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[Playergamer]

"It has been a long, long time. I feel blood being spilled, my name being screamed to the heavens. I can finally leave this place."

Zuul creates his avatar, a persuasive, invisible entity. It can fly with ease, planting hate in men's minds and hearts. He then flies to the city, to inspect the damage.

[cheesemcmuffin88]

Yeah Im going to be Chorba if there is still room for me and yes I was inspired by Nurgle .

[GiglameshDespair]

((An avatar seems more like a standard act to me, as it's more creating a champion form for us. ))

((I also like how on the list all the old gods have these horrible titles while the new ones have these nice sounding titles though that is our fault I did chose that name.))

((You want me to change them?))

(( I think it kind of fits: the old gods are these horrible monstrosities, the new gods more understanding, 'friendly' beings. X'os is basically an eldritch abomination. Zuul is some kind of aztec war god. Inak is... ok, he's more of just a grumpy old man now apparently. ))


The cage was grand to fit his bloated form, and strong to resist the slashing arcs of thought he drove against the walls.

Hmmm. This would not do. They would take from him his thoughts? His very mind?! He was the Mindeater, devourer of brains, drinker of dreams! He! No, this could not be permitted. Inside the cage he roared in wrath, and the psychic networks trembled with the force. Slowly the rage faded into curiosity. A cage of thought. Strange, indeed. He could not eat this thought, could not remember how he was trapped. A mystery to besolved when he devoured the brains of the 'New  Gods' who had ruined his feast. What had they against him, anyway? Mortals always made more of themselves. He had not fought the other gods, no, no. It was the mortals, fragile and breakable, that had such delicious emotions and memories.

The cage held him, but it was cracked, indeed. The Faceless mind had entered through such a crack, and some of X'os could leave. The vast brain-beast that was his body pulsed as a major act was done. A fragment of his reformed mind, jumping from brain to brain in a instant, stealing thoughts, planting whispers in a shout. It could flit from head to head, or settle in on for a time, running the meat like a puppet.

"Puppet-drone," he hissed/sang/called to the Faceless Priest. "Listen, listen, for I command. Spread through that world and infiltrate. Take command from the shadows. This I command."

[The Froggy Ninja]

Gilgamesh already has mind...

Actually (though I accept GM judgement) the time of my full initial post is before the time of his edit to make his reserved post into a character.

[Prophet]

((Don't worry about the old man thing I'm still going to do horrible acts of evil to survive I'm just saying that my character will be a bit more gray then the full on hate you guys have for the new gods and I am angry at them.))

[~Neri]

Cult action: Attempt to locate and eradicate populations of the lost race with the eradication falling to the people actually able to fight and the location just anyone with a wireless device.

Nilva makes an announcement through one of his? her? It's high priests.: Murder will not be tolerated, if anything out of the ordinary is found or noticed, take a video, picture, or coordinate set and upload it to the Netscape.

[GiglameshDespair]

It was not difficult to find Tern's mind. Another God has a large imprint, and he sat at the centre of his psychic networks like a fat spider on a web.
"Tern, Tern, Tern!" X'os sang to him, a hateful croon. "Do you hear me? Do you hear the Mindeater? I wake, I wake. Was it you, oh mindful God, who locked me in a cage of thoughts? A few of your little flies came close, buzz buzz, so I have eaten their little minds. Cracks in this cage, yes. No need to fight, though. Just let me out, out."

[Prophet]

Inak has his follower show his avatar the way out of the cage that binds his real body. Yes my child show me the way out of this this cage.

[Worldmaster27]

PTW

[PrivateNomad]

"The Old Gods have returned, my allies. Tread carefully." Integra warned his fellow New Gods before flying high into the sky above the Temple of Intesa, his fiery golden wings blazing in the sky, "Lysion has been warned once for his treacheries, and thy still continued. His punishment is death."

  Cult Action: Integra orders many of his cult to build a grand city at the mouth of an unnamed mountain valley, to act as a buffer for the cities further in the valley.

Then Integra went down to assist, speeding the building process ever-so-more, erecting colossal walls that covered the valley's mouth.
  Action: Fortify the walls of the city.

[Prophet]

((So are the all the new gods going to hate the old gods or i'm i getting someone to be neutralish with?))

[~Neri]

((Mine is not okay with the killing of customers worshipers and will retaliate in kind, It doesn't particularly care for a fight provided It is left alone and It's worshipers are left alone.))

[Prophet]

((I'm just trying to survive that's my goal right now.))

[~Neri]

((Then don't attack mah customers.))

[Playergamer]

"Integra, my old friend. I assume there are plenty of hard feelings, correct? Embrace your emotions, my dear old enemy. You hate me, with every bit of your immortal soul. That is good."

The whisper comes from nowhere, and yet everywhere.