Pyromaniacwolf

D&D Fifth Edition: Land of the Old Curse

Verdan Rybar

As the last of the undead fell, Verdan let out a sigh and shook his head as he walked from the gallows down to where the corpses lay. He would never rest from his work,even after such an attack. The doctor turned to Lilith as she approached the group "Yes,yes such things are all well and good but rewards can wait until the route of this problem has been purged. Would you allow me to see the bodies of the undead? I wish to examine them so I may attempt to locate what the gas did to these poor souls." Verdan asked somewhat distantly as he examined the remains of the zombies from a distance.

Persuasion roll

5

The World Unravelled: A God RP

It began with a sound. A tear, a crack, a bang, what did it matter? He heard something for the first time in centuries; his time of rest was over and his time of action had begun.

Zetsibo shifted and twisted from form to form in the darkness above as he tried to settle on body for this cycle, after all he needed a form that would incite despair in all the little things his peers would creat. After a time his form settled into a humanoid figure of shadowy substance and bone, his head would be comparable to that of a wolf skull if not for the great horns protruding from just above his new form's empty black eyes. The being's torso seemed to be fortified by bone and his arms ended in elongated black claws. From the torso down the shadows elongated and twisted to form a pair of legs. Zetsibo examined his new form with some mild interest; the skull would do most definitely, however it still felt a little...bland. With a snap of his claws rows of white feathers formed along the deities shoulders and bag,gradually quickly being replaced with black as more formed down until the cloak reached the bottom of his legs. Satisfied, he discarded the cloak for now; he had much work to do before he could settle into such fanciful clothes.

Zetsibo turned to his next obligation before he could do much else; his core. Holding out his hands the Icon of Despair opened his skeletal mouth and 'exhaled' a stream of shadowy vapor into the palm of his hands, as it formed into something of a spherical shape it solidified and began to flicker and darken as streaks of almost painfully bright white light moved along the surface of Zetsibo's core. Truly an orb worthy of himself. Now complete, the core vanished and without another thought about it, Zetsibo turned to other matters

Having sufficiently prepared himself for the cycle ahead Zetsibo now needed to prepare his domain. A simple swap of his hand through the empty space around him opened the way to his realm, stepping through Zetsibo examined the barren plains around him. The sky seemed to have darkened since the Roil, that would not do at all. As the thought entered his mind the stark white sky of the Despairing Planes grew far light,piercingly light. Now he had adjusted the sky the Icon of Despair examined the rest of his realm, simply walking for some time and examining the mounds of blackened rubble that may have once been villages; perhaps a few had been fortresses of some long since dead servant. It mattered little to him; the great game would continue and he would create and consume servants as needed, all to create the despair he so craved.

As Zetsibo raised his finger to once again leave his little slice of existence, a name popped into his mind. Ab'thar. After pausing for a moment to consider whether it was yet worth bringing his avatar into existence,he Icon of Despair shrugged and waved his shadowy arm with a flourish. Immediately after the movement a small clump of dark vapor left the deities body and rapidly began to grow and shift into somewhat of a hound-like form from the abdomen up before a white wolfish skull formed atop the being. The avatar of Zetsibo looked up at it's master before letting out a 'howl'. It was a terrible noise, like the failing scream of a man with a popped lung. After the Houndlord was done Zetsibo simply said "Wait." before tearing open a portal and stepping back into the barren canvas that was the mortal realm.

Reappearing in the mortal realm with the burning white sky of his domain at his back, the god of despair sought out those who had also awakened and was pleased to quickly find both Anacahe and Perillian already awake. He would have gave a smile if he could however given his form he simply settled for a simple greeting "Ah there you are, I thought I was the first to have awoken for a moment. You both slept well I trust?" his voice seemed to echo outward from inside his skull, however given Zetsibo often favored rather skeletal forms this would likely not be met with much surprise from anyone present.

The World Unravelled: A God RP

Zetsibo

Name: Zetsibo, Icon of Despair

Gender: Male

Major Domains: Despair

Minor Domains: Negativity emotion,madness, suffering,fear,nightmares

Opposing Domains: Hope,bravery

Appearance:

Appearance

Zetsibo's second form is that of a great dragon, it is a hundred metres long and is capable of breathing streams of pure white fire.

Alternate Form

Zetsibo rarely takes on his second form however he finds it sometimes necessary to inspire terror at his might among mortal races in some situations. Or perhaps briefly appearing to a single mortal to drive them to paranoia.

Core Appearance: Zetsibo's core is a simple black orb with streaks of white light streaking through it.

Personality: Zetsibo possesses a highly nihilistic view to the world around him, he recognizes the constant cycle of destruction and recreation renders everything he or his fellow Gods build to be pointless. To him the universe is a game and one he intends to enjoy despite the risk that may pose to him- if he can get his fellow Gods to understand that fact then even better but that is not his priority.

Zetsibo is generally a rather detached and calm deity; never getting particularly heated or emotional about issues although underneath he has a constant itch,a craving to spread despair wherever he can. Zetsibo has a natural obsession with despair in all it's aspects whether he is the thing causing despair or even if he is receiving such despair.This obsession can naturally lead to him becoming far more excitable when it's subject is involved in a situation, sometimes he contains it and sometimes he does not. Despite this and his nihilism Zetsibo is capable of enjoying many things and can often be found in his domain enjoying those little things in his down time between spreading sorrow and despair.

Relationships: Zetsibo has no real issue with most of his fellow immortals, although he does see them as somewhat ignorant to the nature of their reality he does not blame even the most scholarly of his fellows from avoiding the truth. While those who have bonds with their creations may find the Icon of Despair infuriating he merely enjoys inflicting despair upon mortals and does not mean that as a personal attack on their creator.

Allegiances: While Zetsibo held no true allegiance over the cycles he consistently supported Sandrimor as a bid to earn his protection from other Gods who were less likely to tolerate his consistent torment of mortals. Now Sandrimor has faded he is seeking any God who could guarantee his protection as he continues his method of passing the eons.

Domain: The Despairing Planes-A large plane of black soil and seemingly glowing white water. There is little in this realm except for the various beasts created by Zetsibo-most already unleashed on the world but a select few may be exclusive to the Despairing Planes. The Planes are also inhabited by a race of beings that are similar to those in the rest of the world that possess pale skin and grey eyes. These mortals live in small clustered settlements around the Planes which are raided on a nightly basis by Zetsibos beasts and are slaughtered. By the next day they will have reassembled and return to their menial,pointless work in their settlement.

Peoples: Fiendish/monstrous races, the mad and the nihilistic

Avatar and Anathema:
Anathema: Claws of Torment-a set of of obsidian colored metal claws empowered by Zetsibo himself during his earlier cycles as a method of defending himself from potential aggressors, the claws quite literally siphon away the energy from a God and cast them away in a rather colorful display,against mortals these claws radiate despair and misery and are capable of sending all but the most willful of mortals in a downward spiral into complete despair. These claws are usable by Zetsibo in both his forms, the claws simply grow or shrink to suit his current form. Unfortunately for him the claws seem to have broken in the last Roil, perhaps Perillian could repair them..

Avatar:

Ab'thar the Houndlord of Zetsibo

Perhaps the only being in existence Zetsibo holds any true affection for, despite it essentially being an extension of his own will, Ab'thar is comparable to a loyal hound; it is eager to please it's master and is ferociously loyal despite having an intellect to match that of a hound as well. Ab'thar may be Zetsibo's most loyal and adored companion but that does not exempt it from it's master's nature; on several occasions Zetsibo has 'killed' his avatar purely in an attempt to feel a rush of despair although these attempts usually end with Zetsibo recreating the avatar within a few centuries or so due to it' general use in his harassment of mortals. When ordered to (and often when left to it's own devices) Ab'thar will hunt mortals, usually those who are already paranoid or are particularly filled with despair, and allow them to grow somewhat aware of his presence over a period of time before either leaving them alone or brutally murdering them for it's master's pleasure.

Ab'thar is capable of warping from place to place around the normal realm and is capable of whispering into the minds of most normal mortals,albeit in a language incomprehensible to the majority of races. It is also almost entirely incorporeal, minus it's canine-esque head and skeletal claws the avatar seem to be made entirely of a (primarily) black and white mist.

Misc: N/A

The World Unravelled: A God RP

Moving my CS here because all the cool kids are doing it.

Zetsibo

Name: Zetsibo, Icon of Despair

Gender: Male

Major Domains: Despair

Minor Domains: Negativity emotion,madness, suffering

Opposing Domains: Hope,bravery

Appearance:

Appearance

Zetsibo's second form is that of a great dragon, it is a hundred metres long and is capable of breathing streams of pure white fire.

Alternate Form

Zetsibo rarely takes on his second form however he finds it sometimes necessary to inspire terror at his might among mortal races in some situations. Or perhaps briefly appearing to a single mortal to drive them to paranoia.

Core Appearance: Zetsibo's core is a simple black orb with streaks of white light streaking through it.

Personality: Zetsibo possesses a highly nihilistic view to the world around him, he recognizes the constant cycle of destruction and recreation renders everything he or his fellow Gods build to be pointless. To him the universe is a game and one he intends to enjoy despite the risk that may pose to him- if he can get his fellow Gods to understand that fact then even better but that is not his priority.

Zetsibo is generally a rather detached and calm deity, never getting particularly heated or emotional about issues although underneath he has a constant itch-a craving to spread despair wherever he can. Zetsibo has natural obsession with despair in all it's aspects whether he is the thing causing despair or even if he is receiving such despair.This obsession can naturally lead to him becoming far more excitable when it's subject is involved in a situation, sometimes he contains it and sometimes he does not.

Relationships: Zetsibo has no real issue with most of his fellow immortals, although he does see them as somewhat ignorant to the nature of their reality he does not blame even the most scholarly of his fellows from avoiding the truth. While those who have bonds with their creations may find the Icon of Despair infuriating he merely enjoys inflicting despair upon mortals and does not mean that as a personal attack on their creator.

Allegiances: While Zetsibo held no true allegiance over the cycles he consistently supported Sandrimor as a bid to earn his protection from other Gods who were less likely to tolerate his consistent torment of mortals. Now Sandrimor has faded he is seeking any God who could guarantee his protection as he continues his method of passing the eons.

Domain: The Despairing Planes-A large plane of black soil and seemingly glowing white water. There is little in this realm except for the various beasts created by Zetsibo-most already unleashed on the world but a select few may be exclusive to the Despairing Planes. The Planes are also inhabited by a race of beings that are similar to those in the rest of the world that possess pale skin and grey eyes. These mortals live in small clustered settlements around the Planes which are raided on a nightly basis by Zetsibos beasts and are slaughtered. By the next day they will have reassembled and return to their menial,pointless work in their settlement.

Peoples: Fiendish/monstrous races, the mad and the nihilistic

Avatar and Anathema:
Anathema: Claws of Torment-a set of of obsidian colored metal claws empowered by Zetsibo himself during his earlier cycles as a method of defending himself from potential aggressors, the claws quite literally siphon away the energy from a God and cast them away in a rather colorful display. These claws are usable by Zetsibo in both his forms, the claws simply grow or shrink to suit his current form. Unfortunately for him the claws seem to have broken in the last Roil, perhaps Perillian could repair them..

Avatar: Shade of Zetsibo-Quite literally a spectral form of Zetsibo from the waste up with the rest of its form falling into half-visible tendrils of darkness. This shadows figure prowls the shadows of the world bringing despair and misery wherever it goes, capable of both flight and invisibility the avatar is easily able to travel throughout the world can wield foul magics to destroy of mentally break those who stand in it's masters way.

Misc: N/A

The World Unravelled- A God RP

CS plz tell if bad.

Zetsibo

Name: Zetsibo, Icon of Despair

Gender: Male

Major Domains: Despair

Minor Domains: Negative emotion,madness

Opposing Domains: Hope,bravery

Appearance:

Appearance

Zetsibo's second form is that of a great dragon, it is a hundred metres long and is capable of breathing streams of pure white fire.

Alternate Form

Zetsibo rarely takes on his second form however he finds it sometimes necessary to inspire terror at his might among mortal races in some situations. Or perhaps briefly appearing to a single mortal to drive them to paranoia.

Core Appearance: Zetsibo's core is a simple black orb with streaks of white light streaking through it.

Personality: Zetsibo possesses a highly nihilistic view to the world around him, he recognizes the constant cycle of destruction and recreation renders everything he or his fellow Gods build to be pointless. To him the universe is a game and one he intends to enjoy despite the risk that may pose to him- if he can get his fellow Gods to understand that fact then even better but that is not his priority.

Zetsibo is generally a rather detached and calm deity, never getting particularly heated or emotional about issues although underneath he has a constant itch-a craving to spread despair wherever he can. Zetsibo has natural obsession with despair in all it's aspects whether he is the thing causing despair or even if he is receiving such despair.This obsession can naturally lead to him becoming far more excitable when it's subject is involved in a situation, sometimes he contains it and sometimes he does not.

Relationships: Zetsibo has no real issue with most of his fellow immortals, although he does see them as somewhat ignorant to the nature of their reality he does not blame even the most scholarly of his fellows from avoiding the truth. While those who have bonds with their creations may find the Icon of Despair infuriating he merely enjoys inflicting despair upon mortals and does not mean that as a personal attack on their creator.

Allegiances: While Zetsibo held no true allegiance over the cycles he consistently supported Sandrimor as a bid to earn his protection from other Gods who were less likely to tolerate his consistent torment of mortals. Now Sandrimor has faded he is seeking any God who could guarantee his protection as he continues his method of passing the eons.

Domain: The Despairing Planes-A large plane of black soil and seemingly glowing white water. There is little in this realm except for the various beasts created by Zetsibo-most already unleashed on the world but a select few may be exclusive to the Despairing Planes. The Planes are also inhabited by a race of beings that are similar to those in the rest of the world that possess pale skin and grey eyes. These mortals live in small clustered settlements around the Planes which are raided on a nightly basis by Zetsibos beasts and are slaughtered. By the next day they will have reassembled and return to their menial,pointless work in their settlement.

Peoples: Fiendish/monstrous races, the mad and the nihilistic

Avatar and Anathema:
Anathema: Claws of Torment-a set of of obsidian colored metal claws empowered by Zetsibo himself during his earlier cycles as a method of defending himself from potential aggressors, the claws quite literally siphon away the energy from a God and cast them away in a rather colorful display. These claws are usable by Zetsibo in both his forms, the claws simply grow or shrink to suit his current form. Unfortunately for him the claws seem to have broken in the last Roil, perhaps Perillian could repair them..

Avatar: Shade of Zetsibo-Quite literally a spectral form of Zetsibo from the waste up with the rest of its form falling into half-visible tendrils of darkness. This shadows figure prowls the shadows of the world bringing despair and misery wherever it goes, capable of both flight and invisibility the avatar is easily able to travel throughout the world can wield foul magics to destroy of mentally break those who stand in it's masters way.

Misc: N/A

Civilization III: A New World

The Lycan Covenant

Vlath returned to the village with great haste,flanked by the two void champions on his return he shouted to all near by "Brothers and Sisters! The Gods have gifted upon us their champions today! Not only this but they have gifted us with purpose! Know that even now our Gods fight a foe deep beneath the waves to defend us while we settle on this new land! In their mercy not only have they provided us with these great defenders and the storms to hold off the beasts below but they have informed me of the enemy on the land!The We must find these vile creatures and eradicate them! We have already claimed their obelisks from their pathetic gods but next we will take their land and their lives in the name of the TRUE Gods! All of those who would wish to fight these foul heathens must seek out Grash Bloodfang and prepare to train under him until he deems you are prepared for the coming battle! The Silentpaws will seek them out and any resources that may be of worth to us so that the Goldtooth may bend it to our will! They will search farther and harder! Every week I decree a scouting party must be sent out until this foe is found! Once they are located they shall return and our glorious crusade shall begin!" Vlath spoke to all who would listen in the village, ensuring the Silentpaws were prepared for the long scouting missions and ordering the Goldtooths to begin producing what weapons they could from the lumber-whether that be clubs for Bloodfang or javelins for Silentpaw the Covenant would have weapons ready for war soon.

Vlath then began to seek out Vera and those who had captured him,assuming he did and his zealots had not done it already, Vlath would personally rip the heretics tongue out before proceeding to hear anything fro his zealots.

Summary

Vlath makes a speech as he arrives in the village flanked by the Void beasts and tells the lycans to prepare for war against the enemies the Gods had told him about.
Vlath sought out Vera and ripped out his tongue.

The World Unravelled- A God RP

Interested, first advanced thread I'm showing interest in so be gentle plz

Civilization III: A New World

The Lycan Covenant

As Vlath stood their, half in awe of the great champion the Gods had delivered to them and half terrified of his own foolishness he turned to the remaining zealots and snapped at them "Return to the village at once! Find Vera and remove his foul tongue from his mouth and have him kept captive until my return! Tell the Bloodfangs to be on guard around the coast until the storms return in full strength! They are a blessing from the God's themselves!" after waving the zealots on with their task he turned to the great creature the Gods had placed before him. With a wail he said [color=DarkGray]"Great champion of the Gods! I beg the God's forgiveness for my foolishness! I will have myself punished for my misdeeds once the God's power is assured! Please, escort me to the final stone so I may reclaim it in their name!" assuming the void beast allowed him to continue Vlath continued his pilgrimage to the third and final stone in the hopes of keeping the threat from the deep at bay and securing the power of the Gods.

Summary

Vlath orders his zealots to return to the village to prepare the covenant for any potential attacks and to cut out Vera's tongue for being the one to suggest a heretical idea to him.
Vlath attempts to make his way to the final stone after asking for forgiveness from the Gods

Civilization III: A New World

The Lycan Covenant

Vlath had awoke from the strange dream in somewhat confused shock,what had he just experienced? A vision from the God's themselves perhaps? It had felt too real to be a mere dream, perhaps activating that obelisk had started events he could not have foreseen. What were the creatures in his vision? Deep below the sea they were, were they puppets of the Young Gods? Or fellow children of the Great Trinity of the Void? He knew not but it would be something he should address soon. As he left the area his fellow Shadowclaw had used as a resting place (naturally it was close to the first reclaimed obelisk) he ordered a handful of his more knowledgeable Shadowclaw to meet him at the shoreline at noon.

Vlath had met with Goldtooth at the very river they were to discuss some time after he had awoken from his strange
dream, Goldtooth explained there options and after a brief discussion they agreed a pontoon bridge is the best course of action for the moment. Once the bridge had been established and houses built they could consider a true bridge to allow larger loads to cross at a time, for now a pontoon would suffice- shelter must be provided as soon as possible after all. After their business was concluded, Vlath reminded Goldtooth "When the lumber is across the bridge you and your workers will begin constructing houses, for all tribes. Once that is done we will consider what else we may began construction of." with that final word Vlath made his way to meet with the other Shadowclaw members at the shoreline.

The Voidcaller had arrived some time earlier than the other four Lycan, who had arrived around noon. Vlath had watched the somewhat turbulent ocean and the stormy skies- nothing his people were not used to but it felt different now. He turned to those present and said "I have had a vision. Something lurks deep beneath the waves, I do not know what but the God's have deemed it necessary I know of their existence. I have gathered you here so we may discuss the meaning of this vision and a possible solution." and so the discussion began.
Initially there were many suggestions that the Gods meant it as a warning about the creatures in the ocean until one of the older of the group (Vera,one of the more scholarly of the Shadowclaw clan and being accused of heresy at various points in his life- he always seemed to be one step ahead the tribe in terms of both theological ideas and in his evasion of those who would silence him. Vlath was fond of him despite his borderline heretical ideas.) said the Gods would of told them of such threats before the journey and therefore such a point was moot. Eventually the debate turned to the idea that these creatures were pointed out to them by the Gods as potential allies, surely a strange suggestion but the only solution the group could fully agree upon.

After a further period of debate Vlath finally decided "If they are true creations of the Gods then surely they will know their divine tongue! Come, we shall speak to the oceans themselves!" while Vlath himself was not entirely convinced such an idea would work and he was merely offering a solution that would allow him to return to the camps and oversee construction soon, he was somewhat curious if these beings from the deep had some connection with the Gods. After all, why else would the Gods show them to him? The Shadowclaw behind him began to line up and shout into the stormy ocean in a language known by all lycan but only understood by the Shadowclaw, the proclaimed language of the Gods. As their voices wrestled with the sounds of the waves crashing onto the beach Vlath pondered if it would be beneficial to find a way to store the language in some way, after all he doubted even 100 lycans knew the language at this point.

After several minutes the group of lycans fell to silence and turned to Vlath. Assuming nothing happened he nodded at each of those present "I thank you for being here, the Gods will surely be pleased with your dedication. Now, I must return to Wolfhelm and assemble a group for my pilgrimage to the next pillar for it's reclamation." he said before beginning the walk back to Wulfhelm.

On his return Vlath immediately set about on preparing for his next pilgrimage, requesting a representative from each clan aswell as a small group of his own personal zealots-not true warriors in any sense of the word but individuals truly dedicated to the Gods. Vlath allowed the other leaders to function as they wish while he prepared and went on his journey north to reclaim the second obelisk.

Summary

A pontoon bridge is decided to be built to allow lumber to be transported across quickly as shelter is urgently needed
Vlath meet up with a handful of what could generously be called theologians of the Shadowclaw tribe to discuss the matter of his vision. Vlath eventually deemed no solution would be found despite some intriguing ideas and proposed they speak the language of the Gods into the ocean with hope of drawing the beings attention.
On return Vlath began preparing a small group to travel to the next obelisk for reclamation.

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

Ah, I see I was too late to respond. Sorry about that I've been busy with college starting up and I'll be honest my interest in this RP has kind of disappeared, probably best I was so late to post and removed. Best of luck to everyone who remains.