WrongEndoftheRainbow — Roleplayer Guild

Level: 2
Might: 0
Worshippers: 350

Lazarus was putting the final touches on the machine, something she had long planned to do. It was easy, trivial, almost, using her knowledge to create the machine. It bore no mechanical parts, powered purely by divine energies. Such was the simplicity of the design. When the time came, it could be used to measure the baseline of divine energies, using the powers imbued in the gem. The rest of the time, the residue divine energies from a god, demigod, or even those blessed would power the machine.

It would light up the gem when divine beings or those blessed by divine beings were nearby, no more, no less. This made it useless, almost -- to view the gem, you must be close enough to have it set off by your own signature. Nevertheless, it was a step in the right direction. Once the gem lit up, she stopped her work, and she prayed to Vestec.

Vestec appeared in a flash of light. “Lazzy!” He cried, throwing his hands wide. “It’s been too long! How have you been! How are the dwarves and what’s that delightfully shiny little thing you’ve got there?” The gem was a swirling mass of colors, matching Vestec’s own colors. “Cheeky little thing isn’t it.”

“The dwarves are preparing to march. I’ve not heard good things about Xerxes -- But more importantly, do you remember the promise you made to me so long ago, regarding the detection machine?” she asked, “I need you to take it somewhere remote now. It’s complete.”

She motioned to the gem, picking it up and holding it out. “Take this to somewhere at least a thousand miles away from everything divine.”

“No problem!” Vestec took the Gem and flashed away. In an instant he was back, floating in thin air, hand on his chin. “I hope you wanted it on a moon. Cause it’s on a moon’s surface.” 

He spun upside down, looking at Lazarus. “You said the dwarves are preparing to kill things?”

“Yes, I’ve dispatched a section of the militia to organize and prepare for war. They’ll be marching to Xerxes soon,” she responded, seemingly unaffected by his odd sense of orientation. “They’re well-equipped and are lead by many of my magic-wielders. They should at least do something to Xerxes.”

“Oh! Oh! I can help!” Vestec clapped his hands together cheerily. “I can take them there immediately and put them in an advantageous position if they don’t mind being asleep until the battle begins!” He giggled maniacally. “Or sharing space with possessed Ogru. They’ll be asleep too though...probably.”

“They’ve learned to trust my word, if I say it’s the best option, then they will believe it’s the best option. Do what you need to do, as long as they make it there unharmed,” Lazarus responded.

“Perfect perfect perfect! They’ll love their time there I promise. Incidentally, whose side would they be on.” Vestec asked innocently, examining his fingers as he did so. “For administrative reasons, you understand. Things get so unorganized in war. It’s hard to keep track of whose for who.”

“They’re against Xerxes,” she stated matter-of-factly, “this way.” She lead Vestec through a maze of tunnels, eventually coming to an overlook of the main hall. There, six hundred men stood in rows, each one clad in bronze, carrying a bronze pike. About twenty men came to and fro, the psykers of the army.

“Brilliant, just brilliant!” Vestec declared, clapping his hands together as he surveyed the small (literally) army. “I’ll just take them and put them in a very safe place. They’ll love it!” He paused. “Before I go, I noticed how you created Fraux from a piece of Reathos. Very nice! However, I put poor Reathos into the ground so he wouldn’t be disturbed,not yet at least, so I must fix that.”

Vestec disappeared, reappearing before the door that lead to his holy site, Reathos’ corpse. The body of a dead god reached towards the doors, with the souls of the Pronobii swirling around it, trapped by the power of Reathos’ spirit stone and guarded by Reathos’ avatar. The avatar had been driven mad by the death of it’s creator. It prowled around the chamber, behind the massive doors, snarling and wailing. 

 “Let's not have you drawn out just yet…” Vestec murmured gathering all the souls of the Pronobii around him. “You will defend the corpse of your god, for eternity. Until the worthy bring his pieces back together.” Vestec declared, divine power reverberating in his voice and shaking the room. The Pronobii wailed and howled as they were forced into new bodies.

“You are the Guardians of Death, waiting for the worthy to lead you on a new crusade.” Vestec turned his attention to the raving Avatar of Reathos. “You lack the power necessary to test those who would claim to be worthy, and the urge to do so. This will be fixed.” He grasped the head of the Avatar, filling it with power and bloodthirst. It writhed and screamed. 

Vestec dropped it to the ground, walking away. “You have your decree, your task. All that is left to do is wait.” The Avatar picked itself up off the ground, and howled it’s rage to the sky as the doors closed with a definitive thump behind it. “Now...to ensure the ‘worthy’ go questing.” Vestec giggled, cupping his hands and blowing softly into them. A shrieking gale burst forth, going to the far corners of the land.

Vestec reappeared in front of Lazarus. “There! That’s all settled. I’ll be taking your army now, unless there’s something else?” Vestec suddenly paused. “Wait. What’s that?” He turned side to side, like a hound on a scent. Vestec gestured and a  section of wall turned into slithering snakes, hissing as they swarmed towards the darkness of the tunnels. “Ooooh, what’s this?” Vestec cooed, picking up the creature. It’s essence was strange. Close to divinity, but not quite. “Hmmm. The best thing to do is to field test it.” With a gesture, the creature disappeared, heading out in the dangerous and rather insane world.

Lazarus grimaced as Lasis was whisked away. She, however, did not say anything.

One moment, Lasis was deep within tunnels. The next, the sun glared into her sapphire eyes. She lifted a single, wooden arm, protecting herself from the brightness. Next, she climbed to her feet, looking about into the valley that surrounded her. With no other recourse available to her, she began to explore.

Eventually, Lasis came across a small group of sheep, being herded by two large beings. She emerged from the undergrowth, waving at them. The two Tedar, massive compared to the two-foot golem, shared glances with each other curiously as Lasis stepped out into sight.

Lasis then spoke to them, “Hello! I’m Lasis.” She spoke simply, and optimistically. One of the Tedar responded, in a deep voice, “I’m Luk,” and the other Tedar followed suite, “And I’m Giik.” Lasis tilted her head slightly upon hearing their names. Then she grabbed a short stick from the ground, and in some loose dirt began to draw.

The Tedar watched on as the drawing took shape, a fanciful depiction -- for being made with sticks and dirt -- of them, herding sheep. The sheep, meanwhile, continued to not care. Once Lasis completed the work, she sidestepped, allowing the Tedar full view. She dropped the stick, bowing as she motioned towards the work, “It’s you!”

Luk and Giik smiled, crouching to look at the small drawing. “It’s very nice,” commented Luk. They began to talk some more, and then nearing the end of the day, Giik put Lasis on his shoulder, and then the two Tedar began to herd the sheep back to their cave.

Once there, Lasis located some plants near the entrance and mashed them up into pastes. Then, she took her fingers, dipping them into the paste. She began to paint on the walls of the cave, much to the amusement of the Tedar. She painted crude but well-designed scenes of sheep, mountains, and Tedar. Not only that, but she placed herself in a few of the scenes. She continued this through the night until a good portion of the cave was decorated with art.

-1 Might to create the Guardians of Death

-2 Might to empower Reathos’ Avatar.

-0 might to fill it with a bloodthirsty desire for violence. (Free action due to portfolio)

-1 freepoint to spread legend that anyone who gathered all the pieces of Death and brought them to the forbidden door in the Mountain of the World would have an undying army at their beck and call, to the entire world.

-Lazarus finishes the initial design for the divine detection machine.

-Lazarus summons Vestec.

-Vestec takes the machine and sticks it on a moon.

-Vestec takes an army of 625 men to Xerxes.

-Vestec yoinks Lasis, an artificial demigod with no domain, might, or freepoints, but a portfolio of Visual Arts.

-Lasis meets two Tedar and befriends them, drawing all sorts of things along the way.
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