God-RP

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Got my laptop back yesterday, will be able to RP today, tomorrow and on tuesday.

IC:
Sharûk was on the doorstep of Methos' Castle, weary and soaked in blood. He hammered two times on the gate then sat down, too tired to do anything.

OOC: An one more thing, only I and Fussiler1 is allowed to Rp the Upper God.
(he isn't quite dead yet)

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC:

The people of the village had a grand feast in the night, celebrating the death of the grand beast that had been attacking their ships. Nicanor enjoyed the party and was a honour guest. On eleven o'clock, firework had been lit that could've been seen across all of the peninsula of Loloa. And then, the people who had enough were gone to home, while the hardcore party-celebrators stayed.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"I cannot delay anymore. I must find someone to talk to!" Sharûk muttered, then mounted his Warboar and started the journey to the Forgemaster's residence.

Sharûk focused his divine energy to deliver a vision to one of his most zealous followers, the War Priest Shalay. "You must gather your village around my banner and travel to the new lands. I give you the task of founding a kingdom in my honor, a warrior kingdom. Rally my followers, make them flock around my banner. Go my disiple, do as I command." The young captain woke up from her sleep. Her blood boiling and the image of her god still showing in her mind. She quickly dressed, grabbed her flail and holy symbol, and walked to the village square.

 

[Crazy Cow]

Jeerax, after drifting half-in, half-out of sleep for a while, slowly climbed out of his bed and stretched, yawning tremendously. Thinking about the day ahead, he was walking towards the main hall of his temple when he was assaulted by the booming voice of Methos.
"Meet me in the Gray Plane," it boomed. "Two days. I have something for a trade." After the disembodied voice finished, there was a soft thud as something hit the floor.
After recovering from the shock, Jeerax walked over to the object that had fell out of the air. It was a scroll, with a skull on it. Picking it up, Jeerax wondered what Methos had to trade.
Well, he would figure out. After quickly eating breakfast, Jeerax once again took flight, this time heading for the Gray Realm of Death. It had been nearly two days since the Upper God's meeting, and it would take a while for Jeerax to arrive at the Gray Planes anyway.

OOC:
Once you get back, SoL, assume that Jeerax has arrived.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

Suddenly, a vision of the Death god appeared before Sharûk's eyes. Without even talking, Sharûk understood that he had been summoned to the Gray Planes. He turned his boar around and started to journey back again.

 

[Fussiler1]

After that night, he teached them the secrets of the knowdledge the natives didn't knew yet.. new fishing techniques and much more. Loloa was, him willingly or not, getting devout to him and asked to build a shrine to him..

 

[SoLmaster]

The gates were opened and there stood methos in his armor. "Keep the gate opened, my friend came here and now he will dome back.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

Sharûk rode his boar into the open gates of Methos' castle. "Greetings, unliving, where are your master?" he asked a nearby guard.

 

[SoLmaster]

"I'm right here." His armor was moving with him like it was not there. "I ask for you help in the war. The price will be anything you ask for." He was now next to a horse. "We'll talk on the way."

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"I have some serious news, there have been a massive demon assault on my domain. It was a battle almost too challenging for even me, I barely managed to fight off the demons. I fear The Primordial's awakening" Sharûk spoke in a grim and angry tone.

OOC: Good night, back tomorrow.

 

[SoLmaster]

Methos hid his fear, he can see everything. "I will give you the souls of the few warriors who want to stay here. Some things are beyond my power. Lets go to Khuqua one last time. White scythe, come here." A great white horse with black armor came to methos and he hoped one. "You lead the way."

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: i have absolutely not a single clue of whats going on oO this RP is so confusing!

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: Ok, here's an up to date start to finish my version.
Upper god is dieing and every one is preparing for war. Psion's group consists of the runemaster and his army, Nicanor is citing a rebellion with the tribes of the east, Me and war are heading over to runemaster. Oh and every one is heading west while I build two armies on in the new lands and back in the old lands.

IC: A scroll appeared in front of Nicanor. It bore the seal of death and was wrapped in a white cloth. It opened to a voice completely unknown to him. "Methos, god of death, asks you and your tribes join his side. He does not need the followers of this land but see to protect them as a friend. If not, he will not attack the tribes but instead move around them. Reply your response." It was different then the others it had a quill with no ink.
A skull appeared in the temple. It opened it's mouth and spoke. "Time is now. Cast all you magics and call an army worthy of undeath. A book is in your mausoleum and it will stay there until the next necrotic king." It fades into the statue of him. His priests started to run to the grand graveyard and summon undead, most zombies and skeleton. The other statues were being summoned to the necropolis. There they would stand guard over the only natural entrance and exit. The Undead number have grown pass 200,000 units and kept growing as necromancers summoned graveyard over graveyard of bodies.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: I do not have any tribes .. yet, but thanks for the tip to get them, since they fit. But your version?

Nicanor had agreed on a shrine, but the next morning, he was gone to the north, for he had heard that the Nomads were there, and they had been his natural followers since decades
Finally, after travelling across the steppes, he saw an encampement.
''Greetings!'' he shouted as he entered the camp. They looked surprised at him.
''Who are you?'' asked a tall man harshly.
''I am Nicanor, the Traveller!'' he answered friendly.
The nomads nodded to each other and let him in.

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua were patiently waiting for the caslte to arrive at this lair.
He couldn't wait to get forging.

 

[mato2]

As they reached Khuqua's underground lair, Psion sent a new messenger to Bandal, accepting his terms, and calling him to the flying castle, which would serve as a Headquarters for this alliance, he also sent another messenger after Jeerax, for it seemed he hadn't recieved the first proposition. "We're here Khuqua, those two items are your highest priority, the second will be arming yourself and Bandal, and after that reinforcing my automation army, since after all they are made of metal, and we will need much more than i currently have. The blacksmith automations can make other automations, but of iron and steel, which can be destroyed by mortal hands. I need you to make a celestium army, and if you need a workforce, you can take as many automations as you please."

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Celestium is rare, so I doubt you can create an entire army.

IC:
Shalay had rallied close to 60 000 people loyal to Sharûk, they were now in a forest close to the coastline building ships to carry them over the ocean and to the new lands. She hoped that her master would be pleased when she had carried out his orders.

 

[mato2]

OOC: Khuqua can amke any metal appear as one of his powers, at least i think so, and i wasn't aiming at an entire celstium army, there are alloys and runes to harden the automations

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Ok, if it doesen't turn out too OP I'll allow you to do this sruff.

 

[mato2]

OOC: I don't intend to godmod( no pun intended)

 

[Exoplasma]

After endless hours of riding, Bandal finally arrived at the Flying Castle, standing just outside of the castle's gates.Followed by two of his best champions, he passed through the opened gate and walked toward the main building, where Psion resided.

 

[Fussiler1]

After a day with the Nomads, Nicanor had convinced them to become his followers, and to lead the people of the Steppes to victory. The next day, he and the tribe moved on to other tribes, trying to convert them to his cause.

 

[mato2]

"Ah, Come in, we must talk of war." Psion waved Bandal in. A messenger was dispatched to find Nicanor and convert him to Psion's cause.

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua had gotten the Forge of the Starts merged into his layer.
He picked up his hammer, and started on the work on reforging the talismans and creating the continumm war gear.
"Let's get to work..."

 

[Exoplasma]

Following the messenger, he met Psion face to face. "Greetings,God of Psyche,Psion"" he said, bowing before him. "You wanted to talk to me about the upcoming and inevitable war,wasn't it?" he asked the God.

 

[SoLmaster]

A scroll appeared in front of methos. It bore the grand seal. "It's time. I ask for your help in this war. Will you join me or will you join Psion? If you head over to the rune forger, he will ask you to join Psion. I won't force this but I won't be here when you get back. Take Jeerax and ask him who's side does he want. Don't force him. You must go to the eternal castle after words." Methos rode off with speed that was known to be the fastest. He arrived at the castle. He entered with a fast pace. "I got your message. Who is it?"

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: "The Grand Seal"?
If you're indicating a letter from the great god, then gyrosphinx actually allready said that only he and fussiler could play him.

If that's not what you're saying, that post makes no sense to me

 

[mato2]

OOC: Me neither :O

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Ok SoL, what's going on?

Leaving tomorrow, back for a quick rp on tuesday, and totally back on friday.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Leaving alot eh?
Have fun.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC:
SoL? I have arrived at your gates. Could you do something about that?
I will go see Psion after I talk with Methos. SoL got to me first.

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: Sorry but he gone. But he has a letter for you when you enter.

The gates opened to see a letter with the words Jeerax written in red. It read. Will you join me, I will help your trade. Psion side will ask as well. This too was written in red.

Edit: It the third day and tomorrow is the Start of the war.

 

[Crazy Cow]

Jeerax sighed. Of course, the other gods were trying to drag him into the war for the title of Upper God, and Methos hadn't even bothered to meet him in person to ask such an important question. Jeerax honestly shouldn't be surprised; as much as he would like to be independent, someone would force Jeerax's hand at one point or another.
Seeing as Methos wasn't there, Jeerax set off on the journey back to his own residence. However, before he made it back he was intercepted by a messenger from Psion. Sighing again, Jeerax paused for a moment, loathing the idea of wasting time when he could be rallying worshipers in the new land. However, he didn't want to insult the more powerful God, so he once again turned around and headed to Psion's residence.

 

[Fussiler1]

After a while Nicanor had most of the nomads on the Steppes under his banner as his followers, but he waited, in his own tent, for someone to light the gunpowder.. War would come, that would been certain.
Suddenly he saw a man at the horizon, bearing Psion's sign.

OOC: Your messenger.

 

[mato2]

OOC: It's more of an automation than a man. :O


IC:The messenger approached and spoke " I have a message for Nicanor, the greater deity Psion requests that you visit him at his flying castle, currently situated over Khuqua's lair, he has a proposition." and with that the messenger took off. Heading for one of the temples.



OOC: You can use the temples to get to me faster if you want to.

 

[Fussiler1]

He sighed..
''Temujin, you'll have the lead for a while.'' he said to a friend of him.
He transformed into a bird and flew to Khuqua's lair.

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua had finished the first talisman.
He held it up, it was fine peice of craft.
"I wonder how many lives will be extinguished due to this piece of metal."
He sighed. It was the fate of the smith to create the tool, and live with the fact that he
were partly responsible for somebody who either deserved it or not's death.
And for a smith such as Khuqua, that fact had grown huge.
He usually made that bearable by telling himself that somebody else would do it if he didn't.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC:
Jeerax has now arrived at Psion's castle.

 

[Phoonix]

Grandol arrives at his island and his ships strikes down onto the water. as the report said a pirate ship was there already preparing to leave the island. "hahahahaha... lets pay those fools a little visit shall we." Grandols ship Death and Decay starts sailing to the other ship and finally stops right next to it. Grandol jumps on the rail and looks around, the pirates had already seen him and trembled in fear. they had stepped on sacred ground and stole the treasure of their god. Grandol started laughing, he then drew his blade and made a cut in the air. a few moments later the pirate ship was cut in hald and started sinking "You fools have defied me... you will now be send to the new world and sail those waters as cursed pirates, you shall do my biding for the rest of your lives. Grandol cast the curse and then raised from the depths of the sea one of his personal ships, the cursed Galleon 'Fiend' "from this day on... mortals, you will sail the seas of the new land and gather followers to my cause! you will plunder endlessly, and bring that treasure to this island. now go, to the new land!" Grandol started laughing again, the fear of the pirates drained away and made place for despair... they had been fools for ever coming here.

OOC: hehe a bit of chaos is headed to the new world xD

 

[mato2]

IC: "Ah Jeerax, You probably know why you're here, and obviously joining me is the sanest option. Remaining neutral isn't something you can do, and you know that. And as for Methos, no one has actually joined his cause yet, and the faster this war ends, the more of the world there will be left to trade with. Don't you agree?". Psion had received word that Nicanor was coming, and that the first talisman was finished. He sent two flying messengers to Grandol, and the God Of War, the final pieces of the puzzle. "Let's pay a visit to Khuqua shall we? He wved both Jeerax and Bandal to follow him as he headed down to Khuqua's lair.

 

[Exoplasma]

"This is not time for visits,Psion.Although no one has joined his cause yet,Methos is enough dangerous by himself,he could easily bring our demise,he is after all...the God of Death." he exclaimed with slight fear but at the same time, marking the significance of taking immediate actions.

 

[mato2]

" Powerfull he may be, but he is not that powerfull, now follow me i have something to show you." Psion picked up the pace."After all Khuqua's right beneath us."

 

[Fussiler1]

Finally, in the distance he saw the castle and he squeeked, lowering.
He transformed back into a human some metress above the ground and he landed on the castle-ground.
''Nice castle, eh?'' he mumbled to himself.

 

[mato2]

He was greeted by a Custodian, the hallow armor spoke " Master Psion has instructed me to tell you that he has gone down to master Khuqua's lair, and that you should follow him." With that the spirit walked off.

 

[Fussiler1]

He nodded.
''What is he up to?'' he mumbled, but he followed the instuctions and went down to Khuqua's lair.

 

[Dragonson]

"Hrm. Can't you see i'm working?"
Khuqua said when he heard people entering his forge.

 

[Exoplasma]

Bandal was marveled by the beauty of the Forge,truly a God's Forge he thought "My sincerest apology ,Forgemaster, but we were led here for some indefinite reason." he replied back to the Khuqua.

 

[Fussiler1]

Nicanor had arrived and had entered the lair.
He wasn't impressed of much things, but this did impress him.
Finally, he spotted the group and he quickly transformed into a rat, watching them from behind a rock.

 

[Phoonix]

IC: Grandol stepped back onto his ship, as he was about to take off a messenger appears. "what is it messenger, what do you have to tell me?"

 

[mato2]

Psion walked up to Khuqua, "Sorry for interrupting you, but i need to see the talisman."

At Grandol

"You have been summoned to the flying castle by the Greater Deity Psion."