God-RP

[Phoonix]

IC: "oooh.. i have been summoned? hehe... lets see what he wants. set course to the Flying castle of Psion!" the ships turns and fly's back into the sky towards the castle.

 

[Crazy Cow]

Once again, Jeerax sighed. He didn't even say a word, and Psion had managed to persuade him to join. With less of a war would come less deaths, and more people to trade. Jeerax's decision was clear.
Khuqua's forge managed to take Jeerax's mind off the war. Jeerax had a few of Khuqua's artifacts in his possession, and every one was of an astounding quality. The forge managed to look just as astounding, and it was not hard at all to imagine the mighty thing churning out such excellent work.
Khuqua interrupted Jeerax's thoughts with an angry grumble. The smith himself looked considerably less epic than the forge, looking like a big dwarf. He had just finished working on some kind of talisman, which Psion was apparently here for.
Not knowing exactly what to do, Jeerax simply sat and watched the exchange.

 

[SoLmaster]

Methos left the castle and rode to earth. He knew how this war would end, in his power to crown the upper god. Psion should show fear because he will be on earth in the necropolis. His armor acted as the avatar of him. The lands around the city where shaking. He entered earth, in his new castle. "I create a undeath circle. Take the surrounding mountains as the circle. Let the only entrance to this city be guarded by my undead. Now I name you C'el'thu as my lich lord. Lead my warriors to battle and kill any enemy and you know what to do. Now go, gain the support of the tribes and kill the warriors of Psion." Death got of his horse and sat in his new throne. He used his power to project himself into the star forge. He looked like a god who will take the heads of the others. "Psion, Your army will fall. I am asking you to not take the throne. If you do, I will march upon your automatons as I am here. My castle in the grey planes is guarded by the power of the necrotic lands. No being other then a god could enter but I'm not there." His eyes knew where the gods are. He looked directly at Psion."I'm where you fear the most. Jeerax, sorry for leaving you to join this god. The sword that I asked you to make is coming to you, Khuqua. The rest of you will fall to my scythe. I, methos, god of death will not fall to your power. Good bye, for some of you, the last time." The image faded into a skull with eyed that glowed red. It looked directly at Psion. It faded with a smile. Methos was ready for battle for he knew if he fell, a powerful seal would be broken. He can't afford that to happen.

 

[mato2]

OOC: you're much weaker than us now SoL, i don't get what you're doing.

IC: The measly apparation that was now Methos appeared and left, making a few empty threats, Psion laughed. Methos was weakening as he didn't get any new followers on the new Continent, the giant necropolis probably scared them, along with an undead army that would try to kill everything in it's path, while Psion and his allies where getting more and more followers by the minute, and the automation factory in Psion's castle was working at full capacity, turning out thousands of new automations, which where sent straight through the portals, into the Four Temples, which formed a square around Methos' necropolis, so his undead army wouldn't be able to breach through to the continent, and since he was fighting automations, there where no corpses he could use to bolster his numbers. " Leave that fool to his threats. And turn your attention to this." He took the talisman and pointed it at one of the automations that had followed him down. He focused the arcane energies through the talisman, a magenta beam struck the target, distorting space as it went. The automation was no more as the beam vanished. " It erases space, and if enough energy is channeled through, time, undoing destinys that have been set and changed by the target, too bad only the upper god has such power. Imagine using this on a major temple, you could undo a god." Psion left the talisman near the forge. "But now, let's talk war, i'd appreciate if all living armies where pulled back as a second line of defence. So methos can not use the corpses."

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: You think wrong. I power is stronger then your alliance because I commands my undead followers. They grow in numbers every minute and you forgot my powers. You will face the wraith of Death.

IC: Clouds moved around the city. Methos was the true god of death. He was the grim reaper, the horseman of death. The circle was complete and the whole are started to merge with the Soul and Necrotic lands. The living beings out side the city were starting to rot and the souls that lived in his castle moved around the automatons. They were ready to get there new bodies from the automatons. Methos was ready to crush the second line of defense and raise it in his name. Psion was a god but not every bright when it comes down to pure reason and knowledge. He knew Psion would try to find his main temple. "He thinks I will undone because my main temple is undone. My priests will already start creating lich and move here. This is the secondary temple as is the one in the old world. My main temple is hidden where even the other gods can't go." He started to laugh about this attack. Psion had underestimated methos in war. He and war were buddies who worked for each other since the new war god.

 

[Phoonix]

IC: some time passes and Grandols ship finally arrives at the sky castle. he jumps off and walks towards the gate.

 

[mato2]

OOC: SoL you're starting to god-mod, and you can't take bodies from automations cause they are arcane not living things, they don't have souls. You can't just move past the automations to reach the second line of defense. And you on your own should be as strong as me at the most because you're losing followers along with losing your power. I think i make more sense than you when it comes to this point. But let's hear what the others have to say. Oh and my automations grow in number every minute as well.

IC: When Grandol arrived he was directed to Khuqua's lair as well.

 

[Dragonson]

"Mreh. It's over there, in the display case."
Khuqua pointed to the south end of the forge.
"And if any of you dare touch the sword lying next to it i will personally Incinerate Your Ears!" Khuqua roared and started on his work again, grumbling something about pulverisation.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Eh, eh, someone is a bit angry?'' he asked while he transformed once more in a human.
''And, greetings, all! I have come like you, Psion, has requested!'' he grins.

OOC: People! Troops don't grow in every minute! Even automatons can't be so fast produced, nor undead, so calm it down there a bit.

 

[Crazy Cow]

While Khuqua seemed very protective of the sword, his threat seemed quite silly. Incinerating ears wasn't quite the worst punishment Khuqua could deal out, but Jeerax realized that the sword was special.
His thinking was interrupted by the foul smell of the Pirate God, Grandol. As Grandol entered the room, Jeerax snapped around to glare at him.
"I would think you would be out pillaging defenseless villages with the Death God," Jeerax snarled at the newcomer. If Grandol was going to join this alliance, Jeerax might leave just so that he could remove the Pirate God without the others making a fuss about it.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Calm, Jeerax.'' he said. If looks could kill, Jeerax would've been lying on the ground now.
''Greetings, Grandol.'' he said to the newcomer.
Hm.. Psion wasn't being too smart by inviting Jeerax and Grandol into the alliance. Heck, it could tear it apart, he thought.

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua grumbled again.
"This, is a forge. Not some diplomacy palace."
He turned around from his work.
"If you want to discuss politics and alliance, go somewhere else.
If you want to beat the guts out of each other, you're welcome. Entertainment is always nice.
But No Politics In My Forge."
He turned to his work again, said "Jeerax. There's something i want to show you later." and started hammering on a peice of celestium.

 

[Crazy Cow]

At the words of the Forge God, Jeerax was quite tempted to provide some 'entertainment' for Khuqua. The only thing that stopped him was the thought of the other Gods joining in, probably not on his side.
"Well, it seems we aren't wanted here right now," Jeerax said, never taking his gaze off Grandol and emphasizing 'we.'

OOC:
Sorry if I seem a bit hostile, but the Gods of Trade and Piracy have a negative chance of meshing well. I'm just trying to roleplay my God properly.

 

[Exoplasma]

A bit surprised from the new presences, Bandal greeted the Gods, bowing before them."I partly agree with Khuqua, this is not a suitable place to discuss freely, I suggest we go someone where there wouldn't be so much noise and we wouldn't annoy anyone." he said, supporting Khuqua in some degree, not completely.

 

[Fussiler1]

''But, if I am not mistaken, Psion wants to ask Khuqua to join his alliance, no?'' Nicanor asked while observing the sword.

 

[Dragonson]

"He HAS done that."
Khuqua grunts.
"The forge you're standing in were part of the bargain."

 

[Fussiler1]

''Ah, I see I was late, but what was your answer?'' he asked.
Meanwhile, his eyes were gliding across the sword, hungry to wield it.

OOC: I might steal it,

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: You're welcome to try.
It's the sword that Khuqua forged for the upper god, who Khuqua currently thinks is dead.

IC:
"It's a three letter word that's the opposite of no."
Khuqua grunted.
"I don't think i'd be using PSION'S FORGE to forge PSION'S ARTEFACTS if i were going to join Methos."

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Damn, we're not in your lair anymore? Must've missed something.

''Mhm..'' he mumbled, not really interested.
''Tell me, for who is that sword?'' he asked, pointing at the sword.

 

[Exoplasma]

The sword being forged by Khuqua looked pretty enchanting, but his temptation to wield was all gone by the time he remembered his loyal warhammer.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: You're welcome to try.
It's the sword that Khuqua forged for the upper god, who Khuqua currently thinks is dead.

IC:
"It's a three letter word that's the opposite of no."
Khuqua grunted.
"I don't think i'd be using PSION'S FORGE to forge PSION'S ARTEFACTS if i were going to join Methos."

The sword being forged by Khuqua looked pretty enchanting, but his temptation to wield was all gone by the time he remembered his loyal warhammer.

"So you choose Death,Forgemaster?" asked Bandal Khuqua.

OOC: Rofl .. You might want to edit that post.

 

[Exoplasma]

OOC: Rofl .. You might want to edit that post.

OOC
I am a human being,I make mistakes frequently ^^

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: we are in Khuquas lair.
Psion's "Forge of the Stars" has been moved to Khuqua's lair.
That was part of their bargain.

IC:
"A dead man."
Khuqua said coldly.

OOC:
Please let Khuqua stay in the beleif that the Upper God is dead.
I wanna keep that rolling as long as possible due to RP possibilities.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Ah, thanks for clarifying.

NOW REACTZORZ TO MA POST!

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: I DIDZORS
Edit button for the win.

 

[Fussiler1]

''So, why keep it stalled then? I'm sure another God would like it, and give a royal price for it.'' he said, giving a hint to the Smith.

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua gave Nicanor a cold glare.
"If you can take ONE STRIKE from it, it's yours."
He turned to his work again.
"That also includes finding somebody who can wield it to actually do the strike."

 

[Fussiler1]

He closed his eyes and frowned, but then he opened his eyes and saw the beautiful sword again.
''Very well.'' he said with a smile, realizing this might cost his life.

 

[Dragonson]

"You wish to die?"
Khuqua smiled.
"This sword is no toy."
He took it up, and his eyes begun to glow red.
He laughed.
Then put it down again.
"I cannot wield it, Nicanor. Neither can you."

 

[Fussiler1]

''You've been too long underground, my friend!'' he said.
''Everything is possible for they who dare, have the mortals taught me, and they were damn right.''
''Let me give it a try, I beg you.'' he asked.

 

[Crazy Cow]

Jeerax was getting alarmed by the increasingly violent Khuqua, and so turned around and left.

 

[Exoplasma]

"This sword may play a very crucial role in all this madness,I suggest we keep it somewhere safe" he suggested.

 

[Fussiler1]

''What are you bloating?'' he asked.
''If we do not use it, we have no use for it..'' he mumbled, still waiting for Khuqua's reply.

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua picked up the sword and gave it to Nicanor.
"Go ahead, try to swing it at me."

OOC: You can't use it Fuss.
It's meant for the upper gods, and merely swinging it will exhaust you.
But that's actually only cause Khuqua doesn't want you to use it and has laid some protective barriers on it XD

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: FIEN. U R EXPELLED FROM ZHE RP. Nah, kidding.
Mhm. . Oh well.. your choice.

He examined the sword in a great smile and tried to raise it up in the air, which was quite tiring. Then he tried to swing it at Khuqua, with most of his power.

 

[Phoonix]

IC: Grandol completely ignored Jeerax and everything he said, instead he looked at the sword and said "as always Khuqua another masterpiece, this sword is truly art." he was very grateful to Khuque since he made a sword for him. this sword was his greatest tresure and weapon, he wouldn't give it up for anything in the world. "and now, what did i have to come here for? i have other things to do... better things"

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Eh... i did not make a sword for you phoon

IC:
At the time the sword reached Khuqua, he could simply grab it and pull it out of Nicanor's hands.
He laughed.
"Better luck next time."

 

[Fussiler1]

His eyes narrowed.
''I promise you, once I shall wield that blade, and the stars will hide their light in shame.'' he mumbled, his gaze fixed on the magnificant sword.
''Anyways.. we should continue, I guess?'' he muttered, his eyes still on the sword.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Allright... everyone take out your D20's and make a save against Grudge.
Ohnoes! I failed!

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: . Yes, your fault! Why did you had to make it so beautiful!? /cry

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: eh dragonson, i assumed since my sword is made of celestium you made it ^^ just play along...

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Does everyone have Celestium or something?

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: it's only 1 sword, thats all

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Apparently
Also, i kind of misunderstood your post phoon.
I thought you meant that Khuqua had made the grand sword for you. XD
Sorries for that.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: well i can see why you made that mistake :/ the post is pretty weird and made in a hurry.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Now we need Mato to react, or wait for us to come up with something.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

The War God had left for his castle early to warn his son. He'd had a vision, a vision he wouldn't speak to anybody of. Before he could reach his castle, Sharûk could hear the War Priest saying a direct prayer to him. "I have rallied your followers as promised, nearly 75 000 people are now leaving for the new land by sea. I ask of you, one little thing. Please, give us your blessing so that we may know that we have pleased you." Sharûk focused his mind and delivered a vision to the War Priest. "You have served me well, War Priest, and you will be undefeated on the battlefield as long as you and your warriors are uttermost loyal to me. This is my blessing, take it as you see fit." Sharûk rode on towards his castle and towards his son. Along the way he was intercepted by a messenger from Psion. "My lord, Psion, ask for you to travel to his castle. He wants to see you." The messenger said. "Go tell your master that I'll arrive soon. But tell him to not have too high hopes."

 

[mato2]

OOC: Amg this moves fast :O

IC: " Grandol i would watch my mouth if i were you, no one likes a cocky pirate. If you had better things to do you wouldn't have come here in the first place. I thought you might be able to settle your differences with Jeerax, i mean you pirates do trade right? I'll give ye me wooden leg for that glass eye ye got. Am i right? If you can't settle them with words, maybe you should duel. And Nicanor, i'm glad you made it. Let's leave Khuqua to his work and head to the upper castle to discuss some important matters." He notioned them to follow him as he left Khuqua's lair. " I think the god of war is going to pay us a visit.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

Sharûk had just made a swift visit to his castle. His son was not to be found, and it seemed like there was a larger feast than usual in the longhouse. He had judged everything to be alright and rode for Psion's castle.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: You forgot to take the talisman with you