Lord Zee

GODSPEED: A game about deities, stories, creation, and the hybrid lovechild of Advanced and Free

@Antarctic Termite Yeah I might change it to that. Makes a lot more sense IMO. And yeah, the future is brimming with possibilities, that's for sure!

GODSPEED: A game about deities, stories, creation, and the hybrid lovechild of Advanced and Free

Here we are. Feedback/critique is very much welcomed. Might still add a bit more tomorrow, but the core is here.

Larwen

Larwen

"The Corrupter"

Dᴏᴍᴀɪɴ & Pᴏʀᴛꜰᴏʟɪᴏ

Perfection (Corruption)

Corruption, the great cure for the universe. It exists in all things, no matter how insignificant it may seem at the time. It allows him to take something, an animal, a plant, even a sentient being who is without perfection, and alter them in a way that goes against their intended purpose in life. Usually bastardizations of what they once were, becoming hostile and deadly to unaltered life. Take for example a forest. Where once it would be full of life and greenery, where Larwen walks it would warp and die. The forest would become hostile, and radiate a corrupting influence on those that walked within, and it would be home to twisted creatures. His perversion of what others would deem perfect, natural- would simply become perfected to him, by his own hand.

Such corruption also works more subtlety in the hearts and minds of those it touches. Sweet whispers of power and control, to be greater then what you are, twisting and influencing perceptions until you can no longer recognize what you once were. Angels become demons, men become monsters, and life reaches its full potential. All of this serves Larwen's misguided sense of perfection. For all of creation must be corrupted for it to serve him, it is the only way.

Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ

Chaotic Evil

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

Larwen is a being with great passion. He sees everything, and everyone as corruptible as he, if not even more so. He is extremely hedonistic, going so far as to actively pursue his desires without care of consequence. He craves perfection, his twisted cure from the natural order of the universe, and would love nothing more then to shape it to his will. Larwen does not view his actions as evil, but a pureness that invites all beings into his hold. He views himself as a gift giver, regardless of whether those gifts are malevolent. He truly believes that without his help, nothing can reach its full potential.

He views imperfect creations with abhorrence, and cares little for them in their unaltered states. Larwen sees all life as fallible. Weak. He preys upon the lesser, warping their minds with purpose and seeding their hearts with corruption. As such, he views mortal life as blank molds. They are nothing without his touch, until perfected in his own image. On the rare occasion that he ever found something incorruptible, he would remove it from existence. For if you cannot take his gifts, cannot be altered to fit, then what purpose do you have in a universe of clay?

Larwen believes that his fellow gods are misguided, without the proper purpose or perfection that he desires. He pities them for what they cannot be, but would love nothing more then to alter them as well. Any and all of their subjects, their creations, their people, all are within his grasp. If he cannot corrupt his siblings, then he will corrupt what they love, and perfect them to his own desires. He can rarely be reasoned with, and always asks for something in return for bargains or deals.

Gᴏᴀʟs

His goals are simple ones. The corruption of all life to fit his sense of perfection. To become new, to have a purpose beyond restraint, all must be consumed, altered. All is touchable to him, it must be, for if it is not, then it is already perfect. The imperfect must be perfected to fit into his warped reality. Larwen will do what he must to corrupt life in all of its forms, without hesitation, nor remorse.

Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

Larwen is a tall twelve foot, spindly creature. His arms are long, and his hands are nimble things. Calloused and worn, they are that of a sculptor, a bread maker, smith and painter. His horns are his symbol, his mark upon reality. They are that of a crown, molded to fit that of a God. His form is the pinnacle of what he views as perfection, but the process of alteration is ever ongoing. But for now, he doesn't have any more appearances or forms.

Mᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ

Annihilation - Moderat

GODSPEED: A game about deities, stories, creation, and the hybrid lovechild of Advanced and Free

@Antarctic Termite Oh yeah I know. When I said I started earlier I really meant I finished already. XD

GODSPEED: A game about deities, stories, creation, and the hybrid lovechild of Advanced and Free

Hyped for this, already started on a god based on corruption and an emphasis on alteration. XD

GODSPEED: A game about deities, stories, creation, and the hybrid lovechild of Advanced and Free

Very Interested.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

@Rithy Now that would not be surprising.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

@jdh97

Might just do that. I also realized that they haven't even replied since we left the capitol so maybe they didn't even come?

@Rithy

Yeah I know, that's why I gave up on Sola. IMO, if you don't have the time/motivation to stay, then why bother even making a character? Happens too much on this site XD. And yes, I am a guilty of the same crime so I also understand why it happens. I try to at least say I'm backing out tho, like some have done, instead of completely disappearing. I guess it's just nature in this hobby.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

Battle

As the wolf charged, and his party took to their orders, Val steadied himself. That scream was all too familiar to him, and as it barreled for him he could not shake the memory that came with it. It had been the first time he had crossed the border into Scorned territory...

There had been three Templar's that night, Jok, Aliyah and himself, tasked with reconnaissance deep behind enemy territory. They had set up camp in a village on a cold night, Val had used his pyromancy skills to light a small fire in the fireplace of a house. To mask their presence, they shut all windows and kept a watch on the door for any sign of the enemy. It had been Val's watch, fighting sleep and cold with little more then a blanket and freezing water. The same scream broke through that silent night, like a tear in a fine fabric. It made his adrenaline pump, there was a child in danger. Now, Templar code would go against this, the saving of an innocent but Jok thought differently. Not all Templar's were like Val, some had hearts but Val quickly learned there was no longer a place for such a thing.

Jok of course left, followed by Aliyah and then himself. They argued over the merits of a saving a child, and how it was against protocol but Jok would not have it, and Aliyah eventually agreed that it was worth checking out. Grudgingly Val went along, he still didn't understand what prompted Jok to go against orders but in the end it no longer mattered. They had found the "child", a wolf infected with the scorned and as it screamed, Val felt a horrible terror overtake his body. It was an abomination with a child's scream, a child's scream! As it charged them he panicked and fumbled with his sword, dropping it on the hard ground. The wolf had been nearly on him when Jok stepped in front of him, spearing the thing with his own sword through its chest, but the creature snapped at his throat in return. With his jugular slashed, Jok died painfully and before Val could compute what had happened, in the distance more screams could be heard.

Aliyah's shouting finally brought him back to his senses, and with the fear of being overwhelmed, they had to leave Jok's body behind. With little time to think, they raced back to the village. All the while he could hear the other wolves getting closer, with branches breaking and deep growling heralding their frightful steps. Once at the village, they got the horses and made a beeline for friendly territory. Their mission was a failure, their cover blown and wolves at their feet they had but little choice to retreat. They should have stopped, they should have fought, but such fear the wolves drew from him that he only wanted to flee. It was against everything he knew as a Templar, fleeing from the situation but he couldn't stop himself. It only drove him further when Aliyah shouted, and when Val looked back the Wolves were after them still and steadily gaining.

He got his horse to leg it even further, but Aliyah's horse wasn't so lucky. The last thing he saw was the horse buckling, he knew not why, and then came her screams. They faded as the horse kept on running, and the eery silence of the night took hold once more. Needless to say he delivered his report, and then punished severally for his failure, and then for Jok and Aliyah's failure. He still hated himself for fumbling with that sword.

Back in the present, his hold on Sanctity was firm but he did not have to wait for the wolf to meet them. The creature was obliterated, as well as the forest in front of them, by the Fae's magic. He had severally underestimated how powerful that attack would be, and was slightly taken aback at how destructive it was.

He looked at Zina from where she now was on the ground, "You certainly 'got it'. He said sarcastically, before continuing in a normal tone, "More will be coming, and it'd be useless to try and outrun them on horse. They've caught us before. From what we've gathered, their scouts in a sense- usually run in packs of five to eight. Discouraging that they are this far into the interior so soon. Kill them without remorse, they deserve nothing less."

And from the forest came the distinctive sounds of large animals running, with the breaking of sticks and as they got closer, their growls. True to his word, six wolves erupted from the trees and charged them. Two wolves were brown, another silver and the reaming three were hairless beasts. All were twisted with the disease of the scorned, making them dangerous foes. The anticipation was great, but once again Val held onto Sanctity, and as the wolves fell upon them, it burst into flame. This flame illuminated the area in warm light, and as one of brown wolves jumped for him, Val swung in return.

@Rithy@Sofaking Fancy@Leotamer@jdh97@Ghost Shadow@Zetsuko

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

Though I don't have a rule about inactivity, it's been almost two weeks and then some since both @Stitches and @DinoNuts have posted in this thread. Dino has not been on in 4 days as of this post, Stitches is at 2 days as of this post.

I will reiterate my above post, communication is always encouraged. I get that we are busy and what not, but going silent and not giving a heads up is another problem entirely.

So that brings me to this question, what to do? Any input from you guys is encouraged. Should we have them be killed or is that too soon/ distasteful? Should I have them be wounded and retreat back to the capital? Or have them ride along?

What do ya'll think? @jdh97@Leotamer@Zetsuko@Rithy@Ghost Shadow@Sofaking Fancy

Overlord - Mors Inimicos Nostros

Quiet today, huh?