God-RP

[SoLmaster]

OOC: It is OK.

IC: "Psion sends for Khuqua. So it has begun, they think they can save the upper god. I call upon all undead on earth. Head to the land over the sea. There you will need to build a necropolis. Your Necrotic king will be chosen by me. My necromancers will join you. My priest and clerics will not join you they will cast magic to create more undead. The war must be allowed to happen. There that would give this war the energy it needs to start. Now to finish that last page of this book. The last page, The avatar of death." As he began the last spell, his army of undead started to move from their graveyards towards the sea. Some even made or stole boats. One undead was already there thought magic, he started summoning a necropolis. The book was finished and was send down to the graveyard of the temple. His pieces were set and the others began to set theirs.

At the castle of eternity.
A archon approached the two. "Master Grandol, this is the script that you must read. Under orders of Master death." He handed Grandol a scroll and walked away to get one for the runeforger.

 

[Crazy Cow]

There really wasn't any reason for Jeerax to stay after he had eaten his fill. He had missed his one chance to meet the Upper God in person, and therefore left, slightly depressed at the fact that he would never meet his creator.
After the long journey back to his temple, Jeerax settled down to sleep. After a quick rest, he would personally go to this new world, unleash his fury on some pirates, and gather some followers. Just after a quick rest...
The trials of the day had taken their toll on Jeerax, and he slept until late the next day.

OOC:
Why am I not surprised that SoL has assumed the role of the secret enemy?

 

[SoLmaster]

A Scroll appeared in his room floating. It was a Scroll that bore a skull. It was a summons. It read, Meet me in the grey planes. Two days. I have something for a trade.
Another scroll appear in the War god's room. It too bore the skull. Meet me in the grey planes. Two days. I need your help in this war.
Death had personally wrote them and cast magic on them. Once opened it would be read in his voice.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Since his heritage is unknown, I'm planning Nicanor to be from this new continent.

He left the palace in a hurry and jumped in the sky, following a transformation into a raven quickly. Going with the winds he went to the new land.. or was it a new land? Not for him. He was a bit saddened that probably the Successor War would be fought out there..
He chuckled a bit, if it sounded like a chuckle for a raven, about the fact that 'Love' and 'War' left together. The Upper God knows what they are doing now..
He was trying to sum up the actions of what would happen.
Menthos would create new Death Cults..
Jeerax would try to get some followers and defend them against Grandol..
Grandol would go rampage..
Sharuk would probably start some wars and show his power to the population.
Psion.. he didn't knew. He was the only God that he didn't found somewhat predictable, but he was a Psych God.
And Love would go with Sharuk, he'd guess, but he wasn't sure. Maybe she would need an ally, a strong one.
The God of Divination would go there too, and probably come in conflict with Death..
But what would he do? He was pretty he would quite quickly build up new followers soon enough, seeing as he remembered the things there.

 

[mato2]

OOC: SoL, i don't think you should RP in dragonson's name.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Oy... sorry for my absence yesterday, but my medicine kicked the buttom out of me... -.-
Let's just say that Psion's message just arrived.

IC: Khuqua looked up from his forge. His face was red, and it was easy to see he had been crying. "An automatman? What does a robot wish in my forge? Shoo! Can't you see i'm busy!"

 

[mato2]

The Messenger spoke "Demigod Khuqua, the greater deity Psion is requesting your presence on his court, for he has a proposition for you. Do you wish to reply?" It asked after the transmission, ready to send a message back to Psion.

Meanwhile at the Fort,
Psion was looking through the enormous library located in the middle of the castle, not only did it hold the most powerfull and valuable books, it also held artifacts of immense power, leftovers from an age long gone. He needed to find a certain special book. The flying librarians where helping him in his search, but it would still take a while. He had already sent the custodians to unseal The Great Hall, at the core of the enourmous fort, which could be used to acces the remnants of the old ages. He would need it to prepare for the war.

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"LAND AHOY!" Came the warning through the comm chanels, Jin immediately ordered the automations to make ready for landing. The airships where big, and they would serve as temples on the new continent.

 

[SoLmaster]

Methos knew where it will all start and all end in the war. "I must have War and Trade on my side. I will crown the upper god. My friend, you will shine like your father. You are the demigod of a powerful god." He turned to see a demigod. He looked so much like his father, he should be crowned. His father kept him a secret because of his family. Most of them would try to tear him apart and the other would try to protect him. "Go outside, your friends are waiting." "Yes, father. Oh, ya, your not my true dad. Who is my true dad?" Methos was told not to tell until the time was right. "A greater deity, one of great power."

 

[Dragonson]

"Hrmph. I'l come."
Khuqua held up a wonderous sword. One of the Automaton's eyes broke at the sight.
"I finally finished it... so close... then he dies. I'ts not fair! IT WERE FINISHED!"
Khuqua strikes the ground with his hammer. Somewhere above him a village were ruined in a earthquake.
"I'l come... tell him i'l come."

 

[mato2]

Psion had received the message from the automation, Khuqua would come, things had started falling in place, a lot rested upon Jin now.

 

[SoLmaster]

The Undead started to land in ships and were teleported to the completed necropolis. All the necromancers where there and started create shops. Some started on the defenses and magic around the base.

 

[mato2]

The four airships had immediately set up fortifications after landing, they would serve as Strongholds of Psion on this new continent. Each of them had a Vortex chamber, that could be used to teleport troops, to and from the flying Fort.

 

[Dragonson]

"Hmpf. We're going to war, i take it?"
Khuqua were standing behind Psion. He loved making that kind of entrances.
He were wearing his Headband of Dominance, which allowed him to protect his mind from Psion's mind-reading. He never liked those.

 

[SoLmaster]

A scroll appeared next to Psion, bearing a skull on it. It open and Methos's voice began to speak. "You are wise but your army will fall. Join me to crown the next Upper god. If not, then you will fall under my sword. That all for now, reply your answer." The letter floated over to Psion.

 

[Dragonson]

"Soo... we're fighting death?" Khuqua said sarcastically.

 

[mato2]

Psion looked at the letter, "Indeed we are Khuqua, and i need your expertise, for i intend to build an army, an army that can not be defeated, and with you making the shells for my automations, i can achieve my goals. As we speak, i am spreading my influence, and the new Continent can be ours. Just imagine an army that can feel no fear, no pain, and with your help, can not be touched by mortal weapons. Now follow me." Psion waved off the letter, he would reply later. And went into the great hall, in the centre was a forge, but a forge like no other, harnessing starfire, anything that would go through that would be ten times as pure and strong. "I offer you this forge, in return of your services, and any help you need will be provided by the custodians and Blacksmith automations." He needed Khuqua because he was probably the only one that could work the forge, for none of the automations were able to use it. " What say you?"

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Eh... before i reply: What forge?

 

[mato2]

OOC: There's a forge in mah flying castle. :O, and it it's imbued with starfire, it's a relic of an old age when the upper gods where thriving.

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua grunted.
"The Forge of the Stars eh? Well it will certainly be interesting to see what i can do with the power of both the sky and the earth... Let's make a deal. I will swear an oath to help you in your war, and i get to move the forge down to my underground lair. There, i'l make your armor and weaponry."

 

[mato2]

"Deal, and I will be needing a few special items of which i will inform you later."
Psion said.

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua nodded. "Let me try out the forge first, so i know you're not fooling me."
With those words he turned around and walked towards the room with the forge.

 

[SoLmaster]

"Well, they provide the army of souls. The undead will fight until they are defeated. My powerful souls will have a new body once the war god joins." He appeared outside his castle. All the souls stopped and waited in fear. He walked over to his gazebo. "A call to arms is now summoned. I call upon you all to fight. This war you will have new bodies and great weapons at your command. What say you." Most of them were glad. They would get some fresh air again. His death lords would watch over the planes. The demigod necromancer would help lead the war. They already were at the undead HQ. "We are here to over see every thing in the war. Now get to work." Said the master of necromancy. His brother the demigod cleric of death appeared at the temple. He was giving order left and right, he would raise an army here to conquer the old lands.

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua looked at the forge. Took his hammer, and made a piece of celestium appear.
He held it into the forge until it was shining blue (celestium doesn't get red or white, it get's blue and purplish.), then i begun hammering on it.
Slowly it took shape as a scepter. A beutyfull one.
It bore Psion's mark, a Blue orb, at the top.
When it was done, it Khuqua were holding a Blue and Golden scepter in his hands, inscribed with the runes of Blood, Will, War and Victory.
"I name this scepter The Oathkeeper. Aslong as you, Scion, have this scepter in your possession, i will help your in your wars."
The blue orb shone, as Khuqua handed it to Psion.
"Use it well. It holds both the power of Molten Iron and of The Mind."

 

[mato2]

"I'm glad we have came upon this deal. I shall order the automations to carry the forge to an airship which will deliver it to your domain. You can go along for the ride if you wish to insure it's safe.

 

[SoLmaster]

"So the final piece of their down fall is made. Too bad, Psion was a great god but the sword cut even them down. I summon the black celestium blade, Celestial judgment." The sword appeared and it's dark blade shown it next victim. He grabbed the hilt and sheathed it. "I summon the horseman gear." Armor wrapped around him and created a black bone like armor, the power of invincibility was sown in the armor along with invisibility and destruction powers. "I summon the Scythe of Souls." His scythe was the last to be summoned. He would now wait until the start of the war. Three days before all breaks loose, where he would kill gods where the stood. Three days before the Upper god decides his heir. Why did he choose death over joining me. I have the rightful heir to the throne. Such folly, Psion should know better.

 

[mato2]

Psion felt the rifts through space as Methos summoned his weapons, and he was ready, he gave a book to Khuqua, " You are to make the talisman of infinity and the wargear of Continuum, you will find the plans for their creation inside this book ( i will give them to you later) . And forget the airship, this castle is going to be moved above your domain.

 

[SoLmaster]

The letter reappeared before Psion. It was persistent.

 

[mato2]

OOC: What do i do with the letter?

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: Just say "Record" at the beginning and "Record End" when your done.

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua Grunted.
"Allright. Tell me when i can start forging.
Also, the Steelmarked are ready to fight under your banner."
He tapped Psion on the shoulder.
"It will be a glorious battle, friend." For once, Khuqua smiled.

OOC: SoL, you can't have celestium weapons. I'm the only one that can make them.

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: I can, the sword was made by the upper god. That the only weapon I got that made of pure celestium. The Scythe is made of iron/steel/celestium, so those are my weapons.

 

[Exoplasma]

IC
The God of Divinity took several precautions.He could sense the things that were about to come and he wouldn't just sit idle,waiting for the Upper God to announce his heir.He ordered his Divine Army to double the protection of his palace.

While in Earth,he spread beliefs among his followers,urging them to move to relocate to a new place with the idea that there will be a bloody battle will be settled soon.They relocated to a valley,in which a city was built.The city was truly an immense one,almost as big as the valley.It was overrun with spectacular buildings,monuments of the God of Divinity and overflowed with natural resources.While the city was immense,the population of the people that lived in it was unsurprisingly small.Bandal planned the city to be big from ancient times due to the fact that it may host more people in the future.

The city didn't need walls,it was protected by a natural ones;mountains,tall mountains.Three out of four spots were guarded by these mountains,while the only one left unprotected was the lake that served as an entrance to the valley.He named the city Linlea,the Divine God's Might.On the top of the mountains,he had some of his servants to inform him about anything happening at the city.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Didn't the upper god... Die?

 

[Exoplasma]

OOC
I think he hasn't died yet,and even if he did he hasn't announce his heir

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Well, i think he died. (that's how i understood what happened.)
Atleast Khoqua think's he's dead. Also, Dead gods announce no heirs

 

[Exoplasma]

OOC
Well at least my character doesn't know it

 

[Phoonix]

Grandol was a bit bored and returned to his ship, he was thinking up some plans. the Upper God died eh... frankly he didn't really care about it, only thing he cared about was his treasure and eventually defeating Jeerax... a messenger then appeared before him "Grandol, we have just got a report that a small pirate fleet has landed on your island, thei are taking your treasure." Grandol looked up, amused. didnt these pirates know better? stealing from their own lord? "ah, this is perfect. lets pay them a little visit." he ordered his hand picked crew to fly the ship back to the mortal world he had a special plan for these pirates, a very special plan.

 

[Fussiler1]

After passing an almost enternal-seemingly sea, he finally reached land, and he saw Loloa, the Harbour of the Bay. He saw that the seagulls started to pick on him. He shook them off and landed on the ground, between the crowd of native people. Then, he slowly transformed back into a human, and everybody looked quite astonished at him.
''Eh?.. Oh, right.'' he mumbled.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Who're we waiting for?

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Nobody, or?

''Er.. hello there!'' he shouted to the crowd surrounding him.
''Who are you?'' one man asked.
''I am Nicanor! The Traveller!''
They frowned.
He was known to the crowd, from fairy tales and legends..
''And I have come as one of the many Gods! They will all arrive here and try to convert you all into followers of them!''
The crowd started to become angry.
''But fear not, I shall not try to convert you!'' he assured the crowd.
''For I am only to seek and to travell, to explore the world and to go where none has entered yet!''

 

[mato2]

IC: "Indeed it will, indeed it will." Psion oppened a tome that was strapped to his belt, he mumbled a few words, and The Curator hummed, suddenly the castle was moving, "We will get to your lair soon." He then looked at the letter. "Record. Methos, i severly doubt your abillity to be able to crown the next Upper God, and i hear that Jeerax seeks no ally in you. You're only hope of salvation is the God of War, and i don't think he will be enough, even if he does join you. End Record." He then sent messengers to Jeerax and Bandal, asking for their allegiance.

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On the New Continent, the three strongholds where starting to take shape, with automations buzzing around working. Jin was overlooking the fortification of his Airship temple, it was the biggest one, and it would hold the biggest gate. There were six custodians on the other three airship temples, overlooking the progress. They would be a beacon to the people of the new world.

OOC :
info on the talisman and the wargear

Talisman

The talisman was a powerfull artifact used in the old ages to focus and channel the powers of it's holder, it was made back then of celestium, and it was later destroyed by the Upper God, because of him deeming the Greater Deitys too greedy, and unstable for such a responsibillity. Though now drastic times call for the drastic measures, and Khuqua following the schematics given to him, and using the star forge is able to recreate it. These are the three Talismans that where used before.(the one on the left is arcane)
Image of 3 talismans.

Continuum Wargear

Made of pure celestium, it can resist the greatest of impacts, both magical and physical, it also serves as an amplifier to the wearer's magical abillities.

 

[Fussiler1]

Nicanor looked around.
''So..''
''What do you want?'' he asked.
One man of the crowd stepped forward.
''There is a grand beast in the water, destroying our ships and robbing us from our food. Since you're a 'God', I presume you can kill him?''
''Of course!'' he smiled.

OOC: Is somebody willing to RP the beast? Just wonderin'

 

[Exoplasma]

Bandal was sitting on top of his throne,listening intently to anything his servants said.They acted as scouts,spies,messengers and advisers,telling him about everything that happened to both his city situated in the Old World and the news about the New Continent.He was also informed about, and gave special attention to it, about the God of the psyche asking his allegiance via one of his messengers.He agreed but under a few terms which deemed them important.

He sent the messenger back to the God of the psyche's messenger,to inform him about his answer.

 

[Fussiler1]

He formulated a plan to kill the beast..
He bought much fish from the market and put it in a boat.
What would be next?
He pushed the boat onto the sea, and was ten metress away from the boat, observing it as a fish.
''Now, now, let's see where your lair is..'' he thought.

 

[Exoplasma]

A blue gigantic hand emerged from the sea, towering the boat and seizing it, pulling the boat under the sea.

 

[Fussiler1]

He was amazed, but quickly followed the hand to where it would end.

 

[Exoplasma]

The tide giant clenched his hand, where the boat was, destroying it completely in his anger.He then saw a creature standing in front him but he couldn't recognize who he wear as he was covered by a cloak.With his left hand, he brought his enormous mace toward the cloaked man so as to smash him

 

[Fussiler1]

He quickly evaded him and threw his spear with all his power at the monster.

 

[Exoplasma]

While a normal spear would just break against his thick skin,the cloaked man's spear penetrated his skin and even passed through him,piercing his heart in the process.The sea giant made a loud noise,indicating that he was in pain,before his corpse started sinking slowly to the sea's floor.

 

[Fussiler1]

He grabbed his spear back and spitted on him, returning to the surface.
''He is dead.'' he announced to the people, and they cheered.