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Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

specifically I do not believe wind/air or earth is taken. you have metal and healing domains taken with plants that just emerged, technically wind/air might fall into the storm god but for elder gods that's what I see without further investigation.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@A Lowly Wretch character relations have been updated to include quill and a few others.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

relationships updated

The Faraway Land: Arcane Adventures (Closed 9/30/18)

Nkosi remained quiet for the remainder of the conversation. All of his questions were answered all he had left to do was observe the others. That included the new arrivals who seemed to be just as blunt as he was. Something about banishing undead and speaking with an undertone of dread or darkness of some sort. He couldn't quite make out why he felt this way, but he seemed like he would be able to handle himself. Then the other lady came in. this one seemed a bit more proper and stubborn, she did seem to know what she wanted and needed. Indecision didn't seem to be a problem for her. At least she seemed well-trained, but he couldn't help but wonder how well all these people would fare in his forests.

The group seemed to begin to pick up their things and move out of the building just after the immortal told them she would be joining them. This wasn't what he planned for, but he supposed he could deal with it. Escorting a small company through the forests would have been trouble enough but now with the immortal was coming along as well? It will definitely be interesting taking such a highly revered individual with them. Something that could both work against and with them.

The short walk through the city streets to the castle was enjoyable? Maybe not the best term to use. The cobblestone streets and lack of vegetation annoyed the ranger. They were greeted at the gates by more than a few guards who promptly bowed and let them in. the immortals power here was not something to be messed with. Finally, meeting someone flanked by armored guards who seemed to be a bit more disciplined and better geared than the others. Obviously this man was important due to his status with the others and how the immortal spoke to him. A king, a strange ruler for a strange kingdom.

A servant came up to him while he was looking around and not really paying much attention to the area. The servant spoke, “Do you request additional gear like the others' sir?” Nkosi barely realized he had fallen a bit behind the others while they spoke about equipment. “Here” he gave the servant a piece of paper with a list of items. These items were simple, a long bow with a quiver of arrows, a few small metal plates with dimensions and holes in the sides, so he could put them on his light armor. A sharpening stone for his two swords was also asked for as well as several knives and blades he could hide among his person. Other than metal there wasn't much he couldn't find somewhere else, this city offered little to him.

It wasn't long before his requested items returned to the satchel of the servant. “Thank you miss.” he gave her a nod as the red-headed servant walked away to join the others. Nkosi was quick to place the metal plates and the smaller items in his bag as well as the additional rations. He took his time placing the small knives and blades around his person. In his experience losing weapons that get stuck in tough hides or caught in bone happen a lot. When they were camped out somewhere he would be sure to upgrade his leather and bone armor as well as take care of his swords.

Before long he was ready to go and continue their journey. This city made him uneasy with its crowds and lack of vegetation. It wasn't like home, everything's green and you can walk for days without seeing another person at times. However, something seemed strange, his instincts jumped, and he reflexively gripped the hilt of the smaller of his two swords. The ranger kept his head on a swivel and looked over the seemingly calm area. He felt the electricity in the air. Something was coming. The king’s sudden death throes caught him off guard, it would seem that an assassin slipped past them while they were getting their things ready.

The description that winter gave at what was happening to the man was strange. She then ordered them to chase after the possible assassin. The situation soon turned worse, the electricity in the air soon cultivated into pure chaos. It seemed everyone could use magic all at the same time. The earth shook, lights flashed through the city, balls of fire shot through the air, and all hell seemed to break loose as everyone seemed to go a bit mad with power.

His companions didn't hesitate to run after the villain while the immortal did what she could for the fallen king. Nkosi however did not move, while admittedly being stunned for a moment by the sights of the city and what this magic was doing. He would not move, to him it wasn't his job. He was here to protect the immortal and escort her through his forest to the village. The ranger wasn't her lackey he was here to protect her, and so he would. As the others rushed out into the chaos, he stayed behind.

Most of the guards seemed to falter and join into the chaos while the more composed and dedicated stuck to the walls and protected the keep as best they could. They too tried to use magic as well. This feeling that was welling up inside him was unlike anything he has ever felt before. Almost like a perpetual adrenaline rush he could feel this energy pulsing through him. It seemed like he could feel so much more than he could before. Almost like something was blocking his senses to the rest of the world had been removed. This sensation was almost euphoric.

However, Nkosi was taken back from his feelings when a burst of fire was carelessly tossed toward him and miss winters from behind the wall. It was a small ball of fire, but he wasn't sure he could get the immortal out of the way quick enough to keep her safe. After all, he wasn't sure how many hits she could take in the long run. Reflexively acting almost on instincts that he had never felt before. The ranger tried to pull something anything up to protect them. The ground in front of him grumbled and groaned for a moment. All he wanted was a wall or barrier and suddenly a small thin piece of earth shot up from in front of him.

The small crumbling structure intercepted the ball of fire. With that it shuddered then exploded towards Nkosi. Fire and earth flew at him, the ranger getting out of the way of most of it by dropping to the ground. The rest singed him and his clothes, but he was otherwise unhurt. He wanted to investigate this further, but he knew it wasn't the time to get lost in his thoughts. “Winters! We need to go. this city isn't safe anymore.” he turned toward her for only a moment to make sure she was okay before turning his attention back to the chaos at hand.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lord Zee not my intention but ok

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

posted finaly. mostly going over his new creation and how his stuff works within his realm.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Naswaru The Relentless.

The dark forests of Voctao seemed to be pulsing with activity. The unrestricted ambient powers of the huntsmen god seemed to nearly force the evolution of the creatures inside his home. Over time, they would become strong and mighty creatures some would be worthy of filling the humans with dread at their mere name. While a few would fill their stories and legends of beasts beyond their wildest dreams.

Naswaru had been busy. The encounter with the spire stirred something inside of him. What he had been working on was something he thought up a long time ago but never felt the need to implement it. Sharp corrupted edges of his scales still bore the mark of what that fear could do to him, to him it was a constant reminder to keep working.

Although his trees of life, as he calls them, help him modify existing life, he has his limitations. He cannot create life, everything starts as something and is then modified. He has three trees that can each mold up to three individual creatures at a time. If the creature is what he wants and wants more of, then they are planted as a seed before growing into a fruit bearing tree. However, instead of fruit it makes eggs that will continue to produce until enough breeding pairs have been created for the sustainability of the species. After this, they are given their own area with in his realm to grow and evolve before being set free into the world. It is a process.

This particular creation has been in the works for some time due to their versatility and variants. Depending on many natural factors two parents may not have an offspring that looks like them or fills the same role. These creatures were made from humans and thus still show some human characteristics. However, they seemed to be mixed with mostly mammalian varieties. These varieties manifest parts from goats, cows, pigs, horses, felines big and small, and wolfs upon birth. While other mammalian variety’s do exist, just in more uncommon situations. They dont look human, but one can clearly see human influence in them. He even tried his best to rid them of the old curses his kin put on the humans they come from. However, he is unsure of how well he was able to do this.

Naswaru was rather fond of these and molded their society the best he could. They were strong, fast, and agile. Having the intellect of humans with rawer natural instincts to help guide them. However, these were a bit stubborn sometimes and didn’t seem to adapt to well to change in their society. At times, it would even seem like they let their rage and instincts get them in trouble where their reason would have kept them out of it. They formed and bonded through family packs and then into small clans. Each had differing beliefs and practices, but they all had a few things in common. They saw themselves as honor bound warriors devoted to keeping a balance in the natural world, to act as guardians of the forests and plains that harbor the most life. To only take what they need to survive.

Naswaru even asked them what they wished to be called, they responded in kind with Voctain (Pronounced Vock Tain) After their home. That and they seemed to be led by the strongest and smartest of them, a chieftain. Who was supported by more than a few advisors that could take his place in the event of an absence or death.

Another thing that comes with their duties is to always seek to better themselves and their craft, whatever it may be. To learn from their mistakes and each other. To hunt both grate beast and worthy human adversary’s alike. Although they are not to seek out and destroy all humanity, they will keep the balance. Sometimes they may find themselves fighting alongside humanity, or they may find themselves attacking them.

The god could only hope that the values he instilled with these would last the test of time. It had been a few days since he started this process and although creatures in his realm age and grow quickly. He was still unsure if the fledgling society was ready for the outside world. For now, he would let them grow in the large plains and forests he set aside within his realm for them. Letting them get used to living in those areas before being released, obviously he would watch over them until they were established once they were ready. After all, they were his first intelegant race he has created so far.

He found himself quite tired after all this and decided to retire to his home in the trees for a few more days. Only now did he remember about the invitation to the meeting. With his brother of law being in the mix he could only assume they were trying to wrangle him and a few of the others in. The huntsmen never really liked to get tangled up in the politics of his kin. It was always boring and to him threatened to try to stall the natural way of things. He never really made this a point towards the others always trying to keep his neutral position and refrain from taking sides. That however, doesn’t mean he doesn’t like visiting them occasionally.

Naswaru sat in his tree, a strong limb near the top where he could see out across the vast moon lit forest. It definitely was peaceful here and it was something he enjoyed. He was even able to satisfy his hunger with one of the fruit that the tree produced. Soon he knew the others would call for him again. Keeping them waiting wasn’t something he wanted to do. After his rest he would surely attempt to visit his kin and see if this meeting was still going on.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Pixie

So sleepy >>>> onward to new adventures /// day 8 // Evening / Location - home > Heading for the cave entrance.

Ardur looked on at his friend. The spider was always there for him since the beginning it was definitely strange to see him become consumed in the hard web like cocoon he would occasionally read about when it came to butterflies. Sitting on the floor and looking to his friend he began to catch his breath, casting minor heal I on himself to hopefully speed up the stronger skill. The pixie began to think about where he has been and how far he has come while the small cocoon in front of him shifted and grew slightly.

What exactly would be the outcome of all of them here? Where was he headed and where could he go? This place is strange with only the mere mention of humans from the goblins stories he couldn’t help but think about his Sara. If only he could see her one more time, memorize the curvature of her face and her dazzling smile. The ever subtle glow of a pregnant young lady. He caught himself crying for a moment while he drew the best picture he could have of her in the dirt beneath him. Again he asked himself what would she say if she saw him like this? Would she be stern and serious or soft and warm? Just to feel that women’s embrace one more time would be worth anything in the world.

He knew he had to keep going, maybe just maybe that demon lord guy could make his wish a reality. Hell even having just a picture of her would be worth it. Until then, he would have to keep his end of the bargain, he would have to keep moving and keep growing. Keep the others safe and keep them growing as well. At least then, if he ever saw her again he could be proud of where he has been and how he got there. Look at her with pride and not shame. “One step at a time Travis, one step at a time.” He spoke aloud even referring to himself with his old name from his old life. Just a little something she would tell him when he was feeling overwhelmed.

A thought came to his mind while he sat there with his knees curled up to his chest. “Demon lord im not sure if you can hear my prayer or care really. Once we make it to you I will do whatever you wish as long as I get to see my Sara one last time. I will do whatever it takes, to see to it that I make it too you… that we make it too you... You asked me a question before and I have an answer for you... I’ve seen worse.” Honestly Ardur was unsure if the demon lord could hear him, but he supposed it couldn’t hurt.

Soon he found himself broken from his thoughts and memories by a crack in the cocoon across from him and a system message explaining to him what Steve was and what she could do. The spider quickly came up to him and joyfully rubbed against his legs while seeming to wave at him. The sudden growth spurt and playfulness of the spider reminded him of a dog from back home. Compared to him it was roughly the same size as a small to medium dog as well. The spider seemed to be over joyed as it scuttled around the small chamber seemingly getting used to its new mobility. The damaged legs it had before seemed to have been healed and somehow Ardur knew it was his friend. It was tamed after all.

Soon Ardur could feel his eyes become heavy, and he slowly fell asleep. His trusty companion snuggled up next to him. The cold floor wasn’t anything he hadn’t dealt with before. But the dream was strange. It was dark, he felt cold, but he was still there and still himself. He could feel his wings and that he was standing on something cold and hard. It smelt strange to him, like rot and death. Then off into the distance he could see a speck of light that slowly began to grow. He began to move forward towards the light and when he did he could hear something, feel something breathing down his neck. It felt wrong and predatory, his flight or fight response was flaring, and he tried to run faster and faster toward the light. The air was beginning to get thick and hard to breath. Then before he felt like whatever was behind him would reach out and grab him he made it out. It was green, wet, bright, and he could breathe. The foliage reminded him of home. Before he could make out more about his surroundings, he woke up.

Steve seemed to have sensed his distress and had already woken up. She was waiting patiently next to him. All Ardur could do was smile at the spider and pet its armored skin, “don’t worry friend, I think we have stayed here long enough.” He slowly stood on shaky legs. Really all he seemed to do was achieve a nap of some sort however it seemed like it would be enough to accomplish his next task. “Come friend.” He held out his hand towards her, “let’s go, this cave doesn’t feel as inviting as it once did.” The pixie then stood still while the spider found a comfortable place to hang on to him and his spider silk clothing. effectively wrapping itself around his torso to stay out of the way of his wings.

The spider didn’t seem to weigh him down too much and didn’t seem too bothered by the fact that they were now flying. Ardur had begun to make his trek towards the entrance. His instincts were already gnawing at the back of his mind. The subtle fight or flight response making its return, but he couldn’t help but think that he just might have slept through something important. The energy of the cave seemed to have died down a little but something more eerie had taken its place. Yet he still couldn't help himself but sing while he flew, perhaps it would calm his nerves.

"So here we are
A thousand miles from hope
Endlessly falling from the clutches of a dream
Take my hand
It's bigger than us all
Follow me
To the end of time

So here we are
Tonight our world begins
Tonight it all will end."

@Zeroth

Ardur's character stats

Level: 4

Health: Full
Mana: 1/2
Stamina: 1/2?

Inventory: N/A

Clothes: Spider silk clothing.

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I

Kills for current level:

Other: the song David Chappell: Terra Aeterna

The Faraway Land: Arcane Adventures (Closed 9/30/18)

@Thinslayer still here by the way. sorry was absent for a while but I should get back into the swing of things within the next few days.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

I have decided to wait until after the time skip before posting again. Gives me some time to work out the race I was going to play with.