Ikola and Krulsk have gained a level. Krulsk and Death still need to tell me what they want their extra XP for in terms of their begetting.
Summary:
The world is brand new, and as the Elder Thing stops in the heavens to watch, the first Gods, birthed due to a fissioning of nothingness into the opposites of Life and Corruption. Within moments, the Gods fight, and Krulsk wounds Ikola and sends her fleeing, but not before they together bring forth Death, a corruption of Life itself. Death follows Life and after a short conversation begets Nos as the secret knowledge of Death is revealed for the first time. Elsewhere, Umi, a god of tentacles and the ocean, forms itself from nothingness.
No. NO NO NO. You are WRONG. It that was life shouted, lines of golden radiance twitching and twisting in agitation.
Life did not even notice the sudden preocupation of the god before it with the other god exiting its mouth. Instead, in its agitation and abject refusal to admit that its Enemy, for that is the only word to describe something which states that everything must die, could be correct, it spun and spun and willed it not to be so.
And then something happened.
High above in the void, not too distant from where the Elder Thing lay watching in its eternal wait, a flicker of be-ingness was the only warning before, with a loud trumpeting bellow, a living being appeared.
First to form was a glowing core of crackling blue energy that spat arcs of pure lightning in all directions, which seemed to hit some sort of barrier roughly fifty feet away from its core and flow both forward and backwards, defining a rough ovoid of crackling energy that was nearly 200 feet across at one end, and tapered down to twenty five at the other side. Suddenly, the front of the ovid cracked open, revealing static waves of energy that were highly reminiscent of teeth. Within the 'throat' of the creature pulsed the orb which had started the whole process, which now could be seen to 'beat' much as a 'heart' would beat in a being sure to be created at some point in the future.
Independent processes of lightning arced away from the base of the creature, growing in fits and spurts until six large 'tentacles' rested beneath the 'body' of the creature, each reaching easily twice the 400+ foot length of the creature to wave idly in the darkness.
Within moments, the creature's light dimmed as a dense 'cloud' of dissociated particles began to form around it, bound to the electricity by its constantly rotating wich formed a magnetic pull that was difficult for such small objects to resist. Wreathed now in a 'skin' of particles, the beast roared a roar of electrical might, and with a mighty pulsing of its back end, began to float out into the void, brushing by the Elder Thing as it went.
Awestruck at its own power, Life returned its attention to the current situation just in time to witness Nos finish emerging with its 'Pop'.
There are now TWO of them. It thought suddenly, and, as the new god shouted its first Word, Life fled, fleeing without looking where it was going until it nearly collided with another tentacled thing.
Um...Hello. It said, deciding to use the word of greeting that it had been addressed with earlier.
3 PP (1 PP Age discount, also Domain and Generate) Spawn (Superior) Beast: Ea, the Worldswallower: A massive being composed of living electrical energy. Sustained by its own power, it only requires additional matter in order to grow larger, and there is no limit to its eventual size. In its current form, a roughly 500-foot long ovoid that tapers from 200 to 25 feet in length with 6 tentacles and a mouth of sharp teeth.
It is said by some that if a thing is not observed, it does not exist. It is said by others that the universe may observe itself. Throughout all this, the universe watched... and gradually, it began to watch itself watching. The act of observation was itself observed.
As so the Watcher came into being. This was Omus, the god who sees and waits. Omus saw the presence of light and dark, and knew that neither could exist without the other.
Seeing this, Omus took the wheel of the world in his hands, and began to turn it, that life and death might come and go, all life decaying to death, and all death springing forth new life.
Power corrupts. The thing knew that, as it idly lingered in the outer reaches of the void surrounding the world. Letting the whims of gravity drift him along as he writhed in a puddle like form. So with great power, he could corrupt much. He had corrupted a god, then corrupted another god, but neither were corrupted truly. One had been damaged, that was no true corruption. His soul was clean, not filthy and decaying. And the new god, from what little he had seen from his far away view, seemed to be not corrupted either. Simply different from what was intended. Different was not corrupt, different was not unclean.
Unclean. Filth. He desired these things. He wanted the world to be nothing more than a pile of wretched disease, and boils, and acidic, and corrosive mists. He wanted whatever lived on it to be both morally and physically scarred and wretched. He wanted those things. But with great power comes great corruption, and he was not sure if he had this power when all the other gods he had seen seemed so clean. If he did not have the element of surprise, the power to attack first and rip, and rent, and tear, and eat, and main, and crush, and kill his enemy, would he survive?
He could not corrupt the world in one fell swoop. He could not make it bubble, and boil, and stink, and seethe, and belch, and writhe with his power. The world was big, and he was small. But he could blight a chunk of it. A big chunk. He would make the world his, one small step at a time.
The earth was from where he had come, rushing, and writhing, and raging, and hungering, so he had a certain kinship with it. If the corruption would begin... it would begin with this. Lowering himself down, the mass of pink tentacles, and ooze, and filth, and teeth, and bone, and flesh dripped some of its pink ichor onto the earth, willing it to create filth, corrupt the world with its power. And so, it did. The pink ichor began to grow, liquifying and spreading into some sort of green acidic substance that belched black smoke into the air. The earth, perhaps out of self-preservation, perhaps out of wishing to serve its master, incased the stuff in stone mountains, hollowed out so that the stuff could see the open air it sought to corrupt. The smoke billowed out for miles and miles, and Krulsk smiled at how the ground underneath it trembled, darkened, and was desecrated.
Krulsk Actions: 2PP (with Domain) Command: Krulsk wills the earth to create a large cluster of volcano like mountains. Rather than having magma, however, they contain acidic liquid filth that pumps a huge cloud of pollution over a large chunk of the world. The land beneath it is blighted, the light dim, and the rain (when there is any) highly acidic. Generic: 1/2, Domain: Corruption: 0/1, Skills: G: 1/1 I: 0/0 E:0/0, Combat: 1.
You guys realize that this is the forum to discuss homebrew mechanics and settings, right? Not a place for rp or related to just a party running a game.
This isn't the place for in character or out of character threads. Run games somewhere else.
Sir, you fail to see what is being made here. This is the creation of a new setting from within itself. Instead of making the setting objectively as people, we are making a setting subjectively as the beings within the setting. So, on that note, this is a perfect place to run this as it is a homebrew setting set in the homebrew forums.I can not think of a better place for this!
Witness the birth of a brand new setting! With lots of luck and love, it could be as fantastic as one of the major settings. But it is only as successful as the people in it. The more we have, the better the setting is. How else do you think the major settings like, dragonlance, forgotten realms, dark sun, and such were made? They were born!
If you don't like it, then don't play. That simple. Move on. We know who we are and what we are doing and where we are doing it. Lets all play nice and have fun! It's just a game.
So, if you like what you see, please join us in hopefully making one of the best settings ever possible. Just remember, we can not do it with out you!
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
There is a longhistory of havinggamessuch as these in this forum. Looking up "Lords of Creation" will return 6+ incarnations of this game. We have previously cleared it with the administrators of the forums and have been given permission to be here.
If you had taken the time to actually read the first post of the OOC instead of interrupting our IC thread (come on! Now we have to explain what the strange voice from the heavens who claims that the gods of the world doesn't belong is doing! ), you would see that we are not 'running a party.' We are, as Joran has expertly put it, developing a homebrew campaign setting. It may not be being created in the standard way that you might be used to, by people brainstorming and posting completed areas of the setting, but it is being created nonetheless, piece by piece. If we are upsetting anyone by our presence, we apologize, but we are trying to be as unobtrusive as possible and only take up two threads.
Mastercliff, while we do appreciate the concern, this is not the place for it. There is an OOC thread for such a thing. We'd greatly appreciate it if you would delete you post here and move it there. If not that, please at least put it in a spoiler tag.
Joran, would you mind doing the same? Keeping the IC thread clean of off topic OOC stuff would be nice.
um... Toph, you too?
Thanks!
One of Nos's heads watched as the bright god ran away. That was a curious state of affairs, one that he'd have to look into in the near future. However, that would be imprudent at the moment. One head continued to look in the direction of Life and Ocean, but the other two now fixed themselves entirely on the being who had created it. He had already said hello, but it seemed to be taking this being a while to process what had just happened. He couldn't blame it: after all, he assumed that it wasn't every day that one had a new creature climb out of one's mouth (at least, he certainly hoped not: it was unpleasant enough being the one doing the climbing, he'd rather not experience the process from the other perspective).
Still he waited, but no response. Perhaps this one didn't know what "hello" meant? That was a possibility. Maybe he should try something else... Nos thought through what words he knew, which was a pitiful few, considering that he had only a few moments to learn what language was and how to communicate. "Hello" seemed like it had fit best, but that wasn't doing the trick. Instead, Nos tried to come up with a new word that might better get the other being's attention. Something fun, something that would delight the tongue. Ah yes, that was the ticket.
Nos straightened up, looked at death square in the... well... frontal region, and said, gravely, "Zebras."
It was a good bit of nonsense, but he liked the word enough that he'd have to keep it in mind for later. He'd give it a proper meaning, then.
A black head reared from the centre of the mass of string-like materials that made up Death's god-form. It was very much like the other one's heads, but of course, it was not his head. It was attached to Death and thus, presumably, was Death's head. But then, it was so obviously Nos' head in appearance that one couldn't exactly be totally sure. Nevertheless, the head reared, the mouth opened, and spoke in the voice that Nos had used to speak his scant few words.
"Zebras?"
Like before, with Life, it was his voice, but it was not his voice. In fact, in many ways it was everything his voice was not, but then, somehow that made it all the more his voice.
Umi blinked up at the sky. Where there had been nothing, there was now a great electrical beast. And there, off to the left, pink clouds. Clouds that, even this far away, made Umi shudder and gurgle. Were there other things out there, strange shapes that seemed to move, as if alive? Perhaps. Perhaps not. The creature turned, trying to distance itself from whatever lurked on the horizon.
It had glided some distance, but then it paused. Something was about to happen. It's tentacle began to move, dancing across the ground faster and fast until they were nothing but a blur. Then they stopped. On the ground were several strange shapes and intricate patterns. Ocean, thought the creature. Another unbidden thought. It plunged a tentacle into the center of the drawings, and a surge of energy passed through the hovering being.
The ground began to split open. Cracks, spreading across the surface of the planet, widening, deepening. They stretched for miles in mere seconds. Then water began to pour forth. Bursting from the ground like geysers in some places, quietly seeping forth in others. But the ground didn't stop tearing itself open when the water began. It continued stretching outwards. Soon, water, gently rippling, covered the land all around the hovering creature. Umi decided that what it saw before it was an ocean.
The creature was tired. But there was still energy pulsing inside of it. And there was more work to be done. Ocean. It projected that word, along with an image of the glittering surface before it, far out over the surface of the planet. If there truly were other creatures like Umi out there, perhaps they would hear. Perhaps they would come and join in the celebrating the creation of the first water. Perhaps not.
Then Umi plunged beneath the surface of its creation. There was another world underneath the surface, but one just as barren as the one above. Umi began to swim, gently pulsating its body to glide through the water. It's tentacles writhed, and life spiraled away from the creature. Simple plants, strange microscopic creatures, animals protected by hard outer shells, and so much more!
Fish, a scaly creature had just come into existence. Umi gurgled, it like this one. He began to create fish, so many kinds of fish, pausing every bow and again when names popped into its head. Then the creature was done. It was exhausted, there was no more it could do. So Umi began to drift about, exploring its new realm.
Actions: Command (Greater): 3 PP - Created an ocean. Or, a large sea, rather. A watery expanse covering part of the planet's surface. Depth varies greatly. Nourish: 1 PP - Filled the ocean with sea life. Plankton, seaweed, coral, mollusks, and many kinds of fish. No sharks, whales, or cephalopods.
), you would see that we are not 'running a party.' We are, as Joran has expertly put it, developing a homebrew campaign setting. It may not be being created in the standard way that you might be used to, by people brainstorming and posting completed areas of the setting, but it is being created nonetheless, piece by piece. If we are upsetting anyone by our presence, we apologize, but we are trying to be as unobtrusive as possible and only take up two threads.
