Turn 14: Your Gifts Hate You((So we just make a wish of some sort? Mkays. I has an idea for character development/interesting npc.))
((I wish for another wolf entity to show up with a rather assertive personality.))
((Regardless of how it works out, it'll be great character development for Firak.))
Thaaat did not go as expected.. Still cool though!
Firak goes up to one of the tentacle things and talks to it telepathically.
Hai!
[1] Your ravening scream of madness shatters the creature's sanity like a plate glass window. Its incoherent babbles to its kin give rise to disturbing legends of your foul depravity and unknowable madness.
[2] Odura, a terrible wolf-goddess with charcoal fur and blank yellow eyes, appears from the void. She huffs once, exhaling steam as she does so.
((I wish for the intelligence governing our godly actions to issue a mission statement with a set of primary goals to achieve this financial quarter, with individual or communal bonuses if we succeed!))
Transport some of the neverborn microbes of Purple to the aqueous layers of this new layerplanet.
[3] You throw some of them into the planet, but there's not a lot of dirt or air for them. They're somewhat sparse as a result.
[2] The Golden Emperor appears from the void, reclining in luxury. An oddly faceless deity of armorlike flesh and pure energy, it recoils in exaggerated dismay from the things around it.
Add iron, coal, and marble to the copper layer.
((Oh, yeah, sure. I wish for a space-faring race from another galaxy would enter our galaxy/universe/sphere of influence.))
[1] You crack and corrode the metal layers, but add nothing.
[2] A bizarre ship appears from the void. Its top surface is a circle that rapidly tapers to a long, thin point beneath, giving it the appearance of a top or horn. This circle is dominated by a large island surrounded by a fairly narrow band of sea, upon which sapient balls of slime cavort in an idyllic series of meadows sprinkled with forests.
((I wish for a bowler hat.))
"Scratch that, little crab! I'll be back in a moment!"
Assist in the construction as requested, however, make the passageways shift at random rather than remaining the same. Also toss in pockets of... Magic... That will twist the bodies of whatever stays down there for too long. Wouldn't want anyone getting lost, and that seems like a good way to keep them out!
[5] You drive cracks of chaotic magic through the whole of the planet, resulting in rents that open and reseal at random. Living things that reside within these rents too long are prone to being similarly remade.
[2] A bowler hat drops onto your head. It is rather plain and unremarkable, save for the googly eyes and smile painted on it.
((I wish for...the ability to make artifacts for my creations, if we can't do that already. Otherwise, I wish for some cool shades.))
"Stormy? Yes, I can do that. But let's make it quick so I can get back to these Gassians." Aquilos responds, moving away from the gas giant to go help.
Add some winds to stir the death mist up and move it around the planet while diluting it a bit. Also add latent winds that concentrate the death mists into a massive storm once every century.
[4] You add winds to the deathmists, pushing them around and generally holding them back. The pressure eventually releases into an uncontrolled storm every so often.
[4] Yours are the shades that will reference the heavens. They are pointy and orange.
((I wish for...a wristwatch))
"certainly, brother"
Make some undead creatures who live in the deathmist. Make sure they can't survive outside of the mist.
[5] Your vague action does not anger the GM, thereby resulting in undead creatures that are something other than singing catgirls.
[5] More specifically, they come out as horrifying stretchy wraiths that hunger for life force. They have a jagged appearance, and their mouths stretch as wide as they wish when screaming at their food.
[5] A macabre sundial appears on your wrist. It catches not the sun's light, but that of a being's life force, counting down the time until their inevitable end.
[[ I wish for your finest hornswagglepnchodand. Back to the matter at hand]]
Attempts to create an aura of order around himself......Boy oh boy the orderly life for me.
((Your "I breathe Order because I'm the Order thing" actions are starting to concern me.))
[5] You create an aura of order around yourself. It manifests as a framework bubble of lines, and slowly alters anything within it to be more orderly and stratified.
[Note: This is largely a GM Mercy Roll for interpreting what a Hornswagglepnchodand should be.]
[1][Note: *snrk*]: A twisted lump of flesh falls on you, croaking out "Killllll meeeeee" as it does so. Oh boy! It's clearly a less successful attempt to fuse a Hornswaggle and a Pachodand, resulting in a hideous mass of mutant flesh rather than a beautiful hybrid of the two.
[3-1] The crab makes a lumpy blue asteroid.
[5] Odura lets loose a terrible howl, forming an ominous planet of mammoth bones. She settles within a massive cavern on its surface.
[1] "Terrible, terrible!" the Golden Emperor laments dramatically. "I must alleviate this boredom! You two, fight to the death. The winner may kiss my ring," he continues, gesturing around rather than at anyone in particular.
Roiling ball of fire streaked with shifting bands of superheated wind and condensed water vapor.
Spherical shell of dense gas surrounding a thin soup of much thinner gasses.
Large patch of wind around the airball and fireball.
Ostrioth. Massive solid rock planet. Soulsucking void for a core, which has adverse effects on life depending on distance. Writhing, grasping atmosphere of life-eroding vapors fueled by numerous massive volcanoes. Soulsucking properties and atmosphere both trapped beneath a layer of insulating water. Jagged gas-shrouded volcanic islands jut from the sea, radiating heat and atmosphere.
Rare giant black stick insect like things. They're attracted to souls, and try to harvest them with two short feeler-like things as they pass into the planet's surface. Erratic cracks in their carapace glow red with heat when they're successful at devouring some soulstuff. Were more common before most of them were smashed asunder.
Wind of Change, universe-spanning winds that nurture and evolve whatever they touch.
Echoing polar bear roar of order.
Purple. Violet "gas" giant, chalk core. "Atmosphere" is a mixture of water, ice, and more traditional gasses and particles. A little turbulent.
Asexually reproducing neverborn microbes. They feed off dirt and air.
Very dense world of compacted volcanic rock, filigreed with lines from the joining and compression of various areas. Has a boiling atmosphere and an incandescent but stable iron core.
Huge gas giant with a dense gas core and a turbulent lighter atmosphere. A single storm of mammoth proportions slowly migrates across its surface.
Gassians. Bulbous gas-filled tentacle-things. Tentacles composed of smaller filaments, with multiple bundles working together to form larger tentacles. Maliciously intelligent, and in possession of rather large beaks. Possess legends of Firak, eldritch horror beyond sanity's reach.
Dusty beige moon.
"Planet" easily the size of a small gas giant. Where a planet might be composed of rock or gas, this thing possesses stacked layers of heat-radiating copper, water, and life-sapping mist, all spinning with the planet's rotation at speeds according to their depth. With each layer missing sections, this makes for a complex but predictable pattern of exposure and concealment for each section in relation to the other sections. The copper is riven with corroded cracks. Cracks of chaos magic are present in all layers, opening and sealing unpredictably and warping things inside them. Deathmists are pushed around and somewhat diluted by constant winds, but occasionally erupt into world-wracking storms.
Asexually reproducing neverborn microbes. Endemic to water layers. They feed off dirt and air. Somewhat sparse.
Horrifying stretchy wraiths that hunger for life force. Endemic to deathmist layers. They have a jagged appearance, and their mouths stretch as wide as they wish when screaming at their food. Cannot survive outside the deathmist.
Pretty translucent photosynthetic space eels, space carp, and space sharks with multicolored glowing organs. The carp eat and are worse at photosynthesis than the eels. The sharks eat and are worse at photosynthesis than the carp or eels. The eels are playful and curious, and make cute songlike chirping noises. Eels are fond of Vanhurk. Avoid Purple.
Handful of living space fires that hunt and burn living things to death in order to release their souls. Very pretty and majestic.
Ship. Its top surface is a circle that rapidly tapers to a long, thin point beneath, giving it the appearance of a top or horn. This circle is dominated by a large island surrounded by a fairly narrow band of sea, upon which sapient balls of slime cavort in an idyllic series of meadows sprinkled with forests.
Sarcar. Ominous planet of mammoth bones, rife with caverns and dens.
Spoiler's becoming a bit ponderous, so I'll likely shift much of it into the third post soon. I'd like to keep the currently volatile or recent things in the status update and the fairly stable or old stuff in the post, but of course either state is hard to predict.
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