The15thSpycrab

Godmode (Private Party)

So our gods are aware of the challenges presented by Mawhiti/Awhatama?

Godmode (Private Party)

Who's Awhatama? He claims to be the grandson of Mawhiti, so is he a deity himself? Do any of the other gods know him?

Godmode (Private Party)

Flin had finished his drink and was heading back towards the fires when he saw the young lad from before coming out of a nearby alley. The boy look embarrassed and a little shocked, and was dressed only in his underwear. Flin approached the boy, smiling to reassure him, and offered his cloak.
"Bundle up, lad. It's going to get mighty cold when the sun goes down. What happened to your friend, the little girl?"

Godmode (Private Party)

Tavon and Tarvin, Vincus and Vizlin, Lyah and Zaya. Why are you guys making such similar names? It's confusing the heck out of me.

Godmode (Private Party)

Would someone like to control this hero? I can't have someone serving my god.

Name: Deimos
Full (real) Name: Deimos
Age: 22
Appearance:

Deimos

Personality: Brave, cocky, intelligent. Sometimes willing to sacrifice lives for the greater victory. A leader who, if not befriended by his men, is very much respected. He inspires loyalty in his soldiers, and is himself loyal to Arcturius.
Alignment: Champion of Arcturius
Morality: Lawful, just, looks to the greater goal, no matter the cost. Avoids civilian casualties when he can.
Likes: A good fight, a strong opponent, good cheese, and beef stew.
Dislikes: Demons, the gods of destruction and chaos, being drunk, and his twin brother, Phobos.
Secrets: Has a twin brother, Phobos, who serves the Dark Legion. Also hides the fact that he was originally from Travels End.
Companions (Optional): Commands a mercenary company, 3000 strong.
Outfit: Wears a soft leather tunic, covered in a chain mail hauberk while in battle. In combat, he is also equipped in smoked iron greaves and vambraces. He also wears thick leather gloves and boots, in and out of battle. He carries a circular bronze shield, and a steel spatha.
Other:

Godmode (Private Party)

Flin was enjoying himself. The sunset was beautiful, the bard's music was incredible, and while Flin had no sweetheart himself, the sight of young couples dancing cheered him. He sipped on a glass of fruit juice purchased from a vendor, and the flavor seemed somehow sweeter and more sour at the same time. It was hard to find something not alcoholic to drink other than water or milk, so he saved it for special occasions. He ooh'd with the crowd as fireworks shot into the air, and ahh'd when they burst into spectacular colors and shapes. He wondered how it was done, and the child in him fantasized that it was magic. Flin laughed and shook his head at the idea. No mage would waste their power on something so trivial as entertaining peasants. The skills granted a mage ranked them above the most skilled blacksmith or brewmaster; they had nearly as much standing as a nobleman, or mayor. As if summoned by his thought, who else but Vizlin appeared nearby. Flin stayed where he was this time. No pompous fool would chase him on this day, if the mayor wanted to pick a fight, let him. Flin wasn't going anywhere.

Godmode (Private Party)

Flin stepped closer to the fire. For years after his father had been killed at a previous festival, he had kept to himself in the forest. The young man was an accomplished tracker now, always called upon when a child was lost, or some lord wished a boar hunt. He wasn't too fond of the wealthy noblemen, and the new mayor really irked him. Nobody liked the pompous fool, with his airs of superiority, and the incessant complaining. Speaking of the mayor, Flin spotted his extravagant robes through the crowd, and ducked back towards the temple. The old priest was there, but Flin had no wish to discuss matters of religion right now. He was still a little angry at the gods for taking away his father, and his mother before that. The rational side of him knew that it couldn't have been their fault, but he still felt he deserved to be angry.

The smell of mead made his stomach turn, and scenes from his first festival flashed through his mind. He quickly dismissed the images, not wanting to relive the agony, and smiled at a young pair running past. "Don't get lost now!" he called to the boy and lass. "Today's my day off!"

Godmode (Private Party)

LordMarwain said
The15thSpycrab, Neutral/Orginized = Lawful Neutral, if we want to put it all in d&d perspective

Sorry, never played d&d.

Godmode (Private Party)

Name: Arcturius
Titles: God of War, Leader of Legions, The Great General
True name: Archemedes
Inspiration: Conquest and Victory, Strength and Power.
Appearance:

Arcturius

Symbols:

Symbol

Portfolio: War Domain, Tactics and Strength.
Alignment: Lawful/Neutral
Servitars: Iron-clad giants, standing at 3 meters tall, and Gryphons.
Weapon:

Spear

Animal: Eagle
Followers: Soldiers, guards, mercenaries, anyone picking a fight or being threatened.

Dark Abyss (Low Casual)

"No!" Yelgir called, as the Scythe sliced through Schroedinger. As the unknown android swung her weapon towards Jason, Yelgir dropped a docking clamp between them. The Scythe stuck in the giant metal claw, as it swung between them, and was pulled out of Pixie's grasp. Sending a quick picture of the current room to his allies, Yelgir quickly mapped out an escape route to the airlock, marking obstacles that he could put in the path of pursuit. He hoped their comms still worked, as neither of them had responded to his reports.