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Daeros had decided to steer clear of Krona for the time being; he had no desire to immediately jump into conflict with the other members of the Pantheon, and he knew that many of his fellow immortals would be all too quick to move to violence; after all, they were childish, selfish beings - and most of them, self-deluded as they were, knew it.

As he often counseled those politicians who prayed to him to do, the God decided to take a path of caution; he’d avoid other deities until the initial shock of Aroseus’ death had blown over, and then he would show himself in the Dead King’s Palace; and set his plans into motion to claim the fallen God’s throne.

In the meantime, there was still plenty to do on the mortal plane - surely even the humans had felt the death of the King of the Gods in their bones; with Aroseus dead, law and order would have vanished, and chaos would reign supreme. Caesilinus would be ripe for the taking; with the devout followers of Aroseus suddenly left leaderless, without divine guidance - they’d be distraught. And Daeros planned to take advantage of that; after all, if he had Caesilinus, and all the powerful artifacts it contained, would he not have a stronger claim to the throne of the Gods? As much as some of the Gods would disagree with him, Daeros knew that whoever had the most power and influence on the mortal plane would have a great deal more leverage in the Kingdom of the Divines.

Now, the question came to him - how was he to take the fallen King’s great city? After all, he was no God of War; conflict was a mystery to him, something he usually strove to avoid participating in directly at all cost. He had no supernatural servants of his own, save for his serpents - and he had no desire to put them at risk; besides, they were busy with a more important task - watching over Daeros’ concubines.

No, while he did not have any great deal of warlike capacity himself, the Patron of Corruption had a different means to conquer the Great City; his influence. Many Politicians were his devout followers, whether they admitted it or not - and they would be all too pleased to put their armies to the task of sacking Caesilinus, if it would improve their standing with him.

He took one last look around the dense jungle that surrounded his temple, a smile forming on his pale lips.

-

The throne room of King Oruous was magnificent in its splendour; it was positively massive, the walls huge blocks of smooth sandstone, held together perfectly by thin, almost invisible layers of mortar. The tiles of the throne room were made from smooth marble, and the King’s throne was massive and plated with gold.

The King himself was a short, fat and indulgent man - nearing his sixtieth year, he’d let himself go completely; he had a positively massive stomach, and an even bigger beard. The fat little monarch lay sprawled sideways upon his throne, head resting upon a large pillow; his court near empty, save for a few nobles conferring quietly amongst themselves, and the guards who stood silent watch at every entrance and exit to the massive room. As the King lay there, gobbling down grapes fed to him by a half-naked thirteen year old boy, he had no idea he was in for the biggest shock of his life; the God Daeros was coming to collect his payment.

With a sound so loud it mimicked a thunderclap, the God appeared; there was no forewarning, there was simply nothing - and then there was him. Daeros looked exactly as he always did, except that he was.. bigger, somehow - drawn up tall and straight, a look of Godlike superiority painted upon his beautiful features. He was surrounded by a thick grey haze, but there was no mistaking that he was not a God; nor that he was not Daeros, by the massive bust of his head, carved from white marble, that sat behind and above the King Oruous’ throne.

As Daeros had appeared, the King leapt with fright into a seated position; his guardsmen and the few nobles who were conferring quietly in corners of the massive throneroom stunned into silence. Oruous opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut off by the thundering, commanding voice of an Immortal on a mission. “King Oruous,” Daeros rumbled, the King white as a sheet and shaking, “I have come to collect my payment; you owe me a great debt, for the blessings I have showered you with throughout your reign. You are corrupt, a vile man - under deserving of the wealth you now possess. You know it as well as I; and you would be a fool to lie to yourself.”

The God paused - a soft whimper coming from the King’s fat, bearded face before Daeros began speaking again. “I require a favour of you, mortal - and not only will you be fulfilling your obligations to me, but you will be earning my gratitude. Aroseus, King of the Divines, has been slain - and his city left unguarded. You will march on the Great City of Caesilinus, and smite down the army that guards it; and the armies of any of those who plan to take the prize first. You will do this in my name, and with my blessing - and if you succeed, you will be the richest man in all Lymaeus.”

Oruous simply.. stared, for a few moments; stunned by the words that had just come from Daeros’ mouth. Not only had a God just appeared in his throneroom, but he was sending him on a mission - a mission from a Divine! He nodded his head weakly, before opening his motuh to reply, “U-uh.. y-yes, Lord; it will be done. I w-will send out emissaries to my allies, and rally my own armies.” Weakly, the King rose to his feet - standing on shaky legs; smitten by the God who stood before him - drawn in by his addictive nature.

Daeros smiled, nodding his head in thanks. “Do not fail me, Oruous,” He warned - a dark note to his words, before he vanished; gone as quickly as he had come.

-

The Divine watched from above Oruous’ Palace, shrouded in cloud, as the King’s men rushed to rally his men and send word to his allies; Daerps happy to wait, for now, as armies rallied in his name. And if those in Hevas were listening, they would surely hear the dull drums of war as they started to beat from below.
Okay.. well, obviously I don't know as much as I thought I knew. :u

So, somewhere around 900 AD it is! Happy to see more interest, but I might still wait around for a little more before typing up a 'proper' interest check - which should hopefully attract more writers!
I'm here! Just busy, as I've got a lot of stuff on this weekend/week; but I'll get a post up sometime over the next few days, hopefully!
Oh. Well, the 13th Century might be a bit late, then - because I wanted this to be set during the time of Viking Raids, when they still worshiped their old Gods and had only recently begun raiding England.

Anywho, nice to see a little bit of interest - I'll wait around to see if we get anymore, so we can get this thing moving to the later stages of pre-development!
Hey guys!

This is just a very rough, very basic check to see if anyone would be interested in a roleplay based in Scandinavia, set sometime during the 13th Century. The roleplay will be based off the TV Show Vikings, as I've been watching it recently, and it's what inspired me to do something Norsemen-themed.

As well as having watched the whole nine-episode season in about two days, I've also got a decent grasp on Norse Mythology, and I'll be doing a lot of reading into how Viking Society actually worked, before I get this RP up and running - to try and make it as accurate as possible, whilst still being enjoyable!

Anywho, I don't really have any plot sketched out as yet, other than the basic idea of having the RP be based in a Viking Village somewhere, with the men (and some shieldmaidens) going off on raids every now and then on 'plot arcs'. There'll be a lot of NPCing, and people are welcome to play multiple characters if they'd like.

Anyways, yeah - that's it, so far! I hope this gets interest, and.. if you are interested, feel free to chuck plot ideas at me through a PM, or just post them here!
I'm tentatively interested in this; it's been a while since I've done anything Star Wars related, so I'll be relatively rusty.

I'll get up a sheet sometime over the next few days, if you're still looking for new Jedi.
Daeros is super egotistical, HeySeuss - thanks for noticing! ^.^

My next post'll be Daeros heading up to Krona to see what's going on; did anyone wanna make a collab? Or are we trying to steer away from those for the time being?
Got a post up! If I need to.. edit anything, lemme know!
It awoke him from his slumber with a start; the feeling that something - everything - had changed. And, as he rose into a sitting position, brushing sleep from his eyes with smooth hands, softened by oil, there was a smirk upon his lips. As Daeros, Father of Corruption, rose to his feet, he felt elated - now was the time for change; now was his time for change, if what he thought had happened had, indeed, come to pass.

Eyes the colour of the most precious gold swept around a dimly lit chamber; drinking in the sight of various half-naked, slumbering women. The God snorted, lifting a hand and running it through his oil black hair; that self-gratificating smile still painted upon his smooth lips. He stepped through the room with skillful, quiet feet - nimbly tiptoeing past the heads of the two score or so women who were scattered around the large room, bodies saved from the discomfort of the cold stone floor by large, plumped-up pillows.

As the God made his way to the room’s only exit - a section of the wall that looked slightly different to the rest, but only to his own eye - he glanced back at his sleeping concubines; eyes sweeping over each of them in turn, if only for a moment - counting them like precious gems, before glancing upwards towards the roof of the building. Roughly three metres above his head were a number of thick, interlocking wooden rafters - crafted from tree trunks - from which hung the body of a positvely huge serpent - the animal flicking its tongue out of its mouth idly, staring down at its master with beady eyes. “See to it that they’re fed,” Daeros commanded, words soft and smooth as silk - but still with a note of undeniable steel to them.

With that, Daeros turned on his heel - waving his right hand, a large section of the wall - which was crafted from massive, smooth, flawlessly put together limestone blocks - swinging outwards and away from him; revealing the central walkway of his temple, onto which was spilling the new light of dawn. He heard an idle hissing behind him as he began to walk away - the snake, communicating to its fellows - and the hidden doorway slammed shut behind him, sealing flawlessly into the rest of the temple’s massive wall.

As he walked, his naked form slowly became clothed - as the God simply willed the clothing into existence; a spotlessly white toga now covering his torso and lower half, and a pair of sandals upon his feet. After all, today was a day of importance - today was a day to represent those of his followers of a political nature, above all else. After all, Daeros was an important Deity - or the second most important; or so he liked to tell himself. On either side of the God, tapering away from the massive central walkway of the gigantic temple, were various alcoves and niches - in which he could see the dying embers of small campfires burning; and the sleeping forms of his most devout followers. They hadn’t woken yet; they were all likely still high. Daeros rewarded those of his followers who could find his secret home upon their mortal earth, and many of them sought him out purely for the incomprehensible drug trips he could grant them.

His sandals tapped quietly upon the smooth, cold stone beneath his feet - the limestone underfoot having been covered by thick tiles of white-and-black speckled marble. Snakes were everywhere to be seen as Daeros walked towards the exit of his Temple - deciding, for once, to walk the full distance as if he had mortal legs; after all, occasionally it was refreshing to pretend like he was just a normal human.

Eventually, he reached the exit to his temple - a massive archway, decorated with spectacular carvings of snakes against the stone, as well as phrases in every mortal language scrawled against its base, carved into it by mortals who had managed to make it through the thick jungle all around to arrive at Daeros’ Temple.

As he began to walk down the steps that led to the Temple’s only entrance and exit, he allowed his eyes to inspect the dense jungle that surrounded his ‘home’ on all sides - there was a clearing of jungle perhaps four hundred metres long stretching outwards from every wall of the massive, square-shaped temple, where trees would never grow - but immediately afterwards, the clear land became dense jungle; there was no inbetween.

The air was thick with humidity and mosquitoes, and the day was already beginning to become warm. As he stood outside his Temple on the mortal plane, staring up at the sky, Daeros knew the day had come - Aroseus had fallen, and the Patheon’s Throne was ripe for the taking. “I will not be outdone,” He vowed to himself, looking upwards - steeling himself for the challenges ahead. “I will be King of the Gods, one way or another.”
I need more friends, too - well, 'friends' is a loose word for Daeros, but.. you know what I mean. >.>
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