Godhood VII - Era of the Phoenix OOCThis post will constantly be updated with any relevant information. If you are actively participating/want to actively participate in Godhood, make sure to regularly check this post for any updates.Godhood is a roleplaying/creative writing game where the players ascend to Godhood, creating a world from the Essence and the Void. An empty world with lore both written by the players, and hidden in its origins.
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PM CaesarThe spirit of this game lies in writing a story together. Every player plays a God of their own, influencing the world through godly acts. I myself take the roles of 'Overgod', 'fate' and 'time', which means that I mainly look at the influence the actions of the Gods had on the world and turn them into another part of the story, showing you the consequences of their actions.
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Godhood IV Game ThreadGodhood IV OOC ThreadGame RulesGod TemplateName of God:
Titles:
Description of Character:
Spheres:
Manifests as:
Characteristic Animal:
Secondary source of Power:
Divine responsibility:
Name of God: The Name of this God. (Optional: You could be nameless and instead opt to start with a title that fits the God's personality. It will still have to be added to THIS line.)
Titles: These have to be earned, and they relate to certain achievements of the Gods in question.
Description of Character: The general personality and actions that define this Gods.
Spheres: The Spheres that this God is associated with. The God will earn new spheres through belief, or other discriminating actions. Every God starts with one wide sphere, related to either important parts of nature, the elements, life itself or important aspects of humanoid communities. (Examples are: Earth, Water, Air, Fire, Death, Life, Chaos, Order, Love, Hate, War, Peace, Trade and Agriculture.) If you are unsure whether your sphere is wide enough, you can ask me.
Manifests as: The physical description of a God. A God WILL have to manifest to enter the mortal realm and influence in from closer by. The manifestations will have to be remotely humanoid at the least. (So it could be a normal woman or a twisted monstrosity with huge fangs, but not objects like a sword, nor animals.)
Characteristic Animal: Every God is related to a (mundane) animal. This animal will be more important than you might think, as it will determine several aspects of the God's starting situation, along with the ways the God is worshiped and what animal they can manifest as/effect. Try to choose animals that are more likely to be known by people in the more ancient cultures. (So do not choose things like the Blobfish. Do choose things like the eagle, a deer, a grouse or a wolf.)
Secondary source of Power: Every God will receive (a) secondary source(s) of power throughout the game. These are important for they will keep the God alive and increase their influence over the world while they are active. (Example: A temple their worshipers erected.)
Divine responsibility: Gods may be assigned a specific task by their worshipers. They will have to make sure that they take care of this task, or otherwise their followers might start to lose faith. Firm belief of mortals gives the Gods tasks. Taking good care of those expectations by their respective followers will yield great rewards.
Start of Game.
Name of God: Tholag Hammerfist
Titles: None yet.
Description of Character: Enjoys to see people drink, laugh and dance. Tholag Hammerfist strictly follows a code of honor, to never attack an enemy that is not equally armed, nor break your word. Hammerfist despises little people. Tholag uses brute force over tactic in a battle. The Drunk tends to be bad-mannered, and overly friendly.
Spheres: Thunder.
Manifests as: A long and tough man, towering above the average humanoid by about two feet. His face is covered in hair.
Characteristic Animal: Bear
Secondary source of Power: None yet.
Divine responsibility: Organizing feasts amongst the Gods.
(Note that Tholag would have earned part of his Spheres, for example through the unanimous belief of mortals that his laughter causes thunder)
Further into the game.
Name of God: Satoi
Titles: The Bringer of Hail, The Cold
Description of Character: The Cold tends to avoid most other Gods and mortals. Instead, her attention is focused mainly on the tundra, and the harsh life that is lived there. In some winters she will join the falling carpet of snow, strengthening it even further to protect her lands. This is her way of fighting.
Spheres: Ice, Winter, Fishing.
Manifests as: An elderly human woman.
Characteristic Animal: Dire Wolf
Secondary Source of Power: The Pools of Whispers.
Divine responsibility: Ensuring the abundance of fish before the winter months.
- At the start of every turn, all Gods receive acts. The amount of acts they receive are based on their connection with the essence (which should be strongest at the start), the combined strength of their received worship (several fanatic cults could be just as strong as an entire moderate population) and secret factors.
- Theoretically you can store as many acts as you want. At a certain point, however, it might start giving drawbacks to store so much divine energy. Five acts is always safe.
- Going into a negative amount of acts might have severe consequences, potentially ranging from being helpless while your enemies destroy your interests to canceling out your acts and finally to twisting your acts into unintended harmful events. There is also a chance nothing bad happens, if the negative is shallow.
- Any thing you decide to do in each turn will take up acts (except for storing them). Some will be worth even more, although you should try and estimate how much each of them would be worth.
- Try to flavor your acts first in italic text, then summarize the actual effects in bold, like in this very simple example:
He smiled cynically, and then finished his creation, watching as the steam rose from the new pit, the birthplace of the automaton.
T'kernas creates the first automaton.
The following two acts would cost one 'number of acts':
The world was pain and pain was the world.
The man screwed his eyes shut and listened to the roar of blood as it churned inside him, rushed on and on by his heart. From half a dozen wounds, his life trickled away, the greedy soil drinking up the crimson fluids, drinking up the man’s warmth and life. He listened to his rational mind as it screamed out for him to do something, anything to keep him alive, if only for a little while longer…
He pushed away those thoughts. He had made his choice, long ago; now… now he had to pay for it. He would not fight death, no, not anymore. He would enter Death’s embrace with open arms, and be taken from this world to the next.
How had it come to this? He reviewed the past few years of his life. Hate, fear, greed… He had listened to these inner voices, these base desires, sought to sate… and they had betrayed him. He was going to die, here on the plains, where already the carrion eaters were descending, calling out in anticipation of the coming feast.
He could almost feel their cold beaks tearing into him, rending his flesh in search of a hot meal.
After a moment or so, he forced himself to open his eyes.
The grey skies yawned in an endless abyss before him, stretching into forever. The man could already see a murder of crows wheeling around in the skies, slowly descending to begin their macabre feast.
The abyss of grey seemed to comfort the man. I will watch over you. my son, the skies seemed to tell him, in the soothing voice of a mother, I will watch over you till the day the world ends. All you need to do is stand up.
He heeded the call of the skies and gazed into its depths. The man felt something, deep in his heart of hearts, change as he did so. Despair left his body as eagerly as the blood that flowed from his wounds, and a hope, a wondrous, terrifyingly beautiful hope, surged through his very soul.
Stand up, my son. Stand up. Now, the man could hear a voice reverberating inside his skull. It was a woman’s voice, soft and lilting. When she spoke, it sounded like she was about to sing.
Her voice cut through the pain-induced stupor that the man had been lying in, giving him a sense of serene clarity.
Ignoring the pain, and his fatigue, he managed, with no small effort, to push himself into a kneeling position.
The battlefield was silent, save for the cawing of the crows and the unsteady beating of the man’s heart.
He looked up once more, and stared into the grey depths of the sky.
Good. Now, my son! You must stand. The voice spoke once more. Her tone was encouraging, and the man felt heartened by it.
He placed his hands on the ground, digging his fingers into the bloodied soil. The man’s first attempt failed, leaving him sprawled on the ground.
The second time around, he managed to stumble to his feet.
For the first time, the man was able to see the ruin that had been wrought.
All around him were the bodies of his brothers, hacked and twisted and torn apart. Their blood stained the earth till the soil was reduced to a thick, almost porridge-like muck.
All around him, he could see his fallen brethren, their bodies hacked to bits by swords and axes, or torn into ribbons by arrows. All their faces were twisted into mocking parodies of their past selves. A sea of grimacing gargoyles and grisly masks surrounded him.
Already, the carrion-eaters had descended, and were picking at the dead faces, tearing their cold clammy flesh with their beaks.
Now, my son! Stand! Stand up, and become my Champion.
The man, resolve welling in his veins, forced himself to stand. He ignored the pain, ignored his body as it screamed to him to stop.
He ignored it, and slowly, but surely, managed to stand up.
The Goddess saves a nameless soldier from the dead and makes him into one of her Champions. - One act
Sei'imeri walked quietly through the small town, in her guise of an elderly woman. She liked touring various settlements like this, the vibrant life of communities appealed to her, hearing the general hubbub, seeing the different people, smelling the aromas of bakeries and kitchens. All around her, the brick and wood houses rose up, crowding around each other like stone trees of a forest. The crowd of people went along the roads about their business, marching along like ants. Shopkeepers, merchants, and customers bartered. The men at the tavern laughed and boasted drunkenly. The children shouted as they played 'knights and orcs'. Sei'imeri simply took in the vibrant, living chaos with a smile as she walked along.
But something caught her eye. A small house stood on the street, that strangely acted like an oasis of silence amid the activity of life. People quieted as they neared, and hurried on past as quickly as they could. No peddlers or merchants dwelled near it. And the children stayed as far away as they could. Curious, Sei'imeri stopped a man on his way down the street. "Excuse me, sir. Why is that house silent?" Sei'imeri asked, doing her best impersonation of an innocent question. The man looked to the house and made a gesture with his hands as if to ward off evil.
"That house is cursed. A woman lives there, some kind of witch I say." The man replied in a hushed whisper. "The people say she sacrificed her husband so she could give birth to a demon." Now that was interesting. Demons were a form of life she hadn't experimented with much. Sei'imeri wondered exactly how a mortal womb could grow a demon without burning up. Assuming this hearsay was true of course. Mankind had the annoying habit of label everything they didn't like under the sun as 'demon'.
"Oh? Did anyone see the ritual or sacrifice?" Sei'imeri asked. The man shook his head.
"No, but the husband was murdered after she became pregnant. And shortly thereafter, the baby in her womb became misshaped and bizarre. And she began moaning in pain, as the demon's blood mixed in her womb. She's dabbling with the occult, I swear. You'd do well to leave that house alone, lest she takes a fancy to your heart." The man warned. He made another gesture with his hands as he hurried on. Sei'imeri just sighed. Typical really. It seemed much more likely to her that it was a combination of an unfortunate accident and a bad pregnancy. Still, on the off-chance that the man's rumors were right, she went up to the house, and entered.
Much like the exterior, the interior of the house was eerily quiet. It was still and dusty, the only light coming in from the windows outside was blocked by curtains giving the place a dark look. The only noise was a soft moaning coming from one of the bedrooms. Following it Sei'imeri saw a woman lying on a bed. She was pale, her hair was unkempt and matted, and her skin was dirty. She was dressed in a plain dress, a uniform tan in color. Sure enough, she had the swollen belly of pregnancy, one that seemed too large for an unborn human baby. She looked over weakly at Sei'imeri.
"Who are you?" She asked softly, confused, curious, and somewhat afraid.
"Don't worry, I'm a healer. Call me Sei," Sei'imeri said. That was true enough, often the prayers for healing of wounds and infections came to her, and often she answered them. "Let me see if I can help you." The woman just nodded, and winced and groaned again.
"Please... can you make the hurting stop? This thing is killing me..." The woman said. Sei'imeri came up and gently laid a hand on the swollen belly, causing the woman to flinch again. Though she said nothing, she felt the energies of the life in her womb. It was wild, chaotic, uncontrolled, and would soon be fatal, but it was not demonic.
"They say it was a baby demon in here." Sei'imeri started. The woman started to protest, but Sei'imeri held up a hand. "But I know it isn't. But neither is it a human. It is simply flesh, growing out of control. and you're right, it will kill you if nothing stops it."
"Why has Sei'imeri cursed me?" The woman murmured, closing her eyes.
"My dear, this isn't Sei'imeri's work." Sei'imeri said.
"But...how do you know? Who's is it then?" The woman asked softly.
"I doubt it's anyone's work. The dice of fate simply gave you a bad roll," Sei'imeri said, placing a hand on the woman's belly again. There was a soft glow, and the woman gasped. She sat up, feeling herself. The swollen belly was still there, but the pain had abruptly vanished, leaving behind a relief that was almost euphoric. She looked to the 'old healer' that had come to her, and saw the youthful visage of Sei'imeri smiling back. "And I think I would remember making this shipwreck of a pregnancy. I know my own work."
"You...you're..." The woman stammered, staring wide eyed at Sei'imiri. The goddess just nodded.
"I am Sei'imiri. I'm the growth of all that lives. Be it the crops of the field, the animals of the wilderness, the plants of the forest, of life that man has not yet discovered that causes plague and disease. And of the young children, even the unborn." Sei'imeri said.
"S...sei... forgive me..." The woman said, doing her best with the large belly to bow prostrate before the goddess. Sei'imeri simply reached down and helped the woman up.
"Don't worry, I'm not angry with you. I understand. I'd feel the same way if I were in your situation." Sei'imeri said, helping the woman back down on her bed. "Now, as it so happens that I'm looking for a vessel for a project of mine. I figure I can accomplish two goals with one miracle." She put her hand back on the woman's belly. Again it glowed, and the womb began reducing in size. The chaotic, cancerous flesh within it was reduced, and that which remained organized itself into proper organs, cells, and tissues. Order was imposed on the disease as it transformed, as an unborn child was formed in the woman's belly. "You won't die, and you'll have your child. She'll be healthy, and grow up to be a fine woman. The catch is though, she won't be human. She'll be the first of my new people." The woman blinked, her mouth agape a little as she took in this sudden, heavy news. Sei'imeri just chuckled and used one finger to close her open mouth.
The goddess got up, after the baby was formed, and turned to the door. On her way out, she glanced over her shoulder. "Oh, and you might want to get up and have a bath. Make yourself presentable you know. Some guards will be over, in about an hour they'll be telling you that a man they caught confessed to killing your husband. You won't have to worry about that silly demon business anymore. Take good care of my child." Before the woman could respond, Sei'imeri faded from view, leaving just a small butterfly that fluttered out the window.
Sei'imeri saves a pregnant woman from dying and transforms the cancerous fetus into the first of her new species. - One act
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Nihilus (Lordinquisitor): 1 act
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