God-RP

[The World Is Flat]

"haahahahah" he roared aloud. "you, whoever, wherever you are... have gone too far. i give you ONE last chance... the temptation to seal you in the void is becoming too great already. you rudeness knows no bounds." He called

 

[Fussiler1]

''But the question is..''
''Would it be wise to do so?''
''I have something you need.. and you'll only find out later, if you took the right decision.. no?''

 

[The World Is Flat]

Suddenly. Methuselah relaxed.

"so then, why have you come to ssek out old Father Time, my young, hidden friend?" he asked in a relaxed friendly manner. "its because you have somthing i want? or because i have somthing you want? And you think your very clever? hahaha! he raised his hand. and a ball of no-light appeared in his hand and expanded. distorting the area around it. "ah... the void...." he said soothingly... getting closer to detecting the whereabouts of the voice...

 

[Gyrosphinx]

IC:
"Watch your tounge, unseen. And Methuselah, please have patience. I do not wish blood spilled on my plane without my concent! Show yourself, stranger!"

OOC: DMW, you're a fast builder! things aren't finshed in a matter of posts, once is ok, but please don't repeat it.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Clever?'' he asked, chuckling.
''Anyways.. what you need, hm?''
''You need information, support, and most of all; me..''

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"I belive I recognize your voice, Nicanor! Now please, reveal yourself, no harm will come to any of you on my plane, unless I wish to of course."

 

[Fussiler1]

A great laughter filled the room, and suddenly he appeared from behind a rock.
''The joke was good.'' he said, wiping the tears out of his eyes.

 

[Exoplasma]

In the Old World
The raging and turbulent sea. But somehow the island stood firm in the face of the sea, as if it was protected by magic. Magic, indeed magic was protecting it. While not visible in a human's eyes, should something interact with the island, it is knocked back metres away. The same thing happened with the blue waves who suddenly crackled and sundered when they touched the island's shores.

This was Avanor's residence, Gavudum, the Lorekeeper's Dome. There he constantly invoked new spells and observed those who used his magic. Ignorant of the current events happening, he lived normally and continued his task in guarding both magic and lore.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Ah... good to have you back!

 

[The World Is Flat]

The void dissapeared from methuselah's fist.

"who is this one Sharuk?" he spoke iquiringly. "i have not met him before... nor do i recall him."

 

[Gyrosphinx]

This, my friend, is Nicanor, god of travel and roads. He, as me is not a part of Psion's alliance, at least not yet."

 

[The World Is Flat]

"Well greetings nicanor. but why try to fool us in this way? what is the value in it?" he asked again... a little disappointed in this other beings child-like behavior.

 

[Crazy Cow]

An enormous sphere filled the room, that looked like a map of the planet. Jeerax walked up to it, looking to see how out-of-date it was.

 

[Dragonson]

It wasn't. It was exactly the opposite.
On it, small miniatures were moving around from town to town, indicating travelling merchants, caravans and other trade-related things.
Khuqua smiled.
"I found it underground. It was broken, but i could easily figure out what it was meant to be, so i repaired it. It's quite an astounding piece of art."

 

[Exoplasma]

OOC
Are you still gathering allies?Avanor may prove helpful if so ^^

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: I belive the only one gathering followers is Psion, Sharûk have decided to fight only the demons, and Methos goes solo into the war with Psion.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Where is SoL, btw?
He's been pretty silent since we rejected his necro titan.
The same in my RP actually. We had some issuses there too.

Edit: Post 1,111!

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: I belive he might feel... pushed around. I don't think he enjoyed all others rejecting his plans.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: I kind of understand him. :S
But if we don't do the "pushing around", someone else will eventually. :/

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Aye, and I belive we do it to help him become a better roleplayer.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: yeah... i Lich-kings rp with him, he always posted irrevelantly and tried to control the rp. he tried to make god-chars... ect. we just had to tell him no and i (king was gone for ahwile) botted him out. he came back right away and kept doing it... no one wanted to RP with him... he just has to let the rp flow...

 

[Exoplasma]

OOC
Still, I think he won't endure more under these bitchslaps he constantly gets.

Anyway its about time we roleplay!

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Agreed, but I'm going to bed now, gnight.

 

[Exoplasma]

OOC
Good night from me likewise!

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: Sorry if that's too fast. But, as I said, most of their work are only planting seeds and building Plantations (Quite Small). Although the Infrastructure is maybe too fast.

IC:
"Hm... This plane is really named for it's surrounding", Gilzarra said as he arrived to the Plane of Eternal Combat by Teleport. Gilzarra walked through the Plane of Eternal Combat to find Sharûk.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: yeah... i Lich-kings rp with him, he always posted irrevelantly and tried to control the rp. he tried to make god-chars... ect. we just had to tell him no and i (king was gone for ahwile) botted him out. he came back right away and kept doing it... no one wanted to RP with him... he just has to let the rp flow...

OOC: What do you mean? I RPed with him. .

''What the point of this was?'' he repeated.
He smiled.
''Simple. You've shown me your attitude, your character and your actions.'' he reacted.
''But also, it was quite funny.''

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC i mean that no one really did a back and fourth with him without the inclusion of him going and doing somthing... no offfense intended...

Methusealh laughed suddeny. A huge booming, friendly laugh that anyone nearby feel at home in his presence. "well that it was! hahaha!" he boomed out. "i guess i've been a little off ever since i awoke and heard the terrible news of the upper god's death!" he looked glum for a moment... remembering somthing... "i doubt that what you just saw is an accurate representation of my charachter!" he continued. patting Nicanor on the back.

 

[Fussiler1]

He grinned.
''Maybe.''

 

[The World Is Flat]

"hahaha he turned around to Sharuk," commenting "hahahaha i like this young'un!" in his newfound boyancy. "but there is a time for everything my young, mischevious friend. and the time is neigh for me to resume contact with my followers..." he nodded to both of them and a portal of the same no-light startted to appear a few feet away...

 

[Gyrosphinx]

Sharûk stood in silence, lifting his hand to say good bye.

 

[Fussiler1]

He nodded, but his thoughts were already somewhere else..
They had flown through the sky, to the forge of Khuqua.
He thought back of the sword and completely forgot about the rest.

 

[The World Is Flat]

"we shall speak again soon. i shall leave this rift here so that we may commune when nessicery." and with that he vanished into the rift...

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Your keyboard is truly fuckin' up flat.

 

[Crazy Cow]

Jeerax walked around the globe, marveling at it. Not only was it extremely useful, but it was quite beautiful; it had all the colors of the real world, but on a microscopic scale.
"I would give you quite a lot for this, Khuqua," he said.

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua laughed.
"I'm not a man who works to get paid, Jeerax.
You can have it as long as i can come and look at it once in a while."
He poked one of the caravans, and it got out of course.
But only for a second, then it were back in it's normal position.
"It is truly a beauty. Whoever made it must've been a far better smith than me, and a far better technician and magican than Psion."
He sighed.
"I've been trying to figure out how it's made. But i can't.
I can't make a hole in it to see what's inside, i can't find out from the outside and i can't make any magical scanns on it.
It's one bloody hell of a mystery."

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: My PC is dead. So I'm using one of my friends.

IC: Leviticus stood in the war room in the necropolis. He counted every attack at this place with careful counters. "This, God Psion, is good. My father was to kind with these guys. I am the son of death and nature,that makes me more powerful then Psion. You guys run thing until I come back." He walked out of the area and appeared next to nicanor. "So your Nicanor, I bow to you, sir." He did a proper bow. His branch wing folded back and a staff appeared. "Whould you mind a talk?"

 

[Fussiler1]

''Hum.. sure not, speak.''
He sounded quite surprised and worried.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion worked quickly to make contact with his followers. he opened up dead channels of commune, tapped into the power of their offerings and worship. and spread the news among his followers that the god of time has awoken. Wotan, Arch Chronopriest, was relived to have power flowing through his church and blood again... the church of time would be strong once more!

OOC: is there a map? what kingdoms are there? who has an alliance with who?

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: There is a map in the Construction thread.

 

[SoLmaster]

"Thank you. My father is away and you destroy his undead. Since you have decide to wait. We offer an alliance or a neutrality agreement. We need the tribes of this land to follow the next upper god. Your men are grand warriors and we truly want them alive. My father hates wasted death. I know it sounds ridiculous but he loves live and works to preserve it. I here to ask you. Not to force you." He summoned up a tent like object and throw to next to tree. The tree merged with the object to create a tree tent. "Why don't we eat then finish decisioning your role in the war?" He wave towards the Tree tent.

 

[Fussiler1]

He shook his head.
''I will retreat my warriors..''
''However, they shall not join your father's cause either.'' he said.
''I will be neutral.''

 

[SoLmaster]

"Thanks, my fathers undead will not attack you nor will they help you. Nice to finally meet you. Have a really nice day." He bowed again and his wing unfolded. The Tree tent was gone and so was he. The staff remained with a note attached. Thank you for listening to what I have to say. Take this staff as token of my word to neutrality. Thank you for your time, Demi-God Nicanor. Form God Leviticus.
He appeared in the plane of eternal war. "Now to give the god of war a message." He planted down a staff with a note. He left to go back home and control the undead.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah now had tabs on his followers. they had grown far beyond expectation. he had many huderds of thousands in secret convenant with him. many whom also worshipped other gods... he was please with this news.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

Sharûk noticed the staff standing in his courtyard, he picked it up and noticed that someone had left a note on it. "Hmm... what is this?"

OOC: SoL, what does the note say?

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah was ready for the ritual...

it would allow him to use the body of Petruzzo Davion as an avatar on the mortal plane... after about five minutes of this ritual his eyes saw half in the mortal plane and half in the plane of eternity... he could soon switch between them at will. while he controlled the avatar and rallied his forces on the mortal plane into a series of militias... comprizing of thousands of chapters across many continents... he was also preparing to visit the god of trade....

in a flash he appeared in front of him...

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: The note reads. Dear friend, Psion unleashed a wrath he never faced. I called upon the rite of horsemen. My son will carry on my work if I fail to kill Psion. I ask you to watch over him. He will help with the daemons and the Nameless one, himself. This staff has the power over undead. This is might be my last gift to you. With best of luck, Methos, God of death.
If methos gets killed then his son gets the throne by right of succession.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

IC:
Sharûk read the note. Dear friend, Psion unleashed a wrath he never faced. I called upon the rite of horsemen. My son will carry on my work if I fail to kill Psion. I ask you to watch over him. He will help with the daemons and the Nameless one, himself. This staff has the power over undead. This is might be my last gift to you. With best of luck, Methos, God of death. "Psion? What trickery is this? By the Upper God, I wish you are not speaking the truth old friend. If Psion as much as helps the demons, I'll slay him myself!" Sharûk said to the air in cold, controlled anger.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: I'm still at Sharuk. . Never left him.

''What does the note say?'' he asked, suddenly appearing behind him.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"It says. Dear friend, Psion unleashed a wrath he never faced. I called upon the rite of horsemen. My son will carry on my work if I fail to kill Psion. I ask you to watch over him. He will help with the daemons and the Nameless one, himself. This staff has the power over undead. This is might be my last gift to you. With best of luck, Methos, God of death." Sharûk replied.

 

[Fussiler1]

''And..''
''You trust him?'' he asked.