God-RP

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Too bad I ain't there.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Then make something up, we are gods! Manipulate some mortals, create your own agenda. Go hunt for secret powers in the ruins. Explore the Plane of Eternity.

 

[Fussiler1]

The next morning..

The Nomads began to move up from the steppes.
To the south they went, with great numbers! People thought that there were 75.000 horsemen, and they marched south, under the lead of their God, Nicanor.
Any undead they encountered were killed.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: , I belive I am south somwhere (Not sure, I haven't got a clear picture of the new world's geography)

IC:
Sharûk mowed his way through the masses, crushing any opponents with ease. He had done this for milleniums, and he would do this for milleniums to come. Then he saw, atop a hill, there stood a Demonlord!

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Dude, my agenda was made ages ago.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC:
Dragonson, I'm ready to continue. Could you go ahead and describe the secret room Jeerax was led into?

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: I know that, I was helping Fussiler1 with ideas.

 

[dead-man-walking]

IC:
Gilzarra sat inside his Hut. Contemplating to recent events...
"Hm..... A new Continent surfaces, The Upper God disappears, Methos and Psion War against each other, Sharûk fighting the Primeval's forces...."
Suddenly, he breaks from his trance.
"Wait.... Primeval? Sharûk? New Continent?"
"Methos goes to war against Psion? I should have known that! Those hot-heads! I should stop them from this idiocy!"
Gilzarra gets out of his Hut, thinking of what should he do. After some minutes of thinking, Gilzarra decides to let things go, and he directs his followers to the New Continent through Larkaron to spread the Worship of Nature. By the way of Peace.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

The demonlord slashed out with a huge, flaming claymore at Sharûk, who swiftly dodged it and sent the flails in from both sides. The demonlord made no sound as the flails crushed his ribs, and he continued to fight on, biting Sharûk in his shoulder. Sharûk could feel the acid hissing in the wound, and brought the flail down into the demonlord's skull. This time he cried out in agony, and Sharûk hit him with the other flail in the head too, then watched as the writhing body of the demonlord slowly turned to ashes. He watched over the battlefield. All the demons perished in clouds of ash, and he could hear his warrior cheer.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Hm.. why don't Mato and Sol react anymore? :|

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Yeah, they are kinda... gone, and they are like the main focus of the plot right now!

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: So, I stand as "Lawful Neutral" Guy or what?

IC:
Watching his followers safely arrived at The New Continent, Gilzarra starts a direct communication with his Avatar, Larkaron.
"Ah! Larkaron! How's the trip to The New Continent?"
"Not much, Lord Gilzarra"
"Anything happened during the trip?"
"Nothing except some Strong Winds my Lord. None was hurt."
"Good. Now, I think you need some rest after a long journey. I will close the Communication now. Good Day, Larkaron."
"Good Day to you too, my Lord."
And Gilzarra closes the Communication. Now, he's writing some plans to make his Follower's place more Green and Lush.

 

[mato2]

OOC: my internet's fucked up, i won't be able to do much till the end of the month

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Ok, And DMW, Nature is more pure neutral.

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: True Neutral it is.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

Sharûk ordered his warriors to gather up the demon ashes. Demon ashes could be used as an ingredient in elixirs or magic items if treated correctly. That knowledge belonged to his domain.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: erm :/ lost track oft the RP, i don't get it anymore at all :/ unless i can find out exactly what is going on everywhere i can't RP :/

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Try to catch up.

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua led Jeerax into the Secret room.
Inside, were a massive, floating sphere.
Looking abit like a map.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

Sharûk walked to the Golem Forges. "How is progress going?" He asked. "It is all going well, father. But it is going to take time, you don't build an army over night." Arechesh replied.

 

[dead-man-walking]

IC:
Gilzarra finally finished the plans, and send it to Larkaron through his Elemental Servant. Larkaron, who gets the meaning of the Letter, quickly send orders to the Builders to plant seeds and build plantations.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah opened his eyes for the first time, in a long time... "ahhh... i live!" But i need to find out what i have missed during my long slumber... i must speak with Sharûk... he thought to himself...

EDIT

Methuselah stepped out of his personal chambers and walked quickly to the exit of his mighty black cathedral... there, in a room directly to the left of the exit, was his void chamber... from it, he could jump to Sharûk... he entered the darkness of the room... suddenly appearing in front of Sharuk...

OOC: i don't know where Sharuk is so i hope this does not conflict...

 

[Gyrosphinx]

Sharûk was on his way out from the golem forge when Methuselah, God of Time, suddenly appeared in front of him. "What the... Methuselah, I thought you were still slumbering!" For the first time in ages, Sharûk looked like he had met an old friend.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: i have to quit RP'ing i just have no time, i can't keep up at all. I'm waay to busy whit school etc :/

 

[The World Is Flat]

"Ahhh Sharuk, my old friend, i was indeed slumbering, but as you well know, the time for all things comes and goes... how are things my old friend?" he said, greeting his old ally...

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Thats too bad, nice to know you Phoonix, it was fun as long it lasted. (Lol, that sounded really sad)

IC:
"Things aren't going very well I'm afraid. The Upper God have passed away beyond time and space, and the planes are in turmoil!" Sharûk said to his old friend.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: yeah, bye phoon!

"Oh..." Methuselah said quietly... seeing that Sharuk spoke the truth. "this is extremely troubling... The upper god has passed away? who is causing this trouble?"

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"He apparently knew of his death, though it seems that noone agrees about who will become the heir and the Primeval is using all his power over chaos to break free!" Sharûk spoke, worry apparent in his face.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Hmp..'' thought Nicanor as he watched them as a rat.
He had travelled to this place and let Temujin lead the nomads.. for now. Maybe, some important evens would still happen here..

 

[The World Is Flat]

"Well all of this madness must be stopped!" he said forcibly. we must do somthing about this all... have you begin to marshal your followers?" he asked hurredly... his mind wandering to his own followers... who would need his guideance in this time of madness...

 

[Fussiler1]

''Soooo...'' said a voice suddenly..
''Would that mean you're joining Psion's convenant?''

 

[Gyrosphinx]

Sharûk's thoughts was interrupted briefly by a sudden contact with Shalay. "O lord of all battle, ogres from the Beastrager Tribe have appeared at our gates. They claim to be loyal to you. I ask for guidance in this matter." Sharûk understood the Grand Marshal's doubt, and he send a reassuring message. "These ogres are true loyals to the Cult of War, they will follow you to the death in my name. Accept their aid, it is by my will that they are there." Shalay's mind briefly touched his again. "I will do as you command, master. I am forever loyal to the Master of all Battles."

"Hm? Yes, I have rallied my followers, nearly 75 000 loyal people have travelled to the new land, and I have already many ogre followers there as well."

Shalay suddenly remembered one night, when she was barely fifteen. She had shared a night with a strong warrior who had defended her village. When she woke up, he had gone, but he had left a necklace behind. It bore the holy symbol of Sharûk, and inside it there was a message that had told hear to pledge her life to the Master of Battle and to leave her son at the grand cathedral of Sharûk. She had done as told, and recieved a blessing, the blessing of eternal youth. She had never regretted her choice.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah spun around and searched for the scource of he noise.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"What was that? Show yourself!" Sharûk said loudly.

 

[Fussiler1]

''I will, possibly, if the question is answered.''
The voice seemed to echo through the room.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: The World Is Flat is apparently off-line

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: he posted in the Rafia RP thread that he was having a "ear splitting ear infection" and that "puss is coming out of his ears".
I know i've been ill for quite a while, but that sounds BAD.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Ah, that thing! That sure is painful as hell!

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: sorry, my PC dead. Using a sub one. What happened?

Edit: just read

Methos left his castle to wander the undead lands. All he took was his horse, gear and his scythe. "I call upon the forces of this land. I give up part of my godhood to become one of the dreaded horsemen. I summon the training of the horseman to end one life." A great temple rose and there stood the rite of the horsemen. He entered and there started his training with his scythe and horse. A terrible wave of energy was cased out of that temple into the realms. Only a few knew what happened.

Meanwhile at the necropolis. The automation start to attack the barrier. There stood the council of death. "My lord, send the signal. Your father wishes that to be done now." Said the necrotic king. He looked at the young one. The gods of death left his son in charge. That boy gave a nod. "Send it and also teleport some units in back to raise some more. The god Psion, will face me when I am really angry." His voice was clam but his movements said otherwise. Some death squads were made and was set behind the secondary line. Leviticus was taught his father powers. That line would fall either way because unlike his father, he loved death.

In the old world, the undead rose and attacked with the temple around the lands. They raided and rose many undead.

 

[Exoplasma]

OOC
So yeah I quit this RP, cause I don't like the fact that when I am about to post a reply and submit it, I see 4 or 3 brand new replies before mine.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: WHAT!? Noooooooo!

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: Boohoo. Two goes.
IC:
Finally, the workers that Larkaron assigned has finished their work. Even better, most infrastructure buildings have been finished. However, sometime later, the ground trembles and breaks, and some trees got broken down, and some craters got formed. Gilzarra, sensing something strange on the lines of Nature, somehow got a feeling that the Primordial has something to do with this, and proceeds to teleport to The Plane of Eternal Combat, the Plane of Sharûk the God of War himself...

 

[The World Is Flat]

"psion's convenant?" he turned around to face gyrosphinx. "what is this?" he asked his old friiend inquiringly.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: .. You didn't ask who I was?

A laugh could be heard.
''What, did he not tell you?'' said an amused voice.

 

[The World Is Flat]

)(i dind'nt? sry let me redo the post... i forgot lol...))

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Use OOC flat

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: ok, my kebord freaked. but in my book and for me: (( )) counts a OOC: so if thats ok lemme know

No i did not know of this... but that is pointless. come out from your hiding spot and show yourself to us! do not tempt me. my temper can be a short as Sharuk's somtimes!" he called agitatedly out towards the voice.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Also, remember to use more than one " and have IC infront of your in charecter speak if you've allready used OOC. XD

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: ofc, lol... i keep forgetting...

 

[Fussiler1]

''Me..? Tempting.. you?'' said the voice mockingly.
''I would not dare to undermine the great Methusaleh!''