiverse with the existing one or whatever you guys are trying to make in hopes of building something greater here.That is if one was to come into form. We can fight but are more interested in developing the roots of an overarching universe which multiple types of groups and civilizations can exist.
Is this tournament magic or smth?
Not even two weeks, and it's already brought in a bunch of newcomers and off-site fighters that i never knew were here. It's a good thing, but surprising at the same time.
One of RPG's natives should get in and represent too; it'd be a pity to have this event drift by the marrow of our community. Doc's hosting, and Divinity - he's been here for a while, but i dare say he's still deeper rooted in other places. :P
Oh there are alot of us... ;)
Many of us lurk looking for perhaps the right opportunity to integrate ourselves within the community.
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The lore of this is kind of growing exponentially in only a few posts.
The lore of this is kind of growing exponentially in only a few posts.
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