It is time once more for a reset. It gives me great pleasure to reintroduce to our lovely game Nerdzul, back from an absence, and more importantly, Sina and Camu... back from VERY long absences! We'll just waive the silly leveling PP for now, as you all know what you're doing.
The swarms swirled around the god when they could, what ground-bugs remained moving a circle below him, as though a black vortext in the ground, then once again begin to take crude approximations of humanoid forms, the thrumming voice splicing together bits and pieces of statements to try and form a whole.
A cold wind began blowing down from the Sunshroud mountains onto the continent below. In Bahetshep, the Bahenet gripped their cloaks tightly to their bodies as the gusts of wind blew... and soon, it began to snow...
"No, no. I am Itja-Rek. You cannot be me. Are you made up of these insects, or do you direct them? Do you know this Other one?" Itja-Rek gestured towards the figure in the Orb. "Where do you come from?"
That was a weird night, the dreams was odd for everyone who could sleep, they sensed a world plunged in ethereal darkness, obscured, stalked by horrors spawned from the nightmares of a demented dreamer. When that day the sun did not raise that morning fear begun to spread among those who bathe in daylight.
When the mortal begun to tremble and pray to their gods to be given back the blessing of the light, some of them fearing to have caused their wrath trough sin a vast circle of light appeared into the sky, a crown that surrounded a black orb, a vision from hell, or heaven… Those who watched directly into the sky soon found out that the light could hurt their eyes, the ones who thrived in the dark felt again its burning touch… Slowly the disk of shadows receded, the light freed from its grasp, dispersing the nightmare of the ethereal night.
A few however was left with the impression that within that disk of blackness there was some kind of presence, a sleeping beast or a wicked malevolence, that coiled around the disk, craving to devour the light again.
For centuries Daxos was asleep, a massive pool of darkness, flat as a tranquil see, hidden within the darkest recess of Mishway, in the void left by the lands captured by the worldwarp. The god stirred and darkness plunged into the world, twitching and swirling, attracted by the light of the sun, solified as a large orb… A black moon whose unpredictable path some time obscured the light, slowly adapting its “orbit” to mirror the one of the sun, doomed one day to bring an ethereal eclipse.
x PP Mold, a disk of darkness that "orbit" with the sun and the star in the middle of the world, its movemnets are unpredictable but slowly tend to synchronize with the sun (however it'll never happen during the game timeline unless forced by the direct influence of the gods). How much should I spend for that? I was also thinking that maybe I can make it some kind of "superior spawn" maybe, what do you think about that?
0 PP - Daxos still sleeping form float to cover the dark "moon".
Nerzul, that seems either 4PP-moldish to me, or you could make it a superior spawn, although that would potentially lead to very interesting concequences! You could also consider making it a world-artifact of a sort. All are 4 PP. How lovely that we have synchronized all those PP costs!
Also, we are trying something a little different to provide some spice and prompt new opportunities for RP and interaction between our peoples. An Ice Age cometh! Lets explore where this is going to go.
Although the dark disk of Daxos did not dim the light forever, the small reduction in the light from the sun was enough to tip a delicate balance. Ever since The God and Goddess of Seasons had left the world, returning back to the Otherness from which all Gods came, the world had waited as if on a razor's edge to see what would happen next.
And what happened next was Winter. From the Sunshroud mountains, the wind blew out over the continent, carrying with it the cold air from the mountain passes, which blanketed the earth with a fine tracing of snow, which grew as the day went on. To the north, for the first time ever, the Archipelago of Culthet was traversable by foot as the waters around it froze, and the Triskelion, that three-peaked hill, transformed into an icy snowscape, the Eladrin huddling within their mighty halls at the biting cold. To the north, the Soulshard nation stoked their fires and released the full power of their elemental magics to keep warm, and in the west, the Bahenet looked with despair at the ice-covered passes, wondering how they were to make it to the Altar of Initiation now.
To the northwest of the Triskelion, across the river, the halflings and ogres looked about as the snow fell, eying their tree-top homes and wondering how they were to keep warm, here where fire was never a welcome guest.
And in the Mushroom forest, all around the meeting gods, the snow began to fall.
~Forest of Flesh~
As the snow began to fall on the Forest of Flesh, The Reaper crooned with her mind to the woodsman who had managed to make his way all the way to the central clearing, braving the succubi and other dangers to make it here where the voice in his head had been calling out for him.
Come closer the Naga thought, drawing the man forward with intoxicating messages and visions, toying with the man's psyche as easily as clay. Finally, the foolish man drew near to the bark and reached out to touch the symbol embalzoned on its side. A flash of light filled the clearing, and suddenly the man was gone, and in his place stood the Reaper.
"Free! I am free at last!" She cried out, relishing the feel of the air on her skin and the ability to move more than her eyes. She looked back at the Tree which had been her prison for so long.
"Sorry." She said, and slithered off into the trees, making a track through the white powder.
And within the tree, a woodsman silently screamed.
4 PP: Create Artifact(World-Artifact): The Great Winter. For lack of a better place to classify this, the Great Winter is basically an artifact that every turn dumps cold and snow on the top half of the world (Sairok? I don't remember). It is not useable for PP (although if forced to choose, it makes nourish PP), and in general is only there for RP purposes... for now 4/9 +3/3 remaining
Hunger that’s what they felt, rage, the winter has starved them, their families was dying and the hunters could not came back with enough food for everyone, most of them could only dream of a grim future, they felt the dark touch of the black sun on their skin, the cold crawling into their bones. Their community was too far from help, abandoned and lone…
One day a lone hunter watching his children slowly fall into the cold sleep of death, wowed to offer anything to any power that could save his family, his prayers to the gods ignored, maybe carried away by the winter wind, carried to dark ears, during the night, a sinister voice answered his prayers… As the legend goes by the dark challenged the hunter to respect his offer, it told him that it will take everything from him, but that in the end his people will endure… The hunter accepted, the dark voice guided him deeper into the forests, sent horrors spawned from his deepest nightmares to challenge him. He performed unspeakable rituals in the name of the voice and in the end it granted him his reward.
No one knows what species the hunter originally came from, as the voice reshaped him and his people fully, taking from them their bodies, their minds and their souls, the voice forged new beings from the mortal clay. Strengthening their muscles, thickening their skin, protecting them from the cold with a dark or white mantle, granting powerful claws and fangs, sharpening their senses so that no prey can escape even the youngest of their kind. In their minds, it left the hunger and rage, awakening powerful bestial urges without totally extinguishing their intellect; it instilled within them a lust for the flesh of sentient beings, compelling, but not strong enough to cloud their judgment. Finally within the depths of their sub-conscious minds the voice hid the memories of their weakness, the fear of losing everything that brought that original hunter to sacrifice everything.
At first only a small community was turned, but the voice granted to the first hunter the power to make others of his kind, by infecting them with his blood. Soon larger tribes of the “Pure” as they begun to call themselves spread in the coldest and most inhospitable regions of the land, turning or butchering the small communities that lived within their territories.
So I’ll make the last expense 4 pp (maybe a mold in the end)
3 PP Shape Populace “Purebred Werebeast”, they are not shapeshifters, once they get into the feral form after being turned they could not shift back and their mindset is changed, the turning process is long extremely painful, but almost impossible to reverse, no vestige of the original race remain, just a vaguely humanoid build.
OOC: I don’t have a clear understanding of what civilizations are around and where, that's why I remain super generic hehe... Can I get a quick recap? Is there a map (maybe a political one) somewhere in the wiki or the ooc?
The cold came early this year in the southern part of the continent. Most thought it was just a fluke in the weather, but the sailors knew better. Something was changing on the wind. Something was coming. With the cold came the storms. With the storms came harder times and less fishing. The elders where hoping they had enough food to last the upcoming winter. The church having a harder time hiding it, only had one thing on their mind: Where was their god? Where was Astriluxus?
Somewhere in the Caverns of Davos, Godspire~
Pollux was slowly making his way through the labyrinthe caverns slowly finding his way up(down?) to the center where he started to see small patrols of orcs. Hiding the best he can from these new creatures, it was the first sign of actual civilization that he had seen in quite a while.
Somewhere in the hive~
The pile of objects shifted suddenly as a bright flash emitted from somewhere inside. Anyone watching would have thought they where seeing things.
A little ring jingled on the ground near some naga. Just as soon as one was about to bend down to look at it it started to grow. Not two minutes later a reptilian humaniod was standing in the place of the ring. Stretching out he saw the shocked naga. "Oh! Hello! Sorry to startle you." looking around "Crap I must have fainted again. Stupid ring form, and stupid space-time fluxes!" Looking down at his new body "Oooooo! I look like a dragonborn! Excellent! Wait till Aaviz sees this! huh? oh nevermind and dont worry about anything either, all will be well!" He starts to walk away from the still startled and shocked naga when he calls back "The name is astriluxus! It might come in handy one day!" and with that he walks in some random direction.