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[Chaos Armor]

Akarvi watched the proceedings of the world from the clouds. He was delighted by the moving ocean and intrigued by the way the sentients acted. He was also interested in the huge tree that existed close to the sentients and how they seemed to revolve around it and the other trees like it. Then he thought, they worship trees but not the rain that keeps them alive. I will create something of beauty that they will see after every rain and they will know I brought it. So he created Rainbows. Still not fully pleased he decided that if he wanted to be fully worshiped he would have to create another sentient species that worshiped him. So he created a species of Birdmen who worshiped the winds and sky of which he was lord of. And then he was pleased.

Create Rainbows and a new species, Birdmen, who worship the winds and sky (Worship Akarvi since he provides these).

[Ghazkull]

Turn 2: Death Awaits all of Us

Death.

Death. A thing many consider as something unnatural. Something that has to be removed. Yet as unnatural and horrible Death may seem to some it fulfills a simple task. It makes sure the Circle of Life stays a circle. But what happens to the souls? Till the present day they lingered, no place to go apart from the next human body.
But The Angel took good care of that. Soon the Black Plains were crowded as more and more souls grew bodies. However the onces who should forgot over time, did so slowly, ever so horribly slowly and soon place was becoming scarce and so the Plains grew.
Satiated with souls it somehow gained a life of it's own as the Plain took the place it needed. A grasshalm here, a patch of ground there and soon the Black Plains stretched far and wide, growing ever more to contain the masses.


In other parts of the world something else was growing.
Careus was the bravest of the hunters of his Clan and yet he had lost himself inside the forest. He was getting hungry and the voices of the trees scared him. They were talking but he could not understand what they were saying. Their language seemed so wholly different and moreso the speed at which they seemed to talk. A creaking sound from one tree could last minutes, so far he had figured that this was a single word, or maybe even a single letter...he was not sure. But soon he discovered something else...a small bush with purple berries? He had never seen such before and next to it stood one with yellow and grey and brown and berry-bushes in all color. He carefully tasted some and they were great. They nourished him. he immediately filled his bags with them. Yet as he continued he found wildly coloured grasses under more trees. It was like they were growing behind his back.
Days later the single hunter would return to his people and tell them of the forests and bring them inside. Yet there was so much food, the people fell back into apathy, no need for farming they lived what the forest gave them...falling into a rhythm with the talk of the trees which comforted them.

But life in the heavens wasn't as easy, the birdmen had to pray on larger beasts to survive and so they soon bonded together in packs and hunted all kinds of beings, even humans. Especially humans. They were easy prey when they were alone and their wooden sticks mostly didn't hit their target. A duo of birdmen could easily outmanoeuver a human and feed them and their families for a week...Yet the birdmen took the winds as granted even as outright malicious made by a being trying to outmaneouver them as they did the humans...
Sooner or later they found the Black Plains, a dark cursed place, and not even the Birdmen dared to hunt inside those. A being of truly malicious intent must have created them...maybe the same who created the winds?

 


Archmagus creates a myriad of different coloured bushes and grasses all eatable by the humans (1 Act)
The Angel creates the Black Plains (1 Act)
Akarvi creates Birdmen (1 Act)

The Black Plains are flooded with souls and become semi-sentient. They start to grow and encompass large pieces of land.
The Forest Humans are being fed so well by the forest that they fall back in technology and life of the massive feast the forest provides.
The Plains Humans start to bond together in ever larger groups out of fear of the Birdmen.
The Birdmen start to hunt in packs, especially humans since they are easy targets.
They also start to revere to Akarvi and The Angel as one God of Malice. This has no effect.

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Archmagus - 0 Act(s)
Akarvi - 1 Act(s)
Dalkaral - 2 Act(s)
Maxime - 2 Act(s)
The Angel - 1 Act(s)
The End - 2 Act(s)




[Fniff]

The Angel stared at the world.

Chaos ruled. Nothing stayed static... Apart from one. Apathetic little worms that remained still. Very static. They still breathed and lived and thought, and this was not a good thing to the Angel. He walked through the forest, and looked around. Forest people stared at him from behind trees, and huts. He was in a black cloak, wearing a bird mask. He looked at the people, and stepped one foot.

Two hours later, and it was done. His gift to that kind friend that had done him a favor. Covered in a cloak similar to himself, wearing similar masks designed that he could see out of and with two imbedded bone-craft tools that went from the pit of their elbow to the wrist, they were a squad of 10. When they used their tools, fire went out in jets. Purification. Safety. Everything evil would burn. Those who could be redeemed would be converted. The world would cower. Fear them, for they are the White Knights. Killing the impure, saving the redeemed, burning the corpses and the blasted tools of sin and greed. It shall all be cleansed. The Angel smiled as the troop marched off from the village, not purified but it would be, to the sinners and the horrors of chaos.

It would all be clean.

The Angel creates the White Knights . A legion armed with flame in his image with the precise aim of killing those who do not submit themselves to his way of life, and convert those who repent.

[agertor]

Archmagus presented a new being from the trees themselves, displeased with their laziness. It walked on two legs like a human though it had not a soul to give. Made from the same colors of the trees, it was Archmagus' Titan. A large wooden colossus. It's only job was to watch for the humans, and act on them if they were lazy, and if they spent too much time simply taking from the forest, it would take them, and have its own meal. Besides being Five times the size of a human, it would also be given a poisonous breath that it could use on humans and be unaffected on itself, a flesh eating disease. If they wished to gather from the forests around them, they would have to be quick. Archmagus presented a trial. They could take the seeds back if they were quick enough. The Titan however would not go near their civilization. It would hide among the trees as well as a large creature as itself could. The trees themselves would tell the Titan where the humans were at though. This was for their own good.

Archmagus had also tried to establish contact with the ocean still, hoping the whispering grasses would speak to the raged waves.

Archmagus creates a wandering Wooden Colossus Titan that could listen to the trees and devours humans who spend too much time away from their civilization in the forests. An attempt to make them rely on their own minds to overcome.

[Armok]

Annoyed at the slowness of evolution, and the very possibility that something might not need to struggle to feed itself Maxime permanently kicks the growth and reproduction of everything into overdrive; soon a Malthusian state will be reached.

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[Chaos Armor]

Akarvi becoming bored of watching the birdmen he had created turned his attention to the humans. He watched them from his cloud and soon noticed how they no longer did much work. They just walked into the forest and came out with food from foraging. The humans need something to fear, something that they would have to watch for and adapt to he thought. So he created disasters that stripped the land and blew winds at speeds such that they bent the trees and uprooted some. Pleased with watching the humans Akarvi settled down on his cloud.

Akarvi creates natural disasters.

[Ghazkull]

Turn 3:

Screams. The forest echoed with screams of pain and of fear and hate. Agonized screams turned the paradise to cinders. As the White Knights cleansed the forests of the static, unmoving humans there, handing them to the flames, burning the food in the forests that was so abundant. Those who redeemed themselves survived...barely. The forests in which they stayed had gone mad with the agonzed screams, the fire and the pain. The trees whispers became more malignant, evil. The surviving people calleing themselves the Redeemed, toiled under the supervision of the White Knights and farmed the few edible plants the Knights hadn't burned. Still the forests acknowledged them, allowed them to stay...however new humans entering that part of the forest felt...rejected. Strangers heard silent whispers and when they didn't watch a root would be there to trip them when there was nothing before. Branches young and fresh seemed to fall of randomly hitting and killing people under their weight. The trees would move closer and one would lose himself in the forest, thorns ripping open skin and clothing alike. And then when they were nothing more than gibbering sacks of fear, the White Knights would come and take them.

However not all of the forest fell to the fires of the Knights. Great parts stayed intact...sane. They had grown a protector, a giant being. The knights knew that this beast was godsend and didn't increase their territory from the moment they discovered it the first time...at least not for now. The titan on his own accord did not dare enter the insane forests, they scared him. However he hunted the humans in his part driving them out and feasting on the old, the slow and the weak. The survivors began settling outside the forest small communities which ran for quick scavenging runs into the forests and ran out as fast as they could. After a time they began to worship the Titan, offering him Old People as sacrifices for the food they would take.  All in all they survived quite well...quite.

If not for the disasters that struck every now and then. Horrible storms that uprooted the massive trees and threw them over. For such nights the pople soon began to build shelters belowground, hiding from the storms and the chaos all the while hearing the agonized screams of the dying trees. The Birdmen although accustomed to the winds had to flee into the forests in such storms and even those places were not safe, the borders occasionally still falling to the storms and the Titan chasing them out again. But soon they discovered that he feasted on humans like they did. And so they began also to offer humans to him.

But although vast numbers of people died, whole swathes were cut into the wilderness by the forests, settlements swallowed by swarms of birdmen and flocks of those killed by the vicious storms, the populations flourished, nature seemed to grow abnormally, instead of decreasing numbers everything seemed to grow, even the insane forests reproduced...and the population of humans and birdmen alike began to grow slowly while the trees retook the clearings the storms made...

Somewhere else in the world however Death still reigned supreme: the Black Plains. But they did not only grow in the horizontal, they also grew vertically downwards, poisoning the earth and the dreams of a certain being who had slept there since aeons untold.

It.

No.SHE.

Decay.
Death.
Rot.
The End.
The END was missing.

suddenly the being awoke. HE felt it immediately, even before the lesser beings that tampered with his creation noticed it. One of them was missing, the Sleep had claimed him, as he had almost claimed HIM again. But not this time. HE would not sleep again, he was awake. Yet for now he decided to keep himself undiscovered, concealed from the senses of the Lesser Beings.

Whatever the Being had felt the Gods felt it moments later. Something tugged at them, a pleasant warmth...and then a stream of warmth filling them but stronger then usual, so strong in fact that it was getting hot and hotter. A searing pain hit each of the Gods a pain incomprehensible to humans, not that they could feel it anyway. This was the harbringer of the Death of a God. A moment long the searing heat stopped, giving the gods a moment to prepare, before the final agonizing Heatwave hit the Gods. The Night Sky was suddenly a whole lot brighter, as a second smaller moon took it's place next to the first one. He irradiated a malignant reddish light in this single moment. The Forest Humans and the Birdmen would claim that this was the eye of the Forest Guardian, and when it's red glare would overshadow the normal moon once a year, one should not enter a forest or he would die a horrible Death. And strangely it happened like this. People entering the forests when the Eye shed it's light on the Planet would vanish in the forests never to be seen again. The Redeemers believed that this was the sign of the Angel watching them and the "Night of the Eye" turned into a day of feasts and happiness in their otherwise bleak lifes. The Plains Humans, grown to large wandering hordes and having domesticated large herds of cows, called it a bad omen and on those nights hid in their tents.

The Angel creates the White Knights (1 Act)

Archmagus creates a wandering Wooden Colossus Titan that could listen to the trees and devours humans who spend too much time away from their civilization in the forests. An attempt to make them rely on their own minds to overcome. (2 Acts -Demigod)

Annoyed at the slowness of evolution, and the very possibility that something might not need to struggle to feed itself Maxime permanently kicks the growth and reproduction of everything into overdrive (1 Act)

Akarvi creates natural disasters. (1 Act)

The White Knights subdue many of the humans and burn even more. They force them to work and destroy the near utopian forest. Burning much fo the edible plants they force the survivors now known as the Redeemers to develop farming to survive. The whole Cleansing costs the sanity of the Trees. The Redeemers have developed a primitive Cult surrounding the White Knights and the Angel. (+1 Act/turn)

The Forest People are chased to the borders of the Forests and begin worshipping the Forest Titan through human sacrifices. They also develop undergroud Housing. (+ 1/2 Act/turn)

The Birdmen, fleeing the vicious storms, began to hide in the Forests and offer the Forest Titan human sacrifices in exchange for Shelter. They begin to worship the Titan as God of Protection.(+ 1/2 Act/turn)

Although nature is kicked into overdrive, population is growing slowly and for now this doesn't change anything.

An unkown beings dreams are poisoned by the Black Plains...and the Death of The End awakens him.

The End dies and turns into "the Eye" a small moon next to the usual one, which once a year glows brighter than the normal one does and turns the nights into a crimson light. (+1 Act for every God)

Spoiler:  Pantheon of the Birdmen (click to show/hide)

Akarvi: God of Malice and of Storms
Forest Giant: God of Protection

Spoiler: Pantheon of the Forest People (click to show/hide)

Forest Giant: God of Forests

Spoiler: Pantheon of the White Knights and the Redeemers (click to show/hide)

The Angel: God of Death

Archmagus - 0 Act(s) tired (+2 Acts/turn)
Akarvi - 2 Act(s)
Dalkaral - 4 Act(s) nodding off
Maxime - 2 Act(s)
The Angel - 3 Act(s) (+2 Acts/turn)

[Armok]

The world order is failing into place, the unknowns have crystallized...

> Act: a strong compulsion, powered by their need for protection, for all intelligent spices to group together in vast numbers under centralised leadership in cities and empires, forming cities and empires.

> Act: the Formal Blessing: a state that can be freely turned on and of by Maxime for any given individual or group, and by default is of. Those Blesses will be mostly exempt to the curses of needs, politics, and the extra oomph given to death by them. They also get a boost to willpower, ambition, and confidence.

For now, I'll Formally Bless only those that somehow come up with the idea of worshipping me, if any.

[Fniff]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Strange recorder was found on the outskirts of the Machine. First two entries were stone tablets written in Plain Human symbols. Rest were screens covered in the language of the Mechanicals. It is believed to be the diary of Almon Fivegear, the creator of this madness. Whatever this Angel thing is... Pray he did not make his horrible abominations infective.

Crimson Night

I have met the much-spoken about Angel. Those blank-eyed traders from the forests claim he is their God, a God of Death. He has promised to help me with my attempts at advancing our terribly backward society. My inventions have not worked out. Our universe does not seem to have a rhythm, a unifying theory of reality. The Angel was clad in a dark robe and had a bird mask. I thought he was a vagrant before he talked. He talked in a such a voice that I knew it was him when I heard it. I invited him into my hut cautiously. He talked to me about inventions and the world, and how I could have a part. All he needed me to do was to follow his every need. He would do the rest. I agreed. He disappeared, and I couldn't find him in the night.

A Fortnight After Crimson Night

I am surrounded by hundreds of wonderful inventions! I have created what I have been aiming for, something that would free us from the Gods! Using materials I never thought to use, and using ideas I thought were impossible grew to making huge leaps! The villagers loved them, and now everything is so simple. We have electric fires, automatons who do everything of need, and beautiful lights that never run out. The Angel visited again, and asked us to make a factory so that these wonders can be shared. How could I refuse? We had a deal.

The Founding Of The Factory

We founded the factory outside the Forest of Tears. Our factory is going beautifully. Using these new recorders, we have no need for our pathetic symbols and prehistoric language. Now we speak the language of the future. Still, there are a few odd things. There is a mental disorder that causes our men to think they have become machines. They lose emotions, creativity, everything. We have prevented a few cases, but our new hospital is filled with men staring at a wall and listlessly trying to return to work. They don't seem to mind injuries, even losing limbs without a bother. The other thing is that the Angel has recommended we take on a few guards, to protect our inventions. They look exactly like him, and have tools made out of bone. When a trading party came by, they set them all on fire! He explained that we should not be talked to by such barbaric idiots. I don't feel good about this at all.

4/2/24

I am beginning to wonder if I have been infected by this disease myself. I find myself working with the men, and yesterday I worked the whole day, never stopping for food or sleep. When I was done, I was starving! Strange... so very strange. Even stranger, the Mechanically Schizophrenic (We've taken to calling them that) have broken out just to work! They don't stop working, they've been at it for months. Every time we stop them and put them back, they simply return. More and more are going insane. Either they become Mechanically Schizophrenic or they start worshiping their machines. I stumbled across a dormitory with a wall filled with a depiction of a female goddess made out of gears and levers. I destroyed the mosiac and ordered the workers to take time off. It was the only way.

10/7/24

The dorms lay empty. The shops, the food storage, even the damn places where we were meant to enjoy our inventions are empty. The food is rotting. Only I eat now. I resisted the disease. The Angel speaks to me at night in my lonesome dormitory. Increase production. More machines, more power. Could I resist now? We have created a monster of gears and pistons and cogs and blood powering the machines... Giant factories rip the blood out of the Earth as pitch black oil, put it in the machines and create more monstrous horrors. The women who joined up have now become horrible creatures creating more mechanical automatons. The men are listless automatons, constantly creating for nothing. What have I done?

18/7/24

Run out of fuel. The White Knights kidnapped humans, force-fed them into our machines. They work now. Full conversion process completed on our men and women. I only remain flesh. The Angel recommends more power. More humans. More screaming. More blood. Bless the Angel. Someone help me, I can't stop this factory. Please, I wish I could take it all back. Bless the angel. Bless the angel! Burn him, kill him, but bless him. He is our God. He is our machine. We worship the machine. We call it The God Machine. Whatever used to be our food storage, the playrooms, the dormitories, are converted into temples to the God Machine. Prayers are written in blood on the walls and machines. We are in an endless loop. We need power to create. We need to take to power. We need to create. Steal anything who can scream in fear, feed them to our God, then create until the power runs out. Repeat until the end of time.

We are the Factory. We are the God Machine. We are all and you are nothing.

Have mercy on me, anything out there.

***

The Angel walks down the hall of machines. Men made out of clockwork feed a screaming child into one of their machines. It crackles to life, and they continue to create. They continue creating for the rest of the day and the rest of tomorrow and the rest of the next week. They will never stop. If you kill one, another shall replace it. When the power runs out, they feed more into the machine. This system will never stop. It is made to stay.

Almon stares at him. "What have you done? This wasn't how I wanted it." He is still flesh. He must be. There must always be a leader, and he will never leave because his workers will find him and drag him back.

"What did you want?" The Angel asked.

"I wanted a paradise." Almon gasped. "I wanted anything but this!"

"This is a paradise. You have a good life."

"I don't want to live in a place like this!"

"The outside will kill you. The Factory shall protect you. Increase the power, increase production of more workers. Tell your female unit to increase their output. Any other problems?"

"Apart from everything here?"

The Angel stared at Almon. "This is order. This is peace. Now... will you stay here and look after your workers?"

Almon smiled, and nodded. "Yes, I will."

"The machine will spit you out, don't try throwing yourself into it. If you succeed... I'll be happy to meet you on the black plains."

Almon frowned, and stared at the machine.

The Angel disappeared, and Almon was left alone apart from the sound of steam and creation.

The Factory is created. Thousands of converted humans, now automatons, near the forest. The Factory creates technological horrors and wonders beyond the current stage of humanity. The converted humans are either creating the objects or creating more workers inside of them. All of them are non-sentient, now... but it's hard to tell if they have something still inside them. When the Factory needs more power, they kidnap humans from close to faraway villages to use their entire body as power by feeding it to the machine. They worship the Angel as a god called "The GodMachine". They have one ruler named Almon Fivegear. He is still human. He directs them and takes orders from the Angel. He wishes he could scream... but he has nothing left inside.

[Armok]

Maxime Formally Blesses the Factory.

[agertor]

The white knights that entered his forests, burning the vegetation. The anger withdraws from his own settlers. Archmagus now had a vivid enemy to his own mindset. The trees would deepen their roots to the weather patterns, they would be able to grow thicker to stop from being uprooted. Their whispers die from anger back to the normal whispers the people knew of. The ones that spoke of knowledge. The trees, their anger came at those who dare try to destroy Archmagus' gift of food. The trees would assault those who would dare try to harm the woods or its plantations now. The trees whisper to the titan as well. The titan had a new purpose. To destroy all who would dare harm the forests.

Archmagus makes the trees' roots thicker and larger to make them more able to withstand weather patterns. New orders are given by the trees themselves, the forest was being harmed, the burning of vegetation was one that even angered the trees. Their task now was to destroy anyone seen harming the woods and plants of Archmagus.

[Chaos Armor]

Akarvi watched from his cloud as he usually did. He had become bored with the birdmen and no longer cared about them. What he watched with interest now was the spreading of death. He did not like it for it interfered with the weather. These white knights peeved him. He needed a way to counteract them. But how... Then he thought of it. He would create another species that was opposed to death. He would create fast moving nimble creatures who's prowess with weapons was as great as their prowess with magic. These creatures could combat the white knights and stop their crusade of death.

Akarvi creates "Elves" to combat the forces of death.